#found family ftw

[mokulule]

A Pinch of Salt - part 3

First | Masterpost

John couldn’t believe he was doing this, listening to the bloody kid. The cigarette hung forgotten from his lips. Every instinct told him to hunt down the kid and get him out of there; he’d seen enough dead kids to last him several life times.

Yet here he stood, counting down the minutes with a watch in hand. A spectral storm was dangerous, it could hurt a lot of people, attract even worse things. The plan was sound.

The end justified the means.

He felt sick.

There hadn’t been any screams from the kid (yet) - just the feeling of the malevolent energy moving further away. As long as it was moving away the kid had to be moving too.

Time was up and John was running. Kid was not getting a second longer than he’d asked for. It took him a minute to reach the plaza.

He spun around taking in the space. The central installment, which would have been some kind of fountain had it been finished judging by the exposed piping, was kinda in the way.

John huffed in annoyance.

This was clearly not gonna be the prettiest binding he’d ever done, just circle and a sigil for each cardinal direction, but it’d have to do. He pulled out a compass and promptly grimaced at the way the needle shook from electromagnetic disturbance.

Yeah, so north was probably over by the escalators.

The malevolent energy had turned around and was now coming back. Kid better be alright or John would have to murder him himself.

Time was hastily running out. It was a bloody good thing John worked well under pressure. He’d barely drawn the last squiggle when he heard fast running footsteps. He looked up just in time to see the kid take a running leap off the first floor banister.

Fuck. John’s heart jumped into his throat. He was only halfway through a levitation spell when he realized he would be too late. He wasn’t fast enough. At best the kid would break a leg at worst he’d break his neck!

He braced himself and then- John didn’t believe his eyes- the kid ducked into a rolling landing jumping right back to his feet like some kind of bloody knock-off Robin.

“Ya nearly gave me a fucking heart attack,” John said clutching his chest.

“We don’t have time for that. Here they come!” Kid yelled as he ran over to him. And right he was, the storm burst into the room in a tornado of trash, tools and now gray dust - just great, it had gotten into a bag of cement powder.

It was John’s turn. Just as the storm entered the circle, John slammed his hands onto the circle and activated it. His hairs rose on end as the magic activated. The wind and dust slammed against the binding, but it held despite the less than ideal circumstances.

Time to do the banishment. John couldn’t wait to be done with this.

-

The hairs on Danny’s arms stood on end; so this was magic.

Danny knew magic existed. He’d been mind controlled by a magical scepter. He’d seen magic used and reality itself changed at the snap of a finger - heck Danny had wielded the Reality Gauntlet himself. But that was just it, wasn’t it? those were magical items. Objects of power that bestowed a certain set of abilities to the wielder.

It was real, but it was less real somehow, or rather more mundane. Not quite so different from the crazy things his parents invented and that was just science.

It was something quite different to see, to feel, the power in the air, the way pressure increased and his ears popped when he swallowed all because Trenchcoat held out his hands and said a series of strange words.

Danny could feel reality warping at this guy’s will, a point above the ghost where this world was growing thinner. He was making a portal right here, with nothing but words and will and whatever magic was supposed to be - something that had been his parents’ magnum opus, taken years of study and then not even worked until Danny stumbled inside, an unwitting sacrifice.

Would it have even turned on without him inside? Or had that been a little bit of magic too?

Danny laughed with an edge of hysteria. And here Trenchcoat made it look easy.

So much time spent - missed dinners and awkward school events waiting for parents that never came and they should have just found this dude instead.

Something caught his attention. At first he couldn’t tell what it was, but invariably he was drawn to the forming rip in reality.

Something was wrong.

Heat and sulfur stuck in his nose. A sense of dread pooled in his gut. There was something malicious about it. That wasn’t a portal to the ghost zone.

“Where are you sending them?” Danny yelled over the whipping winds.

“To Hell,” Trenchcoat yelled back, not taking his eyes off his task.

“Hell!” Danny squeaked in horror.

Trenchcoat spared him a bewildered glance. “It’s a banishing, kid. It’s what it does.”

Danny’s gaze shot from the portal to the ghost back to Trenchcoat. No, it was all wrong. The ghost was in pain and yes they were out of control but they didn’t deserve to be sent to Hell for it. Danny had to do something.

“Stop! You have to stop!” Danny stepped in front of the man hands raised almost in mirror, except Danny didn’t have anything as potent as magic at his disposal, not unless he wanted to reveal himself. He felt some of his resolve crumble at that thought. Danny still didn’t want to find out what the man had intended to do to him, had he not passed his salt test.

