#genderbent high lords
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Fem Tamlin (Tamlina?)
Other High Lords: Helion, Tarquin, Beron, Rhysand (WIP) , Thesan (WIP), and Kallias (WIP)
Listen, I didn’t intend for her to end up this hot but here we are. 👀
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Could you pair Raven with Rhysand in the masc! Feyre AU and baby drama happens when one of them gets pregnant? ( rhys or feyre)
HAHAHAHA Ngl when I threw Rhys into the original one-shot of this, it was just for shits and giggles, but I love this request sm. I made Rhysand the pregnant one here because I personally think its fucking hilarious. I had to split this one into two, but that just means I get to write more of this later.
This AU you can also read on Ao3. This is chapter two of what will be four part. Here is the first part on Tumblr.
“Tamlin.”
Tamlin would recognise that sneering voice anywhere. His eye twitched and he gripped the knife in his hands a little tighter, without looking away from the herbs he was cutting up, he said, “Rhysand, what have I said about knocking?”
The witch could practically feel the smirk that appeared on Rhysand’s face. Tamlin tried to ignore the dark presence behind him as he threw the herbs he had chopped into the cauldron bubbling over the fireplace in the kitchen.
“Yes, yes, yes. Always knock and leave if the door is not answered, but just look!” Rhysand insisted.
Tamlin breathed in, then out. Repeating in his mind, Don’t curse him, Lucien will get mad. Don’t curse him, Lucien will get mad. Don’t curse him, Lucien will get mad.
Tamlin turned, and there he stood. The half Illyrian looked as good as he always did. Wearing a black silk shirt, a black porcelain corset wrapped tightly around his waist. Black trousers and a coat on his shoulders. He was smiling as he held up a basket, no doubt holding an offering.
He wanted to make a deal. Gods above.
“What is that supposed to be?” Tamlin snarled as if he didn’t already know.
“A sacrifice for the witch.” Rhysand hummed, he put the basket on the counter, “If you’ll do me a deal.”
Tamlin pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have much of a reason to dislike Rhysand as much as he did. But since the day his powers began to grow, something whispered in his ear that Rhysand was dangerous, that he was unpredictable. Even if Tamlin was very good friends with his sister Branon, he tried to stay away from her older brother.
“I am busy at the moment.” Tamlin said, not a lie, he was incredibly busy. Lucien’s friend, a human male named Jurian who had once served as a General during the War had recently been freed from the grasps of that fucking Amarantha. Someone assassinated her after word spread of her attempting a siege on Prythian. That ring was stolen and taken to the Faerie market. Where Lucien had found it, and with a few of Tamlin’s spells they managed to free to male.
Lucien took him back to the human lands where they struck deals with a famed Lord. Not long after, Jurian fell sick with an unknown illness. It was undoubtedly something Amarantha had cursed him with whilst he was in that eye ring.
Amarantha may have been a witch in her own right, but Tamlin was ten times more powerful than her. He had no doubts the cure he had come up with would work.
“Oh please, it will only take a few moments, I know you can do it.” Rhysand pleaded.
“I don’t believe the word ‘please’ has ever passed through your mouth before.” Tamlin snapped, stirring the cauldron before him with a long wooden spoon.
“All the more reason to believe this is urgent!” Rhysand appeared next to Tamlin. Tamlin closed his eyes, sucking in a breath.
“Come on, Tam. It's just one little deal, one bargain, I brought you an offering.”
Opening his eyes, Tamlin released his breath very slowly.
With a resigned sigh, Tamlin asked, “What did you bring?”
Rhysand’s violet eyes lit up excitedly. Quickly he retrieved the basket, opening it up, he revealed its contents.
Tamlin glanced down at it, then his eyebrows raised.
Inside were jars and jars of rare herbs and spices from the continent over. Tamlin took the basket from Rhysand’s hands and rifled through it, “By the Mother, where did you find these?!”
Rhysand shrugged, “I have my connections.”
Tamlin needed some of these. Some of them could help this cure for Jurian…
Gods above.
“Fine, what do you want in return?” A curse of ill fortune perhaps, maybe a death spell. Knowing Rhysand it was likely to be something sadistic.
“I need you to turn me female.”
Tamlin nearly dropped the basket. Before it could slip out of his grip, he carefully placed it on the counter before choking out, “You want to be female?”
Rhysand nodded yes.
“May… may I know why?”
“No.” Rhysand said simply.
Tamlin blinked at him. Rhysand blinked back. Tamlin sighed, “Okay then. If that's what you want, though with these, I won’t require another offering to turn you back.”
“Perfect!” Rhysand smirked, lifting his head as he waited.
Placing both his hands on Rhysand’s shoulders, Tamlin felt a drop of power leave him as it flooded Rhysand’s veins. Morphing, shifting, shaping, moulding. Rhysand closed his eyes, letting the magic work.
A heartbeat passed, then the next. Tamlin released him and took a step back.
Gods above.
He wasn’t half bad to look at. Or… she wasn’t half bad to look at.
Rhysand opened her eyes. The front of her shirt now stretched to accommodate the larger chest pressed against the buttons. She was slightly shorter and her wings were considerably smaller. As if noticing the lost weight on her back, Rhysand fluttered her wings for a moment, adjusting to the new size.
Her angular face was now softer. She ran a hand along her jaw, then her fingers danced on the stretching fabric around her breasts. Her eyes flicked up to Tamlin’s, she smirked, a smile flashing all her teeth, “I see you were quite heavy-handed with the chest.”
Tamlin gritted his teeth, “I shift based on the genes I already find within your body. If you were born female, you would look exactly like this.”
Then Tamlin turned back to the cauldron on the fire, tossing a handful of red spices into the mixture, “If you wish for me to customise anything I shall, but I don’t believe it is a good idea to mess with your body too much.”
“Well then, I suppose this will do. Thank you, Tam.”
“Get out, Rhysand.” Tamlin snapped, glancing back over at her.
Rhysand just smiled, before she turned on her heel and left.
Even with the spices he had now acquired from Rhysand. Tamlin couldn’t help but wonder what she would do with the new form he had given her.
***
“Another marriage proposal, Lord Raven.” Morrigan declared as she flounced into Feyre’s office.
Feyre smirked, then held out her hand, “Alright, let’s see who this is from.”
Morrigan shot her a grin as she handed it over. Feyre tore the top open and pulled out the letter, her smirk growing as well as her ego as she read it over, “My my, Lord Aiedian is looking for a marital prospect for his daughter.”
“Oh Gods above.” Morrigan huffed as she fell into a velvet chair, draping herself across it like a statue carved from marble, “Do these Lords have nothing better to do?”
“Probably not.” Feyre hummed as she tore the paper in two and let it turn to nothing.
Morrigan laughed, as the sound rang through the office Nesta walked in. Morrigan’s eyes brightened the second she laid eyes on her, Nesta smiled at her before looking at her youngest sister, “We have a ball to attend tonight.” She announced.
Feyre nearly groaned, she had been to too many parties and balls in the past month. How long would this continue?
“Feyre, whilst the Court is still settling into this new way of ruling, you have to appear at all of these gatherings.” Nesta told her as she settled into the chair next to Morrigan. Morrigan kissed her cheek and pulled Nesta to sit in her lap.
“I know, I know.” The High lord said, “I’m just tired.”
“We all are,” Morrigan sighed.
“Of course you two are.” Feyre mumbled.
“What is that supposed to mean, High lord?” Morrigan asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh please, Morrigan, I beg of you, put up a silencing ward around your bedroom at night. The sounds I have heard I shall never unhear.” Feyre shuddered, nearly gagging at the memory of the cries she heard from her sister and Morrigan’s shared room.
Nesta went red and glared. Morrigan tipped her head back as she laughed. The blonde kissed Nesta’s neck, whispering something to her that made the eldest Archeron roll her eyes.
Feyre smiled at the scene but… she couldn’t help the strain on her heart. The longing for someone of her own to hold and treat as hers like Morrigan and Nesta did for each other ached in her chest.
She longed for someone to hold like that, to call mine. Nesta had found her person; she and Morrigan fit together like a hand in a well-worn glove. Elain didn’t feel romantic attraction for any at all. And Feyre… well despite having double the options due to her enjoying the company of both females and males she hadn’t settled down with anyone.
She supposed her options were now incredibly narrowed down, due to the fact she couldn’t marry at all unless she was absolutely certain it would be in the best interest of the Court. Then there was the responsibility of bearing an Heir…
At least she didn’t have to be the one to carry the child. She had always cringed at the idea of pregnancy. Had seen the uncomfortable and often dangerous things that would occur. At the same time, she didn’t particularly wish to inflict that on another either.
Unfortunately it wasn’t an option, it was a requirement.
At least she had a little bit of time to choose a female she liked before she had to bear an Heir.
***
Raven tapped his feet to the music in the air. His arms crossed as he looked out at the sea of people. Hewn City citizens, Velaris citizens and Illyrians all mingling. All acting alike. He smiled. This was what the Night Court was supposed to be. This was what it should look like.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder, Raven turned his head to see Elain smiling at him, dressed beautifully in a floor-length, sparkling white dress, it dipped in at the neckline, but had sleeves that ran down to her wrists. She looked like a beam of moonlight.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“Of course.” Raven replied, his voice a little gruff. Truly he was exhausted, the idea of his bed being the one thought in the forefront of his mind.
“How about you mingle?” Elain asked, Raven knew she’d start pushing for her brother to join the crowd, he had to at some stage afterall. In order for neither to waste anymore of their time, Raven sighed and said, “Fine.”
Elain brightened and discreetly pushed him out towards the floor. Raven rolled his eyes but went with her motions. Joining the bodies moving, twisting to the music.
Immediately females and males alike tried to drag him into dances. Hands were on his waist, hips, arms, biceps. Pulling, pushing, squeezing, touching. Raven pulled away as politely as he could muster, smiling and swaying. Allowing the people around him to decide his motions.
Then someone pressed up against him, Raven was about to pull away from them as well, until he laid eyes on them.
The most beautiful female he had ever met in his centuries of living smiled up at him. She looked to be half Illyrian, with pointed ears but Illyrian wings tucked in tightly to her back. What she was wearing could barely be classified as a dress, just two panels of black, shimmering fabric that draped over her shoulders, just barely covering her breasts, connected by a silver ornament below her navel. Raven blushed hard as he observed the silver of fabric.
Her hair was short and midnight black. Her eyes were a sparkling violet that shone up at Raven like amethysts. Her eyes were lined with kohl, and her full lips twisted in a brilliant smile that stole the breath from Raven’s lungs.
“Evening, High lord.” She murmured.
Raven opened and closed his mouth, eyes darting all over her body. Barely able to feel anything except her full chest pressed against him.
Finally Raven mustered a “Evening.”
Blood was rushing through his veins, the world became colours swirling in the corner of his eyes as the seductive temptress slid her hands up his chest, murmuring, “Surely you mustn’t mind a dance?”
Raven couldn’t resist. His blood sang for the woman before him. Every inch of his body longed for her touch. Like something was pushing and pulling them against each other, a writhing song and dance, a want, a need for touching.
Maybe it was his own loneliness coming through, but Raven, for the first time tonight, accepted a stranger’s offering to dance.
“I don’t mind at all.” Raven said, and the female smiled like she had won. Without another word, Raven placed his hand on her waist, and took her soft hand in her other. She placed a hand on his shoulder and allowed Raven to take the lead.
They were swept into a swirling dance, the world became just star and moonlight, the pounding of hearts, the rushing of blood, the sounds of music in the distance. Raven found himself lost in violet and specks of silver. Following the beat of the footsteps around him. Letting himself, allowing himself, to fall into the mesmerising song and dance.
The female was a siren. Her body swayed with his, each movement a song in itself, a song that made all blood in his mind rush down.
The night went on. They never stopped. Raven never wanted to stop. Everything was a spinning haze and all he was locked on was the female in his arms, who smiled, and whispered to him, he laughed at her quips, he smirked at her words.
Then she pressed in closer, as the music slowed from fast and hard, to slow and soft. She pressed her warm body against his. Her breasts pressing into his chest. Her pearly white teeth biting down on her plush bottom lip. Raven nearly faltered in his step.
Then she turned, pressing her backside against his crotch. And the world seemed to come to a stop. Raven nearly groaned, when he pressed forward, she pressed back. And soon enough they were grinding on the floor, hidden from the eyes of the public by the drunk bodies laughing and dancing around them.
Seemingly done with the dance, the female turned her head back and whispered, “Lets take this somewhere private.”
Raven felt a grin on his face and his heart beating out of his chest, He squeezed her hips and ground against her ass, “Lets.”
With a flick of his wrist they winnowed to the palace. To Raven’s bedroom. Before he could get a word out, her lips were on his. Raven was only shocked for a moment, before he ran his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted her up, placing her on his hips.
She groaned into his mouth and he mirrored the sound, they both rocked against each other, desperate for friction. Raven then walked to the far side of his bedroom and dropped her down onto the silk black sheets.
She grinned from her place below him, spreading her thighs open she said, “Go on, take what's yours, my Lord.”
A sound vibrated through his chest, a dark sound made feral with need and want. Raven crawled on top of her, her hands immediately went to his shirt, unbuttoning quickly, then her right hand travelled down to the hardness pressing against the seam of his pants.
A moan escaped him when she rubbed the fabric, providing well-wanted friction.
Raven captured her mouth in his own. When she bit his lip, the final tether of his control snapped. The Night Lord pushed the fabric of her ‘dress’ away, revealing the space between her legs. No undergarments.
Raven’s eyes went wide and the female smirked.
“Well?” She murmured.
A grin slowly spread out on his face. With a snap of his fingers all his clothes were gone, and Raven took her mouth in his, saying, “Moan for me, beautiful.”
***
When Rhysand awoke that morning, he was tangled in black sheets. There was a pounding in between his legs that made him groan in pain. Blinking his eyes open, he stared up at a ceiling that was not his own. When he sat up he was in a bed that was not his own.
Looking down at his chest, at the full breasts now sitting there, and the garments he had worn for tonight, he remembered where he was.
He had fucked the High lord of the Night Court.
Or.. gotten fucked. If the soreness sitting in his core was any clue.
A low groan could be heard beside him, quickly he looked down and there he was.
Raven Archeron, in all his naked glory. Arms that could completely encircle him. A broad, strong chest rising and falling with every breath. A sharp-cut jawline. Long hair that had been in a braid last night was now spread out over the pillow. Rhysand stared at him for a minute, in awe.
The High lord rolled onto his side, his face pressing against Rhysand’s thigh. The half-Illyrian held his breath, fingers dancing on the fabric of the pillow before travelling to the burnished gold that was Raven Archeron’s hair. Ever so gently, he twisted a strand of hair into his hand.
He was beautiful, completely and utterly beautiful.
