#something something fighting against the bond

[doumadono]

For sinful sunday (I literally pray so my prompt gets some votes lol) - how about showering with Touya/Dabi???

Warnings: smut w/o plot, shower smut, rough smut, pussy fingering, oral (m receiving), fem villain!reader, established relationship, some spanking, quirk usage

A/N: this request got the third highest number of votes during the second Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA

It was hard to be a villain. 

The life you had chosen was not for the faint-hearted, and it had taken everything from you, leaving only a raw, jagged determination to fight back. 

Giran had seen that spark in you, the way your eyes had blazed with untamed fury when you crossed paths in a seedy alley one rainy night. 

You had been on the run, a fugitive without a cause, and he had offered you an opportunity — a chance to join the League of Villains. It hadn't taken much convincing. After all, you had nothing left to lose.

Joining the League wasn't easy. You had to prove your worth through countless trials, showing that you could stand your ground amidst the chaos. 

The League was a motley crew of outcasts and renegades, each with their own dark pasts and twisted motives. 

The first time you met Dabi, he barely acknowledged your presence, dismissing you as just another unnecessary mouth to feed. But your persistence, unwavering determination, exceptional combat skills and quick thinking caught his attention.

Beneath the animosity, there was an undeniable attraction, a pull that neither of you could resist.

He was tough, abrasive, and often cruel, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at you — a flicker of comprehension, a hint of appreciation.

You were both broken, scarred by the world, and your shared pain forged a bond that transcended words. 

Your relationship with Dabi had started with friction, but over time, the rough edges had smoothed, revealing a raw and intense connection. You found solace in each other's darkness. 

The hideout was silent, save for the creaking pipes and the distant hum of city life. 

You and Dabi returned after a particularly grueling mission. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, leaving you restless and on edge. 

The mission had been challenging, pushing both of you to your limits. Your muscles ached, and the grime and sweat clung to your skin, making you long for the solace of a shower, to feel clean again. 

Unfortunately, the building's hot water supply had failed. Again. 

Frustration welled up inside you, but the need to feel clean overrode your reluctance.

Stripping off your dirty clothes, you stepped into the cramped bathroom and unscrewed the tap in a shower stall. A shiver ran through you as the icy water hit your skin, drawing a whine from your lips. "Dammit," you muttered, hugging yourself for warmth, already shivering all over the body from the overwhelming cold. The icy water was unbearable, but you forced yourself to endure it, trying to wash away the remnants of the day.

The bathroom door creaked open, and you turned to see Dabi leaning casually against the frame, a smirk playing on his lips. "Cold, huh?" he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Yeah, no thanks to this shitty plumbing," you replied, teeth chattering.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up in that infuriatingly attractive way. He pushed off the doorframe and sauntered towards you. "Let me fix that for you."

You watched, captivated, as he undressed tantalizingly slowly. His white t-shirt came off first, revealing the patchwork of scars that adorned his torso, each one a testament to his brutal past. Next came his dark pants, sliding down his long legs with deliberate seduction. Finally, he stepped out of his boxers, leaving him gloriously bare, his cock you loved so much resting snuggly against his upper thighs.

Dabi stepped into the shower behind you. The cold water didn't seem to bother him; his quirk made him immune to such discomforts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "Can't let you freeze to death, can I?"

His quirk activated, his body heating instantly, and the water transformed from icy to blissfully warm. Steam rose around you, enveloping you in a sultry haze. The shower and bathroom felt like a sauna, the air thick with dampness.

You turned in his arms, pressing your body against his, squeezing your breasts against his chest. The heat from his quirk seeped into your skin, and you moaned softly at the delicious warmth. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes as the hot water soothed your aching muscles. But then, you felt his rough hands on your hips, pulling you closer. Your eyes snapped open to find him staring down at you, his gaze intense and filled with hunger.

Dabi's hands roamed over your back, trailing fire in their wake.

"Thanks, I needed that," you breathed, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

His response was immediate and hungry, his mouth devouring yours with a fervor that left you dizzy. His tongue teased yours, a dance of dominance and submission. 

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

As you two kissed, your hand drifted downward, brushing against the length of his cock. 

His breath hitched slightly, a low growl rumbling from his chest as you grasped his cock, stroking him slowly. 

The feel of him, firm and hot, growing hard and throbbing in your hand, sent a jolt of desire through your body, making your pussy wet. You couldn’t stop thinking about having this dick buried in your tight cunt, stretching your velvety walls to their limits.

The desire was so violent it seemed devouring your entire being.

His eyes darkened with lust, and he bucked slightly into your hand, the rhythm of your movements drawing a ragged moan from him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with an intense, burning need even though his damp bangs fell directly into his eyes. "You’re playing with fire," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Maybe I like getting burned," you whispered back, your voice a sultry whisper.

You kept on stroking his cock, occasionally brushing its mushroom head with your thumb as the two of you kept on kissing. Your other hand moved to his ball sack, where you gently massaged him, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from Dabi’s lips.

You moaned as his needy hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit with a fierce intensity. Dabi was impatient, and you could feel it in every urgent stroke. Soon, his long, middle finger slipped into your slick entrance, gently brushing your inner walls as he finger fucked you.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, leaving a path of scorching kisses that made you moan softly. “You’re so fucking wet.” His thumb started brushing against your folds, pressing on them and flicking against them, making you a moaning mess.

Your body arched against him, craving more of his touch, more of the heat that only he could provide. "Dabi, please..." you begged, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Impatient, aren't we?" 

“Please,” you whined, trying to make him slip another finger in your needy hole.

“Suck my dick and you’ll be rewarded,” he cooed, gently slapping your hand, pushing it off his one. as he brought his finger that was previously buried in you to his mouth, licking it clean. “Tasty as always.”

You knelt down before Dabi. The water flowed down your face and body, making your skin glisten with moisture. He looked down at you with a devious grin spreading across his face.

You began by gently kissing his inner thighs, teasing him with soft, wet kisses. 

He let out a soft moan.

Next, you wrapped your hand around the base of his hardening cock, enjoying the feeling of its weight in your hand. The water from the showerhead made it slippery and smooth, making your task all the more pleasurable. 

You then leaned forward, parting your lips to take the head of his cock into your mouth. 

He hissed through his teeth, hissing, "Fuck, yes," as you began to suck on the tip of his cock.

You swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit. It was a taste you had grown to love, and it only served to heighten your own arousal. You took his entire length into your mouth shortly after, your lips sliding down his shaft as your tongue swirled around him.

Dabi's moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. You could feel his hands on the back of your head, guiding your movements and urging you to take him deeper.

You moved your hand in sync with your mouth, stroking the base of his cock as you sucked on the head. You paused for a moment, looking up at him.

His eyes were partially closed, and his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy. 

You knew that he was close to the edge, so you decided to take it up a notch.

You took his cock into your mouth once more, using your hand to massage his balls as you pushed his dick as deep down your throat as you could, gagging yourself. You could feel his balls tighten, a sure sign that he was about to cum.

Dabi let out a loud moan, his cock twitching as he erupted into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled.

You swallowed every drop of his thick seed, savoring the taste of his cum as you milked his cock for every last drop. Still on your knees, you looked up at him smiling sweetly, your lips still wet and sticky with his cum.

Dabi smirked down at you, pulling you up to your feet. But then, he lifted you slightly so you could wrap your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the shower wall. 

“Dabi, please, I need you!”

He met your gaze, his turquoise eyes burning with desire. "I love it when you beg," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face. He nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, marking you as his. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him on. “Fuck me,” you whispered, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured against your collarbone, his breath hot and teasing as he lined his cock with your tight entrance.

Without another word, he pushed his cock into your pussy with a single, powerful thrust. 

You cried out, your back arching as pleasure and pain mingled in a heady rush. 

Dabi set a relentless pace. His large hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove deeper, harder. “So fucking tight,” he murmured.

The cool tiles pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he pinned you in place, fucking you rough, just the way he liked.

Your breaths mingled, ragged and urgent, as the tension built within you. You could barely catch your breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to anchor yourself. "Dabi," you moaned, your voice a mixture of desperation and bliss. "Don't stop."

His lips curled into a smirk at your words, and he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss. 

You could taste the salt of your combined sweat and the faint metallic tang of his tongue piercing.

He broke the kiss to nip at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't stop," he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down your spine. "Not until you scream my name." His grip tightened on your hips, and he angled his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You whined pathetically like a cheap whore. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

His hips pistoned into yours, his veiny cock brushing against all your sweet spots as he fucked you rough. 

