and this became my headcanon

HpNG Moodboard [13/16] || { Hugo Weasley } + Gryffindor!Caretaker

The boy was mad! -Didn’t like magic? -Preferred muggle studies instead? How absurd! Down right bonkers it was. And the lad insisted he wanted to work with magical creatures…

It was true, Hugo didn’t much prefer magic, much to the distress of countless family members. Mostly his younger cousins. The older relatives were simply perplexed by his distaste (as they put it– In reality Hugo simply didn’t care one way or the other) for magic when he wanted to work with fantastic beasts, particularly those found in Mr. Scamander’s book.

Hugo was the patient sort, though he never revealed to them all of his reasons, he would endeavour to explain his position each and every time he was asked. He wanted to understand the creatures he was to study, scientifically, and magic he felt, had a way of hindering that process. The way muggles took to understanding their creatures was much more, unintrusive, in his opinion. 

What he never told anyone, and barely even admitted to himself, was that magic was harder for him. Not just in his studies, but in any manner of speaking. He wasn’t a squib, and he passed his classes well enough, but it was with an effort. Like a tap that couldn’t quite turn on all the way. Luckily, you didn’t need to have magic to be brave.

stilishstilinskis  asked:

You wouldn't have any headcanons about Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez, would you?

Thanks for sending an ask!!! I’m always happy to take requests, so I wrote some headcanons for you!! :) I hope you like them!

  • Clarisse is very overprotective of Chris
  • And by that I mean that if anyone mentions the fact that Chris was on Kronos’s side in a way that blames him, or brings it up against him, she will not be happy 
  • Chris feels constantly guilty for the fact he went over to Luke’s side initially, and he’s told Clarisse that 
  • Everyone’s quite surprised by their relationship? Like constantly?
  • When they first start going out everyone makes bets on how long they’re going to last
  • Everyone loses, because no one thought they’d be going so strong after all this time 
  • They go to Phoenix together for university, and Clarisse hides it, but she’s super, super excited
  • She finally gets the chance to be normal and be with her boyfriend and it’s everything she wasn’t sure she’d get
  • Needless to say, Chris balances her in any social situation 
  • He makes sure she’s not too aggressive, but she also makes sure he doesn’t remain too shy, because a lot of the time Chris isn’t great at introducing himself to new people
  • One of the things that surprises people the most is how unfazed Chris is whenever Clarisse gets angry or basically starts acting like a typical Ares kid, loud and brash
  • Chris doesn’t even react, but he’s also a match for Clarisse (that’s one of the reasons they work so well together) 
  • Clarisse doesn’t like to share her insecurities, so she doesn’t tell anyone she hates the big house, hates going there now
  • It all stems from that time when Chris was insane, and she had to look after him in there… going to that room brings it all back
  • Chris never says anything, but he notices, and he’ll try and make sure they avoid the big house as much as possible 
  • Every year, in the summer, comes the anniversary of Silena’s death. Clarisse always gets super moody and temperamental at these times, trying to deal with her emotions, and it’s only Chris who can calm her down
  • They have a spot in the woods where they kissed for the first time, some time after Dionysus cured Chris of his madness
  • It becomes their favourite spot, and the best thing about it is that no one knows about it (or at least, that’s what they think. Don’t tell them that one time Percy Jackson saw them holding hands there.)
  • Chris wants to become a better fighter, and Clarisse agrees to teach him
  • Chris actually becomes pretty good 
  • Every so often when they’re placed on opposite teams for capture the flag, things become intense
  • They both want to win, and so they’ll try their hardest, just because, why not? 
  • Clarisse usually comes out on top due to the fact that she’s got the might of the Ares cabin behind her
  • But one time Chris spends ages planning the ultimate strategy (he had Annabeth’s help, but don’t tell anyone), and trains for weeks 
  • Sure enough, he wins, and he personally disarms her 
  • He winks at her 
  • “Don’t take it too personally,” he says. “I learnt from the best” 
  • That’s the moment Clarisse realises how much she loves this idiot 

Feel free to send a request for a fic/headcanons!! :D

People feel terrible because Teddy’s an orphan, just like Harry. But let me explain my headcanons:

Teddy exists so Narcissa and Andromeda can have an excuse to be family again.

Teddy is the reason Harry feels like he has a purpose after everything.

Teddy is born so Draco can learn to love in the purest sense of the word.

Teddy makes Harry and Draco become friends - and maybe more.

Teddy exists so Hermione and Ron don’t grow apart from Harry, because they spend a lot of time helping him (he is terrible with babies at first).