He opened his eyes. Rhysand’s breath was stolen from him. Eyes a blue-grey like storms fluttered, looking around before landing on Rhysand’s form. His eyes widened for a moment before he groaned low in his throat, sitting up on his forearms.
“Good morning.” Rhysand smiled, still playing with that lock of hair.
Raven grinned up at him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He rasped, voice deep and scratchy from the lack of usage. Rhysand felt a shiver run down his spine, his skin feeling like it was on fire.
Raven sat up and looked about his room. Rhysand bit his lip, the air turning slightly awkward as neither party knew how to proceed.
They didn’t need to make a move though, as the door burst open and a female with the same hair and skin as Raven walked in. Her face was sweeter, her hair was in tangles, her eyes were irritated from rubbing them. She looked as though she just awoke.
Her eyes landed on Rhysand and her sweet mouth curled into a sneer. Quickly Raven covered Rhysand in a blanket, and Rhysand’s own wings curled around himself. At a closer inspection, Rhysand recognised the female. She was the middle child of the Archerons, Elain. The supposed sweetest and kindest.
She didn’t appear so sweet when she bowed her head ever so slightly and said, “Raven, who is this… lovely female you have brought to our home.”
“I…” Raven didn’t seem to have an explanation and looked as though he was caught. Rhysand felt very on display now.
“I must have forgotten to tell you to take the results of last night's drinking and dancing to the pleasure halls, not our home.” Elain all but sneered, still keeping that sweet smile and laughing eyes, but her tone was turning dark.
“Yes, yes Elain, I just- we were… caught in emotions of the night, the Lady will be off this morning.” Raven said. Rhysand cut his glare to Raven, whose eyes were skipping between Elain and Rhysand, as if deciding who was worse to piss off. Apparently he decided on Elain.
“The Lady best be going soon then, as noon approaches.” Elain snarled, losing her kind facade before she slammed the door shut.
“Shit.” Raven swore, jumping out of bed, Rhysand didn’t even get a chance to appreciate the artistry that was Raven Archeron naked as he was forcing himself into a pair of trousers whilst opening the light curtains, letting the late morning light in, “Its nearly midday, I’m sorry but you have to go.”
“But I-” Rhysand tried to persist. He didn’t want to leave yet, not when he was right in the bed of the High lord.
“Please cover yourself, take any clothing you want from my wardrobe, but be gone by the time I return.” Raven said, the words were harsh but his voice was apologetic, Rhysand still loathed it all the same.
But before Rhysand could express his distaste, Raven stormed from the room. Opening then shutting the door firmly.
Rhysand sighed.
“So much for getting out of the slums.”
***
Cassian and Azriel didn’t blame him when Rhysand came back with no luck. His friends just nodded, disappointment clear in their eyes but both of them just said he did what he could. Azriel even admitted that he would’ve preferred not to resort to marrying Rhysand off to the High lord to try and get them out of their situation.
But Rhysand knew all that was just talk. At this point any of them were willing to do anything to get out of their situation.
Rhysand had been the son of a famed Lord, who had a fall from grace. After his father was found forcing himself on the to-be-wed thirteen year-old daughter of a merchant, he was cast out from the Hewn City, and Rhysand wanted nothing to do with him.
Given that without his father Rhysand had nothing, he was left to the streets. No one wanted anything to do with the bastard son of the male that raped the young daughter of the highly regarded merchant.
He had been sent to Illyria on the Steward of the time’s orders. Keir had smirked when he
made the order, he had never liked Rhysand, but given he was the son of his now exiled brother he hadn’t been able to express until then.
Rhysand ended up in Illyria, where he was sent to a remote village, where he had also been rejected.
After a good hike in the snow and nearly freezing to death, he found a small cabin like construction. It was made out of a large fallen tree and carved to be a shelter. Having no one else to go he entered, and there he met Cassian and his mother.
Cassian’s mom had run from her village upon finding out about her pregnancy, after a male had raped her. She along with her two sisters had made that little cabin and resided there. Cassian was fifteen and Rhysand was thirteen when they found each other.
Cassian had been stronger than Rhysand on account of being a full-blood Illyrian. But being completely isolated from the rest of his people. He didn’t fight. Rhysand had been trained to fight by his mother who was taught by one of her older brothers, one who didn’t agree with not teaching the girls how to fight.
So Rhysand taught Cassian, who at first was hesitant, but eventually learned to love the thrill. He didn’t like the idea of killing in a war at all, but still liked to spar with Rhys.
Then after a few years, another small boy came to the cabin.
A boy with scarred hands and shadows swarming him. Azriel didn’t know how to fly when he came to them. After gentle coaxing and patience, the older two Illyrians taught him to fly.
A trio was born. A trio that helped their mother, and lived on the outskirts of Illyria.
That was until the War was reaching its peak. Being so far removed from the War itself, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian had no idea it was even happening. But an order went out for all boys of age to fight. All were called for, and Rhysand was remembered.
The Illyrians hunted them down and found the cabin. The three boys were taken and never saw Cassian’s mother or her sister again.
Rhysand still hoped every day they were out there.
The only bright side to any of it was Rhysand saw his sister again. She wound up in the same section as them, a General now, bigger, stronger and so much meaner. When Rhysand saw her, he couldn’t believe who he was looking at, but those violet eyes didn’t deceive him.
Branon was there, in the flesh, living and breathing. She too had been sent to Illyria, where they attempted to clip her wings and marry her off. Didn’t expect that Branon was not just stronger than she looked, but a powerful magic user. Utilising the dark magic of the Hewn City folk, she was capable of warding away Illyrian males that came near her and tore many to shreds.
No one could stop the female from climbing the ranks, spitting out blood when she was knocked down and getting back up.
It hadn’t been a tearful, happy reunion like Rhysand had dreamed. Instead his sister had looked at him with a blank stare and delivered the news that their mother had passed.
Then she snarkily remarked that he would’ve known if he ever bothered to come find her. Rhysand knew then that she blamed him for never leaving the sanctuary of Cassian’s home to go after what was left of his family.
Their relationship improved over the years. Instead of being hostile, now it was simply strained. Branon rarely came to see him, and Rhysand rarely saw her. She worked in Illyria, and lived there most of the time.
Rhysand however, lived in the outskirts of Velaris, in the only place he could afford.
Cassian and Azriel went with him. None of them had money, and they were shunned from the villages of Illyria. They did what they had to.
Azriel and Cassian found ways to make money, ways that Rhysand didn’t care to know the extent of it. But from the disgusting smells and red stains they tried to hide when they came home from their ‘work’ Rhysand knew it they didn’t like it. At least would rather not do it. His friends had learned to be apathetic to death, Rhys learned when he was a child.
He knew Azriel and Cassian had been marked by the Court. Nothing could be proven to put them in any kind of facility, but they weren’t welcome anywhere really.
It also meant that they didn’t qualify for the housing being provided for those living in the slums. They were trapped there. With nowhere to go.
Three months passed, and nothing got any better. In fact Rhysand started to get sick, throwing up in the mornings constantly, a headache pounding in his head constantly and being so tired all the goddamn time.
Rhysand picked at his breakfast, the dry bread with butter was better than most days, but still he wanted more. He knew what luxury was like and Gods he missed it.
He missed Cassian’s mom’s cooking, he missed his own mom’s cooking. He missed his father before it was found out what a horrible person he truly was. He missed the Hewn City of all things.
“Rhys, you have to eat something.” Azriel said. Looking up, Rhysand met his old friend’s eyes. How they had changed, once they had been filled with a constant fear and anxiety, then Cassian and himself helped to fill them with life and joy. Now they were dull, weighed down by memories. By guilt.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
“I will.” Rhysand grunted out. He was still in the female form Tamlin had given him. The torn, dirty clothes he wore stretched at the bulge of his breasts. He wished they could’ve been smaller, because Gods these hurt.
He had squandered so much money getting those herbs for the witch. On some delusional idea that he may be able to seduce a fucking High lord. Because of him the three of them now had to take turns for who would eat in the morning.
They had tried to leave the Night Court. Tried to go anywhere fucking else, but word had spread of Azriel and Cassian, how dangerous they were, what crimes they had committed. Word spread of Rhysand, of his father, what he had done. What Rhysand had done during the War. The bloodthirsty brothers were shunned from everywhere they went.
Not fucking fair.
Though a small voice began to wonder if it was…
“Rhys.” Cassian murmured, Rhysand looked up at him, face near grey and eyes downcast.
“It’ll be okay.” His brother promised, Rhysand didn’t believe him.
The half-breed looked back down at his meal. And forced himself to choke it down.
It was only a few minutes before Rhysand was jumping from his chair and sprinting for the bathroom. Azriel and Cassian watched, listening as he threw up until he was slumping back against the wall, breathing hard and hungrier than before.
“God fucking damnit!” Rhysand screamed.
Cassian was the one to appear in the doorway, “You need to see a healer, this has gone on too long.”
“And waste more money?!” Rhysand shouted, forcing himself to his feet.
“We’re wasting money because you keep vomiting everything you eat.” Azriel called out from the kitchen, “If there's anything to stop this, we need it.”
Rhysand put a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling.
After a moment he sighed, “Fine, fine we’ll see a healer.”
***
Cassian’s face had gone completely white and Azriel’s shadows swarmed like a storm while his eyes went wide as saucers.
Rhysand had gone silent, before he choked out, “Please no.”
“I’m afraid so.” The healer said, a lovely small female with long brown hair and green eyes, “But I will say that I know it seems overwhelming right now, but it will get better as you accept his new reality of yours. You know Rhys, it is so incredibly rare for a High Fae to conceive. I promise this is just a new gift.”
A gift?! A fucking gift?!
A baby…
He… he was going to have a baby.
Rhysand wrapped his arms around himself, his wings cocooning around him, before a broken sob was ripped from his throat. He had always wanted a child, but not like this, not when the future was unstable and tomorrow could be the last meal he eats for weeks. He didn’t want to bring a baby into this world. Not when it was like this.
Not when it was so fucking unfair.
Cassian wrapped his arms around Rhysand and held him as he cried and cried. The tears refused to stop, streaming down his face, racking his body with a constant trembling.
Azriel spoke to the healer, but Rhysand didn’t hear it. Cassian picked him up and walked home with Rhysand in his arms. Flying through the air whilst holding the shaking Illyrian.
Everything else a daze of blurry nothing. Rhysand just remembered being placed on the small thin mattress of his bed and falling into darkness.
***
When he awoke the next day, Cassian and Azriel could be heard arguing in the kitchen. Silently, Rhysand crept from his bed, opening the door and looking out into the room. The apartment wasn’t big at all, with just one small bedroom, bathroom and attached kitchen.
Looking through the crack in the door, Rhysand watched as Azriel paced back and forth and Cassian sat at the small creaky table with his head in his hands.
“We can’t do that to him, Az. He is our brother-!” Cassian argued.
“Lower your voice, you will wake him. Listen Cass, we, along with him starve in these Godforsaken slums, that child in his womb will not survive the conditions here.” Azriel stopped his pacing as he spoke, glaring at Cassian.
On instinct Rhysand’s hand fell to his navel, pressing gently against the flesh there. Memory of the visit to the healer’s yesterday was thrown back at him. Rhysand swallowed.
Pregnant. He was pregnant. He now had the budding of another life inside of his body, a fake body, a body that he had constructed to try and seduce the High lord of the Night Court.
“We cannot allow that child to die, it will be the most likely contender for Heir of the Night Court.” Azriel stated.
Raven’s eyes flashed through Rhysand’s head. He remembered the warm hands that had pulled him down on his hard cock, the mouth that sucked bruises into his skin, the eyes that had looked into his own.
“Fuck!” Rhysand swore, smashing a fist into the threshold of the door. Needing to let out some of the excess energy.
Azriel and Cassian quickly snapped their eyes to him. They both shared a look, before Azriel sighed and gestured to the seat across from him. Rhysand gritted his teeth. Hating how weak he was now. Hated how this was a situation he had no control over. He couldn’t do anything here. He wasn’t in control anymore.
He hadn’t been for centuries.
“Sit, Rhys.” Azriel said.
Rhysand stared at the chair, before he gave up. He walked over and slouched in the chair, glaring at nothing. Glaring at his own stupidity.
“Listen, Rhys, we…” Azriel trailed off, the male had never been good at handling emotionally delicate situations. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing how to phrase his next words.
Cassian’s eyes betrayed his anger for the situation, for the grief of his mother and his aunt. For what they had done in the War, and what they had done after.
The grief that none of them truly cared about what they had to do. Rhys sucked in a breath, straightening his back until it was stiff as a rod. Rhysand wished he cared more about the death he had inflicted in the War. Rhysand wished he cared more about what he did to Tamlin’s father-.
Cassian finished what Azriel couldn’t say, “We will need to speak to the High lord, Rhys.”
Rhysand knew what would happen if they went to the High lord. He would be either killed silently before word could spread, but if he was as kind as he proclaimed to be another likely event would be Rhysand being stolen away to a palace high in the mountains never to see or speak to another again.
But they could use this. Rhysand fluttered his wings a little, the smaller, faster wings that could allow him to zip through tight spaces. The curve of his hips, the swell of his breasts. Everything he used to seduce the High lord to his bed was now being used to house something that would eventually become another person.
“I’ll go to the High lord,” Rhysand said, “I’ll go to the High lord.”
Azriel looked at him with saddened eyes, but a firm look in his face that Rhysand knew was the acceptance they didn’t have another choice.
They’d go to the High lord.
***
When they went to the High lord, a month had passed and it was starfall.
At least that was a nice part of living outside the Hewn City. The Hewn City wasn’t a good place, but Rhys could skate by fine. He was a high-ranking male so most had accepted him finely.
But it was dark and shrouded in shadows down there, with snakes breathing down your neck at every corner. Up here though. You could see the stars.
Rhysand remembered his first true starfall. He had been out in Illyria and Cassian had dragged him outside. Then the stars had rained down upon the Earth and Rhysand thought the world was ending.
Now he saw the magnificent shades of silver and blue. How they fell across the sky like an avalanche of magic.
Though tonight even the wonder of the magic splitting the sky, covering the world in a deep shine, he couldn’t shake the sickness sitting in the pool of his gut. Nausea lept up in him with nearly every movement. He wanted to vomit.
“Are you alright?” Azriel whispered, a hand sitting on Rhysand’s shoulder. Rhysand nearly gagged but he managed to nod. The Shadowsinger furrowed his brow, Cassian leaned into say, “You look like you are about to pass out.”
Rhysand shook his head, a hand falling to his stomach. A small bump had now begun to form on his belly. Stretching out his shirt ever so slightly. It had annoyed him, mostly because the tighter dresses he had bought for the female form he had been given now no longer fit him. Azriel had disappeared when Rhysand was near ready to cry over the mourning of his outfits. When he returned it was with a midnight blue over the shoulder dress with long flowing fabrics and white gloves.