Your eyes rolled back into your skull whenever the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix, making you wetter with every passing second. You were glad he was fucking you in the shower; otherwise, he’d leave you a total mess, too exhausted to clean yourself. You slipped one of your hands between your bodies to rub little circles around your clit for more friction, rolling your head back to rest it against the tiles as the pleasure made you shiver and moan.

Dabi chuckled darkly, squeezing the meat of your ass before spanking it hard enough to leave an imprint of his hand. "That's my little cockslut," he praised, nibbling your earlobe.

When he hit that particularly sweet spot of yours a few times in a row, you couldn’t help it. With a cry, you squirted, your release mixing with the water cascading around you, staining his shredded abdomen.

Dabi chuckled, licking his lips. "That's it, little matchbox, that's my good girl. Is daddy making you feel that good?”

“Y-yes,” you whined, burying your head in the crook of his neck, feeling all shy out of sudden. “I… I wanna cum…”

Dabi chuckled and hissed after feeling your pussy clamping down on his cock. "Daddy's going to make you cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, you both shattered, the release crashing over you like a tidal wave. 

Your pussy convulsed around his cock as if it tried to milk all of his cum, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. 

Dabi held you tightly, riding out his own peak with a guttural moan. Before he cum though, he withdrew from you, and jerked himself a few times, coming all over your abdomen with a loud groans escaping his lips.

As the aftershocks subsided, you clung to each other, the steam slowly dissipating around you. 

Dabi's forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and soothing. "Feeling clean now?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "Yeah, I guess… I feel even more tired, but damn, it was worth it.”

He kissed you gently, a tender contrast to the intensity of moments before. "Anytime, little matchbox. I fucking love you.”

You chuckled, gently stroking up and down his toned chest and abdomen. “And I love you too, my edgy arsonist.”

A frown crossed his forehead, but he let out a soft chuckle. "Well, this time I'll let it slip, but call me that again and I'll have to punish you."

You nodded, and the two of you began washing yourselves.

No matter how hard it was to be a villain, facing it together made it all worthwhile.

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[mustainegf]

OK I WASNT GONNA REQUEST CUS ITS MY FIRST TIME DOING SMTH LIKE THIS!!!! okay so basically black album! james and reader are out with the rest of the band at a restaurant or a store or smth and james ends up sneakily like ☝🏻ing her?? IDK IF THIS SOUNDS WEIRD OR U DONT GET IT BUT YEAH

THIS WAS SO FUN YO WRITE I LOVE SNEAKY STUFF LIKE THISSS

The restaurant buzzed with the sound of clinking glasses and the murmur of conversations. James, Lars, Kirk, Jason, and I sat at a large round table, tucked into a cozy corner.

It was a rare night off, and we were all enjoying the chance to relax and catch up. I sat next to James, feeling the warmth of his body close to mine as the guys bantered and laughed about their latest tour experiences.

I could feel James’s hand resting on my thigh, a familiar and comforting presence. We exchanged a quick smile, a shared understanding of the bond we had amidst the chaos of the rock and roll lifestyle.

As the conversation flowed, James’s hand began to move, his fingers gently spreading my legs under the table. I shot him a surprised glance, but he kept his eyes on Lars, who was recounting a particularly wild night on tour.

James’s fingers found the edge of my panties, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. He acted as if nothing was happening, his face a mask of calm as he laughed at Kirk’s joke.

Meanwhile, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against my most sensitive spot. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the conversation around me, but it was nearly impossible with the way James was touching me.

I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to maintain my composure. Jason asked me a question about my work, and I forced myself to respond, hoping my voice didn’t betray the pleasure coursing through me.

“It’s been busy, but I’m managing,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “How’s the new album coming along?”

James’s fingers began to move more insistently, stroking me in slow, deliberate circles. I had to fight the urge to squirm in my seat, my breath catching in my throat.

He continued to act completely normal, discussing the album with Jason while his hand worked its magic under the table.

“I think it’s going to be our best yet,” Jason was saying. “We’ve really pushed ourselves this time.”

“That’s great to hear,” I managed, my voice sounding slightly strained. I reached for my glass of water, hoping to hide the flush creeping up my neck.

James’s fingers slipped inside me, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to stifle a moan. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, his movements confident and unrelenting.

My heartbeat quickened, and I struggled to maintain a neutral expression as I responded to the guys’ questions and comments.

“So, how are you enjoying the tour?” Lars asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“It’s been…amazing,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. I glanced at James, who gave me a quick, knowing smile before turning back to the conversation.

James’s fingers continued their relentless rhythm, and I felt the pressure building inside me.

I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to focus on anything but the pleasure radiating from his touch. It was a cruel game he was playing, and he was winning.

Kirk started talking about a new riff he was working on, and I tried to listen, but my mind was clouded with desire.

James’s hand never faltered, his fingers plunging deeper, and I knew I was close to losing control.

James chuckled at something Lars said, his fingers curling inside me just right. I bit my lip harder, trying to keep my breathing even. The bandmates were none the wiser, their laughter and banter providing a cover for what was happening under the table.

The pressure built steadily, my body responding to James’s expert touch. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping his hand there, but he continued relentlessly, his thumb now brushing against my clit.

It was too much. I could feel my control slipping, the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

James glanced at me, his eyes dark with desire. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I gave him a pleading look, but he only smirked, increasing the pace. My body tensed, the wave of pleasure crashing over me as I came, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. I managed to stay silent, only a small gasp escaping my lips.

Inlet my head fall slightly, hoping nobody would see.

Kirk’s eyes were on me again, concern evident. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a bit flushed.”

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Just a bit cold, I’m fine,” I said, trembling slightly.

James withdrew his hand, casually sucking off his fingers without anyone seeing.

He gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze before turning his full attention back to the conversation, leaving me to catch my breath and regain my composure.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. I could hardly focus on the conversation, my body still tingling from the intensity of what had just happened. James acted as if nothing unusual had occurred, his demeanor cool and collected.

As we said our goodbyes and headed out of the restaurant, James leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You did great,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Let’s get home. I’m not done with you yet.”

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[fluff-n-cookies]

Hello :)

Could you please do and platonic Aizawa x daughter reader?

His daughter is in her teen years so she is being like really rebel and all that so they fought a lot, but one day she just breaksdown during one fight and starts crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?

I have been avoiding this for so long, and it's all because I have no idea how aizawa would handle something like this. because it goes against everything that Aizawa would try and teach his kid so this may be a little forcefully written, apologies.

TW : unhealthy parenting, mental illness, some suicidal thoughts, probably angsty shit, I dunno, read at your own risk.

We can start this by walking through how this may start in the first place. I think the best place to start is that reader's mom left her and Aizawa when she was very young, and Aizawa, assuming here he didn't understand how to properly tell her why her mother left her, never tells her why.

Now reader is very young so she might blame one of two things.

herself

her father

While both instances would technically work, I think the more favorable option is she blames herself since a young child would probably never blame an adult they look up to and hold dear as the problem.

Up to this point her father has been really kind to her so the only other variable is her, this spirals into social anxiety, low self esteem, and depression. all of which don't help when you have an absent mother and a neglectful father who is both a teacher and a full time hero, which leaves little to no room for children.

(this is also why I think it isn't realistic for Aizawa to keep Eri or a child without another non-hero caretaker. Fight me, I dare you.)

As time goes on, and this child becomes a teenager, she might not know how to properly express her feeling and after being misguided by factors like the internet, other adults, and "friends" she might take out the feeling of being abandoned on her closest caretaker and another source of her problems; Aizawa.

if you purposely yell at him or start arguments it's not going to be very fun because Aizawa has this complex where if his students or other heros represent incompetence or arrogance he expels them or ignores him rather than explaining it to them and helping them improve, this is especially with students.

and since he lacks a true connection with you as his daughter mainly because of his job(s) and past with Oboro which he is still trying to heal from keeping him from bonding with you, he'll treat you as a student like the rest of the teenagers he knows. and even then, you may actually be treated worse than his students because while he interacts with them daily, he interacts with maybe 1 hour every other day.

so from all that he simply ignores you, just stops interacting with you entirely, he's too tired for your bullshit. this action makes the wedge between you two even worse.

if you keep persisting though he will yell back but it's often really short and really loud. something like "SHUT UP" a cold "I don't care." before slamming the door in your face. He knows it's probably not right to do that to your daughter but let's face it. you're just this annoying teenager he legally has to live with if he doesn't want to lose his hero and teaching license.

this is where things actually get very interesting, because let's assume he stops approaching you entirely, you just live in the same house nothing more than that, and while you may act like you hate your father for ruining your family and neglecting you all your life on the outside, remember, you're still that little kid in second grade that blames yourself for your mother leaving and your father not caring for you.

so let's say you realize this and go back to blaming yourself for everything like you did when you where a kid but since your father stopped talking to you entirely explaining your faults to him maybe difficult.

this where my personal experiences come in, I've actually had this happen to me in my own life, and I truely hope that you'll enjoy it. thank you.

