#i don't have a surname for her oops

[sezja]

A Different Sting, Part 1/2

A bed, Martiallais thinks - a reminder, and a promise to himself. A good night's sleep in a proper bed. He might not believe in the Twelve these days, might only invoke the Matron's name when he needs a good pair of tits to swear on, but this feels like the closest he's been to a prayer in years. A real pillow under my head, a good solid roof over it, and one solid good night's sleep, thank the Matron.

The Redbelly Wasps don't much appreciate a Wildwood among their ranks, but his mother, gods rest her thieving soul, had worked her magic. Ten years of service to the Redbellies when he came of age, in exchange for lessons in the lance in his youth. Not a fair trade, in Martiallais's book, but she hadn't asked his opinion in the matter. She didn't want him in the guilds. Never said why. She'd probably owed half of them money.

The thought of his mother brings a sad smile to his lips - gone only six moons. She'd lived long enough to see him step into the role he'd been forced to play, the skulking poacher; he'd been putting his lance to work spearing boars and antelopes for the Redbellies. Meat and leather and bone for the Duskwights, to use or to sell; he doesn't ask questions. He just keeps his head down, keeps his mouth shut, hopes the elementals aren't minding him, not today. The Redbellies pay him his share; make sure he doesn't go hungry.

They're not so bad, Duskwights.

Still, it's good to be going home from the hive, if only for a night. Might be as he's just a spoiled city-born Wildwood, but Martiallais wants a warm bed, a warm meal, and some gods-bedamned privacy. Things he only gets once every two moons: the rest of the time, he camps out in the forsaken wilderness with the Redbellies. They seem well-suited enough to life in the rough, though he knows they've homes of their own elsewhere - not that he's ever seen them. They keep their secrets. He might be one of them, but he's not one of them.

Lonely way to live.

He picks up his pace when he reaches the Central Shroud; the trees part overhead to reveal the angry red eye of Dalamud, glaring down from overhead. Deeper in the Shroud, it's hard to see the moon, and it startles him to realize how much larger it seems now - how much closer. It's driving the beasts of the Shroud half-mad. There've been more poachers injured in the past fortnight than Martiallais can recall in the few years he's been working among them; whatever's in the air, whatever's in the moon, it's bad. It's dangerous. It's-

A scream shatters the man's thoughts.

He draws his lance unthinking, urging his tired limbs into a sprint. All thoughts of beds and soft pillows are scattered in the face of danger - if life among the Redbellies has taught him anything, it's that letting his attention stray in the middle of a fight is how a man dies.

So he lets his focus narrow to the point of his lance. To the enemy. Enemies. Anoles, a pack of them, far from their usual hunting grounds. Wilder than they should be. None of the wariness they should have around people.

They're focused on their prey.

Lack of focus can kill a beast, too.

He flies into them unhesitating. Anoles are fast. He must be faster. Habit makes him economical: take the beasts down with as few attacks as possible. Minimal damage to the hide, the better for salvaging it for leather. Martiallais is no great warrior, no trained soldier, but he's very good at killing.

He stands, breathing heavily, surrounded by five dead anoles - poor beasts driven mad by whatever is dragging the moon toward the ground. It's almost a waste to leave them there, but he's not carting around bits and bobs of beast sinew and hunks of flesh and hide; what is he, an adventurer?

Right. Their prey.

He returns his lance to its harness on his back, and looks to her at last.

And the world stops.

Her. Sprawled on the ground, where she tripped. Had he arrived half a second later, she'd be anole food. Her. A plump-framed Keeper of the Moon, short even for her diminutive race. Dark-skinned and dark-haired - the deep blue fur of her tail still sticks out like a bottle brush after her terrifying brush with death. Her eyes, still so wide he can see the whites ringing them, are the color of bronze. Her ears draw back, as flat against her skull as they can press, and her hands clutch at her heart. Martiallais imagines he can feel that heart racing, pounding - pounding like his own, rattling against the bones of his ribcage like they're prison bars, like his heart wants to tear its way free of his chest to be with hers.

Hells.

He shakes his head and approaches, slowly, carefully, hands empty. He kneels beside her. Tries to shake the desire to kneel before her, a supplicant. He wants very badly for her not to fear him - gods, the idea that she might be afraid of him! It would kill him.

"Are you hurt?" His voice is thick in his own ears; she must hear it. He clears his throat. "Miss?"

She blinks. Shakes herself. Takes a few shuddery breaths.

"M... Matron be praised," she says, in the most beautiful voice he has ever heard. "You... you saved my life, ser. I don't... I don't know how to repay you." She pats herself, and he realizes she is trembling. "I didn't carry any money with me-"

"Think nothing of it," he manages, standing. He offers her a hand, glad to see it doesn't have any blood on it - not this time, anyway. "Can you stand?"

Her hand is warm in his, quivering, but she grasps it without hesitating. She isn't afraid of him. She isn't afraid of him. She isn't-

He makes himself release her hand once he is certain she can stand on her own shaking legs. "The Shroud is dangerous these days," he says, with a meaningful glance skyward. Dalamud watches overhead. He has the uncomfortable feeling the red moon is judging him, judging his desires. "What were you doing out here, miss?"

The woman pats at the strap of the pack she wears over one shoulder. "I... I'm a botanist," she says, then hastily adds, "w-well, a botanist's assistant, anyway, but I'm with the Growery, and I... there were herbs, cuttings, I needed to deliver to Bentbranch-"

"They sent you alone?"

Her eyes fill with unshed tears. Martiallais could cut out his own traitorous tongue. She shakes her head, scrubbing at her eyes. "I've made the t-trip a dozen times..."

"In safer times," he says, surprised at his own gentle tone. "You still have the delivery to make?"

"A-aye, but-" She sniffles, eyeing the dead beasts. "There will be more of those-"

Thoughts of a warm bed and a roof over his head seem malms away. "Miss," he says, aware abruptly that he looks and smells and seems exactly like what he is - a criminal who's been living wild in the forest for two moons, out of touch with civilization and in no way qualified to spend time with a lady of any respectability.

But his heart's in his throat and he can't quite make himself stop looking at her. His hand still tingles from her touch. He's aching, and he wants- he wants-

It's just because you ain't seen a woman in more than two moons who couldn't put an arrow through you, he tells himself, only he's never been with a woman before. He's never wanted a woman - or anyone - before. A few fumbling kisses with his fellow poachers in the dark never evolved into anything. He's felt like damp kindling - no spark could light him, through no fault of anyone's.

And now he's ablaze, and can't do a damn thing about it.

If there are gods, they're laughing.

"Miss," he says again, unwilling to leave her side. A while longer. Only a little while. "Miss, I'll walk you there and back to Gridania." Just to be with you a while, he thinks. Just a little while, that's all, then I'll let this go. Even if it kills him. It might kill him.

But she smiles. She smiles, and he dies and is reborn in the same instant.

"Oh, thank you, ser," she says. "Thank you! Please tell me your name?"

"Martiallais," he says, leaving it at that.

"That's quite a mouthful," she says, repeating the name to herself until she's satisfied with her pronunciation. "Might I call you Marty?"

You can call me anything you want. "As you like, miss."

"Tsimh," she says, dipping him an awkward little curtsey. "Please, call me Tsimh. N-now, which... which way is Bentbranch?" Her face colors. "I'm afraid I got a bit lost, running from those creatures..."

He smiles, leading her around the dead anoles, back toward the safety of the path. "We'll get you back on familiar ground," he promises. "Never you fear, Miss Tsimh; I'll keep you safe."

#martiallais redlance #tsimh #i don't have a surname for her oops #my writing #it's self-indulgence hour lads

[a-dragons-journal]

We're finally deciding to make a post about this.

So, some of you may recall a while back that I wrote a whole post about me calling myself "singlet+," with experiences very close to plurality, but nonetheless not quite plural. I've gone back and forth on questioning it multiple times, but kept coming to the conclusion that no, when I really quiet my own brain and reach out, there truly is nothing else there. It's just me.

...So it turns out I had completely misunderstood how monoconscious systems work, and if you happen to be monoconscious, trying to kill your own brain "making up" responses tends to also kill any headmates' responses. Oops.

We've been quiet about this for a little while now, because Viridian's not wanted to get a ton of attention while she was still getting her feet under her, but she's finally decided she's comfortable being public about her existence, so here we are. The only reason I'm making an announcement post is because I'm about to post an essay we co-wrote that will be very confusing if I don't, LMAO.

She can be found over at @/emerald-technologist, though things we co-write or that are relevant to both of us - which will be most actual essays, because of the fact that I'm (so far, at least, and we have no intention of trying to change it) always fronting and thus things basically always get at least some input from me - will probably end up posted or reblogged to both blogs, so.

Let's also just say this right off the bat: if you're gonna be pissy about origins, endogenic systems, or syscourse in general, take it to me, not to her. Anyone who tries to start shit with her will just be blocked on sight; she doesn't want to deal with that. I am usually happy to debate such things, as long as I have the energy; just take it up with me.

(Also, note that while I call her Viridian, she does prefer her surname, Caldwell, from strangers; she'll accept either and won't be offended if someone firstnames her, but it's a cultural thing for her.)

#plurality #rani talks #haha oops. #fictives #caldwell

[callsigndragon]

Best friend's little sister | Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Pairing: Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Fem!Seresin!Reader (call sign: Valkyrie)

Summary: Don't let Jake know that her little sister and his best friend are in a secret relationship. Easy, right?

Word count: 2.3k

Requested? Yes / No

Warnings: mentions of death, javy doubts himself, reader helps him see he's better than that, secret relationship, mentions of sex, idk maybe i'm missing something.

A/N: THIS IS THE FIRST COYOTE THING IN MY BLOG WHOO! Thanks Coyote anon, I needed an opportunity to explore Jake being a big brother and here I have it. Changed the part of 'getting caught on a date' bc i got carried away and i completely forgot about that part. oops. I also tried a new form of writing, i'm not sure if i like it, but if i can't experiment here, then where? Hope y'all like ti <3

Javy 'Coyote' Machado and Jake 'Hangman' Seresin are best friends. There's no doubt about that. Having graduated together in Top Gun as the two best pilots of their promotion, the duo became inseparable ever since. Even though they ended up in different stations after graduation, that friendship never halted. 

Another thing that left no place for doubt is the fact that Javy and Y/n liked each other. Everyone with eyes could have known. It wasn't that hard to see the quick, awkward glances they shared with each other, making the girl blush profusely due to the eye contact. It would have been easier for Coyote to make a move on her if Y/n 'Valkyrie' Seresin didn't share a surname with his best friend. Yes. She was Hangman's sister. Twin, actually. Because being related wasn't enough, no. They had to be twins. 

Valkyrie was the younger one for three minutes, and Hangman took the role of big brother those 180 seconds gave him. He would always protect his sister. In kindergarten. In elementary. In high school. Even in the Navy. Because, yes, the Seresin twins did everything together. And when Jake announced to his family on a Sunday dinner in mid July that he'll be going to the Naval Academy, Y/n simply said: "We're going." 

Hangman could be older, but Valkyrie was always there to protect his brother from the many tense situations Jake's cockiness led him to. They always had each other's back.

There were two people that Hangman did not leave behind when they were flying. Coyote and Valkyrie. If something happened to those two because he wasn't where he had to, he would never forgive himself. He trusted them more than anything. 

And they betrayed this blind trust Hangman had on them. 

