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[starwarsalltypesoflove]

SW - ALL TYPES OF LOVE WEEK

INFO

Star Wars: All Types of Love week is a fandom event of fancreations, lasting a week, that celebrates love in its many forms! Since we celebrate romantic love and familial love often, we thought it might be time to give an opportunity for other kinds of love to shine!

Inspired by the Ancient Greek Philosophers and their seven kinds of love, we aim to showcase those different, less celebrated loves. Rooting for the little guys!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

No sign-up, nothing. Just create!!!

Post during the appropriate week and you’re good!

We welcome any kind of creation, as long as it is truly yours. Even old posts being reblogged is fine! Old creations deserve as much love as new ones.

Fanfics, fanarts, moodboards, fanvids, fancomics, banners, playlists… An epic fic or a 100 word drabble, an amazing painting or a stick figures funny scene- we love it all!!

WHEN TO POST

Wednesday 7th of February, 00h00 PST, to Wednesday 14th of February, 23h59 PST.

HOW TO POST

Post under the tag SWATOLW during the week the event is running. Add the tag of the type of love you are representing. 

Be sure to @ us so we can appreciate what you’ve made and put it in the round-up!

WHAT TO POST

Star Wars characters, places, animals, games… Be it from the movies, the novels, the comics, the shows like The Clone Wars, The Mandalorian, Andor or even your own OC, the important parts are:

It must be from the Star Wars fandom

It must be about Love and that love must be not romantic or familial

To get a better idea of what we mean by that, you can read more about the seven types of love here. In short, we want to give a chance to shine to:

Love of Friends #philia

Love of Strangers #agape

Love of Partners #pragma

Love of Players #ludus

Love of Self #philautia

You can post about any of these, at any time of the week. There isn’t a day assigned to each type. The point is to create without pressure and celebrate all the types of love we don’t often focus on! The more of these you depict, the more we will love you for it!

QUESTIONS

“I love my two clones who are bffs, but they are clones. Does their love count as familial?”

Well, the truth rather depends on your point of view how you present it.

Pairs like Fives and Echo, and Rex and Cody, are usually understood in canon and fandom to be family. They can be friends too, but we’d prefer to focus on other pairs for this event. Post another time. We’re sure people will love it.

Alpha-17 and Cody have a cross-generational friendship? As long as the way their relationship is described/shown isn’t the dynamic of big brother & younger brother, or father figure & son figure, it’s good!

Want to show off Waxer & Boil being two peas in a pod? We would love that! As long as it isn’t a ship or they, the characters, don’t feel like the other is kin in the way we understand it.

“I want to show my two Mandalorians who are Partners In Bounty Hunting, but they are from the same clan. Does this work?”

No. I’m sorry, but it does not. We consider clan to be the SW equivalent of immediate family, a close circle, so it’s not the right event for this. But it does work if they are just from the same house or faction!

“Can I do two Jedi who are teammates and lovers?”

You can show any characters (two, three, four…) having a relationship that is sexual and based on love. As long as that love is not romantic.

If what moves your Jedi is the sense of purpose found in duty, the common love for the Light and the wider galaxy, the playfulness and affection shared between bed partners, these feelings can be as big as the moon, and it is still fine!

That is the whole point!

Feelings can be enormous and serious and important and still not be romantic or familial.

But if it’s shown or implied that the relationship is romantic/familial or turning so at some point, that is not what our event is focused on.

We know people are a bit tired from the holidays and that Valentine’s Day is a period often rich with events, which is why we put these conditions so it can be as low-pressure as possible. The point is to rejoice in all the breadth and the richness of the human sentient experience of love. In the love of Star Wars. And in the love of this community.

Be civil and show goodwill to participants and spectators. Be kind. YKINMKATO. Go crazy! Be creative! Have fun!

Love!

@swfandomevents

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[redheadspark]

May I request "I'm so so sorry, you don't deserve that," with Benedict bridgerton please 💗

A/N - Thanks for the request, anon!

Joy

Summary - Benedict knows how to bring you joy

Warnings - Mostly angst with a hint of fluff in the end

Benedict opened the door into your personal study just at the very moment you held your head in your hands, a singular piece of paper on the desk in your mother's writing and some tears were evident on the paper.  He panicked, closing the door right behind him as he walked into the study.

“Darling?” He asked, making his way over to your side as you were attempting to hide your tears from him.  But it was no use, some of the tears were stashing the letter now as Benedict reached for your clammy hand.  You laced your fingers together, Benedict coaxing you to look at him and see his eyes that were filled with worry and the worst thoughts.

“My mother,” You simply stated, Benedict’s eyes moving from you to the tear-stained paper.  He took the letter with his spare hand, scanning the letter rapidly with his eyes as you were attempting to wipe the tears away.  From what he was reading and digesting in the letter, it all was negative feedback at your mother’s usual tactics in trying to make you feel bad for being a Bridgerton wife.  Benedict was already on thin ice with her because of his family name, your mother was far too traditional for her daughter to be courted by a family that had a so-called “reputation” among the elite and upper class.  

Yet you never cared, you are simply in love with Benedict and his love for art and life.  You two fell for each other hard and fast, courting for several months before you broke the engagement to your mother.  She was shocked, thinking of it as another scandal in the making, and was instantly against it.  No matter how many times you told her Benedict was a good man, giving her proof of a suitable living situation and his contributions to art and the community, she only focused on his last name and the scandals of the past.

Even a year later she still spoke ill towards you and your new family, which made it worse for you.

Benedict could only sigh as he placed the letter to the side and reached over to embrace you in his arms.  The last thing he wanted to do was upset you more since he could say plenty of ill things to his mother-in-law.  You placed boundaries with her when you and Benedict were married, knowing that it was the best way to both be happy and to have a relationship with her.  But of course, your mother never minded the jabs every now and then, to which Benedict’s dislike for her was growing by the day.  Yet you never let those words deter you from your love for him, making Benedict all the more proud to be your husband.  

“I can’t believe she disinvited us to her home for Christmas,” You mumbled into his shirt, Benedict told you a bit tighter as you were clinging onto him for support, “I thought she was turning a corner with us and how she feels about us.”

“As did I, Darling,” Benedict hummed in agreement as he pressed a kiss in your hair, “But your mother is set in her ways, which is no excuse for how she treats her own kin,”

“I thought it would be better for her since my father died,” You said in a whisper, “He loved you.  I wish he was here to speak reason with her,”

Benedict pushed the hair out of your eyes as he made you look up at him.  Your prestige bright eyes that he loved and adored were pouring into his as he gave you a somber look.

“I’m so so sorry, you don’t deserve that,” He calmly said to you as he pressed his forehead against yours, “You know that you have my family who adores you.  My sisters are obsessed with you, and my brothers always tell me I’m a lucky man to have you.  Especially Anthony, he tells me daily until he’s blue in the face,”

You cracked a grin, Benedict chuckling at the sight of you finally smiling.

“I know it hurts, what your mother is doing to you.  But you still have a family, with my own mother, and my siblings.  And of course with me. I’m your family, okay?”  He asked, you sighed and nodded your head as he kissed you softly.  Every time your mother shot you down and made you feel small, Benedict built you up and made you strong.  Fresh flowers in your vase by your bedside, new paintings and sketches that he was inspired by as a gift to you on your birthday or anniversary, and simply giving you the love and affection that he knew you craved.

“Now If I know my mother, she would be over the moon to host the pair of us for Christmas, along with the rest of the family,” Benedict said to you as he helped you out of the chair and wrapped an arm around you, “It’s already been decided actually: Anthony and Kate will be there along with Daphne and Simon.”

“Sounds lovely, Benedict,” You said with a giggle, feeling him peck you with kisses all over your face as you were giggling and trying to duck away from him.  A chorus of laughter was heard from your study, changing the mood from somber and sadness to lightness and joy.  

Benedict would do that every day just to bring a smile to your face. 

The End

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #benedict bridgerton angst #benedict bridgeton x female reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑

summary: in the quiet nights of liyue, you may hear it; a lonely song echoing in jueyun karst...

pairing: xiao x gn! reader

warnings: angst/ comfort, survivor’s guilt, allusion to self-sacrifice, taking place after the perilous trail quest

The air was silent as the world stood still, no animal cry to be heard, no grass blade to be moved. As always, the mountains of Jueyun Karst was the ethereal depiction of grace and tranquillity. Yet, in the night’s peace, a hauntingly beautiful melody hung like mist between the clouds of Qingyun Peak and filled the air with sorrow and mourning. Despite mortals avoiding the mountain passage, some have borne witness to this song, spinning tales and myths recounting the story of a lonely spirit wandering Liyue in search of… Well, people weren’t quite sure.

It wasn’t the first time the young yaksha sat atop one of the Karst’s many floating islands, his back against cold stone, amber eyes shutting out the present. Perhaps it was the closest he would ever get to a moment of rest, lamenting his friends’ passing so many centuries ago.

Lately, his tune had taken on an even more sombre tone, fresh emotion bleeding into his cries. Xiao despised himself for his moment of weakness, whether it was being helpless when his fellow yaksha suffered or coming here instead of abiding by his duty.

Truthfully, it was no longer only because of his contract with Rex Lapis he vowed to keep the nation safe. No, despite his best efforts to strictly separate mortals and adepti, someone had worked their way into his heart; someone who was good and whose smile Xiao wanted to preserve forever. Someone who didn’t deserve to be tainted by his karmic debt but who he couldn’t pull away from now that he had embraced them.

But it wasn’t only the guilt of endangering the person he loved which weighed on his mind. After a new light had been cast on an old mystery, Xiao had inevitably been forced to face scars which ran deeper than he’d ever like to admit. And with that confrontation came the remorse he so desperately tried to push further down every day he walked the mortal plane.

From the first time he had picked up a spear, Xiao had been a weapon, a lethal pawn pushed around on someone’s chess board. Fortunately, he was given the opportunity to atone for his previous sins with his duty as a yaksha, his fellow kin by his side.

They were the ones who had always longed for a mortal life, the ones who had believed they’d one day all be accepted into a society not meant for them. Yet, he was the only one who had received an invitation to mundane life… The only one who didn’t deserve it.

Back in the chasm, he should have—

Then, he heard it- the slowly approaching footsteps, the rustling grass, the animated breathing, he heard it all. But it was only the familiar touch on his shoulder, paired with the call of his name, which caught up to him and woke him from his sorrowful dream.

“Here you are,” your familiar voice said. As if the sun had started to rise in the dead of night, an inner warmth soon filled him when you took a seat next to him, leaning against his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind me being here but I was just really worried.”

“Worried? What for?” Amber eyes focused entirely on you before scouring the area. “Is someone threatening you? Are you being followed?”

“No, silly,” you soothed, placing a hand on his, which had instinctively wrapped around the jade spear by his side, “I’m worried about you, of course. You seem more troubled lately and I don’t know how I can help or if I can help at all. I just want to be here for you.”

You could tell Xiao was searching for something in your eyes before he broke your gaze. Many times you had shared your troubles with him and pride had filled his chest at the trust you put in him. Never once had he even considered the thought of ridiculing your struggle, no matter how major or minuscule it might have been to him. So perhaps, he too could confide in the person before him?

It might have been the calming sway of the qingxin flowers surrounding you, the approaching morning sun or the genuine love he saw in your eyes but, on top of those mountains, Xiao recounted as much as he could, shared as many memories as his brain provided him with. And although he laid them out for you to see, the yaksha felt less empty than the whole time he kept them all inside.

“I’m the only one who didn’t lose their life,” Xiao shakily breathed, voice quiet and meek. “I’m the only one who didn’t have to suffer.”

“Oh but you suffered greatly, can’t you see? Every day, you fight this feeling and endure this pain. And you lost so, so much,” you said, a warm hand sheltering his heart. “You lost your friends, your family, who you loved and cared for. What greater loss could there possibly be?

“I can’t promise that things will be okay because I frankly don’t know if they will be. But I’d like to believe so. We can’t go back to the past, we can’t undo what we’ve done and, even more so, we can’t undo the things we didn’t have any control over in the first place. So, sometimes, all you can do is take a deep breath and start again.” Trying to collect your thoughts, you lifted your head from his shoulder. “What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to accept joy and happiness without drowning them in guilt. Everyone deserves to be happy, that includes you.”

“Do you really think that is possible?” Xiao hesitantly reached out to intertwine your fingers, emboldened by the way you reciprocated his motion. “For someone like me?”

“Yes, I do, truly. If it makes you feel any better, I’m very grateful you’re still here. And sure, I could feel guilty about enjoying your company when I know of the burden you bear. But there are moments in life where you have to be selfish,” you whispered before placing a soft kiss to his forehead, where a beautiful purple mark sat. Cupping his face, you took in his watery golden eyes and gave him an understanding smile.

“So I selfishly chose to love you.”

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[pianocat939]

Celina! I just had the weirdest idea!

Coralline au!

M/c lives in a world identical-if not exact- to ours…

But!

There is a small door in m/c’s room that takes them to the rottmnt dimension.