“Hell’s bells, kid! What are you doing?”

“You have to stop they don’t deserve this!”

“Kid, it’s out of control! This is how it’s done.”

Absolute certainty.

Danny wobbled. Clearly, he knew what he was doing, he was the real deal. Who was Danny to question that?

The ghost screamed in despair, cutting straight to Danny’s core. His lips pressed into a thin line. He met light blue eyes, held them, and then he took a step backwards - into the circle.

-

Am I being mean? A little bit XD Sorry I couldn't help it. I hadn't planned for Danny to do it quite like this in my original plan but he sure did it.

Thanks for the lovely comments on the previous part :D

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#A pinch of salt #salt in the bones #Danny and Constantine #found family ftw

[alexiethymia]

Anya looks nothing like Yor and Loid because obviously they aren’t her biological parents, but the visual cues which symbolize that she is their child in every way that matters is fun. Loid’s trademark is his green suit. Yor has her red eyes and she’s in red when at home, while in her pink outer coat while outside . Anya has pink hair and green eyes. Anya’s a combination of her parent’s colors!

#spy x family #found family ftw #family feels #twiyor #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #I just thought it was neat #I like ships with complementary color schemes #one other ship I can think of with a red green complementary color scheme like this is #soul x maka #sxf

[blmpff]

#and they say romance is dead #found family ftw #the devil judge #favorite scenes #episode 12 #blmpff

[meadow-hearthfire]

I like to think of Floyd and Veneer as potential friends, or better yet, potential found family. Speaking of which, here's a fanfic that has just that.

It's set before the events of Trolls Band Together and takes place in an alternate timeline. Spoiler alert if you haven't watched the movie.

The fic portrays Veneer as the kid he is (he's canonically a teen) and Floyd is a surrogate dad of sorts to him. ☺️

That's the dynamic I wanna see of Floyd and Veneer!

#meadow talks #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls veneer #spoilers #spoiler alert #spoiler #trolls #found family ftw #we stan dad floyd and son veneer #floyd dory #floyd trolls

[oldshrewsburyian]

As a person who has seen The Great Escape probably 30 times, I am always delighted when new people find it and enjoy it!

Oh, I definitely enjoyed it! It was a beautifully-crafted and -acted film, I was just expecting it to be more of a caper about outwitting Nazis, and less... um... less about the psychological horrors experienced while outwitting Nazis and forging bonds of comradeship. I also expected fewer people to die and more people to get cups of good tea with milk at the end. As someone who has a terrible and well-documented weakness for fictional characters with great one-liners and no sense of self-preservation, I of course loved them all.

#asks and answers #film #*sniffle* #found family ftw #the great escape #also richard attenborough was hot when he was young! who knew!

[lunarsands]

Someday, I'd really like to enjoy the holidays by spending them with my partner and friends

#found family ftw #I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed the holidays #...probably when I was a kid and was oblivious to all the bs in the world #and before becoming aware of how toxic my blood-related family is

[notherpuppet]

Three darling daughters #girldad

#I do hc that alastor immediately changes his tune when someone compliments him #found family trope ftw #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #charlie morningstar #Vaggie #chaggie #niffty #alastor #angel dust #husk #my doods #liked by creator #she reposted it!

[ovenproofowl]

It took exhaustive research, sifting through teraquads of data, separating fact from rumour... but eventually, I arrived at the truth.

Captain...?

Happy Birthday.

#star trek #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #tuvok #commander tuvok #s06e03 #fury #would you believe me if i said it took a lot of work to make sure the cake was the same shade of blue in every shot #i love them both your honour #janeway's smile gets me every time #this scene is literally too adorable #just imagining all the hard work janeway had to put into finding out when tuvok's birthday was is both hilarious and so so cute #found family on a spaceship stuck in another galaxy ftw every time

[coralpaperthoughts]

LukAdrien headcanons: Homely Edition (with a lot of some JuleRose)

Adrien always sneaks out of his house to visit the Liberty (whether out the back door / under the guise that he’s got a class meeting / with the help of Chat Noir, he’ll always find a way)

Like it’s also most every other day/night, he’s at the Liberty

Nathalie knows

The Gorilla also knows

Every time he’s there, he’s always welcomed by 4 pairs of warm arms (Luka, Rose, Juleka and Anarka in that order)

Anarka has practically adopted him at this point (like she did with Rose)

Him and Rose are honorary Couffaines (because they’re too young to get married)

Lukadrien and Julerose DOUBLE DATES !!