When the best of the best were called back to Top Gun for a classified mission, the Seresins were there. Being the third also counted as being part of the best, and after graduating and ending up in the same base, Valkyrie became Hangman's wingman. People around the base called them 'The Devil's twins' as they never failed a target, their aim was ways on point, and if you were unlucky enough to see them behind you in the radar, well. You could prepare yourself to say hello to the Devil himself. Of course they would get involved in such an important mission. 

When Javy saw her entering the Hard Deck with her brother, he thought that he was seeing a deity in front of him. One of the legendary valkyries had come down from Valhalla to end his suffering and open the doors of the feast hall in which he'll spend the rest of his days, drinking and eating his problems away. He wanted her. God, he was infatuated. 

Valkyrie could see every thought in Javy's eyes. She knew he wanted her. But she could never get involved in such a way with his brother's best friend. What if something went wrong? What if they ended up hurting each other and Jake had to choose one of them? Of course Y/n would never make him choose. She wasn't a little girl, she could be in the same room with her ex and be fine about it. However, Jake would choose her. Always. And he would probably never have his friend and his little sister in the same room again. Y/n couldn't do that to him. She couldn't be that type of person.

But when someone looks at you as if you were the most perfect creature to walk on Earth, it tests your willpower. And Y/n couldn't ignore her feelings any longer. After Coyote almost crashed his airplane when blacking out due to the high-Gs, Valkyrie waited for everyone to leave the locker room and approached the male, who was still a bit shaken up. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” said her, sitting next to him on the bench. He nodded, acknowledging her feelings with a distant, agitated expression. Javy didn’t think he was going to make it. His first instinct was to pull up and save the expensive aircraft, but he realized later on, that he should have ejected from it. All he could think of was you and the amount of things he wanted to do with you but didn’t because he was scared of Hangman. 

 “I know. I fucked up. I should’ve been better.”

Y/n could feel the remorse in his muttered words. She moved closer, her hand squeezing Coyote’s one, trying to reassure him. “It’s not your fault, Javy. Those were a lot of Gs. It was bound to happen.”

“You didn’t black out. Nor Jake. You’re better.” he said, his eyes falling to the soft hand that was holding him and caressing her knuckles with his thumb. “You’ve always been better than me.” 

Y/n looked at him, and instead of expressing all the thoughts that were in her mind, she dropped his hand and flicked his forehead. “Darling, you’re an absolute idiot. I’m not and I’ll never be better than you. We’re working under a lot of pressure and our bodies are tired, you egressed with a force of 9-Gs, Javy. It’s not usual and we just need a few tries ‘til we get used to it. It’s not that big of a deal and you’re not a bad pilot for it.” 

Javy ran his fingers through his forehead, trying to sooth the pain from her flick. “No need to hit me like that.” 

“It was just a warning. Next time you doubt yourself, I’m doing it harder.” she said, laughing and rising from the bench. 

“I doubt myself with a lot of things, you know.” Javy looked up at Valkyrie’s face, lightened up by that sweet smile that was always there, even in the worst situations she managed to smile. It was like an angel. 

“Well, tell me those things. Let’s see how wrong you are.” she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the lockers, waiting. 

“I already told you about you being better than me” 

“Complete bullshit. Next” 

“I think I should work on my aiming skills. Your brother is always better” 

“That’s some kind of superpower he has. He aims like Legolas himself, but doesn’t have proper social skills. Nothing to envy if you ask me. You, my friend, have a very good aim and an excellent ability to flirt with every girl we’ve ever encountered. So, again, bullshit. Next.” 

“I don’t know if I can stop ignoring my feelings for you any longer.” his words, coming in a whisper, as if he was trying to not be heard by Jake, fell heavy against his tongue. 

Y/n and Javy looked at each other, both realizing that the ball was now in her court and she needed to make a move, or retire from the match. She was scared. All those years, all those glances, the light touches, the whispered conversations, the little small gifts after coming from a deployment, the FaceTime calls at 2 in the morning when one of you couldn’t sleep… all those things could become something more at that moment. Or become a memory if Y/n rejected him. 

With her heart beating faster than it should be humanly possible, she answered: “Don’t ignore them” 

Valkyrie had never been kissed with such an intensity. His hands were fierce, pulling her closer while his plump lips were soft, tender and loving. She knew, then, what being loved felt. And it was a feeling that she wanted to experience every single day of her life. They kissed for a while, until they heard someone approaching the room and pulled apart, as if they had been struck by lightning. That day, Coyote and Valkyrie began their secret relationship. 

They learned which were the best places to hide and kiss like hormonal teenagers during the next months. They knew every corner, the empty offices, the perfect angles to hide behind an F-18. It became easy after a while. But lying to a brother should never be easy, Y/n thought. And she was afraid that the longer they kept it hidden, the harder would be for Jake to forgive them. 

Now, the Dagger squad is deployed to the Pacific Ocean in an important operation. Being on the carrier offers a big amount of places to hide, and several different opportunities to be away from Jake’s sight. “We should tell him, Javy.” says Y/n, laying down on Coyote’s bunk bed while her brother, who shared a room with her boyfriend, was away on a meeting with Rooster. 

He is laying on her, his head pressed against her stomach so she can pet his head. He’s obsessed with her hands, how they are strong to control an aircraft yet soft enough to give him comfort. It’s a complete mystery for him. 

“We’ll do it, baby.” he turns his head, pressing kisses over her clothed stomach, a tiny smile appearing on her lips. “Let’s just wait until we finish this deployment, okay?” 

Valkyrie nods, grabbing Javy by the collar of his shirt and making him move closer to her lips. She just wants an innocent kiss. But no kiss remains innocent with Javy. His hand moves from her hip to the curve of her ass, kneading it through her uniform pants. She gasps at the sudden action, and he slides his tongue inside her mouth. 

“What the fuck is goin’ on here” says Jake from the doorway, shock and anger in his voice. 

Y/n pushes Coyote away from her with such force that he falls from the bed. Luckily, they were on the lower one, so he doesn't get hurt. He just hopes that Jake doesn’t hurt him after this. 

“Jake, let me explain…” Javy begins, but Jake is not having it. 

“Y/n, you’re my sister. I’m hurt because he’s my best friend and he hasn’t told me anything either but I can understand it, somehow, wanting to keep the new girl a secret from the rest. I get it, we’ve all done that before. But you? We tell each other everything!” Jake’s words hurt you more than anything. He’s right, you tell each other even the most tiny details of your life. And you have left it out from the most important one. 

“I know, Jake. I-I’m sorry but he’s your best friend and I wanted to know what was going on between us before telling you anything.” 

“Tell me, then” says her brother. 

“Tell you what?” 

“What is going on” 

Her eyes look everywhere but her brother’s face. She doesn’t know if she should tell Jake this without telling Javy first… but here goes nothing. “We’ve been dating for a few months. Two, almost three.” 

Jake ignores Javy’s presence, the only explanation he wants to hear right now is from his little sister. “Is he treating you right?” 

She lets out a dry laugh. “Of course, Jake. You know him. He’s a good man” 

He sighs deeply, shaking his head. “And are you serious about it or is it just-”

“I’m serious, Jake,” Coyote states, interrupting his friend mid-sentence. “I’m not messing around with her” 

Jake turns and looks at him for a moment, before talking to his sister again. “How serious?” 

“I love him” she confesses, her cheeks growing hot under Javy’s stare. She hadn’t told him about it yet. 

“...damn, it’s serious” Jake looks at Javy and then, as if nothing had happened, the blonde pilot hugged Javy. “Welcome to the family, Machado” 

Javy and Y/n let out a breath at the same time, knowing that Jake is not mad anymore. “Thanks, Jake” 

“My mom is gonna love you. Anyway, I’ll leave you two lovebirds but let me take something first” says Jake, while moving around trying to find Coyote’s bag. “Here it is” 

“What are you doing?” asks the owner of the bag, who has joined Valkyrie’s side and is now holding her hand and whispers softly for only her to hear. “I love you too” 

Jake opens the khaki sack and takes out a blue box that was hidden inside Javy’s toiletry bag. “I’m making sure that you don’t have sex with my sister when I’m on the same carrier than you” 

Valkyrie rans from the dorm faster than an F-18, leaving the two men alone. She never had to talk about sex with her brother and is not going to begin now.

“I’m trusting you my sister. Do something to her, and I don’t care if you're my best friend. I’ll kill you anyway” Jake warns. 

“I’m gonna marry her, Jake. It’s too soon now. But I will. I’m not letting her go” this confession makes Y/n’s brother smile warmly. 

“I always knew you would end up with her” says Jake, patting his future brother-in-law on the shoulder. 

“Then why did you put on that show?” 

“Because it was my job as an older brother! C’mon, help me find Rooster. He owes me fifty bucks” 

Javy is now very confused. “Why?” 

“Because we had a bet going around. And I won” 

Javy stops walking, turning to face his friend. “What? Did you bet on us?” 

“My bet was that you had been dating since the Uranium mission. And I was right” 

“I can’t believe this” Coyote laughs, totally shocked by the news. 

“Wait until you find about the other one” says Jake, walking about with a smug smile. 

“WHICH OTHER ONE?” Javy yells, scaring a few people that come out from their rooms to look at him. He apologizes quickly and leaves the area. This isn’t exactly how he thought Jake was going to deal with the whole thing, but at least he hasn’t have to hide anymore from his best friend. 

#top gun #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #javy coyote machado #javy machado #javy machado x you #javy machado x reader #javy machado fluff #javy machado fanfiction #top gun maverick

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON MMPR: THE RETURN: Twenty years ago the Rangers went through some SHIT that broke up the team and left Kimberly a depressed hot mom. (Oops, spoilers.) So when Trini's niece Selena shows up at her doorstep demanding to become the next Power Ranger, it's the perfect opportunity for her to do some traumadumping.

it's MMPR: The Return #2!

= that's not cranberry and squid juice

= The intentional misdirection of Rita going to get *someone*, and then having her yell for Squatt, is honestly genius

= First of all I love how this book skews darker and more mature but still has elements of classic PR camp like this big villain-ending bomb being called a "Benevolator"

= Second of all I'm glad this book is furthering the implication from the show that Kim does understand Billy's talk perfectly well, it's just that she thinks it's annoying

= [It's Always Sunny jingle] Rita still gets killed

= So according to Matt Hotson in an interview they weren't sure how they were going to get away with this until Nico Leon suggested making the arrow an energy beam, because clear onscreen stabbing is okay as long as there's no blood. All that matters is KIMBERLY GETS TO MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!

= THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT THE CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB

= and yes they both knew that Kim was pregnant rather than my prediction that she didn't find out until afterwards, which, surprisingly, makes me want to chew glass even more

= Tomberly hug, Tomberly i love you, Tomberly forehead touch, and Tomberly kiss all in rapid succession on the same page but GOD at what cost

= maybe it's because my emotions are running high throughout this whole issue but why did that little "what...?" make me so emotional kjkjkf i guess imagining Zedd of all people saying something with that kind of vulnerable tone, and it being possibly his last word alive, got to me

= BOOM really said "hey, it's been long enough since the last time Kim had to watch Tommy die in front of her, hasn't it"

= the way the issue keeps pushing the fact that they don't know what the Benevolator would do and they don't know what happened exactly is fueling my delusion of Tommy coming back somehow. idk I refuse to let my White Husband/Pink Wife/Green Daughter concept go!!!!!!!!!!!

