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flowercrowngods · 11 months

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it’s floaty steddie hours

Eddie never knew there were moments that would just steal his breath and not give it back even after they passed, lingering in his mind, his heartbeat, his fingertips, making him wonder if the world is suddenly much bigger than before, or endlessly smaller, reduced only to one impossibly perfect moment.

He never knew. Until he met Steve. Steve, with his moments, with his smiles, with his kisses and laughs and gentle voice singing under his breath when he thinks Eddie isn’t listening.

But Eddie listens. He always listens.

And he basks, taking it all in as he’s sitting in the back of his van somewhere at the foot of Weathertop, leaning against the side wall.

There is a steady pitter-patter of heavy summer rain against the roof of the van, a breeze of fresh air coming in through the open doors that occasionally leaves goose bumps along his arms and brings with it the smell of rain and drenched soil, of blooming fields and trees and life, mixing with their own little bubble of life and love and tobacco.

Eddie wants to catch that smell, that sound, that feeling in a mason jar like Steve told him he used to dream as a kid. Maybe he will. He knows there’s one in the driver’s side door for this very purpose.

It would be a good forever-moment, with Steve lying in the back of his van, illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights Eddie installed for him the other week with a hearty but ultimately fake grumble. The warm light dances along his skin, making it look even more golden than usual, complementing the galaxy of moles that is imprinted and immortalised on his skin.

And Eddie watches. He always watches.

Golden light that makes even his dimples shine as he smiles, eyes closed as he’s singing along to the third mixtape of the night. Space Age Love Song, which Eddie pretends to hate. But how could he hate it when it makes Steve look like that? When it thus steals Eddie’s breath, his heart, his sanity?

And then, for a moment, for one perfect, drawn-out moment, all Eddie Munson can do anymore is watch. And listen. And feel. Because what he sees and hears and feels is everything.

His breath is lodged in his throat as he reaches for his little sketchbook — the special one, littered with drawings and doodles and musings of Steve. His face, his hands, the constellations of his moles. The occasional DnD related sketch in there, because Steve just inspires him.

His pencil dances over the page in practiced, familiar movements as he tries to capture the moment on paper. It’s hard, though, because Steve’s nose is scrunched a little with that smile that Eddie’s not even sure Steve’s aware of, and his dimples tell a story of their own tonight. A story of contentment rather than joy or amusement. Eddie has to try and try again, never quite getting it right, this perfection, and he curses a little under his breath.

“What are you drawing?” Steve asks, turning his head and opening his eyes a little, squinting but curious.

“Nothing,” Eddie smiles, pulling the sketch closer to his chest, away from Steve’s sleepy, lazy, slow attempt to reach for it. “Go back to sleep.”

“‘M not asleep,” he sighs, rolling over onto his side, watching Eddie and reaching for his ankle — just to touch. To hold. To feel.

It makes Eddie smile. “No?”

“No,” Steve says, helpless not to smile back, and Eddie wants to kiss him. “Just… I don’t know. ‘S nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. Perfect.”

Eddie discards the sketchbook and goes to lie down beside Steve, wrapping one arm around his middle, the other coming up to take Steve’s, their fingers intertwined between their faces.

“Then I think the word you’re looking for is basking.”

Steve hums again, touching his forehead to Eddie’s knuckles before brushing featherlight kisses over them. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Basking.”

Eddie’s heart is ready to beat out of his chest, make a life of its own fuelled by the perfection of this moment. Everything about it. Everything.

Outside, the rain picks up even more, a wave of cold air coming into the van that makes Steve cuddle closer to him, until their foreheads are touching. Eddie closes his eyes, breathes him in, and slowly inches forward, tilting his head to claim Steve’s lips in a gentle kiss.

They trade slow, sensual kisses for a while. Steve’s hand comes up to Eddie’s cheek, his thumb stroking whatever skin he can find, caressing his cheek, his chin, his jaw, while Eddie plays with Steve’s hair.

In the end it’s Steve who pulls back first, eyes open, just watching Eddie. Taking him in, making him feel seen rather than watched.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Answering is as easy as breathing. And just as difficult. Just as impossible. His love, his breath — they both belong to Steve, completely and entirely.

Steve, who smiles at him like being loved by Eddie Munson means something to him. Like it means everything. Like it can mean Forever. Eddie feels like he might not survive tonight it Steve continues to be so genuine, so honest, so raw, so open, so vulnerable, so pretty, so beautiful, so absolutely breathtakingly everything.

“Can I see what you were drawing?”

“You,” Eddie says, reaching behind him blindly in search for his book, too weak to refuse Steve anything he asks for. “I was drawing you.”

“You were?”

Eddie nods, feeling a heat creeping up on his cheeks.

“Sap,” Steve grins, leaning in to plant a kiss on Eddie’s cheek as he reaches over him for the sketchbook. “Can I?”

“Knock yourself out,” Eddie grumbles, rolling them so Steve’s lying on his back and Eddie can sprawl on top of him. Hide his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, hide the way he’s flushing, hide the absolutely obvious way he’s a goner for Steve fucking Harrington.

He hears the gasps, hears the pages being flipped, the little giggles of surprise, the hums and tiny, secret little ohs. He hears them and he holds his breath, beginning to shiver for a reason that even the cool breeze cannot compete with.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes. Doesn’t say anything else for a while. And Eddie wonders if Steve is in the same boat, in the same condition, if he has these moments, too. Moments like this. He wonders, and he hopes, and he wishes.

But Steve doesn’t say anything else, and neither does Eddie, and the music switches to Springsteen. Tougher Than the Rest. It’s always been too soft for Eddie, but right now it serves to give the word perfect a new melody.

“Dance with me,” Steve breathes.

“Hm?”

“Dance with me. Please?”

“In the rain?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve nods, tightens his hold around Eddie as if he forgot that they still had to get up and get out there.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie says, lifting himself from Steve’s chest and climbing out of the car, warm rain immediately drenching his clothes. It makes him laugh, a boyish little thing that bubbles out of him as he holds out his hands to help Steve out.

Steve takes his hand, jumping out with a small giggle of his own, making for a glorious vision: happy and giddy against the golden light inside the van, his wild hair soon drenched completely, sticking to his face where he shakes his head, showing droplets of water left and right.

It doesn’t fit the song, doesn’t fit the notion of basking, but they’re both laughing and breathless, clinging to each other in the moonlit night somewhere at the foot of weathertop, far away from everyone else that they might just be the only two people left in the world. Two silly boys, giddy and breathless and stupidly in love.

It makes Eddie pause. Swallow. It makes his heart go wild as he stills.

“What?” Steve asks, stilling as well, looking over his shoulder to see if someone was coming, if someone’s watching them.

Eddie pulls him closer, makes Steve meet his eyes again as he rests his hands around his neck. “Dance with me.”

A smile spreads Steve’s lips, breaking through all of Eddie’s walls to let the light in — even in the middle of the night. “Okay,” he breathes.

And if you’re brave enough for love, // Honey, I’m tougher than the rest.

The sound of rain isn’t loud enough to drown out the music, but still Eddie can barely hear it over the sound of his own heart. Over the sound of I love you, I love you, I love you. Over the sound of Is this forever? Can this be forever?