The turtles are the ‘beldams’ of the story, the only difference being their world isn’t a fake trap used to kidnap children and devour their souls. Their world is literally rottmnt only they are yanderes with button eyes. Also every other character that isn’t one of the turtles is strangely not there-

M/c’s home dimension- to help follow some of the plot from Coraline- kinda sucks. Neglectful parents who are so strung up in their work, they don’t notice m/c. M/c would live in a two-story small house (mainly because I don’t know how I would fit the other characters into this, so they don’t exist here).

M/c loves rottmnt, and so finding a doorway that leads them to a parallel universe with the rise characters only they have sewn on button eyes would surely make m/c really happy at first, given her current circumstances. Yeah sure, they act a little different and kinder compared to the show, but they seem really nice! What’s the worst that could come from staying a little longer?

I can imagine the turtles seeing m/c as their own kin- but not in the delusional “ I am related to you by blood way. More in a “you are our adopted sibling/child” kind of way. They believe they should be the ones to take care of m/c because, clearly, their parents aren’t doing that good of a job at it.

I also wanted a huge motivator for the turtles going platonic yandere on m/c, so I decided to add a bit of angst to this au. Everyone but the turtles is dead, minus background characters.Either by the Shredder or Krang, they are all dead. Or they never existed in this world! Either way, m/c still has no answer as the turtles never talk about them.

Also, Donnie has most likely already stalked m/c before their arrival in their world, which allows the other turtles to already have crucial knowledge on m/c that will aid them in their goals. Poor m/c still hasn’t noticed the cameras-

Once m/c realizes what is going on, it would be far too late to stop it. M/c’s only contacts in their world is their parents, and they won’t believe m/c! Though, it may not be too hard to convince them, seeing as they are already kidnapped and locked away-

The only thing m/c can even do to escape is run and hope to find a new caretaker, because they ain’t getting their parents back from the turtles. I guess the other option is to re-enter the other-world, which would most likely result in m/c being tied down whilst Mikey stitches buttons on their eyes don’t worry, Donnie has already gave them something to make them go numb. They don’t feel a thing physically!

Now, let’s say m/c somehow freed her parents and escaped. Now, m/c would have to burn down the entire house and find a new place to live, because they WILL find a way to get through the door if it is intact. Though, this may not even save m/c, because Donnie could easily make another one in their new home…

(Is this good? I hope it is. I love how we both just torture m/c with fictional mutant turtles with superpowers-)

Yes, it's very detailed! It's great.

Tw: restraints, implied forced surgery(?),

"Look at you! So pretty with your button eyes!" Mikey holds your face in his hands. "Now you're officially a member of the family!" His grin is wide, and a sense of glee is evident on his face.

"Yeah, you have a nice pair of buttons, bud." Raph also smiles at you, kneeling down to be closer to your eye level. His onyx, dead button "eyes" stare back at you. "I'm so happy to have you as our new member."

Leo strokes your head, "No more having to go back to the place...That wretched place where your so-called parents harboured you. But it's alright, no more having to be neglected by them! You'll just be coddled with all the brotherly and parental love you deserve!" His expression darkens when he mentions your parents, malice seeping through his words.

"And as a celebration and in memory of this wonderful event-" Donnie turns his back to you, his metal spider arm holding his phone, "Say 'Buttoning!'" Everybody poses as the camera clicks, cheering the word 'Buttoning!' alongside Donatello.

But you...You weren't smiling in the picture, you had a look of horror. Restrained in Mikey's chains, unable to speak in fear of what they would do.

#blurbs #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

[pandulce135]

Sick With Your Sibling (2012! Mikey & Sibling-Esque! Reader)

Note: Honestly, not my best work, however, I had the idea and put it in my docs. Maybe I'll rework it in the future, who knows. I really wanted to finish it sooner than later, but then a bunch of stuff hit so.. yippee. Mikey deserves so much more love from his brothers in the 2012 show i'm putting my foot down here. I think I kin mikey ;;;

Warnings: Not proofread in any capacity. Kind of ooc but, ehh

The seasons were changing and more and more work was piling up on your shoulders as the school year began to get into full gear. On top of the clubs you partook in, as well as all the work for your numerous classes, not to mention the looming threat of the Kraang and the Shredder, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting sick from exhaustion. With tired eyes, a runny nose and full body aches, you were in for a bumpy ride. 

You sat in your bed, the covers up to your shoulders as you both shivered and sweated. To the side was a box of tissues and on the floor was a trash can already full of gross used tissues. The box was nearly empty but you felt too heavy and too tired to move out of bed to grab a second box. 

There was a pain in your side as you tried to adjust to a more comfortable position and a sharp hiss was pushed out through gritted teeth. Your shoulders felt like it was carrying the weight of the Shell-Raiser, tense and knotted. Not even a massage could get these aches out of you. Your feet, which had been slathered in Vicks VapoRub and covered with fuzzy socks, ached like you have been standing for hours on end. 

Your entire day has been spent on bed watching Leo’s favorite show Space Defenders. You didn’t see the appeal but had promised to watch it. It was easy to point out the flaws of the characters then guess the endings of each episode and it didn’t take long to get bored of it. But it remained playing on the computer screen while you scrolled through your phone to find a game to play. That’s when you got a notification from Mikey. 

Mikes: hey my dude just checking in. you doin okay???

You: If ‘almost done with my tissues and feeling too heavy to replace the box’ is okay, then I’m just dandy :)

Mikes: you want me to come over? i can make you some soup! we can play games or relax or whatever!!!

You: Are you sure? You might get sick too…

Mikes: nah, i’ll be fine. i’ll be right over!!!

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, only to feel the familiar scratchy feeling in the back of your throat. The soft chuckle quickly turned into a hacking cough as you desperately sat up and reached for your water bottle that sat on the nightstand next to your bed. 

“Hey, dudette, you should really consider locking your window. You never know what freaks could be climbing through at any given moment,” Mikey announced his arrival as he climbed through your window. He landed on his feet just in time to see you nearly inhaling the content of your water bottle. “Oh, jeez, you good?” He took a step forward just as you finished off the water. 

With a gasp of air, you responded, “Just peachy.” You weren’t ‘peachy.’ Your voice was raspy, your hair was a rat’s nest and you probably look like you haven’t slept in a week… which isn’t far from the truth considering all the work place on your shoulders, but still!

Mikey winced at your tone. “You don’t sound peachy…” He made his way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You watched as the skin where his brows would be furrowed upward as he looked around at your bed, taking in the tissue box, your disheveled comforter and numerous stuffed animals thrown about haphazardly. His eyes wandered back to you. “You don’t even look peachy. More cantaloupe skin pale.” He watched as you frowned before letting out an amused sigh. His shoulders relaxed. 

Sitting up, you leaned your back against the headrest of your bed. “What’s up, little man?” You felt a drop of something wet begin to drip out of your nose which you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “Something on your mind?” The drip came back and you reached for a tissue to wipe your nose more effectively. 

Mikey leaned his shell against the wall behind him. “Nah, nothing is really up here.” He lazily pointed a green finger to his head. You didn’t miss how he looked down at his lap as he let his hand fall. “That’s what Donnie and Raph say, anyway.” His voice came out quieter, almost sheepish. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. How can they continue to get away with talking so poorly to Mikey? Sure, the young turtle before you was a bit rambunctious and reckless at times. Maybe he is a little loud and obnoxious. But he cares! He’s adventurous and curious. He’s just growing up. Maybe he’s not as mature as his brothers yet, but he’s Mikey. You wouldn’t want him any other way. 

“Boo. They’re dumb.” You gave a thumbs down as your tongue poked out at the side of your mouth. 

“Don't let Donnie hear you say that,” Mikey tried to joke, but you continued on.

“You’re you, Mikey. I wouldn’t want you to change for anyone.” You gave as wide of a smile as you could muster to the orange clad turtle sitting on your bed. 

His eyes widened, still holding a hint of sadness that looked unbearably wrong on him. “You really think that?” He asked in a near silent voice. He was being so vulnerable right now, you couldn’t let him continue thinking negatively about himself. 

You reached out for one of his three fingered hands and held it tight. “With all my heart.” Your eyes were stern but gentle as they stared into Mikey’s. 

He couldn’t help himself when he began to sniffle. In a flash, his arms wrapped around your torso and held you close as his head leaned against yours. “You’re like the best big sister I don’t have!” Mikey cried out, holding you tight. You couldn’t stop yourself from hugging back just as tightly. 

“Mikey, you’re gonna get sick,” you warned, your voice still raspy and your throat still scratchy. 

He loosened his hold but still didn’t let go. “I doubt it. I’m a mutant, remember? Super cool and part turtle?” You let out another chuckle, which, again, turned into another coughing fit as you forced yourself away from Mikey to cough into your arm. “Woah, you’re gonna cough up a lung! Can I get you anything?”

Your voice was nearly gone as you finished your violent coughing that left you gasping for air. “Water…” You reached out dramatically as your head fell back against the pillow you had propped up against the headrest. “I need… water,” your voice tapered off as your hand fell off the side of the bed. 

Mikey couldn’t help but laugh as he got up from your bed. “Water coming right up!” He announced as he left your room. 

“Another box of tissues, too!” You called as loudly as your throat would allow… which was hardly audible. At least in your opinion. Eh, you still had a few more in this box. You laid back down in your bed as you waited, your phone above your head, lighting up your face as you continued to scroll through it. 

It took all of two minutes for Mikey to return to your room with a few water bottles, an armful of snacks and, to your surprise, another box of tissues. 

Your eyes nearly twinkled in the laptop light that still had Space Defenders playing on it. “Mikey, you’re a gem.” 

He struck a pose with a wide smile. “I know.” With the movement, a water bottle and a bag of chips fell to the floor, earning a stifled laugh from you. You hid your smile behind your arm as you watched him retrieve his fallen items and climb back into the bed with you. 

You sat back up and immediately grabbed a bottle of water to chug in hopes it would get rid of the tickling at the back of your throat. It didn’t. Instead, it felt as if the water went down in a big ball, making you pry the bottle away from your lips and place a hand on your chest as if that would help the water go down any nicer. 

“Whoa, easy there-”

“Why must the entities that reign make me suffer in such a way?” You croaked out, staring up at the ceiling as the pain in your chest finally settled. You heard Mikey laugh over the rustling of a bag of chips. 

“You ask great questions, sister,” he chuckled, shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth. 

There was a moment of silence between the two of you where only the rustling of the bag followed by crunching and Space Defenders was heard. Finally, you looked over at Mikey, who seemed to have all of his attention grabbed by the show and chips. 

You couldn’t stop thinking of how his brothers view him. Of how he really made you feel like a big sister, even as an only child. You really did love Mikey, but in a more protective manner. 

“You know how I’m an only child, right?” You asked out of seemingly nowhere. Mikey seemed to pop out of the control of the laptop to look over at you. 

“Yeah?”

“When I was younger, I always wanted to have a younger sibling. Alas, that never happened. Then I got older and got to meet you and your brothers.” You smiled at the orange clad turtle. “You’re like the little brother I never had, Mikey.” 

His eyes were wide as he sat silently, staring at you. In the corners you swore you could almost see tears forming. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. We’re like siblings from another…” you paused to think for a second, trying to find the best way to finish the phrase, “...organic… life form?” 

There was a short pause before Mikey fell forward onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “That was awful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forgive me for trying to be heartfelt!”

“More like cringey!”