= Funnily enough, even though the twist calls into question if Sylvia even has a daughter, this is still more thought given to Trini's opinion on her powers being passed on than Once and Always had lol

= Thrax if he served cunt

= so I'm still going to call her Selena because the moon reference is too good and it's really not THAT weird for her to have a normal-ish name considering her mom's name was literally RITA. we just have to give her a cool alliterative surname. Selena Scandola? Selena Sinistra? idk

= [SITCOM CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

= so is it too soon to advocate for Tomberly Daughter/RitaZedd Daughter toxic yuri

#mmpr #mmpr comic #text #mmpr comic spoilers #comic recap #TR 02

[thesunfyre4446]

I tend to be more of a fandom spectator, since I am team neutral and I like to look at everything from an external perspective and analyze the motives of each team, but in recent times I have been observing a lot of hypocrisy from team black, who deny that we ,the neutrals, exist, yes, they can be that arrogant. But without a doubt what catches my attention the most is that they believe they are feminist activists when at the first opportunity they disregard Helaena's pain because unlike Rhaenyra she "only" lost one child (apparently it is a small matter). They call her a useless depressed woman who abandoned the rest of her children, and honestly I find it a disgusting way to address a woman who is going through something like that, they ask for respect for Rhaenyra in her pain (with which I agree) but they don't extend the same courtesy to Helaena, each person faces things in a way that Rhaenyra didn't let herself sink should not serve to belittle the pain that leads a person to commit suicide.

The girl literally saw how her son's head was cut off, her being depressed is not strange at all. They also think that they are the defenders of house Targaryen, calling Alicent's children mudbloods when their candidates for the throne are illegitimate boys that have no real right given the social context of the time and who would still reign with the surname Velaryon (because in the book they would not change the surname to Targaryen upon ascending, this is an invention by Condal that makes no sense, at that time there were no such levels of feminism, and also the importance of political alliances lies in this type of things, Corlys was also lying about the boys paternity just to put his name on the throne an his blood through Baela). They criticize the bond between Sunfyre and Aegon when they have Rhaenyra in the opposite position, we do not see a real connection with her dragon, she was the youngest rider but it was of no use and Syrax's death was not a big problem for her.

And I say that I am neutral because I am happy that Aegon III was king, but they say that they are so they can say oops the blacks won, but the truth is that they hate this boy and also his brother Viserys and they criticize them constantly, from what I have seen they use them only to serve their half-brothers and feel guilty for them. They try to impose the idea of the united family when that is far from true, the same Corlys they sell as grandfather of the year as soon as he was able to legitimize Addam and Alyn as Velaryons discarded Joffrey as heir and at that time Jacaerys was still alive, because they love to think that Corlys did this because since Joffrey would now inherit the throne he could not also rule driftmark, because of course if this child was actually his grandson and he saw him as such Corlys would renounce the power that this position brings to his house ( Apparently this man was stupid and I didn't know), I suppose it's normal to prefer the bastards you've had with a girl from Hull than the boy your son had with a princess. In the end what they wanted is for the Strong boys to reign over all the legitimate heirs that already existed, they have not achieved that.

And the thing about usurping and breaking the law too, because in my humble opinion, Rhaenyra was Visery's legitimate heir, but her first children should not be heirs, they immediately call you bastardphobic, obviously I don't care about anyone's origin, nor do I think that that makes you less worthy, but it is a fact that in the universe of Westeros it is illegal to pass bastards as legitimate children (which is not in itself an insult but an adjective to designate people born to people who are not married).

Then it can be stated that the claim of these boys was a usurpation of all the boys and girls of the family who were legitimate and bore the Targaryen surname, including all of Daemon's and Alicent's children. But this is not interesting to talk about. It is better to sell that it was essential that they exist because there were no more heirs available for either House Targaryen or House Velaryon when both things are not true, it is simply a question of power and the path to obtaining power is not always fair and that is seen on both teams.

thank you so much for this lovely ask! sorry for taking forever to answer.

i really don't know why team black hate people who say that are natural. i've said it before and i'll say it again - being natural is the best way to watch this show.

the double standards with helaena and rhaenyra is my villain origin story. i hate hate hate the way team black talks about helaena. and i'm sorry, the psychological torture helaena suffered in B&C, in additional to her son's death - is, thankfully, not something rhaenyra ever had to endure.

yeah i don't get TB using the fact that the targtowers are only half targs & at the same time saying that blood doesn't matter wrt the strongs.

and the aegon and sunfyre antis? please. sunfyre was able to sense aegon and return to him. they have one of the strongest dragonrider \ dragon bonds ever. and for those who say that aegon wanted to replace him??? he tried to hatch a dragon because rhaena had morning. he knew that if the blacks have a dragon and the greens don't then it's over and him & his entire family will be killed. so what was he supposed to do? let everything he and his family and loved ones (including sunfyre) suffered and died for be for nothing? of course not.

and rhaenyra and syrax? i mean we really don't know much about their bond. syrax didn't fight at all during the war, killed her riders son and died. syrax sucks lol (never beating the secret TG agent allegations).

the idea that the blacks are this big happy family is hilarious. corlys and rhaenys literally believe that daemon and rhaenyra killed their son. corlys supports rhaenyra to get his "blood" (name) on the throne. rhaenyra is loyal to herself and her children. corlys has his own interests. rhaenys is there for her granddaughters, and daemon's also doing his own thing. there's so much distrust and hate between the TB "family".

#hotd #house of the dragon #asks #anti team black stans #helaena targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #aegon and sunfyre best bros

[meowunmeow]

Undead Unluck Characters and Their Puns

This is gonna be a very long post so please bear with me, guys. I love languages and this is my domain so.

I will only add the appropriate information for the puns depending on how simple or complex it is.

List will be based on their negation ability reveals (or introductions, I'm inconsistent) up until the latest chapter so anime-onlys be warned!

Fūko Izumo (出雲風子, Izu-mo Fuu-ko)

Unluck (不運, fu-un)

Her pun is rather simple. The kanji 雲, meaning cloud, can be read as "un", while 風, meaning wind, is straightforward in the fact that it sounds similar to "fu" as in 不.

Simply put, her name can be read as "Fu-Un" just like her ability!

There's also the bonus cloud + wind combo.

Andy (アンディ, Andi)

Undead (アンデッド, andeddo)

This one is already explained by Fūko lol.

Void Volks (ボイド・ボルクス, Boido Borukusu)

Unavoidable

Avoid.

Gina Chamber (ジーナ • チェンバー, Jiina Chenbaa)

Unchange (アンチェンジ, anchenji)

Hers is actually a really fun one. It got my head scratching until I read the manga in Japanese lol.

Simply reverse it into "Chamber Gina" then cut out the first syllable of each name. "Chen" and "Ji", which becomes "Chenji" as in "Change"!

Rip Tristan (リップ • トリスタン, Rippu Torisutan)

Unrepair

Rip as in the "rip-air" in "repair".

Top Bull Sparx (トップ • ブル • スパークス, Toppu Buru Supaakusu)

Unstoppable

Stop.

Tatiana (タチアナ, Tachiana)

Untouchable (アンタッチャブル, antacchaburu)

"Tachi" in "Tachiana" is a pun for "Tacchi" as in "Touch"!

Chikara Shigeno (重野力, Shige-no Chikara)

Unmove (不動, fudou )

His is also very fun, I only noticed it during the undercover high school arc where his name was written in Ryo's notebook and Nico held it up.

The kanji for move is 動 which consists of the kanji 重 from his surname and 力 from his first name.

This one is really smart, actually.

Akira Kuno (久能 明, ku-nou akira) / Un Anno (安野雲, an-no un)

Unknown (不明, fumei )

His first name of "Akira"'s kanji (明) can be read as "mei" as in "fumei".

Un Anno has already been explained within the story, it just sounds like "unknown".

Sean Datz (ション • ダッツ, shon dattsu)

Unseen

Sean looks like "seen", that's the whole pun. But the "depre-sean" and "damna-sean" jokes really get me lol.

Lucy (ルーシー, ruushii)

Unhealthy (アンヘルシー, anherushii)

Still debatable if it was a joke or she's an actual negator. But considering how she can astral project and see other's astral projection, and Nico (when his ability hasn't manifested) couldn't, it's more likely she is one.

"Ruushii" from "anherushii".

Nico Vorgeil (ニコ • フォーゲイル, niko fougeiru)

Unforgettable

Vorgeil sounds like Forget.

I honestly thought he was named Nico as in "Nicotine" because he smoked a lot. Turns out he was named after Nikola Tesla. Oops.

Ichico Nemuri (イチコ • ネムリ)

Unsleep

I love hers so much. Her name is written entirely in katakana instead of kanji, which means it can be read in multiple ways.

The "Ichi" in "Ichico" can be read as "one" as a counterpart to the "Ni" in "Nico" which can mean "two". Add them together, and you can get "three", which can be "Mi-tsu" and the "Mi" as in "Mico"!

Nemuri on its own can be read as "眠り", which means "to sleep" but it can also be read as a combination of "nemu" (sleeping) and "muri" (impossible/unreasonable) which means "unable to sleep".

Backs/Bunny (バックス, bakkusu)

Unback

We don't really have much info but it's obvious the "backs" is from "back".

Phil Hawkins (フィル • ホーキンス, firu houkinsu)

Unfeel (アンフィール, anfiiru )

Phil. Feel. Mind blown.

Tella (テラー, teraa )

Untell

Tella.

Characters I haven't figured out the pun yet or unsure about:

• Shen Xiang (シェン • シアン, shen shian) - Untruth

I'd say it's because it sounds similar but not really to "shin" as in 真 meaning truth?

• Mui (ムイ) - Untruth

It could be "mu" as in "none"? Because she's not a negator or... Something else.

• Juiz d'Arc (ジュイズ • ダルク, juizu daruku) - Unjustice (アンジャスティス, anjasutizu)

I guess it's because of anjasutizu?? Not sure.

• Creed Deckard (クリード • デッカード, kuriido dekkaado) - Undecrease (デクリーズ, dekuriizu)

My best bet is "de" from his surname and "kurii" from his first name, but then that makes it "dekurii" instead. So idk.

• Sadako Kurusu (来栖 貞子, Kuru-su Sada-ko) / Kururu (クルル) - Unchaste

I really don't know. Except maybe the "kuru" in her name means "arrive" as in her targets rushing onto her?

• Yusai (友才) - Undraw

Exposing myself as a fake fan because I have no idea.

• Isshin (一心) / Haruka Yamaoka (山岡 春歌, yama-oka haru-ka)

I might be stupid.

• Billy Alfred (ビリー • アルフレッド, birii arufureddo) - Unfair/Unbelievable

The only possibility I could think of is because readers were told that his ability was "unbelievable". I can't really find a connection between his name and "unfair". Unless it's the fact that his name doesn't have a pun, hence breaking the status quo of having name puns, that makes it unfair. But maybe I'm just reaching.

• Feng Kowloon (ファン • クローン, fan kuroon) - Unfade

I keep on accidentally reading his name as "fan clone" and I can't figure out a pun (if that was even one) other than that...

• Latla Mirah (ラトラ • ミラー, ratora miraa) - Untrust (アントラスト, antorasuto)

It could be the "tora" in "ratora" as in "torasuto". But I'm not really sure.

• Enjin (円陣, en-jin) Unburn

Enjin sounds like "engine", yeah, but I can't really see the pun.

• Victor (ヴィクター, vikutaa) - Undead

I'm not even sure if there is a pun here other than "victor" as in "victory" as in "winner".

Bonus:

The logo for "Under" is literally just the 不 kanji flipped upside down.

Idc about Ruin.

