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elismor · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@cacodaemonia tagged me for this one and I've never actually looked at my AO3 stats, so this should be interesting (for me, anyway)...

How many works do you have on ao3? 119, which is kind of...something when you consider that I only started writing fic again in 2022

What’s your total ao3 word count? 101, 481. Yeeps.

What fandoms do you write for? Most of those words are for The Clone Wars, but there are some other SW shows/movies in there too. I'm 100% Star Wars these days. But there are also works from Stargate, Firefly, Supernatural, and a couple of others.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Pillow Talk

Forty Winks

Intensive Care

Whiskey Tango...Foxtrot?!

Crime and Punishment

The first four were all part of Codywan Sleep Bingo 2023, the last one was for 501st Bingo 2023

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I always respond to thank those who left me a comment at the very least and will try to answer questions or react to something specific if they have called it out. Fandom is about interaction.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose that depends on how one defines angst. Intensive Care ends with both Cody and Obi-Wan gravely wounded in bacta tanks. But None of Us Perfect ends with an OFC giving Anakin advice that will ultimately fail because...you know...Vader. So one of them is what I would maybe call "modern angst" in that fandom seems to have more specific definitions of it now but the other seems like a somewhat happy ending when we all know it's really not and never could be.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Honestly? I have no idea. These days, I tend to only write happy/fluffy sort of stuff, so most of them end well. Strictly Ballroom is about Waxer and Boil's first kiss and it's pretty sweet and happy, I think.

Do you get hate on fics? To date? No. Will I eventually? Probably? I dunno. I'm pretty small potatoes in the fic world....I don't have the kind of spotlight that draws hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, I suppose that I do. 98% of it is clonesex, but there is a side of het in there with Thire and an OFC because when I started writing smut, I needed to do it with the kind of sex I am familiar with.

Do you write crossovers? I have written one crossover in my life. It is not on AO3.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, but it was a million years ago in a fandom far, far away.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? This question gives ME angst. I am not a shipper by nature and I've never had an OTP. In TCW, I very much enjoy Rex/Cody and it probably edges out my fondness of Codywan a little.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have about 15K written as a sequel to None of Us Perfect and I really would like to finish it because I started it when the Kenobi series aired as a sort of tribute to my friend Alex, who passed away before she could see it. I'm also just really fond of that OFC and would like to tell more of her story. But it's such a personal project that gets me deep in my feels, so it can be hard to work on.

What are your writing strengths? If the comments are to be believed, I'm somewhat funny? I do think I can turn a decent phrase from time to time, too.

What are your writing weaknesses? I used to write in past tense and, back then, I think I was pretty good at action, but now that I'm in present tense, I don't think that's true anymore. I struggle with it not reading staccato (he did this, then he did that, then this happened), so I actually tend to avoid it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I tried it once with that crossover mentioned above, but did it phonetically because I wanted the readers to have a sense of how it sounded instead of just looking at words in a language they didn't speak. I don't think I would do it again aside from a word here or there as needed.

First fandom you wrote for? Highlander: The Series

Favorite fic you’ve written? I have a very soft spot for the second HL fic I wrote, which is probably still online somewhere, but I'm not going to try to link to it because it's under my real name (because that's how we rolled in 1997). Here and now, under the cover of usernames, it's probably A Brighter Star than You.

Thanks for the tag, caco! That was more fun than I thought it might be. I'm going to open tag this because I feel like I have been hitting the usual suspects pretty hard with the writing game tags lately. If you see it and want to play, please do so and tag me back so I can see your answers! And, because caco is a genius and did this first, here's a list of the questions for you to cut and paste:

How many works do you have on ao3?

What’s your total ao3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do you write crossovers?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favorite fic you’ve written?

#ask game #fic game #20 questions #i was done writing fic

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fuzzydreamin · 9 months

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Spiders, mirrors, closet monsters, change, & noise for Al & Nora?

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?

✪ Nora: No strong preference. She'd like them squished to know they won't be coming back, but Nate liked putting them outside to let them live and she did think that was sweet. Either way, it's preferable that she wouldn't have to be the one to touch it or coax it into a cup or something, so she usually let him or Codsworth deal with them. Nora really doesn't like touching bugs or rodents. Not phobia levels, but she thinks they're gross. She didn't even want them squished under her shoes, prewar. Icky.

✝ Alberta: Squish squish. Roaches weren't an entirely unfamiliar sight in Vault 101, though they usually stuck to the lesser used lower levels, and also weren't the largest they could have been. There wasn't really an option to put them outside, so squishing it was. Al would either squash them with her baseball bat, or get some target practise in with her BB gun. Either way, it was rare for a bug to live long after it was spotted by them. Al might watch them for a bit, or follow them as they scuttle about, but they would get squished eventually.

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

✪ Nora doesn't worry about blemishes on other people, they are just part of people and can be rather attractive, but personally she does get a bit stressed by the idea of herself being permanently scarred or marked (thank her mother).

She wasn't a fan of the stretch marks and baggy skin she got from having Shaun, and exercised to help reduce them after he was born. She also ends the story with at least two scars that she can't hide so easily, with the one she's actually more okay with having being the one that's easier to hide under clothing. But that's all something she has to deal with upon getting each of them.

✝ Alberta: Their height, and size in general. Al's sort of used to being small, but it would be a lie to say that it never bothers them. They're at an inherent disadvantage strength-wise despite not being weak, and people often don't take them seriously because of how small they are.

They also sometimes have some issues with their gender identity and how their body reflects that. Sometimes feeling stuck in the way that they still mostly identify as female but not feeling feminine enough while also still not wanting to be that way. It's often based on them getting stuck on how others might perceive and think of them, and not what they actually want. Al rarely knows what they actually want, in anything.

Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?

✪ Nora tries to be honest with people, she doesn't want secrets or lies to ruin any of her relationships, but at the same time she knows when secrecy can be a necessity and she definitely gains some skeletons in her closet. She also tries to project a much more put together and in control image of herself than she often feels inside.

✝ Alberta hides a lot. Unless you are given the chance to hang around and get to know them and have the right personality to get close enough, then there's probably not a lot you would know or find out about Al. Mostly they are known through rumours of their actions than personally.

Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life?

✪ Nora: Allowing herself to return Nate's affections and form a relationship with him. He really helped her embrace her own desires and gain a more positive outlook on life in general. She certainly wouldn't be who she is at the start of Fo4 without having met him, and not just for having a child to search for. The impact he had on her shaped who she is and who she will become, and follows her throughout the narrative.

✝ Alberta goes through so much shit it's hard to ever pick one moment. I always just default to 'Escape!' and all of the events afterwards until the Enclave are brought down. It's a ride, and they have several moments that help change and devlop their character. The events they are present for in GMS would certainly count too, so, no spoilers.

Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.

I think for both it's the usual stuff of like nails on chalkboard sort of noises, and general unpleasant screeching or grinding sounds.

That said, I think Al is a little more tolerant of mechanical sounds due to exposure from being in a vault where things whirr and creak and groan fairly often, as well as working with mechanical things and dealing with metal-on-metal sounds from that.

#fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

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dark--eclipse · 8 months

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God, this whole thing was a sensory nightmare.

It was bad enough that his shoulder hurt like a son of a bitch from literally getting a spike shoved through it--thank the gods for his accelerated healing factor--but then the Krang had taken him to some location and bound him up in this disgusting pink substance that he couldn't seem to break out of, no matter how hard he tried. Not to mention that his magic still wasn't working as intended.

Never mind. The important part was that his family was safe. That everyone else was safe. Donnie would.....find some way to get out of this eventually. He was sure.

In the meantime, no one said anything about not insulting the giant bubblegum monsters. Or being defiant to the last.

"You mutated gumballs-" He let a hiss sound under his words then, writhing and baring his teeth in a feral snarl. "--are rapidly reaching the point where I will no longer be in anything even remotely resembling a merciful mood when I get out of here. Now release me. I promise to make your deaths relatively quick and painless if you do."

The tallest one, the one that appeared to be a leader of some kind to the other two, smirked, drawing closer. "In due time, child. I was curious as to why your brothers seemed to fear you, after all."

"They do not fear me. You don't know anything."

"Oh, really? Do you honestly believe they understand the extent of your powers?"

"Don't act like you do in turn," Donnie snarled, writhing again. "What would someone who's been stuck in a pocket dimension for a millennia know about modern magic, anyway?"

"I know much more than weaklings like yourself could comprehend." The brother approached, then, his tentacles curling around Donnie in an effect that was utterly nauseating. "Even if, by some miracle, you are able to resist the might of Krang, your planet is weak. Vulnerable to threats. We can save your miserable way of life. You can stand alongside the Krang, as we usher in a new era of existence."

Okay. This was starting to sound uncomfortably like the whisper in all of his dreams, as of late. Shake it off, shake it off. "Huh. Got any other slogans you want to pull out of a fascism 101 textbook? Spare me the cliché villain speech, will you? The people of this earth, myself included, would rather die than submit to you. Any smart conqueror would know that."

"Submit? Like you have to your siblings?"

Well. That certainly shut him up. An irritated hiss was all he could offer in retort, even as the brother smirked down at him. "I must say, I do admire your resolve, however tragically misplaced it is. Your powers in action are quite a thing to behold. You are strong. Far more worthy of respect than your weaklings of brothers. And within the ranks of the Krang, strength prevails. I can see your thoughts, little thing. Your desires. You have never felt enough. You have always been looked down upon, when you were stronger than any of them."

How did this thing know. How did it know about his dreams, about the whispering, about-- "You don't know anything about me."

"I know even the parts you try to keep hidden. Frida."

"That is NOT my name."

"You have never felt good enough. Not strong enough for your brothers, not composed enough for society, not caring enough for your precious daughter-"

"Keep Themis's name out of your gods-damned mouth," he hissed, the shadows writhing around him for a moment. "If you even breathe in the same direction as her, I will destroy you."

"The Krang could make you greater than people's expectations. We could make you strong. Worthy of respect. Of power. Of all your deepest, darkest yearnings. You would pass beyond Frida, or Donatello, or any other worldly title. You would be a foremost figure in our new empire."

It was tempting. It was so, so tempting to listen to their words, and that frightened Donnie more than anything else that had happened to him so far. But he steeled himself. Inhaled slowly. Spat towards the Krang, then, ignoring the low warning hiss that he received from the sister of the bunch. "Empty flattery won't get you anywhere with me. You three must be even more imbecilic than I thought, if you think I'm willingly joining you. Torture me all you want. You won't get the location of the key. And you WON'T get me to break."

"Oh, no. All I need are your powers, little one."

He should have taken heed of how the brother was smirking at him, in that moment. He should have held his fucking tongue. But he didn't. "So you're going to kill me. Is that it? Fine. Do your worst. But my brothers will fight twice as hard to avenge me."

"No. I need you in full health to serve me--" And the tentacles curled around his head, twisting, probing. "--but I never said such service would be voluntary. You had your chance to submit, little one. Now, you will be the first to bear witness to the might of Krang."

