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What I’ll write; fluff, angst, romantic/platonic/familial relationships, suggestive themes, violence/gore/death of a character/reader.
What I won’t write; full on smut(it makes me uncomfortable), oc x reader, character x character, cheating.
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Be kind, not only to me but the other people who interact with my blog.
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That’s all I can really think of right now, might add more soon.
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Fandoms + who I write for.
DC
Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Harley Quinn and Mr. Freeze.
Mostly for @cozypyxels but I figured it might be useful for others who want to find some good brushes but don’t know where to look or start. This way, it’s all in one place! All Brushes linked are free. You do not have to download every set. Ps, most of these are only for Photoshop, I’m sorry.
When it comes to Pasithea’s confusing parents, I lean more into the origin of her being Hera and Dionysus’ daughter since it’s the most interesting and has a lot of potential for drama. That and I just find the idea of Dionysus as a dad really funny.
I have no clue how Hera and Dionysus could even have a kid but hey I didn’t write the og story 🤷♀️
Either Hera and Dio accidentally created Thea out of a hate filled fight, or they were both absolutely drunk and had a one night stand that they both agreed to never speak of. Regardless Pasithea was an accident.
Hera gave away Pasithea to be raised by Aphrodite to protect her from Zeus discovering her conception. I don’t really see Dionysus as a full time parent since he’s way too busy throwing parties and getting drunk all the time. But he does visit often to spend time with little Thea and leave her gifts (he def loves to spoil her).
Despite not being around all the time, Pasithea and Dionysus still have a healthy relationship (canon in the myths). I imagine Thea often goes to her papa for help on managing her hallucinations since he’s the god of madness and maybe he was the one who taught her how to craft hallucinogenics.
As a child, he’d never take her to his parties for obvious reasons, but it’s also funny to picture Dionysus just lounging on a cushion, drinking his wine while carrying a tiny toddler in his other arm like she’s a potato sack. He’s completely drunk and doesn’t even notice his kid trying to reach for a grape.
psst. "feminist" retelling writers. yes, i'm talking to you. i have a gift for you: here are some interesting women from greek mythology that you can write about that are NOT medusa, persephone or clytemnestra! there ARE other women, shocking i know!
-medea: she literally killed her brother and her children, i thought "female rage" girlies would be all over her
-danae: her life is so crazy, imagine being imprisoned by you father, getting impregnated by a god, being locked in a box and left to die at sea and then basically becoming a hostage to a king while your son is sent to kill a monster. and she's one of the only ones who, to my knowledge, actually gets a happy ending!
-atalanta: basically the only female hero in greek mythology!! and she was an argonaut!! c'mon now there is so much potential here, why does nobody care for atalanta
-the amazons: penthesilea! hippolyta! literally any of them! you're telling me there is a whole society of female warriors and so called feminist writers aren't jumping at the opportunity??
-hecuba: such a tragic and interesting figure, being the queen of troy, she lost her whole family in the war, i wish more people explored her relationship with her children (especially paris) and apollo
-andromache: i'm shocked andromache isn't more popular with the "tragic female characters" people, she literally lost everything basically because of men
-cassandra: i know cassandra is fairly popular, but i love her so much and i want more people to explore her relationship with her family, every dynamic has the possibility to be SO interesting
-electra: this whole family is a MESS and yet i see people mainly focusing on clytemnestra (with iphigenia), but not exploring the relationship between electra and clytemnestra is such a missed opportunity
-helen: i just want the focus of her story to be shifted from paris to the other people in her life, like her daughter hermione! how did they rebuild their relationship after troy? or her sister clytemnestra! what happened to her bond after the murder of agamemnon? or her brothers, castor and pollux! there is so much untapped potential
-demeter: there is a story about a mother's grief for her daughter, her journey looking for her, her anger, and yet every retelling of the homeric hymn to DEMETER focuses HADES to make him a dark romance mafia boss?? come on
and more!
conclusion: i'm tired of seeing the same stories being retold over and over again when there are so many characters to explore
happy pride to everyone in the community!! happy pride to those who are out, those who are not, those who aren’t sure of their identity yet, those who don’t use labels, those who don’t feel seen, etc, etc. stay safe and don’t be ashamed to be yourself.