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If any of y'all know any new info, feel free to add on in the tags!

#undead unluck #long post #not sure what else to tag #i am NOT tagging each and every character #maybe #fuuko izumo #for good measure #and #andy undead unluck #ah fuck it we ball #void volks #gina chamber #rip tristan #top bull sparx #tatiana #chikara shigeno #akira kuno #anno un #sean datz #undead unluck lucy #nico vorgeil #ichico nemuri #undead unluck backs #undead unluck phil #undead unluck tella #shen xiang #undead unluck mui #juiz d'arc #i ran outta tags oops #meow posts

[unrivalling]

"Just When Was Grell Sutcliff Alive?" Part 1: Establishing a Timeline

So as many of you know, I recently got into Black Butler (I know, about 17 years too late), and I'm almost caught up. However, I want to talk about how I'm still thinking about Vol 29 and some of the lore dropping Othello does at the beginning there.

Namely I'm fixated on possibly having a timeline for Grell's human life and death.

This wasn't intended to be a proper meta. It's been too long since I've written one, and there's probably important stuff I'm forgetting or don't know. But I wanted to write all of this down to get it out on the page, for posterity. Then it accidentally became a meta. Oops. Mild BB spoilers up to Vol 29, and heads up for some discussion of historical homophobia, transphobia, and state violence at the end. As well as a canon-typical suicide mention. I use she/her pronouns for Grell, but broadly interpret her as queer and transfeminine given the complexity of talking about identity in the time periods I'll be referencing (I use "queer" as a reclaimed, academic, blanket term). I'm also largely taking a Watsonian approach (Grell's experiences from her perspective), although a Doylist approach to Grell (as in relating to the author's intent and cultural context rather than the character's) is also really interesting one, but feels like more well trodden territory. With that out of the way, let's begin.

The info we have So. Something really interesting happened in Vol 29. We got a lot of great Undertaker backstory, but Othello said something relating to Grell that made me eyes emoji.

"Weren't you around 70 years ago?"

So, she never replies to this. But it seems highly plausible this means Grell was not a reaper 70 years before the current date in the manga. We don't quite know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper, but I'm taking this to mean she had not died yet, as I assume she would have remembered an event like the one Othello describes. I believe this is the implication. Now, I am making some assumptions:

- To clarify, I know this is all guesswork. I'm just having fun with different possibilities. - Like I said, we don't know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper (as in, the new state of being, not the job), and we don't know how long it takes to go from trainee to collections to senior. - That Grell was around 25 when she died. It's hard to tell anime character ages from 20-40 at a glance, but her design seems similar to me to characters that are in their 20s in other series. She could be older or younger, but I'm using that in lieu of a better option. It's not precise, but it'll get us in the ballpark anyway - Black Butler has a lot of anachronisms. However, Toboso is known to research things heavily and her changes are typically very purposeful (the purpose is usually "Rule of cool" and that's why we stan). I'm assuming historical events happening in BB to mirror the real world except where indicated otherwise. - I'm also assuming she's English. The names Grell and Grelle are both German in origin, but there are a lot of Germanic names in English and Sutcliff as a surname originated in Yorkshire. This is only based on a quick Google search--I could do more later, but this seems in line with Grell not being presented as "foreign" to England in any way in the series making her stand out in the same way her flamboyance or flirtation with men does. Establishing a range

The series takes place in 1888 and 1889. 70 years ago would put Undertaker's defection at 1818. If what Othello says is true, this means Grell became a reaper sometime after that date.

Let's establish the outlier possibilities first (again, assuming a pretty rapid transition from human death to becoming a reaper).

The earliest possible date Grell could have become a reaper: sometime in the following year, around 1819. This would put her birth at around 1794, and her death that year in 1819. This feels unlikely because it seems like she would have been exposed to people talking about Undertaker defecting since it was such a catastrophe, but who knows.

The latest possible date Grell could have become a reaper is 1887, which would place her birth at around 1862. This is massively improbable to the point of being impossible since she's a senior in collections and I assume that didn't happen in a year, but again, it's important for establishing a range. Basically, tldr, according to this framework, Grell became a reaper sometime between 1819 and 1887, which puts her human life (and death) in that timeframe as well. This would place her in the Georgian-Victorian eras, or possibly even the 8 year Regency period.

Will the Reaper OVA I've only talked about the manga so far since the 1st anime canon is wildly divergent in a number of ways, but if we include the Will the Reaper OVA, this would push things towards the earlier end of that timeline. I don't know much about the history of fashion (especially not middle and lower class dress), but it seems distinctly late 1700s/maybe early 1800s to me. Which if I'm reading right, would actually push Grell becoming a reaper back as far as the 1790s or 1810s, and would dispute the 1819 date implied by Vol 29. IF ANYONE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THE FASHION REFERENCES HERE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME. I WANT TO KNOW.

(Baby....Grell...furious and stark raving mad recently dead stray cat making it everyone's problem. I'm fine) This is subverted a little bit by the reaper outfits appearing more like Victorian businesswear, but Reapers always seem to be a few decades ahead of the world in terms of fashion and technology. My personal assessment is that the fashion in this is to make it immediately, visually clear that the OVA takes place in the Georgian rather than Victorian period, however that forces me to break my largely Watsonian approach for a Doylist one ("the animators perhaps decided it was necessary to show that time had passed since the events of the OVA"), but considering it came out so long before the lore drop in Vol 29, who knows.

I'm not inclined to take it as gospel truth for the manga canon, but considering Toboso did collaborate on that one, I think it at least worth talking about and considering as supplemental information.

I personally take this to support (but not solely uphold) the idea that "Grell became a reaper sometime during the Georgian period (1713-1837)", but again, grain of salt.

What would it mean for Grell to be a queer person in England in the 1700s and 1800s?

As far as I'm aware, we don't know anything about what Grell's life might have been like before becoming a reaper. Unless I'm missing something, that's a black box until Toboso reveals more.

But establishing this timeline gives us a great opportunity to consider the circumstances she would have lived under.

Understand that I'm not speaking in absolutes here, more "here are some interesting things I like to think about when considering why this character might be the way she is". I'm also not saying Toboso intended any of this to be read into Grell, but as readers I believe it's reasonable to assume Grell may have encountered these events or they might have impacted her unless stated otherwise. A brief list of things Grell would have been living under or around or could have been aware of. I want to do a part 2 talking about how these things might relate to someone like Grell, as well as talking about other major historical events not directly related to queer people (like, you know, the Napoleonic Wars), but this post is already feeling long enough: - The Buggery Act and the Offenses Against the Person Act, which made a variety of sexual acts punishable by death, including acts like anal sex. These laws were used to persecute people, usually queer men (although people who would today be called trans women and nonbinary people were also certainly prosecuted as well*), particularly in the 1700s and 1800s. I believe as of 1862 it was no longer punishable by death, but people still lived in fear of prison and hard labor (Oscar Wilde going to prison in 1895 being a famous later example). Here's an article about the men killed under the Buggery Act. *Trans men were not exempt from this, even if the specific legal and social threat was likely different. If memory serves, Dr. James Barry was jeopardized by rumors that he may have been Too Close to one of his cis male friends. - Molly houses. Generally considered places in the 1700s and 1800s where queer men gathered to socialize and find sexual partners. There was a lot of gender divergence in these spaces, and it's widely believed they were frequented by people who, again, today, could have a variety of gender identities. This article about molly houses and gender is really interesting. This article specifically talks about one in Whitechapel. - The Chevalier d'Eon. This one is just really interesting. While the Chevalier d'Eon was likely one of the first examples of legally recognized gender transition, this person was very famous and wealthy and the circumstances are buckwild. This video is highly watchable and informative. Grell

As a queer person and someone who likes history (I don't have any specific training, I just like learning about it), I already think a lot about what it must have been like to live during this specific time period, and Grell slots into that pretty well as a character to fixate on, since she dovetails with the other existing hyperfixation. By extension, I like using this information to think about what Grell's human life might have been like, and how those experiences could be aligned to explain a lot of her behavior, and seems especially poignant to me in light of all reapers having been people who committed suicide, another recent lore reveal in the manga. Maybe she lived closeted and lived in fear of discovery. Maybe she wasn't afraid! Maybe she was impulsive and endangered herself and others! Maybe she got blackmailed. What if she experienced her first taste of femininity at a molly house? Does she only go after men who reject her because she lived during a time where her affections being returned was intensely dangerous? Did she care about anyone? Is anyone she knew still alive? Thank you so much to everyone who read to the end! If I'm able to rally, I do want there to be a part 2 to this going more into detail about how it makes sense to me that these homophobic and transphobic societal pressures could have created a character like Grell.

#grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #black butler meta #black butler spoilers #black butler

[necroangelz]

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i love hearung people infodump about stuff wven its stufg idk pleasr peladeplelfeldmf dies

( the angel apologizes for the late response to uur ask . it's been more than a week .oops . it's okay though because this infodump is HELLA LONG. /SRS )

i adore ppl who listen to infodumps > < /p gen

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infodump about an oc

so, then, let me tell uu about the story of the half demon and the human she loved. (aka my demon Slayer ocs doomed Yuri )

this infodump is gonna require some prior knowledge to demon Slayer tbh > < I'm too lazy to explain details that are specific to the demon Slayer series Soz ... also my autocorrect might randomly capitalize Slayer so just ignore that

so let's introduce the characters !!

KAGUYA UBUYASHIKI

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kaguya's name above links her playlist that i made a few yrs ago !! the playlist is quite old and i don't add new songs to it as much but i quite love it a lot > < i think the songs suit her well so there's no reason to change anything

at the start of the canon series (like lets say kaguya is in the story because thats how i wrote it lmao) Kaguya is 25 years old. as her surname "ubuyashiki" implies, she's an adopted member of the ubuyashiki clan. her mother was a pillar (a pillar of what, I'm not sure yet ahaha...) who disappeared before kaguyas birth, and left the infant Kaguya at the doorstep of the ubuyashikis. they decided to take her in and raise her alongside kagaya ubuyashiki, the head of the demon Slayer corps at the start of the series. Kaguya is 2 years older than kagaya. she is also his only surviving sibling as the rest of their siblings committed suicide years ago (canon fact i read just now lol)

she doesn't know much about her mother, and only knows her mother through the stories that others tell about her. unfortunately, due to their line of work, those who knew her mother end up dying until she's the only one carrying her mother's memory. there rumors though that her mother had an affair with a demon right before giving birth to kaguya

Kaguya hopes to find her father one day. how she will do it, what would she do (ask him why it had to be her mother, ask him about her mother, kill him, form a relationship with him, etc.); she doesn't know.

fun fact about her father: originally she was going to be the daughter of muzan kibutsuji. because this was a common trope i did before, i made ocs who were the daughters of villains. i didn't really regard the villains as parental figures because i was in love with them, but i suppose i enjoyed the family dynamic this trope would have. it was interesting to imagine the villain parent as being softer and kinder to their daughter (if they were on the same side [kaguya would not have been on the same side as muzan, obviously]), their daughter being spoiled, treated like royalty, and inheriting the same villainous traits from their parent(s)... i actually did have another oc who was muzan's daughter, although she didn't exist in the same "universe" as kaguya lolz

... looking back at my childhood and family history i can see why i was so in love with this trope

anyways. Kaguya harbors a secret that she doesn't hide well, so most people are aware of it, but out of respect no one accuses her of anything. Kaguya might just be a half demon half human (okay well take out the word "might" because she IS). she exhibits great inhuman strength and speed, she can heal quickly from any injury (it's not as fast as the regular demons' regeneration, but she can survive injuries that humans would usually die from. she recovers quickly from injuries and never gets sick. healers love her. literally. i used to ship her with shinobu.) she's also allergic to sunlight and wisteria. she gets severe rashes when she stands under the sun for too long and her body temperature rises quickly when she's outside. hence, she wears a wide brimmed hat to protect from the sun. i also think she would wear her universe's version of sunscreen. she also feels nauseous around wisteria. heaven knows what would happen if she ingested it.

she's sort of a prodigy when it comes to being a warrior/fighter. she began having rigorous training to fight demons since she was 8 and since then she has become a high profile demon Slayer. (that age might change... it used to be 6 but i thought 6 was too overkill lol. that's really young isn't it. she should be at the playground /ref)

I'm a bit undecided about what her breath style should be. it used to be breath of the Phoenix (based on the song the Phoenix by fall out boy) and i have a design of Kaguya with red robes which would fit that breath style more, but I've grown used to purple robes Kaguya! i know i could have Kaguya use breath of the Phoenix while wearing purple robes, but robes are often symbolic of a slayer's breath style, and purple robes just don't really give Phoenix vibes.