They slow dance to Springsteen, then to Tears for Fears, and eventually to Prince. They dance until Steve begins to shiver in his arms, until the rain has drenched them so completely that none of the day’s heat is left in the air and the breeze is getting uncomfortable. And then, they dance a little longer, because Steve is capturing Eddie’s lips again, slow and unhurried and like he means it. Like he means it all.

“One day,” Steve breathes against Eddie’s lips. “One day I’m going to marry you. I’ll find a way.”

And it’s Eddie this time who gasps, who falls into Steve because his knees are giving out. It’s Eddie who’s lost for words.

But he doesn’t need words, because Steve is kissing him again, holding him up, holding him, holding his heart and his life and his future in hands so gentle and sure that Eddie wants to fall apart, just a little bit.

“Not if I marry you first,” he says eventually, brushing one last bruising kiss to Steve’s lips before pulling back and climbing into the van, dripping as he is.

Steve, laughing and giggling, follows immediately after him, pulling off his clothes in a hurry to get under the blanket. Eddie watches him with a leer — at least until Steve kicks him in the side and tells him to get out of these clothes and come under the blanket to warm up.

“If you wanted to get me naked, you could’a just said so, Harrington. Didn’t have to propose first.”

Steve grins, helpless against it, blushing a little and hiding his face in the blanket even as he reaches for Eddie to come closer.

But Eddie doesn’t, and awkwardly climbs over Steve to reach for the driver’s side door.

“What are you—“

Steve shuts up when Eddie retrieves the mason jar, his mouth clicking shut adorably, making Eddie grin, vulnerable and nervous and raw as he feels.

“Told myself I’d capture a perfect moment for you. What do you think, does it qualify?”

Steve swallows. Nods. Reaches for Eddie once more, who shuffles closer until Steve can test his head on his shoulder.

“Can’t believe you remembered,” he murmurs, trailing his index finger along the lid.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Eddie grins, making Steve laugh. Alleviating the moment, but not dislodging it. “So?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “It’s perfect. I’m… God, I love you so much, Eddie, shit.”

“And that’s how I’m gonna label it,” Eddie grins.

“Not One day I’m gonna marry you?”

And Eddie’s breath hitches again. He lowers the mason jar, meeting Steve’s eyes this time. He wants to ask; needs to ask. Needs to know.

“Do you mean that?” It’s whispered; he doesn’t have the strength or the bravery to be any louder.

Steve’s hands come up to his cheeks, cradling his face in the gentlest way as he holds Eddie’s eyes. “Eddie Munson,” he says, “one day I’m going to marry you. And I won’t let you marry me first.”

Between them, Eddie opens the mason jar just as Steve leans in to capture his mouth in a kiss that really is nothing less than a promise. Nothing less than Forever.

happy birthday @anzelsilver i have the hugest “pls be my friend” crush on you so i decided to write you a lil thing and hope you enjoy this and the rest of your week 🫶🤍🌷

#and then they cuddle naked and. do other things hehehe #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #dio words #i am 17 minutes late for your birthday in my time zone and idk where you are but i hope you like this lil thing #it’s floaty it’s vibey it’s uhhh not as capital F fluffy as i intended but alas eddie was too in love it’s not my fault

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moreespressoformydepresso · 29 days

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Hot take:

Coriolanus Snow did not love Lucy Gray, even though he loved her.

Bear with me for a second I know this sounds like an oxymoron but I promise I can make it make sense. The TL;DR is that both SnowBaird shippers and detractors are right, but also very very wrong. I’ll explain.

People who say Snow was genuinely in love with Lucy Gray are wrong. Flat out incorrect. And I say this so bluntly because of one simple factor: before the games, he needed Lucy Gray to promise total devotion to him. This 16 year old girl was about to be thrown into an arena to fight to the death and his concern was whether she was committed to him?? That’s not love. That’s need. Remember the saying “if you love someone, let them go”? It exists for a reason. If you truly love someone, you want what’s best for them. You want them to be happy, even if that means stepping away. Snow was not ready or willing to do this. If there was even a chance of him having to step away, he was prepared to just leave her to her fate to die. And this happened relatively early in the story when you look at the importance of events. Most of the moments we can point to and go “that’s a turning point for him” happen either during or after the games. Funnily enough this ties to a very simple fact of the story that seems to fly over a lot of fans’ heads, if they’re not just outright ignoring it.

Snow did not lose his mind or go insane over the course of the story. The whole point is that he was always this way, and looked every opportunity to choose to be a good person dead in the eyes as he dashed them to pieces, burned them to ashes and used the charcoal left over to draw happy little doodles on their graves. This story has two points, with the first being a subversion of the “uwu villain with a tragic backstory to excuse their actions” trope. The second one is gleefully stewing in all the ways the people Snow wronged in his early life haunted him until the day he died, especially Sejanus and Lucy Gray. That’s just one example of Snow not actually caring about Lucy Gray, but there are more. They’re sprinkled all throughout the story, culminating in the final scene where he attempts to murder her.

However

Coriolanus Snow did have genuine feelings for Lucy Gray. He was prepared to ruin his entire future to save her, knowing that getting caught cheating would destroy all he’s worked for his entire life. When he was forced to become a peacekeeper, he asked to go to 12 in hopes of seeing her again. He went out of his way to track her down and they shared genuine moments together. By now, he has no ulterior motive for being around her. No prize, no game to win, nothing to gain except happy memories. Snow wanted to be with her. And Lucy Gray wanted to be with him. There’s a skeleton of a genuine relationship there, inklings of the love story Lucy Gray was convinced they were destined to have. That wasn’t fake, those were real feelings and it could have been beautiful. If it wasn’t for one tiny little problem: Lucy Gray is not who Snow thought she was. She isn’t who he wanted her to be. In other words:

Coriolanus Snow thought he loved Lucy Gray Baird, when in actuality he loved the idea of her he’d created in his mind.

You see, this boy is the least reliable narrator to ever narrate in the history of ever, beaten out only by Humbert Humbert. And in similar fashion to Lolita it looks like people are making the mistake of taking his word at face value when the point the book tries to make is that you should not do that. Snow looked at his choice to keep bashing Bobbin over the head after he was already knocked out and decided to take it as evidence that all human beings lose their humanity when cornered (even though he was no longer cornered), he is very clearly not a trustworthy individual when it comes to making logical deductions. Especially because he can be neck-deep in denial sometimes. Snow never cared about Lucy Gray, the Covey girl, singer and performer who lost most of her family to a massacre and was forced to stay in one district rather than moving around like she used to. He cared about Lucy Gray Baird, district 12’s female tribute for the 10th hunger games. And those are not the same people. Tribute Lucy Gray Baird was locked in a zoo, forced to perform at all times to survive. Lucy Gray was free to be her authentic self (trauma not withstanding) and while she loves to perform, it’s a different kind. There’s no pressure, she can leave the stage if she so desires. She can roam as free as one can in the districts and no longer needs a mask to live.

In the book, Snow outright says he wishes she was still locked in the zoo so he knew where she was and she couldn’t leave. He loved the Lucy Gray that was contained. The one that was considered his by the people around him. The girl who relied on him completely because she had to. He loved what she was forced to be in order to not die, and when he saw the real her he wished she would be more like the girl he met. Which was not the real Lucy Gray. Snow loved the act she put on, and to some extent the control he had over her. He had genuine feelings for her, but not for the real her.

