this armor is never coming off of her

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 /ˈkīräs/ 

(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU. 

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 3 352

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”

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Cliche is underrated. 

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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Remember Me (KlanceWeek Day 3: Scars)

When Lance Mcclain had been five years old, he’d befriended a boy without a family. He was Lance’s best friend at the time.They’d been inseparable. But that was ages ago. That boy had disappeared, just like he’d said he would. Lance still thought of him, sometimes, when he was fighting alongside Team Voltron, or just drifting off to sleep alone in his room. Was he okay? Had he found a family? Lance only wished he could remember the boy’s name. Or his face. But he remembered none of it. Only that he should have a scar on the back of his head, just behind his left ear. Why was that all he remembered? For some reason, his childhood self had thought it was the only thing important enough to hold onto.

But what did it matter? He probably would never see him again.

…but what if he did?

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anonymous asked:

"Don't tempt me." Solavellan plz and thx!

Sorry anon, for this taking so long. But here you go, some hurt/comfort for @dadrunkwriting

Blood

The battlefield was mess, blood and guts everywhere. There had been more Venatori than expected, but they had prevailed. Iwyn scanned the battle field for her companions. Cassandra, of course, was fine, her shield still held high. Vivienne was wiping blood off her brow, the knight enchanter not afraid of getting personal. Solas… she couldn’t see Solas.

 He was just to her left a moment ago, she had felt his barrier snap in place around her. Where was he?

 She rushes to where she had seen him last, eyes scanning the ground. Was he searching for messages on the dead bodies? There was his staff, thrown aside… oh no. She feels a panic in in gut, she wants to be sick, her hands shaking.

 She sees his hand, his long elegant fingers. They are red with blood. The world narrows to Solas, what she can see of him, underneath the body of the behemoth. She shoves the monstrous carcass away from him, searching for a movement, a pulse. There is so much blood, it looks like he took a hit to his chest. He is so still, breath shallow.

 “Cassandra!” Iwyn yells, the words echoing.

 The warrior hurries over, as does Vivienne.

 “Relax, my dear, my reserves are not yet exhausted. I can manage a bit of healing.” Vivienne kneels next to Solas, ignoring the blood seeping into her white robe. Iwyn sees the green glow of magic, and then Solas is breathing easier, color returning to his cheeks. He is still now moving.

 “Thank you, Vivienne. How bad is it?” Iwyn kneels next to the enchanter, and gently brushes her hands along Solas’ cheeks, down his throat, rests at his chest. Her shoulders sag a little when she feels the steady breath.

 “He is fine for now, but he should get some rest. Magic is no substitute for time when it comes to healing.”

 “I’ll help” Cassandra bends to pick Solas up, she has already made sure all the enemies are truly dead.

Cassandra picks him up, and Iwyn is relieved to hear him groan in pain. Silence is never a good thing is these situations. Solas is not a small person, but Cassandra carries him all the way to Griffon Wing Keep.

 Iwyn watches him as he sleeps. She thinks she might have fallen asleep in the chair at some point, but she refuses to leave his room. She is still wearing her armor. She just wants him to wake up.

 Something is touching her cheek. A brief, fleeting caress, but it startles her, brings her back to the present. Solas is sitting halfway up, his face drawn in pain from the effort.

 “Solas. You’re awake.” Her heart is beating faster, relief settles in her bones.

 “I am. I believe we are back at the keep?”

 “We are. Solas…” His fingers have stilled on her cheek, and she covers his hand with her own. “You should lay back down. You need to rest.”

 “I am fine. I have survived worse, I … “

 She interrupts him. “You are not fine. You were barely breathing! You need to stay resting.” She feels adrenaline rush back. She thinks of him still, unmoving, in pool of blood, and she cannot breathe, her heart filling all her chest.

 “Do you plan to tie me to the bed to make sure?” Solas eyes sparkle with humor, but Iwyn is not amused.

 “Don’t tempt me.” It comes out low and forceful. She has never seen him this hurt before, and it unbalances her.

 Solas’ eyes widen briefly, and he gives off a little laugh. It turns to a cough, wet and weak. He lays back again, eyes closed.

 “Let me get you some water. Stay!”

 She fetches a tall glass. Bugs Vivenne to cool it, under the desert sun. It won’t last long, dear, she tells, but she does it anyway. Solas drinks deeply, and sets the glass aside.

 “Thank you, vhenan. You need to rest too. You are still in your armor.”

 “I…” She doesn’t know what to say. She is afraid he will disappear, blood turn to rust carried away like dust in the wind, if she does not keep him in sight. She grabs his hand, and holds on tight.

 Solas smiles, and the look in his eyes is oddly melancholic for just a moment. “I will not injure myself further, by the time you get undressed. And the bed is big enough for two.”

 “Oh. Yes.” She scrambles then, and she is tired, weary, stretched out. Divested of her armor, she feels limp, like a bowstring untied. She crawls into the bed, stretches out beside him. Their fingers touch, and soon both are asleep.