They go out sometimes, to like Andre’s ice cream or smth, OR they stay at home and watch movies or have a video game marathon

Adrien and Juleka always the best at video games

When they team up for games, they don’t always go by couples - sometimes its Adrien and Juleka against Luka and Rose, sometimes siblings vs blondes

Adrien helps out making meals/helps clean up afterwards

Rose teaches him all he needs to know coz yk our boy does not know the first thing about cleaning (bro didn’t even know how to play fricking football)

Juleka bullies him all the time, but he knows that’s just how she shows love

Luka wraps his arms around Adrien’s waist when he’s washing up

Luka presses kisses to his neck and shoulder, Adrien gets flustered, Rose giggles at them being lovey dovey, Juleka makes fake gagging noises

Juleka gets comfy enough around Adrien that she talks freely in front of him, but only in the house boat

Luka tends to sit on the couch, strumming his guitar, during the making/cleaning up of meals

#coralbabbles #lukadrien #julerose #adrien and rose are unofficially couffaines #juleka and adrien are besties #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #anarka couffaine #luka x adrien #juleka x rose #luka and juleka #adrien and rose #adrien and juleka #luka and rose #found family trope ftw #found family

[boneywones]

star sans found family but with child dream (where he got out of stone at 6)

i lov this sm (if its for a seperate au of course. i would also love if this were a concept for an au or fanfic)

ink and swap would def be good parents to dream. esp swap. ink would be like the fun little dad that likes to paint with his children while swap would be a little more strict but still a super cool dad

just imagining child dream fingerpainting with ink is so cutie

also inkberry maybe?!!?!? they can be both dads to dream

#utmv #undertale au #undertale #sans #sans au #sanscest #i love inkberry #found family #dream sans #ink sans #inkberry #ftw!!!!!

[mokulule]

A Pinch of Salt - Part 4

First | Masterpost

The final part of the first installment of the Salt in the Bones series which is a project co-created with @clockwayswrites, you can see the other stuff written for it in the masterpost link above or go to the first part.

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John looked at the kid, who just stepped inside the fucking binding circle. His mouth fell open in shock.

“What is wrong with you!?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an exclamation, and John didn’t wait for any answer. “Of all the sodding, daft, goddamn tossers - what were you bloody thinking? No, you weren’t thinking. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fucking done that. You DO NOT go into the blasted circle!”

“Are you done?”

“Am I-“ John spluttered.

Are you done? He asked, as if John was the unreasonable one here! “Oh you’re right chuffed, aren’t you mate? Well, you cocked up, you’re about to be banished right alongside the storm, you little git!”

“Then stop the banishing or banish us both. It’s your choice.” Kid stood, back straight, jaw clenched stubbornly and a frown over those wide blue eyes. His hair and clothes whipped violently from the storm, but he didn’t care, just kept his eyes on John.

John raised his hands in frustration, words dying on his tongue. It would serve him right!

It would serve him right; he stepped into the bloody circle. It wasn’t John’s fault. Everything was going fine for once and maybe that should have been John’s warning. Whatever was up with the kid he apparently had a soft spot for ghosts - even after John had told him several times that the spirit was gone. It’d gone nova. No coming back. The end. It would continue it’s rampage until it burned out. It would hurt and destroy indiscriminately.

And yet he still-

It would serve him right to get sent to Hell alongside it. It wouldn’t even be the first time someone John worked with got sent to Hell for their trouble. John Constantine was bad luck for everyone around him. It happened.

But it was different when John held the reins of the spell that did it, when he had the choice to stop it.

Still John was at his wits end. If he stopped the banishing, the kid was still trapped in the circle with the spectral storm. If he broke the circle they were back at square one except they were in the center of the storm’s power and it was even angrier.

It was easier, safer, to just continue the banishing. Kid had made his stupid arse decision. John wasn’t a good person. He did what was necessary. Ends and means and all that.

But he was a bloody kid - a teenager - they were basically obligated to do stupid shit. Didn’t mean he deserved to get sent to Hell for it. John had seen and done a lot of shit, but when it came right down to it he didn’t want to add sending a kid to Hell.

John had seen enough dead kids to last him a lifetime.

“Oh bollocks.” John let his arms fall and cut the feed to the banishing spell, wincing slightly at the backlash. “You better have a plan kid.”

