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tears-of-boredom · 1 year

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watching deadly class and god damn thats an identical white boy. just like the other ones. this one gets beaten to a bloody mess more often though. and Saya's name is really god damn close to mine and one time someone pronounced it a bit weird and i got a bit surprised.

tbh im on ep 7 and im kinda losing interest in the plot. ill watch for the bloody dudes though. but this series is definetly not helping me with my temptation for smoking.

yeah im ten minutes into this episode and its really fucking boring. i mean like the villains hot and all but i like do not care for these people enough for this. im just honestly waiting until eveyone gets all bloody again. tbh i was readying myself for boring teen shit cuz of stuff ive seen from the fandom, but i guess i was preparing for the wrong kind of boring lol. i mean uhh marco?? what the fucks even the main guys name lmaooo. im really hoping he dies in a bloody mess cuz the breed of white guy he is looks really good when literally on the brink of death and covered in blood.

anyways yeah im giving up at uhh 27:16 of episode seven. and spoilers sorry but so im watching this on some website for free and i think episode 5 was somehow cut short, because i did not see like chico dying. like any of that scene. i just had to piece everything together from the "previously on deadly class" half minute of episode 6. it doesnt really matter anyways but its kinda funny. also in the pilot when marco tried to kill himself im pretty sure i thought "do it you pussy" and i laughed about that for a solid minute. and at another point i think it was something,, basically just an intrusive thought came related to the scene i was watching, and i laughed about that as well for some time because it was like a horrible thing to think if i actually meant it. shame i dont remember it cuz i bet it was real funny. oh and i was also thinking about the like villain dude, chester i think? i was thinking whether or not the burn scar was prosthetic and im gonna look it up now.

aw man it is prosthethic. idk what i was hoping for tbh, i was just thinking that itd probably be easier to just get an actor that has a burn scar than do all that make up, espec since all the flash backs back to when he doesnt have them are animated, so you wouldnt have like that problem either.

but hey, at least now i know the vibe and basic premise of this show so i can read any fics i happen to stumble upon. that is literally like, top 5 reasons im watching all this shit: so i can read more fics and make sure that im not missing out on shit. thats why i thought this was gonna a be a bit more of a light show, cuz all the fandom shit seemed to be just teens, but its not like im that surprised that teenagers are writing fics about mentally ill trained killers like come on. thats like peak YA shit. also i kinda disliked marco at the beginning cuz he was talking a bit too harshly about "the scizos", but then he had that communist awakening and i kinda like him now. oh and you can call me a snowflake all you want but the word " the r word gets thrown around a bit too lightly for my taste. not rape, the other one.

oh actually i think the intrusive thought i had was something about viktor being gay or something. like way before marco said it. and im really trying to stop calling people gay for looking a bit too hard at someone. or maybe it wasnt that cuz i think viktor was saying some shit about sucking dick and if thats true then i had the full right to call his ass gay in my thoughts.

and before i go,, i fucking love billy. lord knows if i was in that school i would be so fucking whipped for that boy like oh my god. id def be a rat too. and im gonna stop here before i create a deadly class self-insert oc in my head cuz i really dont like this series that much. but billy is so fucking, uhhhh,,,,, well i was gonna say hot cuz thats like the word i use for attractive people usually, but i honestly wouldnt really call him hot.....ummm i mean id say cute if it didnt sound so patronising and infantalising......okay whatever he's attractive and honestly id call him hot if i even got eye contact form him back so...no actually i think just being in his vicinity would be enough....yeah my standards are like so low to the ground, you could manipulate me so fucking easily cuz my nerves would be too shot out the whole time to even register anything. and afterwards id be thinking "no im so aware of myself id know if i was being manipulated". also i already dont trust myself so you could gaslight me real easy as well. i mean id probably kill you if you went too hard with it cuz sometimes i get a bit in my head when frustrated, but honestly my weak ass would be brought down with the promise of like,, a hug. i am really fucking starved of attention and tenderness and literally everything that parents are supposed to give you and i dont have the strength to be in denial about that. i literally started crying when my sister shared an experience with me that i fully related to.

LMAO WHAT THE FUCK DID THIS POST TURN INTO IM SORRY ITS LITERALLY 5:05AM AND WATCHING MOVIES AND SHIT ALWAYS PUTS ME IN A MOOD. well,, i was gonna tag this as "i experienced media" but after this fucking text wall of rambling on i dont think it fits that anymore.

#tearful stuff

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djcarnationsblog · 2 years

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Metal Family: Dee Headcanons

HC 1: Okay, I have to say this but, Dee’s got squishy cheeks. THE squishiest, and he hates it cause Glam likes to squish his cheeks when he’s being too edgy and it totally ruins the vibe and shit, so he’ll just get all huffy and walk away, cheeks puffed and everything and Glam finds that fucking hilarious.

HC 2: Yeah sure, it’s canonical that this boy sucks at everything love related, but then I’m like “He’s probably weak as fuck when someone kisses him.” and now we have this. He WILL buffer if his love interest gives him even the smallest kiss on like, his brow or something. He’ll just sit there, and process it for a whole minute cause what the fuck was that??? And then he’ll blush immensely and then completely leave the room. Mans just can’t take a tiny kiss to save his life-

HC 3: He craves touch. That’s it, that’s hc-nah just kidding XD. He does crave touch, but it’s not like he’s touch-starved or anything. It’s more like, he simply enjoys the feeling of someone giving him friendly touch, like a pat on the back, or a fist bump, any kind of physical contact he secretly enjoys, cause it just feels really nice to him.

HC 4: I wanna say when he’s in his last year of highschool, he’ll get a tattoo. Not anything too big and it’s pretty easy to hide, but it’s a nice hibiscus flower, pretty colors and all. I say it’s probably on his hip, since it’s not often he wears anything too revealing.

HC 5: This leads into my next hc, Dee likes flower language. He finds it clever and enjoyable that one can use such pretty flowers to create a nice message, dark message, a threat, or anything really. Flowers just mask the darker things, in his opinion. And he loves being able to tell a person a subtle ‘fuck you’ in flower, so he studied that shit quite a lot-

HC 6: Okay, hear me out here but...Dee’s flexible. VERY. Flexible. He just looks like that kinda guy who could drop into a split without absolutely torturing himself and all the boys are terrified of him for that. He can split, backbend, fold in on himself, and pretty much a whole variety of other things.

HC 7: Because of his flexibility, he actually finds a lot of weird positions comfortable. Breakin’ his body in half so his upper body is on the bed and lower body on the wall? Peak comfortability. Twisting himself really awkwardly and just sitting there? Fuckin’ nice-

HC 8: Okay, okay, one more, but bare with me here because I’m treading on canon territory as well as some fuckin’ bulls I made a while ago-

Dee, in the og au, I want to say is just a mess of bisexual. He’s all cool and collected on the outside, but Lord knows what goes on in his head when he sees a pretty girl or a handsome boy, all the red alerts go off in his head. He may not have a good grasp of love, but he’s had many, MANY internal bi panics thank you very much uwu (We see you and Lif, ya little son of a bitch-)

Okay, so, kinda nervous bout this one cause it involves an au where I made ocs for it, so if ya don’t wanna read this part, just keep scrollin’ cause this is the last of it XD.

Dee, in the au I created, is Bisexual and Polyamorous. He’s with two peeps, Lif and a foreign oc I made, his name’s Eden UnU. Literally, he’s with a hot girl and hot boy, he has even admitted to Heavy that he could never answer the question of ‘which one is hotter’ if someone were to ask him. A one time thing. Heavy never let him live it down-

(I also wanted to mention Eden cause my mind’s been screaming at me to ramble about him, but I wanna know if y’all would wanna see that too XD

is it alright with y’all for me to info dump bout my boy and his relationship with Lif and Dee??)

#Metal Family #Dee headcanons #metal family dee #DJC Rambles #oc mentions #minor lif x dee

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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Tongue Deep (One Shot) Peter X OC Hermaphrodite Marie (Your Boyfriend)

[Hey Sexy Readers I am back with My Sexy Co Author Marie aka that Marie just in the stories so slightly different yes the Marie in the ones shots and stories are based off my wonderful co author and mark is the genderbent of her basically anyways please enjoy this chapter here!]

(no one's pov)

"Haha you're so funny." Marie said, siting across from her best friend Peter. She had gotten off of work an hour ago and had dinner with him there.

"Well you know I try." He said shrugging as she smiled. "Well it was nice seeing you tonight." She said as she stood up and put some money on the table.

"What's that for?" "My half of the bill, got the prices memorized at this point." She said smiling as she patted his head and left..unaware he got up immediately after and followed her out of the building, going down the alley she always does- and grabbing her.

"Mpphh!" Her mouth was covered by the cloth as he just shushed her as she slowly went limp.

"Oh no, my girlfriend! Oh well I'll carry you home." He said as he picked her up, brining her back to their little love best, their home together.

He tied her hands and feet, just for her own safety when she wakes up..and eventually after a few minutes she did.

"Oh god...my head...my stomach.." she muttered as she went to rub her eyes but she co

Couldn't as she stopped. "What- wh-what--"

"Darling!" Peter said smiling as he walked over. "You're awake! God.you look so beautiful when you sleep, I didn't want to try to wake you."

"Pe-Peter...Peter where am I? Why am I tied up?" She asked as he looked confused and then smiled.

"Okay that's a fair question. You're home, with me. Well it was my place but now it's our place, I hope you don't mind the safety precaution." He said as she went to speak before he leaned down.

"You really are beautiful..." He muttered as he leaned in, and kissed her as her eyes widen as he pushed his tongue in her mouth as she nearly gagged. She was not expecting it to be as thick nor long as it was. Out of reflex, she bit it. Not hard, she didn't want to hurt him..she knew he had issues, but this was a bit much.

(oh Marie no. Not his tongue)

(DUN DUN DON)

He moaned and kissed me deeper before puling out and I felt his erection rubbing into me. Remember Marie I told you my tongue is very sensitive or did you remember and decide to get me going you kinky thing~"

(oh god and he's gonna think it's on purpose

She looked up at him as she tried to catch her breath, he was very..very intense with that kiss.

"I-I--" she tried to explain that it was just an accident, a reflex, a way to get him to stop- but he wasn't hearing it.

"I mean, I've seen the porn you watch, read the books you do, I shouldn't be surprised you'd be such a tease~"

She made a noise as he lifts her legs over his shoulder. "But now Dear~ I need to know how you taste~"

"wait- wait wait wait please don't please--"

"don't be shy~" he purred as he hooked his fingers and pulled down her panties..only-peaking past her skirts hem, was a penis.

He did not care what his love had under her skirt. He smiles and gives the half erect cock one big long lick wrapping his tongue around the cock before taking it all done his throat.

(Holy shit Peter pecker swallower XD You a champ!)

(holy shit and she ain't small either like god damn he knew she had one and he's been practicing.)

(Exactly he has been stalking her. He so knew and made sure to get ready for it)

(oh god..and with that whole tongue sensitivity..he probably quite liked the realistic ones with texture.)

She let out a noise that seemed to be a moan, a gasp, and a whine all at once. It was clear she's never received oral before but that only added to his pleasure of knowing he was showing her a whole new world.

She was however trying to get out of her binds a lot. "P-Peter...Peter please.." she gasped out. She's never experienced this, and feeling his tongue wrapping around and moving with his movements.

"If I untie you? will you be a good girl?" He asks in between licks to her cock.

She looked down at him. Like she's take the chance at pissing him off if she failed to escape.

"Y-Yes...I-I will--I-I just want to hold you..please..?"

He smiled and took out the bind she then grabbed him and pulled his head back to her cock with one hand and held his free hand with the other holding his hnad. He stays there mouth agape. She is Holding his hand!!!

(that's cite that that's what he's shocked about)

(mmmmhmmmm)

She wasn't even thrusting or forcing him (...yeah about that) to continue. She was letting him just, well come to terms with his shock.

She looked at him confused before realizing it was their hands that he was focused on, so she brought it up, placing his palm on her face, whole her hand held it there, placing a soft kiss on it as she looked down at him.

(She's playing it up.for now)

His grey skin went to a bright pink in the face seeing her like this. He was in awe.

He gripped onto her face as he felt more of a desire to continue. To make her feel loved.

"Oh....god...Pete.." her one hand tightened slightly as he looked up as her. He had to be careful not to stimulate himself too much.

"...P-Pete..the-there's more than just that surprise down there.." she said suddenly.

(oh see he thinks she's only got a penis.)

I looked at her confused. I knew that she had a penis from a bulge but what else could she mea. I look further down and my eyes widen. Oh my lord. I looked back up at her as I pull away, well I was going to before her breathing hitched as her legs tensed.

I braced myself to get a half facial but I didn't feel anything, it looked like she was holding back, probably because I pulled away. Did I make her think that I didn't like her cock?

(I don't think she was worried about that.)

(Yeah)

"Y-You have to swallow it all..." She says blushing hard. "It can't get in my pussy...."

She then looked away. "c-course I-If you don't want to y-youncan get a tissue or s-something.." (man accommodating. Even tho she's like he fucking crazy- you don't have to)

(Yup)

I smiled and wrapped around her and seal my lips seal and I rub my cock underside her cock right on a vein pushing her over the edge

She cried out and she grabbed the sides of my head as I get every bit as I pull away only for her to stop me. "I'm glad I could make you feel good darling~" I purr as I went to get ready for bed but again she stopped me.

"But...what about you?" She asked softly, her hand holding mine as she looked up at me.

"Kiss me~ my tongue against yours will push me me over the edge~" he purred and they made out for hours her biting and kissing him from soft to rough and he came one finally time and fell back pulling Marie to his chest he needed sleep

He felt her lips press against his cheek as she wrapped her arms around him. He was a little shocked. He didn't quite expect it to be this good. He knew obviously that she was the one for him, that she was considerate in bed, and very hands on, but he was expecting a little more of a fight, but to be honest, he mi h preferred this..so when he went to turn around and felt nothing in his sleep, he immediately awoke and looked around. She wasn't here..

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this chapter is done and yes it it pre written so it will have to wait anyways hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy everyone!]

#yandere #yandere Peter #yandere your boyfriend #yandere one shot #one shot #your boyfriend #peter your boyfriend #peter #peter x oc #oc #your boyfriend x oc #hermaphrodite #hermaphrodite oc #oc Marie

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cupofkey · 4 years

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Bit of a random question but do you think there was more than one personification of Vietnam? I think (based on reading a couple wiki pages) that there was a whole thing with north and south kingdoms even before the Vietnam war so idk.. plus a lot of south ocs for the Vietnam war itself..... idk just like to hear your thoughts

ok whoa this is gonna be LONG. I want to fully explain the history so maybe people can get a better understanding of the whole thing, since I feel most people just don’t really know much about our history or believe in misinformation. gonna throw in a fair amount of personal thoughts too. so I’ll do that rather than only stating my hcs and opinions without context... so yeah big long response under the cut.

but thank you for asking! this is like... a very personally relevant topic to me? I myself am not a scholar of Vietnamese history and politics or anything, but I grew up in a family of them, along with generally being a Vietnamese-American person and a child of refugees, and so this stuff has always been really important to me. I’m gonna discuss 3 facets of the questions about who Vietnam is and who she represents:

1. pre-1700s Vietnamese history, stretching back through the times of pre-Chinese domination

2. colonial and 20th century Viet history, including the Vietnam War

3. not directly related to your question, but I think it’s relevant to the central concept of “who is Vietnam”: Vietnamese diaspora and my general thoughts on nationhood/representation

also cw for like. war and colonization and turmoil. anyways here’s the history plus my thoughts, feelings, and opinions.