“You’re so mean!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah-huh!”

~~~~~

“Mind telling us how you got so sick, Mikey?” Donnie asked, standing over Mikey who was suffering in his bed. It felt ten degrees colder with Donnie in the room than without. 

Mikey thought about what you would say at this moment. It was almost like a lightbulb went off in his mind when he finally thought of the phrase you would use. With narrowed eyes and a sly smile Mikey spoke, “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

“Alright, I’ll text ‘em to let you know they got you sick.”

“What? No!” Mikey dragged out the no to be whinier. “They’ll say ‘I told you so!’”

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfic #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #mikey x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #sibling reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #give mikey some love #plz #i beg #sibling relationship

[thehoneyknight]

Memoria, sketch pages 81-96

(Radiant Arc 10, 3.35)

(Page 85 has a unique page format with two dialogues. For clarity of reading each separate dialogue will be done in turns and labelled as such)

Page 81

Honey- ???

Comban- Hi there! It’s nice to meet you!

Honey- !

Vespa- Vessel, the Beespeak charm now in your possession allows you to understand us of Hive Blood. It suits you well, no?

Fear not. I know well the limitations of your emptiness. Although from what I’ve seen so far, perhaps you are not as ‘hollow’ as old Wyrm intended. Nevertheless, Vessel, I do not know why you are here. Comban trusts you, it seems. Enough so to request an audience with me on your behalf.

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Page 82

Vespa- He wants you safe. If you had entered my kingdom under any other terms, if you were any other Vessel… I would have you killed.

Vessel, I have a proposition. Join us. Become a part of my Hive. Defend us at any cost, against any threat. I know what I ask of you is difficult, Vessel. It may cost you your life, ask you to betray your kin, or abandon your purpose. But I feel this opportunity may benefit us all. Our situation is worsening. The plague. It’s spreading.

We declined the Pale One’s offer to aid in Hallownest’s perpetuation. It is wrong to go against nature itself. But I have since come to realise the Infection is not an act of nature. It is an act of revenge.

And whilst her intentions are… understandable… I cannot let it continue here. Vessels have hurt us in the past but in times like these we need to move forwards from our histories. If Comban here has learned to trust you then I am willing to give you, Vessel, a chance.

-

Page 83

Vespa- Bridge the gap between honey and void. Become Bee Vessel. Become The Honey Knight.

As Queen Vespa I officially grant you the title, Bee Vessel.

((Ch1.3))

((Ch1.4))

((Ch1.5))

Comban- Honey Knight… Hey,

-

Page 84

Comban- Can I just call you Honey?

--But besides that. If you’d let me… I’d like to be your friend. Friend.

Argent- Friend!

Radiance- Friend.

((Ch1.6))

Radiance- You cling to false emptiness, Vessel. Light will always overcome the Void. It is the way of our history.

-

Page 85 (Comban/Mato)

Comban- Honey? You’re… Stop this! Please?

Mato- I’m here! (!) Little one…?

-

Page 85 (Honey/Radiance)

Radiance- The seals of Dream and Wyrm may not be broken but I may still reach those who harbour thought and mind.

Your mind is thinking. Your will is breaking. You have no voice yet you cry out in suffering. Vessel, I have you. Now Dream. No.

As much as I would love to annihilate each pawn of Wyrm placed before me, neither of us have such powers to strike physically. Of now I can only make you a pawn of my own. The limitations of our time together are drawing to a close. Just like you, the one holding me prisoner is failing and soon I will be free.

I will be remembered.

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Page 86

Radiance- I grow tired of our talk. As I return your mind to body see how grandly I have taken advantage of the abilities you have acquired under my control. Wait… What is this? Vespa? NO.

Comban- Honey!

Radiance- Vessel. (Destroy Hive Knight)

Comban- Honey?

Radiance- Vessel, (Attack)(Kill The Nailmaster)

Comban- Honey! Honey! Honey! You’re okay!

-

Page 87

Comban- Honey, this is Nailmaster Mato. Without his help I’m not sure what would’ve happened.

Honey- !

Mato- Do you remember me, little one?

Honey- ?

Mato- Comban, be sure to tell Honey Knight  what happened. They deserve to know the truth, no matter how harsh.

Comban- You, uh, weren’t you. If Mato hadn’t thought of the honey, I don’t know… I just don’t know.

Honey- (???)(Tap Tap)

Comban- The honey? Oh, why it drove out the Infection? That’s Vespa’s Blessing!

((Ch1.7))

-

Page 88

((Ch1.8))

(Argent- This is as far as I go, my friend.)

Honey- (!) (A familiar face…)

Tembur- Secret agent-

((Ch1.10))

Vespa- Bee Vessel, I do not underestimate you. I see the fearsome strength you have the potential to attain. However, that's the very reason I need to be wary of these events. A Vessel turned against the Hove could mean the end of us- the Hive and those it serves.

I have a charm- Hiveblood by name- which effectively nullifies the draw of the Infection when equipped. Your shell will coat itself in a thin, healing layer of honey, giving you access to the Blessing at all times. For as long as I live, you are immune.

But. Say I give you this charm and you turn traitor. Say you selfishly desire power higher than Vespa’s Blessing can ward. Say you invite the Infection in… Hiveblood is a trust you must gain.

-

Page 89

Vespa- Bee Vessel. I need you to prove to me that I can trust in your protection- that you will defend us / at any cost.

((Ch1.13))

Hornet- Come no closer. Yours is a motive I cannot trust. Why are you here, Vessel?

I can tell you’ve been beyond this kingdom… and I know what brought you back. What remains of those memories? Does one like you remember your cursed purpose? And what of that? If you came back to fulfil such a role… then why are you still here in the Hive? What’s keeping you here?

There’s more to you than I realised, Bee Vessel. I noted that little ghost as unusual… but then there’s you…

-

Page 90

Hornet- I have finished my preparations, Vessel. I present two options for you.

You can run back to Vespa, keep things as they are and remain her Honey Knight. Or. Or you can leave and do something greater for this kingdom with the void in your bearing.

You may not be the one to face the plague of this kingdom but I see the potential you have to project what remains. But know this. No matter which path you choose, if your shields block the way of Hallownest’s recovery I will not hold back. Choose with your life.

((Ch1.14))

-

Page 91

Comban- Bzzzzz… Bzzzzz…

((Ch2.1))

Comban- Actually, this reminds me of something… Paladin is the one and only bee that can tap into their soul for power. Queen Vespa taught them personally, I think. The hive has seen a few Vessels… pass through… in it’s fine.

-

Page 92

Comban- All of them had this ability.. The focus to wield the power of a soul. Are you able to use soul too?

((Ch2.2))

(Argent- Focus)

Honey- !

((Ch2.3))

Ophilia- …

((Ch2.4))

Ophilia- !

((Ch2.5))

Comban- Have… you met them before? Before the Hive?

Mato- …

Honey- !

Mato- Yes yes. Honey and another Vessel. The second was a strange one- an oddity to which I cannot place. I had not expected to see either of them again. The Wastelands are a journey I’d expect to only be taken once.

-

Page 93

Mato- As things are, it’s unlikely we will ever know Honey to a full extent. That doesn’t deter from trying, and please do, but it is likely you will find out about Honey things you will not like or expect. Honey is a bug unlike the norm. Be wary of them like everyone else.

However, I think all Honey needs now / is a friend.

((Ch2.9))

Vespa- Bee Vessel, when I was younger I wished to become a chronicler. To record history, to recite what happened so that others may learn from it, to keep an order of the past. To such purposes it was important to me. When this is all over and a new Hive Queen has taken my place I would like to pursue this aspiration.

Do you have any dreams, Bee Vessel? I wish that when this is all over you can go beyond the intent of your creation-

-

Page 94

((Ch2.10))

((Ch2.16))

Dailon- !

((Ch2.17))

Mato- I can tell you are powerful, little one, but also that you have strength in your kindness. My old master said the same of myself too. I felt empowered by that… I still do. Little one, if I were to teach you one thing as Nailmaster it would be to never leave behind the love inside you.

((Ch2.20))

Paladin- This Vessel is more dangerous than those I’ve faced before. More soul? More… void? Their siblings all fell by my determination to protect the Hive. I will make sure this Vessel shares their fate.

-

Page 95

Hornet- Cease this.

((Ch2.22))

Hornet- You need a plan. One of your own. Your Shade is peculiar, Vessel. It doesn’t match your shell. I have not seen that before…

((Ch2.23))

Honey- (Tip Tap)

((Ch2.25))

Honey- (-I don’t recognise)

((Ch2.26))

Argent- You are you? This is wrong!

-

Page 96

Argent- These are your memories. The past. In honey you dream forgotten memories. But this isn’t a memory. You look like the Luma… out there… in the present. Are you even…? Who are you?

And if this isn’t a memory… why am I here? I belong in your memories, but where is this? I’m alive… aren’t I? I shouldn’ be…

What happened to me, Honey? Luma? Where am I? No… I remember now… It’s… I’m…

Listen, Honey. There’s no time. This connection- this dream- it’s because of her. I won’t get a second chance. You will. She’s breaking through to us. Honey, you have to remember. You have to remember what happened between us at Hallownest’s Crown.

#hollow knight #hk comic #mod sketch

[faoighiche]

Through the Looking Glass | Cass & Burrow

PARTNER : @magmahearts TIMING : Over the course of a few weeks. LOCATION : The Abnormality. SUMMARY : Cass and Burrow investigate the abnormality. WARNINGS : Under skin

Though Burrow lacked a taut connection to the rocks, they were one piece of many, and that one had infected the others of nature. Infected by the most notable rock of them all: the abnormality. True to its name, the land surrounding the abnormality felt anything but normal. Filled with an unease that bled deep into the soil. The creatures were sparse, the plants were wilted, and there were none of her parasites. Not even a single spark of her kins’ warmth that she loved so dearly. It left her so very cold, without a hope for comfort. Only nothing. Only silence. An emptiness that threatened to make herself in its image. For all these months, she had thought she had avoided the place due to the human traffic. Even after all this time free from the seclusion of her room, she still could not handle the crowds. But it was something much deeper that kept her from the rock — kept everyone away who thought to listen. Except for those humans, who were so terrible at realizing what was in front of them. They adored a monster when they could not recognize it as such.

Burrow pulled tightly on her jacket. Its encompassing presence did not bring its usual comfort. “I do not like this place. It is empty. It is… starving.” She saw herself reflected in the sheen of the abnormality. As if she was already in its maw; as if it had already claimed her in full. She knew it wanted to, as much as she could know the ways of the rocks. It was almost flattering to be wanted so much, to be yearned for with so much love, but the abnormality did not deserve to take from her. She belonged to her parasites, not to this outsider. “You will not take all of me.” She laid down that promise to the universe. While she understood the joys of consuming and being consumed, she would not let herself be consumed in totality. Not even her precious parasites would know such a blessing. “You may have one of my tendrils, if you please me.” Burrow turned away from that future that had yet to be. Back to the present and the companion it brought: the rock whose presence filled her with ease rather than dread. She looked to Cass with curiosity. “What do you feel when you stand so close to the abnormality?”

The Abnormality had always carried a strange sense of something for Cass. She’d never been able to quite put her finger on it. It felt vaguely volcanic, but in a way that seemed wrong. There was a lot about it that felt wrong, really; like it wasn’t natural, like it didn’t quite belong here. There was a sense of reverence to it, but a sense of unease, too. Like a vengeful god; something to worship, but something to fear, too. Curiosity had brought her close to it more than once, though she’d never dared to touch it. Would today be the day that changed? Did she want it to? She just wasn’t sure.

“It’s a little weird,” she agreed, glancing over to Burrow with a small smile she hoped was encouraging. Discomfort swirled in her chest, though she couldn’t pinpoint its cause. Was it because she was here, or because Burrow was? Something about bringing someone who wasn’t an oread to the Abnormality felt wrong, somehow. She listened to Burrow speak, feeling almost… offended? On behalf of the Abnormality. A tendril wouldn’t be enough, would it? She pushed the thought aside as best she could. “I, um… It’s hard to explain,” she admitted. “It’s like… I don’t know. It feels like it’s sick, almost?”

Their ways were always difficult to explain. Burrow found language to lack the depths her parasites possessed. Words were too simple and too focused on the whims of people. She could never find the right ones, only those close enough. As if she spent her life speaking through a wall, with her meanings lost in the insulation. However, ‘sick’ was a very interesting word to choose. “The abnormality is sick?” She hummed in thought, then in recognition. “Perhaps the abnormality takes so much because it is searching for the thing that will make it feel well.” Such as she had done as a child, all those years ago. “Or, make it feel satisfied. I would do the same. We would do the same.” A we spoken to those far beyond the two fae. To her parasites who nestled safely in the edges of her knowing, away from abnormality’s infection. Still, standing there so alone, she wished to know her kin’s presence. A wish that would put them in danger's path. She would not allow that. She would keep her precious ones safe and away from this monster. 

Though Burrow could never understand the ways of the rocks, she did know the ways of wanting. A wanting she could have respected, if it had not taken from her Her parasites had cried so desperately in its ooze, and she had been too useless to stop it. She was the king of the takers — she would not stand to let her kin be taken from. But that was why they were both there, after all. To prevent more of that terrible thing. She stared further into the depths of the abnormality, as if the action would burrow under its layers. “I wonder what will make the abnormality feel satisfied.” What would stop it from causing more harm to her kin. “Perhaps it can be answered by knowing what made the abnormality sick. Could the humans have made it sick? The humans often make many things sick.” She had felt the poison they spewed and seen the destruction they wrought. Enough to bring down entire mountains. What was the abnormality but a mountain of infection? Though so small, the humans could have discovered a way to harm the abnormality. It was their nature, after all. They ruined, and stole, and left nothing for the others — so similar to her and yet not at all. The humans could never match the majesty of her taking, the same as the abnormality. “What do you feel below the abnormality? Is there something below the abnormality?”