Headcanons of how I think these x-men would comfort you:
Quicksilver; Nightcrawler; Gambit; Rogue; Storm; Shadowcat.
Warning: Inconsistent use of tenses (I wrote half of these half asleep).
Fic Length: Short, but nearly medium.
Second Person Perspective (you)
~ Quicksilver ~
If you're sad and crying, Peter's first thought would be to bring you snacks like twinkies, donuts, chocolate and your favourite drink. He'd also grab a box of tissues and then sit beside you and ask if you wanted to talk about what had upset you. He'd be a listening ear if you wanted to rant, or vent. And if you didn't want to talk about it? He'd stay with you and keep you company, giving you hugs (if you'd like) and telling silly stories about how he'd trip when running, or how he accidentally overheard the neighbour's last petty fight.
If you're sick he'd ask his mum to make you soup (he can't cook to save his life) and he'd bring you water and whatever medicines you might need. He'd make sure you had a comfortable spot in the living room and he'd put your favourite movie on the tv.
If you experience menstrual cramps he'd be on his way to the store before you even asked. Hygiene products, bags of your favourite chips, chocolate and extra pain killer medicines would be delivered to you in a little gift basket with a note saying "I love you". After his store run, he'd heat up your heat pack and then snuggle in beside you for cuddles (or on top of you on the couch like a weighted blanket).
If you're overtired he's the first to check in on you. Pete would bring you tea (or juice), a home cooked meal his mum made and then offer to lay down with you and rest, or you both go out somewhere. If you choose to go out somewhere, he'd take you to a skate park first and then for a walk through a park (his plan is to exhaust you physically so you can sleep easier).
If you're stressed he's right there with water. Once your most important work is finished, he's practically begging for you both to do something. His bribe is "only for a few minutes" and you give in knowing it'd be longer than that. You both play a couple games of table tennis and pacman before heading to a park and messing around on the equipment (swings, monkey bars, etc).
~ Nightcrawler ~
If you're sad and crying, at first, he might assume the worst. He'd check if you were injured or hurt, or if someone had been horrible to you then he'd ask you to tell him who it was. No matter what the reasoning, he'd be right there beside you to help you. He'll listen if you need to get it off your chest, he'll teleport briefly to bring you tissues and water, and he'd wrap his tail around your waist to hold you close. If you need a distraction from everything, he'd offer to take you out somewhere like a museum, or aquarium.
If you're sick? He'd bring you everything without question. There's no need for you to get up if you feel faint and dizzy. He'll bring you your medicine, soup and toast, water, an electrolyte drink and he'll check your fever often.
If you experience menstrual cramps, he might not be entirely sure how to help. He'll heat up your heat pack, bring you snacks and pain killer medicine and keep you company. If you want him to read to you, he will. If you want him to watch something with you, then he will. If you want to go out, or stay home, he'd be with you the whole time. He felt bad not knowing how to help you so offering you his company is the least he felt he could do.
If you're overtired, Kurt would make you a sleepy time tea, or your favourite tea, (or a warm milk drink with flavoured syrup). If you're on the couch unable to sleep, he'll slowly teleport in pillows and blankets and plushies until you're completely surrounded. He may put some sort of low-stimulation cartoon on the tv (like old disney) and then offer you a head or back massage while you rest.
If you're stressed, he'd watch you from the shadows of the room you're in. You won't be able to see him because he'd be completely invisible in the dark and he'd use this to his advantage. The minute your priority work was done, he's teleporting over and wrapping you in a big hug. He'd greet you with the biggest smile as if he didn't spend the last fifteen minutes waiting for an opportunity to make you take a break. "Liebling, there's a new cafe just down the street. Would you please join me for a hot drink and cake?" Honestly, how could you resist his bright smile and cheery demeanor? You'd probably respond with something like, "just for a few minutes", but let's be real he wouldn't be letting you return to work until you had a proper half hour break at the very least.
~ Gambit ~
If you're sad and crying, he'd want to know what was wrong straight away. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd offer you a hug and then a distraction instead. You can't be sad if he's finding ways to make you smile. Pulling harmless pranks on Cyclops and Wolverine, raiding the kitchen for the best snacks you can find, sitting on the rooftop with a blanket and your goody haul, watching a group of young mutants play soccer in the distance. The entire time he'd be giving you the cheesiest compliments you'd ever heard.