1. pre-1700s Vietnam

origins of the Vietnamese people

I’ve mentioned this before, but I hc Vietnam (who I’ll just be calling Linh throughout this to refer to the character, for clarity’s sake) as a northerner. this is because the ancient Vietnamese people were a group of tribes (Yue, Nanyue) who lived across southern China and northern Vietnam, specifically around the Red River and its delta, where modern-day Hanoi sits. the modern Vietnamese Kinh ethnic group (~85%) are descended from them.

the Cham people (who are now an ethnic minority) controlled the central to south part of the country for over a thousand years— however, their culture is completely different. they were seafarers arriving from Borneo (Malaysia), and like many other Southeast Asian civilizations, adopted many aspects of Indian culture from language and religion to architecture and law. their kingdom, Champa, was very much ethnically, genetically, and culturally separated from the Vietnamese of the north until the 18th century.

What Actually Happened during this period (~250BCE - ~1650 CE)

several kingdoms and dynasties existed in that area around the Red River delta starting in the 3rd century BCE. however, Han-dynasty China invaded the area known as Nam Việt/Nanyue in 111 BCE and thus began a millennia of Chinese domination. this period was interspersed with various revolts, independent kingdoms, and constant clashes between the Vietnamese and their Chinese conquerors. many of our folk heroes are folk heroes because they said “fuck you” to the Chinese back in these days, including the famous Trung sisters.

Vietnam was very powerful and stable once it gained independence in 939 CE and established its first dynasty. this soon becomes the kingdom of Đại Việt in 968, which lasts until the 1800s. thus, this is the name Linh has been under for the most time across her life. you have to remember, though, that Nam Viet and later Dai Viet still only covered that north/central area of modern-day Vietnam at first!

Champa (green) was founded a few centuries after that pre-China period in the north, in the year 192 CE. it quickly absorbed Indic influences from its neighbors (such as the state of Funan, which was centered even further south on the Mekong Delta. religious influences included Hinduism and Islam.) the kingdom reached its peak through the 7th-10th centuries, although it gradually declined and was eventually completely taken apart by several events. notably: a war with the Vietnamese in the 15th century which they lost very badly, Dai Viet’s gradual southward expansion beginning in the 11th century, and annexations of their remaining principalities ending in the 17th century. thus, the ethnic Vietnamese eventually took over the full area we now know as Vietnam.

ok, so what about hetalia?

to answer your first question: no, I don’t personally hc there being more than one “Vietnamese” personification during this time. The Cham people as previously stated were one of several groups living in what’s now South Vietnam; however, they are very different in many ways, and so I don’t consider the personification of Champa to be Vietnamese. (this is unlike how North and South Korea are both Koreans.)

I do think there was a personification of Champa-- is, really, since the Cham people are one of the most significant ethnic minorities in Vietnam-Laos-Cambodia. whoever they are, they probably live in Cambodia, since their population is largest there (there was a large migration after the dissolving of Champa to neighboring areas).

I’ve mentioned this, but I headcanon that personifications represent their peoples and cultures as a whole rather than specific pieces of political leadership. for example, several power splits occurred during this time (can google Mac/Le dynasties or Trinh/Nguyen lords, where the country was divided by different ruling families) but I would personally consider Linh representing both sides of that.

2. colonial to 20th century Vietnam

French Indochina

I won’t go into too many details here, but basically the French split Vietnam into 3 colonies: Tonkin, the north; Annam, the central region; and Cochinchina, the south; each one had a slightly different status under French governance. Laos and Cambodia were later incorporated. throughout this period, the Vietnamese people were continuously revolting for independence. this nationalism sparked movements moving away from royalism/regressive goals and toward modernization and radicalization, and of course all of it was cracked down on by the French.

after Japan’s ruinous takeover of Indochina at the end of WWII and the abdication of the last Vietnamese emperor (essentially a French puppet), the French tried to reassert themselves, but a new group called the Việt Minh stood in their way. (this group was led by Ho Chi Minh, and had been formed as an anti-Japanese/French group composed of north-central Communists and Viet-nationalists. they had received some support from the US during WWII as well, and are the foundation for the current Vietnamese government today.)

the first and second Indochina Wars

the conflict between the Viet Minh and France/America/a state created by France called the State of Vietnam is referred to as the First Indochina War, and it mostly took place in the north (fka Tonkin). the Viet Minh eventually won the war. an agreement was reached with France to have the Viet Minh take the northern half of the country from the line of the 17th parallel to create North Vietnam, and the State of Vietnam would cover the southern half.

later known as South Vietnam or the Republic (of Vietnam), this state was backed by the US and was led by the infamous Ngô Đình Diệm, and lots of crazy shit happened on both sides. once again won’t go into it bc you can just google, but basically things were not going well and the conflict was not over by a long shot. millions fled the North for the South to escape Communist persecution.

starting in 1956, a group called the Việt Cộng, a group of armed communists, initiated a guerilla war to overthrow South Vietnam and “unite” Vietnam. this, of course, is the Second Indochina War, better known in the US as the Vietnam War, and was fought between North and South Vietnam. as time went by, the Viet Cong were boosted then essentially replaced by North Vietnamese troops (like, from the government, since the guerilla warfare was overlapped by more conventional tactics and they needed help.) the North was backed by the USSR, PRC, and Laotian/Khmer communists; the South was backed by the US, South Korea, and several others. by 1973, the US withdrew completely, and in 1975 Saigon (the capital of South Vietnam) was captured. this marked the end of the war, and the beginning of “reunification.”

personifying South Vietnam?

clearly, there was an incredible amount of turmoil and violence and complexity within these wars. I’ve given the briefest of rundowns, and hopefully it’s even somewhat adequate to express just how bad things were, to show just how serious this all is, and just how little of it I can capture in my own musings about country people.

that being said. do I think there were separate North/South personifications during this time?

my answer is... no. for several reasons: firstly, as previously stated, there has never really been a South Vietnam Personification in my view, and there’s not much of a historical precedent for it. the divide only seriously began when the French split the country, which tbf is a long time, but idk if it would affect Linh herself seeing how old she is. after all, South Vietnam only really existed as an independent state for about 20 years.

secondly, north and south have different cultures for sure, but I don’t believe they’re culturally different enough to warrant separate personifications. government wise is a different story, but culturally Vietnamese people don’t have a large divide, and most of us consider ourselves Vietnamese at the core, not South Vietnamese or North Vietnamese. will discuss exceptions in a second.

thirdly, this war is often seen as a civil war, and I’m of the personal hc (maybe inspired by (un)civil, tbh!) that if nations have different “manifestations” of the belligerents, they don’t have separate bodies. basically what I mean is I think both “North Vietnam” and “South Vietnam” were separate concepts, sure, but they both existed at the same time in Linh’s body. does that make sense? I hope it does.

thus, my opinion is that there wasn’t a South Vietnam personification, but rather as Vietnam began to fragment ideologically in the 1930s (with those revolts against the French), more and more internal conflict built up in Linh’s body.

(and it’s not like that went away come 1975; no, I’d argue it became even worse. one must understand that there wasn’t just a north-south conflict in the realm of politics. this was a government-people conflict, too. if you look up land reform in North Vietnam, re-education camps, you’ll see what I mean. so I do think there was a lot of internal conflict for Linh throughout this whole period, just for many, many more reasons than is usually portrayed.)

3. who is Vietnam today?

well, it’s time for me to give my completely unsolicited opinions and thoughts even harder!

Vietnamese diaspora

this is a question I’ve been thinking about for a very long time, as a member of this very diaspora. does Linh represent her diaspora, too? do nations claim their diasporas? there are about 4.5 million overseas Vietnamese, with about half in the US, and that’s not a small number. so does Linh represent these people at all? especially if they were born in Vietnam and then moved, does she still represent them, or does someone else like Alfred? what about their children? is it about birth, even? residency, citizenship? self-identification? or just being inside the border?

the Viet diaspora also kind of throws a wrench into things because many of them are ardently nationalist, but specifically South Vietnamese nationalist. in places like France it’s more divided, but Viet-Americans especially are generally very antagonistic toward North Vietnam / the current Vietnamese government, as they literally left the country because of the regime. so do their nationalistic beliefs in the Republic create a personification? is this justification for some kind of cultural basis for a South Vietnam? I don’t think so, because at the end of the day it’s all for the sake of Vietnam period, not north or south. there are some northerners like this too. people aren’t monoliths. but...

really, just lots of questions. I don’t really have answers, honestly. I can throw out my personal feelings and thoughts, but it’s just hard to say, and I don’t think I’ll ever really have The Answers.

(( in my heart of hearts, though, I’d like to think... individuals and groups can be represented by many nations. I want to think they can feel anyone who considers themselves a part of that group, feel their pains and joys just as much as they do for their born-and-bred citizens. I like the idea of Linh deeply understanding her diaspora, because she was there when they were still a part of her, and she knows why they had to leave. and I think Alfred understands all the people living with him, and he ardently wants to make them welcome. I think he knows the dread of being alone, lost, without a home or family, looking to blaze a new trail, make a new home, find new comfort when everything else is lost... ))

a little bit about me

Viet-American. refugee family from both the North and South. literally all of the events I’ve mentioned, my family has been a direct part of somehow. I have direct relatives who were killed by the French, starved during the Japanese occupation, killed by North Vietnamese government efforts like land reform, killed by American bombs and Viet Cong, put into re-education camps, fled Vietnam by boat, plane, foot. I don’t think there’s a single Vietnamese person today who hasn’t been affected somehow.

I’m not trying to write a sob story, just letting you know. I’m not pity-fishing, because that’s not what this needs, anyway. just showing that things are really complicated, and painfully shitty, and crazy, and just plain weird. Vietnamese nationalism is a really complicated topic in general due to all the conflicting pressures from all levels of society and so I hope you can see that a little better. I hope this was enlightening in some way!

because I don’t think we see the Vietnamese perspective enough on everything that happened in the 20th century. it’s always the American, or French, or Chinese, but not ours... when it’s our story. so I hope I could tell it, maybe do it a bit of justice, who knows.

final words

writing this has really made me think about this one song. it’s called Gia Tài Của Mẹ, “A Mother’s Legacy”. here’s the lyrics+translation.

it’s very typical patriotic South Vietnamese music, by the poet Trịnh Công Sơn and sung by the singer Khánh Ly. many of Trinh Cong Son’s songs directly address the Vietnamese identity and collective trauma from the events of the 20th century. my dad used to sing them around the house all the time, play CDs, the first songs I learned on the guitar were TCS’s... I think they’re a really key part of thinking about the Southern Vietnamese identity, and this song especially touches on a lot of the history and emotions I addressed.

so go give it a listen, or look at the lyrics. I think it really covers this topic nicely. and let me know if I should talk more about these songs, because I think lots of them are really relevant to my thoughts...

ah, my thoughts, completely unasked for, but thank you for opening the door! please let me know what you think, if you learned anything, if you want to hear more specifically hetalia stuff abt Vietnam, idk, I would really like to hear from anyone reading this period. I also put a lot of time into putting this together dkfjsdkfj so yea any interaction is appreciated. this is something really important to me, I guess is what I’m trying to say. and if you made it this far I’m sending you lots of love, thank you <3

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borealiszero · 2 years

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hello fellow victim of sv*ss. 😔🤝😔 if you're still craving The Book That Could've Been, may I recommend reading Pride is Not the Word You're Looking For on AO3? It's Shang Qinghua-centric and has Moshang but the focus is on found family, healing despite trauma, and the importance of every choice (no seriously, Every Choice Matters). Basically the premise is: what if SQH saves LBH's mom and...accidentally develops a family? It's very VERY good and it basically fixed the 2-year long itch I had about SV.

ANON IVE READ IT AND IT FUCKS SEVERELY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Its so good the writing is smooth characterisation is good plot is *chef kiss* it got soooooo many good points in it that makes me djgvsj)6/@;72#"???? Like I could go for hours how good thsi fic is it heals my brain my heart my soul some of my favourite things in it:

Shang qinghua just having anxiety-filled-hamster energy

Shang qinghua making choices that is good but he goes "this will save my life :)))" and just repress tf out of his feelings until later hes forced to process it like a Normal Human

LUO JIAHUI!!!! Shes so!!!!! SHE and i really like that she was portrayed as a young woman instead of old maid cause it ramps up the what the fuckery of being young mother that is CANONICALLY dead.

Baby Binghe!!!! Hes so cute like i melted when Baby Binghe was in the scene

These three forming bonds, and love each other and building their family together like God its my found family dream

Luo Fanlin like look at this girl, she goes peak hopping. She brawl train withLiu Qingge on daily basis. She calls An Ding peak lord "Da-Ge". She have no respects for authorities. Shes my dream girl. She also calls Mobei-Jun Da-Da-Ge like fkksskkdkdkkk

The romance between LJH and LQG i love it and when Lou Qing arrives i was like. You two made this. Holly shit youtwo made this.

Binghe being normal teenager with almost no trauma and having supports!!! Like HELL YEAH

The healing relationship between SQQ and YQY like yeah its not SQH place to say it but fuck. He could ve lost that chance forever

Shen Yuan's arrival???? Like bro ndjdbdnhshsn thats a good use of System, like thats a good use of props that exist in it. Making users background stick to someone else

Moshang. Enough said.

CONTINUITY!!!!! CONTINUITY EXIST!!!!! CHOICES WERE MADE AND OH BOY YOU WILL SEE THE CONSEQUENCES !!!!

The ocs are so good they weren't one time use! Have personalities!!! The HHP duo and the three disciples of An Ding are so good muah

The HHP basement arc, like BRO

The conclusion ?? Make sense???? TLJ and SXY receiving justice!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH

LBH stating that LJH is his mother, and no one can refute that statement ever *sobs*

Okay i have to stop before this gets too long but best fanfic ive ever read. 10/10 i feel like i owe my soul to the writer. Im gonna reread it again slowly sjsjjssjsjsjsj

#also i fear the writer cause they write like 9000-10000 a week like bro #[borealis.mail]#its everything that i want *sobs*#also the first time i tried to answer this tumblr crashed cause its toolong lmao #svsss

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up-in-flames-writing · 3 years

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Like a phoenix

I wrote a lil somethin' somethin' for Resident Evil Village. I kinda got hooked last week after seeing a playthrough of it (I don't play horror games myself) & now I've got my own OC. So, tis is meant to be a lil introduction forLord Garet Feniks. Enjoy.