The Merciful King (Kings of Lucis Headcanons)

So let’s talk about my favorite lady: the Merciful King, the wielder of the Shield of the Just

  • Let’s be real. This lady is a BEEFCAKE. Like, if you thought that the guy with the Axe of the Conquerer or the king who had the Mace of the Fierce was intense, hell no. This woman’s a monster who cannot be taken down in battle.
  • Legit, the Chaos King (axe man) and the Demon/Fierce King (mace dude) had limitations to vitality and ballistics. But this woman? Her only weakness is that she lacks in strength and the ability to cast super strong magic.
  • You really think she needs that in order to slam her shield into your face and tank every single one of your blows for days upon days. From anything.
  • But not only can she take a hit, but she also has the ability to self-heal behind her shield. Take cover, and literally she has Medi-guard for days. Added with her super beefy +1000 HP, she’s able to limit break her goddamn health.
  • She could literally walk through the fire and the goddamn flames. And carry on.
  • She probably a pretty hefty too. Like, Zarya-sized.

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Erza’s Powers: What works, What Doesn’t, and What Could Be

Hey there, this is a post I’ doing on one of the most controversial things in FT, Erza Scarlet. Now this is not a character discussion, that is something I will do when the series is over, so expect to see that sometime in the future. No this discussion is on Erza’s powers, which are in and of itself a controversy.

Erza’s powers are very controversial, from people saying “Hiro made Erza to powerful from the start” and “She just pulls this armor out of her ass when situation calls on it”. Well I’ll tackle those in this discussion.

Now for those who don’t remember or may just be confused, Erza’s magic is Re-quip magic, an ability that allows her to call upon and exchange weapons in battle. Now, I say weapons but that’s not the only thing, re-quip applies to anything that can be stored into a pocket dimension, be it clothes, weapons, tools etc. Now the thing about Erza that we must remember, as happy said, what made her special was she could re-quip whole armor. Now, I assume magical Armor must be tougher to equip than clothes, as we’ve seen on tenrou island when Makarov fought Hades he re-quipped his wizard saint robes.

The specific classification for this re-quipping of armor is called “The Knight”. Now since it is unique to Erza and it seems that only the re-quipping of armor is counted as “the knight”, whereas the re-quipping we see her use for solely for single weapons like swords and spears are not counted as “The Knight” but re-quips of their own.

It’s in FT chapter 104 “Best Friend” that we have the reporter Jason ask how many re-quips she has and Erza responds with over 100. Now, I’ve seen people criticize saying, “that destroys and tension, she’s got hundreds of different armors that she can use”. Well I think a lot of people forget what happened after that when Erza said what her favorite Re-quip was, a bunny suit.

Now, we may forget but re-quipping can be used to change clothes and as we’ve seen Erza before use re-quip to change into things from bunny outfits, to swimsuits, to pajamas, to ball gowns. And as we also she Erza is not limited to her white blouse and blue skirt look, she has many casual clothes that she owns that seem to all be re-quipibble.

It’s not just the clothing but as I said previously, weapons count as well as seen in her fight with Ajeel in chapter 458 where where the Re-quipping of the sea empress sword counted as it’s own separate re-quip.Hell, as seen above, during the fantasia arc we see Erza re-quipping over a hundred weapons to take down over a hundred.

Now, you may be reading this saying “I know all this already” well here’s the thing when ever Erza’s re-qupping is brought up it seems to all be grouped together that her changing armor counts as a re-quip while the clothes and other stuff don’t. I’ trying to say that her changing armor is what is classified as “The Knight” but the knight is still counted as re-quipping, so it isn’t farfetched that all these clothes, weapons, and armor can add up to Erza having over a hundred re-quips.

Now, the biggest issue with Erza’s powers that a lot of people have is the fact that through “The Knight” Erza has such a large range of magic. From Speed increase, to fire, to lightning, to flight, “The Knight” gives Erza all these abilities. Now this may seem like a pain as it basically is saying Erza pretty much has no limit to the possibility her power could be as long as it comes in the shape of armor than it’s justification enough for her to use that power. Well I have thought about this and yes, Erza’s powers encompass a large range of magic but let’s think about this literally, Erza’s magic is only to re-quip (and sometimes manipulate basic weaponry). Without the armor, she has no real magic outside changing her clothes. Further more, armor is a static power, It’s not like celestial spirit magic that grows through training, this is a power that is dependent on on it’s user being athletically strong enough to use the armor as well as smart enough to change out when situation calls for it. That’s why there has to be this wide range of power, because only Erza herself can grow but the armor can’t. Heaven’s Wheel is just as strong in the Alverez arc as it was in the Lullaby arc. 

Now the situational nature of Erza’s power ties into people who claim it too convenient. Well if we think about it logically, why shouldn’t Erza choose flame empress armor against Natsu, it reduces his flame power. Or how about the wind god armor against Ajeel, using it specifically because it gives her an advantage over his sand. I really doubt say using Giants armor which only increases strength would be useful when a sandstorm is laying waste to you.

At first Erza actually can be seen in the early chapters of the manga using this formula to her fighting, opponent shows of power then Erza pulls out an armor that can counter the opponent perfectly. Now that was int he earliest chapters of the manga and I can’t hold it against them because the story just introduced this character and they need to define their power somehow. It would make no sense for in universe and out for this new character to show off a montage of all their moves. So I can’t hold it against them for early being convenient because they have yet to define the powers the character has and the narration needs to provide one via a show don’t tell. But that is mainly acceptable only during the early chapters, where we need to define the power but, over the course of say 50 chapters you should’ve established enough armor that you can reuse it for this occasion instead of pulling a new one out.