If you're sick then he'd make homemade chicken noodle soup. Remy is a wonderful cook and he's gonna be determined to make sure you eat something when you're feeling unwell. He wouldn't mind if you didn't want to go to a doctor. He'd get you the medicine you need himself. Remy would a hundred percent cuddle with you if you let him. 'Contagious illness' sounds like a challenge.
If you experience menstrual cramps then he'd bring you everything you ask for (and then some). He'd get you a gift basket of hygiene products, your favourite snacks and chocolate, a stuffed plush of your favourite animal, your favourite soft drink (soda) and even a new cover for your heat pack if yours is getting old or dirty. He'd watch whatever tv you want to. Trashy tv? Sure! Rom-com? Say less! He'd be completely invested in the plot, enough to point out plot holes and make you laugh.
If you're overtired then he'd lay down with you until you can fall asleep. If you struggle with insomnia, he'd read to you (even if you don't fall asleep, at least you can rest and hear a nice story). If you're restless, he'd take you out for a couple of drinks at a nice bar, or maybe a late night snack run. Then he'd drive you both around until you found somewhere nice to stop and eat. If you fall asleep on the drive back home, he'd carry you into the house and to your bed.
If you're stressed and focused on your work to the point you don't even notice him? He'd place a glass of water in front of you and then rest his chin on top of your head. He'd wait for you to finish your current tasks and acknowledge him before he turns you away from your work. "Seems like you need a break, chere." He'd make sure you eat something and then rest. He'll lay on top of you if he has to. He takes stress very seriously and will make sure you don't burn yourself out. If you have to return to work after the break, he'd make you a coffee and sugary snack.
~ Rogue ~
If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear, wanting to know exactly what had happened. She'd get angry on your behalf if it has to do with people, coworkers, or neighbours. If you simply want comfort, then she'd offer you her company and time. She'd take you somewhere nice, like a park, or maybe a nice drive to the beach. Some place where you can feel sad, but hopefully start feeling a little bit better. On the drive, she'd buy you both your favourite fast food.
If you're sick, she'd bring you soup and suggest maybe seeing a doctor. If you insist you don't need a doctor then she'd ask McCoy the best way to help you. He'd suggest the right medicines for your symptoms and the best way you can rest so you'd feel better sooner. She'd keep an eye on you if you had a fever and if it got too high for her liking she'd be taking you to McCoy.
If you experience menstrual cramps? She'd understand very well what you'd be going through. She'd offer you massages (head, shoulders, stomach, back), she'd help you wash up for the day and take the pain killer you need and then she'd make a hearty breakfast for you both to enjoy while watching something on tv.
If you're overtired, she'd offer to take you on a late night drive (or flight) depending on how you felt about heights/flying. She wouldn't be keen on getting food unless it was a little snack and a nice hot drink. If you eat too much food before finally falling asleep, you could wake up feeling sick or unwell from indigestion. She'd also read with you, or stay up painting your nails if you enjoy that and simply talking about life, how your week went and high school stories are definite. She had very interesting high school experiences (her teachers were nightmares).
If you're stressed, she'd insist on you taking a break (whether your most important work was done or not). In her opinion, you can't be burning yourself out over a few tasks at work. The work should be split up better and she'll die on that hill. She'd take you away for a well-earned break, meal and distraction. Anna-Marie would play darts with you, pool/billiards, table tennis and literally any other game if it'll take your mind off your work. Poker, or basketball, maybe even volleyball.
~ Storm ~
If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear and her quiet, comforting presence. She won't make you talk about it if you don't want to, but she'd be there to give you advice if you needed it. Ororo would believe in confronting what had made you upset in the first place, rather than distracting yourself from it. But she'd understand if you wanted some time to process things before dealing with what had happened.
If you're sick she'd a hundred percent cook for you. Toast, a smoothie (yes this counts as cooking), a little plate of cut fruit. She'd cut the fruit into little shapes if it helped you eat it. She'd bring you straight to McCoy, or she'd bring McCoy straight to you. He'd give you some medicine for your symptoms and then let the mother hen Ororo take back over looking after you.