The kid had to have some sort of abilities with that aura, maybe all hope was not lost? The kid grimaced and John’s forced optimism crumbled like so much sand.

“I-“ the kid winced as something in the storm hit the back of his head. He rubbed the spot, and looked almost apologetic, “I figured I’d try talking to them.”

John stared.

And stared.

“Or-“ the kid backtracked, “just calm them down somehow?”

“You cannot ‘calm down’ a spectral storm!” John felt like a broken record on repeat. “It’s impossible.”

He threw up his hands and walked exactly three steps away counting his breaths all the while wracking his brain for a different solution. There weren’t any good ones. Heck it was a miracle the kid hadn’t already been torn to pieces being inside the circle.

“We’re dead,” he lamented dramatically.

“Half-dead.”

John’s head snapped around at the weird response.

“I mean,” the kid tried for a smile, “I’m the only one in the circle.”

John stared in despair. The kid’s sense of humor needed serious work.

“I’m not gonna leave you in the bloody circle, kid.”

Danny stood struck wide eyed at the admission. That was- He didn’t know how to deal with that. There was a pang in his chest. He felt too open, too vulnerable. He swallowed before finding his voice.

“Just let me try something, okay?”

Danny turned around to face the center of the storm, he instantly had to squeeze his eyes near shut, from all the dust. Instinctively he took a breath and coughed. Okay breathing not good. Too bad he was human right now.

He had to get closer, closer to that screaming grief. He might be human right now, but he was also a ghost and the anger from earlier was just a thin veneer on top of grief on top of a cry for help. He felt it in his core like scrabbling hands desperately looking for purchase.

He took a step forward, hands up to shield his face, pushing against the wind. Another step. Then another.

How was he gonna calm them down?

Danny didn’t know. He knew fighting. He’d even sometimes recently had luck with talking. But this? It was way beyond talking, until they were calm there would be no such thing. Danny didn’t know what to do. He could only press on and hope an idea came to him.

The grief was stronger the closer he got to the center, it tore into him. Tears trickled down his cheeks and turned into gunk from the dust. Something sharp cut into his bare arms. Danny frowned, kept his head down and pushed forward.

Another step and the grief sunk sharp claws into his core. He screamed clutching his chest and gasping for breath that would do nothing. But the claws were gone as soon as they’d come, retreated as if they’d touched fire.

“Are you alright kid?!”

Danny spared a quick glance back to Trenchcoat who stood all the way up to the edge of the circle, face white as if he’d seen a ghost. Danny couldn’t help smiling at that. Something that alarmed Trenchcoat even further.

“I’m breaking the circle.”

“Don’t,” Danny coughed clearing his throat.

Danny looked back up, squinting through the swirling dust. It may not be visible, but something had changed. There was still the anger and grief, but something else too. A sense of waiting. Waiting to see what Danny would do. They had tried tearing him, the trespasser, apart down to his core, but in doing so they had felt him. They had felt his intention to help and retreated.

Trenchcoat was wrong, there was still a sentience there. Danny found himself grinning in triumph.

But even better Danny had an idea. His core vibrated giddily in his chest. He was a bit sore, but otherwise none the worse for wear. He just needed to reach out and connect with the ghost, he felt sure he could calm them. He just he needed a distraction, he didn’t need Trenchcoat to realize he was the one doing anything ghostly. He wracked his brain, something that made noise, drew attention, was maybe a bit ridiculous, but didn’t take much of his attention from the real work-

That was it!

“Twinkle-“ his voice broke on the first word but gained strength as he continued- “twinkle little star,” Danny sang. He didn’t need to look back to see the incredulous look on Trenchcoat’s face.

He kept singing, he knew that song by heart. His mom used to sing it to him, back when she actually put him to bed. There was a stab of melancholy, but Danny clutched on to the positive aspect of the memory and reached out with his core, its hum getting stronger.

It’s okay, he told the ghost, help. Safe. Peace. Calm.

He took step by step further into the calming storm. And all the while he sung them a lullaby.

John stared.

Then he stared some more. He was doing a lot of staring today.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing.

The kid was was singing a lullaby to the spectral storm. And that wasn’t even the most baffling thing. No, the kid was singing a lullaby to the spectral storm and it was bloody working.

The storm gradually calmed until suddenly it was gone. The silence was loud in the sudden emotional void. John staggered from the sudden lack of pressure. All that malice gone in an instant. All that was left was a gently cupped ball of light in the kids hands.