Some ways of introducing new armor like with Erza vs Ikaruga in the chapter “ikaruga” was pretty cleaver, Ikaruga destroys Erza’s armor and in this fight we see purgatory armor for the first time and it didn’t win the fight and even was destroyed before the battle was over so now we had a little bit of insight to this armor we hadn’t seen before. Another is in the tenrou island arc where Erza re-quips into the sea empress armor for the first time and it made sense as Erza has never come across a problem that involved needing water based powers so it’s not farfetched for her to use it now.

I also mentioned in my review of chapter 515 how thanks to the one year timeskip of not seeing Erza we could infer that he picked up some new armor. And once again, it’s not like suddenly after the timeskip Erza is going to just gather everyone and do like a page of showing off all her new armor and explaining what they do.

But here’s the thing about Hiro and execution, he seems to have forgotten what armor she even posses. I would say this started becoming apparent after the first timeskip but no, it actually is apparent when Erza first revealed the flight armor

Flight armor was an armor that increases Erza’s speed immensely. Okay, that sounds like it be helpful in both combat and non combat missions. Well to bad we already had that.

Yep Black wing armor. An armor that can increase speed immensely, funny how Hiro thought about making an armor that had the exact same purpose. I’m serious that the flight armor is exactly the same as black wing with the only difference being black wing can fly whereas flight, ironically enough, can’t. And with this is cements in me the biggest issue Hiro has, he wasn’t up to the task of keeping track of the armor he created for moments outside of their original introduction. Which is sad because in Rave master, the ten commandments sword was all about multiple powers for multiple situations.

Now Hiro didn’t forget about all these armors entirely he still uses heaven’s wheel a lot but that may be do to it being the first re-quip via “the knight” and to my surprise in the fight against Ajeel Black wing armor so he does at least remember that some exist.

But many say Erza’s fights are won by one kind of armor, Plot armor. It had eventually became that Erza was winning not by using her own skill and knowledge of her arsenal but rather the plot demanded it.

There’s a reason these hakama pants are loathed, because it means the end of a fight that might have seemed like a struggle, nope all you need is a sword and fire pants. Look when introduced these pants made sense because it’s purpose is to lose all defense and go strictly offense which would allow her to possibly get a instant kill shot. But if Erza (and Hiro) were actually adept with their knowledge of this ability that kind of armor should only be brought out near the end of a fight after you’ve whittled an opponent down enough to come in for the kill, not use the whole way through fueled only by the power of friendship.

I said Erza without the armor has only to rely on her athletics and natural strength, that since the armor is static that only she the wielder can become stronger. This samurai pants brings that to the spotlight and Erza has not justified being that strong that she doesn’t need the armor to fight and she’s certainly not justified that she can carry out a whole fight on her own without the armor.

The only time I’ve seen bullshit victory thanks to armor was the Nakagami armor in the GMG. It literally came out of nowhere but unlike other armor before that you may argue that came out of nowhere like Sea empress and dawn star armor, this one came with rules about how it’s re-quipped but never foreshadowed and is literally a deus ex machina (which by the way we ignore the rules that were established). DO you know why this is the only BS victory thanks to armor, because when Erza actually used armor her wins were justified. And also didn’t involve too long of a friendship speech.

Erza is strong, hell, I still say she’s the strongest woman in fairy tail but that strength comes from what she is skilled at, being a situational and resourceful fighter. In a fight Erza should see what’s thrown at her then respond not power her way through everything, she’s not a tank like Natsu, who is a damage sponge and heavy hitter.

There’s a reason why Erza Scarlet vs Erza Knightwalker is the best Erza fight because it was what an Erza fight should be. Erza using multiple established (and a few unseen) armors. Using variety to match them blow for blow but while there’s a corny friendship speech it still is Erza’s skill with the high base power of the armor that finishes an opponent off. You may not believe but that’s the same reason why the Erza vs Azuma fight was so good started off, Azuma had all this power which manifested as a single type of magic but Erza needed to use  several different armors do do him damage. Hell the ending could’ve worked for the Erza and Azuma fight if when Azuma activated terra clamare Erza Re-quipped out of samurai pants into the adamantine armor which would take the brunt of the attack and then Azuma exhausted by using all that power at once, Erza Re-quip back to the samurai pants along with the sword she had using the full offense to strike down Azuma showing that in that one moment of weakness Erza could surpass him. But no instead we got Erza in the samurai pants take terra clamare head on (no armor at all) then get up thanks to the most blatant use of the power of friendship since the Natsu vs Zero fight.

Erza using variety should’ve been the status quo but then when the story went on and maybe got tiring what could we do to keep Erza’s power exciting other than new armor. Well Hiro gave us a possible idea.

Yep, an armor that is also taking advantage of a weapon that doesn’t come equipped with it. This is a genius idea. Look back to the example I give that it makes sense for Erza to use flame empress against Natsu because it helps cut his fire based magic by half, but let’s also think a little bit more logically as flame empress only comes with a sword that produces fire itself something that natsu could take advantage of. Well what if Erza used the Sea empress sword? She could reduce the strength of Natsu’s flames by half thanks to the Flame empress armor but also give her an upper hand in attacks by using an element that has more an effect on Natsu.

Imagine the other combinations she could make. With the mace of the purgatory armor plus the strength granted by the giant armor, slam that on the ground she could make a mini earthquake. How about heaven’s wheel using weapon’s from various other sets of armors for combined elemental attacks, Black wing plus spear from the lightning empress armor could allow her to mimic actual lightning speed. I highly doubt we’ll see things like these with FT and just more samurai pants.