If you experience menstrual cramps, she'd be right there with you. She'd sleep-in with you, make a nice warm bath/shower for you both to enjoy with a couple nice candles and then a warm heat pack right after with your favourite movies lined up to watch on the tv. It'd be a nice rest day for the both of you and she'd love to cuddle with you on the couch with cups of hot chocolate.
If you're overtired then she'd be the first to suggest a walk about the grounds and gardens. She'd get you a melatonin and calming cup of tea (or a hot chocolate) if you'd like. She'd set up a blanket and couple of pillows on the rooftop and lay down with you just watching the stars and pointing out little constellations that she might recognize.
If you're stressed, she'd offer to take you somewhere for a break. She'd wait until your most important work was done and then take you to a planetarium, or museum. Ororo would take you on a little window shopping and even buy you a couple nice new outfits or books. After a few hours, she'd let you return to work, but not without you promising to take more frequent breaks (even if it's just for water and food).
~ Shadowcat ~
If you're sad and crying, she'd immediately want to comfort you with hugs, food and a silly, comedy movie. She won't ask you to talk about it, but she'd be a good listener if you chose to talk about it. She might even suggest playing some 'Just Dance' or pulling a harmless prank on someone to take your mind off whatever was happening.
If you're sick, she'd bring you a cup of soup mix and make it for you. She'd offer to take you to a doctor, but if you refuse she'd get you medicines that'd help ease your symptoms. Something for a runny nose, or a cough and she'd put on your favourite tv show to binge watch together. She may keep her distance though, she won't want to catch your cold or flu.
If you experience menstrual cramps then she understands all too well. She'd offer you her heat pack, pain medicine and hygiene products and then she'd put on the saddest movie she could possibly find so you could both cry and eat chocolate and ice-cream together. She's more likely to do this if she's also started her period. If you don't enjoy watching sad movies? Say no more, she'll find the cringiest comedy you'd ever seen with the worst plot holes. Consistent storyline and character arcs? Never heard of them in this movie or show!
If you're overtired then she'd insist on you resting. You don't have to sleep if you can't, but she'd still insist you rest and close your eyes for a little while. Insomnia? Kitty would get you melatonin, a sleepy time tea (or a cup of warm milk) and then she'd read to you. Just can't stay still to sleep? She'd take you out to walk through the area you live (city, or town) and then you'd both get some snacks from an open late store before heading back home.
If you're stressed she'd offer you a distraction. Kitty would tell you stories from her high school days, or when she first figured out her powers. She'd probably won't wait for you to finish your work, so long as you had a couple days left before you needed to finish it. She'd drag you away to take a very necessary break. You'd both bake, or cook, together, have a little nap and maybe even do face masks/a skincare routine together.
Summary: A visiting Yautja clan quickly learns the consequences of disrespecting King’s pregnant human mate.
The arrival of another clan always changed the atmosphere of the stronghold long before their ships ever appeared, because among the Yautja, visits between clans were never simple matters of diplomacy or celebration, instead, they were carefully balanced displays of strength, hierarchy, and control where every gesture, every word, and every movement carried meaning under the surface.
You could feel the change everywhere around you.
The guards stationed throughout the halls stood straighter than usual, their armour ceremonial rather than practical. At the same time, servants and lower-ranked warriors moved with noticeably greater urgency through the towering stone corridors. They were preparing feasting halls, organising trophies for display, and ensuring that every inch of the stronghold reflected the power of the King who ruled it.
And because you carried his child, because his heir now grew safely underneath your heart, the tension surrounding the visit seemed even sharper than before.
You sat near the great fire within the upper chamber, one hand resting against the curve of your stomach while the flames cast warm light across the stone walls, and despite the comfort of the room, you could still sense the unease spreading throughout the fortress like an approaching storm.
The child had been moving since morning, restless and strong, moving under your skin often enough that you wondered if perhaps he could somehow feel your mate’s tension as clearly as you could.
The doors to your chamber opened heavily.