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why is it that the voices are the loudest in the dead of night?

the moon is gone, the birds are silent, there isn't a single light that shines on your tear streaked face, puffly, swollen, sad, just sad.

years of confusion, neglect, a lack of love in it's purest form.

all because of you.

it's all because of you.

it's sings so prettily, like it's a church choir spreading the word of the lord like it's common knowledge.

it's common knowledge that you are a terrible person!

it cackles.

the urge to strangle yourself to finally feel some relief has never been stronger.

lie awake in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, a proper scenery to match ones broken and cracked soul, be careful, you might hurt yourself, again.

however, one cannot weep in their wallows forever.

the night has to make way for the morning sun.

and a relaxed self pity has to make way to dread.

dread.

dread of him, he who you blame for everything, everything you know is your fault.

it's all your fault.

a click at the door,

the creak of the old wood and the hinges never oiled.

mild thumping footsteps that wander around the apartment that can barely hold your overflowing buckets of tears.

you can mumble out all your pleas.

pleas that this is all a terrible nightmare and your real life is actually one with a kind and loving mother and a supportive and encouraging father.

mumble out the little lies that you made up all these years to make yourself feel worse and other better.

"it's pointless to keep trying."

"I wish I wasn't here."

"why can't I just be happy?"

"it's all my fault,

it's all my fault,

it's all my fault."

the thin walls don't do those in mourning justice though.

for the wind is calm, the branches don't dare to move, the owls, the bats, the sleeping heros in training downstairs don't make a peep.

for the only ones alive, awake, aware, is a man beaten down and broken by society serving as it's protector, ignoring the one in most need of protection all this time. With him is a girl. a girl that's scared, scared of her mirror image that haunts her, a girl who's cried an ocean, screamed a thousand wails of pain, a girl lost in her own heart,

"No wonder no one loves you."

you lie again.

but keen ears trained from years of work with villains hears you, for the first time, he hears you.

not the rebellious teen he's seen yell out strings of pure hatred and fiery insults like he's her own worst enemy.

it's the girl who he saw waiting on the steps to their apartment all those years ago. waiting for her mama to come back home with the promise of cupcakes.

it's the girl who never smiled for the remainder of elementary school.

it's the girl who's heart withered way that autumn evening.

he heard the softest little voice in the dead of night. he heard his daughter cry

"No wonder no one loves you."

.

.

.

"But I love you."

for that whole night, for that whole night.

the peace was disturbed.

for that whole night, it seemed that the moon shone once again.

it may not be the sun. but it'll do for now.

Aizawa walked away shortly after that.

leaving a little girls and her mirror image to ponder.

ponder.

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Afterwards I don't think he'd talk about it too much, he's proabably approach you after breakfast the next morning and tell you "you can talk to him about it if you want." but not much more than that

he definitely would change his practices though. like getting you a therapist, taking the weekends off in favor of being around the house more.

he'll let you get used to his presence first like one would with a cat, and one day. maybe years later, or tomorrow, you'll talk to him.

you'll tell him you love him too.

and maybe.

just maybe.

the world will stop,

and everything will be okay.

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[maxie-fallon]

It is currently 8 am and I stayed up all night writing. This idea I had a while ago crept its way back into my mind and would not let go until I had written this thing out. Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, I am very sleep-deprived and have not properly proofread it.

Enjoy!

After Morgause’s ritual Ygrain may have vanished from Arthur’s sight but she did not leave his side. She watched his rage build as he rode back to Camelot. She watched as he confronted Uther about his newly acquired knowledge of the circumstances of his birth. She watched as the man she once called husband so flippantly dismissed the charges laid against him and felt her own rage boil inside her, echoed in the fury of her son's words. She watched as Arthur threw down his gauntlet, as the seriousness of the situation finally hit Uther. She watched their fight with a sick mix of satisfaction at Uther finally facing consequences and horror at Arthur’s actions.

By the time the servant boy arrived horror had won out. She was relieved when he managed to talk Arthur down. She desperately wanted Uther to face justice for what he’s done but not this way, not by Arthur’s blade. The murder of one's father is a stain on the soul that can not be washed out and one she would never wish upon her beloved son.

She understood why the boy, Merlin, had lied to stop Arthur. In the state of mind he was in she doubted that anything else would have stopped him from running Uther through. Though she could tell it pained him to say such words. Since the day Merlin had arrived in Camelot Ygraine had watched this boy protect her son with magic and now he forced himself to speak ill of it in order to protect his soul. She’d grown fond of Merlin as she’d witnessed the growing bond between him and Arthur but this instilled an affection for him in her that almost rivaled that of her love for Arthur. His care and devotion to Arthur was as endearing as it was heartbreaking.

That night she watched over Arthur as he slept, as she had done many nights before. As she expected he had trouble falling asleep and what sleep he found was not restful. She knew she could do little to soothe him but she hoped that on some level he knew she was there and that her presence would help.

Currently, he lay on his side, face smushed into the pillow and hair fallen over his eyes. For now, he had stopped tossing and turning in his sleep and seemed to be getting some level of rest. Ygrain smiled at the image he made. Oh, how she loved her ridiculous boy.

She reached out, wishing to brush the hair away from his sleeping face. When her fingertips reached the golden strands she expected them to pass through, instead she felt their softness against her skin. She pulled her hand away with a gasp. Surely she had imagined it. But then she looked closer. The hair she had reached for sat differently than it had before. The difference was miniscule but it was there. She had touched her son’s hair. And her touch had caused it to shift ever so slightly. 

Slowly she reached out again and could not contain a smile as her fingertips connected with Arthur’s hair once more. She lifted her hand upwards towards the side of Arthur’s head and marveled at how the strands of hair followed her movement. She shifted his fringe away from his eyes and smoothed out the hair that stood on end. She ran her fingers through those silky golden threads with reverence. 

She never thought she’d feel what it was like to touch something again. She thought that brief moment during the ritual would be the first and last time she’d get to hold her son. She never thought she’d get to experience this simple joy of stroking her baby’s hair while he slept.

As she continued to tentatively move her hand she felt him shift beneath her fingers and she froze. The last thing she wanted was to wake him. But that wasn’t the case. No, instead he leaned into her touch. She released a breath she didn’t need and continued her ministrations. Arthur nuzzled into her touch, his face so relaxed and peaceful. Ygraine wished she could stay in this moment forever.

Minutes passed, or it could have been hours, Ygraine was uncertain. But eventually, Arthur rolled over in his sleep and out of her reach. With the moment broken, Ygraine turned her attention to the things around the room. Could she touch them? 

A glinting of light caught her eye. The sun was beginning to rise and the morning rays were peaking through a small gap in the curtains covering the windows, shining off of the gold tassels. She made her way over to them and eagerly reached out to grab hold of the closest one. A huff of quiet laughter escaped her as she felt the expensive material in her hand. She moved her arm this way and that way, amazed as the heavy fabric followed her movements. She delighted in the way they caused the light to shift and sparkle off of the tassels. With a sudden burst of confidence she scrunched up her fistful of curtain and flung it to the side, pouring light into the room. Behind her, she heard a groan from Arthur.

“Too early Merlin” He grumbled before settling back to sleep.

Whatever spell Morgause had cast had changed things. She could touch Arthur. She could move the curtains. She could interact with the physical world.

Ygraine smiled. It seems she has some unfinished business to attend to.

#Ygraine The Wraith Queen #bbc merlin #ygraine pendragon #ygraine de bois #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #fuck uther #merlin #merlin emrys #merthur #arthur x merlin

[billybatsonbrainrot]

Very interested in 4. from the WIP game!

Goodbye Marvel: Based on issue#4 of the current Shazam run but with a few changes.