Erza’s magic is complicated in portrayal. It isn’t impossible to make having a character with a wide range of powers still have good fights that show struggle. But with Hiro someone who seems to have lost interest isn’t the one to handle it anymore. I think there was something there that Hiro was using and maybe if he gave a damn all the way through maybe it could be better but this certainly wasn’t it.

Day Two: Nerd Girlfriends

Another part of my Green Ranger Maggie Sawyer AU

Maggie wasn’t on Alex’s level when it came to science. Maggie knew enough to be assigned to the Science Division and not come off as a complete idiot around a few aliens. Part of it was due to the night and online classes at the community college, and part of her knowledge came from dealing with advanced alien technology as a Power Ranger. And now Maggie was picking up a few facts working with Alex and the DEO.

Alex was still a lot more insistent in knowing the details of things. “It’s called conservation of mass, Sawyer.”

“It’s called a level of quantum mechanics I’ve never bothered asking Alpha about, Danvers.” Maggie flexed her armored hand when Alex’s fingers traced where the armor faded into her skin. It wasn’t hard to have only a section of her armor out, but it involved a bit of concentration.

“You should ask him.” Alex sounded preoccupied enough that Maggie was pretty sure it would take a bomb going off to distract her.

“How about I ask him to send you the information?” Maggie was already reaching for her phone with her free hand.

Alex’s head snapped up. “Isn’t this a huge secret?”

Maggie shrugged. “The way I understand it, the armor is what’s behind the door, and the Power Coin is the key.”

“What’s the door?”

“The Morphing Grid.” The team was part of the equation, too, but Maggie had run the metaphor far enough. She finished tapping out the text. “I think as long as you don’t ask about the Grid, we’re okay.”

Alex started to nod, but focused on her suddenly beeping computer. She didn’t quite hurry over, but she did sit down firmly when she clicked on the screen. Maggie knew the look on her girlfriend’s face. She let her armor disappear and texted her team. [Alex now has the information behind how our armor works.]

Zack [She didn’t buy the “magnets and pockets” explanation?]

Trini [Did she even understand the joke behind “magnets and pockets”?]

Maggie sometimes worried about how quickly her friends replied to things given their day jobs. [I had to skip ahead and show her the first time Jack uses magnets as an excuse. She keeps getting hung up on aliens speaking English.]

Kim [You shouldn’t tell her about Rita speaking English right away and Zordon needing to learn.]

Trini [Film it if you do.]

Maggie shook her head at her teammates. Sometimes she thought their enemies should be ashamed at having lost to them; her particular team of Power Rangers never quite grew out of being teenagers with super powers. She snagged another desk chair and scooted Alex over a few inches. Her phone was set to go off in a few hours so they would remember that food was thing that needed consuming. When Alex absently laced their fingers together, Maggie smiled. Leaning the nuts and bolts of her powers wasn’t how she had planned to spend her day, but she didn’t think it was going to be a bad day at all.

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Surprising Dylan by coming into his room wearing /just/ his trench coat 😏😏

You get to Dylan’s house, knocking on the door. You look up with a small smile as Mrs. Klebold opens it, laughing softly when she sees you in Dylan’s coat, “Hi, y/n.” You giggle as well- the trench coat drags lightly along the ground and sleeves go well past your arms. “Dylan left this at my house yesterday… can I go give it back to him?” She nods, “Of course, sweetheart, he’s in his room.” You nod and thank her, heading up to Dylan’s room. You knock on the door and he calls, “Come in!”

You open the door and Dylan grins when he sees you, laughing softly. “Hey, baby… oh, wow, you brought my coat…” he murmurs, getting off his bed. You lean up on your toes when he reaches you and kiss him gently. Dylan used to wear his coat all the time when you first met. It was basically his armor and you almost never saw him without it. As he grew more attached to you, it started to seem just like a piece of clothing he enjoyed. You knew how much it had meant when you found the coat lying on your bed after he had left. “Huh, I can’t believe I forgot it,” he murmurs, smiling at you, “Thanks for bringing it back.” “Of course,” you smile back, resting your hands on his chest.

“You look good in it,” Dylan says, moving his arms around you, “Really?” you ask. He nods and you press against him, “You want me to take it off?” He grins faintly, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You lick your lips as you pull the coat down just slightly, revealing the curve of your breast, “I think you might want me to.” Dylan raises his eyebrows and swallows, looking in your eyes. “Are you wearing… anything?” he asks quietly. You slowly shake your head and you can feel him tense up, looking down at you with want. You move up to kiss him lightly and whisper, “Sit down,” over his lips.

Dylan immediately sits on his bed and you stand in front of him, toying with the ties of the trench coat. He glances between your hands and your face, chewing on his lip. You keep the coat closed, letting the material slip off of your shoulders. Dylan swallows again, blushing as he starts to get hard. You step closer to him and straddle his lap. He knows you’re sitting on him naked, but you’re careful to still keep everything covered. “Baby,” he mumbles, letting out a soft groan as you grind into him once. You take Dylan’s hand and slowly slip it into the trench coat, letting him squeeze your chest. He hums, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “Please, y/n,” he begs softly. You smile, tilting your head back, “If you want it so bad, why don’t you just take it?” you whisper.