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The uproar died down as Mother Miranda stepped up onto the pew, silencing the rowdy lycans with a wave of her arm. She surveyed the gathered, Donna sitting shyly at her right, Angie running around Moreau’s legs at her left. Alcina was inspecting her nails, sitting prim & proper to the right, & Karl was fidgeting, crossing & uncrossing his legs, grumbling something under his nose & scowling at the air on the left. Up above, in the rafters of the cathedral, the lycans were getting impatient too, small growls & snarls coming from every direction.

The sun was high up in the sky, filtering through the holes in the roof, & yet there was still someone missing from the congregation. The family gathering could not start until all of her children were present, after all, & yet one of her sons was still missing.

“Would anyone happen to know where Lord Feniks is?” The Lords all looked between each other, Angie scurrying across the floor to sit with Donna as all four of them shook their heads simultaneously.

“M...maybe he got lost?” Moreau stammered out nervously, looking around the cathedral as if the fifth lord would just pop out of the shadows all of a sudden with a loud ‘BOO!’

“Highly unlikely. He is not a child,” Alcina remarked, getting an offended ‘HEY!’ out of Karl at the subtle jab, “I would assume he would be busy with the lycans.”

“Yeah, with his friend.” Karl jeered.

“Maybe Urias ate him!” Angie cackled from Donna’s lap, looking as if she was about to tip onto the floor with all of her laughter shaking her tiny body. Miranda only shook her head, unsatisfied with her children’s answers, & disappointed with her son’s tardiness. He must have gotten it from Karl, or the other way around. Being late must simply be a family thing for them.

“If he does not arrive soon, we will just have to start without him.” She remarked, to the nodding of all her children. She cannot make exceptions for one unruly son, after all. The had to make preparations, they had to all be aware of the ceremony, all know the parts they were destined to play in this plan of hers. His had been long time coming, she couldn’t give up now.

“So, why did you gather us this time, M...” Heisenberg’s question was interrupted by a loud BANG from behind Miranda, as the chapel doors flew open, & silence covered everything like a thick, stifling, choking blanket. Not even the lycans dared to let out a noise, they didn’t even dare open their muzzles as a stench like burning flesh filled the air, a noxious, flammable gas lingering in all the corners of the building, a silent warning from Lord Feniks himself.

The figure standing in the doorway was tall, muscular, his body covered in a thick fur coat shining in the light of the sun, the grey fur skinned from a wolf. His legs were covered by leather trousers, crafted masterfully out of pig skin, leather of the same kind woven into belts hung around Feniks’ chest & waist, a dagger & liquid-filled vails sitting in sheaths at his waist, & round, grenade-like objects bound by more leather were attached to the belt at his chest. There was a war horn carved from bone hanging from his waist, string made from horse hair binding it tightly. Upon his head sat a skull, great antlers growing out of it, reaching towards the sky like the branches of a great behemoth. From behind the eye sockets of the deer skull came a faint glow, & a raspy, deep breathing. It was as if someone ripped him from his times, some sort of witch of the 13th century Poland, & thrust him into the quaint little village of Romania in the 21st century.

Lord Feniks took a step forward, horrifying burns & callouses covering his bare feet as he descended further into the cathedral, skin peeling at his ankles, presenting the melted flesh below. More of those scars littered his arms, seen even under the steel gauntlet that he wore on his left hand, clicking the sharpened claws together in a rhythm, click-clack, click-clack-clack, click-clack, click-clack-clack. More burns stretched across his bared collarbones, up his neck, covering any & all slithers of his face that could be seen under the skull he wore.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell of gas became, until it was near nauseating, that disgusting reminder that they could all go up in flames at any moment, should he so wish. Miranda could also hear a delicate squeaking as her middle child come closer, something that almost resembled the squeaking of a rat, or two rats, overlapping each other. Feniks approached her yet closer, & she could see the back of his head as he did a half-hearted bow before her. His brown hair had been tied in a braid that day, a slither of white leading from his right temple & to the very end of the braid. And, beneath that there was movement, a wriggling & wiggling as suddenly a rat peaked its whiskered face from below the confines of the skull. Then another head peaked out, one brown & one black, & then the greyish body followed suit, as the two-headed rat ran down Feniks’ arm & into his awaiting hand.

“If it isn’t Lord Garet Feniks. Took your time, cousin.” Karl snarled, finally settling on sitting with his legs crossed, his left ankle resting on his right knee. Garet huffed, the glow from behind the skull getting more intense as he glared at Lord Heisenberg.

“Zamknął byś się, Heisenberg, bo ci jeszcze język wyrwę.” Garet cursed the lord out, sneering as he stalked closer. His voice was deep & booming, a raspy quality to it as with every word he spoke, the room filled more & more with the flammable gas that his lungs began to produce after he was given the cadou.

“Halt dich still, Feniks!” Karl shot back, uncrossing his legs & bursting out of his chair to the chants of ‘fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!’ from Angie. He glared up at Feniks, trying to give himself some more height by bouncing on the balls of his feet, waving his hammer around like it was a toy & not a mass of metals. Feniks clenched & unclenched his left hand, holding it up & positioning his fingers as if he was ready to snap them, the silver of the gauntlet glinting from the beams of sunlight filtering through the rooftop.

Miranda shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose to keep her cool, the stomped up to them & from her back burst out her wings, an echoing fwoosh sounding as the black feathers obscured Heisenberg’s & Feniks’ view of one another, “Enough! Both of you! Sit!” She commanded, sending them both a displeased & quite disappointed look. She couldn’t see what sort of expression Garet was making at her under his skull, but Karl had a decidedly furious scowl marring his face, & was clearly still raring to go. This would be a long meeting.

But, eventually, both of the Lords sat at their mother’s command, Karl first, & Garet beside him on the bench flanking Miranda’s left, together echoing “Yes, mother.”

“Finally. We can begin.”

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Hope you enjoyed, & I promised to be a bit more active on this blog in the future.

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #mother miranda #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #resident evil oc #booker writes

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windstormwielding · 3 years

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How did you come up with Kotaro's zanpakuto? (i really love the bird theme of his attacks!) did you go through a lot of changes when coming up with names, abilities, and the general concept?

{ ooc } bUCKLE UP KIDDOS ‘CAUSE IT’S TIME FOR SOME LONG OVERDUE GODDAMNED KŌTA META-

Kōta’s zanpakutō was essentially conceived out of my own love for great big storms and heavy winds – and yes, I have a story to go with that! On one occasion many years ago, I hopped on a bus to visit a friend in town, but I was ill-prepared in that it was about to rain heavily and I had jack shit but a jacket. No raincoat and not even an umbrella. I thought I would make it there on time, buuuuut evidently, I did not. It already started raining and thundering hard by the time I walked out of the bus and had to walk a few blocks by myself.

And honestly, Plouton, looking back? I would not have changed a single little detail that day. Those several minutes I spent outside at the mercy of a live thunderstorm left such a huge impression on me! The incessant rain keeping me tethered to the ground, the sheer volume of deafening thunder cracking so hard and so loudly that the air around me quaked... pair that with times I’ve enjoyed feeling myself at the mercy of heavy winds, or even the smell of the outside after rain falls...

...pretty much all of that served as the biggest source of inspiration behind the wind and storm-oriented zanpakutō, and I wanted Kōta to embody that himself.

Besides, aside from Senna herself in Memories of Nobody, the Gotei 13 lacked a dedicated air-manipulating shinigami barring Kensei’s unique take on the topic with Tachikaze, and we’ve only seen antagonists use this power (Dordoni of the Arrancar within the main story, Kariya if you want to go filler with the Bounts... whom I’ve honestly forgotten about prior to creating Kōta WHOOPS) in the traditional sense. Not to mention, air as an element is SUPER malleable and there’s so much you can do with it if you get creative?? So, given we’ve got some real powerful element-leaning shinigami already with water (lbr Kaien would’ve been a beast had he not been nixed), fire (Yama), snow (Tosh), and electricity (Sasakibe), why not keep adding to the idea?

With that, we’ve got the main concept locked down. Powers and general theme? Check. Bird-like zanpakutō spirit? Check. Defined attacks? ...noooooot quite there yet—in fact, those were a fairly late addition well after the blog reboot. As for what led to it, this never took off since the other mun blipped on an indefinite hiatus, but our thread would have likely turned into a fight thread between our muses and uh...

...yeah, I realized named techniques are kind of an important thing to have, especially when writing within the context of an action-oriented series like Bleach. It wasn’t just about the cool factor, but having a readily available kit for reference (for myself, my writing partners, and folks reading in) was a must, not to mention it helped better define just what his main friggin’ weapon is capable of like those of most of the existing cast. In case a fight thread does come around in the future, it’d be an ideal thing to have ready to go and bring him further up to par with other fighters!

Just like that, I subjected myself to extra homework. Coming up with the moves themselves came to me simply enough, in seeing how air was played with in other media I was familiar with (key ones being Sonic the Hedgehog, The Legend of Zelda, and Avatar: The Last Airbender) and fashioning some of my own spins on top of some original ideas. I knew I wanted to lean hard on the bird motif since his zan spirit is a tengu, and given the wide variety of things the element of air/wind can do, I thought to make full connections between the two by theming each special move after certain species of bird! Creating those moves and naming them were the easy parts.

Naming them, that is, in English. Naming them all in Japanese was, by far, the hardest part. Why? Parce que je ne suis pas japonais, et aussi parce que je ne parle pas la langue, you see. On top of language barriers, the Japanese tongue operates on a whole other set of rules, compared to the Latin/Germanic-based ones I’ve grown used to with English, French, and (at one point) German. I did take some Japanese classes as an elective back in university, but that was only in first year – my own understanding, as a result, was threadbare and surface level at best, so that was not going to get me anywhere. I did not want to half-ass it with romaji and I love Bleach too much to not want to do these ideas justice.

I am a stickler when it comes to detail and canon-compliance, so getting the naming right by abiding to the proper conventions as best as I possibly could became my topmost priority. Google Translate was not going to fly because lord knows it’s no good without proper context between wholly different languages in English and Japanese, and it only gets wilder once you throw Chinese into the mix, given I’m supposed to use kanji. Thus, the name of the game here turned out to be “reverse engineering,” and I had to go in accepting I probably wasn’t going to get it 100% right the first time.

“What rules do zanpakutō names and special attack names follow?” “How do I apply on- or kun-reading in spelling out a group of certain kanji?” “Where are the common denominators in those rules that I can identify?” “Which language conventions have I already picked up from watching god knows how much anime over the years that I can replicate?” “Which set of words best conveys this particular English word that has no direct Japanese translation?” “How does [x] roll off the tongue? Does it sound right and fluid enough, or does it still feel super stilted and weird?” It was a loooooooot of this until I was finally satisfied with each individual end result!

Tl;dr: Jisho.org and Wikipedia were godsends during this whole process. I also want to thank @tigrextoque who gave me some helpful pointers after the fact!

ALSO... the ones on the Battle Info page aren’t even all of the ones I’ve thought about. Because I’m a glutton for punishment apparently, I purposely went and submitted a request for a certain ask meme on an ask meme source blog, JUST so I could play around with more ideas that came or would come to mind. This time, however, it was through the form of COMBINATION ATTACKS (which, by virtue alone, are honestly peak awesomeness). Those that implicated other shinigami got new bird motifs to meld the aesthetics of both muses, while I did get a couple of Quincy ones (with their referenced attacks actually using romaji as a base! Whoo-hoo for saving me the effort!) as a bonus to mix things up!

I’ll link them all right here (and later on the Battle Info page) for your convenience:

Noboru no mai, Shiro Fukurō (騰の舞・白梟, Rising Dance, Snowy Owl), with Rukia Kuchiki

Ahōdori Kyōka: Flying Battery (群烏強化: フライングバッテリー, Albatross Strengthening: Flying Battery) with Bambietta Basterbine

Muragarasu Kyōka: Galvano Volley (群烏強化: ガルヴァノボレー, Flock of Crows Strengthening: Galvano Volley), plus upgraded variant Muragarasu Kyōka: Galvano Storm (群烏強化: ガルヴァノストーム, Flock of Crows Strengthening: Galvano Storm), with Candice Catnipp

Hagetaka Rinbu (禿鷹輪舞, Vulture Round Dance) with Rangiku Matsumoto

Senkō-fū: Kitsutsuki (穿孔風: 啄木鳥, Drilling Wind: Woodpecker) with Nemu Kurotsuchi

Gyaku-fū Fūsa: Benizuru (逆風封鎖: 紅鶴, Headwind Blockade: Flamingo) with Byakuya Kuchiki

Hikuidori Hinshō (火食鳥頻傷, Cassowary Frequent Cuts) with Ueno Chie

Yes, “Flying Battery” was a deliberately written Sonic the Hedgehog reference. No, I will never apologize for that.

...might I reblog that meme again in the future though...?

...probably not right away.

So, uh... Plou, I should probably apologize for giving you a lot more than you likely bargained for, but hey, I just didn’t want to leave any stone unturned! Thank you so much for sending me your three questions, I enjoyed writing these little deep dives into my Bleach OC, and thanks for taking interest in Kōta! I hope all of my responses have been both enlightening and to your satisfaction.

#deivorous #{ i’m falling free in the wind ☁ headcanon ☁ }#{ cut for length }#{ whispers in the wind ☁ replies ☁ }#{ beyond the sky ☁ ooc ☁ }#{ ooc: we hope to return to our regular programming tomorrow-! }#{ i just could not focus much until i answered all of these hahahaha- }

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 7 - Mammon’s Ending

Arianthi and Mammon are ready to commit, but what will the other six brothers think? And will they allow her to move back into the House of Lamentation? Also, a longtime Devildom rumor is confirmed.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

Mood playlist:

Allen Stone - Is This Love Teddy Swims - Naturally (Cover) Ali Gatie - It’s You LP - Tightrope Hozier - Like Real People Do

Lucifer turns to walk back inside and Mammon moves to follow him, but I grab his hand and pull him to a stop.

“Oi! What’s wrong?” Mammon shoots me a quizzical glance.

“I just wanted to run something by you real quick before we go in there.”

Mammon nods, encouraging me to go on.

“If they’re ok with me moving back in, and only if you’re ok with this too, I’d like to ask Lucifer if I can move into your room with you. Permanently.”

“Y-y-you would?” Mammon looks down at his feet, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Only if you’re ok with it!” I hastily reassure him.

I personally think it would be weird trying to go back to normal and hang out with you in the room where you watched me fuck Diavolo. Or cuddle on the bed where I with Diavolo.