"Wh-"

It burned. It burned it burned it burned, and he must have been screaming, but somehow he couldn't even get enough air into his lungs to manage that, all he could do was writhe and dry-heave and--he'd thought that when his powers went haywire, the pain was bad, but this was so much worse. He....he had to fight. He had to fight through it and kill this thing, he had to--

He--

What was he fighting for? He felt....stronger. All of a sudden.

He'd always been stronger than the other three.

no. they're Raph, Leo, and Mikey. they're your siblings. you have to remember.

So why didn't he SHOW them that.

NO--

Why didn't he show them how FUTILE it was to resist the Krang? How they could ALL be powerful?

NONONONONO

And if they stood in his way, he could just KILL them. Like he should have done so long ago with the red one.

STOP--

He'd make them PAY for his having to hide away.

st---

#rottmnt rp #shadow!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)#🧠

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louann0220 · 1 year

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December 18, 2022

Weakness, a noun which gives forth tremor or fright to every opportunity can make or break an individual’s potential to excel in the workforce; even maintain or sustain in the workplace.

Springs Delight Management 101 by Louann (louann0220) Clarke, Personal Trainer, passionate about change, personal development, and personal financial freedom works on creating an environment where Weakness can if managed in effective ways, assisting everyone through motivational inspirations can overcome barriers that often hinders, stagnate or destroy our growth and development.

It is not quite easy pin pointing our weaknesses, because often, people become comfortable in their situations, not letting go of negative behaviors, which creates poor outcomes. The start of moving onward bound, is to go beneath surface of the underlying problem, attest to it and work on solutions that would better enable you to resolve the problem and aid you with the ability to progress effectively without stumbles, falls or other incidents.

How can we our weaknesses into strengths? For example, Leyla’s weakness was the inability to represent herself well in a Hispanic community in which her husband Rafael introduced her to, therefore, Leyla, feeling a sense of not belonging and wanted to be included and be associated as family, decided she would solve the problem by teaching adolescents Spanish as a second language as she uses that as a tool to help and motivate herself yo better equip herself as a student of the foreign language and prepare herself as an instructor to gain meaningful pay as well. A well thought out plan for the serious minded anticipated entrepreneur. What do you think happened next? Leyla as she predicted, fitted in well with her new community and started to live a lifestyle of her dream. Leyla created change for herself and the outcome was successful. This too, can become a success story for us all in our circumstances, if we stop letting our weaknesses take control over our life. Change begins with each individual who wants to break the cycle, remove barriers and create opportunities. Just believe! Often times, we have to stop being our own critic and become our own best motivator.

In the Bible: 2 Corinthians 22:9 reads as follow, But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, do that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Using this Bible verse in Leyla’s challenge to fit in her new environment, Leyla, by grace became empowered and made perfect in her outcome by her weakness and it was overcome through faith. Leyla pin pointed the problem, overcame fear, motivated and inspired herself, took the initiative and created change for herself and many adolescents. My grace is sufficient for you.

How many of you believe in yourself and your ability? Are you capable of creating change, and developing a plan to gain control over your circumstances? Work on overcoming weaknesses and turning weaknesses into strengths. You can, and you will achieve. Every step begins with you. Remove barriers by using criticism as a tool to give you growth, assisting in your development to overcome challenges, removing obstacles, leading to success.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Believe!

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yeolyeah27 · 1 year

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Almost Chance - a wenmyeon one shot au

Junmyeon have been best friends with Wendy for a long time. He had his chance but will fate agree with it?

Ship : Wendy x Suho Genre: angst, romance, english-tagalog drabble

You were just a mere girl I met.

It was one fine day during a university event when I saw you wearing a blue dress, just talking to your peers. And by the looks of it, every head will turn around to you if they see you with that beautiful smile.

I even didn’t hold back my smile when I saw you enjoying the fair. You suddenly walked past in my direction, and I was rooted in awe when our shoulders accidentally bumped into each other.

“I’m sorry. Di ko sinasadya.” You said to me after I felt electrified by a simple touch. You gave me one last smile before continuing to walk towards your college building.

I still clearly remember how I felt that rapid thump in my chest when our gaze met. It took just a matter of seconds to realize that seeing you would leave me thinking all night about how to get your name.

And I was an idiot not to ask when I first got the chance to know you.

You were just a friend.

I didn't stop thinking about you since I saw you during the university fair. Who would have thought that we would share the same class for one semester? You entered our class late, and I will never forget how cute you look when you pouted just because our professor scolded you in front of our class.

Up until now, I still don’t know how lucky I am that day that the chair beside me was vacant for you to occupy it. I could feel my ears getting red when I heard again your voice.

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” I shook my head, blinded by your smile. “Wendy nga pala. Buti dito sa likod yung vacant seat. Nakakahiya talaga yung pagalit ni sir sakin.”

You pouted again and I couldn’t help myself but chuckle. “Uy napatawa kita. Ibig sabihin ba nyan ikaw na ang first friend ko rito sa Philo 101? Ano nga ulit name mo?”

“Junmyeon.”

You offered your hand for a shake and I gladly accepted it. Marking the years of our friendship. Marking the years of my unrequited love.

We were an almost.

I loved you for quite some time now, and you didn’t fail to remind me that the friendship we have will never change.

“You’ll always be my constant, Jun. Tama nga na naging bestfriend kita dahil never mo ko iniwan.” How I wish you never said that. How I wish you would realize that we could be more than friends.

Both of us were sitting on my apartment rooftop one night and just drinking beers while you were crying your heart out over a guy who never valued your worth. I never told you how my heart ached for you that night. I wanted to hold you tight and kiss your tears away. But again, I was a coward.

“Junmyeon, walang hiya talaga yung lalaking ‘yon. Lahat ng lalaki na yata na nakilala ko, manloloko.”