To conclude this rambly mess: shippers will pretend Snow genuinely loved Lucy Gray for all she was. This is not true. A certain subsect of people who hate this ship will say he never cared for her at all. This is also not true. And in a fandom for a book about the nuances of even the worst people on earth, that’s very funny.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #10th hunger games #hunger games #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #coriolanus snow #character analysis #I saw one too many posts warring about whether he did or didn’t love her and decided that the correct response was to piss everyone off #so here we are #analysis #hot take #i guess #idk #love #love is complicated #people are complicated #nuance

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achairwithapandaonit · 2 years

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some doodles i did for the fic i’ve been writing set seven years post canon, one year after the BO takedown. the last two of which,,, don’t really make sense until the third part of the series, which...who knows when i’ll get to that when i haven’t even finished the first part.

hakuba left watson back in japan only to lose his will to live cause both akako and kaito just brought ALL OF THEIR BIRDS. WHICH IS A LOT. and they’re all very very tired. and on a bit of a wild goose chase. also akako has a cat cause she’s like a mishmash of witch stereotypes canonically so why not, you know. it just kind of turns up every now and then and they all have to deal with it.

uhhh second pic is the most tense post fake-shinichi-death road trip across america you will ever come across. none of them like or trust each other. they of course crosses paths with the ekoda gang wild goose chase.

gonna share a snippet for the first drawing cause i’m proud of it:

“A statue? Aren’t jewels his usual MO?”

“Yes,” Mitsuhiko says. “But recently he’s been branching out. A sculpture here, a scroll there. He even robbed a library last week.”

“Weird.”

“It’s not as weird as it seems. There’s a link between all of the things he’s been stealing - legends and rumours. Fake magic. Witchcraft. It all seems to come back to eternal life.”

“So what you’re saying is -” Hattori says, folding his arms behind his head. “- Kaitou KID is the kind of idiot who believes in magic.”

“Exactly,” Mitsuhiko says.

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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— EVEN WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES, YOU STILL BLOOM BEAUTIFULLY. KSM

pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x gn!reader

genre: angst, pure angst.

warnings: character death, mentions of blood and car crash

word count: 484

note: though i'd make angst for seungmin as what i have said on my last post lmao. i tried, ya'all enjoy! don't forget to leave feedbacks and reblog!! i made a reference from my felix fic, the angst one.

they say that people act weird when they are near their death. maybe their actions depict them saying goodbye and wait for you in the afterlife. you didn’t know much about death but certain relatives and other peers made you experience pain and sorrow. the cascading tears and never-ending memories of the one who died keep haunting you to sleep. but there’s nothing more painful when it comes to those people who are close to your heart, who had to say their goodbyes, unexpectedly. and fate can’t even protect you from heartbreak.

it was exactly two weeks when it happened and you just arrived in the apartment after a tiring work day. nothing changed, except the fact that you are now alone. you didn’t bother to turn on the lights and depending on the lamp, sat at the top of a small table in the living room. it feels empty, cold, quiet, dark, and bitter. nothing beats this feeling when he is not around and the memories he left made it sad. nostalgia didn’t hit you yet for the cries and lonely nights still lie heavy on your shoulders.

your hand reached the clear jewel case seungmin gave you a month ago. a cd with only two songs he recorded during his birthday. it had his signature and doodles on it, even his cute handwriting that never fails to make you smile. work and hectic schedules didn’t even let you sit and listen to them but maybe a sad friday night will allow you to. you regretted it, you regret not listening to them sooner. you would have expressed how much you love them when he was still alive.

“i’ll always be there, i’m gonna stay, closer to you,”

“i’m still here, always, each and every stop, i miss being by your side,”

you couldn’t even hear the speaker properly, the sound of cries escalates the room. hands covering your face, the whole two weeks without him feels like hell. the car crash was too rough to make him survive and seeing him covered with blood made you feel lifeless. shattered glass and sounds of cries, the crushed bumper, broken windows, sounds of sirens and chatters of people, you only saw seungmin that night.

the investigator’s words just flew by. nothing really went inside your head. it was just seungmin on a stretcher, eyes closed as he fell into a deep slumber before the white cloth covered his face. and just like that, the horrifying incident has led to a heartbreaking loss of a son and a friend. but for you,

“you know what’s beautiful?” he said.

“what?” you asked, looking back at him.

“you,” he smiled. “even when i close my eyes, you still bloom beautifully, just like the flowers that bloom in spring. and by that, i will always remember you, even if we part,”

the love of your life is gone.

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coconutcordiale · 8 months

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my top gun comment bingo card! fics i used for each square (with ao3 links!) below. thank you to all the mods for organizing this!! @topguncommentbingo

set during tg86 canon: and gamble for the sun by susiecarter (IceMav | M)

has an archive warning: every now and then I get a little bit terrified by closet_monster (Hangster | M)

rated T: cinnamon and sugar by bottledyarn (Hangster | T)

set between the movies: i can wait for years if i gotta by BeautifulCreature (Hangster | T)

forgot to comment on: my whole existence is flawed by anonymous (Hangster | E)

platonic: for one night and one night only: the idiots together by andthentheybow (Rooster & Hangman & Phoenix & Bob | T)

author you haven't read: but if you decide to, i'll ride in this life with you by boasamishipper (Macheresin | T)

rated M: you do it all your life and you never get through it by thegeckbros (Hangster | M)

canon compliant: too good to be true (can't take my eyes off you) by gr0gu (Hangster | E)

fanvid: fever by lilly_the_kid (Multiple | G)

art rated gen/teen: western sunset by enthyrea (Hangster | G)

tagged fluff: shrouding us in moments unforgettable by magdarko (Hangster | G)

free choice: if they fit we'll dance in the street by doodlewrite (Macheresin | G)

completed june22 or earlier: come the same colors by susiecarter (IceMav | M)

first comment on a fic: take the winning shot by anonymous (Hangster | E)

ship you haven't read: a perscription you'll love to have me fill by anonymous (Fanboy/Hangman...Hangboy? | E)

completed between dec22-feb23: I've been thinking (the truth is…) by ropememory (Macheresin | T)

rated G: young | numb | starved by crueltether (Hangster | G)

rated E: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by perishablealex (Hangster | E)

from a fandom event: pulling down back streets, deep in your head by thegeckbros (Hangster | E)

WIP: wish there was something real in this world full of you by Cunninlinguist (RoosMav, Hangster | E)

last comment was 5+ mos ago: My only motto in life is 'don't lose' by NeverwinterThistle (Hangster | T)

art rated M/E: Cock-A-Doodle-Doo by lowlife_symptoms (Hangster | E)

completed july-aug22: tonight you're a stranger by attolians (Hangster | T)

completed between mar-may23: green eyes, red face by ironicpanicattack (IceMav | E)

#I can't believe how many non-hangster and non-E fics are on here tbh #look at me #the epitome of growth #macheresin #hangster #sereshaw #icemav #fanboy/hangman

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glitchy-creations · 3 months

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I caved and made a Hazbin Hotel oc 🫣

Say hello to Belladonna, aka the Trickster Demon!