Teddy is there so Hogwarts can keep moving forward; he stops fights and makes all the houses work together; he’s a Hufflepuff, a Black, a Marauder kid; he’s friends with Slytherins; he’s part of the change.

Teddy exists so his hair can be a thousand colours like his mum’s; his smile can be kind and secretive like his dad’s; his mind can be as astute as a Marauder’s; his magic as great as Harry’s; his interest in muggle books as lovely as Hermione’s; his heart as big as Ron’s. They make him as pure and beautiful as they all were, but without war and hate, he grows up to be better than all of them.

Teddy is born so an orphan can have a life full of love and forgiveness; he’s what Harry was to the Marauders, but with a very different ending.


If Carla was your boyfriend - pt.1(?)

↳ requested by anonymous  ❀


you know a thing I’ve had in my head for a while is like, I noticed that out of the Destiny Island Trio and the Wayfinder Trio, Terra and Riku were alike in the sense that they had issues with their darkness, which isn’t anything new. But alongside that, I also noticed that they were the oldest within their trio and that got me thinking like…

Kairi’s Grandmother’s story mentions that light survived in the hearts of children (which we now know are the keykids who survived the KEyblade War), so what if like…children are more likely to have an abundance of light within their hearts? Like, the darkness is still there, but the light is just more prominent at that stage in life.

Now as they get older, that darkness starts to make itself known, so there’s an adjustment within the heart to keep a balance (it’s alllll normal, nothing wrong with that). It’s just…not everyone has an easy time through this stage of life and that balance kinda differs from person to person (it’s like puberty, shit happens and you’re either fine or ready to throw yourself down a flight of stairs). Pair that up with negative attitudes with darkness and you’ve got yourselves a situation like Terra’s or Riku’s (or if you wanna go about it a different way, you have Master Xehanort and Eraqus and Xehanort is kinda the oldest out of the two of them).

So with that in mind, apply that to the keykids, who are likely to come in various ages (still within the range to be considered children by adults). No two keykids are the same, so when that process starts to happen, you can only imagine the sorts of issues that will pop up and of course, you’ll likely have some keykids who are especially vulnerable…

And vulnerable keykids make for easy targets, which can result in the creation of Darklings. So basically Darklings are keykids (older keykids especially) who were having issues with their darkness and had little to no guidance on how to deal with it, resulting in their untimely demises.


somethingscarlet13  asked:

During their wedding prep Lefou & Stanley feel so alone because they're getting dressed up in two different rooms and they're so used to being crammed inside their one tiny bathroom to prep for this kind of stuff that it feels almost wrong to be doing it alone and they don't like it

Of course Belle is well aware of this so she has Mrs. Potts (who was initially in charge of making them look nice) relay all their soppy messages to each other while she bounces between their rooms. Getting ready alone was all worth it in end because when they finally get to see each other at the ceremony literally no one is safe from the tears. Lefou and Stanley are both trying to save face so they (somehow) manages to keep the tears to mere sniffles whilst Adam and Lumiere are both sobbing. Like clutching at each other full on crocodile tears. (and of course both of them are trying to take credit for the amazing ceremony) Everyone else manages to rein in the tears somewhat though

imagine how much better the Thor movies would’ve been if Frigga were actually written in a realistic way rather than a ‘women don’t talk when the menfolk are talking’ way

I mean she’s a powerful magic user and more importantly she’s a MOM. Thor and Loki wouldn’t have gotten away with SHIT. The entire goddamn plot never would’ve happened, no wonder they dumbed her down.



"In Tartarus?” (aka when Sally finds out)

I saw an old post about how Sally doesn’t know about Percy being in Tartarus, and then I remembered we never find out when and how Sally was told her son was in Tartarus with Annabeth. So of course I wrote these headcanons straight away. 