But damned if I say that out loud. Plus, thinking about falling asleep with and waking up to Mammon makes me giddy.

“Of course I’m ok with it! Getting to have my human with me all the time?” He shoots me a cocky grin. “And I understand why you’d want to move in with me, I’m THE Great Mammon after all.”

I squeeze his hand and smile. “Let’s go talk to your brothers then.”

We walk into the dining room where the brothers are eating breakfast, Mammon following a few steps behind me.

Levi drop his fork in surprise. “Arianthi?”

“Are you coming back?” Asmo asks hopefully.

Beel gives me a sad look. “I’ve missed your human cooking.”

“I’ve missed our trips to the bookstores,” Satan admits, while Belphie just stares at me sullenly.

“Oi! Back off!” In a bold move Mammon hugs me from behind, glaring at his brothers. “She’s coming back and she’s mine, ya got it?”

Levi rolls his eyes. “We all know she’s “your” human Mammon.”

“No she’s..........ok well yeah, she’s my human. But now she’s MY girl too.” Mammon looks so incredibly proud, grinning like crazy as he takes in his brothers’ stunned reactions.

I lean back into him for a moment, absorbing some of his warmth before I straighten up.

“Mammon’s right,” I confirm. “And I want to come back, but only if the rest of you are ok with it. I said some terrible things the last time we were all together, and there is no excuse for that. Or for the way I’ve shut all of you out for the past few weeks. I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart. I think of you guys as family and I never should have treated you that way.”

I bite the inside of my cheek nervously, waiting for a response.

“I have so many questions.” Satan sounds dazed.

“Oh! Oh! I have questions too!” Asmo waves his hand excitedly.

“Me too.” Beel nods.

“I think we all have a few things we would like to talk to you about Arianthi,” Lucifer says. “In private. So if you will excuse us Mammon?”

“Oi! Why do I gotta leave?” Mammon whines as he tightens his grip on my waist.

I twist in his arms to face him. “It’s ok. If you’re up for it I’d like to go shopping today with you. Maybe you could go shower and get ready while I talk to everyone?”

He frowns at me. “Fine. But ya yell if ya need me.”

I stand on my tip toes and give him a quick peck on the check. “Good boy.”

“Y-yeah, whatever.” Mammon stutters and turns a very pretty shade of pink. “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Arianthi! Come sit by me!” Levi demands as soon as Mammon leaves the dining room.

I take my seat under the careful gazes of the six demons, waiting for the onslaught of questions.

“I’ll start,” Lucifer says, resting his chin in one gloved palm. “Have you truly ended your relationship with Lord Diavolo?”

I nod.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Satan looks like he’s fending off a headache. “You left Lord Diavolo for Mammon?”

“Yep.”

“You, a human, left a relationship with the literal Prince of the Devildom, to commit to Mammon?” Satan is struggling with this.

“Affirmative.”

“Our Mammon?” He’s quickly approaching peak levels of “I can’t even”.”

“Yes Satan, your Mammon. The Avatar of Greed. White hair, blue eyes, pretty smile? Ringing any bells?”

“But.......but he’s an idiot.” Satan is incredulous.

“Hey!” I scowl at him. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

Satan looks to Lucifer for back up.

“Mammon does have a tendency towards active idiocy.” Lucifer agrees.

I shoot them both a dirty look. “Stop that. Mammon may have his moments where he’s a little.......quirky or unconventional, but he’s not stupid like you all keep telling him he is.”

Both sit back in their chairs, chastised.

“I have a question,” Levi says.

I turn to look at him. “Shoot.”

“Did you mean what you said about thinking of us as your family?”

“I really do think that Levi.”

“And you’re seriously sorry?” He narrows his eyes at me.

“I am. I was angry and hurt and I took it out on all of you. I never should have done that.”

Levi nods, considering my answer. “Ok, last question. Are you still my player two?”

I grin at him. “Always.”

He grins back. “Welcome home.”

“Can I ask you something?” Beel isn’t even touching his food, all his concentration on me.

“Of course.” I’m a little nervous at what Beel considers so serious that he has to take a break from inhaling his breakfast.

“Did you.....do what you did with Diavolo just to get back at Mammon?”

I feel a small pang of adoration in my chest. Sweet, sweet Beel; worrying about his big brother.

“You mean did I hook up with Diavolo just to hurt Mammon? And you want to know if I cared about Diavolo or if it was just convenient?”

Beel nods seriously.

“I was hurt by Mammon, but I do care about Diavolo. The relationship wasn’t something I did just to spite Mammon. There are genuine feelings between us, but what I feel for Diavolo isn’t what I feel for Mammon.”

I pause, trying to sort my thoughts into words.

“When I’m not with Mammon it feels like I’m missing pieces. As great as he is, I can live without Diavolo and be fine. I can’t do that with Mammon.”

Beel cocks his head to the side, considering, then he nods once. “Good enough for me.”

I look at Belphie, waiting to see if he has anything to add.

He gives me a look of complete and utter disappointment.

“I can’t believe you hooked up with Diavolo.” He snorts in disgust. “I hate him.”

“I’ve heard.” I sigh heavily.

“Like, really hate him. The guy is a serious douche canoe.”

“Belphegor!” Lucifer’s tone is stern.

Belphie just shrugs. “I’d rather you be with Mammon than him. And I’ve missed napping with you, so welcome back I guess.” He gives me a small smile.

“My turn now!” Asmo is shaking with excitement. “So - “

I hold up my hand. “Asmo if you’re going to ask me about what I think you’re going to ask me about, you only get two questions.”

Asmo hunches in disappointment, then bounces back up. “Ok, I’ve got my two questions!”

I hold my breath as he shoots me a sly smile.

“How big is Diavolo’s dick? Please say it’s big. I don’t want to have wasted a millennia of fantasies on a demon with a small dick.”

“Why are you like this?” Lucifer asks, exasperated.

Asmo rolls his eyes. “Avatar of Lust. Literally in the name.” He turns his attention back to me. “Now answer the question!”

“He’s huge,” I confirm. “Those fantasies probably don’t even come close; Diavolo is packin’ heat.”

Asmo giggles delightedly while the rest of his brothers groan.

“No more!” Levi begs.

“I get one more question, Arianthi said so!” Asmo pouts. He takes a minute to think and then a wide smile splits his face. “Ok.......... tell the truth. Did Diavolo ever tell you how you compare to Lucifer as a lover?”

I knew this was coming. I knew it.

“He said I was more experimental, that Lucifer was very rigid in what he liked in bed. He said I give better blow jobs, and I was his first...........”

I trail off as I notice that Lucifer has a slight flush on his cheeks and his brothers are all staring at me, open mouthed.

I look at Lucifer. “Is this one of those things that we shouldn’t talk about?” I ask, slightly mortified.

Asmo breaks out in giggles, everyone but Lucifer joining in. “I knew it! I knew it! You, Lucifer, are a lying liar who lies!”

Satan stares at Lucifer wide-eyed. “You’ve been denying that rumor for centuries........ but it’s really true?”

Belphie is laughing so hard he’s crying, and he buries his face into his cow pillow. “This is too fucking perfect.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

There’s a sudden flash of purple as Lucifer’s magic lights up the room. We all fall silent and he levels a stare at us.

“This conversation never leaves this room. In fact, I say we all forget this conversation even happened.”

We all nod quickly, but Asmo mouths “more details later” at me and I wink at him in agreement.

Lucifer clears his throat. “Well then. If everyone is quite done, how does everyone feel about Arianthi moving back in?”

The other five all smile and nod at me.

“Welcome back Arianthi,” Lucifer says.

“Thanks guys. I’m really happy to be home.” I hesitate for a moment. “Lucifer, there is something I wanted to ask you about. In private, if that’s ok?”

He nods in agreement and we walk into the library, away from the others. Once inside, he arches an eyebrow at me expectantly.

I take a deep breath. “I wanted to ask if it was alright with you if I moved into Mammon’s room with him. I don’t want to go back to my room. I want to stay with him.”

“Arianthi -”

I cut him off. “Lucifer, Mammon saw us together. Diavolo and me, in my room. I don’t want him to have to remember that every time he goes in there. It wouldn’t be good for him, or us. I know Mammon tries really hard to come off as confident all the time but -”

“He’s just pretending. Especially when it comes to you.” Lucifer says knowingly, a small smile teasing at the edges of his mouth.

“Yeah.” I’m relieved that he understands why I’m asking.

“I know my other brothers and I aren’t always the most supportive of Mammon or his harebrained ideas, and I’m sure that contributes to some of his ........acting out. I am happy he has you to look out for his best interests Arianthi. He needs someone who is going to be on his side.” Lucifer pauses for effect. “You have my permission.”

“I always knew he was your favorite,” I tease with a big smile.

“Don’t you think you have already pushed your limits with me far enough for today?” Lucifer eyes me in annoyance.

“Excellent point. Thank you Lucifer! I’m going to go tell him!” I bound out of the library, eager to tell Mammon the good news.

“Mammon!” I yell as I rush into his room. “Lucifer said it was ok-”

“Oi! What’s the big idea, human? Bustin’ in on me like that?” Mammon stands in the middle of the room, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping from the shower.

“Sorry!”

Not sorry at all.

I gaze appreciatively at the tan skin of his chest, admiring his abs and the firm muscles of his arms.

“Oi! Eyes up here!” Mammon’s face is faintly pink but he’s smirking at me. “I know THE Great Mammon is good to look at, but ya sounded like ya had something to say.”

“Lucifer said it was fine for me to move in with you!” I grin at him, waiting for his reaction.

His eyebrows shoot up. “For real?”

He closes the distance between us, sweeping me into a hug.

I kiss him, slow and sweet, my tongue gently licking at his lips until his mouth opens and his tongue meets mine. He kisses me hesitantly at first, but soon gains confidence, skimming his hands along my sides as he deepens the kiss.

“Damn,” he whispers as we pull apart. “I never thought he’d say yes, but I’m sure as hell glad he did.”

He pulls me in even closer and I’m suddenly aware that the only thing separating me from him is a towel.

“Um, Mammon?”

I softly trace the edge of the towel with my fingertip. His eyes widen comically as he looks down at my finger, slowly tracing patterns on his lower stomach.

“I-I need to get dressed. Ya still wanna go shopping right?” He asks gruffly, fighting the flush on his cheeks.

I smile at him. “Yes please.”

He moves to pull away from me, but I catch his hand, slowly pulling him back to me. I press a smattering of kisses across his chest, working my way up to his neck. I nip at the juncture where his neck curves into his shoulder, leaving a small red mark. He makes an incoherent noise low in his throat, and his chest heaves as his breathing picks up.

“Oh, you like that hmmm?” I look up at him through my eyelashes.

“Ya trying to kill me human?” Mammon exhales sharply through his nose. “Quit distracting me and let me get dressed will ya?”

I giggle and move away from him, going to lay down on his bed while I wait. I hear him fumbling through his closet, then rustling through the clothes left on the pool table.

In a few minutes he joins me on the bed, fully dressed, stretching out on his side to face me.

“Ready to go?” I ask him.

He looks down at the mattress, turning a bright red. “I was wonderin’ if it’d be ok if we stayed in today. Maybe go shopping tomorrow. I just kinda wanna be a-a-alone with ya right now.”

I had wanted to go buy groceries to make a special meal for the boys, but that can wait til tomorrow.

“I don’t mind that at all.” I reach out and take one of his hands, twining our fingers together.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say to him with a smile.

“Well then come here and lemme see ya, ya dumb human.” He tugs me to him until we’re flush together, chest to chest, legs and arms tangled together.

“Hey,” I pout playfully. “No more of that dumb human stuff.”

He smirks down at me. “That’s right. You’re MY dumb human now, ain’t ya?”

I smack a hand lightly against his chest. He chuckles and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “Nah, you’re my girl now. That’s all that matters. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

I nuzzle my head against his chest. “I like the sound of that. Your girl.”

“I love the sound of it.”

We stay like that for a while, Mammon’s slender fingers tracing patterns over my back, content just to hold each other again after such a long time apart.

“Mammon?” I ask softly.

“Hmmm?” He responds lazily, fingers never stilling against my skin.

“I’m so sorry for everything. You deserved so much better than that. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

“None of that now, or I’m gonna start callin’ ya a dumb human again.” I feel his lips brush against my hair. “We’re startin’ over, doing it right this time. Ya got that?”

I nod, leaning my head back to kiss him. “I got it. After all, I can’t say no to THE Great Mammon.”

He quickly turns pink. “Of course ya can’t,” he growls at me playfully, returning my kiss.

We spend the rest of the day tangled up together, trading kisses and small touches, getting used to each other again. Later that night we drowsily lay together, sharing a pillow and looking into each other’s eyes. Our hair mixes together on the pillow, my long black curls standing out against his shorter white hair.

“I like this,” I whisper to him.

“Me too.” He smiles sleepily at me, reaching out and booping my nose.

“Not that, silly.” I giggle at him. “Well, not only that,” I quickly amend.

He quirks an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to elaborate.

“This,” I whisper, reaching out a finger to trace our intertwined hair. “Dark and light. Two halves of a whole. One can’t exist without the other.”

Mammon looks at me, eyes soft and loving.

“I like that too.” He leans forward to kiss me. “I love you human.”

“I love you too demon.”

We drift off together, lulled to sleep by the sound of each other’s heartbeats.

The next three months are a happy blur of time spent with the brothers, classes at R.A.D., and exploring my relationship with Mammon. Even though the end of the exchange program is drawing near, we’ve been making plans to keep our relationship going; everything from visits to video calls, and even traveling the human realm together.

One morning I’m getting ready for R.A.D. with Asmo in his room. Or more accurately, I’m ready to go, laying on Asmo’s bed flipping through a magazine while he painstakingly styles his hair.

I’m admiring a photo spread of Mammon modeling a new clothing line for Majolish when I realize that Asmo’s talking to me.

“Mmmmm?” I look up from the magazine.

Asmo looks at me in the mirror, still fussing with his hair. “I said, how are things going with my dear big brother?”

“Good. Things are really good.” I feel a goofy grin spread across my face. It always seems to happen when I talk about Mammon. I can’t help it.

“And in the bedroom? How’s he compared to Diavolo?” Asmo waggles his eyebrows at me, grinning.

“Asmo!” I shriek, feeling my face flush.

“Ooooh! Is that a good sound or a bad sound?” Asmo jumps on the bed, bouncing and settling in next to me.

I hesitate.

His face falls. “That bad?”

“Noooooo.......”

I’m reluctant to say anything, but if I have to tell anyone this, Asmo is the one I’d tell.

“The thing is, I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t - “ Asmo squints his eyes then widens them as he puts the pieces together. “You mean, you haven’t?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“But, but.....it’s been MONTHS! How could you not?” Asmo is distraught.

I shrug.

“I’ve been respecting Mammon’s space. He’s not ready yet and I don’t want to push him.” I pause. “I think he’s a little......worried about following Diavolo, if you get what I mean.”