Credit to @cheseely for this lovely fanart they made that I referenced for the pose! I’m not familiar with the character, but I was really vibing with their art style 😌💕

(More info and bonus doodle under the cut)

So just a couple little things about Bella I'm going to add before I get into her background and such:

Bella is cisgender and uses she/her pronouns

She is also Demiromantic Asexual and is in a QueerPlatonic relationship with Alastor.

Bella is an overlord in Hell but doesn't often attend meetings b/c she can't stand Valentino

Bella runs a section of territory called “Sin Row” which is essentially a large entertainment district. The businesses in the strip range from speakeasies to host/hostess clubs to bars and more. It’s also comprised of both modern and “old-timey” spots likely to attract more customers.

She favours hard liquors like whisky and bourbon, though seems to only like bottles that have reached their peak age (12 years for Whiskey, 15 years for Bourbon). She also appears to enjoy red wine.

When alive, Bella's family were known bootleggers, as they lived during the prohibition, though Bella seems to dislike alcohol that has been diluted, even when she was alive.

Bella’s nickname comes from the fact that she was notorious for lacing food and drinks with a potential mixture of deadly nightshade to eliminate enemies. Ironically, Bella would die by being poisoned.

In life, Belladonna’s name was Allegra Falcone and was the only child of a New York Mafia leader in the 1920’s however, she died before the peak years of Mafia activity. She came from an Italian-American family who lived in and worked out of Brooklyn, New York.

While Bella’s father technically ran the group, many would say Bella was the one who pulled the strings. Bella is a very intelligent, sly, and calculating person which lead to her father often times listening to Bella’s suggestions above anyones. This is mainly because she’s proven that her plans not only work but are good for the families reputation. It’s rare that any of her plans backfired or cast the family in a bad light. Bella is also definitely a daddy’s girl, having been a lot closer to her father in life than to her mother. Bella, however, doesn’t act spoiled or bratty like your typical daddy’s girl; I imagine her father valued hard work and despite spoiling Bella from time to time, he still tried to instil the value of hard work into his daughter.

As Bella's father got up in age, Bella would often take over as a makeshift leader. because of her closeness with her father, none of the other mobsters questioned this. However, some would say that Bella was manipulating her father for a long time so that she would one day be chosen to take over the crime family when her father eventually passed. This would lead to her being called a "fox" due to her sly personality and intelligence. Bella also had an overall mischievous and playful personality which played into her being likened to a fox. This is also why her demon form is based on a fox rather than a spider, like Angel and his family.

In life and in death Bella and Alastor are good friends. Bella would visit New Orleans at least once or twice a year (sometimes more depending on how busy she is) to spend time with Al. I imagine they would go out drinking together when Bella would visit, likely visiting Mimzy’s club more often than not. They also have a lot of similar interests such as enjoying jazz, dancing, hard liquor, cooking, etc.

I also have this stupid little headcanon that Alastor was the Axeman of New Orleans (check out this post for more) before changing his MO and I imagine that’s how they first met in person. Bella would have known of Alastor through his radio show which Bella often listened to, however she only knew of his name.

Ngl, Bella was just in a silly goofy mood when she decided she wanted to go to a town that had an active murderer walking around just to meet her favourite radio host 🤷🏻. Bella absolutely finds the Axeman letter really funny because of how it’s worded and she likes to tease Alastor about it. She doesn’t do it constantly, but if she can make a reference to it somehow she will.

I should also mention that while they were both alive, Belladonna was only a year or two younger than Alastor. However, Belladonna died six years prior Alastor so there is now a larger age gap between them.

Similar to Alastor, Belladonna isn’t a huge fan of modern technology. However, she doesn’t seem to despise it like Alastor does likely because the entertainment district under her control includes very modern establishments. The more modern the club/bar/arcade/etc the more necessary modern technology becomes. Bella will admit that she doesn’t really understand it, and outside of the modern locations, she doesn’t put technology in the places like speakeasies. The closest thing to “modern tech” that she has at these places are security cameras. The club that she personally operates and uses as her base of operations has security cameras alongside a panel of tv’s connected to the cameras so she can monitor things but that’s about it. Bella also owns a smartphone at the suggestion of one of her employees, however she doesn’t really know how to use it. Angel has shown her how to text, take photos, and make phone calls with it, but Bella is uninterested in social media. She literally just uses her smartphone to call people and take pictures 🤧. She does have people who have been hired specifically to make sure all the modern tech is working right and is up to date.

Aside from valuing hard work, Bella views promises very highly. She despises promises breakers and has been known to never break a promise herself. Because she takes promises very seriously, punishments to breaking one are severe especially if one were to break a promise made directly to Belladonna. This is tied directly with her death, as she was poisoned by someone who promised their loyalty to her only to betray her later.

Belladonna’s general personality is very laidback and fun-loving. I imagine her personality is somewhere between Lucifers and Rosie’s; she’s not quite as theatrical and silly as Lucifer but she does have a mischievous side. Bella enjoys joking around with others and often shows her affection through light hearted teasing. Aside from teasing Alastor, Bella has teased Angel for his thin figure while offering him something to eat (this was a one time joke). She also has a love for slight-of-hand/stage magic, being much more impressed by a simple card trick than by actual feats of magic. Husk has used slight-of-hand magic tricks to cheer up Belladonna in the past because he knows she enjoys it.

Likewise, Bella has a soft spot for children and has a motherly side to her. She currently has a young hellhound in her care and has been known to include places like arcades and themed restaurants into her territory to appeal to a younger audience. She’s also really good when it comes to respecting people’s boundaries (with the occasional exception). The biggest example is with Alastor. Bella can be a physically affectionate person -typically touching someone in some way or just standing near people she cares about- but she also knows that Alastor doesn’t like to be touched unless he’s initiated it. Because of this, she often waits for Al to welcome or initiate any sort of physical affection before touching him. She’s usually really good about this, however should she get excited (such as when she saw Alastor after his 7 year “sabbatical”) she may act more impulsively and hug Alastor without thinking first. I imagine that because they’ve been friends for so long and Alastor knows Belladonna is just happy to see him, he doesn’t mind all that much.

She’s also a very welcoming woman and seems to judge people as individuals rather than who they associate with. She was originally wary of Angel due to his association with Valentino, however it didn’t last long after seeing how much he also hates Val. I’m talking, within the same interaction Bella went from being wary of Angel to becoming very caring of him. Bella has even told Angel that, should he need to get away from Val, he is more than welcome to stay within her territory as Valentino is permanently banned from entering the strip.

She also seems to be rather neutral about Hell’s hierarchy. Aside from her having a young hellhound in her care, I imagine she does business outside of the Pride ring such as getting Beelzejuice (and perhaps other alcoholic beverages) from the Gluttony Ring or ordering toys and such from Lust to be used in her clubs. Because of this I imagine she employs both hellborn demons and sinners to work for her directly or in her businesses that way if she needs something from another ring she has people who can leave Pride. She typically hires hellhounds as bouncers, however, they are also hired to take over other jobs where they’re needed (ie. Bartenders, hosts/hostesses, managers, etc). Similarly, Succubi and even Imps can be found holding any working position in any of the establishments throughout Sin Row according to what spots need to be filled. Overall, as long as they are willing to work and aren’t causing trouble, Belladonna couldn’t care less where a demon sits in the hierarchy; she’ll hire whoever she thinks fits the position. She’s also known to treat all of her employees well, making sure they’re paid well, are respected, and have whatever they need.