Kaguya with red robes ! i use this design in an AU of kaguya's story. i won't go into the AU in this post but all one needs to know is: it's based on moon knight. because i just so happened to have a moon knight phase around the same time i was really obsessed with kaguya's story

another breath style Kaguya could use though is wisteria breathing. i just thought of this recently so it's a wip idea, but it could be interesting bc wisteria breathing is strong against demons but it will also hurt her. wisteria and all that. it feels symbolic of her as a character as well.. somehow

anyways, Kaguya is aloof, keeps her distance from others, acts invulnerable and cold, although she has moments of warmth and can still show kindness to others. she prefers that others do not get to know her on a personal level and keeps everything professional. her brother and her 1 or 2 friends encourage her to loosen up and they've tried everything to get her to socialize with others.

she's desensitized to her pain and others'. the corps often gives her the hardest jobs simply because she's one of their best fighters, so she's used to long battles (and winning). she's not cocky when it comes to fighting, but she certainly knows that she will eventually win. she rarely shows fear. she knows that a scared warrior is not what people need.

obviously she has a dash of trauma added to her character.

i realized Kaguya is extremely similar to mizu from blue eye samurai. i didnt intend fur that—kaguya was made AGES before BES was released, but i think that's really cool lol

RISA AKAGI

kaguyas childhood friend who died at 25. she was a demon Slayer of a high rank, just like her dear friend. came from a rich family with parents that loved her; sadly they never understood her deep down. they didn't understand her dreams to pursue creative arts like writing and music. instead they wanted her to marry so they can become more wealthy.

her parents did arrange a marriage for her, but they lost their wealth anyway. and soon enough, risa lost her husband and her family.

risa was used to dealing with expectations. her peers often viewed her as a perfect unattainable standard. someone to watch and be jealous of. someone to compare themselves to.

she was a practical person who kept calm often. a lot of people liked her and thought she was easy to get along with. she always knew what to do, how to behave, to get people to like her and do what she wanted them to do. many people in her circle liked to act as if they know her well/personally/deeply but she's a guarded person who knows how to keep people away, just like kaguya. the difference between them is that risa can fool people into believing they're closer than they actually are

i actually never thought of what risa's breath style would be. kaguya was her main mentor when she was in training so maybe she developed a breath style based on kaguyas? like early on she was using a common breath style but ended up developing one similar to kaguyas. I'll think about it further though.

that's all i can say about risa.

so what's their story anyway?

their first meeting was when they were children (eight and eleven, risa is 3 yrs older). it was a short meeting, almost unremarkable, although they kept thinking of their meeting bcz they wanted to meet each other again very badly. their wishes were granted and they meet again as teenagers (14, 17). this time theyre able to form a friendship and oh, how close they become. it's like a once in a lifetime bond. and speaking of lifetimes they feel like they know each other from a past life.

^ note I'm not tryna be weird about this, they didn't develop feelings for each other until they were both adults/chronologically 20-somethings. Kaguya physically matures faster due to being half demon so physically she looks about risa's age if not older. she doesn't act like a regular young person either due to her life experiences. i made their ages like this to emphasize how she is stronger in terms of physical power despite being younger.

they are inseparable... except for complications in their life that do separate them. one, as they grow up, risa's marriage to an older man is arranged. as a result she doesn't have as much freedom to do what wanted (ie, hang out with Kaguya) like before. they find their ways though, don't worry. a bit after their marriage, risa's family loses their wealth somehow and they're forced to move to a small very rural town

two, Kaguya obviously has to hide her true life from risa. keeping such a huge secret causes fights and other troubles between them but what else is she to do? she just can't tell a regular civilian about the demon Slayer corps and demons at all . she wants to keep risa safe too so she has to tell her Absolutely Nothing

all of that becomes for nothing though when a demon attacks risa's family, killing her parents (and siblings that live with them, if i decide to give her siblings. i should give her siblings), her husband, and her husband's family too probably. but basically a lot of people are dead. Kaguya arrives and kills the demon, but at that point only risa was the survivor. Kaguya tells her about demons and demon slayers, and risa chooses to enlist in the corps.

when risa enlists, she's 20 and chronologically Kaguya is 17. of course she hasn't really properly ENLISTED yet because she has to go through the final selection ! ( i kinda find it funny that they call it the "final selection" when there's no other selection process for demon slayers other than this, but it's also kind of a final thing in the way that many people Die from it ) so risa moves to kaguya's estate and trains for three years before entering the final selection. obviously she survives and passes with flying colors because she was trained only by the best (kaguya <3). she became friends with the people she saved/helped in the final selection too

so now at 23, risa is a demon slayer! things go quite well in her career. she goes on pair missions with kaguya at first so that risa's safety is ensured and she doesn't have a hard time. risa is worried she actually isn't that good of a demon slayer and at some point she hates relying on kaguya during pair missions, thinking that her success is only because of kaguya and not because she has any skill at all.

aside from that risa also tries to deal with the trauma of losing her family and the mental and physical strain that comes with training and fighting demons. she's terrified that she too will lose her life one day but when she fights alongside kaguya she feels safe, and when she goes home to kaguya after a successful solo mission, she's determined to do her best fighting demons for the rest of her life so that she's happy when she dies

but then she thinks, does she really want to do this for the rest of her life?

kaguya thinks of the same thing too, because before this she was fine being a simple weapon for the corps. a weapon with no friends, no connection to this world, and no real passion in life. she's so strong, obviously she's meant to be a demon slayer, right? but being with risa causes her to rethink everything and what she truly wants

the two of them discuss if they want to retire when they're a bit older. get a nice house in the countryside and live together, raise livestock, and live a calm life where they never think about their missions and they never have to raise a sword against a demon again

,,, well

one day, risa goes on a solo mission and doesn't come back. kaguya knows where she went so she searches the whole place for her, and searches even farther, but none. she tells corps workers stationed in nearby locations to keep an eye out for risa, she searches every week for her, but she doesn't see her nor hear from her for months. she doesn't even find a dead body

what she does find, a few months later, is risa turned into a demon. she would find out later too that demon!risa had already killed a few humans in their time apart. demon risa has no memory of her life as a human, so her first instinct upon seeing kaguya is to attack her. risa is quite strong as a demon. it hurts kaguya to see risa fight with a variant of the same techniques she used when she was still a human

kaguya wants to save her, she wishes there was an ending to this battle that didn't involve risa's death, but she's relentless in her attack. it was either risa died or kaguya died

so she's slain by kaguya. let me just copy paste this line from my notes:

"as her head gets chopped and falls off, one moment from her human life flashes before her eyes. a blurry memory of her and kaguya sitting in kaguya's estate, drinking tea and enjoying the afternoon sun. the memory constantly changes shape and briefly morphs into other memories that she can't process, and it feels like a scene playing from far away. like a memory that isn't hers. risa doesn't think this is from her memory at all, due to the blurriness and transience of it. she dies facing the sky and a single teardrop falls from her eye."

risa was 25 when she died. kaguya was chronologically 23

as one can guess, this whole ordeal traumatized kaguya even further than she is already traumatized. poor thing. all of this would have taken place 3yrs before the main story (so kaguya would be 25 too when the main story would roll around)

okay, so what really happened to risa on the night she disappeared during the mission anyway? how did she become a demon?

i don't have a LOT of details sorted out, but basically she was wounded and super duper hurt during the fight, the demon she's fighting offers to turn her into a demon (i'm guessing she should've been fighting a demon moon then... oohh what if she thought she was fighting a regular demon but then a demon moon shows up and offers to turn her??) obviously she declines the offer but in the end she gets forcefully turned into a demon. so yeah !

i would also like to note that in this story, the demon slayers are aged up just a little bit. i'm sure it makes sense to someone that a lot of demon slayers are young—because they die before they can grow old— but a part of me was unsatisfied with that! so a lot of the pillars are in their early to mid 20s, with the exception of muichiro who is 17, tengen who is 31 (this bitch is 23 originally wtf??, and gyomei who is 44 (HE IS 27 I THOUGHT HE WAS IN HIS 40S)

thats all i have to share i think. thank GOD its all over now /s if one has somehow made their way to the end and read everything in this ramble, comment uur fav video game or something .

aaaaaand thats the end of kaguya ubuyashiki and risa akagi's wonderful backstory and their happy ending.

#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

Character Introduction: Isaac Da Ville.

Summary: Isaac might be one of the few people with Da Ville blood in his veins that do not wish to become powerful. Instead, he believes the only thing worth seeking is knowledge, and with that the ability to help others. When the chance to learn and discover way more than he thought it was possible appears, Isaac knows he must take it... Even if it means becoming the Heir. Even if it means losing his own family and freedom over it.

Age: 24

Pronouns: he/him.

Magic: mind reading; telepathy.

Character Study:

Isaac had been sleeping less than two hours for three days straight, the fog covered almost everything, including his glasses, and his brain was sleepier than normal.

In other words, his usual filter that avoided his direct thoughts to go to his mouth was completely gone.

"Excuse me, are you a ghost?" He asked, unsure of which answer he preferred. "Maybe not. Maybe she's an angel," he thought, trying to focus his eyes on her.

The stranger laughed, as if Isaac's question had been a joke. Her eyes almost disappeared with her smile.

"Neither a ghost or an angel, I think." So he had said it out loud. Oops. "Are you sure the cold hasn't freeze over your brain?"

She handed Isaac the coffee thermos, and then took of the winter hat she had been wearing: it was hot pink with a big white pompom at the top.

Without waiting for an answer, she put it on his head.

"How does it look?" He asked, not being fully awake, then he gulped down the coffee: he needed to stop saying dumb things.

Sol put her hand to her cheek, acting like she was thinking and turned her face, observing him from different angles.

"I'd say it fits like a glove, but it's a hat, so..." she joked and he snorted on the coffee. "I'm Sol."

"Isaac."

"I haven't seen you around, Isaac," Sol commented, "Do you have evening classes?"

And the spell broke. After he would tell her his surname, Isaac knew that her smile would vanish and she would ask for her winter pink hat and her silver thermos back. That she would step away from him, pretending an excuse to walk on the other direction and that they would never talk again unless he started the conversation.

In moments like these, anyone who could read minds would use their power with no hesitation. Even if he could lie and say that the opinion of other's was not important, the idea of meeting someone outside of his family who would talk to him willingly, filled his insides with a warm feeling.