Dylan’s eyes darken and he moans as he kisses you hard, practically ripping the coat open. He pulls back and runs his hands down your body, quickly undoing his jeans. You grin as you watch him, loving how worked up he gets when he wants you. Before you know it you’re bouncing on Dylan, still wearing the coat on your shoulders as you bury your face into his neck to muffle your moans. He’s pulling your hips down hard and fast, muttering obscenities in your ear. You both come and he sighs, kissing you deeply. You pull back and get up after a moment, slipping the coat off. “You’ll need something to wear home,” Dylan murmurs. You smile at him, “Can I borrow some actual clothes?” “Yeah,” he laughs quietly, getting some out for you. You start to pull on the clothes and Dylan grins, “That was.. I mean, that was really…” he just shakes his head. You giggle and walk over, kissing him. You love it when you make him speechless.

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Angien just did Lair of Lostmauth for the first time, highlights include 

  • burning through a bunch of raise dead scrolls
  • soloing the last, like, quarter of the second fire scorpion’s health 
  • Apparently stealthing so hard the fire scorpion actually just gave up and sat there and let her kill it? I don’t know. Some kind of bug happened but I will TAKE THAT VICTORY REGARDLESS
  • somehow never getting tail swiped even though she had Deft Strike equipped and therefore spent a lot of time stabbing Lostmauth’s giant scaly butt
  • SOMEHOW NEVER DEFT-STRIKED STRAIGHT INTO LAVA (or at least dodged back out of it quickly enough to not take damage)
  • @ridingrootless  please be proud of our girl she has come so far from Hotenow 
  • Maybe finally getting the hang of  Impossible to Catch, aka her paragon path’s encounter power, aka something I’ve been neglecting for. like. two whole years now. Have I been playing this game for two years. My god.

Anyway, you get pictures because I haven’t showed off the guild rogue armor yet, and I like it, and also she managed to get the fancy gloves from that dungeon on her first run through it holy fuck, and also. I haven’t shown off her current weapon skins. The curvy one is the Dagger of the Dread Legion, continuing Thay’s pattern of really really weird (but awesome) equipment appearances. And the other is the Sinister Rapier with a Greater Terror enchantment (cause I just got a coalescent ward from a box and decided Angien DESERVED IT)

30 Days of Fire Emblem Day 4: Favorite Sword-User

Meg from Radiant Dawn

(Note that for Sword users I’m not counting just anyone who can use a sword, Im choosing between units who start in a sword only class i.e. myrms, mercs, etc)

Man, I really love joke characters in FE.  Shanam in Thracia 776 is a very good one and Wrys is a hoot and a half, but I think Meg is easily the best of the bunch (and conveniently is of the Sword Armor class).  Everything about Meg is charming and hilarious and delightful, partly because theres so many paradoxes about her.  She’s this tiny little big girl who is wandering around a war torn foreign country looking for a single man who she has no specific location for.  Its completely insane.  Its like if a French farmer in 2016 sent his teenage daughter alone to Syria saying “find your husband, hes in Syria right now probably, I’m not sure though since I havent seen or heard from him in 3 years.  Just poke around till you see him.”  Whats even more crazy is that she seemingly tracked him down most of the way on her own.  That or she just got super lucky.  As a unit shes got a terrible strength stat and growth yet shes allegedly able to lift cows by herself.  She joins as an armor when you are desperate for some defense for the squishy Dawn Brigade and Surprise!  She has terrible base defense and defense growth.   Shes practically a myrm or a peg knight with her stats and growths.  One of the things I really appreciate about her is that even though she is heavy set in terms of design, and its possible her weight is supposed to be another funny thing about her, it never comes up anywhere in the script, to my knowledge, and her weight isnt played for laughs.  The same is true for her dad and I appreciate that a lot.  If anything is funny about her appearance wise its that shes so small, its especially funny if you get her to Marshall.  Shes just this tiny knight with majestic armor and a silly little Meg head with no helmet to top it off. 


Things I dont like about Meg:

  • Nothing.  Shes perfect.  All of her flaws as a unit just make her even funnier and more endearing so shes actually just a perfect little peach.

Seriously, look at her Cipher art:

Fantastic.  Shes completely charming and precious. 

Kiss My Bright Red Ass, Sir

The story behind this fic is long and complicated. But really it boiled down to my realization that a) Carolina deserves a good dad, and b) Sarge and Carolina’s relationship always needs more love. 

So here we go! Sarge adopts Carolina: a fic. Contains baby Carolina and a lot of gratuitous Sarge backstory. 

Thanks to everyone who egged me on for this beautiful disaster; I love you all!

Warnings for: Neglectful parenting, mourning, death of OCs, mentions of canon character death, manipulation. 

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After everything—after she’d placed Wash’s pistol on the table, after she’d turned her back and walked away, when everyone was asleep and Epsilon was pulled out of her head—something they’d both agreed was a good idea, after everything that happened, the Red soldier came to talk to her.

He sat down next to her loudly, every step broadcasted clearly. She could have told him off, told him to go away, but she didn’t. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t say them. She didn’t know how. She didn’t want to.

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secrets with no one to tell

Or: the one where Vax realizes that maybe nobody in Vox Machina is neurotypical.

Came out of a lot of discussion with @trueunamerican about neurodiverse headcanons.

Title (and the song Scanlan sings near the end) come from “Home” by Vanessa Carlton.


Vax knows he’s different.