“Huwag mo lahatin, Wends. Para saan pa at naging kaibigan mo ko.”

I heard you giggle and look at me. It was pretty obvious that you were already drunk. Drunk and heartbroken. I returned your gaze, and I could feel the atmosphere change.

Maybe it was the stars that shone brightly upon your face. Or maybe it was the glimmer I saw in your eyes when you stared at me. All I knew was that the hope in my heart ignited the moment I felt your lips on mine.

We never talked about it the next day. We grew distant for a while. It was hard not to call you first. But then I’m weak for you, Wendy Shon. I didn’t have the strength to ignore you when you texted me again saying you wanted your best friend back.

And I was an idiot thinking we could be more than friends.

We are one for the books.

As I wait for you at the altar, while you are walking in the aisle and wearing a white wedding dress that suits you perfectly, I know that this will be the mark of ending all of that constant pining.

Ending the hope in my heart that someday you will return the same love I have for you.

You took my hand when you reached the altar, squeezed it tightly, and mouthed your thanks to me. And being your best friend, I smiled assuringly to you and gave your hand to the man who you will vow to love for eternity.

I was an idiot to let you go. But I am lucky to find a soulmate in you.

I was an idiot for loving my best friend. But I never regretted it.

#exo #exovelvet #red velvet #wendy #junmyeon #drabble #oneshot #suho angst

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bland85young · 2 years

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tawakkull · 10 months

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ISLAM 101: Spirituality in Islam: Part 84

Faqr and Ghina (Poverty and Richness)

For Sufis, poverty means that an initiate claims possession of nothing and is freed from all kinds of attachment toward worldly things, and that one feels total neediness and destitution before God in one’s relationship with Him, which is based on servanthood and God being the Sole Object of Worship. It is not poverty as understood by ordinary people, nor does it mean begging from people by displaying one’s privations.

The Sufi way of poverty involves severing relationships with all that is other than the Eternally Besought-of-All, and depending only on Him to meet one’s needs. For this reason, the more detached one is from whatever is worldly and temporary and the more annihilated one is in depending on Divine Attributes and Essence, the more one has attained poverty and can repeat the saying of the Prophet, upon him be peace and blessings: Poverty is my pride. [1]

As it is stated in a blessed saying, when poverty becomes a dimension of faith and submission, one no longer depends on the help, will, and power of that which is not God. Even if such a person has enough wealth to fill the whole world, since it is subject to decay and exhaustion, one does not depend upon it, but rather turns to God with all of one’s strength and feeling, conscious of his or her essential poverty and helplessness. How beautiful is the following couplet of Nabi, a seventeenth-century ce Ottoman poet:

Do not despise poverty, O Nabi! Poverty is the mirror where the independence of others is reflected.

Rumi made another fine observation about poverty:

Poverty is the essence and all else is form; Poverty is a remedy and all else the disease. The whole world consists in vanity and conceit; But poverty is the real core and meaning of existence.

Even if a person cannot discern his or her essential weakness and poverty with the light of belief, it is a reality that he or she is weak, poor, and needy. God Almighty declares: O mankind! You are poor in your relation with God, while God is He Who is the All-Wealthy and Worthy of Praise Who returns abundantly whatever is done for Him (35:15). As everybody absolutely needs His act of choice, will, and decree to come into existence, His Self-Subsistent and All-Subsisting Existence is also needed at every moment to survive.

An individual’s poverty and neediness before the Almighty is not a means of humiliation; rather, one’s increased awareness of one’s poverty engenders higher degrees of dignity, for such awareness before the Absolutely Wealthy One is richness itself. The believer becomes aware of his or her non-dependence on others, and acquires the consciousness of independence to the extent that one feels in his or her conscience that God is the sole source of power and wealth. His help is sought, and it is there-fore to Him that one turns. Even if such a person is materially poor, he or she feels no need for anything or somebody else.

The believer is convinced that whatever or whoever exists, including himself or herself, essentially belongs to the Almighty, for all elements of creation are only shadows of the shadow of His absolutely independent existence. This degree of conviction of God’s Unity is called annihilation in God, two steps ahead of which is subsistence with God. Concerning this, Hayali says:

Hayali, cover your naked body with the shawl of poverty; This is their pride, they know not of satin or silk.

Poverty is the goal of saints, the (natural) state of purified scholars, and the most manifest sign of love of God. The Almighty has placed poverty in the hearts of His friends so that those hearts may prosper through it. Poverty is a key of light to open the eye of the heart to the inexhaustible treasuries of God. One who has this key is the richest person in the world, for poverty is the door to richness. Those who pass through this door reach (in their conscience) the infinite treasuries of the Owner of All Property and discover that poverty is identical with richness. For this reason we can say, as Junayd al-Baghdadi did: Richness is no more than the final, perfect degree of poverty. [2]

When one is perfectly conscious of one’s essential poverty before God and one’s absolute dependence on Him, one is absolutely rich, for such a person no longer feels any need. This is what must be meant by the famous saying: The real richness is the richness of the heart. When one has attained this degree of richness, it is as if he or she has found a credit card that is valid everywhere. One who has such mysterious capital can be considered neither poor nor powerless. This is what is described in the following lines:

His is power, by which we are powerful. We are well-known by His Name or fame. We go beyond peaks and continue our way; We overcome all difficulties with ease.

We possess nothing worldly but are absolutely rich, And are dignified and respectable by His Dignity. We follow the way of contemplation, so Whatever exists is a source of knowledge of God for us.

[1] Al-‘Ajluni, Kashf al-Khafa’, 2:87. [2] Al-Qushayri, Al-Risala, 273.