Or, maybe it was just the coffee.

"No, I..." he doubted. He didn't want to lie, but saying the truth could be equally horrible. "I'm a Da Ville," he blurted out, bracing himself for her reaction.

Sol's smile was gone.

And... there it was.

Isaac lamented internally. With a bit of luck, the library would open soon, and they wouldn't have to talk anymore. With a bit of luck, she would be browsing for something at the other side of where he would be, and they wouldn't even see each other.

And everything that could've been would only take place in his imagination.

"Um... What does that mean?" she asked instead. He frowned slightly, and she rushed to explain herself. "I'm sorry if it's something important and I don't know it! I came here not very long ago and even now I still get lost, and there's only five streets in this town!" she blurted out, nervous.

"You... You don't know the Da Ville's?"

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Is the Blood Thicker? Taglist (ask to be added or removed!!) @enchanted-lightning-aes @rose-bookblood @writing-is-a-martial-art @the-orangeauthor @lockejhaven @moonlitinks

#oc introduction #oc intro #wip:¿tls? #wip:itbt? #is the blood thicker? #oc: isaac da ville

[romijuli]

HELLO I am tossing you a card to talk about an OC (or multiple OCs) of your choice >:D

oh oops i forgot to reply to this. too busy figuring out what oc to do.

ACTUALLY since i've been thinking about them nonstop, i'm gonna talk about my tmm ocs that have existed for like six wholeass years. back when the reboot was just a dream...anyway i love these kids i'm gonna shove razz in a locker.

also tsu i have NO clue if you've watched/read tokyo mew mew so if you haven't this is gonna make like no sense. whoops. (go watch it it's good) (or at least read that one post where i ranted about how funny the love interest is i love him)

OKAY so. fuck what were my notes. basic premise is that this takes place in an au where the original series' villains were like a scouting party that everyone rEFUSED to listen to back home ("uh hey yeah this is a bad idea they kicked our asses and kinda stockholm-syndromed our boss? also they're kinda cool ngl" "fuck you we're invading anyway") and now there are like. a LOT of aliens. and thus a lot of mew teams. it's an ongoing problem with the expected outcomes (which is to say sometimes people die). this is an abbreviated version it's fine who cares.

SO THE CHILDREN. if you're curious they don't have to be all girls it's just kinda how they spawned. presented in approximate join order also not including the characters who aren't on the team when the story is going. extra reblog either later tonight or tomorrow because this is a bit of an unreliable narrator situation?

Melanie Rasley (Mew Raspberry, or Razz for short; grabbed her codename from her surname hehehe) is the team's de facto leader, in that she's been here the longest and the last leader trusted her to be responsible. (Horrible decision, Cocoa.) Pink! Got DNA from the Danube Crested Newt apparently! Fights with a mace! Kinda what you'd expect from a team leader in a magical girl series; bubbly, maybe a bit clumsy, but determined to do what's right and keep her city safe from both the invading aliens and whoever on their team is working against them! ...or so she presents herself, anyway.

Sarah Brighton (Mew Blueberry, or Blue for short! her hair was dyed blue when she joined) is the team's second-in-command, not because she's dating Razz (though she is) but because she's one of the more responsible team members. Got DNA from the Halmahera Blossom Bat, which means she gets sweet bat wings! I gave her a sword for reasons that even past!Chel doesn't remember! But honestly I trust her with that. Usually found keeping the rest of the team in line.

Evelyn Britt (Eve for short, or you can call her Mew Plum. She just liked that idea.) god her notes are so small. Actually the oldest of the group, though her temper would have you believe otherwise. Got DNA from the Wattled Guan, which past!Chel informs me is a bird of some sort. Fights entirely fisticuffs which is honestly the outcome I was hoping for when I went back to read these notes. As stated, she's pretty hot-headed and very stubborn, which are actually pretty solid qualities for a magical girl in these situations to have.

Cecilia Emerson (Mew Cotton Candy, though you should call her CC!) has my FAVORITE design because I picked her designated food on the idea that i could give her afro puffs. Also she has two theme colors because she deserves it. Got DNA from the Black-Footed Cat, which means she gets kitty ears and a tail, but doesn't explain how she fights with a fluffy fan. (Wind magic?) She's the youngest on the team; actually, she's technically younger than any respectable Mew team would normally allow (she's 13 and they prefer Mews to be 16+), but they made an exception for her. Sometimes Razz complains that she's not taking it seriously, since she's usually the one trying to drag the rest of them into Fun Bonding Time, but CC's plenty mature.

Kaylee Merill (Mew Kale! Wonder where she got her name) is the newest member, recruited to fill the gap left by their former leader (a Career Mew who got sent to help rebuild a team elsewhere). Got DNA from the African Wild Dog, so she got dog ears and a tail! (Chel Fact: tiny!Chel's tmm-sona got this one too <3) Kinda nervous due to being the newbie and also just general anxiety, but definitely eager to help out, especially since she's a bio nerd and generally fascinated by the science going on with the Mews. Unfortunately, this does kinda make her suspicious while everyone tries to figure out who's causing problems behind the scenes...

#thank GOD for astra finding these the other day #...that was like two weeks ago #i need a tag for these guys hang on #chel mews #there we go!

[luna-di-fuoco]

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Yukina, Izumi and Rei 👹👹

— @bihanspookies 🫶

eeeeee, the WMS girilies!!! 💓💓💓

YUKINA

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - when i was about 13, my mom bought me an OVA from best buy called "seraphim call." in said OVA was a character whose name was yukina kurimoto (she was the first episode's lead if you're curious)

i don't know WHAT clicked in my brain, but from then on, i named my girl after her. the thing is, when you use an existing character's name verbatim, it might not bode well as it could be considered plagiarism and your OC gets mixed with the official character in art folders (OOPS)

once i was older and realized the error of my ways, i needed something to differentiated the two. so i changed the kanji:

seraphim call's yukina: 雪菜 (the kanji in her name mean "snow" and "vegetable")

my yukina: 雪奈 (the kanji in her name mean "snow" and "endure")

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - yukina loves travelling, especially in the company of her friends and loved ones! from the northern reaches of ukyo ward to the openess beyond, she loves seeing new things and opening herself up to new expieriences

now, i don't think there's anything she hates doing...but i will say that she doesn't like cleaning the house when it's super hot out due to her sensitivity to heat. she has to either break up the chores per day or take breaks, neither of which she's a fan of

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - for the most part! originally, yukina was more of a self-insert and wasn't even a hybrid OC. back then, she was strictly a sailor moon OC and her guardian form was pink and red (like another sailor guardian. i think i'm seeing a pattern in baby luna's choices ghdjkfghfdlj)

but once i started crafting her to be her own character and made the original beats for "white moon saga" in 2009, she got an updated guardian form, casual clothes, etc.

since then, she's pretty much stayed the same!

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - oh gosh, there's a lot about yukina i enjoy. from her being the longest-lasting OC i have to being the building blocks of how to craft characters, this girl has a special place in my heart

BUT, if you wanna look at it from a different perspective, i love that despite her past and everything she's been through, she's remained kind. she could have easily been written to be a more tragic character with outward angst, but to me, the biggest flex a character can have is to be humble and kind after tragedy (even if you still suffer from it at an internal level)

IZUMI

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - during WMS's early days, i wanted to have a character with the surname "harada" because WINK WONK, it was a tekken story lmaooooo. while that might be izumi's origin, her surname got scrapped fairly recently!

in 2022, i finally got the courage to write WMS in full (i only ever wrote small portions back in the day, and i think most of them are lost since the story has gone through multiple revisions)

while working on izumi's profile, i got the intuitive nudge to follow madoka magica's recipe of using two first names for a character (like kyoko sakura for example)

from there, her surname went from "harada" to "himeno"

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - BAKING! izumi was part of the home ec club in high school, so it put her skill set to good use. she also loves going to j-pop / idol shows, catching up on her favorite manga, and hanging out with yukina at their favorite cafe

if there's anything izumi hates, it's taking tests. she's the type of person who procrastinates studying until last minute, which causes her IMMESNSE levels of stress. the only time she put her nose to the books was when during the college application process because her mom was INSISTENT she take it seriously (though in truth, it's because she wanted to attend college in her hometown of fukuoka)

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - yes! of the three main girlies, izumi is the only one to retain her OG design without any sort of adjustment (minor or major)

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - in my eyes, izumi's the kind of person you'd want as your friend! she's bubbly, fun, and cares a lot about your well being. she's also the type to say things as they are, which you need now and again. it might cause some tension, but it's better to have someone be honest than try and be your "yes man"

REI

her questions spoil some things in "white moon saga," so from here on, answers will be under the cut

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - in the early days of WMS, yukina (or selene in this case) had the closest bond to sailor mars during her time in crystal tokyo

when adding rei to the story, i wanted to pay homage to that bond by giving her the same name. i'll admit that i've tried giving her a new name over the years, but no matter what i tried, nothing stuck, so she remains as "rei" to this day! she also has her name written in katakana, same as the guardian of fire

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - rei's a little bit of a mythology buff, so she loves looking into the occultism and mythos of the world to learn about the past. she also loves travelling and exploring new places her mother before her

like yukina, i don't think rei hates doing anything in particular; however, her incarnation during the main story suffers from social anxiety, so for her, a lot of things are scary ghfkjghdlk

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - of all the OCs i have, rei went through the most drastic change. originally, she had dark brown hair with red tips and was styled like misa amane's from death note (this style remains in her child / toddler design, though)

oddly enough, when i first saw juri oba from magia record, i was like, "...EXCUSE ME. that's...that's old rei's hair" gdfhjghdl. nowadays, she rocks a head of blonde hair that's a couple of inches past her shoulders and wisps out of the ends; in the epilogue, her hair is halfway down her back

fashion wise, though, she's stayed being a mix of her mother and father's aesthetics, so that luckily stayed

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - watching rei evolve has been the greatest joy. from her shrinking violet days in the main story to her more confident and assured self in the epilogue, her growth is a reflection of my own; not only as a writer, but as a person

thanks for asking! | send an OC question

#luna's ocs #text #not mahou shoujo #yukina kurimoto #izumi himeno #rei kurimoto

[celestialwife]

my whole world came alive

Marc stumbles into a bar after a mission gone poorly, and accidentally starts a conversation with the bartender, Emilia. And then he keeps coming back.

Word Count: 3,687 words (oops)

Warnings: implied/referenced alcoholism probably, and a lot of alcohol in general since this fic is centered around a pub. Some angst to do with the death of a relative, and references to being worried about pushy and creepy men (which are not present in this fic whatsoever). Happy ending, because I do hurt/comfort. Also Emilia's world debut!

One drink, Marc promises himself as he shoulders into the pub. One drink, and then he'll head back to the flat so they can regroup. 

He ignores the skepticism emanating off Steven in the headspace, as well as Khonshu's sardonic scoff, and makes a beeline towards the counter. 

There's only one bartender out right now, a petite woman with her back turned to Marc, but the second his ass hits the stool, she speaks like she can see him, "what'll you have?”

“Whiskey,” Marc answers automatically. Steven grumbles about the aftertaste they'll have to deal with later, but before Marc can so much as roll his eyes at his alter, the bartender turns around and every thought flies out of his head except -

"Are you even old enough to be here?”

Well, shit. He said that out loud. 

The bartender looks as equally unimpressed with him as Steven is, but the mild glare she gives him is belied by the soft roundness of her cheeks, her big brown eyes. “Do you want your whiskey?” 