Rhysand had been immensely thankful for it. Tears streamed down his face as he put it on. Azriel and Cassian had shared a look, Rhys refused to acknowledge the fact he was acting more emotional than he normally would. He didn’t care. Not at this moment.
He wanted to vomit, to run away and never come back. To go back to the small world he lived in centuries ago.
Azriel squeezed his shoulder and Rhysand looked up.
There he was.
Tall, dark, foreboding, handsome Raven Archeron. He grinned and shook the hands of the courtiers that came his way. His shoulders loose and rolling, his fingers tapping against his thigh to the beat of the music, his blue stormy eyes sweeping the crowds with a scrutinising gaze.
Rhysand sucked in a near pained breath. His ribcage groaning at the stretch of his lungs. A reddening flush spread up his body, making him shake his hands by his sides to relive the growing need to run far and fast.
The three stepped into the light of the moon and stars. A falling star fell through the large gathering, smattering the crowd in shimmering blue, sprinkling across Rhysand’s hair, making it glow in the light.
He lifted his eyes to the falling sky above. It was pretty in a desperate way, stars falling down to the grounds below. Falling from their place amongst the night sky. A final goodbye to the lives they lived, a desperate last cry to the world that they once existed.
Rhysand loved Starfall.
When he brought his eyes back down to the sea of people. His heart nearly stopped in his chest. From across the party, feeling a world apart, a pair of sharpened green eyes met his own.
Shrouded in the shadows, leaning against a pillar. Tamlin tilted his head in a manner not unlike a curious cat. Although his expression was not curious, no, it was knowing. Tamlin had a glint in the emerald of his eyes that made Rhysand feel as bare as the day he was born. Barer even, like Tamlin could see past his skin, to his muscles, his tendons, his veins expanding with every pump of blood. His bones covered in the gore of his body.
The child in his womb.
Azriel and Cassian didn’t seem to notice the gaze that had locked and targeted Rhysand. They both slipped away with a murmured assurance they would be nearby. Leaving Rhysand alone amongst the blabbering of the public.
Tamlin looked him up and down, incredibly slowly. Locking each and every part of his form into his memory. Before he kicked off the pillar and strode through the crowd. Then his form disappeared behind a person and Rhysand felt his body relax as the Witch fell out of his sight.
It was quickly replaced by dread as Rhysand looked back over at the High lord to see him conversing with none other than Lucien fucking Vanserra.
The red-headed male was grinning and drinking as he was sprawled across a velvet purple lounge, the High lord of Night beside him. A drink in his hand as well. They chatted away seamlessly, exchanging easy smiles and lazy tilts of heads. Gesturing as their conversation flowed.
Rhysand tried to push back into the crowd, to disappear from sight. But it was too late. As hands wrapped around his shoulders. He turned over his shoulder to see the middle sister of the Archerons.
Elain Archeron smiled at him, a beautiful wide-mouthed grin with soft doe eyes. Different from the morning they had originally been acquainted where she had been pissed without a doubt.
But even now that sweet facade was not genuine, when Rhysand glanced over his shoulder to see Tamlin behind her, his face one of stone indifference, Rhysand knew his time was up.
Rhysand smiled anxiously at the female behind him. Putting on his sweetest voice he fell into the rhythm he had created. The mask he put up.
She not he. Her not him. Her’s not his. Rhysand breathed out ever so gently and let everything he knew and wanted slip away.
When Rhysand snapped in his next breath, she fixed her smile to be sweeter.
“My Lady, Elain, is there anything I may help you with?” She asked, voice sweet as honey and smooth as butter. A gentle curtsey bending her knees.
“Yes there is, my Lady…”
She lowered her head, tilting her gaze up, “My name is Esmeray, my Lady.”
“Esmeray,” Elain repeated slowly, each syllable sweet and soft on her tongue, “A pleasure to formally meet you Esmeray. Perhaps you don’t recall but we had an… interaction a few months past.”
How could Esmeray not remember? The very evidence of that night was now lying in her womb. Mother above, it appeared the woman before her still did not approve.
“I do remember that… interaction, Lady Elain.” Esmeray curtseyed once again, “I do wish our first meeting had been smoother, but I would gladly make it up to you.”
Elain smiled, but her eyes said, ‘Oh you best make it up to me.’
Esmeray swallowed hard.
Soft easy footsteps caught Esmeray’s attention. She wasn’t sure how throughout all the crowd noise she heard them, but she did. Elain seemed to as well, they both looked over Elain’s shoulder to see the Witch striding for them.
Elain’s shoulders loosened, her back relaxing ever so slightly. Tamlin’s eyes were pinned on Esmeray. Keeping her locked in the spot where she stood.
It had to be magic. The way the crowd seemed to part and become nothing but a flurry of background noise was not natural.
Tamlin’s green eyes glowed in the light of the night. Gleaming like metal in direct sunlight. Reflecting into Esmeray’s own.
“Elain.” Tamlin smiled softly at her, Elain tilted her head to him in acknowledgement, not correcting him to say ‘Lady Elain’.
So they’re friends, Esmeray mused.
Tamlin then turned his eyes to Esmeray, “Forgive my eavesdropping, my Ladies, was it Lady Esmeray you said?”
“It is indeed.” Esmeray replied stiffly.
“A pleasure,” Tamlin said, taking her hand in his own and gently grazing the back of her palm with his soft lips. Esmeray straightened. She didn’t need Tamlin to ruin this for her. Would he expose her? Take away what they had bargained for?
Now that she thought about nowhere in their agreement did it say Tamlin could not change her back whenever he pleased. Would he? How would that affect the baby?
Could that kill it?
Esmeray felt panic beginning to rise in her but before she could break down, a miracle, or perhaps a curse fell upon her.
“What is going on over here now?” A deceptively soft, seductive voice murmured from behind her.
Esmeray didn’t need to turn to know the High lord stood behind her. She closed her eyes briefly, kissing freedom and perhaps even her life behind as she turned to face Raven Archeron.
She looked up and smiled. Raven’s eyes widened by a fraction. Then he glanced down, as Esmeray took a step forward.
Raven’s jaw dropped for just a moment before it was quickly snapped shut. They both knew what it was that caught his attention.
The scent of pure starlight, a gift that should not occur to Esmeray naturally, that could only occur if the High lord had affected her with his power in some way.
Or in this case.
Put a child in her womb. Esmeray smiled sweetly as she looked upon the High lord's shocked face.
“Hello, my Lord. Do you remember me?” Esmeray asked in a delicate tone.
Raven didn’t reply as he took in a sharp, short breath. With a shaking hand that didn’t escape Esmeray’s notice, Raven gestured for Elain to leave with the words, “Elain, please see a room is made up, we have a guest.”
Elain nodded quickly, her eyes turning harsh when they landed on Raven.
Esmeray turned to Raven again to see that Lucien Vanserra was walking towards them. Raven turned and gave him a stern look that the Vanserra raised an eyebrow at.
Tamlin walked up to Lucien and put a hand on his shoulder before dipping into whisper words in his ear. Lucien’s eyes went wide. He looked over at Esmeray and she knew Tamlin told him who she really was.
But Raven didn’t seem to know. He just stared at her like she was some kind of horrific creature.
“Perhaps we should talk in a more private area.” Esmeray said.
“Perhaps we should.”
***
“You just couldn’t pull out!” Morrigan shouted as she threw her hands into the air.
Feyre leaned back in her chair. Staring into nothing. Feeling everything.
A child, her child, a baby, her baby. A stranger was pregnant with her baby, her Heir, the Court’s Heir. She was going to be a mother. The Court had an Heir. She had gotten someone pregnant.
It was so much. It was too much. She pulled at her hair before collapsing over the desk and putting her arms over her head.
Nesta was not nearly as angry as Feyre had thought she would be. She just seemed…. Disappointed.
Which was so much worse than anger.
“I’m sorry.” Feyre insisted, “I didn’t mean-”
“No one means to get someone pregnant, Feyre Archeron.” Nesta snapped. Feyre met her sister’s eyes, Nesta was a cold stone to her, a mask of indifference, but clear disapproval shining in the silver.
“I know I just…”
Elain has her head in her hands, whispering under her breath, “The one thing I don’t say, don’t get someone pregnant, I don’t say it and then she goes and does it.”
Feyre curled her hands into fists, “Do you think I wanted this?!”
Elain snapped, “Am I required to spell out every single you thing you cannot do for you not to do them! Do I also have to tell you not to murder people or can you figure that one out by yourself!”
“Alright!” Nesta clapped her hands, exchanging a harsh glare to both girls, “What’s done is done. There isn’t any going back now.”
Elain threw one leg over the other before huffing, “I’m just glad Tamlin told me that Esmeray was there, with the scent of the High lord all over her.”
Feyre rolled her eyes at the mention of the ‘scent of the High lord’. She shuddered thinking about how both her sister’s could… smell that.
She nearly gagged.
“How did Tamlin even know that?” Morrigan asked.
Elain’s eyes flashed and Feyre narrowed her own, Elain brushed off Mor saying, “He’s a Witch, they aren’t Fae, he can sense things we don’t.”
Mor glared and opened her mouth to argue further, but Nesta put a hand on her knee and the blonde sighed, “I’d like to know what happened exactly.”
Elain shrugged, “What is there to know? Feyre got a girl pregnant four months ago, she’s shown up tonight no doubt to bring it to light. Tamlin noticed, and told me so I could step in to make sure she didn’t make it into a scene. I called Feyre over in my mind and here we are.”
Feyre leaned back in her chair, nearly wincing as she recalled the sounds of her sister screaming and banging on her mental wards like she wished to kill her.
Morrigan sighed, leaning back in her chair and throwing an arm back around Nesta’s chair, “Where is she now?”
“Esmeray is in a guest room.” Elain replied, “Morning is coming quickly, she fell asleep after being taken there.”
Morrigan nodded, then her face twisted into a grimace, “She won’t like us.”
“What makes you say that? We’re great company.” Feyre snarked.
Morrigan hissed, “She won’t know what is going to happen to her or her child. We need to put her at ease, be kind.”
“We’re always kind.” Nesta sneered.
“Of course you are my love.” Morrigan raised a sarcastic eyebrow.
At that moment a polite knock echoed through the study. Feyre stood from her desk as a power that called to her own slithered past the gaps of the door. Nesta and Elain shared a look. Morrigan stood, with a final glance at Feyre. She headed for the door.
When she pulled it open, the group was faced with a servant, a girl with dark hair and a shadowed face. Behind her, she stood.
She looked just as beautiful in the soft early morning light. With her hair in a loose braid down the side of her shoulder. A dress of dark blue, sparkling in the light. Her violet eyes met Feyre, and the High lord could’ve sworn they darkened ever so slightly.
Feyre closed her eyes.
Raven opened his eyes. He cleared his throat and sat back down, kicking his legs over the desk, trying to appear casual. Nesta raised an eyebrow as she scrutinised the girl, Elain offered a tight-lipped smile. Morrigan dipped her head in respect.
With a quiet word, the servant left and Morrigan gestured for Esmeray to enter. She did. Light footsteps echoing through the room until Raven was certain they were reverberating in his very bones.
It was Morrigan who spoke, “Welcome, Lady Esmeray, to our humble abode.”
Elain nearly snickered, but bit her lip.
Esmeray gave the ghost of a smile before looking around the lavishly decorated office, “Humble indeed.”
Raven tossed his head to one side, “How did you sleep?”
“Very well, my Lord.” Esmeray replied. Her eyes followed Raven’s. Glowing slightly, power writhing underneath that gaze.
Esmeray smiled at him, Raven smiled back.
That smile quickly faded, when the mating bond snapped into place.
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👻🦇🎃 Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Female!Reader) 🎃🦇👻
A/N: Just my headcannon on an imagined scenario with the JJK cast celebrating Halloween together and they're all A-OK and happy and 😭🤧❤️🩹 There are ships/pairings in this here and there plus the costumes I thought of for them all that took forever to think of! Spooky romantic fluff. Cause writing that vampire AU 18+ piece is ... hard.
Pairings: Yuji x Megumi, Nobara x Maki, Yuta x Rika with hints of Yuta x Toge, Kokichi x Miwa, Shoko x Utahime, Nanami x Haibara, Mai x Momo, Yuki x Choso, and Satoru x Suguru x Fem!Reader at the end.
All credit for JJK cast goes to Gege.
* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.
I hope you enjoy. And —
HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!
THE CAST'S HALLOWEEN ATTIRE!
🎃Yuji in a tiger onsie and his usual sneakers with black face paint on for the whiskers and the nose.
🎃Megumi as wolf boi with just a wolf ears headband on … he was willing to put those on for his Yuji bae and that's all you're getting.
🎃Nobara as OUAT Aurora with a sword because she is a cute badass.
🎃Maki as OUAT Mulan because I like her warrior armored suit. Blame the fanarts I've seen.
*Plus seeing fanart of those OUAT girls together made something click.
🎃Toge as the Mummy. Better that than automatically putting him in a sushi roll suit.
🎃Panda as Frankenstein's Monster. In the torn up black Frankenstein jacket, stitches painted on, Frankenstein bowler head wig, and bolts in the neck. It was either this or Killer bear.
🎃Yaga as Dr Frankenstein. Labcoat, gloves but with his shades still on. Makes perfect sense.
🎃Yuta as Bendy the Dancing Demon.
🎃Rika as Alice Angel
*They both start off cute then become quite terrifying but in the best way.
🎃Kokichi as Victor from The Corpse Bride.
🎃Miwa as Emily THE Corpse Bride.
🎃Nanami as Captain America cause I got the idea from @TimieTate on twitter. But he keeps said cap off. He'll keep the shield just to see the fanboy within faces Yu, Yuji and Ino come to life.
🎃Yu Haibara as Iron Man cause I like Stony and it all fits now. Also he used face paint to add in the beard goatee combo.
🎃Ino as a zombie with the usual horror makeup with green skin, bloody cuts, and he's a cutie wanting brains~
🎃Shoko as Sally
🎃Utahime as Genderbent Jack Skellington with a Zero plushie.
🎃Momo as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Just the poofy velvety black dress, witch's hat, It was the broom's fault.
🎃Mai as Salem Saberhagen/Cat. It's just in a velour jumpsuit with an attached tail, layered choker necklace, cat ear headband, and ankle boots.
🎃Todo as a crossdressed Takada … cause why not.
🎃Choso as Netflix's Castlevania Dracula, with his hair loose to match. Also because of the whole blood thing.
🎃Yuki as Lisa Tepes also from Netflix's Castlevania cause they're both independent and stubborn and it just made sense to have them pair up.
🎃Riko as Wednesday Adams
🎃Kuroi as Morticia Adams
🎃Toji and Shiu as Sam and Dean Winchester. Just wearing leather jackets, rustic shirts, torn jeans and boots for the rugged look. Doesn't matter who's dressed as who. They can both make either roles work.