But here’s the thing – all of Vox Machina are different.  They do things they’re not supposed to be able to do. They talk to gods.  They take down monsters.  They singlehandedly rescue cities… sometimes without people even knowing a crisis has been averted.  Some of his closest friends – his family members, for crying out loud – can become animals.  Or sing a song designed specifically to get into someone’s pants.  Or fire extremely powerful projectiles from a weapon that seems to be made of metal and anger and flame.

Then he discovers a secret about Vex, and it blows his entire thought scheme to hell.

He realizes, for the first time, that he’s different in an entirely different way.

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I was just staring at the peggysous kiss (for science) and I can't help but wonder what was going on through Peggy's head as Daniel was talking to her before her impulse to kiss him. Her face had a very pensive look and a second later her eyes drop to his lips and her lips are on his.

But perhaps all you need is one compelling reason to stay.

Mr. Jarvis’ parting words play on a loop as Peggy ducks into the bathroom to check her makeup. She’s already made up her mind. She’s going back to New York. So why can’t she stop thinking about what made her get on the plane to LA in the first place? Peggy studies her reflection. Her red velvet lips purse, then frown. There’s only one way to settle this, and she fishes a tissue out of her handbag.

Ten minutes later, Peggy sits in the chief’s office with uncharacteristically bare lips, wondering if she’s brave enough to go through with her plan. Which is silly, because of course she’s brave enough. She’s parachuted into enemy territory, raided HYDRA bases, taken down ten men with her bare hands. But as Daniel breathes a sigh of relief and flips his pen, she wonders if perhaps he still wouldn’t have been better off had she never come to California in the first place.

“That’s the last of it,” he declares. “The Isodyne case is officially closed.”

Peggy, who wears her lipstick like a suit of armor, feels especially vulnerable sitting here without it. “Congratulations, Chief,” she says with a smile that’s forced, “another feather in your cap.”

“We didn’t destroy the world,” Daniel says grimly, “which is a win in my book.”

“Mm,” Peggy agrees, rising. She’ll tell him what she told Jason that morning, kiss his cheek and leave. Maybe Daniel will return her calls. Maybe he won’t. Her mind flickers to the almost-kiss in the surveillance van. There’s no use on dwelling on what might have been, she reminds herself, taking a deep breath.

But before she can say anything, Daniel sighs. “Look,” he says, leaning back in his chair, “I got to say something to you about what happened at the rift.”

As do I.

“Oh, there’s no need to thank me,” Peggy says at once, an apology right there on the tip of her tongue. After Violet, after everything -

“Uh, actually,” says Daniel, “I was gonna say you messed up.” The smile slides off her lips as he continues, “Big.”

Now Peggy’s confused. “Sorry, what?”

“As a supervisor - ”

“You’re not my supervisor,” Peggy injects. Jack is my supervisor.

“As a supervisor, I feel obligated to tell you your actions were ill-advised and reckless.”

Peggy’s brow furrows. She’d been trying to save his life! “Ill-adv - reckless?!”

“You’re damn right,” Daniel says. “By your own professed rules, you should’ve allowed me to be sucked into the rift and shut it down, period.”

Oh, the smug bastard. Peggy puts her hands on her hips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” says Daniel, and he picks himself up out of the chair. “You talk a pretty big game when it’s your life on the line, Carter, but when it’s somebody else’s, pretty big hypocrite.” Peggy finds herself staring at his lips. “Nothing to say? No quick comeback?”

It isn’t often that Peggy finds herself speechless, but oh, this man. There’s no use dwelling on what might’ve been, no, but what if -

What if there’s still a chance?

And there’s only one thing left to do, and that’s kiss him. Which Peggy does. She surges forward and plants her lips on his, cupping his cheeks as his mouth opens to her. His hand slides around her waist, a second before Peggy feels him start to lose his balance. She’s taken one big risk by kissing him, why not take another? Together, they crash-land in his surprisingly sturdy chair. Her hand braced against his shoulder, she draws back.

“Good point,” Daniel manages, and apparently it’s his turn to stare at her lips because he can’t seem to tear his dark eyes away from them.

Peggy smiles, then kisses him again.


I had to watch the Peggysous kiss on loop to write this. You know. For science.

A Knight to Remember || Closed

Marinette wrapped her hair in a tight bun before Alya began to help her out on the armor. “You have to promise to be careful out there.” Her friend said as she pulled the chain mail over the girl’s head.

“I always am.” She said, examining her sword. “I just have to make sure that my helmet never comes off or I’ll probably get kicked out.” The chest plate was attached and Marinette turned to Alya. “I’ll see you at the champions ceremony.” She smiled and walked out toward the exit. All the other knights were heading toward the fighting arena.

@chat-noir-knight

Taylor Swift & Perfect Lyrics

1D: “I might never be your knight is shining armor.”

 Taylor: “I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale, I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell….. ….Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around”


1D:” I might never be the one who brings you flowers.

Taylor: “ Don’t forget, don’t forget where I’ll be Right here wishing the flowers were from you”


1D: “But I can be the one, be the one tonight.”

Taylor: “ I could give you fifty reasons Why I should be the one you choose.“


1D:” When I first saw you from across the room,”

Taylor: “ I had to catch my breath When I saw you there across the room “


1D: ”But if you like cars and travel up in hotel rooms, And if you like having secret little rendez-vous”

Taylor“ He said, “Let’s get out of this town, Drive out of the city, away from the crowds." 