Asmo nods knowingly. “Makes sense, especially since we’re talking about Mammon. But you’ve figured out his little praise kink by now haven’t you?”

I smirk at him. “I knew about that before I start dating him.”

“Then use it.” Asmo shrugs. “I’m not saying push him before he’s ready, but build up his confidence a little more. Let him know you’re all about him, you find him sexy, you want him. I guarantee he wants you just as much as you want him, he’s just feeling insecure.”

I frown. “You really think? I don’t want him to feel pressured.”

He rolls his eyes.

“He won’t, trust me. I’m the Avatar of Lust, remember? I know about these things. And I’m his brother. He’s been craving you for almost a year now. I’m surprised he’s not crawling out of his skin with lust. He certainly reeks of it.” Asmo wrinkles up his delicate nose.

“Asmodeus!” I shriek again, playfully bopping him with a pillow. He screams dramatically and grabs a pillow to retaliate.

Mammon suddenly barges into the room. “Oi! What are you guys doin’? We’re gonna be late and Lucifer’s gonna blame me!”

Asmo and I glance at each other and burst into a fit of giggles.

“What’re ya laughing at?” Mammon demands.

“Nothing!” We reply in unison.

Mammon glares at us.

I gather up my things and go give him a kiss on the cheek. I grab his hand and tug him towards the door.

“Come on baby, don’t want to be late.” Months later Mammon still flushes at the nickname, but he follows me obediently.

We’re halfway to RAD when Solomon catches up to us. “Hey Arianthi! Mammon.”

Mammon’s grip tightens on my hand.

“Hey Solomon,” I reply.

“I’m glad I found you. Diavolo wants to speak to us both; we can walk over together.”

“Do you know what he wants to talk to us about?” I sneak a glance over at Mammon. His teeth are clenched so tight I can see the small muscles in his jaw twitching.

“He didn’t say. But whatever it is we shouldn’t keep him waiting.” Solomon gives me one of his knowing smiles and starts walking away, expecting me to follow him.

I sigh. “I should go see what’s going on. I’ll see you at lunch, ok?”

“I should go with ya.” Mammon is radiating jealous energy.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea honey. It’s probably about the exchange program. I’m sure it will be quick.” I get on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. “I’ll message you as soon as I’m done.”

“Ya better.” Mammon tugs me to him and gives me another kiss, this one possessive and insistent.

I hug him tight. “I love you. Talk to you soon.”

“Love you too,” he says as he releases me.

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Mammon watches Arianthi hurry to catch up to Solomon, unease and anger churning in his stomach. He barely tolerates the idea of his girl being alone with his own brothers; the thought of her being alone with Diavolo and Solomon damn near drives him crazy.

Maybe I shoulda went with her. She don’t need to be alone with them.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

Nah, MY girl isn’t like that. She can handle herself. But I gotta be sure to remind her and everybody else who she belongs to when she gets outta of that meeting.

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I catch up to Solomon standing outside of Diavolo’s office. I hesitate for a minute, reluctant to go inside.

Solomon smirks at me. “Nervous?”

I roll my eyes. “Blow me.”

“Have you even seen him since you started dating Mammon?” Solomon turns serious.

I shake my head. “We’ve seen each other in passing, but this will be the first time we’ve actually talked since I moved out of the castle.”

He puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes comfortingly. “No matter what happens in there, I’ve got your back. Humans have to stick together down here.”

I give him a grateful smile. “Thanks Solomon.”

He returns the smile then steps forward to knock on the office door. One beat, then two. Suddenly we hear Diavolo’s deep voice calling from within.

“Come in.”

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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“Nobody Does it Better”

I’ve had this idea stirring in my head so I decided to plunge down into indulgent hell and actually write it. I usually write this kind of thing in 1st person so being in 3rd is a little strange for me. Anyway, Enjoy!!! Also the title is a song I’ve been listening to that has violent JuLisa vibes.

Pairing: Julius x Lisa (my OC fuck you)

Warnings: None. Just them being cute as hell as usual.

“This is going to be a disaster.”

“No it’s not!”

“A nightmare...”

“Lisa-”

“A war crime-”

“Lisa!”

Lisa was one of those people who tried her best to not be bothered by little things. As someone who stood in the top levels of power in the Kingdom, she needed to be that way. But sometimes, something would get in her head, like a raspberry seed in your teeth, and it would just stew there until she couldn’t take it any more. Lisa was good at hiding it, but not from Julius. So, when he inevitably realized something was wrong and asked, she nearly exploded.

“Julius, I should definitely stay home from this party. You know all those nobles make me nervous!” The short woman paced the floor, agitated, her shoes clicking rhythmically with each step. The two were taking a break from work (one of many so far today), and Julius watched with concern from his desk as the worries continued to mount.

“You’ve lived here for four months, you know!” Julius reminded her in an attempt to quell her fear. “They’re all used to you by now... I think-” He gulped nervously. “But! Even if they’re not, it’s not like they’re going to do anything about it. I’ll be there too, remember?”

That’s right. Lisa nodded slowly, but his words only stirred more bitterness. Of course she would be okay if Julius was there... he was always the one who took the blame for her actions, who swooped in to deescalate problems she cause. Maybe Julius was perfectly fine with being a human shield, but for Lisa, it was a little humiliating. “Right...” She paused her pacing, her gaze turning slightly sad. “I’m sorry... I’m probably going to make you look like a fool-”

“No way!” Lisa looked up to see that Julius was already on his feet, walking over to her with that usual reassuring smile. “Lisa, you could never embarrass me. On the other hand, I think I’m the one who will embarrass you!” To his relief, Lisa’s worry instantly melted from her face and she let out a little giggle. “I mean it... you’re going to be fine.”

And somehow, Lisa believed it. At least, until later that night when the party actually started.

These opulent gatherings of royalty and nobility were quite commonplace in the castle. And since Julius was popular among them as well as the general population, he was usually expected to show up for a while. And he didn’t want to go anywhere without Lisa. However, this was by far the fanciest event Lisa had ever been to. She grew up in the common realm, in a town out in the middle of the woods, working in a tavern of all places, so this type of civilized crowd was far from her comfort zone. On top of that, there was bad blood still fresh between her and the nobility; just four months ago, the King himself worked to expel her from the Magic Knights and even attempted to execute her. No mercy came from the nobles, and Julius had to step in to save her life. It was an unjust, frustrating experience, one Lisa was now fated to carry forever, but tonight was like salt in the wound.

But Julius is right. I need to get used to this. I’m an advisor now, this is my new world, so I have to get along with nobles.

Easier said than done.

Julius went on ahead, so Lisa was alone when she finally poked her head into the crowded banquet hall. Very important looking people were everywhere, laughing, chatting, drinking, gossiping, all of it. Everyone was... glittering, almost, their outfits and appearances polished as much as possible, just another way to show how they shined in this matte world. And now, Lisa was feeling very, very matte.

Hmm, maybe this isn’t a good idea- Her eyes darted around as she silently closed the door behind her, already feeling gazes pierce her skin. Not one of these people was someone she recognized, and Julius himself was nowhere to be seen. If he was ditching the event to look for magic, Lisa wished he took her with him. I can’t do this- Maybe I’ll tell him I had a stomach ache- or a fever- She shook her head. No, that’ll never work, I don’t get sick... Despite that fact, Lisa was getting close to feeling queasy. She couldn’t do anything but stand there awkwardly in the corner, in a dress much too fancy for her body, and wilt under the increasing glares from multiplying sources.

“... look.”

“It’s her.”

And now they were whispering, loud enough for Lisa to hear.

“Wasn’t she exiled?”

“No, just kicked out of the Magic Knights. What a disgrace.”

“For assaulting the king, correct?”

“And don’t forget, that affair with Lord Julius.”

“That affair is still going, that’s the only reason she’s here.”

“Disgusting.”

“Skank.”

“How unsightly...”

“That dress, too, who told her it was appropriate to show so much skin?”

“Whore.”

Lisa was used to being strong, but each word hit her like an arrow. She stood there and took each one, in rapid succession, and the only response was the slow but sure tightening of her fist. The memories of that day, her greatest humiliation, the day she was treated as something less than human, crashed down and started to drown her.

She was helpless.

I can’t do this... but I can’t run either...

“LISAAAAA!”

That voice cut through her thoughts, as gentle as a melody yet the strongest thing in this world. The whispers immediately ceased, and Lisa looked up to see why. Julius was basically sprinting over, a bug, dumb smile plastered on his face, along with the lingering shock of seeing her here, out of her element, and yet...

“My god-”

He finally skid to a stop, his eyes sweeping over her easily twelve times, taking in every inch of her skin and dress as he could, drinking it up like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks even though he saw her just an hour ago. Finally, his lavender eyes met hers again, and Lisa felt her heart skip more beats than it had in a while.

“You’re easily the most lovely thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

...

Lisa wasn’t exactly sure what to say and Julius reached out and took her hand in his, the gesture as strong and sure as anything else the Wizard King did.

...how can you say that...

“Thank you...” Lisa finally responded, trying to swallow the swell of doubt that was threatening to come leaking out of her. This is what I get for being protected so much... I forget how much it hurts for people to talk to me like this. The best she could do was distract herself and try to ignore the dirty glances. Julius was here now, after all, so maybe it would be alright. “You’re looking pretty hot yourself.”

“Hot?” Julius repeated, a light blush appearing on his cheeks as he laughed off the praise. Despite dishing out compliments at every opportunity, receiving them always made him feel a bit sheepish. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

Lisa couldn’t help but let out a little giggle, eagerly slipping her arm around his to get closer. Despite the two of them being together for more than a year at this point, being this close to him, feeling the rub of his sleeve against her skin, the way he moved under her hand...

It’s like there’s magic inside him.

“Is something wrong?”

Lisa blinked, and realized that once again she had been unresponsive. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She gave Julius a bright smile to quell his worries. “But I think your praise is a bit higher than mine-”

“Oh? Why should it be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the Wizard King?”

“Oh, right... I suppose my word is law. Well, it should be law! I decree that Lisa Petalon is the most beautiful woman in this room-”

“Julius-”

“-hell, the whole kingdom!”

“JULIUS!”

Julius snickered mischievously as Lisa turned more and more red with each embarrassing word that left his lips. “Well-” she cleared her throat once she composed herself. More people were still staring at the pair out of the corner of their eyes, but didn’t dare say anything now that Julius was here. “Too bad I have to go back to my old outfit tomorrow.” She glanced down at her temporary finery. To be honest, she did look quite good in the dress, even though it was something she would never wear again. But if her normal clothes seemed dull in comparison-

“Nonsense. You’ll look even more beautiful tomorrow, I’m sure.”

Of course, Julius would never let her think that.

“That’s crazy,” Lisa chuckled, smiling and nodding at people who walked by. Julius waved and smiled as well, but his attention was entirely focused on the woman on his arm. “If my beauty is peaking tonight, I’ll have to come off of that peak tomorrow, right?”

“No, no, that’s not how that works,” Julius objected, as if he were the lead authority on beauty mathematics, “It doesn’t ever go down... it just gets compounded, you know? Each time I see you is the sum of all the moments before, plus more-”

“Julius, please-”

“Just saying!” Julius’s other hand came to rest on the one on his arm, that gentle, kind smile shining down on Lisa like the sun itself.

... I still don’t get it sometimes.

Julius could see it, the doubts that had been stirred tonight. But his mission, as always, was to make things right. “It’s all true. There’s no one else in this world I want by my side tonight.”

Despite the fact that everyone was watching, and would definitely have something to say, Julius leaned down, his lips pressing against Lisa’s forehead for just a moment, right beside the ancient magical mark burned into her skin. The feeling of his lips against it sent a barely-noticeable shiver down her body, a memory of something they shared together not so long ago.

... how can you smile at me like that.

The worry was faint, just a breath, a memory of a whisper. But it was quickly buried beneath the warmth that radiated from the man beside her.

And so, the night went on as smoothly as it could. Thankfully, Augustus didn’t show up, which was the worst case scenario Lisa had dared to entertain. Eventually Julius was forced to split his attention between Lisa and the others that wanted to talk to him. He was a popular guy, after all, but he never once let go of her hand as he chatted and made idle conversation with the people around him. It was like a silent challenge, despite the lack of a malicious gleam in his sparkling eyes. A decree, if you will. This woman deserves to be here. As much as any of you.

Unfortunately, Lisa couldn’t just smile, nod, and look pretty the entire time.

“Hey, let’s dance!”

...d-dance?!

By the time Lisa understood what he meant, it was too late; Julius was dragging her over to the floor, where many other couples were already moving gracefully. “Ah! Wait, Julius, you know I don’t know anything about dancing! Er- at least, this type of dancing!” Sure, Lisa could dance just fine in a crowded tavern or inn, or gallop around the room arm-in-arm with her drunk comrades from the Crimson Lions. Ballroom dancing was an entirely different beast.

“Nonsense! I’ll teach you, it’s not hard.”

“Teach?! Julius, the time to teach is before you have to do it for real!” Lisa objected, her voice a hushed, severe whisper. Julius didn’t listen, just pulled her closer, one hand in hers and the other holding her waist. “I-I don’t want to embarrass you-”

“Lisa.”

The sound of her name on his lips was enough to make her fall silent.

“I told you... that’s my job. I’m not letting you steal my job!”

And just like that, everything was okay. Lisa laughed along with him, a little louder that a proper lady should, but she was nervous. “And anyway-” Julius closed his eyes as he continued to smile down at her. “We can ‘cheat’ a little.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Cheat?”

“Yeah... you know...” Julius pointed to his own forehead, to the empty spot next to his Swallowtail mark. “I was taught how to dance when I was a kid... I could probably teach you real quick.”

“...oh...”

Lisa couldn’t help but smile at the thought, her heatbeat picking up in anticipation. The ancient magic within her gave her the power to share magic with Julius, but that link, the dyad, was much more than that. For a brief moment, the two of them ceased to exist, their minds and souls united as overwhelming power was passed between the two of them. They understood each other completely... and even though Lisa couldn’t help but doubt, Julius never did. Not once.

Together... that’s all we’re meant to be.

No other words needed to be spoken. Lisa leaned up, and Julius leaned down. But before she could press her forehead against his, to take the memory he wished to share with her, Julius dodged, and their lips met instead.

... you big sap. Fine.

Each kiss was like magic, each one more potent than the other. Maybe it worked the way Julius described earlier... each kiss the sum of every one before it, plus a little more. Or, in this case, a lot more. Because it was potent enough to melt away the rest of the room, to shield them from the disapproving eyes, the disapproving world.

For a brief moment, nothing mattered except the two of them. Nobody. Nothing.

Finally, with a shallow breath, Julius released her lips, his eyes flickering open at the same time as hers. “So... what was that for?” Lisa whispered, trying to hide how absolutely thrilling that kiss was. Sure, it was quick, shallow, and chaste... but still...