Your mate entered, and even after everything the two of you had shared together, the sight of him still carried the same overwhelming presence that had once frightened entire villages, because there was simply no way to ignore a creature built so powerfully, wrapped in armour and trophies, carrying himself with the kind of confidence only a true ruler could possess.
Yet despite his terrifying appearance, his attention found only you.
Always you.
His eyes swept across the room first, assessing in the instinctive way of a hunter, ensuring no danger had entered his territory before finally settling where you sat beside the fire.
“There you are,” you murmured, smiling as he approached.
He crossed the chamber in slow steps until he stood directly in front of you, one large hand moved carefully against the swell of your stomach with a surprising gentleness that never failed to make you smile.
The child shifted almost immediately under his touch. A pleased rumble sounded from deep within his chest at the reaction.
“They approach,” he said after a moment, his voice low and steady.
“The western clan?” you asked quietly.
“Yes.”
You knew of them already, at least through stories and reputation, because the western clan was among the oldest surviving bloodlines still aligned with your mate’s territory, made up of hunters known for their efficiency and deep devotion to honour, though they were also infamous for their pride and unwillingness to tolerate weakness in any form.
Your fingers brushed lightly against his wrist.
“You’ve been tense all day.”
“They are guests,” he answered carefully.
You smiled faintly because that was not truly the issue.
“And?”
His mandibles moved slightly before his eyes dropped briefly toward your stomach once more.
“You carry my heir.”
There it was.
The real concern.
Since your pregnancy became visible, your mate’s protective instincts had intensified to almost absurd levels, to the point where nothing entered your chambers without inspection, no warrior approached you without permission, and even the healers who examined you regularly found themselves watched with heavy scrutiny.
At first, you had found it excessive.
Now, strangely enough, you found it comforting.
“You know they are not going to challenge me,” you said softly, tilting your head up toward him.
“They would not survive it.”
The confidence in his answer made you laughh.
“You are very intense.”
“I am correct.”
“You usually are.”
That answer seemed to satisfy him enough that some of the tension left his posture, and then he leaned down and pressed his forehead briefly against yours in one of the rare moments of intimacy he allowed himself when no one was watching.
“You will remain beside me during the gathering,” he told you.
“I assumed as much.”
“You will not leave my sight.”
“You say that as though I wander endlessly when you are not looking.”
“You would if allowed.”
That made you laugh properly, and for a short moment, you watched the severity in his expression soften at the sound.
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The visiting clan arrived before nightfall, their ships descending while warriors lined the entrance hall in ceremonial formation, creating a display impressive enough that even you found yourself pausing to admire the sheer scale of it all. Even though you have seen it before. They never fail to amaze you.
When the western clan finally entered the great hall, they did so with the confidence of warriors who feared nothing, their leader walking first, his huge frame decorated with sea-creature bones, polished skull fragments, and old scars that spoke of countless victories earned across many worlds.
Your mate remained seated beside you on the elevated stone platform overlooking the hall below, his posture relaxed enough to appear respectful while still carrying the unmistakable dominance of a King within his own territory, and as expected, his hand rarely strayed far from where it rested protectively near you.
The Western leader noticed you immediately.
Of course, he did.
A human seated beside a King was impossible to ignore.
Still, unlike lesser warriors, he possessed enough wisdom not to allow surprise to turn into disrespect, and after studying you for a moment, he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement before addressing your mate directly.
“Your Queen is honoured greatly within your halls,” he observed.
“She is, as she should be,” your mate answered immediately before you even had the chance to speak.
“Yes,” he replied. “Of course.”
For a while, the gathering remained peaceful as stories of hunts echoed throughout the halls, trophies were examined and admired, and warriors traded tales of victories earned through blood and skill, while servants carried endless platters of food between the enormous stone tables.
You almost began to relax.
Almost.
Then two younger warriors ruined everything.
You noticed them long before your mate did, mostly because they lacked the discipline to hide their interest properly, their eyes staying on you too long while whispering between themselves with faces carrying familiar arrogance young hunters often mistook for confidence.
One finally spoke while passing near the elevated platform.
“A human carrying royal blood,” he remarked mockingly. “The King lowers himself.”
The entire hall fell silent instantly.
You felt the change in the atmosphere. It was like a blade pressing against exposed skin.