The only jobs she’s more strick about filling are the spots directly under her within her mafia family. While her normal employees have the Mafia’s protection, they aren’t necessarily considered part of the family and they don’t have to sell their souls to Bella to work for her. The primary members are those who were part of the Falcone family while they were alive, those who have proven their loyalty to Bella, and the souls she currently owns through deals she’s made. Again, no matter what position they hold in the family, Belladonna treats everyone with respect unless they’ve done something to cross her.

Following that; Belladonna is typically an even tempered woman, however when angered she can become explosive. Bella’s club has a large picture window (you know, those windows that replace an outer wall) next to the front doors that have since been set with reinforced glass because she’s thrown tables through it when angry. During the Overlord meeting about the extermination (one of the few meetings Bella went to), Carmilla was relieved that she didn’t have to worry about Bella causing collateral damage as Valentino was not present.

In addition to her explosive temper, Belladonna can hold a nasty grudge. Valentino is the biggest example as Bella can’t stand to hear his name let alone be in the same room as him. I imagine, before his ban, Val would try to recruit Bella’d workers. But with Val being Val, he would become aggressive and violent when he was rejected by whoever he was trying to recruit which would obviously piss off Belladonna. She eventually got sick of the assaults and after a particularly nasty incident Bella permanently banned Valentino from her territory. Even to this day she can’t stand Valentino. In short; Valentino is to Belladonna as Vox is to Alastor.

Given that Helluva Boss and Hazbin are in the same universe, I wouldn’t be surprised if Belladonna and Crimson have some kind of rivalry or animosity going on between them. I can’t think of a specific reason they would dislike each other aside from them having a traditional mafia family rivalry. Or perhaps Bella dislikes Crimson as a person given he’s pretty chauvinistic and sexists; there’s likely been some incident between them where Crimson was sexists and he majorly offended Belladonna. Maybe he said something along the lines of not believing Bella could be an overlord or be in charge of so many crime organisations (I imagine a lot of her deals were done with other mafia families or smaller gangs) because she’s a woman.

This got longer than I originally planned so here’s a little drawing I did of Alastor and Belladonna’s matching pun mugs 💕 I might post more about Bella on my main blog ( @glitchy-anime-fan ) for the sake of keeping my blogs consistent, but here’s what I have on Bella for now!

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 27 days

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hi hi sheep!!

👁️🧸 perhaps a lil domestic fluff for cathie? :0

Hello Ian! ☆

Thank you so much for your ask, and for responding to the OC x Canon ask game I reblogged!

Time for more Cathie! Yay! ♡

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

I think they both are in it for the long run, and each of them imagine what their future together would be like! Ruthie is definitely the type to daydream about her future with Cater, especially about getting married! She could be working on a wedding cake order at the bakery she works at part time, or see wedding pictures online, and immediately start picturing what it would be like if the cake was her wedding cake, or the people in the picture getting married were her and Cater. Like the idea of them breaking up never crosses her mind, whenever she thinks about the future Cater is always included. There's no one she wants to be with but him, there's no one she wants to spend the rest of her life with but him. She writes Ruthie Diamond with little hearts around it whenever she's in the middle of writing something and starts daydreaming. (Half the time she does it without thinking) Trey borrowed a recipe from her one time and immediately saw all her little doodles on the margins of the paper and had to show Cater. He practically had a heart attack when he saw it, heart pounding in his chest as he took dozens of pictures. (He adds it to the special album he has on his phone that's just pictures of Ruthie, ones he took in secret or ones he wanted to keep for himself and didn't wanna post. Whenever he's sad or feeling lonely, he'll look through the album to help him feel better, or help him fall asleep if it's late at night) I think in the beginning Cater was very "stay in the moment", but gradually started having thoughts about the future and over time got to a point where he couldn't picture a future without Ruthie in it. Like he could be scrolling on his phone when suddenly a picture of a bride pops up on his feed, and suddenly the thought of Ruthie wearing that dress and being the bride in the photo invades his mind. Or maybe he sees a video of a really nice reception area, and imagines him and Ruthie using it for their wedding, and bookmarks the video before he even realizes it. (He would start referring to Ruthie as his wife/future wife jokingly, but the first time he did it he 100% meant it and proceeded to flush in embarrassment when he realized what he said. Ace still brings it up sometimes)

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

They do have kids in the future! They have two boys! (One of them biological, one of them adopted!) I know I talked about this briefly on my old side blog, but one of their kids is named Tate (Tay, Tater tot)! He's a fox beastman, and is twisted from Tod from The Fox and the Hound! They adopted him when he was around one years old, the same age as their biological son! (I don't have a name for him yet, so if anyone has any suggestions, I would appreciate it!) The boys are best friends, always hanging out and playing together. They don't like the other being left out, so if one of them is invited somewhere (by friends, family, etc) they'll always ask if their brother can come too, refusing to go if they can't. (When they grow up, one of them goes to NRC while the other goes to RSA, in a nod to how Tod and Cooper separated as they got older in The Fox and the Hound) Cater and Ruthie are very sweet parents, wanting their children to be happy but also knowing when to put their foot down. So many family pictures and home videos! The boys love their father's unique magic, Cater using his clones when they're playing tag or hide and seek. Ruthie helps the boys get away from him during tag, or has them hide with her during hide and seek. Though they usually end up making a mess, the boys love to help their mom in the kitchen, whenever Ruthie is baking or cooking dinner. Cater helps too, and turns cooking into a family activity for them.

Thank you so much for your ask, Ian! I really appreciate it! ♡

If anyone else would like to ask about Cathie, either with the questions from the OC x Canon ask game or just in general, please feel free to do so!

I would absolutely love it if you did! ♡♡♡

Thank you! ♡

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lutrainman · 9 months

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Hey @doodle-girl I wasn’t sure if you were going to resend this question to this blog, but I felt that I couldn’t just let it fade to nonexistence. It’s also an excuse to explain why Creon is an utter freak of nature. Creon basically becomes a discount vampire that can walk in daylight. She can mostly regenerate life-threatening injuries if blood or flesh is consumed. There was a lot of existential panicking for a while.

Not sure if I wanted to give her wings. She already has a lot of physical attributes of a prehistoric bat and big predator felines. I don’t think flight is needed to make her even more goated after mutation.

LUTR lore dump about Metas below.

Creon falls under the "latent" metahuman. Which means her mutation hasn't fully manifested. So she's a late bloomer. However, due to circumstances behind her being a Chrysalis baby and how she was created illegally, her meta genes were dampened to an extent. It's been forcefully awakened at age 14, but she hasn't fully come into her meta abilities yet. Her full mutation won't occur unless she undergoes severe stress or life-threatening situations.

This is why she rarely gets sick and heals much faster. Also why she can endure long, working hours and lift heavy loads with ease. Meta beings have a leg-up compared to average, natural people. Do they still need to work and study hard for skills and abilities? Yes. But they have natural advantages or newbie-gains that give them an edge.