1D:”And if you like midnight driving with the windows down,”

Taylor: Midnight, You come and pick me up, No headlights/ A long drive”


1D: “i might never be the hand you put your heart in”

Taylor“  I got an ‘I Heart’, Written on the back of my hand”


1D: “ the arms you that hold anytime you want them. That don’t mean we can live here in the moment.”

 Taylor: “ I felt your arms twisting around me, I should’ve slept with one eye opened at night “


1D: “When I first saw you from across the room, I could tell that you were curious, oh yeah. “

Taylor: “  Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me? Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds? “


1D: Girl, I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for, ‘Cause I’m not good at making promises.”

Taylor: “ you call me up again just to break me like a promise”


1D: “And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce,
If you like to
 do  whatever you’ve been dreaming about”

Taylor: “ Cause I, I know places we can hide
I know places, I know places “


1D: “Baby, you’re perfect; baby, you’re perfect.So let’s start right now.”

Taylor: “The Power isn’t with the picture perfect person You told me better things to come from in between”


1D:”And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, oh yeah.”

Taylor: “ Chasing fortune and fame and the camera flashes, make it look like a dream.”


1D: “ If you’re looking for someone to write your songs about, “

Taylor: “ I wanna know how it feels to be over you for real  Till I do,
I’ll keep writing songs about you “


1D: ‘ If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do”

Taylor: ” He’s so bad but he does it so well”

(So I saw this AU and loved its idea. I took my favorite OC, made her a new design and tweaked her bio and backstory. I thought you might like her so I thought I would show you! Sorry for it being so long, I just get caught up when I’m writing things like this. If for whatever reason you want to use her, feel free to do so, it would be a honor to see her here)

Name: Shadow

Monster type: half human, half monster dragon girl (touch on later)

Age: 15

Traits: Loyal to her friends and allies, very friendly normally, not super confident but does believe in her skills in battle, puts the safety of others first but hates having to rely on others, intelligent, scrared and hates failure, thinks fast when in action, good at playing support, while she does tend to be on the quiet side, she still loves making jokes and puns, kind almost to a fault, will give the opponent a chance at mercy or to run away but will kill if they don’t stand down after their chance, there is NO chance if her friends or loved ones are threatened the opponent faces ruthless attacks in this scenario, hard to throw off or make her lose her cool, while opponents may just see and innocent looking girl in some fancy armor she is a fighting machine, does best when equipped with her sword but is way more than capable when it comes to hand to hand combat, likes to confuse her opponents then strike, if she doesn’t want to be noticed she can make it very difficult to notice her, around others she does her best to lend a helping hand around the base, she suspects that others don’t trust her due to what she is now. (She dreams of someday joining the “Dreem Teem, she looks up to everyone on that team, Sans and Asreil especially)

Armor: The heart in the chest piece powers the gloves, and the back panel. The chest piece heart can also store her sword and a cargo net (It turn them into energy and stores them like that) The gloves has a control panel that will change the mode the boots are in, activates the storing and release mechanism for the chest piece heart, and the back panel. Shadows wings would break and tear easily in battle so the armor has an area that holds the wings in when folded to her back then a panel comes over and blocks them off, the panel can be released in case of a much needed speedy escape. Her armor was made by her adoptive father, Dr. Catoli.

Strengths: Skilled at reconnaissance, Straight up fighting, carrying in supplies using the cargo net, acting as transport for 1 or 2 monsters at the time using the cargo net, sneak attacks, strategy, basic healing magic.

Backstory (I tried to make it shorter than usual and I almost succeeded, sorry not sorry):  Shadow never met who her real parents are. Shadow was basically adopted by Dr. Catoli. Her father told her that he used to be great friends with Shadows parents. So when they were summoned to participate in a very dangerous battle, they entrusted Shadow to Dr. Catoli’s care. Her real parents never returned. So now Dr. Catoli had an infant to care for, which he didn’t really mind much, but did take time from him working on his most important machine ever. This machine would be one that would take dna from monster dust or fossilized monster dust and combine it with a living persons (person means human or monster) soul to make that person (and its soul)more powerful. Dr. Catoli had worked on this machine for as long as he could remember. (don’t worry, he always cared for Shadow first) The dust he used did tend to be from weaker monsters since that was most common. That dust did increase the persons power a bit with little to no risk and very short recovery time. One day Dr. Catoli came across a dragon fossil. Dragons used to be very powerful monsters, taking many humans to kill. They are extinct or very near extinct. This was the best thing he had found. He was so excited. This was cut short due to the fact that no one would volunteer. Using the dna was dangerous, a bit unstable with the machine, and no matter what happened the recovery time would be 3 weeks at least. Dr. Catoli searched for days trying to get a volunteer. This broke Shadows heart (age 7 at this point). So she did the only thing she could think of. She volunteered for this experiment. Something went wrong. In order to save Shadow’s life Dr.Catoli tore out the wiring for his machine. While it saved her life, Shadow was changed forever. Her soul was now a combined soul, both monster and human. She now has wings, her strength, speed, stamina was increased a lot, but she was half monster, a weaker soul, more fragile. Now many were distrustful of her. They worry that she’ll just snap and go rouge. Once she turned 12 she decided she wanted to fight, as well as play support. She began training by herself and with help from others. She did anything she can to learn to fight. She began fighting in small battles 1 and a half years later. 