Your mate did not move immediately, which somehow felt more dangerous than if he had exploded into violence, because slow anger from him was always far worse than impulsive rage.
Very slowly, he turned his head toward the two warriors. The sheer weight of his attention caused several nearby hunters to lower their eyes.
“You speak boldly,” your mate said quietly.
The second warrior, foolish beyond reason, actually laughed.
“She is prey pretending to be queen.”
Your mate rose to his feet.
Every sound inside the great hall disappeared entirely.
You remained seated despite the quickening pulse in your chest while your mate descended the platform with calm steps, not rushing, not roaring, not losing control even for a moment, because this was not mindless fury.
This was judgement.
The western clan leader exhaled slowly through his mandibles, disappointment evident in the sound.
“The young die foolishly,” he muttered.
Only then did the two warriors seem to understand the magnitude of their mistake.
Far too late.
Your mate stopped directly in front of them, towering over both.
“You insult my mate,” he said.
Neither warrior answered.
“You insult my unborn child.”
Still silence, then his voice lowered further.
“You insult me.”
The first warrior attacked in panic. It was the worst decision he could have made.
Your mate caught the strike effortlessly before twisting hard enough to shatter the warrior’s arm completely, and the sound of bone breaking echoed throughout the silent hall only moments before his wrist blades drove cleanly through the warrior’s throat.
Blood sprayed across the floor.
The body collapsed instantly.
The second warrior barely had enough time to draw his weapon before your mate turned towards him, and though the younger hunter fought harder than the first, it changed absolutely nothing about the outcome.
You watched every moment
And strangely, rather than fear, all you felt was pride.
Because your mate did not fight wildly.
He fought with purpose.
With absolute certainty.
The final blow split the second warrior open across the chest, sending his lifeless body crashing heavily onto the blood-covered stone beside his companion.
Silence followed.
Your mate stood over the bodies, breathing slowly while neon blood dripped from his blades onto the floor. Then the western clan leader rose calmly from his seat.
“Their deaths are justified,” he declared for the entire hall to hear. “They disrespected the Queen.”
Agreement rumbled immediately throughout the gathered warriors.
None challenged it
None dared.
Only then did your mate finally turn back to you, and the moment his eyes found you again, the fury visibly lessened, as he returned immediately to your side, one large hand settling protectively against your stomach as though reassuring himself that both you and the child remained unharmed.
You looked up at him with a faint smile.
“That was excessive,” you murmured teasingly.
“They were warned.”
“You enjoyed that.”
“They insulted you.”
“Yes,” you said softly. “They did.”
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By the following evening, the skulls of the two fallen warriors decorated your home.
Cleaned and mounted high along the stone walls overlooking the entrance, they served both as trophies and as warnings to anyone foolish enough to forget what happened to those who disrespected the Queen of the stronghold.
Deep within your chambers, the fire crackled warmly as you rested comfortably beside your mate, wrapped in heavy furs.
For the first time since the western clan’s arrival, he finally seemed fully at ease.
You leaned against his side while one of his large hands rested over your stomach, feeling the strong movements of the child moving underneath your skin every so often, and when the baby kicked particularly hard, your mate immediately looked down with interest.
Another movement followed beneath his palm.
A deep, pleased rumble echoed from his chest.
“He grows stronger already,” he murmured.
“He is going to be enormous,” you sighed dramatically.
“As he should be.”
Eventually, your eyes moved toward the mounted skulls decorating the walls.
“You know,” you said thoughtfully, “most husbands bring flowers.”
Your mate looked toward the trophies before looking back at you.
“They brought disrespect.”
“And you brought home their heads.”
“They are decorative.”
The seriousness in his voice made you laugh hard enough that your stomach tightened slightly, immediately causing his attention to snap back toward you.
“You are in pain?”
“No,” you managed between soft laughter. “I am fine.”
He continued watching you carefully for another moment before finally relaxing once more, after which he leaned down and rested his forehead gently against yours.
“My Queen,” he murmured.
You closed your eyes, smiling, while his hand remained protectively over both you and your unborn child,
You were surrounded by warmth, safety, and the guarantee that no force in the universe would ever be allowed to harm either of you while your King was alive.