Project “Chrysalis” was originally eugenics project proposed to make the future generation better equipped to survive the fallout of climate change and the possible nuclear fallout. But the government had military super-soldiers in mind first. At first they tried to test out altering the genes of adults, both human and anthro. Less than 30% barely survived; mostly anthros.

The best success rate was starting from birth, in an artificial womb structure. Early experiments have proven that natural births kill both the mother and the fetus. After a lot of failures, political and socio-economic disasters, and World War 3, most countries made further meddling in Eugenics illegal. Especially the making of “Chrysalis” babies. All bio-genetic projects or proposals are closely scrutinized and need to be approved by all nations in NATO, or some world council overseeing this issue.

Creon’s mutation isn’t quite normal compared to other Meta-beings. Creon is maybe the 2nd “Chimera” experimented on by the same scientist who has created her friend, Hinder; another S-rank Meta. She was really scared of what her possible mutation could lead to. Most Meta-beings have black sclera eyes and more colorful, glowing pupils. Even in the future, gene modification in eye color, hair/fur, is strictly prohibited or regulated.

For Meta-humans, they have slightly pointed ears, giving them an elf-like appearance. Meta-anthros have more vibrant colorful fur, or irregular patterns on their bodies. Depending on some Metas, they might have additional appendages or facial features or an extra sense.

Which is why Creon’s mutation is more bestial. The good news is, she probably doesn’t carry a potentially infectious disease like she was warned of. This was one of the prime reasons for why Creon feared her mutation and being set apart from her fellow Metas. The unpredictable fear of the unknown and how the world would treat what is different is why she hopes to never “reach full potential.” She fears being even more of a monster. Lots of war crimes were committed during her time of service.

That fear is why Creon forcefully stopped herself from mutating a few times during combat, even though that probably resulted in a lot of physical and mental trauma. After leaving service, she felt safe in the possibility of living a normal (in her terms) civilian life. What life-threatening, high-stress situation can possibly force her into Meta-evolving? Well you can thank Dr. Zane for launching a world-wide infestation of bio-engineered monsters.

Dr. Zane wanted revenge for having his work on bio-engineered, garbage eating life-forms was shut down after World War III. Especially when he was so close to a breakthrough. So he decided to punish humanity’s hypocrisy by unleashing his “monsters.” First they were harmlessly introduced as cute Fuz-Z pets (or toys).

Then on “Doomsday” as he called it, he sent out signals that caused the creatures to mutate to bigger monsters that laid carnage everywhere. Creon and Hinder were busy slaughtering most of the monsters in Acmetropolis, but this is what caused her body to fully mutate in response to the danger.

I don’t know how far in timeline it is, but Terry and Creon would have progressed far in their relationship. Terry was worried after 1 week of silence and no contact after the the Fuz-Z attack. He initially freaked out when Creon finally broke the news of her mutation. Terry would be the one stepping up in helping Creon readjust to her new normal as a Metahuman.

Meta-sentiment isn’t that favorable in the general public, especially in America. Very few places are tolerant of them. Metas are like an ugly reminder of World War III and America’s dirty laundry. Despite there being a few scattered in parts of the world, most will live secluded lives. Most end up living in obscurity.

Thankfully Creon has found support from her besties and fellow neighbors in the Crater community. Crater residents would have THE MOST beef with Metas, considering the Crater happened due to errant Metas losing control and wreaking havoc. But thankfully they’re usually the type of folks who mind their own business as long as you don’t mess with them. They’ve recovered strong after rebuilding from gang and turf wars, and the massacre of said gangs. It helps that they know Creon very well.

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waitingonavision · 9 months

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Hi! For your OC ask game: 1, 5, 25, and 26. 🙂

Thank you for the ask!! 💕💕

1. What is your OC’s favorite color?

I think he likes peacock blue the best!

5. What is your OC’s first memory?

Hmmm... There's there's probably this one memory he has of eating papaya with his parents, maybe even on Tu B'Shvat. I wouldn't necessarily call it his first memory, but it's the one that comes to mind for him.

25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

In all honesty, my primary desire was to have someone who could help Bruno along his Jewish journey. It took a long time for me to develop a real backstory and personality for Mo, but he's taken on a life of his own!

Mo's original design was based on Oscar Isaac from Inside Llewyn Davis: the curly hair with the puff in the front, the beard, the soft belly. And then I decided to make him stockier and give him a rounder belly, and it all clicked, haha. His personality is based on a few Jewish friends I know and admire IRL, plus some traits I just think are Good.

26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

Mo is lonely 🥲 He would like to make more friends lol.

The Madrigals become good friends of his, though. And I've been playing with the idea of him and Bruno being in a queerplatonic relationship, though their "default" relationship is just friends.

Weirdly enough, he's fairly tight with Padre Flores, the Encanto's priest. They spar over plenty of topics, probably have a Bible study thing going on, and can get pretty fed up with each other, but they're still buddies. I bet they get together for coffee and such. #oddcouple (I'll add a doodle of them later.)

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I wanted to ask what you think a Hashirama reincarnated into mo dao zu shi as wei wuxian would be like.

Sorry, my brain sidetracked when I read this.

Madara is SO HAPPY that when he wakes up in his new life, he's not the heir. He has an older brother for once! An older brother who will deal with annoying elders, the paper, and ALL THE STRESS that comes with dealing with in-clan fighting.

Madara really didn't enjoy having to step in to settle disputes between two aunties over some old fight between the two that reached back 2 decades over a pretty hairpin but somehow evolved into a feud that involved over 3 dozen people. (How? The grandkids got involved).

So Madara resolves to be lazy, to be on vacation. He enjoys his birds, he doodles everything that he sees, and he sleeps until noon because he no longer has to wake up at the crack of dawn for conditioning and fighting.

And no matter what his older brother says, he refuses to "train". He already knows how to fight, so why would he bother to go attending the so-called training classes to learn things that he already knows?

Ah, his second life is good. It's so great. He really enjoys being Nie Huaisang and carrying around a fan, a token to his previous life as Uchiha, to swat at people.

Naturally this is how and why Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian become the BEST of friends, brothers even in troublemaking, at Gusu Lan. It's Madara and Hashirama recognizing each other and falling back into the good old days of playing in the creek and laughing under the trees.

#madara #hashirama #uchiha madara #hashirama senju #naruto ideas #naruto #mdzs #mdzs ideas #mao dao zu shi #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #the untamed #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #hashirama and madara reincarnates as wei wuxian and nie huaisang respectively au

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moomoomooing · 2 years

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moomoo’s landing

I’m Kai! I draw :D

I draw for whatever im interested in! Currently thats Twisted Wonderland and Seventeen~ I also draw lots of oc/ original artwork as well.

This is a SFW blog: I will never post or rb full NSFW content, suggestive art will be cropped and the full piece under a cut. If I happen to draw NSFW, again I will post a sfw crop of it here, and there will be a link to a separate site with the full image.

This blog also contains spoilers for any of the fandoms I’m in. I won’t tag anything as spoilers unless I’m talking about it within 3-ish days of it’s release, so be warned!