  • It’s nearly midnight when the phone rings in the apartment
  • Sally has only just managed to fall asleep, but she gets up immediately, because the last time she missed a phone call at this time she missed the chance to talk to her son
  • She answers the phone without waking Paul
  • “Hello?”
  • “Hi, Sally, it’s Rachel”
  • “Rachel, what’s wrong?” Sally asks, her heart in her mouth, because she can recognise the pain in Rachel’s voice
  • “It’s… It’s Percy and Annabeth”
  • Rachel explains the situation, how they got a message on a napkin from Annabeth in the fire, explaining where they are
  • Rachel goes on to try and convince Sally it will be okay, because they’re alive and she’s certain they’ll get out
  • Sally drops the phone
  • She immediately calls for Paul, and she think’s she might faint
  • Paul rushes out of the bedroom, still groggy
  • “Sally, what–”
  • “Paul, get the car keys, we need to leave now”
  • Paul doesn’t ask any more questions because he sees Sally’s face and he can figure out something bad has happened
  • When they’re in the car driving at top speed to Long Island in their pyjamas, Sally finally tells Paul
  • She feels about a million times worse after saying it out loud because suddenly it feels all the more real
  • Paul’s face whitens when he understands
  • “Percy…and Annabeth…in Tartarus?”
  • Sally almost cries there and then but she holds it together, she closes her eyes and focuses on what she’s going to do next
  • Soon enough they’re at Camp Half-Blood, despite the fact it’s dangerous because the Romans are marching there from Camp Jupiter
  • Sally marches to the Big House and wakes up Chiron and demands to know what he is doing about the situation
  • “Sally…” Chiron says gently. “What do you expect me to do?”
  • “Anything!” Sally practically yells. “He’s in there, him and Annabeth, all by themselves, facing all those monsters! You must be able to do something, anything!”
  • Chiron has never felt this sort of pain in all his immortal life
  • “There’s nothing I can do, Sally. Nothing anyone except Percy and Annabeth can do”
  • That’s when Sally cries
  • For all these years she’s held it together but it’s impossible tonight
  • Chiron tries to convince her that it will be okay, that if anyone can make it, it’s Percy and Annabeth
  • But Sally can’t be consoled
  • She’s a wreck for the next two days
  • Paul isn’t much better
  • It comes to the point where Sally won’t eat, and she ends up vomiting a couple of times
  • At that point Paul decides to take her to the hospital because he think’s she might be ill, he’s worried about her
  • Sally’s too worried about others to worry about herself
  • When the doctor examines Sally, it turns out she’s not ill
  • When they find out, it’s the first time they smile in days, but it’s short lived because hearing another child is on the way reminds them of the other child that might never return
  • But as they go home, Sally feels better than she has in days
  • When they go home, Paul notices Sally’s smiling
  • It’s a weak, watery, faint smile, after days of anguish, but it’s there
  • When Paul asks her, she explains
  • “We’ve got a baby coming,” she says softly. “Our family is expanding. And you know what that reminded me of?”
  • “What?”
  • “That Percy always, always comes back to his family”
  • And the sheer faith Sally has in her son, and the strength that takes, makes Paul smile too
  • They make it through the next few days, and finally they get an iris message
  • It’s good news

Degrassi Social Media AU (14/?) + Jonah and Frankie’s Instagrams

but guys… what if.

what if Lunch Rush… is Midoriya Hisashi?

Ok so hear me out. Here are them facts:

Midoriya Hisashi

  • Missing in Action, face unrevealed
  • Quirk: Firebreathing

Lunch Rush

  • Name unrevealed, face unrevealed
  • Quirk: Unknown. Apparently really good at cooking.

So uh, see that contraption that’s attached to Lunch Rush’s face? What if it’s some kind of mechanism, that, I dunno, COLLECTS HIS FIRE BREATH so he has a portable Oven attached to him so he can cook anywhere!!!!!!!!


Maybe Hisashi learned from Inko how to cook really, really well. Maybe Izuku doesn’t know his dad works for UA. Maybe all he knows is that his dad works as a Chef for some fancy restaurant. Maybe there is a reason why Hisashi’s keeping his Lunch Rush identity a secret. Maybe Hisashi is just so busy with his Lunch Rush shenanigans at UA so that’s why we rarely see him at home.

idk I just like the thought of Izuku having a complete family after all, rather than his dad being MIA, it just happens that his dad is busy BUT very supportive of his goal to become a Hero (he works for UA after all).

Until more info is revealed about Hisashi or Lunch Rush, I’m sticking to this

voltron movie headcanons that literally nobody asked for

Lance: Shitty and not so shitty action movies. The more explosions the better. He has also seen every single romcom that has come out since the 80′s but nobody is allowed to know that. (Only You is his favorite, but only ironically)

Keith: Cannot for the Love Of God™ sit still for one entire movie. He keeps getting up to grab food or go to the bathroom and when he isn’t walking around he’s either on his phone or asking a million questions. The only movie they’ve gotten him to watch with out getting distracted was WALL·E. He cried. Twice.