Marc's eyebrows inch higher. She's American. “Yeah - shit, sorry.”

Her expression morphs into something less annoyed as she sits a glass down on the counter between them, reaching for a bottle of whiskey behind her. "Believe it or not, I'm well above the age limit for alcohol — not even just in the UK.”

She gives Marc a tiny wink, before focusing on pouring his glass, and he takes the moment to study her more closely: takes note of the faint crinkles at her eyes, the shadows beneath them, the way her smile cuts into her cheek. 

When she glances back up at him, pushing his glass his way, she adds, "I get it a lot, don't worry. My cousin used to accuse me of being a vampire, because I don't age.”

Marc nods, not sure why she's still talking to him when he's already insulted her, and also uncertain of what it is he should say in response. He finally lands on, "You're definitely not.”

"What, someone who ages?” 

Marc's mouth nearly twists into a smile. "A vampire.”

Her eyes light up with interest, and she leans forward on the bar, propping her chin up with her hand. “Yeah? What makes you say so?”

Marc points silently behind her, and she follows his finger to look backwards at the mirrored back wall, where her distorted reflection is clearly visible, and she lets out a startled laugh. "Okay, good point.”

When she turns back to face him, her eyes are crinkled and her smile is warm and painfully adorable. "I'm Emilia, and as you've figured out already, I don't bite.”

"Marc," he replies, after only a moment of hesitation. 

Emilia's smile goes impossibly brighter. “Pleasure to meet you, Marc."

The second time Marc goes to Emilia's pub, he tries convincing himself that it's because he wants a drink, because he's stiff and sore from a recent excursion to the states on Khonshu's demands, and not that he's craving the attention of Emilia McKnight.

(Steven is still giggling about her surname, keeps making jokes about how it's fate, and Marc does his best not to snap at him, because the last thing he wants is for fate to have anything to do with them again, and he definitely doesn't want it to have Emilia in its clutches.)

That first night, he'd stayed longer than his whiskey lasted, enjoying Emilia's rambles as she worked — she always made sure to explain things to him when she realized he wouldn't get what she meant, but never talked down to him either, and even went as far to assure him she didn't mind that he was quiet, that she could talk enough for the both of them, unless he minded.

Marc didn't mind it. He still doesn't, still turns over the memory of that night in his head, treasuring it even though he doesn't think he deserves it. Emilia was kind, shockingly patient, and had bolstered his spirits just with her presence and he sure as hell didn't deserve that or any of her smiles that made something almost unfamiliar flutter in his chest, but Marc finds himself selfishly wanting it anyway.

Which is how he ends up in her pub again, a week later. It feels a little like a backslide on his promise to Steven to ease back on the alcohol, but he decides one shot barely counts, and Steven can't argue with him on it if Marc is begrudgingly doing something he wants. 

It's quiet when he steps inside, only a handful of patrons compared to the bustling crowd that had been here the first time. It's so dead that he spies Emilia at her station, one hand tucked under her chin as she reads — a book. She brought a book to a bar. 

Pushing away thoughts of how well she'd probably get along with Steven, Marc approaches the bar, gently raps on it to get her attention without startling her. But like before, she barely reacts to his sudden appearance, like she somehow knew he was coming, and lifts her head before his knuckles have even brushed the wooden surface of the bar, and to his own confusion and surprise, her mouth upturns.

"Marc! I didn't expect to see you again. Come back for another whiskey?”

He frowns a little — or frowns more, to be accurate. “Why wouldn't I come back? And - yeah, something like that.” 

Emilia pauses, her smile turning a little quizzical. "Something like that, or exactly like that?"

Marc huffs a bit, resting one arm on the edge of the bar as he sits down on the stool. “The latter.”

"Good man,” Emilia says, reaching for a tumbler, before picking up her earlier thread. "I thought I might have run you off with my motormouth. I'm not usually that chatty with patrons, or - well, with anyone.”

She slides him his glass, then remembers her book and quickly pulls it away, back under the bar — not before Marc gets a glimpse of the cover. Judging from the style of the design, it's a romance novel, which he wouldn't have pegged from the amount of horror movies Emilia had cited the last time he was here. 

“I'm used to dealing with motormouths," Marc says, then winces inwardly. "I meant - it takes more than that to run me off. It was…nice.”

Admitting it feels like pulling teeth, especially when he knows he's fucking this up, fucking up the only positive human interaction he's had in years apart from Steven, and he braces himself for Emilia to clam up, to let him down gently (she doesn't seem the type to be harsh about it, and somehow that's worse).

Instead, inexplicably, she smiles and leans forward conspiratorially, and Marc feels that thing in his chest again. “Have a lot of motormouths in your life then, Spector?” 

"Just two.”

Emilia hums, dropping her gaze from his for a moment before glancing back up at him from under her eyelashes. "Am I included in that?”

“If you want to be,” Marc says, trying for casual. He takes a shot of his whiskey to avoid acknowledging how clearly he missed the mark. 

When he lowers his glass, Emilia is watching him carefully — studying him, maybe, for any signs of insincerity. Knowing she won't find any, Marc waits. It only takes a couple more seconds before she relaxes, the crease between her eyebrows vanishing.

"I could be persuaded,” Emilia replies coyly, giving him a dazzling grin that warms him better than the whiskey does. Marc ignores it.

(Later, when Emilia is busy talking animatedly about her novel, Steven pipes up with a few unwanted comments about the expression on Marc's face, and he ignores that, too.)

Without him really meaning for it to be, visiting Emilia becomes…routine, almost as routine as Steven’s nightly one (which Marc insists is now redundant, seeing as they don’t have a sleeping disorder, but Steven is a creature of habit and Marc has to admit, on nights when he’s fronting and he finds himself completing the ritual automatically, he is too). 

Nights where it’s nearly morning after bloody patrols, he finds himself unwinding at the bar, and listening to Emilia chatter away – her tongue gets a bit looser the later it becomes, and Marc privately thinks it’s endearing, because she’ll begin philosophizing, and then blush and brush it off, trying to pad her thoughts with jokes or idle chit chat that is utterly meaningless to both of them because they’re both terrible at it – or on that rare occasion where Khonshu doesn’t need him while he’s fronting, Marc finds himself heading down there because the flat just feels a little too quiet, even with Steven and Jake for company. 

It’s one of those days today, where there’s nothing on the television (not that there ever is), and he’s already cleaned as much of the flat as Steven will allow because otherwise Marc would have the place altogether spotless and organized, which Steven protests that it is organized, but hell if Marc knows how – and the thought of visiting Emilia keeps drifting up into his subconscious, but he keeps batting it away, denying himself the desire to see her as much as he’s been holding himself carefully away from that bright feeling in his chest when he sees her or the urge that’s been growing in frequency to take her hand or to find out what her chapstick tastes like.

He keeps up this test of resolve until almost eight o’clock, and only breaks because of Steven and Jake kicking up a fuss in the headspace about how he’s just being ridiculous or an idiot, and Jake threatening to sing Frank Sinatra songs nonstop until Marc goes and he could kick Jakes’s ass sometimes, he swears – 

When he makes it to Emilia’s pub nearly forty minutes later, there’s a slight fog rolling through the streets, and a chill in the air that’s become a prominent fixture since the summer months ended. Marc ignores it, but his eyes automatically survey his surroundings, constantly aware of the possibility of ambushes from humans or supernatural creatures alike, but no one and nothing springs out at him with the intent to kill Khonshu’s Avatar, so he slips inside the bar.

It’s busy inside, but he kind of expected that because this is the time it’s normally kind of busy, and Emilia is busy taking care of someone currently situated on Marc’s seat, and she’s smiling at him, and that’s fine. It doesn’t make Marc's chest tighten, or his stomach twist, it’s perfectly fine.

He hears Jake chuckle somewhere in the headspace, and Marc pointedly ignores him as he approaches the bar, casting a halfhearted glare at the man in his usual spot, then glances over at Emilia, and even Jake goes quiet because it’s instantly obvious that something’s wrong.

Every time Marc has come in here, Emilia’s smile as she serves someone is always genuine and warm, and she’d explained one night that it’s because she likes people, likes hearing their stories and making them smile – either with a bad joke or just by handing them the drink they want. It baffled Marc, who didn’t like people as a group, and only had a few individuals he cared for, and two of those happened to share a headspace with him.

Right now, though, Emilia’s smile looks as forced as Marc’s does when he’s trying to interact with strangers and has to put on some air of decorum, and it’s hard to tell in the poor lighting of the pub, but he thinks her eyes might be shining. She looks like she’s a faint breeze away from being knocked over, and his chest tightens for an altogether different, and more familiar reason: worry.

Shit, he was an idiot, trying to prove to himself that he could deny himself this visit – something was clearly wrong, maybe some jackass had tried hurting her or came onto her because he couldn’t take no for an answer, or maybe there’d just been an asshole period who liked taking their problems out on pretty bartenders or – 

Focus mijo, Jake cuts into his spiraling thoughts. Go check on her.

Marc doesn’t reply to him, but obeys the order, leaning against the bar on one elbow, a little bit away from the place he normally occupies. Emilia doesn’t look his way, doesn’t even seem to register he’s there, and that feels wrong too, because she has a scary good sense for when someone’s approaching her, especially him. 

Not wanting to startle her, Marc waits until Emilia turns around to check on the state of things, and watches as a flicker of something spreads briefly across her face when she sees him. It looks unbearably close to relief, but it closes off just before Marc can truly convince himself that he's correct, another pinched smile taking its place. “Hi Marc, are you here for another beer?”

And now Marc’s absolutely convinced something is wrong, because Emilia’s voice is flat and without inflection, not a single hint of her usual playfulness that’s constantly teetering on flirting, no uncontainable energy buzzing through every word, like every sentence is a race to the finish line and she's determined to be the first across.

“I was mostly comin' in to see you,” Marc admits, leaning forward, closer to her. It’s barely better lit where she’s standing, but now he can definitely tell her eyes are red-rimmed, and that her eyes are glassy, he hadn’t been making it up.

Emilia pauses from where she'd been reaching for a bottle of beer, her dark eyes rounding with surprise and…something else, something sharp and tender, like a bruise. It almost hurts Marc to keep looking at her, like she's the fucking sun or something. She wets her bottom lip, still staring at him in disbelief, "Me?”

"Beer's never a good enough reason to keep visiting some place," Marc points out, cocking an eyebrow. He'd stopped drinking whiskey here months ago, started going for something lighter — it barely left a buzz in his system, but it gave him an excuse to still come see Emilia.

But instead of laughing at his shit attempt at a joke (even if it's steeped in truth), Emilia just keeps looking at him as if he's sprouted horns or something, and then to his horror, the sheen in her eyes gets worse and she whispers a swear, blinking rapidly as she looks away, "Sorry - fuck - I'm sorry, it's not you - I'm s-”

Her face almost crumbles on the third apology and resolve hardens around Marc's heart as he stands up from his stool, flagging down the other bartender (he thinks her name is Bee, or something). "Emilia's taking her fifteen,” Marc informs her, then rounds around the bar and gently nudges Emilia towards the door, his hand on the small of her back.

"I'm fine," Emilia tries snapping at him, but the sentiment is belied by her sniffling and the way she instantly gives in, allowing him to walk her out the front door and into the chilly alley outside.

The noises of the bar stop in staccato as the door slips slowly shut behind them on its hinge, and Emilia steps away from Marc, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes. ”I'm fine, it's fine, you can - Bee knows what kind of drink you like, you can go back inside, I just need a minute.”