“There you are,” the kid said softly in a slightly scratchy voice.

John couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. It was impossible and yet here they were.

There was a flash of light and suddenly they stood in a house. Built brick by brick by two pairs of hands. Children ran through the rooms. They grew up. They had kids of their own, who had kids of their own. They lived and they loved and they were protected.

Then they were gone.

The door shut for the last time. The house was empty.

A large metal ball slammed through the walls, spreading dust and splintering the doorframe that had measured the growth of generations. It was torn down.

It had stood here, right in what would be the plaza.

The translucent shade of an old women, bent and bony from a life of hard work, hovered in front of the kid. She warbled sadly at him. John couldn’t understand anything but the deep sadness, but it seemed the kid did.

“It’s okay,” he said embracing the spirit, somehow managing to do so despite her definitely not being solid. “You’ve done your best, nobody could ask more of you.”

He paused and his voice softened further, “it’s time to let go.”

The old lady looked over at John and gave him a stern look that had him frozen in place. She was the type of grandma that would wack his fingers if she caught him going for the cookie jar. He wasn’t entirely sure what the look he got meant. Only that it felt like an admonishment.

She looked back on the kid and her features softened, smoothed and in the next moment she turned to mist in his arms, dispersing in the waning light coming from the overhead windows.

John couldn’t entirely believe what he’d just witnessed. Calling a spirit back once they’d gone nova, it was impossible. Unheard of. Banishment was how you dealt with spirits like that. It was a tried and tested method. Yet-

John shivered.

Death magic. It was the only explanation.

The kid reeked of it, to the point John had thought he was the ghost he was here to deal with. He’d thought he was some kind of creature, but he was just a kid. A kid with a very specific magical affinity who’d just done the impossible. He was filled with a sense of awe and dread he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He felt shaken. Like he’d stood right next to a bell who’d been rung to herald change.

John was no prophet, at most he’d get vague premonitions and he far preferred to be in the moment rather then dwell on the future or the past. He most definitely did not want to even contemplate this kid’s future. He swallowed.

Magic, in John’s experience, always came with a cost.

The kid promptly sat down on his butt. John had broken the circle and was running over before he even realized.

“You okay, kid?” He asked breathlessly.

The kid looked up, eyes a bit dazed as he blinked at John. John couldn’t really tell if his complexion was grey or it was just the dust covering every inch of him. Several places, particularly his hands, the dust was dark from blood where he’d been cut in the storm. He looked unfocused.

“How many occult detectives are you seeing?” He asked unable to hide the note of worry.

“Too many,” Kid said tiredly with a shake of his head that had cement dust falling all over. Then he looked back up and elaborated with a smirk, “one.”

John huffed a laugh. If he could joke he couldn’t be that bad off.

“How does burgers and fries sound?”

-

The kid now dusted off to the point where you could almost tell his hair was black rather than grey sunk his teeth into the burger with a pleased hum. He chewed and swallowed.

“This is almost as good as Nasty Burger.”

John paused fry halfway to his mouth. “That sounds disgusting.”

Kid laughed. “I forget how it sounds to outsiders. It used to be Tasty Burger way back when they first opened, but someone vandalized the sign and it kinda stuck.”

John hummed thoughtfully, he could appreciate the joke. Kid’s use of the phrase outsiders made it sound like he came from an insular town. Probably best for him if he stayed there.

“What’s your name, kid?”

Instantly the blue eyes narrowed on him in suspicion.

“What’s yours, Trenchcoat?” He challenged.

John huffed at the nickname and reached a hand across the table. “John Constantine.”

The kid looked suspiciously at the offered hand, then reached out and took it. “Nightingale.”

John nodded and shook his hand before letting go. Smart of him to give him a codename, he wasn’t apparently completely without sense. “Because of the singing.”

For a moment the kid looked confused to the point where John actually thought maybe he’d given him his real name.

“Singing? Ah-“ He blushed looking down and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “No, that just seemed like a good idea at the time.”

John shook his head, fuck it if he didn’t like the kid. He picked up his milkshake and raised it. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“If it works…”

The kid, Nightingale, grinned ferally and raised his own shake to clink it against John’s.

“If it works.”

-

After filling up the near bottomless stomach of the teenager, they parted ways in an alley. John’s mind was already on his next case - people going missing in a forest in Germany that had a distinct this-is-not-just-a-GPS-dead-zone flavor to it - so he only absently noted the strange look on the kid’s face when he opened the portal. It was morning in Germany, he could start looking into things before calling the House for a proper sleep.