🎃Noritoshi Kamo as Hellsing's Alucard
🎃Junpei as Ash Williams. OG Classic. With detachable chainsaw toy hand.
🎃Nanako as Mitsuri Kanroji
🎃Mimiko as Nezuko
🎃Tsumiki as Shinobu
*They all got the wigs and custom made toy Nichirin swords. Also because Tsumiki and Shinobu share the same seiyuu. It was either her or Yor from SPY X FAMILY. Lord knows Gojo, Geto and Megumi would never want to see this girl in that kinda getup; overprotective they are.
🎃Mei as Disney OG Ursula. They both have white hair and do business with high rewarding profits. I had trouble figuring out a costume for Mei, okay!?
🎃Ui as a Flotsam Jetsam Mashup. Devoted brother/minion, so be it.
🎃Kusakabe as a Scarecrow. Apparently he's a fearful man that is courageous when it counts. It all fits.
🎃Akari Nitta as OG Disney Cinderella. Cause why not? It's cute!
🎃Ijichi as Zorro. Be a brave badass, my man!
*Those two are doing a callback to A Cinderella Story; the OG one, where Sam is Cindy and Carter is Zorro. Ergo, neither pair are couples.
🎃Arata Nitta as just a bedsheet ghost. He's timid as hell according to his wiki so there.
🎃Satoru as Wassup Ghostface
🎃Suguru as Viper Ghostface
🎃You as OG Ghostface
*Cause I gotta put my favorite horror character of all time in this and seeing fanart of them as Ghostface is a big turn on~! Plus Gojo gives Wassup vibes. And Viper looked so cool for Geto. And yes you be representing the OG!
🎃👻🦇 🎃 👻🦇🎃 👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃👻🦇🎃
Fall has come.
Warm colored leaves whisking in the cold blowing winds.
And so much rambunctious chatter teemed the atmosphere.
The annual Halloween carnival fair has arrived.
"Fushiguro! Let's go on that ride next!" Yuji cheered enthusiastically as the pair rode the flaming pumpkin head shaped go bumper car.
"Fine fine! Just keep your eyes on the – ACK!" Megumi grabbed those mochi cheeks of Yuji's to make him face forward, both jerking forward as they got slammed in up front by another go cart.
"Itadori-kun! Eyes on the road!" Junpei laughed.
"You two can get it on later, ya know~" Ino teased, grinning, innuendo jokes going hard.
"Ino-san, please don't egg him on." Megumi grumbled, bashfully avoiding eye contact.
"If he wants to, sure." Yuji made it all seem so simple.
"WHAT!?" All three exclaimed in shock, startling the other drivers and passerby, earning him a hard yank on his tiger hood.
Mingling outside a food booth
"Mmm, umai~!" Nobara's eyes lit up with actual stars in them as she eyed her crepe with bat and spider sprinkles paired with chocolate sauce. "Delicious and Insta-worthy~! Maki-san, what do you think?"
She smacked her lips in afterthought, eyeing the"With the black and orange dyed cone, matching sherbert ice cream gave off that spooky pizzazz to put one in the festive mood "Not bad. Too much though."
"Hmm … then finding the best cammable sweets for Maki-san is our goal for this all Hallows Night!"
"Don't go overboard, baka." Maki bopped her on her crowned head, endearingly smiling. "Cause we're burning all this sugar in our workout tomorrow."
Nobara saluted. "Yes ma'am!"
From down the road, sitting at a mini table set up outside another food both, Mai scoffs at the sight. "Maki, what do you see in that girl?"
Giving heated glares to some passerby that were giving cat calls to Mai, Momo "Your envy is warranted but not tonight. Now have a spooky berry." Momo plopped a bloody frosted one from her decorated strawberry coffin into her partner's mouth.
"Out of all the people, she chose to date … her." Mai muffled through her full mouth.
"I heard that, you know." The Kyoto pair looked up to see Mai's twin and her bae standing there; Maki a bit facially irked whereas –
"We BOTH heard!" Nobara's seething face was too close for Mai's comfort; Maki restraining her from going feral, though Mai looked undisturbed.
Oh? I didn't see you there." Mai's false smile had Nobara shooting steam out of her nostrils.
"She means well." Momo; understanding Mai's protectiveness over her twin, just sat there and ate those berries away.
The baseball struck gold as the bottle tower collapsed with ease.
"Alright Nanami-san! Perfect aim as always!" Haibara cheered, clapping before pointing at the prize he wanted hanging above their heads. "How many prize booths does that make now?" Haibara beamed, arms full of stuffed toy prizes.
"This would be the fifth one. I believe we've reached a moderate amount at this point." Nanami stated, adjusting the strap keeping the star spangled shield on his back, as they walked off with their reward.
"Yeah. This is more than enough for my sister. Thank you. So here." Picking up his latest prize, he handed the Iron Man chibi doll to his beau. "As a token to remember this night."
Nanami was so taken back by the gesture. "Then you keeping this one would even things up." He plopped that Cap chibi plush right on Haibara's face.
Haibara nuzzled the Cap plush with his cheek. "I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth … Kento."
God, Nanami's heart was getting ready to burst right outta him! "Yu …" Looking straight ahead, he shyly blushed as he kept a hand on Yu's back just in case. "I'll never forget."
On a park bench, viewing the fair from across the way, the two ruggedly dressed drinking buddies were hogging the bench.
"You know spying is a bad look for you, Zen'in."
"Shut it. It's Fushiguro now, remember?" And yet, propped against the back of the bench, Toji kept glancing at his wolf eared teen son walking with his fellow sorcerer buddies through the festive grounds evidently content regardless if he was smiling or not.
"Just go say to your kids already, you big old wuss."
Downing some booze, Toji sighed. "Nah. It's better this way. Besides, his two new papas would kill me in cold blood if I got even close."
"You're actually pissed you didn't get invited to their group gathering." Shiu drolled, getting bonked in the back of the head by Toji's half empty bottle.
"Still though, nothing like a drink and a smoke outside to spend the night away." Shiu mused, smoke slipping through his lips.
Toji's semi bored eyes suddenly became focused as they trained on a former target that now alluded to his sights after slipping inside one of the many houses of horrors littered around the fair grounds.
Holding hands tightly, Riko and Kuroi jolted and squeaked among the many other costumed attendees from every jump scare triggered by the gory horrifying figures coming every which way.
"Riko-sama, it's okay if you don't want to keep going."
"No! I can be brave through this! Just to rub it in those two's smug ass faces! I can do this – mmph!" She bumped into someone's back amiss her self encouragement. Looking up into the blackest eyes of Count Choso who bluntly uttered.
"Boo."
Riko's terrified screams didn't startle Choso in the slightest as she flailed, losing balance, and falling into Kuroi's arms.
"Sorry about him, Amanai-chan. Just trying to get him in the spooky spirit is all." Yuki's head popped out from behind him, apologetically smiling.
"An incarnated object … in the flesh!" She was as terrified as she was astounded at being in his presence, especially when he punched a screeching animatronic that got too close for comfort.
"Another former Star Plasma Vessel." Choso pointed out dryly.
"I chose my own path going forward of my own free will, same as you. No need to be so blunt about it." Riko stuck her tongue out at the somewhat irked hybrid man.
"Riko-sama, let's get going. We're holding up the others behind us." Kuroi cautioned.
"Yes yes, we're wasting precious time here! The night is still young after all!~!" Not wanting to get kicked out and sued by those running the house, Yuki dragged those three out to the exit, barreling through puzzled exclaiming normies.
In a mock up Haunted Mansion ride, Kokichi stayed stiff but flustered as Miwa held his hand, hugged his arm, and cuddled up next to him in their automatic carriage seat for two.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She curiously wanted to know.
He nods, fidgeting a bit. "And you?"
"Yes … I'm with you, after all." Miwa's genuine smile spoke volumes to how true she meant it.
"Good." He kissed her cheek all feather-like, earning a glow from her face before she peppered his face all with lipstick kisses, to his dopey smiling face.
"Oh my precious students!" That alerted the two as they spotted their sensei tearing up, to which her date used her Zero plush to pat away those tears.
"Just ignore us. We'll keep mingling with our brethren, that's all." Shoko waved to them, lounging in the fake graveyard setting.
"Not if we get kicked out over it!" Utahime panicked.
"Eh, no big deal." Shoko's usual apathetic shrug.
"You promised me you wouldn't act like THOSE TWO – MMPH!" Utahime got shushed by a smooch. Zero's nose lit up red, smooshed in between them, pouting as they parted. "You don't play fair."
Shoko rubbed her nose against Utahime's, mixing her faded blue powder with her white face powder, smiling proudly. "You make it too easy."
Outside, in a corn maze, Toge was looking ahead over the tops, carried on Panda's shoulders,
"Tsuna Tsuna."
"Go right?"
"Shake."
"Got it. Oh, Yuta, why must you leave us in your wake!? We barely see him anymore! Now he left us behind in this maze!" Panda dramatically tearfully shouted to the heavens.
"Mentaiko."
Turning this and that way, they finally found Yuta. On the hay covered ground. With Rika laying atop him.
"T–Toge! Panda! Uh … I can explain everything! I – It was just a slip –!" Yuta sweated bullets.
"He still cushioned my fall. You're always looking out for me, Yuta, my love~!" Rika gushed.
While he remained calm on the surface; that and his mouth was covered in wraps, Toge was irked at seeing his close friend being smothered by his lifelong love.
"If you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was say so." Panda suggestively said.
"Uh, that's not – AH!" Getting pulled up to their feet, Yuta blushed at how intense Inumaki's gaze held him with such devotion. Ruffling his hair, Toge was now turning red from what those wraps didn't hide, Yuta laughed a bit at the cute sight, before Panda bear hugged them all. "I – I missed you all too!"
Leaning against the fenced borders of the exit, Kusakabe-sensei stood beside his fellow Scarecrow; a display maybe but still, staying steer clear of any unwarranted hassle.
"Kids … naively enjoying normalcy despite our true reality. As long as I don't get screwed over in the long run, I'm –!"
A clown faced balloon got thrusted in his face.
"Take one. Enjoy yourself. I mean it."
Principal Yaga, handing out spooky themed balloons to adorably costumed kids passing by with their parents, still noticed the somber fear in his eyes. Speaking of kids –
"Come on, uncle! Mom is waiting for us!"
Yaga smiled at seeing Atsuya being dragged off by his Batman dressed nephew, willing to let his guard down for the little guy, a bat shaped balloon in his small gloved hand.
Mei cackling as money rained the sky. "Thinking you can trick me out of my wits," Men with wounded pride crumbled around her. "Only to be treated to my heart's content." They should never have bet straight outta their wallets. "Now that's what I call the best treat ever~!" She was that good at the shooting ranges. And darts. And slamming the hammer to ring the bell.
"Nee-sama, on top, as always~! Perfection~!" Ui applauded in his own odd unsettling way that only his elder sister enjoyed as she laughed madly.
Noritoshi hoped Miwa and the girls' choice of costume for him wouldn't make him feel so … out of his comfort zone. And yet, the various fangirls that adored the character he portrayed had them taking him up on both sides, hugging him arms and giggling nonstop at how fine he looked. Guess letting his hair down and loose made the look really sell. Still …
"I cannot tell if this is better than dealing with curses … or worse."
Getting dragged off to God knows where, an overwhelmed Noritoshi passed the masked Ijichi-san who was mesmerized by Nitta-san as the princess she is inside and out, twirling on the bridge. "I'll make sure not to lose my glass slipper~!" She cheekily jokes.
"I'd gladly carry you should you ever lose them." Ijicji bravely offered.
"Oh thank you Ichiji-san, but I'll manage. Right, Anata?"
All she got from the tarp draped ghost of her teen brother was jerky nodding and an "Eep!"
"He's really shy. But that makes him that much more precious to me~!" She hugged her startled embarrassed tarp brother.
It brought tears to Ichiji's eyes, sniffling. "Ah sibling love … so pure!"
And for Todo. Yeah, a Takada-chan Halloween themed concert was happening nearby. And yes he got tickets to see her. Cross dressed as his #1. The man will wear it with the utmost unbridled pride and joy for his Takada-Chan. And he'd lose it seeing her dressed as the best half angel half devil in history. "Pure and forbidden to all … the perfect balance … that's my Takada-chan~" He'd be on Cloud 9 yall!
SNAP!
"Ooh, another one!" Nanko cheered.
FLASH.
"New pose time." Mimiko softly suggested.
CLICK!
"Okay, one more!" Tsumiki added.
Posing and taking photos with cosplayers of their fave online idols in their demon slayer outfits was too much fun for all those involved.
"PHOTO BOMB!"
A Wassup Ghostface popped up above Nanako's head. Followed by a Viper one appearing between Mimiko and Tsumiki's faces. Startling away their cosplaying acquaintances.
"Our own papas giving us heart attacks, unbelievable!" Nanako complained.
"It was a good scare, though." Mimiko clapped a bit.
"It made my heart jolt right out of my chest!" Tsumiki exclaimed.
"Huh? Where's Mama, though?" Nanako asked.
"She's missing." Mimiko noted.
"I thought you three would all arrive together." Tsumiki reminded them.
Gojo pulled up his mask to beam at them. "Not to worry, girls. The Mrs is fine. Quite fine, actually~" Gojo's purring tone at how fine you looked in your costume did not go unnoticed as the girls mock gagging into their hands.
Geto also pulled his mask up to peck their foreheads. "You girls keep having fun…not too much, though." Geto wanted the best for his girls too, but not around unsavory company.
"Yes, Geto-sama." The twins kissed his cheeks before dragging Tsumiki off to rendezvous with Megumi's group.
The big question.
Where are you in all this?
Photographing the moments, of course.
Entrapping these precious once in a lifetime memories.
Looking over them all from afar, your tender smile gave way to a wave of attachment as tears pricked your vision behind that mask.
This fragile tender peace amiss this cursed world was what you sought-after.
Swaying from the overflow of sentiment, empathy and affection you felt for this found family had you shaking in your actual costumed boots.
"Tell me …" You felt his cursed energy appear immediately, hovering right behind you. "What's your favorite scary movie?"
You felt giddy, butterflies flocking your nerves, smiling nervously underneath your mask. "This one." You pointed at yourself. "Duh." You giggled as he glomped you from behind, lifting your mask off to see your red cheeked beauty. "Lord forbid I wanna remember this night, digitally and soulfully. Doing group hangouts takes lots of planning, coordination and effort – AAH~!"
You squealed as Satoru lifted you up bridal style, spinning you around, marveling at your form highlighted by the moon while the fair lights made your e/c eyes sparkle like the universe laid in your gaze. Matching his Six Eyes perfectly, hypnotized by them as ever, as he kissed you openly.