(Moon: Oooooooooooh, nice design! Black and purple are quite the killer colors ;) )

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Captain Flowers never died AU?

In the world where Captain Flowers never died… Tex shows up anyway. She finds Alpha in that canyon playing soldier, all the little rainbow colored real-army washouts running around in rejected dinky versions of real Freelancer armor. She sees real quick what this is. She and Omega, cloaked and hostile, wait until Florida’s off having a stroll around the canyon. Then she comes up on him, hooks her arm around his throat, locks him into a guillotine and she says, “You go for that knife, Florida and I will snap your fucking neck.”

“Tex? Wow, I thought you were dead.”

“Aw, you’re gonna make me cry.” She takes his side arm, jams it up in his spine. “I’m taking Alpha.”

“You mean Church.”

“No, asshole. Alpha. I’m taking him.”

“Tex, his name is Church now. He doesn’t remember being Alpha.”

“That’s bullshit. You just… what? Brought him here and let him make up a story, then rolled with it? You finally stopped ripping him into pieces and just put him out to pasture here? Is that it?”

“Yes, Tex. That’s exactly what we did.”

“You fuckers.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“I should.”

“You know I’m their CO, right? You’re just killing Captain Flowers to them. I’m not Florida to him.” And when Tex shoves the muzzle of the gun deeper into his spine he just, “So either kill me and take my place or let me live and just vanish again, Tex. Because if you come back he might start remembering who he is. You tell me what’s the kinder thing to do, Tex? Let him think he’s a person, here, safe, with his friends and teammates or force him to remember he’s just a shadow like you?”

In that world, Texas never joins Blue Team. 

le rêve du cygne noir

we’re just going to imagine that @tough-lass is right and killian gets his memories back from the kiss or it’s otherwise some kind of TLK-like moment/plus our ideas that killian finds out emma became the dark swan to save him – i haven’t written smut in a long time so yes.

Fittingly, in this darkness, it strikes him like a blaze of light.

As their mouths meet and lock, as they claw into each other’s arms, desperate for safe haven, for harbor, to find a port against the storm – Killian can feel it change. The gates open, the dam is broken, and it scours through him like the elemental fury of the flood. Camelot. He remembers now. He sees. His fury and frustration at the others’ lack of urgency or inability to recognize Emma, even in her extremity. Riding at a gallop across the countryside, a kiss in a field of magical middlemist flowers, a promise, a ring – closing her fingers around it. Bring her home to me. A piercing-eyed, smoldering pirate who loves you. Watching her go. Watching her fall.

Burning. A blaze of pain in his chest, the barest flickering of consciousness, Emma kneeling frantically above him in the same field, holding the glowing broken sword. The dark magic thundering through her fingers, coiling around  her, pulling her, enticing her to the very brink of the abyss. Giving into it at last, after all her struggle and all her sacrifice, to save him.

No. No.

He staggers in her grasp, as she regards him worriedly, waiting to see – did she mean to? Give everything back to him? His memories? Let him know, like this? She’s manipulating you. That’s what Dark Ones do. But gods – after so long apart from her, living with half a soul – he wants so desperately not to be strong. Just for a brief mad while. Just for now.

If he embraces the darkness, he’ll be destroyed. He knows that. But she did, for him. And now he knows why, and he can scarcely stand it.

“Killian?” she murmurs, almost shyly. “Killian?”

He stares at her, thunderstruck and heartbroken, almost wild with disbelief. “What did you do, Swan? What did you do?”

“Only what I had to.” Her voice drops to a whisper as her hand caresses his chest, as she steps closer, as their lips begin to follow each other’s again, drunk and dizzied. “I couldn’t lose you.”

He wants to say so much. He can barely begin. He wants to blurt out that this is a terrible mistake, that she has doomed herself for him, for a price beyond paying, that she never should have, that this is only the start of the descent to an even greater hell. That she has bound him, taken his soul. That this is lunacy. That this is incarnate transcendence and truth. That this is all and everything, and nothing as well, impossible. His ringed hand circles the trim line of her waist, belted in its black crocodile-skin jacket. Is this Emma, emerging from her eclipse? Has she regained mastery of the beast?

Killian Jones does not know, and right now, at last, does not care. He is so tired, so deathly, deathly tired, of being away from her. And she has become this demon, this unholy legend, for him. She would have defeated it if not for him. All this time, she has been living with this knowledge alone, without a soul to share it with. And no matter if it is the worst thing of all to stay, he cannot turn away and walk out the door and shut it and let that be that. To leave her behind and let her drown.

Instead, he kisses her again.

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Royalty AU || interdimensional-kickerofbutt

Earl Anthony Stark shifts from one foot to the other impatiently, helmet under his arm.  His armor clinks and every move garners an annoyed look from someone in the hall.  Despite being raised as nobility, Anthony has never been comfortable in the grand halls of the royals, feeling more at home in barracks and battlefields.  You don’t just say no to the Queen, however.

Especially not coming off of months of recovery after near death.  After being injured to a point that no one believed he’d stand, let alone draw a sword, again.  The Queen has truly flattered him, extending him this chance, this belief that he is capable of protecting her only daughter.  

His movement halts as the doors are opened by two guards.  Anthony falls to a knee, looking down at the floor as footsteps echo through the throne room.

“Your Majesties,” he greets humbly.