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I used to be in Genshin (I recently quit) but heres my favs anyways- Chongyun, Shenhe, Diluc, Scaramouche, Jean

Genshin Mains Jean, Zhongli, Ayato, Chongyun, Shenhe

Other games I like: Professor Layton, Nonary Games (I’ve only played the first so far), Bloodborne (never played, only watched), Hades, For The King, Inscryption, Pokemon, Stardew Valley, Monster Hunter World, Monster Hunter Rise, Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion, Outer Wilds

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writings-are-moving-soon · 3 years

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Prompt List 1; 72. “I kept every letter…”

Author's Note: This is a flash fiction snippet from a work-in-progress SOA fanfiction I'm currently writing up. Please still enjoy it. At this time, I don't know how to get Irish accents across in text form, but I am learning. I'm still getting the hang of the Scottish accent as well. Please forgive me for any mistakes you might find.

Pairing: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Brianna Clancy (OC belongs to war-wolf-rogue)

Brianna's Description: Straight, middle-back length, red hair; dark emerald green eyes

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 795

Filip just pulled into the driveway, the sound of the motorcycle bringing a smile to your face. Ever since you two had a very long conversation and a very intimate reunion, he’d been coming home pretty often. Every night that he was here at your home, it felt like there had been no time taken away from the both of you.

Tonight would no doubt be any different than how most nights went, except that you wanted to show him something that you had actually kept since your school years and up until the nasty breakup in the past.

You turned everything off, starting to plate up the meal. Tonight’s dinner was made up of some other of his favorite foods that you knew he liked.

When Filip let himself inside, he sniffed the air while taking off his kutte and boots. He stepped into the kitchen and saw you finishing up to plate up dinner. “Smells delicious. Wha’ all did ye make tonight?”

Smiling, you answered, “A little bit of salmon, bangers and mash, and some vegetables. I have some rolls on the table as well if you’d like some. Could you grab some sodas to drink, please?”

“Ye spoil me too much, love.” He shook his head, moving over to you to kiss your cheek before he opened the fridge and grabbed out sodas for the both of you. Once he took them over to the table, he put them down and sat down himself. You followed him a couple seconds afterward with two full plates, silverware already on the table.

“No, I spoil you just the right amount, mo ghraidh.” You corrected him as you had to also laugh a little.

“Pretty busy day?” You queried as you set the plates down in their proper place as well as sitting down yourself.

“Aye, jus’ glad ta be here ta relax and enjoy tha' night.” He looked down at his dinner while opening his soda. “I cannae believe ye actually still remember what I like to eat.” He smiled, but it really did mean so much that you remembered his food choices.

“There are many things that I haven’t forgotten about.” You commented as you both started on the meal.

“Speaking of things that I haven’t forgotten about…I have something to show you after we’re finished with dinner.” You added with a smile, “Nothing bad, I promise.”

Filip was wary about surprises more than ever now, but he did trust you to keep your word on if they were good or if they were going to be a little rough to know about.

~ Time Skip ~

After finishing dinner, you put the plates in the sink and took some time to put leftovers away as well as start soaking dishes. You grabbed two beers to take upstairs to your bedroom with you and Filip followed you up.

Once you two were in the room, you handed him one of the beers when he sat down. You put yours down on the table and went over to the closet to get out a lockbox. In the writing desk was your key for it. Bringing it over to the bed, you set it down and opened it, turning for him to see in it and sift through it.

“I’m not sure how much you think back on our school life and such, but I kept every letter that you ever wrote to me, even when I hadn’t known it was you leaving them in my locker. I also kept the love notes up until our bad breakup.” You shrugged, taking the time now to grab your beer and open it for a sip.

He did pull it all out to sift through and he even saw little doodles of things you’d made over the time back then that he’d never seen. The newest portions of what you drew and kept more were original stuff of ways you had wanted to say you’d missed him, saying sorry, how you still loved him, some just ways to cope with your own internal battles and struggles before you’d had the time to reunite.

It was a good little surprise, even with the small bits of the pain you’d felt and tried to put other positive methods of dealing to use.

He teared up a little bit, putting it back in the lockbox before grabbing your hand and pulling you to him. He set your drink aside and guided you to straddle his lap to perch yourself where he could hug you and kiss your lips. “Brianna, mo Bhanrigh, thank ye for showin’ me tha’. I love ye so much, baby.”

“I love you too, Filip.” You kissed him again before he laid back with you not going anywhere anytime soon.

#filip telford #soa x reader #soa imagine #soa chibs #chibs imagine #chibs telford #sons of anarchy

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i-dnt-know-either · 3 years

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Thinkin bout DinCobb soulmate AUs like:

That one AU where you don’t see color until you make eye contact with your soulmate. Except it has to be direct eye contact, so looking through the visor of a helmet doesn’t count. It’s one of the reasons the Children of the Watch are so adamant about the helmets at all time thing—a soulmate is a weakness, something an enemy can exploit. And so we have Din and Cobb, unknowing soulmates because Din is stuck behind his visor. And then Din wanders back to the marshal after giving Grogu to Luke, lost and just on the edge of broken, and he takes his helmet off because what does it matter anymore and suddenly he realizes that Cobb’s scarf is red and oh no he’s crying again. And Cobb wraps his arms around him and holds him as he falls apart, too busy worrying and caring for this broken man to admire the world around him. It’s only an hour later, when the tears have stopped, that Cobb lets himself think about colors and all he can think about is brown curls and brown eyes and how none of the other colors even matter. And Din is doing the same, deciding that red is his favorite color because it’s Cobb’s color.

Or the one where you have your soulmate’s name tattooed on you somewhere. And Cobb’s been waiting his whole life to meet whoever Din Djarin is, whereas Din is terrified he’ll meet Cobb Vanth at the end of a blaster or see his name first on a bounty puck before he ever hears the person introduce themselves. So when they meet, and Cobb does introduce himself—wrapped in armor that’s not his, maybe-not-quite an enemy—Din isn’t sure what to do. And Din spends the rest of his time with the marshal panicking over what to do. By the time they defeat the krayt dragon, the armor has been properly returned and Cobb is most definitely an ally-maybe-friend, and Din has to make a split second decision on if he’s going to reveal his name—because he has to leave, has to complete his mission, but damn if the marshal doesn’t make him want to stay. And Cobb deserves to know—deserves to know his soulmate is more or less a living suit of beskar, doomed to roam the stars forever. So he tells him, prepares himself for the worst, and is surprised when Cobb just smiles and tells him he’d better plan on staying at least the night then because Cobb’s not about to let him go that easily, not when he just got him. (Putting the rest under a cut cause this post got long)

Or the one where anything you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate. Cobb takes up a habit of always carrying a marker with him—markers last the longest on his skin—and he’ll write down his thoughts throughout the day, tell his soulmate about Mos Pelgo, sometimes he’ll make little doodles if he’s bored. He writes jokes and stories, hoping his soulmate reads them. His skin is bare—he had one single sentence show up in his entire life. “My name is Din Djarin.” Nothing else, and Cobb wonders and wonders. And then the Mandalorian walks into his town, and Cobb takes his marker that night and tells his soulmate about shiny beskar and adorable green children. The next morning Mando acts funny, keeps staring at him when he thinks he’s not looking. It isn’t until a day after they defeat the krayt dragon—and Cobb takes the time to tell that story in detail, taking up the skin on both of his thighs and one of his arms—that words appear, dark ink rippling across his left forearm. “I hope our paths cross again.” Cobb smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. Din becomes a bit more interactive at that point—not much, but he’ll let Cobb know he and the child are safe, where they are, what they’re doing. The sentences are usually short and to the point, but Cobb cherishes every one. He keeps Din up to date on Mos Pelgo, the townspeople, the Tuskens. Wishes him “good night” and “stay safe” every night before he goes to bed, tells him “good morning” and “good luck” when he wakes up. Sometimes he’ll just write Din’s name on his arm, a secret between the two of them, and it sends a thrill through him when his own name appears mirrored on his other arm. And then the messages stop. And Cobb’s terrified, weeks go by until finally a message appears, the handwriting shaky. “We’re safe. Kid is with his people. Can I come home?” And Cobb tells him yes, of course. An unfamiliar ship appears in Mos Pelgo soon after, touches down just long enough for one person to disembark, still beskar wrapped but helmet tucked under his arm. And Cobb opens his arms and welcomes him home.