"Heaven sent … you truly are." Tuffs of his snony bangs tickled your forehead and nose as his face beamed with pride and joy, unbridled love stretched from both ends of his wide smile, all for you.
"An angel for our depraved souls," Feeling those giant clothes hands cup your cheeks from behind, your toothy smile looked up to see Suguru sharing the same twitterpated expression.
"Ghosts having guardian angels … huh. Who'd have thought?" Your attempt at joking only made them give loud, slobbering, open mouthed smooches all over your face as you became a flailing giggling mess.
"Selfie time~!" Satoru chirped as he took tons of them with his phone, lots of laughs and kisses exchanged amongst the many goofy, creepy, and ecstatic faces you three made.
When midnight would soon be upon you all.
"Looks like we're right on schedule." Suguru mused as you three saw everyone that you personally invited eventually convening where the end of the fair grounds and the park meet, fairy lights hanging among, between, and around the tall hanging trees, various spooky tune favorites playing in the background to set the mood.
"Precisely." You threw the heavy ginormous bag you brought with you.
You popped it with the signature cursed energized finger gun.
It rained candy for all assembled.
While some – Yuji, Panda, Toge, Yuta, Rika, Junpei, Ino, Nobara, Miwa, Riko, Yu, Todo cause his lovely Takada-chan's concert had ended early, Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, Satoru who yes scrambled over to get some too – clamored for every piece they could get their hands on.
Others – the adults at least – had restraint or not much interest.
As the fireworks went off to signal the end of the night, so much lively chatter bounced off everyone in animated mayhem, and you could only stand there and watch in amusement, content, and peace.
You wanted to freeze this moment. As well as many others. From back then to going forward.
This world – this reality – was something else.
You found more meaning, a sense of belonging, and heart in being here.
You would shape, bend and change it all to make it the kind of world you wanted it to be.
One where you could protect the smiles of those you feel attached to. Keeping this little slice of semi-normalcy intact, this somewhat safe haven of a life.
And should any curses wreak havoc upon the city – they will be most active on this night after all – this league of sorcerers would exorcise the hell outta them.
Sitting down on the grassy grounds, you were lost in the glowing sight that you got startled as Suguru slung an arm around your shoulders, nuzzling your humming self with his own.
"Truly a memorable night. Well done, love~"
You two jumped as Satoru collapsed before you two, candy stains smearing his lips, but smiling too much to care. "Best Halloween thus far! But next year we gotta top it! We should throw a bash! At our place!" Satoru's eyes were crazed and high at that point.
"Satoru, no more sugar for you tonight." Suguru lightly scolded.
"But Suguru, I feel so good right now~!" You and Sugu sucked the sweetness right off Toru's lips. "Like that but more~! Please love~?" Those puppy dog eyes and pouty lips have you kissing his lips. "Thanks you two~"
Helping Satoru sit up enough to rest on his elbows, you three spent the moment relishing the youthful scenery. Satoru's head rested on your left shoulder, Suguru's head rested on your right shoulder, and you hummed at how warm and cozy and right it all felt.
Calling out to everyone assembled to do at least one group cheer before the clock struck twelve.
Finishing the night off with one last –
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk au#jjk fanfic#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#satosugu x reader#satoru gojo x reader#suguru geto x reader#itafushi#nobamaki#shokohime#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen au#halloween#gojo x geto x reader#hainana#mechamiwa#gojo x reader#geto x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#geto suguru x y/n#geto suguru x you#yutarika#chosoyuki#satoru x suguru x reader#jjk ships#inuokko#happy halloween
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Genderbent Thunder Warriors when?
A/N: Some funny crack. Genderbent Ushotan.
Relationships: You'll see :3
The Cast: Valdor(mentioned), Ushotan(genderbent), Kandawire
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She saw the warriors emerge through the night-blown snow, standing motionless against the dark. For a moment, she thought they were Custodians, though their stature was not quite the same, and their armour not of the same quality. Up closer, and you could see the great differences – the plate was cruder, heavier, more bronze than gold. Much of it was heavily damaged, and individual plates had been replaced with cruder hammered steel. They still wore their crimson plumes, though, and still donned their thick crimson cloaks, all of it sodden in the freezing deluge. They carried their old weapons, the ones that had once been used in the Unity propaganda vids. She remembered seeing the first cuts of those, years ago, and laughing at the absurdity of them. No one was laughing now. They looked as savage as she had ever seen them, bereft of their old chains of command and now fighting out of bitter, wounded pride. Every movement they made brought a snarl of badly maintained servos, and you could smell the stink of atrophying flesh even through the storm’s lash. They did not have long, whatever the outcome here
They said nothing to her. Some, she recognised, were already deep into their pre-combat mania, and were working hard to maintain control of their faculties. Others were merely morose, or fixated on what was to come. Danger hung over them like a fog, creeping out into the frigid night. They had always been designed to cause terror, and that capacity at least had not yet eroded.
As she walked among them, she could sense a strange sense of…amusement, almost pooling off from their veins. As if they knew something she did not. One leered at her as she passed. She held his gaze, just long enough, before turning away.
She saw their master last, just as was appropriate. Armor colored a bronze so dark it might have been iron, lined with blood-red lacquer and covered in battle-honours, the finest ornaments encrusted with dust and ash. The Thunder Warrior’s helm was encrusted with heavy decoration, the vox-grille formed into a permanent grimace. A titanic broadsword swung in one gauntlet, a projectile gun in the other. A tabard, scaled like a fish’s flanks, hung from a curved and intricately decorated breast-plate, and the Primarch’s blunt greaves scored with the lightning strikes of the Legio.
Valdor was taller, it was true, but there was something absolutely brutal about the Primarch before her – a kind of amplified viciousness that made her eyes sting.
The High Lord came closer, staring up at the giant. Her lips parted, jaw dropping slowly in a silent gesture of surprise.
‘Lord Primarch Ushotan,’ she said, respectfully, her voice stunned with surprise and shock. ‘It is good to finally meet you.’ she finally managed.
Amusement glinted behind that helmet. The Primarch of the IVth legion tossed back her ridged helm and laughed. Her laugh was sharp and guttural.
‘You, too,’ she said, chuckling. The Primarch of the IVth legion steps closer, and Kandawire could see the Primarch’s breath pluming out past her rebreathers.
Her voice was horrific. What had once been raucous laughter had been turned into a corroded scrape, dragging up from strained vocal cords and strangled by a damaged vox-unit. She laughed again, her chuckles growling and guttural like a wolf unrestrained, but still just about in control. Almost sane. ‘Didn’t know if you had the spine to see this through. Pleased to have my faith confirmed.’
The Primarch of the Iron Lords. The victor of Maulland Sen. Warrior, Primarch, captain, commander, mistress. Ushotan noted her surprised gaze, returning with a chuckle of her own.
‘You look surprised. I don’t blame you.’
‘I meant no offense, Lord…Lady Primarch.’ Kandawire said, looking up at the giantess with what felt like a daze.
‘There was none taken. Captain-General did not speak much of me, did he?’
Kandawire thought for a moment, then replied. ‘No. He certainly did not.’
‘Serves that bastard right.’ Ushotan huffed, her well-decorated chestplate rising and falling as she growled at the air, hands clenching and unclenching around the pommel of her sword. ‘I’ll kill him either way. Slowly.’
‘I never wanted things to come to this.’ Kandawire did not know how long she had before the Primarch’s attention faded from her.
‘None of us did.’ Ushotan looks away. Her ridged helm hid her grimace. She instead shakes her head.
‘I wish to remind you – no more bloodshed than is needed. No anarchy. We are restoring, not destroying.’
Ushotan came closer. Her helm was frosted with ice, her hair a knotted mess that had been hastily cropped so only its ends hung limply from her helmet. Plumes of ragged breaths were vented from the outlets on her rebreather. She remembered how Valdor had described her, up in Maulland Sen at the extremity of the world.
Like the ghost of all murders.
Ushotan was close enough to glare down at her now. The giantess’ eyes were mirthless, her hidden smile a crooked path amid a visage twisted by madness. In a surprisingly graceful motion, she abruptly drops to a kneel before Kandawire, lowering herself until they were nearly eye to eye. Her breath fogged over Kandawire’s face. She smelled blood, the scent of ancient metal and the sterile fumes of combat stims, mixed with what vaguely resembles a scent of old oil.
‘You want to know.’ Ushotan mused, looking her dead in the eye. ‘It does not matter, but you still want to know.’
‘Yes.’
‘You haven’t earned it.’ Ushotan doesn’t laugh again, but she makes a chuffing noise, forcing a sound out of her ruined throat. ‘But I’ll tell you anyways.’
Still kneeling in the snow, Ushotan laughs again, and begins.
‘Constantin. You should’ve seen him then, so glorious in his invincibility. He was the first the Emperor created, and this, you already know. But he was also terrible to behold. The Emperor’s Spear, His finest weapon, and there was none after him, and certainly none before him. The process He used for the first Custodes was never replicated again.’ Ushotan shrugs. ‘He alone, he was unique. The first of the Custodes, greater than the rest of them all. But enough about Constantin. I’m sure you’ve already seen his brothers and sisters, much to your surprise. But you’ve never seen me. The propaganda vids made you think the Cataegis process would only work on males, eh?’
‘I suppose so, Lady Primarch.’ Even now, Kandawire was still unsure how to address her. ‘I had not expected…’
‘They lied.’ Ushotan replied bluntly. Almost unconsciously, Ushotan touches her throat, her gorget ringing as the Thunder Warrior digs her fingers into the ruined steel. ‘They lied. It worked on women, certainly, but not…well. The results were horrendous. It was like forcing a creation into what will never be. Even the Custodes struggled sometimes with their candidates, much less speaking of the Thunder Warriors. But the King was desperate. The Imperium took whatever recruits it had, in its earliest years. I was one of the poor bastards chosen, and by some freak of fate, I was one of those that lived. But they weren’t stable, no, even for a Thunder Warrior. They were fanatics. Screaming about the Emperor as their God.’ She chuckled again, mirtlessly.
‘Their god?’ Kandawire had believed it preposterous. The Emperor was a man. A great man, but a man nonetheless.
Ushotan smiled underneath that mask. She does not laugh, however.
‘Their god.’
‘That’s preposterous.’
‘It is not.’ Ushotan shrugged her massive shoulders. ‘Didn’t affect their combat any. or all their augments, for all their madness, they were still sisters in battle, more or less. Doesn’t matter, does it? Worship never razed a city. Constantin himself never cared much, and it no longer matters. His treachery is all that matters. Whatever we had then, it didn’t matter anymore after Ararat.’
It could, thought Kandawire. Worship absolutely could, in fact, raze a city. But it didn’t matter, of course, the Primarch was already dusting herself off, and preparing to leave.
‘And why are you telling me this? About…Constantin.’ Valdor’s first name tasted foreign on her tongue.
‘Why?’ Ushotan almost looks surprised, turning around before she left.
Kandawire swallowed, and gave the giantess a hesitant nod. ‘About Constantin. You and him.’
‘You really don’t know do you?’ Ushotan had stopped turning away. She was looking at her very intensely now, with a scrutinizing quality not unlike interrogation. Or rage.
Then a smile, as slow as the rumbling of glaciers, breaks across that jagged expanse of a face, and she keels over, as if struck, her broad frame echoing with spasms. Kandawire, surprised, almost unconsciously takes a step back, before realizing the Thunder Warrior Primarch was laughing.
She was laughing.
Ushotan howls her ragged laugh, and the chorus was taken up by her men in a horrible, amused symphony. They laughed, like corpses waiting to be put back to their grave, their combined voices not so unlike the rumble of ancient beasts spurred for war, they laughed in some kind of collective, amusing joke that Kandawire was not privy to.
‘He didn’t tell you, did she?’
‘No, Lord Primarch…I’m afraid not.’
‘He didn’t tell you we were lovers, eh?’
#sculptor of crimson#warhammer 40k#wh40k#constantin valdor#adeptus custodes#warhammer#wh40k writing prompts#thunder warriors#ushotan#genderbend#ushotan x valdor#ushotan/valdor#i forgot the tag
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6️⃣SUDRIANVERSE:HAPPY LATE 6/6 DAY!!6️⃣
Have:
Percy Avonside
Lord Harry Patrick Barrane
Andreas Roldan Guerrero Hidalgo Hunslet
I legit thought he was number 6 until I went back to his series and it’s actually 2 welp I’m dumb so here’s he’s msr #6 xD
Duncan Barclay (I’m so very sorry sweetie I didn’t finished you)
rambling time:
alright I knew I wanted my percy to be inspired by raggedy Ann dolls specifically the hairstyle and the overalls, I gave him a scarf 🧣 to represent “a scarf for Percy” episode and of course they’re little hat with the sodor mail logo and her mailbag with their whistle and lucky bell as keychains (I forgot to to draw them but say it’s behind her back) 🔔 I was gotta decorate her boots more but I it slipped out my mind and I was originally gotta make them red. Of course they have their pins on their bag a bear pin for “wooly bear” a butterfly 🦋 for aeg (I know I know people still don’t like it please don’t come after me) and their gender-fluid and pan pride pin.