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strqyr · 3 years

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Raven looks freaking fabulous with short hair.

she does, doesn’t she??

and i definitely don’t draw her with short hair because of my own occasional inability to draw long hair. nope.

#rwby #raven branwen #pyroanime2k16 #ask.strqyr #how to turn your weaknesses into strengths 101 #aka fake it till you make it

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

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I did it, angst to fluff dad!hawks and dad!dabi👀

AN: I do not support violence of any kind, and less bullying.

Hawks and Dabi when their kid is bullied at school

Hawks:

Being a father and a hero was hard. Mostly because his child could be a target for anyone who wanted to hurt him. Therefore, in order to keep Keigo working there the commission decided to keep an eye on Haru. But that include only villains and criminals. Not school bullies. And that was what happened that day nearly lunch time. Keigo had finished everything early that day, an going through some paperwork to spend time seemed like a good idea, in that way he would have more free time on the weekend. However, he had to stop when you called him.

"Hey angel! How are you?"

"Hi love, I'm good. But I'm calling you to ask you a favor"

"Sure thing, what is it?"

"Haru's school called me, and they said there was an incident and they wanted me to pick him up, but I'm busy right now, can you go?" Hawks wings stiffed.

"What? Is he good? What else did they say?" He asked standing up quickly. His son was first.

"Not much, apparently there was a fight or something like that"

"I'm on my way"

He hung up and got out flying through the window, not even bothering in changing his hero suit. It didn't take him more than ten minutes to get to the school, and once on the floor, he saw him.

Haru was sitting alone on a bench, both knees scrapped, dry mud on his face and part of his hair. There was also green and blue paint on his head, and also on his tiny wings, together with some chewed gum. He was holding his bag tightly against his chest as he was fidgeting with his fingers, eyes looking at the floor. Keigo's heart broke into million pieces, and even more when he noticed his son was sobbing silently.

"Chicken wing?" He asked with the softest voice possible as he kneeled in front of him. Haru didn't say anything. "It's fine now, dad's here" trying to keep on a comfortimg smile was so hard. "Wanna tell me what happened, hm?" Softly, he caressed his son cheek.

"There were-there were some older kids that," a sob "were bothering because of my wings" he cleaned his tear with his forearm "they said there were small and weak, and one of them said" Haru's chin trembled "let's see if he flies" he tried to drag me somewhere but as I refuse they-they did this" He reffered to his wings and hair covered in paint and chewing gum, scrapped knees and bruises.

"Fuck, come here my boy" Hawks said holding back his own tears as he pulled him in for a tight hug.

"They even said you weren't my dad" Haru dropped his bag so he could hold on to Keigo.

"Let them speak, they don't need to know everything" Keigo used his hand to caress Haru's head gently.

"I-I don't know why they are like that, I lend them my toys, crayons, I even share the lunch mom makes but" he couldn't keep talking.

"People are shit sometimes, and we... We just gotta face it. The important thing here, Haru, is not being like them, and don't believe any crap they say about you. You gotta keep being good, humble, caring, all the things that you are now, my chicken wing" Haru's eyes looked back at him.

"Do you think I'm all of that?" And that question made him think, had those kids been telling him more shit too?

"I don't think so, I know it. I'm sure of it" Keigo smiled at him, wiping some dust out of his cheekbone. "What about we go home now, get you cleaned up and order some KFC, what do you say?"

"Mom is gonna be mad if we eat that and not veggies"

"Oh, I'm quiet sure she will agree with it today"

"Yeah! We put him some painting too, he gotta learn not to lie! He keeps saying winged hero Hawks is his dad" at the sound of that voice, Haru gasped and tried to hide in Keigo's body. But he didn't allow it.

His face went from soft to angry as hell. He stood up slowly, knowing that, in his hero suit and with his huge red wings was going to call their attention.

"Dad look! That's him" the kid say.

"Hi Hawks, could you maybe take a picture with my son? He wants to be a hero like you"

"Oh, is that so?" Keigo tilted his head. "Well, hero course 101; we save people. Don't beat the shit out of them."

"What do you m-"

"Your kid, did that to mine" He pointed Haru, and the other kid's face turned white. "I don't give a shit about the reason, because there's no reason to do that to anyone. Anyone" at that point, he was trying hard not to lose it. "If you wanna be a hero then change, because with that attitude you'll not make it far. And you?" He pointed the other father "Guide him good. Do not celebrate those actions, or any other action that may hurt someone.

And with those last words, he turned around again.

"Haru, pick your things and get on my back. Hold on tight"

It is about time to teach him how to fly, Keigo thought.

Dabi:

Kaji was patiently waiting for the school bus to pick him up and take him back home, excitment rushed over him knowing that maybe that weekend he was going to see his dad again. But some comments took him out of his thoughts, and when he looked back he saw to older kids making fun of a girl that looked his age. And she recognized him, it was the girl from the other class, the one that gave him half of his sandwich when his fell to the floor.

"Hey! Stop that" Kaji said as he walked towards them

"And what are you gonna do about it, sauna kid?" The older say, pushing the girl.

"I... I will call a teacher!" Your words echoed in his head. Stay away from troubles, call a teacher if things are complicated.

"So pathetic, you can even defend yourself" and it seemed they forget about the girl, because now Kaji was their target.

"Beware, he can turn us into dumplings" the other kid mocked, but when he wanted to grab him by his arm to push him again, he got burned by the temperature of Kaji's body. His steam got higher temperatures when he felt nervous. "You damned freak, you burnt me!" And then, he pushed him to the solid ground.

"No, I didn't-I didn't mean that! I swear I wasn't trying to-" the hell happened.