"You've got fifteen," Marc reminds her, slowly approaching her, trying to gauge what the right move is here. Steven is better suited for this kind of thing, but Emilia doesn't even know about Steven, and terrifyingly, Marc wants to be the one to do this. Even though he's shit at it. She's his friend, he can give her this much. “And I told you, I don't want a drink.” 

Emilia sucks in a long, shuddering breath, drops her hands and turns to look at him. As much as Marc is appraising her, he thinks she might be assessing him more. "Funny place to spend your Friday, if you don't want a drink, Spector.”

Marc's mouth twitches, but doesn't commit to the smile. "I don't know where else to find you.”

Emilia's eyes narrow, suspicion turning her features harder than he knew they were capable of, and it makes anxiety crawl under his skin, but then in the next instant, it evaporates, and Emilia sags and drops to her ass onto the cobbled pavement. “I have a phone number you could use.”

"If I knew it," Marc says slowly. He joins her on the ground, casting a backwards glance at the bar's entry to make sure she's not in danger of getting trampled on by any drunks stumbling out. "I don't…text.”

Emilia snorts, wiping away a couple of stray tears with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I didn't really peg you as someone who texts a lot.” Then she smiles, briefly, and chuckles again. "Sorry, I just tried picturing you using emojis. It doesn't work.”

"What about emoticons?” Steven uses those a lot. Marc doesn't, and he even adds periods at the end of every sentence. It makes him feel a bit robotic in comparison to other people, but he was always different to everyone else already, and it isn't as if texting is a high priority for him anyway.

Emilia sniffs again. "The only one that might work is that one with the - with the slash as the mouth. You know the one? It kind of looks like the face you make when you don't like something.”

Marc huffs, the closest thing to a laugh that he's willing to commit to when Emilia's cheeks are tear streaked. "Yeah, alright. You gonna tell me what's going on?” 

Steven pipes up something about him being too brusque, but Emilia doesn't seem to take it poorly, just turns to look at him with a complicated expression on her face. She's silent for a few, terse minutes, before she quietly admits, "My cousin died a year ago, today.”

Before Marc can do anything with that information, Emilia drops her gaze from him and settles on the wet, neon splashed pavement between them, and continues, "She was - I don't have any siblings, but we were…she was like the closest thing I had to a sister, and she gave me a place to stay when I needed it, gave me a fresh start - and she…I couldn't do anything, I just - I was too late. I couldn't save her, I couldn't - I barely got to say goodbye.”

Marc's throat closes up, stomach dropping and twisting, every vein in his body ice cold, because that is a feeling he is intimately, horribly, suffocatingly familiar with. Being helpless, knowing there was something you could have done, but that you hadn't - or that you couldn't -

There was nothing worse than that feeling, that overwhelming guilt. The idea that Emilia felt it, was egregious to everything else he knew about her — but then maybe it wasn't, either, because sometimes he'd catch a glimpse of something beneath her cheerful disposition, a heaviness in her eyes that was uncomfortably familiar.

(Because she was good, so good, and the shit that made him the way who he was now, was not things that Emilia McKnight should have lived through.)

Tentatively, Marc reaches over and places a hand over Emilia's kneecap. She's wearing a pair of tights beneath a short skirt, but he can still feel the warmth of her skin. Hears himself echoing the sentiment that Steven so often whispers to him, "It wasn't your fault.”

Emilia's head snaps up so quickly that Marc nearly panics — of course he'd say the wrong fucking thing — and then her face crumbles completely and Marc definitely panics, but then she's throwing her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder, and he just barely makes out a "thank you" in between her sobs, so he thinks maybe he did okay. 

Marc brings a hand up to her back and holds her close, murmuring soft noises of comfort against the side of her head, and does not think about the fact that this is the first time he's ever hugged her in all these months.

No one comes out in those fifteen minutes, or the fifteen after it, and Marc is glad for it because he thinks Emilia would hate it if anyone saw her like this. 

When she finally calms down enough to be able to suck in hiccuping breaths, she apologizes again and Marc gives her a reproachful look. "You gonna be able to work tonight like this?”

Emilia glances back at the bar, guilt wracking her now blotchy features. "Probably not.”

Marc nods, expecting this. "Can you get out of tonight's shift?" When she looks back at him, puzzled, he continues a little awkwardly, “I know a place that has good ice cream, I thought maybe it'd…help.”

Emilia considers the offer for a moment, then nods. "Ice cream sounds good, but I'll need -” she goes a deeper pink than before - "I'll need actual food, too. I get lightheaded with too much sugar and nothing to balance it out."

Marc nods automatically. "Food, then ice cream.”

And finally, for the first time all evening, Emilia's eyes spark with that familiar light that reminds him of the way the sunrise will filter in through the windows in their flat, and set the wooden floors and bookcase ablaze. “Food, ice cream, and then I'm giving you my number. No point in you drinking beer you hate if you just want to talk to me.”

"I didn't say I hated it," Marc grouses as Emilia stands up, heading for the door to get her stuff from inside and to tell Bee she's leaving. 

"I read between the lines," Emilia says, smiling back at him as she opens the door. 

Marc rolls his eyes, taking the door handle in her place to hold it open for her, but doesn't comment further as he follows her inside.

#arachknight #(I don't have a ship name yet) #my fic #oc emilia mcknight

[honoshauntisgnosis]

About Silje Ward, née Ejnarsdóttir.

Silje is pronounced as "seal-yah"

Goes by Ward for professional reasons; it's an aunt's surname as well.

sooo, the wife of do.ctor stra.nge in another dimension, probably.

born in Reykjavík, Iceland on June 6th, 1985 (depending), to Ejnar Jóhannson and Margrét Bjornsdóttir. an only child, but loved dearly.

loved archery and became very good at it. bowhunted quite often with her father.

also loved winter, the snow, etc quite a bit

fairly good childhood, was pretty close to both of her parents

lived in New York with her parents between the ages of 15-18, due to a work assignment for her father

decided to stay in the US to attend college, hoping to eventually get into medical school, while her parents moved back to Iceland

met stephen in senior year of college, had decided by then to study neuroscience rather than medicine

stayed in a relationship with him while he went to med school and she went to pursue her masters (at St. John's in Queens). had a courthouse wedding with him just after he graduated

she also went on to pursue her phd

didn't know he was cheating on her with christine for a long time

chose to forgive his dumb ass anyway

stayed with him while he built his career; she ended up getting a research job in a SHIELD division, basically as a neuropsychologist for baddies, but also doing general research (on aliens, superheroes, villains, etc)

had a pretty fractured relationship with stephen close to the time of his accident. she wasn't with him (basically told him to take christine to the conference oops), but was devastated

sort of rekindled their relationship in that she devoted a lot of time, mental energy, resources, etc. into helping him heal, even helping him look into alternative medicine

tw drugs/addiction: he'd developed an addiction to pain killers, and she helped him through that, though his infidelity (that had been okay for a while) was slowly killing her

because alternate dimension, loki had been captured and she was 'studying' him and his jotnar magic. tbh she was feeling pretty bad for him and was tinkering with the idea of freeing him. probably starting to develop an emotional affair oops

tbh the best thing stephe did was disappear on her for a year (to go find the ancient one, heal his hands, become a sorcerer, etc). when he did try to come back, she'd sold their flat and was basically living near her workplace, having been devoting all of her time into that to pretend she didn't have depression, also getting closer to loki... whom she had freed, but no one knew that (yet)

during stephen's absence, her remaining parent-- her father-- passed away. this was devastating for her, because they were very close, and if there was ever a time she needed her goddamn husband, it was then. but... he wasn't there. loki, however, was.

she basically dragged him with to Iceland to take care of estate stuff. and because this is my goddamn story, there was something left to her... specifically, a necklace with a pendant that resembled frost, wrapped in a piece of paper with old norse written on it. she had no idea what this was, hadn't seen it before, and didn't really know why it was left to her. kept it anyway.

loki sort of figured it out right away, but didn't say anything because why men?

a few weeks staying in Iceland was pretty uneventful, just sad. she does kiss the idiot for the first time though, sort of giving up on her marriage (not divorced yet tho)

one day, there are literal monsters on her parent's property, trying to eat her. what the fuck. turns out that necklace was calling to them-- with jotnar magic. loki spills the beans and she's like what the fuck.

remembers the note and asks loki, aloud, what the hell "burt til fjalla minna, heimili mitt í hæðinni, til dalanna og giljanna, tinda ljóssins!" means (away to my mountains, my home in the height, to the glens and the gorges, the summits of light!)

insert sailor moon esque transformation scene that i don't want to write atm, but she gains a frost-covered axe, magic arrows, some sick old norse armor, and bulks up because we stan the hulk and we stan jane fo.ster (thooor)

she's a reincarnation of the goddam jotunn goddess Skaði wtf

loki is all like, haha yeah, and she's like you didn't tell me??

so it turns out there are monsters that are attracted to her newfound magic, particularly beasts that had been slayed by Skadi. it's silje's problem now though

around this time, SHIELD knows she's the one who freed loki, so guess she doesn't have to work on monday

she eventually reunites with stephen after the events of the first dr st.range movie (still married), and omg he's not as douchey now?? he still has that stupid smile and wears his wedding band and wtf, she hates that she still loves him but she can't really trust him

and then there's loki....

more to be added when i find the rest of my notes rip

#silje.

[wrenhavenriver]

9

9: If you were granted a wish that allowed you to instantly be able to speak any language, which would it be?  Ohhhh man. Honestly I’d probably pick Japanese even though I’ve already been studying it for several years, just because the gap between where I am now proficiency wise and anything resembling actual fluency feels…utterly insurmountable at times.  I’d also be tempted to pick Polish, since that’s the largest bit of my heritage I actually know about and it’d be nice to have that sort of connection! 

#my family is very small and a lot of my ancestors seem to have died relatively young #i lost my last grandparent when i was in fifth grade #so i never really got to ask them #by the time my mom was born she only had one living grandparent left so it's the same for her #and my dad was estranged from his father so that whole branch is a mystery #who were we? where'd we all come from? don't know! but at some point i got this badly americanized polish surname out of it! #that was way off topic oop #thank u for the ask!!! #anonymous #asks #ask box games

[ghostlyheropoltergeist-a-blog]

((Tfw you should be writing the four page research report that's due on thursday but you keep getting distracted by the wonderful inhabitants of tumblr ajhdjdjdjsjsnf))

#;;that ominous narrator in the sky //mun speaks #((rip)) #((i don't even have one full page done imma croak)) #((i also have my final exam for my dual enrollment biology class morrow and i haven't studied for that yet)) #((oops)) #((also i keep being reminded that i need to fx septwmber's surname in her about but i never do ajdhhdjendnf jfc)) #((it's still kuronan guys i just was a dumbass and changed it to brennan for s o m e reason)) #;;shut up denise you should be writing //ooc tag

[salokorai]

oops, I finished this days ago but completely forgot to upload!

I finally got to actually redesigning Lucille. She used to be more of a ranger character, but I wanted to really turn her into kind of the typical noble knight and also played around with what kind of armor would make sense for someone working with blood magic in a fight.

And then I also gave her tattoos, because its hot.

I wanted to still have her resemble parts of my fantasy back when I created her as a teenager. Back then she was like a typical hot vampire and her name was Lucille Nightrose. (Thats why I gave her thorn tatoos) I don't like the surname Nightrose anymore so now I am thinking of something fitting and potentially french.

#Lucille #OC #redesign #vampire #knight #blood knight #bloodmage #edgy af