Patrick or Harry was the easiest to be honest like nearly all of my cfr designs was mainly inspired by glowynviator except I added some minor changes like an orange scarf 🧣 his boots and pants color change and design and he got classy pristine gloves and earrings and of course a pompadour which is fitting for his nature (I know it’s looks like wally darling xD that’s the idea 💡)
long rant on stuff cause it gets dark on some parts and cause Duncan and Andreas’s storyline takes place
Andreas I was originally searching up Argentinan fashion for him cause he’s afro Argentinan in my human au cause his basis was sent there but it was formal dress wear so I went with that along with fancy British style cause my Andreas comes from old money an wealthy family and he totally shows off like Gordon he’s also got a cape jacket like him but I couldn’t decide which one cause I did so many of them I’ll post them later and maybe do a poll on it even though knowing me I’ll use all of them haha
(Gordon 🤝 Andreas they r besties they gossip have coffee and Gordon was the first standard guage driver to visit Andreas in the hospital 🏥 after the accident this does apply for Alfred as well but he’s was a prick and he and Andreas got into arguments) and also like Gordon has his own fair share of toxic dysfunctional relationships ridiculously high standards and the pressure to be perfect though unlike Gordon Andreas was originally engaged through an arranged marriage by his family mainly his abuelo which secretly stressed about it for he had no feelings for her and if he was honest never felt attracted towards girls even though he was well liked and known and popular and that his stomach often churns at the thought the same goes with more intimate activities that he doesn’t really wish to have children at least not yet and gosh-
Like y’all (his main inspiration was Encanto Isabela and her family I guess you can say he’s a genderbent version as despite his own emotions thoughts and fears he was determined to not frightened of disappointing his family and being the golden child and the oldest (he’s meant to be a foil to Gordon and Alfred who are meant to be parallels to one another’s it’s complicated) he’s very grateful he managed to convince his abuelo to let him have the opportunity to work on sodor under the excuse it would be good to have more connections the railway needs assistance and this would be great experience in an effort to put the marriage on hold among o th her things (cause he did fight in the war with his engine but his family mainly his abuelo was too worried of losing him and practically begged him to return back home even giving money 💰 to Andreas superiors and Andreas ends up returning early like less than a few months athough the marriage was cancelled after his family found out after his accident later on still wondering if some of his family members move to sodor which Andreas deliberately put off and revelations are revealed which leads to huge arguments and Andreas is no longer welcomed into the family not officially disowned but it’s was more of a like until he got his act together to him and it stung cause they couldn’t tell it to his face yet at the same so relieve cause he felt like he couldn’t handle so many people in the room overall it’s extremely messy but he still feels thankful that he got a support system on sodor and he got out of a rather toxic and kinda forced heteronormative environment
Duncan has so many outfits and hairstyles that I’m drawing out cause my guy goes through the wringer he’s got so much character development going on but I went with one of a more healing style he wearing something’s that’s causal yet comfortable (of course I drew him with a guitar he finds comfort in music and yeah he’s in his pride colors) he’s not pretending to be this overly happy guy in an effort to please others as his way to cope with the situation but ge wrote his red outfit I’m leaning towards boilersuit/jumpsuit (which he ends up burning and throwing away cause well it’s kindave stained while he was doing his hardest to recuse Andreas like he accidentally injured himself in the attempt to free Andreas think suletta and her hands but he was freaking out in full panic not thinking and now every time he looks at it looks st himself his stomach turns to kits he stays seating he’s shaking cause it reminded him so much of what was Andreas when he was recused and how he was almost…killed… BY HIM…he was severely injured and barely alive but still somehow breathing
First time you see him he’s got a Mohawk, it’s messy but cool looking but to others on a outsiders views he appears not to care about appearance which does rub (mostly Andreas who’s obsessed with making perfect appearances and self-importance) leads to them butting heads a lot like it’s kinda an isa and Mira situation where they’re both envious of one another where Duncan is jealous over how between the two numbers 6’s here it’s appears that a majority of folks prefers Andreas while Andreas even though he’s in an environment where he can express more freedom and won’t be punished for it he still can’t downright be more vocal towards authority (at least till the hours of the incident where he argued with the supervisor but it was more on the lines of safety and not recklessness) treatment or say everything on his mind with vulgar languages and he is a bit impressed on that but wishes Duncan had common sense and not just complain about everything and anything
So yeah they rubbed one another all the wrong ways and Duncan calls him “mister perfect” Andreas retorts to him being a hypocrite yet didn’t hesitate to put his life on the line and recuse him and Duncan just felt excruciating amount of guilt and also reeling from that situation since it’s also traumatic for him like he was right there when Andreas getting crushed and unfortunately the first actually see how bad lead injuries were on Andrea’s and it ran and it wasn’t a pretty sight and I will let you guys fill in the head. It’s but for Duncan, his mental health was taking a toll on him
A majority of his colleagues (the msr the ones who knew Andreas was he longest they held him responsible some even right blaming him (like I wrote that Andreas family were gotta sue him as well as the railway but that was stoped by Andreas but that didn’t do well for Duncan emotionally) for everything others not speaking or or even acknowledging him like he’s existence leave it like glares they’re grieving they’re dealing with this situation and it doesn’t excuse their actions or their treatment of Duncan but it explains it it’s still not right but it’s like all sadnes all around. Even though Duncan has the support and comfort of the Skr members he still feels like he’s responsible and begins to overwork himself like bag eyes despite his smiling attitude like his hair outgrew the passing couple of months and he’s putting it in a braid or ponytail he’s wearing less red (I got an idea on his that looks like) yet he neglecting his own health then he comes back after his run in with the scientists where he was knocked unconscious and he’s wearing yellow like he dyed his hair he subconsciously changes to match Andreas ponytail and a more fitting attire and ugh my heart
#ttte#ttte percy#percy the small engine#ttte andreas#ttte patrick#ttte lord harry#lord harry#ttte duncan#my art lol#my art <3#my art sketch#my art#my art stuff#my art owo#my art style#my art :d#6/6#This was meant to be a happy day for them but the ng 6 gang have their storylines so intertwined it’s wouldn’t make sense to have just one#humanization#ttte humanized#It’s gets worse before it gets better for the narrow gauge number 6s and god they all needhugs#They recieve therapy thankfully everyone does when realizations come in like at first I thought it was I don’t know how to explain when#stuart blamed Duncan and expressed his emotions verbally towards him beating him down but I realize they’re all dealing with grief#differvently since I thought a more vocal fury meme we like atlas since we saw him blame Duncan or even falcon or Stanley due to their#expressions but yeah everyone’s not fine like andras oh his I been reading up crushing incidents and what happens to the body cause#dude was literally crushed and buried under two heavy materials also for the marriage part he did choke spit like isa#yeah encanto is a huge insp 4 Andreas’s backstory and I’m posting this a week late and now I’m back at the apartment with slow internet#I got art class tomorrow for two hours in Mexico fun so I’ll talk more about these two and outfits later peace ✌🏿
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Hiy~ =)
So, I'd like to send you a ⭐free pass to rant⭐. Also... I'm going to admit that I haven't read anything of only yours. Although your stories were recommended to me (I think we can guess by whom?), it fell onto the list of things I truly meant to do but never found time for.
But I remember hearing some wonderful things about your "Prompt-ly Yours" series, so I'd like to ask you about that one~ 🌈🌠
Not me looking around like mad, all “omg! Someone’s asking! Act normal! Act NORMAL!”
Ok, ok, ok.
I’ll do the Prompt-ly Yours, then a free for all. (Oh no, I can already feel myself getting ready for a ramble…)
So Prompt-ly Yours was my return to writing and my return to fan fiction. And mostly importantly, the first story in forever (possibly ever!) that actually had an ending. I’d been dancing around with the idea of McCoy and Scotty in a story, but never quite hit on what until I saw a list of sentences prompts and really the first five or six on the list felt like they told a story on their own. Then it became a challenge to myself to write something coherent and use all 100(!) sentence prompts on the list.
And I managed it! And it made sense! And, most of all, coming back to writing made me happy!!
Ok, so little things about it. Dr. Barrolds is named for a joke between hubs and I, in hopes he would read it that far and get a laugh (he didn’t.) One of my favorite moments in the story is probably when they tell each other they love each other the first time. Another fave is the last scene when Scotty ruins the moment interrupting McCoy, but was about to do the same thing. And, poor Chekov, but when he and Sulu get an earful and have to share breakfast with Scones the next morning. Chekov’s extreme reluctance to look at them, McCoy and Sulu’s joint embarrassment and Scotty’s total nonchalance kill me every time.
And free pass!
Boaty McBoatstory was a placeholder name that stuck. It also contains another joke for hubs that he’s never read.
A Home with a Hearth was originally going to be a stand alone, and then as I began thinking and plotting out Wherever You Are, I Am, I realized it fit as part of the Prompt-verse and I’m honestly looking forward to when I get to where it fits in.
I was super nervous when I wrote Forgiveness, and it wasn’t honestly going to be a smut when I started it! But then one thing led to another and well 🤷🏻♀️ Would I write another? Maybe. If people were interested but I don’t know if I could do as good a job. I kind of prefer bringing the stories right up to the moment and letting the reader picture what happens.
Cor Lapideum is probably a lot cheesy, but I gave it all my sweetness.
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Temporal Anomaly is entirely because I wanted aos McCoy to be surprised by tos McCoy saying the line “you’ve haven’t married’em yet?”
A lot of my stories circle around one dumb idea lol.
Prior to writing Scones stories, an old high school friend and I (in hs) wrote a pair of back to back tales where we walked through some kind of portal and ended up in Star Wars (she wrote it. She was Luke and I was Han. Genderbent too.) The second story sent us to Lord of the Rings as Frodo (me) and Aragorn (her.) Mark Hamill made an appearance stealing our gray portal home. The series was supposed to continue into the Thrawn trilogy and the Hobbit, but we got lazy. (And busy! Jobs and school!)
My next big fandom story (don’t laugh!) was Monty Python adjacent about a girl who somehow goes back in time to 1968 and gets a job at the BBC for a mad genius writer. The characters were all original, but based of the different pythons. Russell Andrews and Ruby Fontana, my dearest, beloved OCs.
Ok…. I probably wrote waaaay more than necessary. Whoops. Anyone wants to know more feel free to ask. Maybe someday I might even post some Ruby Fontana if anyone’s interested (It’s cool if not.)
Thank you for the ask @l0vel3ss-l1nds3y 💙❤️❤️💙❤️💙
#slice of life#my writing#someone let me ramble on and on and on#too much ramble?#not sorry#talking about writing??#yes please!!
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Fanfic Idea: Gravity Falls Gang stuck in Warhammer Battle
What Factions & Lords each choose?
Dipper High Elves (Teclis)
Mabel Wood Elves (Spellweaver of High Magic)
Stan Dwarves (Bugman)
Ford Another Dwarves(Grombindal)
Wendy Empire (Markus Wulfheart) *Genderbent
Paz Dark Elves (Hellbrone)
Robbie Vampire Count/Tomb King (Arkhan the Black)
Gideon Chaos Cult of Tzeentch (Vilitch the Curseling Twin) *he got sort of Gideon Jr. speaking to him
Greta Ogre Kingdom (Golgfag Maneater) *Genderbent #2
Candy Skaven (Ikit Claw of Skyre Clan) *Genderbent #3
4(+1) Waves of Unlikely Allies Opponents
Be'lakor, the First Daemon Prince
Skarsnik of Crooked Moon
Grand Arch Commodore Luthor Harkon, the Vampire Coast(Resurrected by TW:WH2)
Nakai the wanderer, Lizardman
Nagash himself, and the all slain opponents zombified.
Sum up, the GFGs just got stuck in the battlefield as their chosen legendary lords, and together, they must defeat 4(+1) of the allied waves of opponents.
#warhammer fantasy#gravity falls#gravity falls fanfiction#warhammer fanfic#total war warhammer ii#total war warhammer
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Ranking Evil Dead heroes...
I’m just doing this on personal preference. I went to cbr website and it wrote an article on why Mia from 2013′s version was better than Ash as a hero... but if I can be honest I completely disagree. I saw that version and I fell asleep. Mia was boring, and they made a lot more mistakes than the original. So no I disagree and doing this out of boredom.
Note I will count, the spinoff series main protagonists and the recent film. I’m tempted to add in comic crossover ties. But small tempted cause I wasn’t given a lot of exposure until recently to the comics so I’m not caught up. Not adding the little kids from the recent movie cause... gosh that baby girl’s traumatized 8B.
Pablo Bolivar-technically I would have given it to Kelly but Pablo grew from adoring sidekick to confident El Brujo.
Kelly Maxwell- haha I dunno where to start only that Kelly’s both the brain/and brawn. She’s the glue that keeps the two working better.I love how before the series end. She grew so close to Ash that he considered her the daughter he never had.
Ash Williams-personally I think the three balance each other to share 1 spot but.... haha yeah Ash makes a lot of mistakes at least in regards to instructions. Lol.
Beth, sorry to hear that she’s not in the top three. I put her there cause technically uhh as a cinemasins fan she did leave that poor kid in the hall to that demon sister’s hands.
Cassie Hack (Hack/Slash comics)- they had a crossover. And she is pretty much a good hero. A lot more smarter than Ash lol
Tommy Jarvis and the final “girls”, its a long story to those who don’t read the comics. They had a Friday 13th/Nightmare on Elm Street crossover and that included Ash fighting alongside the survivors of Jason’s movies
Linda Bates-Emery- would have put her higher but I can’t remember if she’s done a lot of fighting.
Sheila-movie wise, a bit cliche but comic she is given a bigger role.
Amanda Fisher from season 1 of Ash vs Evil Dead. Because she deserves recognition.
Brandy Barr from Ash vs Evil Dead. Not high ranking but she wasn’t given a lot of time before the show was ended.
Ruby- yes shocking but in the series she’s given an actual development and we get “Good Ruby” for a while. Until her past self killed her present self and back to evil Ruby. Sucks but oh well.
Ashley K. Williams (yes apparently comic wise there is a genderbent Ash lol)
Eva-hero from comic
Sam (Evil Dead Regeneration)
David Allen-he felt more like the hero but guess the writers still thought differently cause he got no reprieve
Dalton and Zoe some knights from season 3. Not a lot of time to develop so yeah they’re bottom.
Mia Allen-not gonna negotiate lol
Lexx -robot/or cyborg chick
Lord Arthur and Henry the Red- they are technically heroes but they spent more time fighting each other instead of going bigger picture wise.
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LN roleswap - The Thin Lady, and The Lord
Hello again, long time no post :0
Now, before I explain, please keep in mind: THIS IS NOT A GENDERBENT VERSION!!! which means that I really swapped The Thin Man and the Lady's position, and tried my best to replicate what they could've looked, based on in-game details and theories I subscribe to.
I made this last night to make myself feel better, you see and in this, The Thin Lady, instead of the fan-suggestion of her being inspired by a 'Hannya' yokai, in here she is based on an urban legend called "Hachishakusama", meaning, 'eight feet tall'.
I just found out about this yesterday and it ties with how The Thin Man's suggested lore works. basically, Hachishakusama will lure children, stalking them first for months before ultimately killing them. I think it fits perfectly, especially with how the LN universe works.
Other than that, The Thin Lady also lures starving adults, transforming them into 'Guests' with only having mouths visible, to be fed for the Flesh. That's all I have as of the moment for The Thin Lady unless I've forgotten smth idk
The Lord works a bit more differently than the original though, as he hypnotizes people with magic, keeping them watching his performances, until slowly drained of their life essence. I haven't worked much in terms of The Lord's premise, but if you have suggestions, please.
As for design choices, I chose to give The Thin Lady a messy bun and low hanging bangs to replicate the og Lady's hairstyle, in a more modern hairstyle. I've also elongated her skirt just like The Teacher's, and gave her a wider brim of a fedora to resemble the urban legend. I imagined that despite her 'imprisonment', she still is *slightly* concerned about her looks, but never has enough time to fix her outer appearance, making her look like a total hot mess-
for The Lord himself, I figured a high-ranking styled Haori would be fit, as he would *possibly* perceive himself in a higher position than his Viewers. I tried to retain as much of the original palette as possible with this choice. The porcelain mask is also present.
There was also a time that during the sketching process that I wanted to make The Lord's hair longer, but then looking back to The Thin Man, who still has short hair underneath the brim of his hat, I figured it was unnecessary. So for him, I chose stage 3 Thin Mono as base.