Or the one where any wounds you take—bruises, scratches, scars—appear on your soulmate. And Din would feel sorry for his soulmate—he’s been through a lot, during training and then as an adult—if he didn’t have so many bruises and cuts and scars from his soulmate too. He can’t help but wonder who they are, what they’re like to have just as many injuries as he does. It isn’t until the star-shaped scar appears and someone tells him what that probably means that he understands. And he feels anger and sorrow and a whole mess of emotions that he can’t do anything about because he doesn’t even know who or where his soulmate is—only that they’re a slave. So Din takes that rage and bottles it up, pushes harder into his training so that if he ever does meet his soulmate he can protect them, free them. By the time he meets Cobb, a lot of the rage has gone out, time and stress wearing down on him. He’s not really thinking about his soulmate when he offers to treat the marshal’s injuries after the fight with the krayt dragon—the marshal had offered the same to him, so it was only fair. They’re back in Mos Pelgo that night, in the marshal’s home, and Cobb has to remove his shirt so Din can get to some nasty bruising around his ribs. And there’s that star-shaped scar, right where Din’s is, and Din isn’t even thinking when he reaches out to touch it. Cobb whips around, anger flaring up in him, and Din scrambles to explain. Cobb doesn’t believe him until Din takes his armor and shirt off and shows the marshal the identical mark on his back. And Cobb is silent, unsteady, and so Din pulls him close and apologizes for all the scars he left on Cobb’s body over the years—there’s a lot, he knows. And Cobb apologizes too, because he’s never been able to back down from a fight, and it’s been a rough life. And they spend hours into the night telling the stories of their scars, tracing over them like roadmaps of their lives.

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*KOTLC incorrect quotes*

Anyways, a long list of incorrect KOTLC quotes, feel free to use these for anything if ya want!

Glimmer: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Fitz: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Fitz: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Keefe, holding up his class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Marella, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

Sophie: I wasn't hurt that badly. Elwin said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Marella: I choose to waive that right!

Marella: *screaming*

Brant (whoops sorry bout this one): Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

Sophie: I would never say that my best friend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s not true… Biana is a bitch and I like her very much!

Lex, Bex, Rex: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Keefe on Tuesday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Keefe on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

Forkman, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

Keefe, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Keefe, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Keefe: Somebody moved my E.L. Fudges, and now I am going to run away again.

Tam: Your existence is confusing.

Keefe: How so?

Tam: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

Sophie: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Linh: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

Dex: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Sophie: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Sophie, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Dex, to Stina: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

Sophie: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

Dex: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one, Wonderboy.

Marella: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Fitz: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

*out grocery shopping*

Linh: *takes a free sample twice*

Linh: Robbery and fraud. I am a Rebel (TM) .

Sophie: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Sophie: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Sophie: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Tam: No returns.

Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

Dex: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Dex: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Dex: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

Tam: Hey, what’s the name of the other guy who lives with Tiergan?

Linh: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Tam: That's not what I asked.

Linh: That is all the information I have.

Keefe: Ro, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Ro: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

(alternatively, Alden)

Linh: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Tam, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Marella: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Marella: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

Biana: I'm gonna get my piolet's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Fitz: The big five licenses?

Biana: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Dex: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Fitz: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Biana, do you think I have anger issues?

Biana: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

Keefe: So how’s the food Sophie made?

Fitz: It's great! Compliments to her.

Keefe: *goes to the kitchen*

Keefe: You're adorable.

Sophie: *blushes*

Biana: And now for a gay update with Linh and Marella.

Marella: Getting gayer.

Biana: Thank you, Marella.

Sophie: Hey, do you know the password to Keefe’s computer?

Biana: I love you, Sophie.

Sophie: Aww, that’s so swe—

Biana: No, you misunderstood, the password is "iloveyouSophie".

Sophie: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Fitz: Hey, Biana, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Biana: Yeah.

Fitz: And you, Tam?

Tam: Umm... yes?

Fitz: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Biana: Did he just-

Sophie: Do you cook?

Biana: I made a cake once.

Fitz: Yeah, it was good.

Biana: Really?

Fitz: Don’t make me lie twice, Biana.

Dex: Nice rock.

Keefe: Thanks, Tam gave it to me.

Tam: I threw it at you!

Keefe: Isn’t he the sweetest?

Juline: I just had a long talk with the triplets about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

Sophie: I made you all playlists!

Sophie: Tam, yours has only heavy metal and punk, and is dark like your soul.

Sophie: Keefe, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Sophie: And Biana has the ABBA Gold album.

Fitz: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Biana: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Dex: A realist sees a freight train.

Tam: The train driver sees three idiots standing on train tracks.

Mr. Forkle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Biana, Keefe, & Sophie: Okay.

Mr. Forkle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Biana: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Keefe: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Sophie: Bold of you to assume I can die.

Sophie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Keefe: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Dex: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Marella: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

Biana: What’s it like being tall?

Marella: Is it nice?

Sophie: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Fitz: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Stina: You have friends and I envy that.

Marella: You're welcome to share my friends.

Stina: *looks at Dex and Sophie*

Stina: I don't want those.

Della: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Fitz: I can't believe you made a whole day dedicated to Alvar.

Linh: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Tam: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Linh: Th-that's not how that works-

Marella: Do you want to know your gay name?

Linh: My... my gay name?

Marella: Yeah, it's your first name-

Linh: Haha. Very funny Marella-

Marella: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Linh: Oh- oh my god.

Glimmer: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

The Black Swan: Those are wanted posters!

Biana: Are you mad?

Tam: No.

Biana: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Keefe: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Biana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

Biana: *on the phone* Hey Fitz, do you know my blood type?

Fitz: Of course, it's A+.

Biana: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Fitz, to Sophie: Are you ready to commit?

Sophie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Literally Anyone: Hey, aren’t you Sophie Foster?

Sophie: You a Councillor?

Literally Anyone: No.

Sophie: Then yes, I am.

Sophie: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.

Stina:

Sophie: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Stina: I’m gay—

Sophie: Not what I meant, but cool.

Keefe: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Sophie: No, I said "Keefe, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

Mr. Forkle: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Sophie: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

Juline: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

Marella: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Marella: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Biana: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

Dex: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Fitz: Sure!

Fitz: Whats your favorite color?

Dex, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

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