Billy is homeless but still part of the Justice League. His reason for being on the moon is still the same. The gods have been fighting for control over Captain Marvel and putting Billy in danger against his will. And then Zeus was about to give Billy's first kiss to a grown alien woman and Billy freaks out. He transforms back, which leads him to getting blasted into space.

The whole experience was surreal to Billy. He never really felt like he was actual danger whenever he was Captain Marvel. This was different than all the other times he's fought in a battle. He's transformed in the middle of a fight plenty of times but he's always able to turn back into Cap without worry and in the nick of time. But at least back then it was his choice on what fight to pick. He was brought here and put in this situation against his will all because the gods wanted people to worship them again and decided that using him as their puppet was the way to do it. He's never felt more betrayed.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't feel safe as Captain Marvel anymore because he can't transform now even to save his own life. He can't breathe. He was blasted into space without a helmet on and he's slowly losing air. Anything that came out of his mouth were just gasps for air as he slowly drifted away. He didn't even get the chance to tell anyone in the Justice League where he was, so he knew no one was coming to save him. It was only thanks to Zeus, who threw a lightning bolt his way because he felt a tad guilty for almost inadvertently killing their champion.

After Billy deals with mess, because of course he had to clean after the gods after nearly dying, he flies back to earth and transforms back into Billy before the gods even have the chance to do or say anything. He then runs into any abandoned building he could find for privacy, and he just breaks down.

He thinks of the events that just happened in space. How he almost died, but mostly of how alone he felt. He was going to die surrounded by nothingness instead of people by his side. And he probably won't even be the one everyone remembers, that would be Captain Marvel, the one people would search for if he ever went missing. Billy Batson would just be forgotten, known by no one. Those were his only thoughts when he nearly lost consciousness.

Billy continues to cry with no one to comfort him until he is eventually found by someone and the police come, and Billy lets himself be taken away. He's too tired to do anything. He doesn't care if he's going back into a foster home, he'll figure that out in the morning. He just wants an actual bed to sleep in and eat real food. After the day he had, it was the least he could do.

He'll just have to suck it up and be okay with whatever family they put him with until he has to run away again. Except, the Vasquez's aren't like any family he's ever been with. They give him the space he needs when they see his tear-stricken eyes, and they're understanding about it too, not asking too many questions.

Billy meets the siblings in the morning and already feels himself getting attached. They're bonded pretty well over breakfast, best food he's had in a while. Mary is nice, Freddy is funny, Pedro is shy, Eugene knows a lot about video games, and Darla is adorable. They're all understanding too, they don't make Billy feel like an outsider despite being a newcomer.

Billy doesn't run away, he stays.

Billy is confronted by something he never knew he wanted. He wants to be a regular kid, be part of a family, go to school, maybe even college. For the first time in his life, he's actually thinking about his future, not how he's going to survive the following week but years ahead. Maybe it was because the foster care system actually did something right and put him in a loving family. He didn't think it was possible for him to even think this way, to hold out hope for a future.

Billy's only problem now was Captain Marvel, the one thing that bought joy to his life now brings misery. There was a good chance that being Captain Marvel would bring chaos to not just him but his new family. And an even greater chance that he'll die in battle one day if the gods decided to act stupid again. He knows he has responsibilities, but he was too young to know what he was getting himself into.

Billy makes a rash decision; he's going to quit being Captain Marvel.

#billy batson #shazam #ask game #i think the post got too long so consider this part 1 #I'll make a part 2 later #but justice league pov

[theresattrpgforthat]

Is there a self-shipping/yumeshipping TTRPG?

THEME: Self-Shipping/YumeShipping

Hello friend, so what I understand you are asking for that allow you to pair your character romantically with someone, a kind of [your name] sort of affair. I have yet to find a game that is specifically about this, but there are some work-arounds!

From what I understand about the community much of the hobby is very personal, so I stuck with Solo RPGs for this one. Not all of these games are romantic in nature, but they do all revolve around your character’s relationship with one other person.

I Must Find Bigfoot and Bang Him, by Rev Casey.

Motif-powered journaling game about your quest to find Bigfoot and woo him.

Track Bigfoot, facing periodic obstacles. Face Bigfoot. Try to earn his trust. Woo him with overtures and gifts.

How will your story end? Will you face failure and heartbreak? Or will you successfully win over your dream cryptid?

With an open ended narrative and simple Motif answer engine, I Must Find Bigfoot And Bang Him is a replayable experience with a new story each time. 

This is a game where wooing the one you love feels tangentially related to hunting, primarily because Bigfoot is hard to find. Whenever you have a question about the world around you and the things that might stand in your way, you roll 2d6. One result will tell you either yes or no, while the other result will tell you whether there is an “and” or a “but”. Wooing Bigfoot seems to primarily consist of offering him gifts, and rolling to see whether your encounter ends in Rejection or Romance.

This might be a good game for you if you are interested in shipping yourself with monstrous characters or characters that are kind of loners. I think it would probably be able to tweak the setting to match the kind of person you’re trying to find and woo; perhaps your character is trying to organize a meet-cute with a member of nobility, or hunt down a superhero in a big city.

I Love You But We Must Fight, by Mr. Zech.

I Love You But We Must Fight is a solo role-playing game where you play a single Hero tasked with defeating the Great Villain threatening the world. You’ve fought hard, sacrificed much, and now you are preparing for the final showdown. There’s only one hiccup: you love the Villain, and you wish to defeat them without destroying them. This game aims to tell stories like Star Wars and Naruto.

ILYBWMF has rules for playing with a group if that is something that you’d rather do, but the basic story is about a hero fighting a villain that they love. There are a list of questions for both the Hero and Villain that help define who they are and what their relationship is. If you have a specific villain in mind, you can probably just choose the options that make the mos sense for you.

This is also a great chance to take characters you love and place them in a different universe; perhaps you want to see what it would be like if you were facing off against Zuko in Star Wars, or Team Rocket in Legend of Zelda. The course of gameplay revolves around drawing playing cards from a deck to answer prompts about how you plan to face them, your history with them, and the reason they turned to evil.

Elegy, by Miracle M.

Become a vampire.

Elegy is a solo role-playing game about surviving the big city nights as a vampire. Feed to keep your fury at bay, play your role in maintaining the secrecy of the vampire society, create deep bonds with other characters and fulfill promises to make your un-life meaningful to you.

Inspired by Vampire the Masquerade and Ironsworn, this is probably the heftiest game on the list, with the fullest potential for a long-term kind of game. You are a vampire; a powerful monster living on the edges of humanity, trying to keep your existence a secret and fighting anything deadly that stands in your way.

This is a great chance for a power fantasy, but it’s also designed to reflect on the loneliness of your situation. You can create connections in this game, but your relationships with mortals will often have a layer of insincerity, due to the fact that you cannot tell them who you really are. However, that doesn’t stop you completely from creating bonds with specific characters, although you’ll have to work very hard to make that connection stick. You can put yourself in the centre of a cast from another piece of media, drawing up some characters as mortals, some as enemies, some as fellow vampires, and perhaps even as potential lovers. You become the main character; everyone else is a part of your story.

Last Love, by kitsunemisoup.

Last Love is a solo journaling TTRPG where you stalk someone because you just love them that much! Their friends keep disappearing, so they're a little upset, but you're sure you can help.

If you want to embrace a situation where your character is not the hero, you might want to try Last Love. Your focus is more on what the stalker is like, and what they will do in order to get closer to their love. To play, you will need two coins, a tarot deck, and a journal. You can use the tarot cards to generate events and obstacles, while the coins are flipped when you have to determine whether or not the stalker is successful.

This is a very freeform game, giving you loose pieces of inspiration but leaving the flow of the story (and the number of times you flip coins) completely up to you. If you have a character in mind that your character would personally be stalking, you can fill in a lot of information as to their love’s personality, hobbies, and likes. The game that this is a hack of (Princess with a Cursed Sword) is meant to be a tragedy, so the chances of success are likely pretty low.

Letters to Sandra, by Gem Room Games.

Letters to Sandra is a single player letter-writing game about communication, trust, and betrayal.

Sandra Blank has gone off to college. You are one of 6 characters who is close with Sandra. She is corresponding with all 6 people throughout her first semester of college. Read excerpts of Sandra's letters to you, roll on news tables to reveal what you are choosing to share with her (and what you are choosing not to say), and decide for yourself whether or not to respect the privacy of letters not meant for your eyes.