This was a fun practice, and if you have suggestions as to how I can expand this idea more, feel free to drop some :D
#little nightmares#little nightmares 2#little nightmares the lady#little nightmares the thin man#roleswap au#roleswapped#I have no witty tag to end this with I'm a bit tired today#but my beloveds <3#hachishakusama#haori
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Fem Helion (Helia?)
Other High Lords: Tamlin, Tarquin, Beron, Rhysand (WIP), Thesan (WIP), and Kallias (WIP)
Everyone on the discord was talking about genderswapped high lords and so I decided to paint them all, starting with Helion because obviously she’s the hottest. 😌
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Ayo, I know ur requests are closed, but I saw your gender bent hc, and honestly the boys being the ones genderbent would be 👌👌👌
I had too much fun writing this 😏 and was kinda confused on what pronouns to use when describing them so uhh (him/her???)
bsd boys: gender bend edition
ft. dazai | chuuya | oda | aku x reader
genre: fluff, slight nsfw
warnings: slight depictions of sex
Dazai
Y’all think normal dazai is pretty? Just imagine him as a woman 🙈 FUCKIDN LORD🏃🏼♀️
Just imagine him with long messy brown hair, the same outfit but like hotter.
If he were to become a woman out of nowhere, the first thing he’d do is flash himself in the mirror to inspect his boobs🕺
“Wow...these look so majestic, I feel so lucky😧 is this what you do every time you’re in front of a mirror, belladonna?”
“...not every time...ಥ‿ಥ”
Would definitely boost his ego 100x more because now he can seduce men too😏
But dazai, why was seducing men your first thought 😄
Imagine giving dazai head oh fuck
“Y-y/n...” Dazai’s soft moans whimper from under you. You chuckle onto the soft skin between his legs. His hands grip the sheets and he tilt his head back in pleasure.
“Make some more noise for me, pretty girl.”
Anyways😏🤚
Getting his first fucking period. He has no idea what to do haha! Blood is everywhere, his stomach hurts, he feels as though he really wants to kill himself right this moment.
“I hate being a woman ಠ_ಠ”
“Babe, you should get used to this.”
You help him clean up and get him some light snacks along with a heating pad. Both of you snuggle up on the couch. Your arms wrapped around Dazai’s small figure🥺
“Y/n, can you sleep on my boobs?”
“...why ᇂ_ᇂ?”
“I wanna see what it feels like ◕ ◡ ◕”
“...okay ʘ‿ʘ?”
You softly lower your head onto his chest, careful not to hurt him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you bury your face in his shirt.
A giggle escapes Dazai’s lips. “Wait, that tickles!”
“Squish...squish...” you mumble, softly squeezing his boobs like a plushie.
“Okay, how do they feel ^ｰ^?”
“...very nice. They feel very nice ಠ◡ಠ”
He wears some of your clothes on the daily, but now he’ll wear almost half your wardrobe.
He feels really pretty in all those dresses you have oh my🙂
Chuuya
He’s already so hot and pretty, just imagine him as a girl. HOLY FUCK🏃🏼♀️
Curly red hair, that signature fedora, and even that choker around his neck. BUT ADD BLACK EYELINER OSHHS
He would definitely feel a little weird in his new body. Wouldn’t exactly like it at first and will definitely be complaining.
Give it a few days and let him look in the mirror and see how hot he looks as a woman😏
“Y/n...you’re still...attracted to me, right?”
“...babe, you have no idea ●‿●”
His attitude is the same so now people are even more scared of him. At first glance someone would think he’s just a cute little sweet girl but then BOOM he kicks them 20 feet into the air (only if they piss him off)
He now has the double struggle of being short and being a girl 👩🦯
FASHION SHOWS !!
This mf loves styling himself and looking really damn good, so once he finds out there’s a whole new world of outfits he can try on as a woman...just know you’ll be shopping for a while.
He’s a fucking mafiosa, always dressed in sleek black outfits with a hat that lets his red curls peek out. The black lace veil hiding his blue eyes just pulls the whole outfit together so well
He sometimes lets you do his makeup cuz he thinks he looks prettier with. The both of you will paint each other’s nails (he is somehow is very good at it. Anything you wanna tell us, Chuuya🧐?)
You thought you liked chuuya dominant as a male? Honey, you ain’t ready for him as a woman🏃🏼♀️
“Am I making you feel good, baby?” Chuuya looks up from the space between your legs. A few strands of his red hair fall onto your skin as he moves them away. You shiver, feeling his smooth fingertips dangerously graze against your core.
You can only nod, feeling his soft lips leave a trail of kisses on your inner thigh. The faint print of red lipstick followed the trail.
RED LIPSTICK ON YOUR INNER THIGH HOLY FUCKSJ🏃🏼♀️💨
Oda
I’M GONNA CRY he would be (already is) SO HOT
At first he wouldn’t have much of a reaction like, okay? I’m a woman now.
Little does he know there’s more to it than that😆
He’d go about his day like normal, sometimes even forgetting that he’s a woman now. But his hair keeps getting in his face?? Men keep staring at him?? Some kid thought he was his grandma??
It was sweet at first, but it was so overwhelming and uncomfortable.
He comes home, in slight frustration. Exhaling as he closes the door and begins to take off his coat, something harshly tugs at his hair.
His hair was stuck on the mf zipper ಠ_ಠ
You try to hold in your laughter at his misfortune. “Here, let me help.”
While you’re untangling his hair, his face remains still and stoic. “When will this be over ᇂ_ᇂ?”
He is actually very suddenly interested in skincare. Why? Not sure.
He sometimes sees you putting on all these serums and face masks but never felt the need to ask you about it. Plus, you sometimes helped him shave-that was the closest thing to skin care this man has ever gotten to.
But now he has a face of a woman, so his skin feels a lot smoother and softer. He thinks to himself, should I be taking care of it?? What were all those things y/n was putting on her face🧐?
WAIT THATS SO CUTE OSKJS🏃🏼♀️💨
So you help tie his hair into a pony tail and the both of you put on face masks😆
He somehow really enjoys doing all these self care tasks that he’s never thought about in his life🤔
Imagine the both of you sitting in a bathtub, rose petals covering the water. Your heads are wrapped up in towels as you sip on wine. Cucumbers are placed on Oda’s eyes.
He could get used to this😏
Sexy time🙈
He’s a very quiet dom on the usual, but suddenly he’s very vocal when he gets his pussy ate‼️
He’ll love it when you top. Now he kinda knows how you feel when he’s pounding into you 😏
If oda actually had kids as a woman, he would a A HOT MILF😳
Akutagawa
He’d be like what the fuck is happening ಠ_ಠ?
Wouldn’t give much of a reaction on the outside (pretending to play it cool) but on the inside he’s having 20 mental breakdowns at the same time.
Please help him😁
He’ll definitely dismiss you saying “I can handle it myself ಠ_ಠ”
“Ryu, your hair is in knots and you’re limping on your heels ◔_◔”
“...ಠ~ಠ”
Taking a bath is now even more difficult for him. He feels embarrassed even looking at himself. His chest has these two lumps and his hips suddenly have curves and his skin feels smoother and softer.
His boobs catch his eye in every outfit he wears. No one else really notices or cares except him. Finally one day, he’s had enough. He stomps to you with a determined face, pointing at his chest.
“I want these off. Now ᇂ_ᇂ”
“...I don’t think it works like that...◕ ◡ ◕?”
Eventually he’ll have to adapt. He’s still the same person but just imagine aku as a hot emo goth girl 🕺
Will be 10x scarier than before now that he’s discovered black eyeliner and actually likes growing his nails out (reminds him of claws to rip off people eyeballs)
It’s a love/hate relationship tbh LMAO sometimes he loves how powerful he feels in high heels. Other times, he hates how others look down on him just because they underestimate how powerful he is (even as a woman)
Can I just add, Atsushi almost did a double take and called aku “the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen” before he found out it was aku ಥ‿ಥ
Aku noticed, Atsushi noticed that he noticed, and they both just decided to keep silent and move on as if it never happened 🤝
#bungou stray dogs#bsd imagines#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#bsd chuuya#bsd headcanons#chuuya nakahara#bsd dazai#dazai x y/n#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai headcanons#dazai x you#dazai osamu#dazai imagines#chuuya x reader#chuuya imagines#chuuya headcanons#akutagawa headcannons#akutagawa ryuunosuke#akutagawa x reader#bsd ryunosuke#oda headcanons#odasaku x y/n#odasaku sakunosuke#odasaku x reader
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Book Recommendations? Book Recommendations!
This is the list of books I've read during the pandemic, and let me tell you, I am doing all sorts of decision paralysis on what I should read next. If any of y'all vibe with these, do you have anything you'd recommend? Other than the obvious sequels. Ideally nothing too YA-ish, right now.
In reverse chronological order: Skyward, Ancillary Justice, A Desolation Called Peace, A Memory Called Empire, Spinning Silver, Empress of Forever, Red Mars, The Priory Of The Orange Tree, This Is How You Lose The Time War, Harrow the Ninth, Gideon the Ninth, Rhythm of War, Dawnshard, The Ruin of Angels, and Four Roads Cross. I've put a little review of each of them under the cut!
Skyward, by Brandon Sanderson, 2018. Your usual story about an outcast, misunderstood teenage girl finding an injured dragon and nursing it back to health, except instead of a dragon it's a starfighter spaceship. Really solid YA scifi with Sanderson's trademark meticulous worldbuilding. An enjoyable read, though much lighter than his usual epic fantasy.
Ancillary Justice, by Ann Leckie, 2013. Honestly, I didn't enjoy this one. It was pitched as a queer science fiction space opera, but the "queer" bit was gimmicky and falls apart if you think about it, I didn't find the characters interesting, and the plot didn't even try to hide that it was just a list of checkboxes. Felt like a YA novel that refused to admit it. This is the only book on this list that I personally wouldn't recommend. But all my friends seemed to enjoy it, so I might be the odd one out here.
A Memory Called Empire and A Desolation Called Peace, by Arkadiy Martine, 2019 and 2021. The first two books in what will presumably be a trilogy, and the best stories I've read in a long time. Twisty political thrillers wrapped up in gorgeous science fiction, and by FAR my favorite books on this list. Vibrant characters with nuanced relationships, scifi worldbuilding that is frankly breathtaking, a captivating story, and an all-around delight to read. Language, identity, colonialism/imperialism, and cultural assimilation are tackled through the lens of scifi. In my opinion, this is what science fiction should be. Also there are lesbians. Above every other book here I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THESE ONES. Martine seriously earned her Hugo Award.
Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik, 2018. Folklore-fantasy about three young women — the daughter of a jewish moneylender, a poor peasant girl from an abusive home, and the daughter of a nobleman who wants to marry her to the Tsar — caught up in a conflict between the Faerie realms, the human world, and something much more sinister than either. Highly recommend, especially if you're jewish.
Empress of Forever, by Max Gladstone, 2019. A fantastical science fiction breakneck-pace adventure romp that puts its foot on the gas in Chapter 2 and doesn't let up. It's also quite explicitly a genderbent retelling of the classic Chinese epic Journey to the West, with more lesbians this time. This book has all kinds of energy, extremely fun characters with more depth than you'd expect, and some bonkers high-concept SF. Highly recommend if you like swashbuckling found-family adventure stories, and wlw romance.
Red Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson, 1992. Every book, movie, and TV show about colonizing Mars since Red Mars was written owes pretty much everything to this book. It can be a bit dense if you're not up for lengthy (but gorgeous!) descriptions of Martian landscapes, and there are one or two bits where you just have to keep in mind that it was the 90's and this was quite progressive for its day. That being said, I am a sucker for a two-page description of a martian sunset. If crunchy hard-science fiction thrillers (emphasis on the "science") are your thing, I recommend this one. I'll read the sequels (Blue Mars and Green Mars) at some point.
The Priory of the Orange Tree, by Samantha Shannon, 2019. The prose and plot read like classic high fantasy, but with a modern eye towards character-driven storytelling. It's not often that you get something that feels so classic and so modern at the same time. Scratches that Lord of the Rings itch, with Queens and dragons and glorious heroes, but queer romance and a heavy focus on character development makes this a modern fantasy classic. Highly recommend if you like doorstopper-length high fantasy, and lesbians.
This Is How You Lose The Time War, by Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar, 2019. A novella, you can read it in a couple of days — or a single marathon sitting, if you get into it. Gladstone (same author as Empress of Forever) and El-Mohtar take turns writing letters back and forth from time-traveling spies of rival timelines: Red works for the post-singularity mechanical Agency, and Blue fights for the Garden, a post-solarpunk biofuture. Their letters start out as taunts, and gradually change in tone as each develops a grudging respect for her rival. That rivalry blossoms — or compiles — into something deeper. It's emotional and raw, and it cartwheels merrily down the tightrope of fantasy, science fiction, and poetry. Highly recommend, though the flowery prose and gleeful disregard for explaining itself to the audience might be off-putting for some.
Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, 2019 and 2020. I'll let the pull quote from on the cover of Gideon from Charles Stross' review describe these: "Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space! Decadent nobles vie to serve the deathless emperor! Skeletons!" This one is horrifying, and it's funny, but I wouldn't call it comedy-horror. It kind of defies genre, outside the very broadest scope of "science fantasy." Read it if you like lots of gore, graphic violence, madcap humor, and extremely unhealthy, codependent, dysfunctional relationships that are always on the verge of self-destructing into multiple-homicide. Highly recommend.
Rhythm of War and Dawnshard, by Brandon Sanderson, 2020. Rhythm of War is book 4 of the Stormlight Archives, one of several epic fantasy series by Brandon Sanderson. Dawnshard is a novella set between books 3 and 4. This is the same author as Skyward, but intended for a more mature audience. Stormlight is definitely my favorite epic fantasy series, and I've read a lot of epic fantasy. These books have some extremely interesting takes on racism, mental illness, trauma, disability, identity, family, and regret, far more so than pretty much any other high fantasy I've read. The first book is The Way of Kings, and if you like bigass doorstopper multi-book fantasy series, The Stormlight Archives should be at the top of your list.
Four Roads Cross and The Ruin of Angels, by Max Gladstone, 2016 and 2017. While Empress of Forever and Time War were standalone novels, these are books 5 and 6 in Gladstone's Craft Sequence, and they are absolutely brilliant. This is a world where about sixty years ago, humankind went to war with the Gods, and the Gods lost. "Magic" in this world is more or less synonymous with "legal contracts," where you can literally sell your soul to your student loan company and resurrecting a dead god is basically bankruptcy restructuring. "Necromancer" is roughly synonymous with "lawyer." The first five books can be read more-or-less out of order, but I recommend you start with Three Parts Dead. Gladstone is probably my favorite author these days. Everything he writes feel like it could be a poem. Also, once again, lesbians.