To be a fae with no aos si to call home meant always being some version of an outsider. You could try to explain things to people, but most would never fully understand. Another oread would understand better than anyone else, but even then, Cass knew that communication wouldn’t be perfect. The volcanic part of her set her apart from an oread whose domain might be some other mineral, just as Burrow couldn’t perfectly explain her domain to an entomid whose domain was beetles or ants. But she also knew that Burrow, another nymph, was more capable of understanding her relationship to her domain than other kinds of fae might be. It was a strange line to walk. Cass didn’t think she’d ever perfect it. “It’s not as bad as it was,” she replied thoughtfully. “When they were mining more, it was worse. I wish they wouldn’t do that.” She couldn’t pretend to understand why the abnormality behaved the way it did, but… She also couldn’t pretend not to understand the inclination to lash out at things that hurt you. The abnormality had lashed out at humans. In spite of her fondness for them, Cass wasn’t sure it had been wrong to do so. 

“I don’t know if the mining is what made it sick or if it was sick before,” she admitted. “It’s hard to feel anything… certain about it.” And that bothered her. She wasn’t quite used to not knowing, wasn’t quite accustomed to being in the dark about this particular subject matter. It was a strange thing, an uncomfortable one. “There’s something below it,” she confirmed, “but there’s something below everything. The Earth goes deep.”

While it was not certain to be the cause, the mining definitely had a connection to the illness. Even if it was not the culprit, it seemed to prolonged it: picking at the scabs so the wound may never heal. Still, the uncertainty of it all was strange. Burrow knew her parasites so innately, there was hardly a disconnect between them. They were individuals, they were of one body, they were multitudes of a single being. She had always assumed other fae were the same. A petty part concluded it was because the other fae were not deserving of their kin. But the thought was quickly buried away. Cass was not the same as the others. She was an outsider — as close to a monster as any of her own. Cass was better than the fae she had foolishly considered family. Burrow saw the way Cass’ false brows furrowed and she knew the action to be true. True to its name, the abnormality was strange to those who should know it better than itself. 

“Well, yes, I know the earth is deep. I was… too vague in my question.” Burrow’s hands flicked back and forth. “I read that the abnormality had sprouted out of the ground when it… arrived. I was wondering how deep the abnormality went down.” What lay at the edges? The cause of its arrival had likely left its traces there. Hints that could lead to answers. “What is below the abnormality? Does the ground below the abnormality also feel uncertain? Or is the something below the abnormality… a tunnel?” The flicking of her hands continued, quickening ever so slightly. “I wonder if the humans took something, and the abnormality is the response to that taking.” The humans loved the abnormality, it was understandable that they took from it. The greatest show of love. But not when done by something so unworthy. What else were the humans to such a massive thing? Yes, she would be enraged too, to be taken from the humans. Gone sick with such madness. She would want to take back what is rightfully hers, and anything else she could find along the way. “I wonder if the abnormality is trying to take that something back, or trying to find something to replace what was taken from it, or both… or neither.”

It bothered her just how little she knew for certain about the Abnormality. It wasn’t usually like that. Usually, the rocks and stones she came across were known by her, whispered their secrets in her ears as easily as breathing. She didn’t know why this one was different, didn’t understand what it was that made it so hard to grasp. It was concerning… but maybe it was a little exciting, too. Maybe part of her enjoyed the mystery of it all, just a little bit. 

Burrow’s question elicited a small hum. “It doesn’t go to the center,” Cass confirmed. “Not entirely. I think it’s like… a shell. A cocoon. That’s my theory, anyway.” She smiled a little, eyes bright. “Maybe one day, it’ll hatch out a worm and bring our domains together!��� She thought it was a nice idea, a fun concept, even if it was beyond far fetched. She liked Burrow; she liked anyone who made her feel less alone, and Burrow did a good job of it. After all, Burrow served as proof that Cass wasn’t the only nymph who struggled with belonging, wasn’t the only person forced out of her aos si for the crime of being too different, too strange. “It could be that something was taken,” she agreed. “The Earth has a way of fighting back when it needs to.” Volcanoes, she thought, were a good example of that. They erupted and scorched the Earth, cleansed away things that were unnatural and allowed better things to grow in their place. Maybe the Abnormality was an attempt at the same.

A cocoon. Burrow hands stopped in their place. She knew the cocoons well, surrounded by the very things in her youth. Her kin were often remade in them — dining inside until they became plump and ready to burst from the shell. Perhaps whatever lay inside would be just as delectable. This size of it would feed and home many. What a magnificent prize. “Your theory is possible. If the abnormality is the cocoon or shell or egg, I assume whoever it births will also have this… want and hunger.” She motioned to their surroundings, which carried the scars of consumption. She would never be so obvious. “I doubt the abnormality is my kin. I feel nothing from the abnormality.” That did not mean their domains would not be joined. The two would be entwined once she claimed the babe in that obsidian shell. That is, of course, if that conclusion proved correct. “The shell could be… too thick for me to penetrate, but that is a less likely possibility. Still, the abnormality does have similarities to my kin.” Similar but not the same. No one could match the perfection of her parasites. But the abnormality could know its beauty, as she sunk under its skin. She would bless it with usefulness, perhaps to the point of forgiveness for its slights. But she was getting ahead of herself. The mystery was only just beginning to unfold. 

“We have two possibilities, for this moment. The abnormality is the cocoon or shell or egg. The abnormality is searching for something, likely something that was taken from the abnormality.” Things that would stay possibilities if the two did find proper evidence. It was difficult to decide where to start. Even Cass who was molded in the image of stones did not recognize this one. Still, if anyone would understand the abnormality, it would be Cass. Burrow would assist Cass in gaining that understanding, so that she too could claim that knowledge. Then, she would know how best to deal with this issue: claim or destroy? “Also, you did not answer my questions. Do the rocks around the abnormality feel uncertain or do those rocks feel the same as the other rocks? Are there tunnels that are near the abnormality?” Burrow hoped for just the very things. Perhaps they would not find the exact cause down in the depths, but it would give them a different perspective. Just as deep as the earth were the earth’s secrets. “We could go down into the possible tunnels and inspect further. The tunnels will give us a different view on the abnormality. You may be able to feel something when you are in the tunnels.”

“That would make sense.” She knew, on some level, that she should view that as a bad thing. The way the Abnormality spread had hurt people before, and the idea that it may someday be a thing that could move more freely would only lead to more people being hurt by it. But Cass couldn’t bring herself to think badly about it. It was stone and dirt, just like she was. What if whatever was inside was something that needed her? Something that could love and be loved in return? She hummed as Burrow spoke, feeling a little disappointed. If she felt nothing from it, it probably wasn’t a parasite. Somehow, Cass mourned the fact. She’d liked the idea of a combination of their elements, of some tangible proof of their connection. But there was a silver lining in the idea that Burrow could still use her parasites to make some connection, anyway. “If there is something alive down there, I’m not sure it will hatch anytime soon,” she commented. “It feels so solid. Like nothing could get out.” Or in. Was that lonely, Cass wondered? It must have been.

Burrow’s summation of what they’d determined so far was a good one, and Cass nodded her agreement. “The rocks around the Abnormality… vary,” she said, settling uncertainly on the term. “Some feel normal. Others are covered in pieces of the Abnormality, and those feel different. They don’t feel exactly like the Abnormality itself, but… It’s like there’s an echo of it on them. Like… dipping something in water, and leaving it out in the sun. It’s not soaked, but it’s damp. You can tell there’s something different about it, even if it hasn’t been fundamentally changed.” She grinned at the mention of tunnels, nodding her head. “In my cave,” she confirmed. “There are passageways that border on it, some where it’s crawling up the walls. I don’t know of any that go directly underneath or through it, though. It feels like there used to be some there, but they’ve been… closed off. By the Abnormality. I think… I think maybe it doesn’t want to be fully understood.”

“Perhaps the shell is so solid because whoever is inside the cocoon is strong enough to break the shell.” Strong and powerful and healthy. A vitality Burrow would love to claim for herself and her precious ones. But this fantasy offered no nutrients for her kin. They needed something tangible — they needed evidence. Any evidence. “Whoever is inside the cocoon or shell, if there is anyone inside the cocoon or shell, we will probably discover them in… time.” Cass more likely than her, for the rocks lived far longer than any parasite. The abnormality had been unearthed for a century; it may take a century more for it to crack. A century she could wait to see, if death does not claim her beforehand. She would not hasten the growth of the rock. Nature did not enjoy impatience. In that time of patience, they would continue to search for understanding. One more fact unturned: the abnormality left its stain on those it touched. She thought of Teagan, claimed herself in the ooze. Had the abnormality also echoed in her — did it still echo in her? “Do the people who were in the ooze also have the echo of the abnormality in-” 

Burrow heard the murmuring of approaching humans. A whole gaggle of them, to be exact. “We will… inspect the abnormality another day. Let us go to your cave.” The cave branched out to areas that allowed another view to the abnormality, but that did not mean the answers she had hoped. She deduced that returning to the cave would not suddenly be enlightening. To Cass, of course. There was a chance, though small, that Burrow’s fresh pair of senses could spot a thing amiss. 

A chance that proved too small to become true. Luckily, the abnormality answered to their want of seeing what lay below the surface. It cracked itself open to release its spoils upon the floor.

Spoils that were of no use to Burrow. It was more of the ooze and the crystals and the emptiness that sucked away at her soul. It offered nothing to take, only to be taken from. She could feel her essence being pulled down into its depths as she approached the abnormality. She had not accounted for the abnormality itself to become impatient. The once dormant giant stirred with magnificent activity. It reminded her of the volcanoes, who slept for centuries, only to awaken in one moment of fiery destruction. Would Cass feel a closer call to the abnormality now? It seemed to be more interested in being known, exposing its innards for all to see. An invitation she would not accept. Though Burrow loved the welcoming hosts, she could recognize the signs of the venus fly trap. “Well… it seems the abnormality was a cocoon, in a sense. What does the abnormality feel to you now? Does the crack allow you to know more about the abnormality, or is it still secretive to you?” 

It seems they were not alone in their wonderings. Whoever had been near the abnormality had their nest consumed by flame. All that remained of the human structure was ash and black marks on the ground. Ash that smelled fresh in the air, as fresh as the ooze seeping through the crystals. The area seemed to be a special place of awakening for the abnormality. Perhaps whoever set the flame knew this, too. But who chased away the humans who had gotten too close? Maybe if they had waited, the cold would have done the job for them. Under her layers of clothes, Burrow’s limbs squirmed against themselves. She had bitterly accepted the cold of this town’s winters but this was crueler than ever before. “... Does this place feel colder to you than the other parts of town?”

“Maybe,” Cass allowed thoughtfully. “Something would have to be pretty strong to break through that.” Cocoons were usually fragile things, she knew. Once, when she’d lived in a warehouse in the city with kids her age who had nowhere else to go, a boy had found one clinging to the side of a wall. She remembered the way he’d taken it in his hand, the ease with which he’d crushed it between his fingers. He’d laughed at how angry she’d gotten, and for once, it had been Cass who left instead of Cass who was left behind. Years later, she could look back on it and think about how the boy had probably liked hurting something fragile because it had made him feel stronger, because he’d spent so much of his life being hurt that it felt good to be the one doing the hurting. She thought she could relate to it more than she wanted to, thought of Rhett’s hand on her throat and his knife in her shoulder and how good it would feel to be the one doing the hurting instead of being the one haunted by the memory of being hurt. 

She looked down at the Abnormality, at this cocoon that was not fragile, this thing that would not hurt, and she was jealous. She wished she could be as strong as it, as strong as she was supposed to be. “If there’s something in there,” she agreed, “we’ll meet it when it’s ready to be met. On its terms, not ours.” Wasn’t there power in that? Wasn’t there something so enviable about the ability to choose when you were discovered? Cass stared at the Abnormality with a quiet sense of longing, losing herself in it until voices interrupted her thoughts. People. A faint anger burned in her chest. They didn’t deserve to be here, hadn’t earned the right to be near the Abnormality. But Burrow wanted to go, and Cass wanted to do whatever might make Burrow like her more, so she nodded. 

Days later, when the ground opened up and the Abnormality released more of itself into the world, Cass felt some quiet thrill vibrating in her bones. They’d been right, hadn’t they? Maybe not completely, but in a sense, they’d been right. There was something inside the Abnormality, and maybe it wanted out. Maybe they would get to meet it, just as they’d talked about. It wasn’t an animal of any kind, as far as Cass could tell; she didn’t think Burrow’s parasites would be able to infect it. She didn’t know whether to find disappointment or relief in that. She’d liked the idea of their domains merging, but maybe it was for the best that they wouldn’t. Maybe such a thing would have caused tension. 

Approaching the edge of the Abnormality with Burrow, she hummed thoughtfully. “It feels different than before,” she confirmed. “Still not like anything I’ve ever felt before, but… definitely different than it was before. Stronger, I think. Whatever it is, it’s closer to the surface now.” She stared into the crack, entranced. Burrow’s voice broke her from it just a little, and she tilted her head. “I’m not cold,” she said, though she never was. There was magma flowing in her veins, after all; the cold couldn’t really touch her. If anything, she felt the opposite here. More energized in the presence of the Abnormality, more alive. “Do you want my jacket?”