Kaji curled up, holding his knees near his chest, and head on his hands. He had to take those kicks and hits. Thankfully, the bus driver arrived faster than the usual and the bullies ran away when they saw the adult looking the situation.

Kaji got back home, alone. You were working, and the nanny that was supposed to take care of him canceled last minute, but you trusted him to be alone for an hour or so. He got onto the couch, covering himself with a blanket not to see his bruises, hating himself. For being blamed of hurting someone, and for not being able to defend himself or the girl.

Conveniently, Dabi decided to stop by. He used the spare key you had given him to get into the apartment, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the tiny ball on the couch.

"If you're trying to scare me again is not gonna work, boy" Dabi said, but when all he heard was a sob he got worried. "Kaji?" He sat down next to him and took the blanket away from him. What the hell had happened. "Who did this" he asked dead serious.

"Some... Some kids at school" Kaji managed to say. "They were bullying a girl from the other class and when-when I tried to help her they said ugly things to me, and-and one of them grabbed me by the arm and got" and he broke. Kaji gripped Dabi's shirt with such a strength it made him feel like shit. "I swear I didn't want to-"

"I know, I know" Dabi said, his large hand caressing Kaji's back in an oddly soft gesture. He cursed himself for being so bad at comfort.

"I don't wanna be a monster, dad" the kid sobbed.

"First thing, they look more like monsters to me. Second, you will not be one, so don't torture that little head of yours with such shitty thoughts, ok? Let those brainless kid rot" He kept caressing his back with care, trying to calm him down. Kaji nodded.

"What if they do the same tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm sure your mom will go to the school and talk about it"

"Can I just try to... To beat them?" And there they were. His genes.

"Don't let it consume you. Acting out of anger is not a good thing" Dabi knew better than anyone how it felt, and for the same reason he didn't want his son go through the same. To try to do something good and failing could be frustrating, especially for a five year old.

Kaji looked at Dabi right in his eyes, and the resemblance was scary. It was like looking in a mirror when he was younger. And then he noticed the sadness in Kaji's eyes, the fear, the doubt. Even though he never admitted it, that little boy was his world, and he hated to see him like that because of someone else. Kaji didn't deserve that. Not him.

The two of them stood like that for a while, Kaji calming his sadness buried on Dabi's chest, his tiny hands gripping his shirt, not wanting to let him go, not even for a second. Dabi gave up to his son, he just couldn't take it. His grip became tighter around Kaji's body, and he rested his chin on top of his head, and he even pressed a soft kiss right on that spot. He wanted to protect him from everything, and the worst part was that he knew he wasn't going to be there forever. After a few minutes, Dabi spoke.

"Alright, let's wash that ugly face of yours" Dabi joked, maybe a bad one due to the circumstances but Kaji knew it was his dad's way of showing affection. He stood up with him on his arms "I can roast some marshmellows for you, your mom likes when I do that"

"Yes! Can I have more than five?" Kaji pleaded.

"Your mom's gonna fucking kill me if I do" but at his puffy son's eyes Dabi couldn't say no "fuck it, what's the worst that can happen" Dabi rolled his eyes.

He made the way to the bathroom, ready to wash Kaji's face. Even though the kid was calmer thanks to his dad's comforting hug, Dabi wasn't. He didn't want his kid to go through that pain, but he also knew Kaji wasn't alone. He had you, and him. And he was going to be there as much as time allowed.

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Do Gabriel and Cin live in the same universe? If they do, they should meet each other.

They technically don't, but they could (Welcome to Cin has no logic 101) (Be a good guest masterlist)

CW: Lost whumpee, manipulative creepy whumper

Cin broke through the trees into a clearing, finding a small log cabin resting silently in the forest. The windows were blotted with dark curtains, all but one, that had a soft yellow gleam from a fireplace. It was so, so cold... Cin had run away from Richard once more and had found himself in a cold, wet, hopeless place.

He knocked on the old door, hearing quick scurrying and footsteps on the other side, the curtain pulled shut, then silence. He sighed. It seems he wasn't welcome here either. Just as he turned, the door clattered with dozens of locks. It popped open a crack as a man poked an eye out, looking the boy up and down.

"H-hello!" Cin chirped, clearing his throat when it came out weak.

The man didn't say anything, but his eye narrowed.

"The road is up that hill, you can find your way back if you follow that path." The man spoke.

"Oh! No thank you, I'm not lost. Well... I am. But willingly." Cin smiled.

The door open an inch more, the man's face turned curious.

"Willingly? Why would a pretty thing like yourself be out wandering the woods at this hour?" He asked.

Cin's face fell, his shoulders hunching. He was being pretty bad, wasn't he? Mr. Richard would be worried sick.

"It's cold out, why don't you come in? We have a fire going." The man coaxed, opening the door. He had dark peppered wavy hair and kind looking eyes, a sweet and welcoming smile crossed his lips.

"Okay!" Cin chirped, not questioning the man in the slightest as he hopped right past him. He didn't even need to be told as he plopped right down on the floor by the warm fireplace.

Walter blinked. Several times. He was expecting to have to fight and convince the boy to even consider coming in. Use the old trick of promised tea.

"Sir, what's this?" Cin asked, holding up a chain attached to the floor.

"Ah-! Nothing dear! Nothing at all, that's for... something else." He muttered, kicking the chain under the couch.

"Is there someone else here? You said 'we' earlier." Cin cocked his head to the side. As if on cue, there was a banging noise coming from the basement. Cin turned towards the basement door, as his chin was taken and turned back to the fire.

"Yes, there is. My son, Gabriel. He's shy and gets very anxious, so he's off somewhere else right now." He smiled, sitting next to the boy.