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” Julius countered, his little smirk equal parts infuriating and charming.

“...no.”

“Good.”

His forehead pressed against hers, for just a second, and Lisa’s eyes widened. It was like a small spark of electricity, yet as powerful as a supernova. All at once, Lisa felt it... she felt like she had known how to dance her entire life.

Maybe it was dangerous to take in more of him, because maybe she would end up forgetting who she was. But that wasn’t so bad. Lisa wanted to be like Julius, after all.

“Got it?”

“Yeah...” The giddy feelings bubbled up like champagne. “I’m ready.”

The two of them danced off into the night, as graceful as can be, almost like they were extensions of each other’s bodies. As the others watched, even the most disgruntled critics had to admit...

“I suppose they look pretty good together after all.”

#sfjdskljfklsad #sorry I'm in self indulgent hell rn #lots of dyad references so sorry #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono x oc #bc oc #oc: lisa #black clover #one shot

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daddys-little-gaslighter · 3 years

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Please gush about your favorite tibbit abiut each and everyone of your OCs and dont stop untik your satisfied❤️

Tumblr said no the first time I tried to post this, but-

All my Destiny OCs are so fucking cute and funny im love them-

Talking abt Crow's interactions w others w my gf had me realize Deimos and him mirror each other with their anxiety over meeting others.

At first when I would talk abt OCs on my blog, I said I wasn't comfy talking abt him bc I haven't fleshed him out enough and that's just a blatant lie now. My boy is SHORT for a Guardian, and he's v insecure about it. If it wasn't for Faire and Atlas dragging him out of his shell he'd still be a quiet little thing that cries at the thought of human interaction. Funny enough, Faire found him at the Tower having a panic attack while trying to find the Vanguard and went "oh, precious. I need to help this one." Took him under her wing, and he hasn't left since. To make things better, he literally panicked himself a boyfriend; he met Ruin-1 on a strike and went big 😍 over the other hunter before he realized "wAIT OH NO, ICAN'TTALKTOHIM" and his poor Ghost had to hit his mentor up going "hey, can you help me set up a date between Deimos and that hunter Ruin-1?" The question gave everyone a stroke but everyone was SHOOK when they became an item.

Faire, since d1 has hit peak mom figure to others tho. She's grilled Ruin when him and Deimos first got together like "who the hell are you? What's your job? Your title? What makes you think you're good enough for him?" And Atlas had to interfere and pull her aside like "LMAO FAIRE NO, HE'S CHILL. PLEASE, DON'T PICK A FIGHT WITH HIM." When she met Crow after Atlas introduced her to the man she went "lORD, HE'S SO DAMN THIN." and has had to refrain from mother henning him to death. Ardyn-2 has once called her mom while she was clucking over Deimos who came home spooked from a strike; and she answered to it without thinking.

The OC that doesn't get enough love tho is deff Ser Mason. Who's gotten progressively more tired throughout my works 😂 my lil sis pointed out he'd get along great w Faire tho bc big parent energy solidarity. She adopts dumbass hunters, and he adopts dumbass mages and heroic spirits. He's an older Knight and honestly was like "maybe working with the Inquisition will give me a chance to stay away from shenanigans and rest." He was wrong. He was so, so wrong and he just feels old having to deal with all the bullshit. Between the demonic nonsense going on and the tyrannical Inquisition suddenly cracking down on authoritarian stances when handling mages to the point where they'll lobotomize children, which he DID NOT SIGN UP FOR. after that, he was at the tavern drinking with Bull for quite a while.

Tho don't let me fool you into thinking this means Faire is Like That when out in the field. She's not. She's a goblin and it terrifies others to the point where some outright refuse to work with her. She gets so aggressive with DPS she can hurt herself or teammates in the process, and it's a somewhat common occurrence. Unless she's in the Crucible, then she's throwing hands over the pettiest shit, like another warlock bullying someone or getting mad at their sheer buffoonery. What are you DOING running Sunshot do you have no damn common sense??? (They probably didn't, and Deimos is guilty of doing that too but she'll never know.)

I don't think I've talked much abt their sexualities tho outside of getting mad abt people being unreasonable over my choice to keep Faire single. But yeah, she's still a lesbian. Deimos is the epitome of a disaster bi, and Ardyn-2 is ace asf. Ser Mason is the 1 het OC but tbfh their orientations aren't too important. They're still good characters outside of that and I try not to make a big deal out of it.

#gen answers #oc gushing #long post #I'm so mad I had to retype all of this but tysm #my mom absolutely adores Deimos and Ser Mason #she threatens to steal them often 😂

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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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stolen whispers: chapter 1

AN: this fic isn’t a request, it’s a story i’ve been preparing for a lil while and I’m so excited to share this with you all <3

I’ll link it on my Archive if you prefer to read it there. Also warning, there’s quite a few OCs.

Time: 2028 (Scorbus have been married for two years)

Summary: When a new generation of Death Eaters kidnap Scorpius, Albus and Rose put aside their differences to rescue him.

TW: Kidnapping/Language/minor violence

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Two witches wearing shadowy black robes entered the tavern, finding a table near the back. They ordered their mead, waiting for their third partner impatiently. It was a crowded area, so thankfully there was a small chance they would be overheard.

"We don't want more mead." The first woman growled, tapping her long nails at the table. The bartender, a tall man with a mustache put the drinks down.

"I didn't think so." He lips curled into a grin as he morphed into a younger man with wild dusty brown hair, wearing matching robes. He was handsome, but had an eerie presence to him. Any reasonable person would have at least flinched at the transformation, though neither witch did. "Hello ladies." He grinned cheekily.

"Soren, enough playing games." The second woman said, though she was smirking.

Soren barked out a laugh. "It was funny, Mara. And you know it."

The first woman, Lilith narrowed her eyes. She pulled down her hood, revealing cascading inky black hair down her shoulders. A scar that showed no sign of mending was down her cheek. "Your skills are impressive, but useless if you don't use them for our own gain. Don't forget that." She pulled her hood back.

"Understood." He murmured, taking a seat.

"We have much to discuss," She continued, flicking her wand idly. "Our current plan in action. Our...act of revenge. It's been thirty years since The Tenebris was wrongfully killed. I am sick and tired of his name being tossed around in history like he was some monster. He was on the right side."

"Are you certain we want to call the Dark Lord that?" Mara asked suspiciously.

"Shh! You know if anyone hears us, they'll lock us up for good. For speaking our minds." Lilith said. "It's safer we call him by his code name."

Her companions nodded.

"Because of his loss, we have mudbloods in positions of power. Our siblings that fought for his cause are locked up. Or worse, dead."

Mara and Soren looked grim.

"If we had more allies, perhaps we would have had a chance." Soren noted. "We weren't even alive then but...I have a feeling if we were..."

"Just because we weren't alive then, doesn't mean we don't have opinions over the lives stolen!" Mara argued. "That damn Harry Potter."

"Correct. And Soren is right too. For once. If we had more allies, or better yet...certain allies didn't betray us. The Malfoys for instance." She took a sip of her drink.

"Are you suggesting something?" Mara asked.

"Of course I am, don't be so daft." Lilian said, deadly calm. "I want to make that family suffer for what they did. My uncle Vincent Crabbe died for their selfishness. Draco Malfoy had a chance to save him, and he refused like the coward he is. His mother Narcissa lied to Tenebris' face. They are backstabbing filth that besmirched the Sacred 28. No, it isn't just about their betrayal or avenging those we lost in the war. Think of the big picture. They have the capabilities to join our side. To...respawn a new generation of Death Eaters. But that's not all...

"The Malfoys have lots of gold." She drawled. "Surely, they'll spare a few for us in exchange for something important. Or rather...someone."

"Someone?" Soren paused. "What are you suggesting?"

"Regretfully, Astoria Malfoy has passed on." Mara didn't sound the least bit sympathetic, instead stated it blandly. "So using her as a ransom for Draco is a no go."

"Ah, but there is still someone left." Lillian said, removing a small photograph from her cloak, she slid it across the table.

A young man with platinum hair was pictured, beaming brightly in Healer Robes.

"Scorpius Malfoy."

Soren and Mara exchanged a look of satisfaction.

"Bring him to me."

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The best thing about mornings, at least to Albus, was waking up beside his husband. The sun's bright rays peaked through the window of their cream colored bedroom, slowly stirring them both awake. If it was up to him, he would stay in their warm bed, arms wrapped around Scorpius until noon.

Scorpius rolled over, so that they were facing each other. His eyes fluttered open, and Albus felt his heart melt at his sapphire eyes.

"Hi." He yawned. His voice was slightly croaky, no doubt from the morning.

Albus replied by nuzzling his nose, then kissed his cheek. "Hi honey."

Scorpius laughed lightly. "Let's get up then. Start the day? It's a Saturday. We have the whole weekend to spend together."

"I'd rather spend it here with you."

Bathilda mewed from the kitchen.

"But our child is hungry." Scorpius teased, stretching as he slid out of bed. Albus begrudgingly slumped after him, not eager to wake up before ten am. But his own stomach was growling too.

"Speaking of children," Albus said, starting to work on their breakfast as Scorpius poured Bathilda's food. "Iris is pregnant again. James told me through a Howler yesterday."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes widened. "That's great news!"

"Yeah, not for my ears." He commented dryly, still traumatized by James' excited screeching in his ear. "Baby number three." He whistled. "Do you think they're trying to make an entire quidditch team? With Teddy and Vic's lot included, they're on their way."

Though he was joking, Scorpius noticed that Albus was glowing, happy for his brother and sister in law. That was one of the many reasons he loved Albus. His love for his siblings.

"Perhaps. When are they due?"

"September. Which means...that's where they scurried off to last Christmas party." Albus quipped. "To have a little fun."

"Albus!" Scorpius scolded. "Honestly, only you would make a beautiful moment gross."

"It's life, Scorp!" He chuckled. "You're a Healer, you should know these things."

"We'll have to visit. Maybe bring a gift basket to congratulate them." He mused, smiling fondly. "I can't wait to meet our new niece or nephew." There was a wistful look in his eye that Albus caught.

"You've got that look on your face." He noted, amused. He served the plates of bacon sandwiches on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"That Scorpius 'I want something but I'm not going to spell it out for you' face."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." Albus said, forest green eyes brightening in amusement. "What's up?" He took a seat, tucking into breakfast.

"Well," Scorpius started, staring at his food. "I was thinking..." He stopped himself, hesitant to continue his train of thoughts.

"Yeah?" Albus nudged him gently.

"I want a child." He said, his voice quiet, but firm. "I love my nieces and nephews so much, but they aren't...ours. I want to start a family with you, Albus. Raise a little one of our own to be bright and wonderful and brave and..."

Albus' expression softened. "I do too. You know I do, Scorpius. It's just...difficult right now." He stared at his wedding band. "You know it's harder for us than any hetero couple." He waved his hand vaguely. "Adoption is hard, surrogacy is expensive. Maybe once we settled into our careers more, we can talk about it."

"I think we're ready to go beyond just talking about it, Al."

"We're still young. We've still got time. But...I definitely want to work it out. Somehow, we will. We always do."

Scorpius beamed, reaching to kiss Albus' knuckle. "Thank you." He sat up abruptly. "Oh, I almost forgot- it's the farmer's market today."

Albus snorted. "You're exactly like your dad, you know?"

"Yes yes yes, but we should go!" Scorpius said, levitating the plates to the sink and it automatically was clean due to the floating sponges.

"We? I've got some work to do. I'm not very fond of small talk with old people selling fruit."

"Al, it's really good fruit." Scorpius said seriously. "And it's not all old people. I've seen some of our old schoolmates there."

Albus cringed. "That's even worse."

"Don't be so dramatic. Are you still coming?"

"Mm, but I should really finish this article. Go on without me."

"If you're sure...do you want me to bring anything back?"

Albus thought for a moment. "Those strawberries Ms. Beaker sells. Please? Strawberries and cream sounds so good right now."

"Brilliant, I'm on it." Scorpius did a mock salute.

"Have fun." Al waved as Scorpius appatered, leaving the kitchen empty. Albus went straight to work on his article.

~•~

The market was lively and merry, despite the early hour. Scorpius had stopped by the strawberry stand first, in case he forgot.

Ever since they had moved two years ago, Scorpius had found himself drawn to the quaint farmer's market. Not because of the delicious, fresh food, but to socialize. He made quite a few friends with the muggles who lived around there...mostly old ladies. The early days of their marriage, Albus would join him. Before life got in the way, and work had to be done.

Not that he wasn't busy himself. He only had two days off as a Healer, sometimes less. He didn't know how they would manage childcare, but like Al had said, it was best not to dwell on the future.

"Scorpius? Is that you?"

He turned around, following the voice from behind him. "Polly ...Chapman?" He uttered blandly, praying he wasn't mistaken. He didn't have the best memory- even with old schoolmates who bullied him.

"Yep." Polly said, laughing lightly. "It's me. Been a while."

"It has." Scorpius shifted his weight. "How are things?"

"Great!" She smiled, swishing her blonde ponytail, the same air of confidence from when she was a teenager. "Yann and I are engaged."

"Oh! That's wonderful." Scorpius said, pretending to sound pleased. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you. I proposed to them last month. It was just as I had dreamed."

"How is...Yann?" Scorpius did not actually care how Yann was.

"They're good! Brilliant actually, since they passed Auror training." Polly looked genuinely proud of them, which he had to admit was adorable. "Are you and Albus still..."

"Yes, yes. We um, er- we've been married almost two years actually." He added.

"Aw, that's very sweet. You two were always very close, yeah?" Polly looked at him, and Scorpius nearly walked backwards, intimidated by her stance. She still was extremely scary, like a lioness but with a great sense of fashion. "I know...Yann, Karl and I weren't the best to you two but perhaps we could..." She trailed off. "I'd like you both to come. To the wedding. If you'd like."

That...wasn't what he was expecting. He half expected her to invite him to another Blood Ball.

"Pardon?" Scorpius asked, dumbfounded. "I mean- yeah, that sounds great! Fun! Yes. That sounds nice. I'll bring it up to Al."

Polly was glowing. "Brill! I've got to go, but we should all hang out sometime. Like old times."

Like old times? Scorpius thought. When did they ever hang out?

Nodding mutely, he walked away from Polly with a puzzled, but cheerful expression. He hadn't completely fucked up the conversation, which was always a plus. It still felt odd that Polly Chapman of all people was talking to him, let alone inviting him to her wedding. It was bizarre.

He passed the final vendor, and was surprised and amused to see a tiny girl, no more than seven standing behind it. She had a Brownie uniform on, bright rosy cheeks and pigtails included.

"Would you like a biscuit?" She squealed.

It had taken him a moment to respond, he was still thinking of Polly being kind to him "Oh erm- of course." It was impossible to say no to an adorable small child. He reached for some muggle money, handing her the pound notes. "Just the one box please."