Burrow was burrowed under layers of clothing. One such layer was a sweater from Teagan — given instead of taken. It made the sweater special. If she rubbed her nose against the fabrics, she could catch the lingering scent of fruit and honey. What would cling to Cass’ jacket: a bouquet of flowers or sulfur and smoke? The hint of smoke swirled in the air but she knew it did not come from the fae beside her. The pile of ash still had the stink of fire, but no longer its warmth, also unlike the fae beside her. Would the heat of her magma turn the inner weavings of the jacket into a hearth? “Yes, I want your jacket.” She extended her hands in anticipation, as her eyes and thoughts returned to the abnormality. “Closer to the surface…” She repeated in a hushed tone. “So, the ooze and the crystals are the beginning to who resides inside the abnormality?” Whoever nestled still unseen was different and stronger. The abnormality was quickly growing — molting into who they were meant to be. Even as a babe, its hunger had claimed many. Who would it take when it reached its full potential? How many more of her kin would be taken from her?

“Many insects grow in the ground and only emerge when they molt into the adults. Perhaps the abnormality is the same as those insects. The abnormality may be ready to emerge as an adult.” Despite the evidence of looming humans and the fires they brought, the abnormality did not torpor. Burrow approached some of that evidence: a pile of ash that resembled wooden boards. When her boot brushed against it, it crumpled into its truth — scattering across the ground. “I have heard that the abnormality has worshipers and allies. Perhaps the worshipers or allies burned the building to clear the area of the humans.” The humans were always quick to eliminate those that took from them. As an adult, the abnormality would likely pose competition for this territory. While she was not as quick to violence, she did agree with the caution. Burrow and her kin needed to take as well — she would not tolerate only settling for the abnormality’s scraps. Of course, that is to assume it would leave any scraps, or leave her kin alive to take the scraps. “Is the abnormality’s hunger also different and stronger? The abnormality’s hunger is already… impressive,” even then, a part of her admired it as much as she feared it, “and I am worried that if my theory is correct, its stronger hunger will become the threat to my kin.”

Nodding, Cass shrugged out of her jacket and put it into Burrow’s waiting hand, hanging it on her fingers like a hook. She only really wore it for appearances, anyway, for style. She hadn’t been cold in months now, not since the wound in her shoulder healed and she’d moved back to her cave from Alex’s cabin. There were moments, sometimes, where she got a shiver down her spine, where she swore she still felt Rhett’s hand gripping her throat or his knife against her skin, but a jacket didn’t help much with those, anyway. And those moments only ever came when she was alone now, when there was no one left to fill the silence and make her feel safe. She felt safe with Burrow, felt secure, and she didn’t need the jacket. Burrow was cold and Cass wasn’t, so the jacket was an easy thing to offer. The jacket was insurance, too — the closest she could get to a real promise that Burrow would stay, at least for a little while. She looked towards the Abnormality as Burrow took the jacket, brow furrowing. “It’s the start of something,” she confirmed. “Definitely a beginning. But… I don’t know of what.” There was something almost exciting about not knowing, some kind of quiet thrill to it. She liked not knowing, but only so long as no one else knew, either. She and Burrow were in a state of not knowing together. The togetherness was the part Cass liked.

“Maybe,” Cass agreed. “It is young, I think. Like… a child.” Maybe that was what the goo had been, or the crystals — a child’s tantrum, a young soul’s angry reaction to being hurt by the mining efforts throughout the town. If that was the case, could anyone blame it? Who could claim that they’d never lashed out because they were hurt, because they were scared? It was an understandable response, one that made sense. It wasn’t fair to hold such a thing against something, to hurt it and then be angry for the way it reacted to that pain. “I wonder if they know more than we do,” Cass mused. “The worshippers, I mean. Maybe we could find them and ask.” She thought they might be able to convince them to share, if they tried hard enough. If they told them what she was, showed them her true form, would they tell the pair what they knew? It seemed like a good bet. “Can you ask your kin to stay away from it? I think… I mean, it only hurts people who touch it. Even the goo and the crystals, no one was hurt unless they touched them. I don’t think the Abnormality wants to hurt anyone. I think it’s just trying to keep itself safe.” It was self defense, and that was something Cass understood. Like Alex’s claws ripping through Rhett’s skin, like the flames eating away at Metzli’s sire. You did what you had to do to protect yourself and the people and things that you loved. Who could ever call that bad?

Burrow put on the jacket and the smell of acid wafted down her throat. Its bite was gentle, tempered by spring blooms. She buried her nose in the collar, indulging in the floral sting and committing it to memory. A memory to recall when the two were a part. A need for another time. The confirmation from Cass solidified that thought in her mind: this was a child. As much of a child as a rock could be. The rocks were not the same as her kin. Perhaps when it emerged as an adult, it would continue to molt. Growing into a mountain as tall as its hunger. How much would this thing kill of her hosts? How much would it kill of her own? The thought sent a shiver down her back… Until Cass explained the wants of the abnormality. Weren’t she and her kin the same? Her parasites only claimed those who fell upon their path. They needed to claim, and yet they were punished for it. Made into monsters for simply being alive. “Right… I see.” When she saw herself reflected in the abnormality’s flat surface, she no longer felt so afraid.

Burrow had almost became the same as her father, punishing a child for existing. An ire that still rested in her stomach, not yet convinced it needed to leave. “I will… I will ask my kin who are able to stay away from the abnormality. The issue is many of my kin do not have a choice if they are next to the abnormality. My worms are at the mercy of their homes’ movements. I have told you my kin can cause their homes to move, but my kin only do this if I ask them to. I cannot stay here at all times to direct my kin. I have other things I must do.” Such as find her kin a sanctuary. A sanctuary that could be lost if the abnormality claimed it for itself. But it was still a child and children can be molded. Burrow had always wanted to be amongst other monsters. She had thought she could find that kinship with the humans, but the humans were set in their ways. The abnormality had yet to be set at all. She would mold the abnormality — guide the hands of Cass so that the mold would stick. So that the abnormality would become a wonderful friend. Perhaps a friend the two fae would indulge together — their nature truly joining into one. 

“I am not sure if the abnormality can understand me or my spoken words. Translate for me.” Burrow turned to the abnormality. Her fingers pressed into her palms in one mighty tense, before releasing. “Abnormality,” she addressed with a nod. “I will ask my parasites to assist you in your growth. I will ask my parasites who are able to keep the humans away from you. In exchange, you will assist me in freeing my parasites’ hosts from the ooze and crystals if they become claimed in the ooze and crystals. Is this agreeable?” As soon as her words ended, the air turned colder. A cold that seeped through her layers of fabrics as if they weren’t there. She wasn’t sure if that was a yes or a no. 

Living up to her name, Burrow buried into the jacket the moment Cass handed it to her, and the oread felt a quiet warmth spread through her. The way the other nymph held the ratty fabric like it was a precious thing, the way she inhaled its scent, the way the fluttering of another fae’s presence in Cass’s stomach that, until this town, had always existed as a prelude to rejection felt light and airy instead of heavy with dread… Wasn’t it all she’d wanted back in Hawai’i? Wasn’t this acceptance the thing she’d craved all her life? Burrow said she hadn’t fit in in her home, and Cass hadn’t fit in in hers, either. But maybe they could build their own home here — an aos si of misfits, a community of people who no one else wanted. They could invite Teagan, include Dīs. Burrow wanted something different, but maybe her mind could be changed. Maybe it was a thing to strive for. “I think it’s scared,” she added, looking to the Abnormality again. She was projecting, she knew. She was scared when people hurt her, so the Abnormality must be the same. Who could blame it for lashing out in its fear? Who could fault it? 

She nodded thoughtfully as Burrow spoke, looking to the Abnormality. “Most of the hosts are probably smart enough to avoid it,” she mused. Animals didn’t tend to get caught up in the Abnormality, in Cass’s experience; it was people, with their insatiable curiosity, who became victims to it. “But maybe we can do something to keep the ones who aren’t away. Build something. A barrier? It doesn’t need to be big, but it could be enough to tell your parasites’ hosts to go the other way.” Cass had her magma, and she could use it if she needed to. Maybe it could be a temporary solution, at least. Maybe someday, she’d learn to control the Abnormality the same way she controlled her cave, learn to tell it not to hurt Burrow’s parasites. She wanted to, if it was possible. Burrow was her friend; she wanted to honor that.

Sucking in her lower lip, she nodded. “I’m not sure it will communicate with me,” she admitted, “but I’ll do what I can.” She leaned down, putting the palm of her hand on the ground beside the Abnormality. She didn’t dare touch it directly, the way she might have with her cave; the Abnormality didn’t like to be touched. But she closed her eyes, trying to communicate with it the same way she did with other rocks, with the volcanoes back home or the walls of her cave. It wasn’t words so much as feelings. She thought of Burrow’s parasites, thought of her fondness for Burrow, let the two thoughts intertwine as if to say these are my friends, and I am your friend, as if to say we can be on the same side here, as if to say please. And then, Burrow finished speaking and the temperature dropped. Cass straightened, looking to the Abnormality. “It heard us,” she said thoughtfully. “I’m not sure what it’s going to do, but I know it heard us. I think that’s a good thing.”

Burrow knew the power of fear. How it became anger. The same type of anger that would cause an entire world to murder her kin — that would cause a family to send a child out into that world. Even the abnormality had its part in that death. The memory put the fear in her, too. It was the way of nature: you killed your fear or the fear killed you. But she was not one of death. Though some of her kin caused it, she took no satisfaction from killing itself. She only enjoyed the taking. Cass offered an alternative — offered help. If she could tell her past self a fae would offer her kin help, the past would have called her mad. Something fluttered in her chest, a strange feeling she had yet become accustomed to, yet to name. It was the only feeling she could feel. Cass was right, she could not sense the pleasant beat of her kin. Surely the host felt that empty maw waiting below the floor. To those who did not listen to that call, they would add warnings. “Yes, we will build the barrier.” But words did not build alone. They needed materials. Her fingers wiggled and curled, both from thought and cold. The latter had her burying them all under her armpits, their writhing done in secret. 

“Perhaps we will use peppermint.” Burrow’s nose wrinkled at the mention, followed by a forceful shaking of her head. “It is the terrible, awful smell. Also cayenne pepper.” Her head shook more. “The scent of peppermint and cayenne pepper are unpleasant in the nose. We will create a circle of both the scents around the abnormality.” But would that be enough? The scents would deter, but had no power to stop. Only something physical had that power. Her fingers’ wigglings turned to a short spasm. “If that does not seem to be sufficient, we will use your rocks. Will you make a physical barrier?” She could use some more barriers herself against the chill. She pulled the layers of fabrics further up her body. The memory of the mint and the pepper were pushed away for that of Cass’ floral sting. It became all that her nose knew. The cold was an awful thing, but at least it had its purpose this moment. The abnormality was listening. Hopefully it would continue to listen, letting the two fae mold it into a useful ally. 

A future yet to come. Even Cass was not given permission to touch the abnormality. A major difference between it and Burrow. Her and her parasites loved to be touched — to be joined with their hosts and the nutrients nestled in their bodies. Cass knew the ways of the rocks, but Burrow knew infection. Was it certain that the infections were only done in self defense? A waste of such a sufficient function. She stared into her reflection upon that inky abyss. She knelt down, merely a breath away from her twin in the abnormality. “Do you sometimes like to be touched? Do you like to infect?” If her doubts proved to be misplaced, if the abnormality truly did only wish to protect itself, perhaps she could show it the wonders of taking. She was selfish by nature, but that was one delight she yearned to share. A smile curled at her lips. “I like to infect.” The smile continued as she looked up to Cass. “Yes. I also think it is a good thing.” She rose up, returning to the other fae and to a previous suggestion. “We will find the worshippers. They may know a better way to speak to the abnormality. We will claim that better way for ourselves. We deserve that better way, not the human worshippers.”

Already, Cass was surveying the area, trying to figure out how to build a barrier that would be effective. Her mind went to stone, the way one might expect. Could they fashion a wall here? Make it tall enough to keep Burrow’s bugs from crawling over it? But how would they keep them from digging beneath it, from going through the cracks? Insects were so versatile, so good at finding their way to where they wanted to be regardless of the obstacles preventing it. They got into houses, into people. Wasn’t that what Burrow did? Cass wondered if it was strange to her, trying to find a way to keep her parasites from going someplace when she clearly spent so much of her time helping them get to where they’d like to be. Did it feel unnatural? Cass wondered. She tried to put herself in the other nymph’s shoes, tried to imagine working against her rocks and stone in order to protect them, but rocks didn’t need much protecting. A volcano didn’t need anyone to keep it safe; the volcano was the thing that others needed to be kept safe from. 

Her mind would not have gone to repellent had Burrow not brought it up. She’d been so busy trying to figure out how to build a wall, so stuck on it, that she hadn’t even considered the fact that there were other, easier options. Insects had stronger senses of smell than what Cass could relate to — of course they’d be naturally driven away by scents they disliked. “Peppermint and cayenne pepper are really good ideas,” she said with a bright grin. “Maybe we can do both. We can put a circle of the scents around the Abnormality and, behind that, I can build a barrier. That way the ones who do get past the scents will have to get past the physical barrier, too.” She wasn’t sure it would save all of them, but she liked to think it would save the majority. This was how they could keep safe the largest number of Burrow’s parasites. Cass thought it was a good plan.