Hunk: This boy has no filter he will watch anything and enjoy it. The best movies are movies with dogs in them and dramas about characters overcoming their personal struggles and learning how to love themselves. He’s also a crier he will cry with everything. 

Pidge: Every single horror film. They don’t even flinch. They’re probably not even paying that much attention to the movie and they’re just enjoying how everyone else is scared shitless. Lance passed out once and Pidge will never let him hear the end of it

Shiro: Shrek

Allura: Absolutely fascinated by the Star Wars saga. “The Skywalkers really need to pull themselves together, though”

Coran: Machete. He likes the moustache.

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★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — strength
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — offense
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — defense
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — speed
★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — durability
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — accuracy
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  — agility
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — stamina
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — teamwork
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆   — stealth  

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — close combat
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ — bladed weapons ( swords, daggers )
★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — blunt weapons ( clubs, staffs )  
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — ranged weapons ( archery, guns )
★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — superpowers / abilities
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — traps / setups
★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — medic

any lasting injuries from combat? —

nah that has all been healed by the magic of square enix.

fighting style?   ( bold any that apply. )  —

commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable /  would have others do their fighting  / stealthy /long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery /  superhuman abilities  / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting  / a hater of fighting / cowardly /  reckless /  strategic /  uses underhanded tricks  /  renowned for their skill  / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret  / won a battle  /  lost a battle /  ruthless  / merciful

In Which Mukuro Becomes an Author

Hey there @incorrectkhrquotes! Remember that headcanon I shared a while back? The one that evolved? Well it evolved again. This time into a one-shot. I do hope you enjoy.




It should be noted that Mukuro was never taught to read when he was young.

(“Subject M67-11215 has accepted the serum. Begin the next experiment”)

(No. Please. Make it stop make it stop make it stop AAAAAAAHHHHH)

He had tried to teach himself at times. On the days that he wasn’t being cut open and observed, the days when he wasn’t lying on his bed, either in agony from the day’s experiences or his mind afloat from drugs, he would look at the papers that hung by his holding cell. Those papers held his subject number, the experiments that he was apart of, and various other information that pertained to him. He liked to stare at them and wonder what they said, the meaning of the words upon those pages. He didn’t know what was written there, the letters were nothing more than lines on a page to him.

But he wondered.

The days went past and the experiments got worse. He died. Mukuro died and lived and experienced lives that weren’t his own.

(“Who am I?” he whispered to himself, tremors shaking a body that felt unfamiliar. It was constricting and freeing and too large and too small all at once and he couldn’t tell what was real anymore.)

He remembered flying through the sky with wind in his feathers. He remembered fire and pained howls, holding a weapon in their hands. He remembered the days they had spent lounging in the shadows of alleys, messing with the humans who wandered by. He remembered growing up with chains around her feet, long limp hair shadowing her face and the misery of being a slave.

He remembered his past lives.

(“No no no NO!” Maria reached out for her children with desperation, “NOT THEM! ANYONE BUT THEM! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”

“SHUT UP, WOMAN!” A man, the one who claimed to her owner, hit her and she fell to the ground. She glared up at him, hate poisoning her mind and boiling just under her skin. She hissed at him and rushed again, determination running alongside the lifeblood flowing through her veins.

The last thing she saw was the glinting metal of a knife.)

And then he broke free. Mukuro called upon the abilities he had known in his previous lives, the ones that had been carved into his eye by the scientists after they had forced him to remember. He called upon his illusions, upon the magic he had onced relished in as a spirit, and he used it with all the viciousness of a mother scorned. He slaughtered them and painted the walls crimson with their blood, laughter escaping his lips as he did so.

(Should I be worried? Mukuro wondered to ….himself? Herself? Theirself? Did it even matter?)

There were two boys who wandered in on the gory scene Mukuro created. They were so small, so fragile looking. How was it that they had lasted as long as they had under the tender care of the Estraneo?

(“Kufufu. Are you afraid?” They shook their heads. That pleased him so he smiled, lips spreading outwards and mimicking the expression of a darker faerie, “Then join me. I’m leaving this place.”)

It was only after they had left the Estraneo in ruins and found another Italian Famagilia that Mukuro started to learn how to read. It had been Lancia that noticed Mukuro staring at the books on the shelf, tracing the golden lettering on their spines. Lancia had told Mukuro that if he wanted to he could read whatever he wished. Mukuro had then confessed that he didn’t know how.

In none of his lives had such a skill ever been available to him.

So Lanica had told the Don and the Don had gotten them a teacher. Mukuro learned from them and he found it fascinating. Those pretty symbols were finally making sense.