"Oh, I probably shouldn't stay then, I tend to be a bother wherever I g-"

"NO! St-stay! You can stay! He's fine, I know how to care for him." Walter grabbed Cin's hand, slowly pulling him back to the floor. Cin hesitated, a bit flustered, but did what he was told.

"You have a very lovely home, mister. It's quite cozy. I especially like the hundred locks you have on the door. It feels very safe."

Walter broke down in laughter as he wrapped his arm around the boy. "Yes, dear, it's very safe here indeed. You should really stay for the night, it's gotten quite late for a sweet thing like you to make it home safe." The man coaxed.

"HHhmmmm...." Cin thought, tapping his lip. This was a nice place, but every minute that passed, he knew a panicked Richard was looking for him.

"I realllyy shouldn't..." Cin muttered, feeling the man's grasp tighten around him.

"Well... What a shame. Why don't you have a cup of tea before you go then. Such a small little thing like yourself needs to keep your strength up." Walter cooed with a smile.

Cin perked up at the mention of tea.

"Yes sir! I would love a cup!" He cheered.

Walter smiled gleefully. Sinisterly.

He even calls him sir already. What a lovely addition to the family the boy will be.

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theseerasures · 3 years

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So I found this tag of yours: "the fine line winter always walks between letting her emotions get the better of her and using that as a facade is. hm" So I just wanted to ask if you have any further thoughts upon this line?

it’s mostly abused kid survival 101 imo. Winter “struggling” with her emotions has been a centerpiece of her character since the beginning: one of the first things she said was “emotions can grant you strength, but you must never let them overpower you,” but one of the first things she DID--even before she shared her, uh, avowed wisdom--is let herself be goaded into a fight with Qrow. the blueprint for this contrast, and the ways that she’s disciplined for it, are all there in her early scenes. despite not having a lot to do in volume 3, Winter nevertheless makes a very strong impression, and by the time we get to Atlas proper it’s cemented that this is her reputation. that she’s standoffish and restrained, but also prone to angry, often physical outbursts. that’s why “you have ten seconds to take those off before i start hurting you” is so effective, both in-universe and out, because it confirms Winter’s whole deal.

so Winter has these rough edges that she can’t file down no matter how hard she tries--BECAUSE she’s only ever been taught to file them down instead of, say, actually working through them--which means she has to find a way to cope with them and use them to her advantage, even if she hates them. given Jacques’ response to Weiss’ outburst in season 4, it’s a safe bet that Ironwood wasn’t the first person in Winter’s life to go “ew put your emotions somewhere else,” so she’s had plenty of practice. the most obvious way she turns this “weakness” into a “strength” is in how she leans on making Intimidation checks to get what she wants: see above with “you have ten seconds,” but also with the numerous ways she disciplines the AceOps (which had...mixed results). people know Winter is Angry Woman, and more importantly, they know she’s Angry Woman who can back up her threats, so they’re usually quick to fall in line.

but the more complex way she leans on her emotions, and what i allude to as a “facade” in my original tag, is as an alibi. iirc the original post that tag was attached to was about how she slugged Marrow and saved his life, and how--if you’re looking at it from the POV of an in-universe character--it matches up perfectly with what is Known About Winter Schnee. of course she’d fucking deck Marrow for yelling at military dad. Harriet just threatened to do the same, and Winter is just being Harriet with more bite. when you’re repeatedly punished and told, just as repeatedly, that it is for This One Thing, you DO start to believe that This One Thing is bad about you, but you also start to realize that you can get away with other stuff if people are always chalking it up to This One Thing. if you blow up at a younger sibling for doing A Bad in public, then you’re cutting off a parent from doing much worse at the pass, and you’re just...y’know, being you. you blow up sometimes, and it’s inconvenient, but you’re working on it. and all the attention is on you now, which is what you wanted.

i made the point a bit ago that Winter’s greatest asset thus far has been in these come-from-behind interventions, when her enemy already assumes she’s been neutralized, and in a non-combat setting that’s often because Winter lets them believe that she’s been neutralized. a lot of that so far has been because Winter neutralizes herself, but she also, at least semi-consciously, prods the people she sees as threats (which for Winter encompasses just about everyone) into thinking that she’s...not less an obvious danger (she needs that, to get what she wants and to protect everyone else), but less complex and more predictable than she actually is.

#Anonymous #i say semi-consciously bc the funnest thing about winter (for me) is...#she genuinely has no idea what she's capable of #why would she? she's been taught to hate what she's capable of her entire life #winter schnee #rwby

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hela-avenger · 3 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 14

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1480

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Once again, apologies for the delay! And more apologies for what’s to come.

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It’s only Natasha, Steve, and you in the lab. Everyone else was told to stay away for the meeting with Doctor Strange. He should be seeing you any minute now but you had yet to hear word from FRIDAY of his arrival to the tower. His incoming tardiness only served to amplify the tense silence in the room.

Natasha and Steve were under the impression that you had no idea of the secret they were keeping when in reality you knew the real truth for Doctor Strange’s involvement. You had yet to tell them that you knew and you had already resolved not to confess that to them knowing their guilt would be too much to bear at the moment.

Late or not, you just hoped that this doctor would be able to reverse the damage done and allow you to go back to the life you had.

You were over the random confessions you pulled out of your friends and the constant fear of this power potentially killing you. You just wanted to return to your life as an Avenger who only had the power of your own human body to face the world.

You were content in being normal.

Yes, people lied to you and spoke half-truths. Yes, they kept secrets and withheld information. None of that was new, but being a lie detector… being able to sense all of that now was taking its toll.

You longed for the days in which you were blissfully ignorant of all that.