Burrow leaned down towards the Abnormality, and Cass watched, breathless. She wondered if Burrow would touch it — she wondered if she should stop her. But if Burrow wanted to touch the Abnormality, and if the Abnormality wanted to claim her in response, was it Cass’s place to stop it? She hung back, watching the ‘conversation’ take place. Would an alliance form, she wondered? Some friendship between parasite and stone that reflected the friendship Cass had built with Burrow? She liked the idea now, the same way she’d liked the idea of their domains converging when they’d discussed it before. “We can do that,” she agreed as Burrow turned back to her, nodding vigorously. “The humans won’t understand it. We do. But we can use what they know, anyway.”

If Burrow could glimpse into Cass’ thoughts, she would have shook her head. This was all natural. Her role was often one of guidance. She led those in darkness, under layers of skin and muscle, away from the poison of humans. To be noticed was to be killed. The humans were dangerous, and yet, she found herself drawn to them. A trait she gained from her parasites, who loved the taste of human blood and chyme. Such a delicate balance they all played. At least not one repeated with the abnormality: her parasites had no interest in tasting the rock. And yet the differences did not end there. It was strange that Cass seemed so eager to help her kin. She was used to others discarding her kin at best and murdering them at usual — especially the fae. The nature of the fae was to hate her. But Cass displayed none of that. Burrow still waited for the inevitable change in Cass’ behavior. Though the other fae had stated her kindness was given without a want for exchange, the idea felt wrong. At that moment Cass had no interest in payment for her generosity, but surely, eventually, a price would be asked. 

A price Burrow would not pay. She would indulge in Cass’ generosity until it was gone. A generosity she would miss. But… perhaps it could stay — a hopeful part of her wondered. It was the nature of rocks after all to help her parasites, if only a little. The rocks were places her kin could grow from and nestle deep inside for protection. Maybe the abnormality had a bit of that nature inside of it. A taker who guarded. “Ok. We will use the scents and the rocks as the barrier.” Would the abnormality miss being touched? If it was one of her own, she knew the thought would send a cry coursing through her veins. But all was silent. “Perhaps only the small barrier. We do not want the abnormality to starve.”  

Burrow returned Cass’ nodding with her own nodding. The humans were meant to admire the abnormality from afar, but not to understand it. If the humans had stolen such knowledge, it was useless in their hands. “Yes. The abnormality belongs to nature. I will investigate the worshippers and tell you what I discover.” From behind the walls, she had heard whispers whose curiosities all pointed to the abnormality. Unremarkable at the time, but the memory took on a new meaning. She would revisit that attic. “Perhaps we could… watch another of the ocean movies… to gain ideas on how to retrieve the human information.” The movies dealt with human ways of theft. It could show potential situations she had not considered, even though the one she had watched was overly complicated. She would use her inspiration to perfect those human methods. “We will watch the movie now. I am still cold. I want to leave.” She looked to the abnormality one last time, curling her fingers in a display of farewell. 

It was funny, in a way; all her life, Cass had been an outcast. There was nowhere she really belonged, and no one she really belonged with until she’d found this town, with these people. She’d built a home out of other outcasts, people like Metzli and Leila and Ariadne, and now Burrow, too. Part of her knew that this shared sense of not belonging wouldn’t be enough to spare her from them leaving in the end, of course. Alex still left, still disappeared and left a distinctly Alex-shaped hole in the center of Cass’s heart, and it would be the same when Metzli chose to make their absence permanent the next time they disappeared, or when Leila walked away, or when Aria did. Burrow’s eventual inevitable departure would hurt, too. But… it wasn’t happening just yet. Right now, in this moment, Burrow was content to sit with Cass at the Abnormality.

And to do a little more, too.

Her chest felt warm at the way Burrow was willing to leave gaps in their barriers in order to allow the Abnormality to remain fed, though she didn’t know if the structure really relied on the things it ‘consumed’ in order to continue. Was starving a thing the Abnormality worried about, Cass wondered? Did it have nightmares about it, did it feel dread the way she had with Rhett’s hand around her throat? It was better, she thought, to allow that gap in the barrier, to grant entry to a small number. If there was any chance that the Abnormality was in danger of starving, Cass wanted to prevent it. It was nice to know that Burrow did, too.

It felt like the two of them had a secret now. A mission known only to them, a quiet alliance where they could find out what other people knew and use it the way it should be used. There was a sense of connection there, a camaraderie that Cass craved with each new person she met. She grinned at it, nodded excitedly. Burrow would find answers, and Cass would help her make sense of them. “We could totally do that. Or watch other heist movies. Oh! We could watch Leverage!” She thought Burrow would connect fairly easily with the character of Parker, and maybe Burrow would like that connection. Cass always did, when she found it. For most of her life, it was media that made her feel less alone. The idea of offering something similar to Burrow now felt like returning the favor, somehow. “Come on,” she said with a smile. “We can go back to my cave. I’ve got blankets you can use.”

#wickedswriting #thread #thread : cass #ft. cass a. #under skin tw #one day i will make a header template i like djfkhf

[ghostypetrainer]

I’ve seen several takes on Lady Sneasler following Ingo to the future where they have to deal with conservation researchers (or something similar) wanting to take her and her children because their species is extinct in the modern era. Sometimes it’s just a fear that they’re able to nip in the bud before it bacomes a problem. Sometimes it’s someone so blinded by the “greater good” of their actions that they either don’t realize the distress this would cause Ingo and Lady Sneasler, or they just don’t care. Attempts to use the legal system to confiscate her and her kids are common in those fics. The last kind I’ve seen is the one that may or may not actually be a criminal. The kind who see the fame and fortune they could get by being the one to revitalize an extinct species and are willing to resort to all sort of underhanded and possibly criminal actions on top of the legal stuff to get her.

Anyway, I was thinking that the twins have to deal with that on some level for Ingo after getting back in the Possession AU (bonus points if Lady Sneasler also goes back with them). Sure, Hisuian Zoroark may still exist (dunno if their numbers would count them as endangered or near extinct), but as far as the public is concerned Ingo is the only one of his kind known to exist.

That's a very interesting thought, anon!

Like- yes, there's the folklore about Hisuian Zoroark that's common in the colder areas of Sinnoh, so when news that one of Unova's Subway Bosses was apparently possessed by one spreads to the region, those who are familiar with it just nod their heads like yep, we know what's going on here. But just the same there are probably those who see that same folklore and wonder if perhaps this Zoroark was simply inspired by it. They know there's a small handful of Hisuian Zoroark that have survived, living deep within Mount Coronet and the surrounding area, far away from humans- but they've never really been able to confirm their number since they avoid humans. In fact, no one has seen for well over two decades!

But here's one! Or... there was one, but then they disappear. Those interested assume that's the end of it. But then, against all expectations, the Zoroark returns... still possessing his human body. And this presents a conundrum for these researchers- this is a nearly extinct Pokemon, one of the last of his kind- and what's more, he is also an exceedingly rare Alpha Pokemon... should he really just be allowed to return to his previous life with no safety measures in place? But also, doesn't Ingo deserve the right to return to his regular life, as in a sense he is equally human as he is Zoroark?

It's probably the subject of a hot debate! There's researchers with a lot of different viewpoints- some who just say that he should be left alone, maybe asked a few polite questions about his kin- which he's willing to answer! What a wonderful source of knowledge, and he gives it freely! But there are others who think he should probably have a more protected status, or be returned to Sinnoh... even though he's lived his entire life in and was likely born in Unova.

Also complicating the issue is that he comes back with a small number of Hisuian Zorua... and Hisuian Sneasel? For some reason? And then they find out about his three Alphas...

#asks #zoroark possession au #submas #polite researchers genuinely interested in asking reasonable questions are allowed in gear station as long as they do not get in the way #rude ones are escorted out :)

[deputygonebye]

@laebyrinths || Taken from here. 

THERE'S   A   LOT   OF   factors   here   that   are   adding   onto   jill's   frazzled   nerves .     the   largest   one   being   the   decently   sized   horde   that   she   and   shane   had   to   squeeze   themselves   into   this   small   space   in   order   to   wait   out .     of   course   ,   the   fact   that   the   two   of   them   are   literally   pressed   together   also   isn't   helping .     nor   is   the   fact   that   he   just   had   to   point   out   that   her   heart   is   beating   away   at   a   mile   a   minute .     she   gulps   thickly   ,   a   barely   there   nervous   chuckle   huffing   out   past   her   lips   as   she   quite   awkwardly   looks   at   anything   but   him   ,    ❛   pretty   sure   th'   horde   has   somethin'   t'   do   with   that .     i   really   don't   wanna   give   my   immunity   a   test .   ❜    the   healing   walker   bite   on   the   junction   of   her   neck   and   shoulder   has   never   itched   more   than   it   does   right   now

An undead army that seemed to be on the hunt just where they were venturing, Shane had barely a moment to breathe before he took himself and Jillian for cover. Practically hoisted the woman off of her feet and carried her to a spot of safety, the smallest opening between two adjacent buildings, a hardware store and a pet shop. It was a supply run that was supposed to be simple. Out to collect what goods that could be salvaged - articles of clothing the most sought after - the survivors were in need of attire not torn. Free from critters and gunk that clung to the fabrics. Only so much that decent soap and wash could do, what Hershel and his kin could provide, part of Shane had wished that the CDC still stood. Warm waters with plenty to eat and drink, the sweet memories were just that, distant memories. They couldn’t be dwelled on for long. Wouldn’t be safe nor wise to do so; if he was to go with anyone on this mission, he was glad that it was with Jillian. 

At their first meeting, Shane had been hesitant of her. Questioning, not so ready to trust an outsider, eyes always cast toward her and all the moves she made. Someone had to be so mindful. Never could be Rick - the more peaceful and friendly co-leader to the Atlanta camp - would always be Shane. It took time, several days and several times witnessing her capabilities, but eventually, Jillian was welcomed by he, too. Faith placed fully onto her, Shane promised to give her a chance. A well deserved shot to be part of the found family; everybody liked her. Even after her miracle was discovered, her immunity to the bite of a Geek, a great asset to the team. Unspoken back then, but still true, Shane had been worried for her. Feared that she would suffer so - that he would have to be the one to put her down. Whatever it took to keep the rest of the survivors safe - his own attachments pushed aside - the heartache of losing someone that he was beginning to care for. A friend, if such a term were to be used. 

God above was thanked every second that such didn’t have to happen. A blessing that nobody knew about until that critical moment, from that day forth, whenever he had to go out, when not on patrol or guard duty, Shane took Jillian with him. A better partner than anyone else - she could literally handle the mark of a Walker - he wouldn’t let her go on her own, either. Very protective, very paranoid, if he couldn’t have total control over the outside world, least, Shane figured, he could control what happened to her, to them both and their mutual friends. 

Awkward at all angles, limbs almost completely wrapped around each other, their chests pressed together, the space shared between Shane and Jillian was cramped. Far too tight - every thump of her heart was felt as if they were one body - far too intimate for the occasion at hand. But Shane couldn’t allow for that to get to him. Death was a rotten smell, and every glance he cast to the street before himself proved that much, Walkers coming wave after wave, just searching for the stuck pair. Their meal that had escaped them.

“I apologize for grabbin’ at you.” Shane said, voice quiet as to not attract further attention. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Just saw them Walkers comin’ our way, and had to get us the hell out of there. Looks like they’re still comin’. Damn it. Don’t they ever quit? We’re still a good ways away from that clothing store Hershel was yappin’ about. We still need to get to that stock. If we don’t, T-Dog’ll be without a shirt soon. Can’t believe the thing still has stitchin’ left to hold it all together. I saw his left sleeve just fell off yesterday.”

On the cry of a gasp, nearly did he fold himself over top of Jillian. Arms outstretched over her head, palms flat to her section of the wall, his entire form like a crushing shelter. His size an armor - breath trembling as the growl of a Geek was caught - the corpse blind and without ears but still able to smell. Eyes plucked out and sound burned off from his decaying person, whoever he had fought against last made certain that the undead wouldn’t be the same. A lost life who was just as smart as they were unintentionally thoughtful. 

Shane whispered, lips directed below, an order that held no softness, “don’t move. You stay still. We got one sniffin’ us now. When he leaves, I’m gonna make a run for it. Looks like his group’s a bit more spread out. I’ll take out what I can with my knife. While I do that, I want you to run for the clothing store - it’s called Betty’s. It’s straight north of where we are. Get yourself inside and try to keep any Geeks out until I get there. You brought your blade, right? Don’t use your pistol unless you absolutely have to. I’ll meet you as soon as I can. Have I made myself clear?”

#laebyrinths #Muse || Jillian Caldwell #Judge and Executioner || Post Apocalypse Era #Location || Greene Family Farm #// I hope this is an okay location spot to continue this my friend! <3

[thetriumphantpanda]

hi charlie!

i’m back with another “gentle reminders” ask. it goes in line with one of my personal goals this year of trying to work on my kindness and how i show that kindness to others.

the beginning of a new year is always a bit tough for many people, for many reasons but at the scale of the fandom, i have noticed some negativity starting to spread. maybe it’s bound to happen on any social media but i always considered tumblr to be different, to be over the kind of discourse you could find on other apps. this place has been a true haven for many of us and i would like to keep it that way, so i thought, as a way to counterbalance this negativity, i could compensate with a nice message for one of the driving forces in the fandom: our dear writers.