(It made Mukuro almost reluctant to carry out his plans of destroying the mafia, the rotten world that had caused him to suffer so. He had only managed to learn the basics of the craft of reading during his time spent there, but he refused to put his revenge on hold.)

The Vindice had captured them after that. So easily as well. And it was as they fought, struggled to stay free (“One day..” Maria murmured as she tugged on the chains around her feet, “One day I’ll be free.”) that he could feel the sense of wrongness that surrounded the bandaged figures of the Mafia Enforcers.

Later, when he was locked in a cell and left alone once more, he had laughed. The Vindice were humans once, but they clearly weren’t anymore. Their souls were rotting, slowly decaying and turning into something else. It sent the blood he inherited from their life as a spirit boiling at the thought of such a thing being possible in a place not the Realm of the Other.

(How interesting….)

It took several years, but eventually Mukuro escaped. He danced away from the undead avengers, taking with him a group he had begun to call his own. It sent the part of his soul that lived for fun and games giggling and laughing and cackling at having bested the Vindice.

(No one has ever broken out? There wasn’t a part of Mukuro that didn’t take that as a challenge.)

Mukuro’s plans steadily progressed. His group arrived in Japan, the place rumored to be home to the Vongola Decimo, and he started hunting them down. He used every trick he had and finally, finally he sat before the man (boy. He’s so young, his eyes so wide. He doesn’t know anything, does he? He’s so white and unstained. The part of them that was Maria wanted to reach out and hold him, to tell him everything would be okay. The rest of him pushed her back, locking her behind a mental cage as the thing that was Mukuro pushed forward and forward and forward) who would inherit the seat of Don of Vongola.

He lost. Against all expectations, he lost. But he found he didn’t mind all too much even after the chains of the Vindice locked around his neck and he was dragged away.

(Maria looked wistful after they had been put back into their cell, wondering on what had happened to the boy. Shining Shadow had laughed, still giddy and in awe of the skylark they had fought who spoke of chaos and order in the same breath. The rest of him- the angel, the demon, the owl, the ghost- all sat back and waited)

They broke out again- or rather Ken and Chikusa had. Mukuro had been dragged back to their prison, resigned to being tied down so what was his could be free. They put him in a prison of water- made his body go to sleep. But that was foolish of them, they who didn’t know what he could do, for it opened the paths that lead to the forever. Putting him to sleep did nothing but allow him to walk the road Between again.

He let go. Mukuro closed his eyes and withdrew into his soul, pulling on the parts of him that wasn’t human. He dragged that power out and pulled something else with it. That other power, it burned him, a beautiful indigo flame not unlike what the young Tsunayoshi had used.

(The power of humans, he had breathed, childish curiosity blooming as he played with the fire within his mind. It felt freeing and unreal, solid and not. It was deceiving and truthful and wonderful and hateful all at once, fighting furiously and snarling all the while being docile and submitting to his every whim. Mukuro loved it.)

He let his soul wander away from his physical form, walking along the road Between as all spirits could. He revisited some of the stranger places he knew, unseen by all eyes he passed. He kept going and wandering, checking in on Ken and Chikusa on occasion. It was on one of these trips, when he was walking from the realm of the Other into the realm of the Physical, that he found her.

(Such a sad girl… they mused as they stared at her dying form. Her soul was so pretty, too. So new and unstained by any other cycles. They heard her thoughts and they spoke out, more on a whim than anything else.

“An ending… Is merely the beginning of another cycle.”

What they didn’t expect was that she would speak back.


They welcomed her, bound her to him. To Mukuro. They changed her name to do so, using the power that there lay in such a thing to give her new life, to coax breath back into her lungs and her heart to keep beating despite some of her organs not being there.

Chrome Dokuro was who she became.

(No one could say that he wasn’t a bit possessive. And Chrome was his, bound to him by a name that was created from his own.)

Chrome was quiet. She was shy and uncertain but she had so much potential. There was power that lay in her soul and Mukuro was determined to make it bloom. And in turn, she surprised him again.

(“You don’t know how to read Japanese?” Chrome asked, eyes curious as they rested together in the safety of Chrome’s mind, “I can teach you if you’d like.”)

All of a sudden the world of words was open to him again. Chrome was happy to teach him, Ken, and Chikusa how to read. She loved books herself, a fact she had confessed to Mukuro time and time again. So she taught them. Chrome taught them to read, insisting upon doing so even after Ken complained that it was boring and questioned her ability as a teacher.