This game is one that you might have to change or re-write quite a bit in order to replace Sandra Blank with a character of your choice, especially since you’ll have to edit pieces of information that come with the book. However, if you’re using a piece of established media, there are probably plenty of in-universe events that the character your writing to might have a reasonable chance of only learning about through hearsay. Your letter-writing experience would probably be motivated through a desire to have the person you’re writing to either see you in a positive light, or to provide a source of comfort if they are going through a troubling time.

If the idea of diving into complex emotions with a character you know well is something you’re interested in, perhaps Letters to Sandra is worth a look.

Alone With Yuri, by Joyce Dailyparadise.

You find yourself trapped in a desolate city with Yuri, a person whom you are not familiar with. With no one else around, the two of you must stick together in order to survive. As you spend more time with Yuri, you gradually learn more about this enigmatic individual.

Alone with Yuri is a hacked version of "Alone Among The Stars" by Takuma Okada. In this solo journaling game, you will delve into the nature of your companion, Yuri, rather than exploring a ruined city. Who is Yuri? Why does Yuri stay with you? Is Yuri your friend or enemy?

This is a game that allows you to role-play encounters with Yuri - or the character of your choice - in a situation where you are kind of strangers to each-other. You use a d6 to determine what Yuri shows interest in, and a deck of cards to generate encounters as the two of you travel through an abandoned city together.

This is a writing exercise for folks who love a good AU: the character you choose to play this with is not in their home setting: they’re in an abandoned city, and you are their companion. This might also allow you to discover new pieces of their personality that come about because of this new setting or experience.

You finish the game when you feel like you’ve come to a better understanding of who Yuri is. There is definitely a lot of potential to encounter things that dramatically change the tone of the game, but I think the prompts are broad enough to allow a lot of your own interpretation, and you can always ignore encounters that you don’t want to include.

Find Her, by Ty Barbary.

You don’t know where they took her, but you know you must find her. No matter who, or what, tries to stop you. You can’t lose her. Not again.

This is a one-page solo journaling game that chronicles your desperate pursuit of she who was taken. The setting, the circumstances, the challenges, and what she means to you* are yours to choose. You’ll need two coins and a Tarot deck to play, as well as a notebook or document to journal in.

If you are a fan of the movie Taken, you might be interested in this game. Another Princess With A Cursed Sword hack, this game puts a bit more focus on the person you are trying to save, and also re-frames your relationship as something more intimate. This is a great game for folks who like high-stakes, who want to wrestle with the possibility of failure, and who like stories about bonds formed in hardship.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg #solo games #self-shipping #yumeshipping

[radicalexchange]

I am "radqueer" to an extent. I believe that terms such as "transdisabled" and "transrace" both dismiss the struggles of their respective communities, but I believe things such as "transage" are completely okay. I also think that "lesboys" and "mspec lesbians" are, for the most part, invalid identities. Even if I do have a negative opinion on lesboys and mspec lesbians, I do believe that the queer community has no need to go against eachother while we still have so many people attacking us as a whole. Queer people should come together to fight injustice against us, not fight our brothers, sisters, and others in arms.

Transdisabled and transrace are both terms that dismiss the struggle that both disabled people and people of color have both gone through for basic human rights, and in some disabled people's cases their struggle to have a stable life.

Transdisabled - As someone with Autism, I struggle with a ton of things socially due to my disability. A "transautistic" person just feels like a slap to my face, because they are taking the "silly" and "cute" parts of autism while dismissing the struggle that some actual autistic people go through on the daily. I can't even begin to understand why someone would "feel as though they were meant to have [disability]", because if you don't have it then you clearly weren't meant to and will never truely be able to see the world in the exact way they do. Not to mention how a lot of these "transdisabled" people inforce stereotypes of the disabilities they're "transitioning" to. I have lost friends and had close bonds with family severed because of things I've been hyperfixated on, my struggles with tone, and many more autistic traits. I've been denied certain things because "an autistic person won't be able to do that!", and I've been told "you're just being lazy and using your autisim as an excuse" while I was crying due to overstimulation. Being autistic is something that I personally wish wasn't apart of me at times, but as every disabled person will learn, my disability is a part of me that I will have to learn to live with and manage.

Transrace - I won't go in too much depth about "transracial" people, because I myself am not a person of color. In my opinion, "transracial" completely dismisses the struggles that people of color experience around the world. If you are white and "transition" to a different race, you will still never fully understand the struggle that people of color have getting jobs or the way they're judged on the street. Also, every time I've seen a "transracial" person they simply live based on the stereotypes of that race which sounds beyond insulting. Claiming to be apart of that race while still inforcing the harmful stereotypes that they've been fighting for years just screams loud and incorrect.

Transage & others - I can get behind some transids though, like transage or transspecies. The only issue I have with these sorts of identities is the romantic and sexual aspects, but from what I've experienced in my years on the internet that hasn't proved itself to be a problem outside of bait accounts. I understand the want to be older than you are, and feeling as though you were meant to be an adult or a child. Sometimes I too feel as though I know more than the average child, not intillectually, and that I would maybe function better as an adult. I've also experienced the feeling that I should be younger, because I am not very emotionally developed and if I were younger that wouldn't be a problem anymore. It's an understandable feeling, and something I myself have experienced at some points. I wouldn't say I am "transage" or whatever a person who's age is fluid would be called, but I can understand the appeal and I support those who identify as such.

As for lesboys and mspec lesbians? I believe that this issue shouldn't be a priority while queer people are still being arrested, assulted in public, denied jobs, and more for simply being queer. I disagree with the idea of mspec lesbians competely, but I can understand lesboys in some contexts. But in the end, who am I to judge two consenting people in a relationship? It's not my place to decide what you do in your freetime, as long as both parties are okay with it.

Lesboys - I disagree with the idea of lesbian men, as the definition of lesbian is "non men loving non men". Though I can understand genderfluid people or nonbinary transmasc people being lesbians, and using the term "lesboy" to describe their experiences. Transmasculine people are not always "men", they are "masculine". I dislike the idea of a transgender man being a lesbian, because it defeats the purpose of "non men loving non men".

Mspec lesbians - The term "lesbian" is not an umbrella term for any nonman who loves nonmen. If you're looking for an umbrella term that accurately describes this, the term would be "sapphic". If you are a non man who loves men, you are by definition not a lesbian.

#Read pinned if you have a strict dni. #radqueer #transage #lesboy neg #lesbian boy neg #lesbian boy #mspec lesbian neg #mspec lesbian #transrace neg #transrace #transdisabled #transdisabled neg #rq #opinions #politics #queer #transid

[seven-homosexual-dinosaurs]

Doppelgänger

Now feels like a good time to post this

She has your eyes And your hair, and your smile, and your face

She has everything there is to you From the curl of your bangs to the twitch of your fingers Even the scar on your cheek Perfectly mirrored on an identical face

She wears your clothes Or at least, she used to A striped shirt A teal jacket

You think you’d be indistinguishable if you went back People already confuse you for her enough as is

You wear her clothes Or at least, you used to Cracked goggles Leather gloves

You don’t want to be indistinguishable from her Don’t want to miss out on conversations You were never really part of

Don’t want to be replaceable Don’t want to be replaced

She has your mannerisms Your ticks, your quirks, everything there is to you From the way she fidgets with loose threads on her gloves To the way she holds a sword like an extent of her being

You look in the mirror and see her smile Her frown, her glare, her snicker and smirk You look in the mirror and don’t know who looks back

You finally encounter her one day Outside of your tower, pacing in thought She stares at you and you know you stare back A twin, a clone, a doppelgänger

A deer caught in headlights Watching as metal death barrels towards it

She has your eyes And the bags that hang under The dirt smudged above Haunted by you and her and everything and nothing

She has your hair And the knots that have made themselves comfortable Burnt ends and choppy bangs Frantically altered in an attempt to separate “I am me, she is she” How funny that she had the same idea

She has your smile Your dimples, your crookedness, the twinkle in your eyes The gap in your teeth You don’t much smile anymore You don’t think she does either

She has your face A scar under her eye, a birthmark near your ear A misplaced blow leaves a shining bruise on your jaw You see her later that day sporting the same mark

She looks just as startled as you are And you don’t know if that’s better or worse

You have a doppelgänger A twin, a clone, a look-alike Identical to you in every way No matter how much it drives you both insane No matter how much you try to be different

At least, you hope she’s a doppelgänger You don’t like considering the alternative After all, how do you know she’s the doppelgänger? How do you know you’re the original?