i would like to begin by saying thank you.  thank you for dedicating your time, your energy, your love and sharing pieces of yourself with us. the fandom wouldn’t be what it is without you: just like a body needs a brain or a heart to function properly, fandoms need writers like they need others contributing. thank you for offering diversity, engaging with different tropes and characters to reach as many readers as possible. i will admit, some things proposed are not my cup of tea but i know they can be enjoyed by others, the same way some of my favorite fics wouldn’t necessarily attract others. so thank you for giving a chance to everyone to find what they enjoy, to discover, to learn, to cry, to laugh, to love and to be able to do so in an open, safe space. thank you for interacting with us as well. thank you for responding to our questions, sharing snippets when we get impatient, teasing us with your new ideas and making life a little more fun and exciting every day. and of course, thank you for doing all of this for free. for expecting so little in return when you give us so much.

now a few things i want you to remember: 

although we’re all thankful for having access to your art, your first fan should be yourself. write what you enjoy, write that self-indulgent fic, write your favorite trope, an improbable duo or crossover because you’ve always wanted to. do it for yourself. in the same way, have fun with it. writing is a hobby, it’s not your job, it’s not supposed to be a chore. so do what makes you happy. don’t worry about updating fics, about being slow, about posting too much or too little. some things might take time, some might need an hour to be posted but in the end, they all matter just the same. they’re worth being read and cherished and we will appreciate them. whether you have thousands of notes or barely a few hundreds, you have your place here. you’re still an amazing writer, you’re still an artist regardless of the stats. 

whether i've had time to binge-read your stories or just discovered you. thank you. i love you. i’m grateful for you. i see and appreciate your work. your efforts. you.  i’m sorry if you’ve ever been received with negativity but i hope this can make up for some of it.  you deserve nothing but kindness and appreciation and i hope you know how much you matter here.

sending you all my love,

anna 💗

Anna, you have no idea how much I needed this message. The first few weeks of this year have been really tough for me. I've had anxiety flare ups, my job is absolutely batshit crazy right now, the world around us has so many struggles and issues and it's absolutely freezing and miserable where I live.

This message was such a beacon of light and is full of small reminders we all need right now. You're so right when you say it's important for us writers to be our own biggest fan, and it's something I try really hard to remember. I write because I love it, and because it offers me a way to escape from the real life daily bullshit I encounter, and as long as I love what I produce, that's half the battle.

Thank you for spreading such a genuine message of love, support and happiness - the fandom is richer for having people like you who take the time to be kind - and I, for one, am hugely appreciative of it.

Thank you 🧡

#panda answers

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Devil Town - Black Flies Chapter Two

Wow! I finally updated it. 

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Story Summary: Darlin wasn't exactly what someone would call the "pack type". Between their introverted nature and severe trust issues, it was hard to connect to people. Two vampires change that in a way they weren't expecting and now they're put in a world where they don't know what the fuck is going on.

OR

Me writing Darlin because I found out I kin them and I want to write them as a teen all the way to current events in the canon storyline. I don't want to think about the Imperium right now. Needless to say, if you haven't listened to all of their storyline, there will likely be spoilers when I get there.

Tank walked along the hallway of the school, eyes narrowed. They were trying to avoid a certain Shaw, Greer, and whatever the other two’s last names were. They didn’t honestly care. The only reason they knew Milo’s last name was because their father had them go to Milo’s mother to heal their broken hand after they had punched a tree. Don’t ask why they punched the tree, just know that the tree fucking deserved it. Their headphones were up and over their ears, the music trying to pull their attention from what was distressing. They had no idea why the golden children of the pack were trying to invite them to things now. They had seemed content to just leave Tank to their own devices before, so what had changed? Had they decided that Tank would be fun to mess with? Personally they disagreed. They were horrible to mess with since they didn’t really take any bullshit.

But here they were, trying to find a way to avoid the younger members of the Shaw pack. Hopefully their latest discussion with David would make him stop. David Shaw was the most annoying out of them all. Tank could intimidate the other into leaving them alone after a bit. It took longer than it used to but it still happened. David, however, was impossible to intimidate. However much Tank tried to stand up to him, he had that same kind of air that his father did. Tank couldn’t combat against that. So avoidance continued to be the way to go. The five minute bell blared out in the hall and more kids entered their classrooms from where they waited just outside of, talking to their friends. Tank didn’t have any of those friends to talk to, but that hardly bothered them. They hunched their shoulders and moved towards the bathroom. They had no interest in history class.

“Tank!” A voice had them pausing and cringing. They could hear the whispers about the nickname and they turned around, a glare already set in place. It was pointless since it was the cursed son of the alpha which had called out to them. They raised their eyebrows as he moved closer. “Your history class is down the hall the other way.” He said, his hands going into his pockets. Tank’s frown deepened.

“Are you seriously tracking my fucking schedule now?” They queried. David looked at them with a shrug. Tank clenched their jaw. He couldn’t stalk them. That had to be against some kind of pack law, right? Maybe they would try figuring it out when school let out.

“I’m not. Asher is in your history class. I’m usually trying to make sure he gets to class.” He said. David was such a control freak. Did he honestly feel the need to control everything? Including whenever his friend went to class? Tank turned away from David and started to walk away, this time purposefully headed towards the bathroom.

“Go find him then.” They muttered. They could hear David sigh, but didn’t care. He was the one bothering them. Besides, they had made it abundantly clear that they weren’t interested in whatever his friendship had to offer. And he had three close friends, wasn’t that enough for him? Why did they need to be dragged into it?

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Tank leaned into the door as they tried to twist their key to unlock the damn thing, a growl stuck in their throat. Unlocking doors was supposed to be simple if you had the right key, so why was it so damn difficult? The shifter teen dropped their backpack to kick it off the porch, not caring if something happened to the textbooks or notebooks inside. It’s not like they were going to do anything with the stupid education they were receiving. They had no intention of going to D.A.M.N. and getting their full certification. They didn’t want to be part of the Department. So why did they need it? What use was learning how a proper sentence should be formed and what cases used rhetoric? They weren’t a fucking author. No, they were a frustrated werewolf who couldn’t open their fucking front door to get inside their house!

Tank sat down on the cement steps, glaring at their front lawn. The key remained stubbornly within the lock and they had no intention of pulling a muscle trying to tug it out. The driveway was emptied and garage locked, so there was no hope of getting inside by any other means. They went over to their kicked backpack to pull out their phone, calling their father. They put the phone to their ear and stared down at their feet, face growing warm with embarrassment.

“Hello?” Their father’s tired voice filtered through the phone and shame joined the embarrassment.

“I can’t get inside. My stupid key isn’t working.” They explained quickly, not wanting to waste their father’s time. He made a small hum before his voice grew muffled. Tank waited for him to finish talking to whoever it was.

“I know. I changed the locks. I told you last night.” Their father answered. Tank rolled their eyes. Their father had been asleep by the time Tank returned, but they didn’t say that. Talking through their room door didn’t mean that Tank was inside their room to hear it. They liked late night forest walks. And anyone who tried to mess with them was going to get a mouthful of sharp teeth anyways, so it’s not like there was any danger. The only things that were tougher than shifters, strength-wise, were demons. They didn’t know if daemons were stronger too. Vampires had a pretty equal amount of strength for the most part. But in pack territory, there was no reason a demon or vampire would mess with a teen shifter. Not any reasons they could think of.

“Right. Well, my key is stuck now and I can’t get in.” They repeated. They heard their father take a deep inhale before exhaling it slowly. Their face burned hotter.

“Try to get the key out and then head over to our alpha’s home. I’ll let him know and I can pick you up from there on my way home.” Their father said. Tank shook their head quickly before remembering he couldn’t see them. It was a gut reaction at this point.

“I can just wait outside, it’s fine. I don’t need to go there.” They protested, but their father insisted. The two went back and forth until Tank was forced to give in because their father had to get back to work. Their eyes glared at the key before they grasped it tightly and tugged. Probably too harshly considering they were sent back a couple steps. A small curse slipped from their lips before they grabbed their bag again. They could always go somewhere else, but they didn’t want to risk Gabe looking for them or telling their father they never arrived. This seemed like dirty pool.

The shifter rang the doorbell, their jaw clenched as anxiety coursed through their veins. It was a nice house, which only made it more scary to stand in front of it. They were just going to let Gabe know that they were here and then wait out on the front lawn for their father to finish up with his work day and come rescue them from this situation. The door opened to reveal the imposing figure of the alpha of the pack. He smiled down at Tank and the shifter quickly looked away.

“I’ll just be outside. I don’t wanna impose or nothing.” They said, hand gripping their bag. Before they could step away, Gabe opened the door wider.

“I’m not going to have a pack member just sitting out there all by their lonesome. Come on in. You can have a snack or something. David and Asher are working on homework in the dining room, so you can hang out with them.” He said. Tank flinched and scuffed their boot on the ground.

“I’d… rather wait outside.” They mumbled, their voice growing small. But Gabe didn’t close the door and after a few moments Tank lowered their head and entered the house. Gabe closed the door behind them as they untied their boots to take them off. They placed them off into the far corner, trying to take up as little amount of space as possible. Gabe offered to take their bag but they shook their head quickly. It felt weird to have the alpha trying to wait on them. Tank followed Gabe quietly towards the dining room, trying not to flinch again when the two other shifter’s gazes landed on them. They could see surprise registering on both of the other’s faces as they set their bag down and took the seat as far from them as possible. They rested their hands in their lap to fidget with, staring at the table.

“Do you want anything to drink, kiddo?” Gabe asked them gently. They didn’t know why he was treating them so gingerly. He didn’t need to. Tank shook their head.

“No thank you, sir.” They answered. Gabe nodded and looked down at his phone.

“Alright. Just let David or Ash know if you want or need something and I’m sure they’ll be happy to get it for you.” He said before glancing at the two others. “Right?” Both of them nodded as Tank sank down deeper into the chair, wanting to hide in the large hoodie that they wore. Was it stolen from their father’s closet? Yes, sue them because it was fucking soft. As Gabe left, Tank blew out a breath from between their lips. That was something about adults that they had noticed. They always had the best intentions to help, but by signing up the two others to help Tank, it just made them feel like they were even more of a burden. Asher cleared his throat, drawing their gaze over to him.

“So… what’s up?” He asked. And holy shit it was as awkward as they imagined it would be if they ever hung out with the group. That was part of the reason why they had avoided it too. It would just be way too awkward.

“I’m just waiting for my dad to pick me up, then I’ll be out of here.” Tank said quickly. They watched Asher look at David, both having small frowns on their faces. Tank knew it. They were upset that Tank was here at all. They should just go to the front lawn now that Gabe was gone. He wouldn’t be here to stop them. They stood up, jumping a little when David stood up just as fast.

“What do you want? I can get it.” He said quickly, his brow furrowed. They frowned, confusion placing itself on their face. “If you want to get something, I can just get it. You haven’t really been inside the house much, so I don’t know if you know where anything is.” David elaborated. Asher looked between the two before standing up as well. They bit back a snort. Asher always seemed to copy David so he could do the activity with his friend. It was funny.

“I’m going outside.” Tank said as they grabbed their backpack. David shook his head and circled around the table to get closer to Tank. The latter took a few steps back from him, hand tightening around their bag. They watched David raise his hands in surrender.

“You can stay inside. Besides, my dad doesn’t like people just waiting outside.” David said. Tank chewed on the inside of their cheek for a moment, noticing how Asher moved to block the most direct path towards the front door. They started to feel boxed in and took another few steps back.

“I said I was just going outside.” They said, their voice small. They didn’t like sounding meek, but the amount of anxiety and uncomfortability they were feeling at the moment was taking an effect on their voice.

“I know you well enough to know that-” David started, but they interrupted, outrage flashing through them.

“You don’t know shit about me!” They had made sure that they never gave David or anyone too much information about them. So how could David presume that he knew them well enough to know what they were doing? Sure, he was right in thinking they were going to try to wait outside. But they didn’t like him assuming he was close to them when they had taken care to make sure he stayed an arm’s reach apart, being right had nothing to do with it.

“Hey Tank, I think it would be better if we just calmed down..” Asher said. Tank turned towards him, panic swelling up in their chest. This was why they didn’t like packs. It was smothering and everyone assumed that they could treat you like they were close to you when they weren’t. They could feel their core start to thrum and the other two shifters in the room exchange an uneasy look. It only proved that they didn’t trust Tank. Fine then. If they didn’t trust Tank, there was no point in making them change their minds. They dropped their bag and after a few seconds there was the sound of ripping fabric until a wolf stood in their place. Their tail was down and curled between their legs by reflex, ears pinned to their head as they peeled back their lips to reveal sharp gleaming teeth. The two teenage boys were reflected in Tank’s pupil as white rings around their irises gleamed with their teeth. Tank barked at them before throwing in a growl for good measure. Neither moved.