She continued to teach him as time slowly passed them by. She taught him during the time the Varia spent in Namimori. She taught them until the day she disappeared into the future. (“Chrome? Chrome? Where are you? No… Don’t leave… Chrome….”) She started to teach them again the moment she came back.

It was as she was teaching him the art of writing that Mukuro found something he loved to do. He was skeptical of the worth of it in the beginning, of putting one’s thoughts on paper. Chrome insisted that he try it and Mukuro hadn’t regretted it once.

(“You should start a diary,” Chrome murmured one day when Mukuro’s spirit rested alongside Chrome’s and they were so closely intertwined that it was difficult to tell one from the other, “Just to have a place to put all the things you write.”

“All the things I write?” Mukuro murmured with Chrome’s voice, their hand running across the covers of the notebooks that were out on display in the store they stood in, “That… would be nice…”)

Time continued to pass onwards and the dying days did nothing to stop his interest. Mukuro filled up the notebook with poetry and ideas. He filled it with descriptions of his dreams and his past. When that first notebook was full, they bought another and soon enough it was filled up too.

Mukuro was eventually released from the Vindice. He is freed from his watery cage and allowed to roam wherever he wished. The arcobaleno battles came to pass and the reason for the Mafia Enforcer’s twisted souls comes to light. Mukuro gained an apprentice to teach Illusions too, one who annoyed him to no end.

He kept writing through it all, fondly creating poetry and short stories. He kept most of it to himself, never showing it to anyone.

(Chrome was the exception. Because Chrome was a part of Mukuro and Mukuro was a part of Chrome, two souls bound by a name)

“These are really good,” Chrome told him one day after all the battles were done and everything had settled down. Tsunayoshi and the others were slowly making their way through highschool now, their middle school days long gone. She held one of his notebooks in her hands and smiled softly at the poems written inside.

(It begins with a tree

It is a world tree, a god tree

One that stretched higher than anything else

Devouring the world with its roots)

“You think so?” Mukuro asks her, resting his head on the palm of his hand and absently writing down a few more ideas into a new notebook.

(Demons are crawling under her eyes.

“I thought I lost you.”

They stain her skin like tattoos.

“You did.”)

“I do,” Chrome closed the book and handed it back to Mukuro, “You should try publishing something. I think it would turn out really well.”

“You do?” Mukuro took the book from her hands and looked at the worn cover of it. He thought about it for a moment, turning various ideas around in his head, before smiling to himself, “Maybe I will.”

(A novel called Graveyard Songs was published less than a year later. The author’s name was Maria)

Mukuro continued to publish various things he created after that first story turned out to be a success. He published love stories, horror stories, mystery novels, poetry collections, and short stories. He created fantastical tales of mythical beings, often drawing inspiration from the many lives he lived.

No one ever found out that Mukuro was the author called Maria, even after Tsunayoshi officially took the seat of Decimo and the whole lot of them moved to Italy. Chrome was the only person who knew Mukuro’s secret, and Mukuro was perfectly okay with keeping it that way.

(He suspected that Tsunayoshi knew, if only because of his knowing smile and his bright orange eyes. But Tsunayoshi never said anything about it, even if he owned every book that Mukuro had ever published)

black-sun-dreamer a réagi à votre billet “Ichigo during the last arc =already in love with orihime”

You mean the Lost Agent arc?

The thousand year blood war arc actually . 

I think it went like this : 

first arc= lowkey crush like he find her pretty and funny but that’s it 

Soul society arc =real crush he begins to know her and think she is an amazing person 

Vizard arc = The crush is turning into something more but he doesn’t know it 

Hueco mundo arc = He’s in love with her but does not realize it yet because he is not accustomed to this feelings and he’d rather not think about this kind of stuff because he has crazy tons of self esteem issues because of his hollow and shit and he probably think he does not deserve her 

Timeskip = Slowly coming to the realization that  he does love her . Does not dwell on it because he feels worthless about the loss of his powers and feels he cannot protect her and is not good enough 

Last arc = regained his powers , is confident in himself, made peace with himself over his hollow and his powers . In this last arc he allows himself to reach out to her much more often . He consols her twice,he pulls her close to him to put her out of arms way, he’s kinda showing off when he show her his new hollow form ‘this time I’m still me’ , he smiles this big smile at her because his hollow is not a menace anymore nor for himself or for his friends , he asks her to protect him in battle because he knows how strong she has gotten BASICALLY I think in this last arc he let himself be in love with her because he dealt with his self esteem issues