#something something e! and hc! false being linked #something something prewritten fate #no matter what you do #something something fighting against the bond #poetry #falsesymmetry #empires smp s2 #empires smp #empires s2 #empires smp season 2 #empires season 2 #esmp #esmp s2 #seven writes #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s9 #hermitcraft season nine #empires x hermitcraft #hermitcraft x empires

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

au or not, if i see any universes where Sokka and Katara are separated for some stupid reason or another, im slashing your tires myself, while Katara steals your cat and Sokka steals your valuables

#they are a packaged deal ur honor #also ANYONE WHO TRIES TO SEPARATE THEM CAN DIE BY MY BLADE. ILL FIGHT #U WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE SIBLING BONDS LIKE I #no shame to anyone whose done this! #i just saw one too many Z tara aus where something something oh look Kataras all alone with no real family or whatever WRONG #Katara is a community girlie!! my love THRIVES in community with love and people to support and take care of and help!!! SHES A FAMILY GIRL! #THIS IS A BIG PART OF HER PERSONALITY???? BEING SHAPED BY GROWING UP IN THE VILLAGE AND IN A TIGHT KNIT COMMUNITY AND LOVING HOUSEHOLD #where with katara… i feel like at some point she ceases to be the beloved character we know and love. y’know? #z tara people just come off as wanting to alienate her so they can give katara and zuko an ‘us against the world’ #dynamic which will never compare to the kataang ‘us bettering the world. together’ #Katara aus… well. u can’t just change her whole lore. that’s NOT how her lore works. sadly. it’s not as versatile. #as Zuko. my man can fit so much trauma. #katara au #katara #katara alta #sokka #atla sokka #alta katara #sokka au #alta au

[krikeymate]

I’ve been thinking about Hyde!Wednesday, who has no idea what lurks beneath her skin. Her family has suspicions, they’ve always known there was something special about Wednesday, even for an Addams, but they’ve never thought to investigate too hard. After all, whatever it is will come out eventually, and they will love her just the same when it does. And if Fester recalls a section of a curious little book he read once upon a time, that’s stuck in his mind where all else has been forgotten, who can say why.

In the aftermath of Crackstone, Wednesday finds herself unsettled. There is a sense of wrongness, like a word on the tip of her tongue that never reveals itself, everything appears to have shifted slightly to the left, and nobody but her can tell. Wednesday hasn’t felt like herself since she stumbled from the school gates and was bowled over by a pink blur. Somehow, having Enid in her arms had felt right, and leaving them wrong.

Her world has turned upside down.

Wednesday has always been quiet, she thrives in the silence, but since she’s been home it remains just a little too quiet. It’s too easy to forget she’s home at all, her family finds. She no longer shies away from their contact, not from acceptance, oh no, she doesn’t even acknowledge it at all. Sometimes they will speak to her and it’s like she is a thousand miles away, unseeing, unhearing.

A rare moment of presentness has Morticia teasing her, perhaps her mind is with someone else, perhaps emotions are involved. No. Emotions are not the cause of this haunting in her mind, Wednesday knows. She had already come to terms with having developed feelings: chastisement for Xavier, protection for Eugene, respect for Bianca, and don’t even get her started on the affection for her roommate. No, Wednesday can recognise those, and has them locked away, so what is this consuming her?

#/mp #Wednesday Netflix #Wenclair #my writing tag #the tags tag #in this everything in s1 is actually canon and everyone has 0 idea at the time #maybe there is Hyde blood in the Addams line. maybe it doesn't need to be genetic. don't think about it too hard #what i'm getting at here is that wednesday's hyde was activated by a traumatic event. crackstone. and her hyde imprints on enid with the hug #wednesday had already developed feelings for her at this point and was ignoring them so no weirdness about that #wednesday be like im never going to fall in love and then have twice the capacity for obsession #S2 is the stalker - who KNOWS - trying to be the one to unlock her hyde and be her master. not knowing its already too late. #the stalker makes the stupid decision to take enid to get to wednesday. she drugs her. injured her. strings her up. and waits #enid - angry at herself for letting this happen - had tried so hard to fight against the drugs in her system. but it was useless. #she was useless. she didn't mean to say it but there was she was in so much pain. she whimpers wednesday...help #and something changes in Wednesday's eyes. and then with Wednesday. #and then wednesday as her hyde kills the stalker to protect enid in a nice parallel to wolf enid attacking tyler!hyde to protect wednesday #terrified moment once the deed is done where enid thinks she's going to die. but hyde!w just gently frees her from her bonds #and looks to her for more orders. and enid reaches out her shaking hand and cups her face and asks for wednesday back

[wolfcamellias]

“Macaque isn’t weak! Wukong is just too strong and makes him seem weak!” why are you afraid of making him the weaker one

#theres something so fun about it?? #BECAHSE THEN HE HAS TO WORK SMARTER! #THINK ABOUT IT #IF YOU POKEMON IS WEAK AGAINST FIGHTING AND DRAGON TYPES #THEN MAKE IT LEARN A MOVESET TO COUNTER IT #TAUNT! SUBSTITUTE! SHADOW BOND AND ICE BEAM!!!!! #FUCK IT MAKE KT LEARN A FAIRY TYPE MOVE TOO #point is: macaque being the weakest one would be FUN #make him work SMARTER

[disillusionedjudge]

{Hero Archetypes: The More... something version}

The Fallen Hero You are the Fallen Hero, a tragic embodiment of betrayal, vengeance, or perhaps a heart-wrenching love story turned awry. Whether exposed to corrupting influences, manipulated by deal-makers, brainwashed, extorted, blackmailed, or witnessing the destruction of sacred bonds, your descent into darkness is marked by profound sorrow and loss. You might have turned for the sake of greed. Yet within, a lingering spark of hope remains, compelling you to reluctantly extend assistance to the newcomers. Motivated by the sincere desire to shield them from the same tragic fate you endured, you find yourself driven to guide and protect, despite the shadows of your own past.

tagged by: @tarnishedxknight tagging: anyone!!

#quiz #((*taps fingers together* I have;;; thoughts on this #so this isn't. quite accurate for Gylfie as she does have morals and does act for what is good #which is going against Vayne and fighting for all of Ivalice instead of continuing to blindly go with Archadia's expansion #because she knows Vayne will destroy Ivalice in his constant need for power and Archadia will devour herself before she's full #so Gylfie never fell in the sense of turning on what is right and following Vayne without question #or continuing to believe that it was the destiny of the Empire to conquer all #with that all said - I can see her having a corruption arc and I think that'd be fun to explore heh #but also this is accurate with how Gylfie sees *herself* #I really should write a post about this at some point lol #but Gylfie doesn't believe herself to be a good person whatsoever. She used to believe Archadia was the best of the best for *years* #and felt it appropriate for the Empire she loved so much to continue her expansion and that Rozarria was 100% the enemy #and... never thought twice about the smaller kingdoms caught in the warpath #her mother's criticism of Archadia slowly began to chip at that but she wasn't disillusioned until Nabudis because *that* #was something she absolutely couldn't get behind no matter how she felt about the Empire. it was a horrific and brutal act that greatly #disturbed her and really snapped her out of it #also Ffamran leaving did make her start to question things a bit but not quite enough #anyway my point is: Gylfie doesn't believe herself to be a good person. she believes herself to be a *product* of war #to be too much like her father to be a good person #and that she's done so much harm that there is no room for her to be good #with that said she doesn't necessarily see herself as a horrible person but. definitely not a good one #and ABSOLUTELY doesn't see herself as *any* kind of hero - she'd honestly just laugh if someone called her one #but she had been brainwashed essentially and she had witnessed destruction of sacred bonds #and she has acted selfishly and she has done horrible things in the name of the Empire #but she also tries so hard to do *right* despite it all. she *wants* Archadia to be better #she *wants* Ivalice to remain whole and she does what she can to see Vayne defeated and Archadia changed for the better #her goal of becoming Judge Magister changes from her believing it was her birthright to her wanting to be one to make sure Archadia #stays on track and continues to do better under Larsa's rule because she knows he'll make the Empire *better* #and she's willing to do whatever she can to protect him and protect Archadia's future #but with that she may have to do things that wouldn't necessarily be considered *good*

[innytoes]

Winter Prompts! 15 & 29 for Reggie/Carrie?