Why wouldn’t they just move? Tank knew that David and Asher were bigger than them in the wolf forms. David was taller than them outside of it too. But Asher was only a few inches taller than them when everyone was bipedal. But Tank was intimidating. They knew they were. Hell, they relied on it. The next snarl that left their maw sounded unsure, even to Tank’s wishful thinking. Still, neither boys moved. The three just stood there until another presence entered the room. Tank turned to look and a soft whine left them at the sight of Gabe. Forget how big Tank might be, Gabe was bigger in any sense of the word. They shifted back, hands moving to preserve their modesty. It wasn’t in the same sense anyone outside of the shifter culture would, but they were in their alpha’s house. It felt weird to just stand there all bare. They watched him sigh and leave, hopefully to get them some clothes. They glanced towards the teenage boys, their face heating up. Asher tugged off his hoodie and held it out towards Tank, a lopsided smile placed on his face.

Great. Just… great.

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The problem with feeling like you owe someone is that the feeling bothers you until you fulfill your end of the debt. Tank’s sleep schedule was pretty shot to begin with, but now they owed the remaining Shaw family and Asher. They weren’t going to just write off the fact he handed over his hoodie to help them lessen their embarrassment. So here they sat in bed, trying to figure out how the fuck they were going to make it up to them. They could sense the disappointment that Gabe felt as he handed them a pair of jogger shorts and a t-shirt. Which were currently going through the washing machine so Tank could return them as soon as possible. They didn’t want to think about the fact that the clothes likely belonged to David based on the sizing of the clothes. At least to David’s credit he hadn’t reacted as Tank had shuffled to the bathroom to change into his clothes.

They were also going to ignore the lecture they had received from their father for being ‘disrespectful’ and ‘embarrassing him’ to Gabe. He clearly didn’t know the alpha of the pack very well if he thought that Gabe would see him any differently because of Tank’s behavior. But something felt off about their dad, so they made no mention of it. He was becoming more forgetful and quicker to blame other people for his mistakes.

“How the fuck am I going to fix it?” They muttered out loud in a hope that maybe a solution would come to them. It was silly, but it was their only hope at the moment. Slowly a solution crawled into their mind and Tank sighed. They hated it but it wasn’t wrong. Why couldn’t it just be wrong…

“I guess I’m going to a fucking hang out with the pack kid elites.”

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted AO3 #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted darling #redacted gabe #redacted black flies

[secretly-sapphic-confessions]

I have been needing to get this off my chest so Im so happy I found this blog (I have been looking for a wlw confession blog for a long time so I must thank you!) TW: HOMOPHOBIA, CURSING (only a little bit) As someone who Is a closeted lesbian in a homophobic family, I have to hear phrases like "Lesbians are disgusting animals!" or "LGBTQ+ is a sin!" or "These people are pathetic and sad and have no value in life!" every day. It always makes me wonder... what would happen when I come out (if I ever actually.) Would they stop these comments, would they treat me as a human, would they apologize? Or would they do the complete opposite. Will they treat me like the "disgusting animal" that I'm said to be? Will they kick me out? Will the day that I come out also be the day my life is ended? Its so fucking hard. My own family unknowingly call me the most disgusting things. I have to hear everyday that "I'm not normal." and how I am a "Sad pathetic person who has no value." Why am I like this? Why me? I hate being a lesbian, I wish I could like men but I just cant. Its getting way to hard to handle, sitting with my mom at night, wondering "How quick would my life change if I said the 5 words, "Mom, I am a lesbian."

My dear Anon, I’d like to begin with thanking you for your ask! It takes a lot to speak up about your problems, even anonymously, so thank you for trusting me with this! <3 (And I’m so glad you found the blog too! I was looking for one too and couldn’t find one so I’ll just do it myself, I’m here to serve)

I’m very sure I don’t have to tell you that those are harrowing things to hear full-stop, never-mind frequently. And Anon, i assure you that you are absolutely none of them! Never ever! Being part of the rainbow gang can be messy, overly idealised and just downright exhausting, but all through your journey you will never be an example to fit next to their false beliefs. Remember, what they say comes from a place of ignorance and centuries of corruption, it’s neither their fault nor yours, but that doesn’t make it anywhere near okay for you to be exposed to. Keep affirming yourself, you are strong, so so brave and beautiful!

As for you wondering about coming out, sometimes you can never know what the outcome will be until you do, but I will say this-

You may have heard this advice before, but I will always reiterate it as many times as possible to keep my kin safe:

never come out in a potentially hostile environment against your better judgement until you can sustain yourself, or have someone to fall back onto in the worst case scenario. (I must especially stress this if you’re young and still dependent on family for essentials/getting to a stable future). It’s absolutely crushing to think that some of us still have to hide ourselves, especially to the ones that are meant to love us most, and for that I apologise to you endlessly for your struggling, you don’t deserve this anon and it’s not okay. absolutely none of this is your fault. We’re here for you. However, if that wondering does get to you and you feel that you would be safe with your family post coming out, I would say go for it, if it’s something you want to do! (always remember you owe coming out to nobody, though! I personally never came out to my parents lmao, I just brought my then girlfriend home and they didn’t say anything, but I’m lucky that they were accepting.) I also have a few friends where their families who have been previously been horribly homophobic have changed their tune considerably after learning their child/relation is LGBT+! Sometimes homophobia does just come from a place of misinformation and normalisation, so it’s good to give them a chance to do better, nothing is set in stone when you’re willing to learn! And at the end of the day, they should always love you for you first, even if they don’t agree with the way you choose to live your life.

Unfortunately I’m someone who has also gone through hating my sexuality, so trust me, I know how it feels. But I’m primarily here to tell you that you can come out the other side of it! It may take time, and it’s going to be hard, especially around people who think differently, but being a lesbian is BEAUTIFUL! You are absolutely STUNNING anon! For just being you! And I say that with the backing of my whole heart! God choose you to be gay because you’re one of his favourite designs, you’re too good for men, trust me! ^_−☆

I sincerely hope that you’re doing okay, and that this resonates with you even a little. This isn’t just your weight to carry! My asks, submissions and even DMs (if they work) are always open for you if you’re in need (or even if you’re not, don’t be shy!) I hope my blog can come to be a safe space for you and many other likeminded individuals. (I promise there will be more content soon haha, Its a lot to work on as a new blog)

Always remember there’s a whole community behind you, and an even more loving and devoted sub-community of Wlw and Sapphics who have gone through similar things, and we’re always here to support you!

My best wishes for you going forward, I know you’ve got this!!

it will get better

~ sappho

#answered asks #sapphic confessions #wlw #tw homophobia #tw swearing #lesbian #sapphic #asks

[bittersweet--chaos]

here are the quotes, feel free to place characters with quotes and make silly/serious situations they’d be said in:

“they may have no names, but there’s an identity to be acknowledged.”

“if i walk into hell i want it to be blazing, not lukewarm”

“one day you’ll decompose and i’ll be there to watch it happen”

“why would you blame the people reaching for heaven instead of the god who cursed them?”

“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something”

“god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own”

“someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful”

“you cannot kill me in a way that matters”

“decay exists as an extant form of life”

“she hadn’t kissed freedom only to die before she could fuck it”

“if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil, eventually he may answer”

“you’re not satan, your god. satan kills far too fewer people”

“The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil”

“one day you’ll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and you’ll have to justify the space you’ve filled”

“if gods can bleed, gods can die”

“the fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us”

“baby every me is me, we are the mask and the wearer”

“i wade through honey-rich excess while you starve of your own volition”

“in a game of no consequences, why do you still play the ‘good’ side?” - “because being mean makes me feel bad”

“we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it”

“you’ve opened this can of worms, now lie in it”

“darkness without light is an abyss, light without darkness is blinding, you cannot have a coin with one side.”

“i survived because i burned my ancestors”

“the stars don’t care who i am or what i do, i owe the universe nothing, i exist on my own terms”

“the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility”

“my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted; do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar”

“the intelligence of animals is measured by how willing they are to obey the commands or humans” - “same goes for students”

“the anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave”

“even the ground wouldn’t want him to rot in it”

“if you didn’t want to die, then why were you born?”

“when i leave you will understand why storms are named after people”

“did you forget that beasts have claws and teeth”

“lions do not loose sleep over the opinion of sheep”

“freedom is a length of rope and god wants you to hang yourself with it”

“it’s not that deep” - “maybe not, but the ground is soft and i’m ready to dig”

“i’d rather die standing than live kneeling”

“you could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature”

“you can’t shake the devils hand and say you’re only kidding”

“do you think god stays in heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he’s created?”

“pick a god and pray”

“i’ll do whatever you want” - “then perish”

“i will face god and walk backwards into hell”

“all knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove, will you fight? or will you perish like a dog?”

“in whatever manner it comes to be, love is never wrong, especially between one who has so much of it to give, and one so desperately in need of it”

“we deserve a soft epilogue my love”

“those who have no gods or kin to aid them must rely on themselves”

“only bare your teeth if you’re willing to get blood on them”

“our paths may have crossed briefly, but you still had the misfortune of knowing me”

“you bury a seed not because it looks nice in the dirt, but because the limbs that branch out will look nice in the sky”

“kill me. kill me and live with the memory. then tell the stars that you won”

“the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”

“even fate picks its favorites”

“then become the dirt i walk on”

“you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies”

“Thucydides said that "The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools" however you appear to be both a fool and a coward”

“live with what makes you comfortable but know that ultimately you're not telling yourself the truth"

“You will beg for death but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury”

“you, who are without mercy, now plead for it?"

There’s to many of them to give to characters so imma do that another time

#leto_talks #ghost 👻

[star-going-supernova]

Thanks for answering, I loved the story! :D mechagodzilla and Madison! how niceAnd about the other request, I ask you for a little story (2 chapters or 1) of Madison and Rodan in AO3, the Firebird deserves love too (since Godzilla and guidorah are more popular)Rodan and Madison would be very nice (how it develops I left it to your imagination :3 I hope you can answer)

You're welcome! And thank you! It's not a full chaptered story, but here's a fluffy little ficlet of the two of them. I agree, Rodan deserves more love!

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“‘She obtained the situation of companion to Miss Barton, calling herself Amy Durrant. She engaged a room and put some furniture into it so as to create more of a personality for herself. The drowning plan was a sudden inspiration. She had been waiting for some opportunity to present itself. Then she staged the final scene of the drama and returned to Australia, and in due time she and her brothers and sisters inherited Miss Barton’s money as next of kin.’”

“Why,” her dad’s voice interrupted Maddie, “are you reading about murder to Rodan?” 

She looked up from the rocky ledge she was comfortably perched on. In the volcanic pit beside her, Rodan cooed gently at the break in the story. 

“What, worried he’s gonna find inspiration?” Maddie asked, grinning. Sitting up a bit, she lifted the book, making sure to hold her page with her thumb, and presented the cover of Miss Marple: The Complete Short Stories to him. “He likes mysteries.”

Using the distraction to drink from her much-needed water bottle—just because it was safe in the base didn’t make it any less hot—Maddie watched her dad shake his head. 

“Maybe I should be worried about you getting ideas,” he muttered, leaning on the railing above her. 

“It is a pretty good ‘what not to do’ list,” she said. 

Rodan shifted, moving his head closer, the side of his beak bumping against the outcropping. She reached out to pet the warm skin beneath his eye, which rolled back a little. Not unlike a dog very happy about being scratched in just the right place. 

“Do you read to all of them?” her dad asked. “The Titans, I mean.”

“Nah. G falls asleep if he’s laying down for more than five minutes, and Mothra prefers movies.” Maddie swirled the ice in her water bottle. “Me and Rodan are book club buddies. Dr. Stanton suggests stuff for us sometimes, too.” 

Rodan—and there was no other word for it—purred. It was a much softer rumble than Godzilla’s with a definite cat-like trill to it. He liked their little two-person book club.

“Rick reads Miss Marple?” Instead of sounding doubtful, her dad sounded vaguely horrified. “Rick reads the ‘what not to do’ list?” 

Maddie sucked air in through her teeth, faux apologetic. 

He sagged in place with a groan. “I’m gonna start locking my door when we’re at Castle Bravo.” Looking over his shoulder, he appeared to watch someone for a moment before nodding. “All right, they still need me topside for a while. We might end up staying the night.” 

“Works for me,” Maddie said, settling back into place. “We still got some mysteries to solve. Don’t we, Rodan?” 

Rodan made a motion not unlike fluffing up, just minus the feathers. A short, soft screech of delight echoed through the chamber. 

Her dad turned and walked away, chuckling, as Maddie reopened the book. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes—‘A very bold and perfect crime,’ said Sir Henry. ‘Almost the perfect crime.’”

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