“Take care, kid.”

With those words he stepped into the portal and let it close behind him.

Danny was left looking at the portal. He shook his head, jaw tight. With real magic apparently portals were just easy. It didn’t do him any good to think about. He glanced around and when he found the alley just as empty as before he jumped into the air transforming as he went.

There were better things to think about, like the concept of an occult detective, he thought as he flew in the direction of Amity. It sounded like it could almost be an acceptable profession in his parents’ eyes.

And it probably didn’t require good high school grades either, he thought with a grimace as he remembered he had an essay due tomorrow.

-

Hope you enjoyed this story which explored how Danny and Constantine first met in this AU. Next step is letting it sit for a while, then do a thorough editing and putting it up on ao3 as a oneshot. (And then maybe talk to Clock about starting writing on the main story proper? We'll see). Comments are greatly appreciated :D

Another link to the masterpost if you wanna see the other bits of writing and/or subscribe to the series

#a pinch of salt #salt in the bones #danny and constantine #dysfunctional found family FTW #dp x dc

[aha-chuu]

I just had a minor thought but like I've been playing hsr and it's really cute that the trailblazer (Stelle/Caelus whatever) has an idle where they're playing a mobile(?) game. Like my trailblazer makes a little sound of achievement randomly and I'm like "dang I never sound that happy when I do spiral abyss".

Anyway, the reason I'm making this post is because Silver Wolf's trailer came out and she is (famously) also a gamer. Moreso than the trailblazer, but also they've only existed for like two weeks so I won't hold that against them.

It made me think - what if the trailblazer is a combination of the stellaron hunters? Like, they're the ones who "made" them and we've all heard the "Kafka is mother" jokes. What if when the stellaron hunters programmed the trailblazer's personality, they put some of themselves into them? Or perhaps they have leftover memories from their time with them despite the amnesia, nothing concrete but some habits that they picked up.

So they got gaming from Silver Wolf, and perhaps their playful side from Kafka. Like, in the Silver Wolf trailer Kafka memes on her somewhat and then also her nicknaming Blade "Bladie" does suit the vibes the trailblazer has. Maybe the trailblazer's violent impulses come from Blade, then, since it is comical how quickly they start beating random strangers with their baseball bat.

We don't know anything about Elio but he's known as "Destiny's Slave" and that's pretty fitting. As the player character, the Trailblazer has exactly no actual free will. Sure, unlike Genshin, a lot of the different dialogue options do come with unique responses, but there's not one choice the trailblazer can actually make. This holds true from the meta "we (the player) control them" and also in-universe everything they do is predetermined. Looking at this from a fourth wall perspective does make sense since Aha (Elation) recognises its universe - that being the universe of hsr - is part of a game.

Idk, I just found this interesting. Kafka implies the trailblazer knew her before she shoved the stellaron into their chest, but since their memories are gone I do like to think that Kafka manufactured our personality by using aspects of the stellaron hunters.

#honkai star rail #hsr #kafka #trailblazer #stelle #caelus #i play as caelus #silver wolf #blade #elio #also found family stellaron hunters ftw #we're the baby of the family #kafka gave blade the controls so he could pre-programme his fighting knowledge #and silver wolf had to coach him through it #kafka: hmm i think they should like coats #everyone else: NO #kafka: fine but I'm making them a memelord!!!

[bluest-planet]

The lack of KH mermaid aus is criminal, like, it basically writes itself.

#blue speaks #listen like #already read all the ones i liked or was interested in #usually im not one for aus unless its like. Canon divergence #im a modern/highschool/nopowers/coffeeshop/florist/soulmate hater alright #but MERMAID aus? idk man smth about em gets me #rarely but it does #anyways #very sad to see it not be poppin' #at least to my preference #im not the biggest soriku or sorikai person or roman in general #also very picky #no im not writing for this and thats a fact not a 'haha whoopse' bc its not smth im interested in writing tbh #id consider it after doing some other stuff or smth but no. im not adding it to the list and its not a priority #just wish id see that cute giant mer roxas and his fisherman bestie sora fanart in a fic lol id read that platonic or not #btw while i love the heart hotel as found siblings/family that doesn't mean im some kinda hater of any of those ships inside it #i like em all except vanitas and ven bc them being worsties is so funny to me i love it #some of the best kinda relationships are the ones that can fit any dynamic #again why i like queerplatonic heart hotel ftw #but soroku and soven and sovani and even sorxion (?) fans i see u and i hear u literally anything for heart hotel (romantic or not idc) #oh and i guess im not a fan of xion and roxas.... but that again my lack of intrest in a simple romance like that? idk to me they're friends #or siblings even #but cool if you like em #anyways pls send me some good mer fic recs if u got some thanks. or good heart hotel fics in gen. 👍 #good night

[vampzart]

Why is Sora the most blatantly trans coded character that was ever shoved into my face?