@invisibleraven is to blame for suggesting Nuclear Winter Apocalypse AU and @salamandergoo for suggesting romantic bunkers at the end of the world in response to me complaining that it's hard to write winter fics in LA because the temperature is like Dutch Summer. Also for @bananakarenina who asked for prompt 29 and the rarepair of my choice.

Reggie wasn't even supposed to be there when it hit. He was supposed to be at home, in Silver Lake, making himself a PB&J while he pretended his parents weren't both at separate bars drinking themselves to death.

At least they died doing what they loved, Reggie had thought once.

The point was, he wasn't supposed to be there. At Carrie's mansion. He'd been tutoring her in math, and when the warning had come, when Trevor Wilson had grabbed her and thrown her in the chopper, he'd kind of... herded Reggie along as well. And told him to shut up and not ask questions.

He shut up, didn't ask questions, and tried not to write his own True Crime podcast episode during the chopper ride. Rock Star Trevor Wilson goes insane, kidnaps daughter's classmate. They never found the body. When asked, Mr Wilson said he didn't like how the punk was looking at his daughter, with her cute little nose scrunch when she was thinking really hard...

Except he wasn't murdered. He was pulled into a luxury nuclear bunker of the rich and powerful, 15 minutes before the end of the world. They watched it on the TV, silent and horrified.

That had been two years ago. Sometimes, Reggie liked to sit at the big door to the outside world and watch the little screen. It was always snowing now. Also, it was one of the only places that was quiet and he could be alone.

Not that he hated everyone in the bunker, or anything. The Pattersons were nice, their son Luke had quickly become his best friend. His mom was some kind of high-ranking government official. Or maybe a spy. He wasn't sure. His dad was a university professor, teaching both Modern Politics and Philosophy.

The Molinas had been the one to take him in after it became clear that he wasn't exactly, um, planned to be here. Tía Victoria was a scientist, specialising in infectious diseases. Mr Molina, her brother-in-law, had been a photographer, but turned out to be really good at fixing computer systems too. He'd gotten their connection to the other bunkers across the world going.

He wasn't sure what had gotten the Mercers into the bunker. They had a top secret lab way down deep in the lower levels with a lot of security. They always seemed kind of put out that they had to share the bunker with other people at all. Their son Alex was really nice though, if you could get him away from his parents.

And of course, there was Famous Rich Rock Star Trevor Wilson, and Carrie. Carrie who held herself tight and controlled, and had set about making friends in that Pretty Popular girl way she had immediately, working the room. It was fascinating to see, but she was pretty much the only person the Mercers let Alex hang out with regularly.

But Carrie seemed angry with him pretty much all the time. Or maybe just the world. What was left of it. It was just that Reggie was the safest person to take it out on, he guessed, parentless, unplanned, a stupid mistake her father made in the heat of the moment. He tried not to begrudge her that, even if her comments and cold shoulder kind of hurt.

He'd tried to make himself useful. He did extra chores, he tried to keep Luke out of trouble and get Alex to smile. He never took more than his share of food. He usually slipped Carlos any treats they got (if he got one at all).

When he got sick, he tried to hide it. They were in a locked bunker, okay, he'd seen enough sci-fi movies about deadly pandemics. He was a risk. But of course Ray sent someone to find him when he didn't come home. He managed to evade them for a few days, but the sicker he got, the slower he got. When Julie finally found him, curled up behind some sheets in the laundry room, she felt his forehead and said 'you had a fever'.

He closed his eyes. They were going to send him outside through the air lock for the safety of what was left for humanity, he just knew it. He was going to miss his friends. He was going to miss talking about photography with Ray, and playing games with Carlos, and making faces at Alex behind his parents' back until he cracked a smile.

He may or may not have passed out then. That was probably for the best. Maybe he wouldn't feel his death. Maybe he could just slip away quietly, without pain.

Except he woke up in bed. Not his bunk bed in the room he shared with Carlos, a single bed, in a room he didn't recognise.

Was this some kind of... quarantine? The door opened, and he sat up. And then quickly scrambled to pull the sheets up, because yep, totally naked under those. He squinted at the person who came in, wearing a face mask and a hair . She was carrying a tray with something on it, something that smelled delicious.

"You shouldn't be contagious anymore, but I'm not taking any chances," the person said.

Oh, Carrie. Had she drawn the short straw? Why else would she be here?

He tried to speak, but his throat was so dry all that came out was a wheeze. Carrie squinted at him above her mask, before pushing over a bottle of water. He opened it and drank gratefully.

"They found the germs that made you sick," she said. "They were the cleaning supplies you used. Something about sponges and bacteria, blablabla I wasn't listening."

"Oh," Reggie said, fidgeting his fingers together. His stomach growled, and he blushed.

"Eat your soup," Carrie said, plunking the tray on his lap. He was glad she didn't seem to notice he was, well, pyjama-less at the moment. He tried to keep the sheets over his shoulder while he grabbed the spoon. God, this tasted so good. Was it because he hadn't eaten in a few days? After two bites, he ditched the spoon, grabbing the bowl and sipping from it.

Carrie was watching him, with a strange look on her face. Probably thinking about what a rude weirdo he was.

"You don't have to stay," he said, awkwardly.

"What, you don't want me to stay?" she snapped.

"I mean, you don't have to stay," he tried again. "I won't tell if you want to leave. If anyone asks I'll say you stayed with me the whole time to make sure I didn't choke or whatever reason they're making you stay."

"They're not making me do anything. I made you soup because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake!" Carrie snapped at him. He gaped at her. She went on, flustered. "I mean, I just heated it up, I didn't make-it, make-it, but it's the thought that counts and it was from Dad's secret stash and if you tell on me I'll make sure you regret ever getting better and..."

"Hey Carrie," Reggie interrupted her, and she snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. "Thanks. I like you too. I ah... I always have. Since, you know, Before. I just... didn't think I'd have a shot, because you're you, and I'm... I'm me."

He'd been a nobody then. Just some poor kid from Carrie's class who happened to be good at math, so Mister Ratburn had set them up for tutoring. And now, he was still a nobody, here in this bunker full of important and smart and rich people.

"That's exactly why I like you," Carrie said, flopping down at the foot of his bed. "Because you're you. No matter where you are, you're always just Reggie. Sweet, helpful, sunshine Reggie. You never have to pretend because of the paparazzi or, or all these snobby smart scientists in the bunker, or..."

Oh. Maybe Carrie had felt a little bit of the same, down here. Considering her dad only got a spot because he was really rich and probably had connections or something. Like she didn't deserve to be here.

"Maybe you don't need to pretend either," he suggested gently. "You're pretty awesome when you're just being yourself, you know."

"Really?" she asked, half hopeful, half suspicious.

"Really."

#post apocalypse #julie and the phantoms #carriexreggie #fanfic #I wrote a thing #nuclear apocalpse au #make reggie a molina 2kalways #but in like the most horrifying way imaginable #yes of course Alex has a romance via video comms with Willie who lives in another bunker #Julie offers to be his beard towards the Mercers when they get suspicious #which leads to pretty much the entire bunker conspiring against the Mercers when Juke becomes a thing like #oh yeah your son is toooooooooooootally dating Julie uhuh #nope haven't seen Luke and Julie together in ages I think they hate each other #Luke learning spycraft from his mom aw finally a universe where they can bond over something and not fight

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Can you be awesome and give me some well thought out prongsfoot headcanons? (If you have the time), I want to write a story with then and I need more on their dynamic, than just the basics.

(Friendship and Romantic! 😁)

omg hi yes!! i’ve never gotten an ask like this, i don’t think, and my hcs usually develop during stories so let’s see if i can do it :p

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- soulmates in every universe, if not romantic then definitely platonic. they’ll find their way to each other, always.

- james has a crooked nose that sirius loves kissing. he’s very possessive about it, actually

- j might be generally a bit thick bc of the whole spoiled-only-child thing but he’s particularly attuned to sirius’ moods and emotions. i can imagine him writing long ass letters to his parents in the first few years whenever something tripped him up (which was, ykno, everything considering how sheltered he was) to so for help and sirius featured a lot in this (mum, how do i help with nightmares? mum, he doesn’t like treacle tart what do i doooooo, mum he wasn’t allowed to fly as a kid this is a travesty, mum he’s sad a lot and chai doesn’t always help, mum i don’t know how to make him smile etc etc)

- this one’s controversial, i think, but i love thinking of sirius as modelling james’ behaviour. we know he grew up being fed violent hatred + a superiority complex the size of Everest yeah? fully believe his process of unlearning started with james (the first time he used the word mudblood, our boy probably clutched his pearls, scandalised, ‘what are you doing u can’t say that!!’ so sirius started turning to j as a barometer for how to act, sometimes, bc he realised he couldn’t trust his family (and by extension, his own) behaviour. this isn’t instant, mind, but a gradual, time & labor intensive process and even after he grew out of it, i think sirius had this subconscious tendency to look for james’ approval.