The clock strikes twelve and Natasha lets out a sigh.

“For a highly awarded surgeon, I would have sure hoped he knew the importance of being punctual…”

As the last words left her mouth, a gold ring starts to appear at the end of the room and a figure steps out.

The man is donned in a red cape, blue robes, and a glowing amulet laid on his chest.

“Agent Romanoff,” he greets. “I’m Doctor Strange. I believe we spoke on the phone.”

Natasha smiles politely swallowing back her recent words, “Yes. Thank you for coming. We have a special case and we’re hoping you’ll be able to help us.”

Doctor Strange glances at Steve who offers a nod in greeting before turning to look at you. He takes a step closer and you straighten up on your seat. He looks at you from head to toe with a calculating gaze.

“May I look at your hands?”

You offer them to him and he takes them into his own. You notice the array of scars and the slight tremble of his palms.

The question burns in your mind of the story untold on his skin and he takes notice.

“Car accident and multiple surgeries,” he answers as if he read your mind. “A lot of nerve damage. Not much could be done on the medical side.”

“But the mythical had a solution?” you ask.

Doctor Strange stops his inspection and looks into your eyes. For the first time since he’s appeared, he dons a small smile.

“Yes,” he answers.

You wish you could smile back. Doctor Strange seemed like a closed off character that held a hidden warmth. The makings of a good friend and future ally if need be. Except, you weren’t in the best of moods since Loki’s revelations the prior night.

Doctor Strange releases your hands soon after.

“When was the last time you used your siphons?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“And the stones haven’t been overcharged yet?”

You look down at the palm of your hands and frown when you realize that the stones were sitting normally. Loki had warned you that you had to use your siphons daily to avoid overcharging and breaking them.

With everything running in your mind, you hadn’t realized that alarming detail that laid so blatantly in your hands.

“I- I didn’t notice,” you stammer out. “They should be lit up by this point…”

Doctor Strange frowns.

“What does that mean?” Steve asks. “Is her power fading away?”

“Not at all. In fact, I would say it's the opposite,” Doctor Strange answers. “You were right, Agent Romanoff. It seems like her body has evolved to the point in which it is able to retain the power of Veritas. The siphons are still helpful but they will no longer become necessary for her.”

A silence accompanies his statement as Natasha and Steve turn to look at you. The secret they were keeping is out and it was obvious from your tired expression that you already knew about it.

“That’s uh… That’s great,” you mumble. “Any way I can reverse what’s been done?”

Steve and Natasha call out your name.

“We should talk about this…”

You ignore them. You didn’t need to hear their explanation. You just wanted to hear a solution from the local expert.

“Doctor Strange,” you speak again. “Is there any way I can go back to how I was?”

He hesitates and you knew then that the answer would be no.

“Had I been consulted earlier, perhaps something could have been done or at least the risks would be minimal, but as your body has been impacted and changed by this power any kind of reversal would wind up killing you. The power of Veritas is ingrained in your DNA now and if I were to remove it, I would remove your life essence too.”

You block out the rest of his explanation. Not as if it was directed at you anymore seeing as Steve and Natasha were still asking questions and attempting to find a cure elsewhere.

They’re all so focused on scrapping up a solution that you’re able to slip out of the lab without them noticing.

You don’t know where you’re going. You blackout for a few minutes until your mind clears up enough to find yourself on Thor’s residential floor. Specifically, right in front of Loki’s room.

You knock and Loki is quick to answer.

“Little mortal,” he greets. “Meeting cut short?”

You look up at him and a burning anger starts to burn deep inside you.

“Tell me you didn’t know.”

His amusement falters. His true feelings revealed now that the mask has fallen. Concern laced his features but you don’t care about the truth anymore.

“Didn’t know what?”

“Tell me you didn’t know that this could have been reversed,” you tell him. “That I could have been back to normal had we consulted other sources. Tell me you didn’t know.”

Loki remains silent and the mask rises again. You are quick to tear it down as you push him back.

“Tell me the truth!” you yell. “Did you or did you not know?!”

Loki glares down at you but you weren’t afraid of him. Your body was evolved to the same kind of strength and power that he had. You were equals now as much as you hated it.

“So what if I did?” he asks in return. “You were presented a gift and look how blessed you are now. Your skills as a warrior are amplified by strength. You are immune to illnesses and mortal weakness. You are a truth-seeker and can pull out secrets and confessions from anyone.”

Loki peers down at you.

“Thanks to me, you are a Goddess among men.”

Your anger turns to rage.

You don’t know if it’s because of the credit he’s handing to himself or that he admits to turning your life around for his own amusement.

No, it takes a second to realize that it’s because he’s lying to you.

He’s lying about everything.

Loki knows that he is and you can’t comprehend why he would still do it when he knows you’ll sense it.

“You’re selfish,” you tell him. “And you’re cruel.”

Loki feigns indifference but you can tell the damage you’re inflicting. You’re better than this but Loki has damaged you enough and you are done playing his game.

“You used my situation to broker a deal, but the deal is done,” you tell him. “My body has evolved to the point that I will no longer die from this power. I will no longer need the siphons nor your guidance. From this day forward, you and I… we are no longer friends.”

You think you see fear in his eyes but it’s quickly gone and it intensifies your fury.

As much as you hoped, Loki could not release himself from the role he’s chosen to play.

You wanted him to fight. You wanted him to rip off that mask he’s always donning.

Loki had never been a villain to you. Not until recently.

He had always been honest with you but he’s stopped. You had no idea what changed and why he started to lie to your face so blatantly.

It hurt and with this pain, you decided to wield it against him too.

“Forget my name. Forget everything. We’re strangers again.”

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