They left their home because their parents didn't accept them? Just girly things. They changed their name from Ana to Sora? Just girly things. They find their true potential while having a confrontation with their parents, who beg them to come back home, while obviously still not accepting them because they call them Ana? And in response to that they shout "My name is Sora!"Just girly things. Sora is literally just a girl. Frfr. The girliest girl to have ever girled. Truly. Just a girl.

#The fucking found family shit that's going on #My god #nonbinary sora ftw #ninjago sora #dragons rising sora #ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising

[autisticlancemcclain]

Shockingly, there are very few things to do in an ancient Altean castleship.

Well, that’s not quite true. Objectively, there’s a ton of shit to do. But there’s no, like, wifi or anything, so for Hunk, there’s very little in way of entertainment. His options are basically tinkering or tinkering with food. And he’s spent most of the day working on his real-life lightsaber (he’s got one that’s pretty much up and working, so he’s working on a second, now, because what’s the point of only one lightsaber?), so now he’s spending some time in the kitchens.

As he stirs some basil-like spice into a broth, he hears heavy stomping coming his way. He pauses, quickly trying to figure out who it is on sound alone. (It’s a fun little game he plays. He used to be a lot worse at it, but they’ve been in space with only each other long enough that he’s pretty decent, nowadays.)

Stomping usually means it’s Pidge, but these footsteps are a bit heavier than hers, as if it’s someone bigger. Allura tends to stomp when she’s angry, as well, but then there’s no rapid footsteps of someone running away from her in terror, so that’s a bust, too. It’s not Lance — Lance is completely silent when he walks, even when he’s mad, because he is a goober who thinks it’s funny to scare people when he spawns into a room. It’s not Coran, either, because there’s no characteristic click of his heeled boot or lively whistling to accompany the sound. And it can’t be Shiro, either, because not only has Hunk never heard him stomp, but Shiro’s arm always gives off a faint hum that you can hear just before you see him.

That leaves Keith. An angry Keith, at that, because usually Keith steps as quietly as Lance.

Hunk smiles as he continues stirring the broth. He can handle an angry Keith. Even if Keith doesn’t think he deserves it. Hunk will make sure he’s cared for properly.

Keith makes a noise of frustration when he enters the kitchen and sees Hunk already there.

“Why does every room on this stupid fucking castle have another person in it,” he growls.

Hunk shrugs. He knows the real answer to that question — if Keith really wanted to be alone, he’d go to his room, or even a random broom closet. The castle has thousands of rooms, and there are only seven people living on it. Keith is coming to the kitchen because, whether he knows it or not, he wants company. He just doesn’t want to admit it.

Like a cat, one might say.

(In his head, of course. If Hunk said that out loud, Keith might actually claw him.

…You know. Also like a cat.

Heh.)

“Odd,” Hunk says instead. “Sorry to hear that. Do you want some soup?”

“I don’t want any fucking soup,” Keith snaps. Hunk turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. He stares at him, unblinking, until Keith slumps forward, resting his forehead on the table with a sigh.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I’m just… mad, for no reason. I shouldn’t’ve yelled at you.”

“Apology accepted,” Hunk says, scooping some soup into a mug. He figures if Keith really doesn’t want it, he can just leave it.

He sits next to Keith at the table, setting the mug on the table and patting the red paladin’s head delicately.

“What’s up, bud? Overwhelmed?”

Keith nods, but doesn’t lift his head up.

“Ah,” Hunk says, moving his hand. “Probably don’t want to be touched, then.”

“Mmph,” Keith says, and then grapples for Hunk’s hand without looking. Hunk let’s him, amused. When Keith finally grabs a hold of it — and Hunk has to help by moving a little closer — he puts the hand back on his head. “Not that kind of overwhelmed. Everything is just — mean. In my head. Anxious, or whatever.”