"Okie dokie!" She said, handing him the box. She waited a moment, pouting. "Go on, try it." She urged.

"I really shouldn't I-"

"Please?" The little girl gave him the most pitiful expression. "It's for a good cause, mister. We're helping orphaned puppies find homes."

"Well, alright. For the puppies." He fumbled open the box, taking a polite bite out of the cookie. It was a classic lemon cookie with powdered sugar, one of his favorites. But the second he swallowed, he felt dizzy all of a sudden. "What..." He stumbled back. "Oh my," He gulped, the entire market swirling around him. Something wasn’t right. "is there something in..."

He would be damned if he let this happen without some sort of fight. Throwing his basket aside, he collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

"We've got him."

#Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy #Albus Severus Potter #Char Fanfics #Scorbus #Married Scorbus #LOTS of OCs #James Sirius Potter #Polly Chapman #Yann Fredericks #Scorpius Malfoy #Albus Potter #Fanfic #Writing #Kidnapping

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rawritzrobin · 4 years

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Seeing Red Chapter 2

Title: Seeing Red

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (OC)

Warnings: Cursing, major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: Things are quiet for a while, until a stranger in a red hood shows up in Gotham.

Chapter 2: Appearances

3 Years later

“Hey Alfred!” Stella says happily as she steps out of her car and makes her way towards the manor doors.

“Hello Miss Stella. Have a good day at school today?”

Stella nods. “Just happy the week is over. Where is everyone?”

“Down in the cave, getting ready for patrol.”

Just as Alfred finishes his sentence, Tim steps out from behind the clock.

“Hey Stell!”

“Hi Timbers. Hoping for some action tonight?”

Tim smirks. “Always.” He makes his way towards the kitchen. Stella follows.

“Oh, speaking of action. Have you heard about the mysterious man in the red hood running around Gotham taking out bad guys?” Stella says as she takes a seat in one of the chairs along the kitchen island. The kitchen smelled like freshly baked goods. Today it was cookies. She takes off her coat and drapes it on the chair next to hers.

Tim frowns. “You mean the man killing criminals?” The words sounded bitter, full of disgust.

Stella shrugs. “Jobs getting done either way. I heard most of his victims were high ranking drug dealers. Good riddance I say.”

“Killing criminals is still murder.” Tim says with a matter of fact tone.

Stella holds in an eye roll. Criminals who had a rap sheet longer than her essay on kelp were better off dead In her mind. She fakes a smile and agrees, “Yeah, you’re right.” She bends over and pulls out a flower from her backpack. “Have fun tonight!” She says before exiting the kitchen.

She held the flower close to her heart as she makes her way out the manor doors and into the small graveyard on the property. She kneels down in front of the last grave in the row.

“Hey Jay.” She says as she places the flower on the grave. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”

Stella visited the Manor daily. Sometimes she would just stop by Jason’s grave, say a few words, and head off. Most of the time, she would go inside and hang out with Alfred for a few hours before heading home.

For the most part, Stella was slowly getting over Jason’s death. Occasionally, she would have her bad days where she spent most of her day crying in bed thinking about him. But most days she would be okay.

After spending about 30 minutes at Jason’s grave, Stella heads inside. She goes through the back and hears the television playing in the living room.

“The man in the red hood makes an appearance in Gotham City today. This time it looks like he has taken out the men of the notorious Black Mask. Several drug lords have been found dead at the scene of the crime…”

Stella pauses in front of the television for a few moments. The words of the broadcast peaking her interest.

“Seems like Batman and Robin have some competition.” Stella says to Alfred.

Alfred shifts his attention to the television. He takes in the words of the newscaster, watching the broadcast with interest. “I would say he is more of a threat than competition Ms. Stella. Killing criminals is still killing.”

Stella hums. “But wouldn’t it be nice if all the criminals were gone?”

“Yes, it would be nice. But killing them is not the answer.”

Stella doesn’t respond. She just continues to watch the broadcast from her spot on the couch. A blurry shot of the red hooded man shows up. His costume consisted of a plain leather jack, dark gray pants, and a few handguns strapped to his thights. He was clearly well built. Tall too, probably the same height and weight as Bruce. It would definitely be terrifying to run into him in some alley way.

Stella wondered how Jason would feel about this man. He hated criminals and would often get in trouble for using ‘excess force’. Jason thought the beatings were well deserved.

Stella sat in front of the tv for a while, silently watching the news.

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“Stella. Stella..” A voice whispers softly.

Stella opens her eyes and as her vision clears, Dick’s face comes into focus. It took her a few seconds to realize she was still in the Manor.

“Dick! What are you doing in Gotham?”

Dick smiles at her. “Some vigilante things brought me here. Might be staying a while.”

Stella beams. “Does that mean we can get brunch at The Hills tomorrow?”

“You bet!”

Stella stands up and stretches her arms above her head. She looks down at her watch and sees that it was already 1am.

“You guys are back early tonight.”

“Ran into a little trouble. Needed to come back to do some recon.” Dick sounded, concerned.

Stella raised an eyebrow at him. He was keeping something from her. He was still wearing his Nightwing uniform. He had a puzzled look on his face, as if he was talking directly to Stella, but was thinking about something else. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she knew better than to pry when it came to Bat stuff.

“Well I’ll leave you to it. It’s getting late and I have a date with my bed tonight.” She said as she gave Dick a goodbye hug before grabbing her stuff from the kitchen and making her way to the front door. Dick leans against the front door frame as he watches her put on her boots.

Stella looks up at him. Something must have really been on his mind. He normally wasn’t this quiet.

“Let me know before you leave yeah? Don’t want to go so long without seeing you again.” She says before waving goodbye. He waves back and she gets inside her car. She flashes him one last smile before speeding off towards home.

Dick’s smile turns into a frown when Stella’s car disappears from sight. Something inside him told him that this case would be a difficult one. He couldn’t get his mind off the man they were chasing tonight.

He seemed, familiar.

Dick shook his head to clear his thoughts and headed back towards the cave. They were getting ready to visit a certain clown tonight. He just wanted to say hi to Stella before leaving for Arkham.

#Red Hood #Jason Todd #Stella Covington #Jason Todd x OC #DCU #Batman #Original female character #Alternate Universe #AU #Dick Grayson #Robin #Nightwing #DC #Under the Red Hood #i write things #Fanfiction #Seeing Red

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aniaintok · 4 years

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elysethrillems replied to your post “elysethrillems replied to your post “elysethrillems replied to your...”

the rest of the crew: [John Mulaney voice] you know those days where you're like "well, this might as well happen?" that's them about Obikin handling their hurt feelings about each other. I love supportive friends through endearing annoyance tbh. Like I bought the dlc for da2 and I've never had that before so there's! a dog! who I panicked when a name prompt came up and "Korkie" was the first-- --name I thought of lmao. but still the thought of that big ol Mabari dog squeezing themself in Obi's bunk in Lowtown when Quinlan has left for the night. Obi convinced him he'd be okay, but dogs /know/ their stuff and so his doggo comes in for the comfort part 2. I LOVe the idea of Ashoka leaving Ani with the food and just looking everywhere except him/the food. like. the mental imagine of it made me laugh. she's like "I hear the ocean calling me away, I must listen" or something witty coz isabela's dialogue really is top notch tbh. she probably loops back around the place and peaks through a window to make sure Ani is actually eating the food tho. I reall wonder how Obi and Ani will get back on good terms?? Like Quin and Ashoka get them back on their feet separately but I wonder who is the first one to go over to the others' place and apologize. Or. omg. better. Quin and Ashoka almost like "parent trap" them in the same location at the same time just so they can see each other and interact. Once Ani and Obi are together Quin and Soka-- --suddenly have elsewhere to be so it's just the two of them left there. At that point neither of them want to be rude and walk away from the other because they know things needs to be repaired between them but just that /first/ step to it is difficult and theyre tripping over small talk and awkward silences at first. and yeah with dao I kinda thought it was like skyrim-ish where whatver you had equipped you'd level up that skill. I was wrong lol. but it did make for a fun oc at the time where I was just like "well. she's a jack of all trades now." coz I really enjoy making game bugs/mechanics into traits for my ocs. oh! but after obi and ani come to terms with things together I can see obi still using that basic staff and lowkey on the magic because, well, kirkwall and people generally are quite shitty to mages still and Obi's got to hide from the templars still. he just might be a little more liberal with using magic in battles after that point especially if they're away from the city/watchful eyes. OH BUt also I honestly was a little torn between Obi using a staff or a sword just so he could hold the sword in his signature pose with his lightsaber. bonus points. someone breaks the staff or disarms Obi, and they think he can't do magic, but Obi actually ALSO learned how to use a sword. maybe not that big ol great swords but like the ones with the dual wield sword&shield. jst food fr thought

FIRST OF ALL i’m sorry my reply is late!! and also in p i e c e s oh lord, pls bare with me, in light of not having a full WALL of text bombard you i’m gonna split up my replies a bit, or at least i’m gonna try LMAO

both the da2 group and pretty much, all of star wars, is just “found family begrudgingly puts up with all the bullshit that comes along with life, but they do it TOGETHER” and honestly, i live for it. it really it just that john mulaney, resigned sigh, “this might as well happen” lmaooo it fits too well!! like, they’re all a god damn mess, but fuck it it’s alright, they’ve got each other. and YEA quin and ahsoka and the rest delight in making fun of obikin for being uhhh, giant idiots, but they’re also endearingly protective of the two and are just happy that they’re happy tbh (which makes them even more frustrated when the two of them are being dumb and fighting)

but omg, yes, i forgot about the dog too!!! and im cackling at the fact that you panicked and named the mabari Korkie is sending me into orbit. but yes, deadass, korkie kenobi has the protectiveness thing on LOCK, he can and will hold obi-wan hostage inside until he eats something and takes care of himself, don’t test him. (that big ol’ mabari is also definitely the best cuddle buddy, 100%)

yess i love isabela’s witty dialogue!! ahsoka just dropping the food, refusing to acknowledge it, and then just fucking dipping is absolutely my favorite thing. Ani doesn’t even know how to react to, any of that, he just sits there looking at the pile of food like “???” and god, yes, ahsoka and quin are TIRED after weeks of taking care of these two idiots separately. they’ve tried to wait and get them to patch things up on their own, have encouraged them to go see each other, talk things through, but they’re both stubborn, so eventually ahsoka and quin just makes plans to lug the two of them out somewhere -- probably the wounded coast?? -- and leave them alone to force them to talk. conversation starts with the two of them complaining about it, obi-wan cursing about how quin is worse than qui-gon when it comes to acting like an overbearing parent, and then anakin is shaking his head like “oh you think thats bad?? ahsoka won’t stop feeding me, i have more food than i could eat by myself and she just won’t stop, i don’t even know how she gets in, i keep boarding up the windows!!” and the two of them are just, laughing together for a moment, lost in that old banter, but then it hits them both that it’s the first time they’ve talked since everything happened.

dude, i love that tho!! a jack of all trades OC sounds super fun, you get to explore a little bit of everything! and yess all the content of obi-wan wielding a sword is good fuckin food. i didn’t even think about his classic pose!! but yes, i could totally see him going for smaller, one handed blades so he can wield it like he does a lightsaber, fighting with a form fit for a sword and shield. maybe he does train with a shield too?? but i think it could be cool too if he keeps that hand open for magic, or defensive spells -- still takes the role of a shield without physically having own. but yea, i think he’d probably be able to fight both ways, depending on how much he wants to or thinks he should be hiding his magic!

i think it’s interesting too, thinking about their dynamic in canon between obi-wan and qui-gon, i feel like qui-gon would be mindful of hiding his magic but he’d take that as just learning to be less obvious when casting versus where obi-wan makes it a point to learn non-magic combat tactics, trains with a sword and learns how to use all sorts of different weapons, where qui-gon I feel would rely more on a staff. knows how to use a broadsword, and when they’re traveling through kirkwall proper he carries one instead, but i feel like he’d be a lot less cautious than obi-wan

#elysethrillems

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luna473 · 4 years

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Water Attracts Lightning // Zuko X Kasami (OC) [FF]

Kasami’s P.O.V

It’s been about 4 days since Zuko brought me in. It’s a good thing his healers are of high level experience, if not I’d probably be a lot worse off right now. I still get sharp pains in my side at the site of my cut, but all of my bruises and burns have been healed.

“Kasami?” Zuko opens the door and peaks his head in. “Are you up?”

“Yeah, just give me one second.”

I finish brushing my hair, along with braiding one loose strand on the side. I put my hair behind my shoulders as it falls down to my waist in slightly curly waves. I put on my water tribe outfit, but I quickly realize that its way too hot in the firenation to be wearing these fleece covered North Pole clothes.

“Actually, give me a few minutes.” I laugh sheepishly as I grab the scissors.

I cut off one of the long sleeves of my white water tribe top. I crop it and put it on, the bottom resting a few inches above my belly button. I take the warm fleece off of my blue and white skirt and cut a slit up the right side. I put on my necklace and my traditional tribe bracelets, one on my upper arm and two around my wrist.

I put on my most prized possession, an Air Nomad bracelet that Aang gifted me for my birthday. He knew how much I loved Air Nomads and their culture. I guess thats why Aang and I formed a really special bond. I love all of my friends but he was there for me when no one else was. I consider Aang my best and closest friend. I spent almost all of my childhood reading ancient Nomad scrolls, scriptures, and books. Besides training with water and swordsman masters, of course. It was amazing to have someone else, a real Nomad, to be best friends with.

I hope Aang and the others are okay.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head.

I walk out to see Zuko waiting outside my door, he studies me, glancing up and down before speaking.

“Took you long enough.” He says, leaning against the wall.

“Well I wouldnt of had to remake all of my clothes if it wasnt like 90 degrees here.”

I cross my arms across my chest and blow a strand of hair out of my face.

“Let’s go.” He begins, “We have a lot to do today.”

“Actually, I need to do something first.”

Zuko groans and runs his hand through his hair.

“What is it?” He snaps harshly, clearly annoyed.

“I need to enter the spirit world.”

“The spirit world?!” He shouted, an exasperated expression on his face. “Why do you need to go into the spirit world?”

“Okay well, first of all, calm down and stop shouting.” I started, unamused by his behavior. “Since Aang and I are the only ones out of our group who can enter the spirit world, we promised to find each other there if we ever got separated.”

Zuko massaged his forehead and sighed deeply.

“Kasami, we don’t have time for this!”

“I’m going to do it either way, Zuko.” I glanced away sadly and looked at the floor. “They probably think I’m dead. I have to let them know I’m here and that I’m coming for them.”

“Fine, but make it quick.” He began walking away. “If your not back to the ship in an hour, you can find your own way back.”

Asshole.