I am really not sure why about 2/3 of these books are about lesbians. Like seriously, I went into almost all of these books completely cold. The only ones where I knew ahead of time to expect lesbians were the Locked Tomb books, and The Priory of the Orange Tree. I don't know if this is just because a lot of modern scifi and fantasy has lesbians, or if all my friends who recommend me books are queer, or if it's just a coincidence, but hey, I'm not complaining.
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Febuwhump Day 13: Won't regain consciousness (unfinished, to be completed tomorrow!)
Fandom: Psych
So I'm still running a bit behind with Febuwhump, but I'm making it my goal to post whatever I do have written every day. The full story for Day 13 (possibly made up of multiple chapters, or maybe just a lengthy one-shot, unsure at this point) is going to fulfill a request for @justanotherdutch-asiangirl here on Tumblr. Also, if you recognize the name of the drug lord, I basically genderbent and borrowed it from The Magnus Archives. And the SEAL who saves Shawn is loosely based on Thomas Magnum from the Magnum P.I. reboot, just because that show's my newest hyperfixation lol. :) Anyway, like yesterday, if there are any errors, I'll fix them tomorrow when I post the whole story. And yes, Shawn *is* in a coma, even if the story doesn't say it yet, so it still counts for this prompt! Hopefully I'll find the time to get fully caught up on Febuwhump soon and won't fall farther behind! Life is a lot right now, so we'll see! Either way, I plan to post the full fic (or chapter 1, at least) on AO3 and share it here tomorrow, so stay tuned if you're interested!
Juliet
On a normal day, the drive from San Francisco to Santa Barbara took exactly four hours and fifty-five minutes. Today, it took Juliet O’Hara just under three and a half.
She’d been in court when Lassiter had called, waiting to testify in a trial for a murder case that she’d spent weeks cracking. When she’d checked the screen and seen her former partner’s ID, she’d slid the vibrating phone back into her purse. He had to be calling about dinner plans later that evening.
Juliet had actually convinced him to go on a double date with her and Shawn, a task that had been months in the making. She’d had to swear on the lives of her grandmother and both of her cats that Shawn would behave himself to get him to agree.
Five minutes later, her phone went off again. Rolling her eyes, Juliet undid the snap on her bag and peeked inside. Still Lassiter. What in the world was so important that he was trying to call her when he knew she was about to testify? Part of her worried that he was trying to back out of dinner, so she closed her purse and refocused on the trial. Like she would let him go back on his word now. If they just spend a little more time together outside of work, Juliet thought, maybe they can finally get over their pride and admit they’re friends. It was a long shot, but these were the two most important men in her life, and she was tired of being stuck in the middle all the time.
Not even a minute after, he called again. The old man sitting next to her shot her a disapproving look as she dug into her purse, ignored the call, and then tapped out a quick text: WHAT? I’m in court.
Almost instantly, her phone buzzed again. Emergency. Call me now.
Gut twisting over on itself, heart hammering against her ribcage, she managed to type. About to testify. Can it wait?
It took less than thirty seconds for him to respond, but it felt like thirty minutes. She could barely unlock her screen when she got the notification, her fingers trembling and palms sweaty. She could feel her fight or flight instincts swelling inside of her, the inescapable need to do something, to get up, to leave, to call Lassiter then and there. But she maintained her composure, outwardly at least, and waited for the return text with all the patience of a high schooler at 2:45 on the day before summer break.
When she saw Lassiter’s response, her blood turned to ice in her veins. She was on her feet before she’d registered she was moving, and when the judge demanded an explanation, she stammered something about a family emergency and nearly tripped over her own feet racing to the exit.
No. It’s Shawn.
No other information, but Juliet knew that whatever had happened, it was bad. The only time Lassiter had ever called Shawn by his first name had been when he was in trouble. The Garth Longmore nightmare came immediately to mind.
She’d dialed before she’d even left the courthouse, and Lassiter picked up on the first ring. She rushed outside, away from prying ears, and demanded, sans greeting, “Is he okay?”
The short but heavy hesitation brought tears to her eyes. She already knew the answer. No way would Lassiter interrupt such an important trial just to change dinner plans or tattle on Shawn for some stupid prank.
Finally, Lassiter had answered, voice thick with an emotion Juliet couldn’t quite place, “He’s alive.” The way he said it didn’t inspire much hope or confidence. The tears crested, spilling down her cheeks in silent streams.
“What happened?”
Another pause, this one shorter but just as weighted. “It’s a long story. I don’t even know all of it myself. I’ll tell you what I can in a minute, but you probably need to square things with your trial first and head this way.”
If someone had taken a carving knife and hollowed out Juliet’s chest, it would have hurt less than Lassiter’s words. She choked on a sob, chest so tight it made her head spin. Get it together, she ordered herself, recognizing all too well the beginnings of a panic attack. She could break down later. Right now, she had to get to Santa Barbara. She had to get to Shawn.
So she had called Karen, who had already spoken to Lassiter, though she claimed to know nothing more than Juliet did at this point. Juliet couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth, but she hadn’t pressed, especially when the chief told her to go, that she would take care of everything else and be on her own way to Santa Barbara as soon as she could. Juliet had tried to book a flight, but there were none that left soon enough, so she’d decided to drive.
For the first half hour of the trip, she’d talked to Lassiter, who had filled her in, more gently than Juliet had ever thought possible. From what he said, Shawn and Gus had been working on a private case. Shawn had come to the station poking around for information a couple of times, but they had been promptly shooed off. The man they were asking about had ties to vicious drug lord Nicholas Orsinov, and they had been told in no uncertain terms that if they kept pushing this dangerous matter, they wouldn’t see another SBPD case for the next two years.
As usual, Shawn hadn’t listened, not to Lassiter, not to Gus, not to his dad, all who told him to back off and refused to help. About two hours ago, the SBPD had gotten a call about a John Doe that had been spotted in the waves about a hundred feet from shore. By pure luck, the guy who found him was an ex-Navy SEAL and had managed to get the man to shore. The John Doe, of course, had been Shawn.
“The guy who found him’s a real hero,” Lassiter said seriously. “Realized Shawn still had a pulse, got him to shore using his surfboard as a stretcher, then called 911 and performed CPR until the ambulance arrived. Even came to the hospital to check up on him later.”
“But what the hell happened?” Juliet demanded, her whole body numb except for the swelling nausea in her gut.
“Best we can tell, Shawn decided to keep poking into Orsinov on his own, even after we told him to leave it alone, to find some other way to solve his case. Either Orsinov himself or some of his goons must have caught him, and decided to tie up any loose ends.” A pause. “I’d bet just about anything that it wasn’t Orsinov himself. He’s too smart to have left anything to chance. So that’s something to be grateful for, O’Hara. It could have been a bullet between the eyes, and there’s no coming back from that.”
As usual, Lassiter’s pep talks sucked. Even in her state of shock, with the swirling tide of grief and fury and terror pounding madly against her defenses, widening the cracks in her armor and threatening to tear her down from the inside, Juliet had enough awareness to realize that Lassiter wasn’t telling her everything.
“Look, O’Hara,” he said, discomfort clear in his voice. For a moment, Juliet felt sorry for him; this kind of emotional conversation was way outside of his wheelhouse. But they had been partners – were still partners, even if Lassiter was now chief and Juliet lived five hours away – and he had been the one to ID Shawn at the hospital, and she knew that he would never have delegated this phone call to anyone else, that Juliet needed to hear this from him. “You’re on the road, and you’re already upset enough. I really think it would be best–”
“I really think it would be best if you told me the truth,” Juliet snarled. She took a deep breath. It felt like her heart had been replaced by a lead weight. “I’m sorry, Carlton. But please, I need to know.”
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BLCD Review: Ore wa Tayorikata ga Wakarimasen
Title: Ore wa Tayorikata ga Wakarimasen
Release Date: 2020/09/19
Author/Artist: Koshino
Cast:
Masuda Toshiki x HAH! IT’S R18! Enoki Junya
Hatano Wataru + Suzuki Tatsushisa
Kawanishi Kengo
Synopsis: Makino, who was an excellent leader-type person developed ED after failing to find a job and losing his virginity! When he finally lands a job out in the boonies, he was met with a chain of misfortune on his way. Thankfully, he was saved and later helped by a man named Kiyomiya. However, Kiyomiya, who Makino later finds out was gay, pushes him down! Will happiness ever come Makino’s way?
Review Proper
Before anything else, I’m going to start off this review with a little backstory of how I became trash or this persona that I am now. As we all probably did, I switched from genderbent shoujo to BL because I finally realized that the equality and lack of sissy spineless female leads I was looking for was in BL (this proved to not be a general truth later on). However, it wasn’t until I discovered BLCDs and BL games that I evolved into the first version of the trash can that I am now. Special mention to Aarin, YO, Hongfire, Otome Dream, Airavalky, Doramabaka, VN Sharing, BL - Каталог игр, boyslove-cd, snowmiyu, 4shiki (if you know 4shiki and felt that we have similarities, now you know why), and chem-is-amani for paving the way. 🤧 Also, I’m so fucking old.
During that era, there weren’t a lot of BL games with considerable plot because porn always sold better; and when it wasn’t porn, it was...meat eating dark Nitro Chiral. *war flashbacks* When Lucky Dog 1 came into the scene, it just changed my and dare I say, the whole BL game world forever. I would be lying if I said that it didn’t have it’s faults, but this game was so fucking insane (in a good way) and fun for something so dark! I loved every single character in here, but nothing would ever top the love that I had over my one lord and savior Gian Carlo Bourbon Del Monte and Tattsun.
If I weren’t so invested in that man, this blog wouldn’t even exist. Heck, I don’t think that I would even like BL that much if it wasn’t for Tattsun and Gian. Gian was so different a character because he wasn’t a spineless crybaby unlike the other protagonists of his time. Dare I say, he was the first good vers character I’ve ever seen in my then *insert number below 18* years of life. 😂 Naturally, as I grew obsessed with Tattsun, I saw to it that I would have all the BLCDs he starred and was going to star in. I had everything on snowmiyu’s list of Tattsun BLCDs except for one thing; Bukatsu no Kouhai ni Semerareteimasu—the prequel of this series.
You don’t understand. I spent almost a year in looking for it. It wasn’t in Aarin, YO, VN Sharing, nor Airavalky. I even enlisted the help of my Taiwanese high school bestfriend to get me into Otome Dream and it still wasn’t there! Thankfully for me, by some stroke of luck, I found it on some sketchy Russian site and I finally had the complete Tattsun package! Best believe I cried that day.
Anyway, back to the real review, when I found out that this was getting an adaptation, I actually didn’t for one second doubt that Wacchan and Tattsun were coming back for their roles. I was that CONFIDENT, folks. Part of me thinks that this is because Wacchan and Tattsun loves me enough to come back seeing the amount of effort I put in into finding BukatsuSeme. 😤 However, I knew next to nothing about the sequel and considering that this was made in the 1800s, I might not like the plot.
BOY WAS I WRONG
True, there still was some assault here when Kiyomiya was teasing Makino, but bruv, the comedy was so good here I was shitting bricks laughing over everything! I mean, what the hell was this?! I never expected this at all! I haven’t laughed that hard over a BLCD in a long ass time. Kiyomiya and Makino were just so dumb and y’all know how I feel about idiot sons. 😭😭😭 For a work that was born during an era where people was still mostly invested in porn, the plot on this one got me more laughing during the examinations if anything. Fuku was also a very welcome presence and as were Moriya and Yoshitake. Istg everyone was a comedian! God, I really am hoping that they continue adapting this because it be lit. 😭😭😭
The voice acting here was phenomenal! Gotta hand it to Cue Egg Label for always having great casting choices. Massu in particular was just perfect for Kiyomiya’s role. He was using his Kirishima tone here and since Kirishima and Kiyomiya have the same type of personality, it worked wonders. It was also strange that I didn’t hear the slightest of Ao-senpai in his voice even though I just listened to Cupid ni Rakurai 2. What a goddamn professional.👏👏👏 Junya, on the other hand, used a tone lower than his natural voice here (but still a tad higher than his Tatsumi’s, I think). Sometimes, I catch myself thinking that this was Shirai Yuusuke (similar in pitch) because when I think of Junya, I always hear Kai in my mind, but Kai wasn’t at all here like how Ao-senpai wasn’t in Kiyomiya’s. Damn, Massu and Junya really brought their game on. I mean, I expect no less. They were in the presence of kings and queens after all.
Though I did feel sad that we weren’t getting any Wacchan x Tattsun action here because Moriya and Yoshitake didn’t have a huge part in the story, I’m still happy because my boys men came back. 😭😭😭 Again, I’ve drilled their performance in BukatsuSeme into my brain because of all the effort I put into finding it that I know that they’ve pulled 2020 Moriya and Yoshitake off perfectly. I mean, they’re Gen 2′s. What did I even expect? I hope they still come back for the sequels if there be.
The comedy reminds me of Chishanomi’s Shinkon-san and I would really like to recommend both reading and listening to this. It is, however, hard to follow because they’ve added a lot of dialogue in and have changed the order of things, so it’s safe to say that it’s not beginner friendly. If you’re planning on still proceeding, I’d read the manga before listening to this so I’d have a background on what’s happening. It’s a shame that no one’s scanlated this, but the cleans on Koshino works are always hell. 💀 Anyway, you must all excuse me now. I gotta umm listen to Bukatsu and Doujin ni again. Ciao!
#blcd reviews#blcd 2020 reviews#ore wa tayorikata ga wakarimasen#koshino#cue egg label#masuda toshiki#enoki junya#hatano wataru#suzuki tatsuhisa#kawanishi kengo
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I challenge you to do inventory on all your LoTF AU's.
Like, just the au titles in a list. I wanna see how many you got.
😨😨 UMMMMM
foxhole court au
canon au
post-canon au
canon divergent au (canon never happened and i’m delulu)
angel and devil au
superstar au
elemental/superhuman au <- this au has a tag. it’s macksstories :)
greek god au
immortal au
ever after high au
monster high au
virtual reality au
ralph has cystic fibrosis and he’s dying au
genderbent au
SHARK BOY AND LAVA GIRL AU LEAVE ME ALONE
dating game au (but everyone dies it’s okay it’s like omori)
clue au
actor au
hogwarts/magic au (mostly based on w101
pirate au
DAD AU???? um lord of the dads
flowerbeds and fishing lines au (sam is a forest wizard and maurice is a fisherman’s son and they fall in love basically)
librarian x supermodel au (it’s basically a hallmark movie)
tattoo artist x flowershop owner au (rogermon based WHOMP)
barista au
FURRY AU? idk i turned them into dogs and cats
royalty au
i have more i know i do but this is all i can think of at the moment so YUP……
#lotf#lord of the flies#lotf au#lord of the flies au#WHOMP WHOKP#mail!!#that-fruity-emo#hi todd!#i actually own the rights to all these aus so nobody can use them without my pERMISSION /j /lh
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