As soon as it clicks, Hunk softens. He begins carding his hands through Keith’s hair, which seems to be the right thing to do.

“I see,” he says gently. “That sucks. I get that all the time.”

Keith lets out a deep, heavy breath. “What do you do?”

“Finds someone to sit with. Looks like you’ve already done that, though.”

“Then what?”

“Have them talk to me. It’s nice, hearing someone else’s voice. Makes things less lonely, quiets the voice in my own head.”

“…Can you do that for me?”

Hunk reaches forward with his free hand and squeezes Keith’s shoulder.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

He starts talking — random, unconnected things at first — and eventually launches into a stupid story about something he and Lance did when they were little, some precarious situation Mrs. McClain invariably had to save them from.

“You talk about Lance a lot,” Keith says after Hunk finishes. He’s finally managed to shift around a little, crossing his arms on the table under his head, and moving to face Hunk. “He talks about you, too.”

“Mhm. I can imagine. We grew up together, so most of the dumb shit we got into we did together.”

Keith cracks a smile. “Let me guess — all Lance’s ideas?”

“I would love to put the blame on Lance. Unfortunately, I am also a dumbass.”

Hunk’s tease is rewarded with Keith’s raspy laughter.

“I guess I can see that. You do like to tell people exactly what you think.”

“Yeah. You feeling better, buddy?”

Keith nods. “I am, actually. It’s never gone away this fast. Thank you, Hunk.”

“Anytime, dude.” Hunk nudges the half-forgotten mug into Keith’s vision. “Drink that. Then you’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?” Keith asks, dutifully chugging the contents.

“Well,” Hunk says, standing and stretching, “I’ve been working on this little project. I think you might be interested. You ever wondered if lightsabers could be real?”

They’ve been in space for roughly two years, now.

Hunk has never seen Keith perk up so fast.

“Uh, yeah! Every single day! Let’s go! Woah, do you think we could have a lightsaber fight? That’s be awesome!”

Keith nearly runs out of the kitchen, energy restored. Hunk grins.

Looks like there’s lots to do, after all.

#i love hunk and keith fr #vld #voltron #hunk #hunk garrett #keith #keith kogane #hunk & keith #also hunk & lance #kinda #anxious hunk #anxious keith #found family #mental health #keithtober #adhd keith #healthy friendships ftw!! #fluff #my writing #fic fragment

[oldshrewsburyian]

Look, I think the Swords of Wayland is what happens when Robin Hood meets Hammer Horror, and I have no idea why this, of all things, gets to be a double episode. I want more greenwood shenanigans!

...Demon... skeleton... samurai???

To be fair, “Demons or not demons?” is a question medieval people did ask themselves with some regularity

Nuns!!! <3 <3 <3

...evil nuns :(

Oh, great, stag-man, give Robin another responsibility and tell him it’s more important than his own life; that’s fine

Marion gets to strategically do a Lady of the Manor act, superb

“BUT PACTS WITH THE DEVIL AREN’T LEGALLY BINDING!” You tell ‘em, Friar Tuck

Robin copes with several unexpected crises in a row and does it well and it is not enough to save him from captivity

I am Concerned

No one in the Middle Ages could play chess without using the Lewis Chessmen. Obviously.

“All this new-fangled chivalry” I’m wheezing

Normal donation request but make it evil™

“He’s not a wolf’s-head” look, I appreciate Marion’s desire to Get Her Man but outlawry is a legal reality not a moral assessment

A of all, completely support that Marion’s response to finding her husband in Durance Vile was to snog him

B of all, unsurprised that this turned out to be a strategy which he caught onto immediately. These two, I swear.

"This is an outrage!" "If you like!" WILL

Robin and Marion: Battle Couple Era

(Marion gives Robin a mid-battle Look that had me internally yelling “This is not the time, kids!” but they did keep their minds on the job. Mostly.)

Tim the Enchanter????

Let. Robin. Rest.

He may be exhausted, bleeding, and half-drowned, but at least he gets a “That's all right, boy” from not-Tim, who is Welsh

I’m not going to cry I’m not going to cry I’m --

Meanwhile Marion and the Merry Men are in a demonic lair

Tuck should be better prepared for this. Brandish a crucifix, my guy! Get everyone to start saying the paternoster!

The fact that Much yells for Nasir, out of all of them--! They’re a family!

#robin hood summer #robin of sherwood #found family ftw #fun with medievalism #greenwood shenanigans™ #and the lack thereof