- i hate the whole ‘james matured for a girl’ arc so my take on it is that his ‘growth’ came from a combination of ailing, elderly parents + rising war tensions + most importantly, sirius. end of 5th year he got a first hand view into the treatment his best mate received by his family and that horror made him want to be the best he could for sirius. i’ve always seen james as a protector and a caregiver, someone who takes people under his wing & looks after them, and i don’t think it was ever more obvious than around sirius. post 5th year, he gained a focus that he lacked before and would spend a lot of time just picking up on skills that could help him be better. duelling, defence, first aid, knitting, cooking etc etc. anything to feel useful.

- the shift from friendship to romantic would be tricky & probably require outside intervention or a lot of time, i think. they were already so close as friends that it just never occurs to them to take it any further ykno? their hearts & souls are intertwined, they’re super physically affectionate, and they’re already each other’s no. 1. so someone either has to bring it to their attention, they take yeaaaaars to realise ‘huh. this isn’t how i feel towards others’ or they live a wonderfully fulfilling qpp life together.

- i’ve talked about this before but physical!!! affection!!! and not just in terms of like, kisses or hugs but touch. they’re always in contact in some way. it’s comforting, safe. arms around waists, shoulders, hips/chin resting on the other, leg slung across, hand on a back or leg. you get it right? it’s subconscious, it’s natural, and they don’t even realise they’re doing it unless someone points it out

- sunshine and sunshine protector!!!! james was loud and brash and took all the space in a room. he was also sensitive bc he’s not told no often so when it has to be done, u need to do it in a certain way so he doesn’t internalise it as a personal failing and shut down. sirius is the best one to do it bc he can stand up to james w/o being intimidated + realise that the carrot works better than the stick w him. there’s a very real risk of his light fading out. at the same time, this makes sirius very protective of him. it’s why i wrote shovel talk. even in a universe where lily & sirius were friends, i think he’ll have a Talk with her to confirm her intentions. sirius is not willing to take chances with his james.

- pet names! james called sirius darling and my love and honey and sweetheart because he’s an old soul in a young body. sirius called james love (and sometime babe/baby). their go to for each other was ‘si’ and ‘jamie’ respectively, which was a term of affection on its own bc only they used it, no one else.

- james has *always* been attracted to sirius; he just didn’t realise it bc he thought this was how everyone felt towards sirius. ‘oh yeah he’s so ethereally beautiful, it’s just like, a fact of life and everyone knows it’ and thinks the random boners are normal until one day he realised that, no, that’s not actually the norm & he’s just a simp who thinks everything sirius does is perfect (think chin in hand, heart eyes, sighing)

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ok i’m gonna cut myself off here bc this is already criminally long but i think it’s pretty clear i can go on for days lol. i tried to include both but i’m not great w romantic so i hope that came thru 🙈🙈

pls tag me in ur story when u write it (even if the hcs don’t help lol u can still use them in a process of elimination to find ur niche)!! i’d love, love , love to read it + always here if u wanna brainstorm 💜

#james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot #gosh this became so long. i was worried i wouldn’t have anything to say and then i couldn’t stop 💀 had to cut myself off after a point #friend this is the first piece of fandom content i’ve written in over a month so thank u sm for the ask #still don’t know if it’s any good but hey. it’s something. i’ll take it. #i’ve talked about james as sirius’ moral compass before but i don’t mean it in a ‘he couldn’t think for himself’ way #rather that when he doubted himself—which was a lot—he’d always go to j for confirmation #(it’s a bit of projection for me bc i do something similar w a friend of mine too) #and whenever he worried he was being a little too much like his family—james would set him straight #just wanted to clear that up bc i’ve seen someone vaguing me ab this and i don’t want them to get the wrong idea again lol #also re james: i can relate to being loud & Too Much. someone once told me i talked too much and i stayed quiet the entire day #not one word escaped my mouth. made people v uncomfortable #i’ve done the rubber band against my wrist thing too & i can see james doing something like that #ig regardless of how one writes j&s the one think i’ll look for is this implicit understanding and bond? #like they’re always each other’s no. 1 and it’s absolutely unconditional. like even when they’re fighting they’ll take care of each other #that’s the relationship i look for (which i don’t often get lolcrie) #but yeah. that’s me. doesn’t have to be everyone 💀 #i didn’t mention it here bc i’ve talked ab it so much but also fully think j was the only one who could fluster sirius #like the boy had a great poker face; probably also a rbf; prided himself ron being a master of his emotions #then along comes one jfp with his doe eyes and stupid fluffy hair and bright big smile #sirius has never blushed so much in his *life* #also think people who don’t know them (aka non hogwarts folx) would probably get the wrong-est impression of sirius if they see him around j #bc he’s everything that he’s *not* around him #it’s actually really funny to imagine lol #mhm ok ye gonna shut up now. thanks for the lovely ask anon & sorry for all the word vomit! #pen’s asks #pen’s notes

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I'm kinda curious to know your favorite ship dynamic (or dynamics!!)

Friends to lovers for sure!

As an aroace person myself I need SOME kind of positive dynamic already in place, and if they’re friends it’s just so easy to think of them as something more, y’know? It’s about the slow realisation that the person you’ve been friends with for so long, who’s been with you through thick and thin actually means so much more to you. The realisation that brings down an intense weight upon the one who realises, the thought that if this doesn’t go right then everything could be ruined.

Emotions, feelings, they all get thrown into the balance and that’s everything to me. Especially if they’re just. Normal friends at the start of the story. Then something big happens that throws everything off, feelings are realised, and then everything is Different. That’s where it is AT.

Even in a story where a pair isn’t friends at first! As long as they become friends and build from there it’s great. There just needs to be some kind of positive buildup for it to work.

Spiralling off a bit, but for me to ship a ship they need to have positive interactions. They need to be friends. Need to bounce off each other in a way that’s not malicious. This is why enemies to lovers doesn’t work for me. I’d never be able to understand how people can ship two people who hate/are against each other because there’s just. Nothing positive to build on lol.

#ask #nonoiswearidraw21 #ship dynamics #ofc I can read a whole lot of dynamics and stuff but friends to lovers. is so soft and means so much to me #friends to lovers can just be used in SO many ways #it can be the main dymanic whilst having others just woven in y’know? #like having a long time friend -> breaking off said friendship -> then just feeling the LONGING and the PAIN of losing what you had and #realising what could’ve been simply through the loss so you rekindle what was lost and find something new #fUCK I could go on and on but I’d just bore people if so #this is why style is one of the ships ever because there is LONGING and CLOSENESS #they are lost without the other and that is CANONICAL!! #and creek may have started off with fighting (etl territory) but it was all fake and made up they didn’t actually hate each other #they built a friendship from the lies and deceit and were (regrettably) pushed into a relationship #BUT they made it work!! why? because of the BOND they share #fuck lord help me here #it’s like with bunny and how Kenny is the ONLY person butters has NOTHING against!! he RESPECTS Kenny!! #and!!! TWYLE!! tweek has ALL the qualities kyle looks for in a friend HELLO??? #I could go on and on but I’ll stop there #thank you so much for the ask and I hope you’ll forgive my rambling <3 #(this was hard to type bc cold hands but cold hands be dammed when passion is involved)

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btw there’s something DEEPLY poetic about f4 kicking the shit out of each other in the same place they had so many people taken to kick the shit out of in the past

#like something something your actions follow you #something something the place you formed the bond is the same place you break it #f4’s friendship was built on violence (whether you consider it the violence that occurred at school/in that stadium or #the violence that likely led to their parents obtaining their wealth) #so of COURSE it was gonna need to explode in violence one day. of course they’d turn on each other! #and of course it would happen in the place they have been enacting violence against others #it turned inwards! #also something about needing to break apart in such extreme measures for them to rebuild better #idk i’m thinking a lot of thoughts about this big fight happening in the stadium #liz watches f4 #liz consumes media