I jogged back into his villa, and decided to go sit on the beach to meditate. I sat down, closed my eyes, and pressed my fists together. I focused on my breath for a while, and in a few minutes I notice the landscape around me was beginning to change. My soul felt like it was lifting out of my body, although it seems scary, it always felt the most amazing during the transition from the real world, to the spirit world.

I opened my eyes to see that I wasn’t at the beach anymore. The sound of waves turned in to the sound of leaves and branches flowing peacefully in the wind.

“Come on Aang, where are you?”

I made my way over to our favorite spot, a flower garden beneath a giant bonsai tree. The four nations’ symbols carved into it’s trunk. I sat and waited, until suddenly, I heard footsteps nearing. My eyes shot over to the sound, a familiar face with blue tattoos making his way towards me.

“AANG!”

A huge smile plastered across my face, I ran as fast as I could over to him. His arms already open, waiting to receive his hug.

“Im so glad you’re alive, Kasami.” He peered down at me with a concerned but elated expression.

“Are you guys okay?” I walked around him, searching for cuts or bruises. “Are any of you hurt?”

“We aren’t hurt too bad, don’t worry. If Sokka would just shut up once in a while maybe he wouldn’t get in trouble so often...” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

I balled my fists and my jaw clenched.

“Aang, please don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s happening to you guys.”

He sighed and glanced down at the floor.

“Katara can barely stand and Sokka’s got bruises all over him.”

“And you?” Tears well up in my eyes as I look up at him.

“They keep me chi blocked. I can’t reach the Avatar state.” He began, his voice quivering and tears beginning to fall down his face. “I’m the Avatar and I can’t even save them.”

“Aang, please. Do not blame yourself.”

“How can I not? I’m supposed to bring balance and peace to the world.”

“Everything is going to be okay. Thanks to you I made it out of there alive. Well, just barely, but Zuko found me and-“

“Wait, Zuko?”

“I fell off of Appa trying to escape and I fell in to the woods on Ember Island.”

“Where does Zuko fall into this?”

“Well he was on vacation and he happened to be out at the time. He found me and brought me back to his villa. Zuko and his healers basically nursed me back to health.”

“Fire Lord Zuko? The one gave you your sca-“

“Yes Aang.” I interrupt his sentence, not wanting him to finish it.

“Speaking of Zuko, I have to go.” I wrapped my arms around Aang and squeezed him tightly. “If Im not back at the ship soon, I’ll get left behind.”

Aang hugged me back and squeezed me even tighter.

“Im coming for you guys. I’m going to get all of you out of there,” I let go of him and put my hand on his shoulder. “I promise.”

We said our goodbyes and I returned to the real world. I opened my eyes to see Zuko sitting right in front of me.

“Z-zuko?”

“Oh, uh, sorry! I was just making sure nothing happened to your body while you were in there.”

“Like how Katara was protecting Aang the night of the North Pole invasion before you showed up and stole him?” I remarked sarcastically.

“Hey! I said I was sorry for that!”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, before I started laughing at him.

He got up, dusting the sand off his clothes. He reached his hand down to me, offering to help me up.

“I can get up myself, thanks.”

I rose up off the ground and dusted my own skirt off.

We stood in silence for what seemed like forever, just staring at each other.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat and broke eye contact. “We should probably, uh, get going.”

“O-oh, yeah. We have a lot of preparation to do.” He gestured at me to walk with him as he started making his way back to the ship.

“Lets go.”

Zuko’s P.O.V

Kasami stands in front of me, the sunset perfectly hitting her face. I never noticed how beautiful her eyes were. She’s got two different colors. Her right eye a light shade of blue, matching the Water Tribe insignia on her necklace. Her left, a vibrant and light shade of green, like the leaves of a white dragon flower. My favorite. The sun only enhancing their color, they continue intrigue me. Sadly she looks away. I seemed to have gotten a little lost in her eyes, but I quickly return to reality when she clears her throat.

“We should probably, uh, get going.”

“O-oh, yeah. We have a lot of preparation to do.” I add as I begin walking back to the ship, Kasami trailing close behind.

We’ve been on the ship for a couple hours now. We haven’t spoken a single word to each other. I go out on the deck to find her playing around with some water. I catch her smiling as she whips it around her body, the water flowing gracefully wherever she points her hand. I make my way over to her spot on the floor, but as soon as she notices me her smile fades.

“Have you heard of blood bending?” I asked, taking a seat right in front of her.

“Yes.” She raises her brow. “Why do you ask?”

She glances at me with suspicion.

“I’m only asking because It could help us a lot. You know, when we’re trying to save our friends.”

“I’ve only ever tried it once, but I’m still trying to figure out if it was a dream or not.” She answers, rubbing her temples.

“Why don’t you try it?”

“Well, I don’t really have anyone to try it on.”

“Try it on me.”

“Zuko, are you crazy?” She looks at me, clearly distressed. “I’m not going to blood bend you!”

“Kasami, do you have any idea how powerful we could be together? You have to try!”

“T-Together?”

“I mean, uh, when we rescue the others. Ya know, you with your blood bending and me with my lightning?”

I point my finger up at the sky, a tiny bolt of lightning sprouting from it, buzzing sightly with electricity. The color immediately drained from Kasami’s skin and terror overtook her face. She backed up, her eyes wide with fear.

“K-Kasami? What’s wrong?”

I get up and walk over to her. I reach my hand out but she stumbles back till she hits the railing of the ship.

“Don’t!” She yells, turning away from me and putting her face in her hands.

“Please..Please don’t d-do that again.”

“Don’t do wh-“

“The light...the lightning.”

Her voice and her hands were shaking, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“oh.” I whispered as I peered down at my hands, ashamed that I had just scared her so badly.

“I promise you, I wont ever do it again.” I said in a hushed tone. “I know you might not believe it, but I am so, so sorry for hurting you, Kasami.”

She looked back at me, her eyes were glossy and full of tears. She was too full of pride to ever let them fall in front of some one else.

“I’m so sorry.”

My own tears threatened to fall. I looked down at my feet. Suddenly, I hear her walking towards me. Kasami stood only a couple inches away from me. She looked up at me and smiled. I took in the beautiful sight in front of me. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she looked right into my own.

“I want to believe you, I really do.”

“It’s okay if you don’t now. I’ll prove it to you.”

Immediately after finishing my sentence, she flung her arms around me pulling me into a tight hug. I wrapped my own arms around her and pulled her in tighter, letting a tear fall from my cheek.

“I guess I can give you chance, figuring how you saved my life and all.” She whispered into my shoulder.

I pulled away slightly as we held each other. She raises her hand to my face and caresses her thumb across my scar.

“I know I’ll never be able to make it up to you, but I’m going to try my hardest.” I whispered softly between the two of us, our faces only inches apart.

“Fire Lord Zuko, we have arrived.”

The captain snaps us out of the moment we shared, and we let go of each other.

“O-oh, Thank you Captain.”

“Its been an honor serving you, Fire Lord.”

He bows to me and walks off.

“Well, we better get going.” I turn around to see Kasami still staring at me with a slight grin on her face. She nods and we make out way onto the mainland.

“Welcome to the heart of the Fire Nation.”

The moonlight shone down upon the Fire Palace as the light of torches all across the nation could be seen for miles. The music playing and people dancing certainly piqued Kasami’s interest. This is the biggest smile I’ve seen on her yet. She really is beautiful.

Sokka’s P.O.V

“Katara how long is this gonna take?!” I pace around my cage, staring at Aang.

God, I feel like an animal.

Ever since our cages were moved into the same room, he’s been trying to contact Kasami in the spirit world. After being told she was “taken care of” a couple nights ago we’ve all been frantic about trying to contact her. Unfortunately, none of the attempts have worked. Im starting to believe his words.

“Sokka! Shut. Up.” Katara growled at me. “Stuff like this takes peace and quiet!”

Suddenly, we hear Aang groan as he comes back into consciousness.

“Guys,” Aang beamed at us with a grin. “She’s alive!”

Katara and I both let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Shes with Zuko, she said she’s putting together a small team of elite people to help her rescue us.”

“Woah, woah, woah. She’s with Zuko?” I looked at him, clearly shocked. “She always said she hated him.”

“Well, he actually saved her life when she escaped that night. She was almost dead when he brought her in.”

“Shes okay now though, right?” I ask, my face of shock quickly turning into concern.

“She’s perfectly fine now. We’re getting out of here soon, don’t worry.”

I took a deep breath, the first one I’ve been able to take in days.

“I’m just glad she’s alive.”

Kasami’s P.O.V

As much as I want to trust Zuko, part of me is terrified. I know in my heart that I need to hear him out and give him a chance, but a small part is screaming at me to run. I’ve never allowed myself to be this vulnerable with someone, ever. I better play it safe. Keep a safe distance, don’t get too close. I won’t allow myself to get burned again. Never again. Not like last time.

Zuko walked me in to the Fire Palace. Despite its dark and dreary appearance, it really was beautifully crafted and designed.

“I think we should assemble a small team.” I begin, walking around the room. “I’m thinking Suki, Ty Lee, Mai-“

“Mai will not be joining us.” Zuko interrupted sternly.

“What? Why? Shes one the best fighters I know!”

“She will not be joining us, thats final.”

I glared at him. What was that all about?

“I’ll bring my good friend Kahn. Hes an excellent fire bender,” Zuko stated.

“Are you sure we can trust him, Zuko?”

“Would I bring him along if we couldn’t?” Zuko gave me a slight smirk.

“Alright Zuko,” I replied, putting my hands up defensivly. “but if he screws up, its on your ass.”

I smile up at him. Zuko gives me a small chuckle. I think that may have been the first time I’ve heard him laugh. It was a cute one, slightly raspy but nonetheless wanted to make me laugh along with him. I hoped I could make him laugh more often.

“Lord Zuko?” A familiar voice spoke out from the doorway.

“Kasami?!”

“Suki?!”

I ran up to the Kyoshi Warrior and wrapped my arms around her.

“I missed you so much!”

She plants kisses all over my face, causing me to scrunch up my nose and giggle. Even though me and Suki had a rocky past, we always managed to pull through together. She’s an amazing friend, extremely loyal, and will fight with me to the end.

“So I heard were going on a little mission, correct?”

“Thats right.” Ty Lee chimes in, stepping delicately as she makes her way across the room. She spots Suki and I, squealing as she runs over, engulfing us in a huge group hug.

“Its so good to see you girls!” Ty Lee beams as she releases from our hug. I give her a small smile.

“I can’t believe were all together again, It’s been far too long for my liking.”

“Well yeah! You’ve been traveling the world with the Gaang and that hottie Sokka!” Ty Lee gushes, earning a glare from Suki.

“Hehe, sorry...”

I notice Zuko from across the room, his face looks exactly like Suki’s. Angry...with a splash of jealousy. I quickly shake it off and focus my attention back to my friends.

“Hey, did I miss the party?” My eyes shoot over to the deep, unfamiliar voice. His tall silhouette gaining my attention. The shadow steps into the light, revealing his face. Which is not too bad in my opinion. I’m not one to blush, let alone gush over a boy I just met, but when he made eye contact with me I could feel the heat from my cheeks growing red.

“You must be Kasami,” He grinned, walking over to me. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

He shoots a glance at Zuko, winking at him. This earns a glare from Zuko but I can still notice the red on his cheeks before he turns away.

“Oh you have?” I ask, glancing over at Zuko with a brow raised.

“Only good things I hope.”

“Very.” He smirks.

His dimples are so cute.

I’m snapped out of my infatuated stare by Ty Lee and Suki’s giggles.

I laugh it off and walk over to the conference table, closer to Zuko.

“Alright guys, let’s get down to business.” I state, everyone picking a seat.

“How can we be of service?” Suki inquires, fanning herself.

“Aang, Katara, and Sokka have been kidnapped and are being held hostage.” I begin, earning shocked looks from the girls and Kahn. “What we do know is they’re being held on a small piece of land close to Ember Island.”

“The only island close enough to Ember Island is Yangchao Isle. It only has a couple tall buildings, mostly warehouses.” Kahn adds.

“Great,” I close my eyes and remember the events of the night I escaped. “The place where they’re being kept is heavily guarded. I almost died trying to escape.” Zuko glanced over at me, shooting me a reassuring smile.

“We were attacked by four men in masks, I’m guessing they’re the masterminds behind the whole thing.”

“Do you remember anything significant about their appearance?”

“Sadly, No. Just that there was an earth bender, a fire bender and a water bender.”

“What about the fourth one?” Ty Lee added.

“He just...stood there.”

After the meeting was over, we all agreed to meet at the rendezvous point the next day at 12 AM. Its the dock of a small island right next to Yangchao Isle. We decided to split up and prepare for sneaking in with our teams. Zuko and I, and Suki and Ty Lee. Kahn decided to work alone. He said he was going to dig up all the information he could on the Isle and the four masked men who took us. With everyone gone, that just left Zuko and I.

I notice the beautiful pool in the back, just waiting for me to jump in. I sprint to my room in the Fire Palace and quickly pull out a bikini from one if the drawers. Red and black...not quite my style but It’ll have to do. I slip it on and grab a towel, throwing it over my shoulder.

Making my way to Zuko’s room, I notice the door is slightly open, giving me a great view of Zuko. There he stands, shirtless, bouncing in place while pretending to play the guitar and humming a song. A song that seemed all too familiar.

“Secret, secret, secret, secret, tunnelllll!!”

He sings the last part of the tune out loud, causing me to let out the laugh I’d been holding in for far too long.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!”

“Long enough.” I muster out as I’m doubled over, unable to contain my laughter.

When he starts giggling along with me, I can’t help but look up at him and smile.

There’s that laugh again.

“Wait, why don’t you have any clothes on?” Zuko asks, trying not to stare.

“Well, I came over here to ask if you wanted to go in the pool with me?”

His straight face turned into the biggest smile I’ve seen on him yet.

“We might as well have some fun before we, ya know, possibly die.” I said, laughing between my words.

“Don’t say that.” Zuko chuckles.

He splashes me, soaking my hair.

“Oh you’re gonna regret that!” I shout at him, bending a huge bubble of water right above his head.

“Wait wait, Kasami NO-“

He shrieks as I release the water, soaking his entire body, clothes and all.

He looks over at me with a devious smirk, but before I realize what he’s up to, he swiftly runs up behind me. He goes to push me in the pool, but not before I can grab him and pull him in with me.

We spend the rest of night swimming and laughing. Forgetting the events of the past week and the plans to come, we enjoy each other’s company. Who would have thought I’d be here, with the Fire Lord.

After getting out of the pool we lay on his couch, in front of the fire. Despite being in the Fire Nation, the Palace was extremely cold. Unlike the Airbenders and Firebenders, I am unable to warm myself with my breathing. I shudder, goosebumps rising along my tan skin. Zuko takes notice and pulls my body closer to his, wrapping his arms around me. His body was warm to the touch, mine was cold, freezing, even. Soon enough, we both fell asleep. My head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on my own

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