#like. at some point you gotta accept that she makes her own rules now.

[outrunningthedark]

about to be controversial in the tags. don’t start trouble.

#i do not understand maddie fans complaining about her lack of screen time as of late because it's jlh?? #she could just ask for more material??? give them more time??? and she's clearly fine with her job up 'til now??? #like. at some point you gotta accept that she makes her own rules now. #tina speaks

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 5 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

I’m not going to lie, this was the best chapter of the first volume so far. Not only was it better than the old chapters because we had much more to see and think about, but it’s also because it had some soft intimate moments mixed with happy scenes and not to mention felt longer than the others.

I would like to point out that I was completely in the right to explain why it was perfectly reasonable for Amalia to be worried that Aurora would take her place. In my chapter 4 review, I mentioned how Aurora had no right to lead the kingdom without Amalia even if it was in her legal right to do so. Aurora doesn't fully grasp the beliefs of the Sadidas. If she banishes Amalia, the final member of the royal Sadida family, from the kingdom, she will lack crucial insight into the kingdom's governance, particularly regarding the functioning of the Tree of Life.

It's important to note that while Yugo may not be a Sadida or a Twelvian, he has at least demonstrated the bare minimum level of cultural understanding and interaction that surpasses Aurora. Having lived among the Sadidas and rescued them multiple times, he has even communicated with King Oakheart without difficulty. However, it's worth noting that not all Sadidas may fully accept Yugo despite everything he has done. A good example of this would be what @vinillain has said about the topic in their post. I actually recommend you to see what they have to say about it.

Aurora has told Amalia to go back to her adventures, implying that she doesn’t need Amalia IN HER OWN HOME. Not only is the blue cow trophy wife a dumbass, but she’s also extremely unaware of the consequences she could receive if she lets her go.

It’s completely ridiculous but insane to kick the only remaining royal family of the Sadida kingdom if you don’t know how to keep the very living thing that keeps its people breathing.

This just keeps me wondering what the hell is Aurora’s goal besides ruling another kingdom other than the Osamodas one. Is there even another goal? Because if there isn’t, you gotta keep the only member of the royal family around you if you don’t want to fuck a kingdom up babes.

Aurora is legitimately an embarrassment to all blondes out there. They are already tired of hearing the annoying stereotype of “being dumb blondes” so don’t make it worse for them.

I hate what this is implying and I hate how Amalia explains it to Yugo.

Amalia already told Yugo in Season 4 that the sadidas protect the trees with their lives. And now, she’s here specifying to him that once a Sadida dies, they are still very much present in other ways.

Tot I swear on my ass, if this turns out to be some kind of foreshadowing for Amalia’s death, I’m booking a plane ticket straight to France. However, if this turns out to be some sort of implication that Amalia will replace or be the official guardian of the Tree of Life, I might be into it. We’ll just have to see where her words will go.

I loved how Yugo immediately went to console her and brought her into his arms. My guy doesn’t hesitate at all anymore and I’m so proud 🥰 He’s now able to give her the love she deserves 💕

This is the first time he mentions the past, and I'm glad he remembers how she used to be and can see the good in her, even when she was less mature.

Look at how he admires her in this very moment! He’s absolutely smitten 💕💕

“But already full of courage.” Yeah, the fearless sassy adventurer is definitely his type lol

I’ve been seeing a lot of people talk about the pregnancy situation with Aurora and with Amalia as well. The recurring references to pregnancy in certain chapters have led some to speculate about their significance. They are so vaguely placed in some instances but still present that the mentions almost appear like they’ve been strategically placed, leading to the belief that they may play a crucial role in upcoming events.

Here, we have Amalia crying her tears out at the idea that Aurora is perfectly justified to regain her position as queen simply because of her alleged pregnancy.

Just this scene alone makes me believe that Amalia has all the right to get pregnant as well. This is literally the scene that’s pushing the idea of her getting a kid.

Amalia. Get pregnant already. YUGO HELP HER-

I genuinely hate the fact that Amalia believes Armand would’ve let Aurora become the leader in his place because she’s harbouring his “child.”

Like no babe that doesn’t make any sense.

Throughout Season 4, we were able to clearly understand that Armand and Aurora did have feelings for one another but that didn’t mean Armand thought she was worthy to take his place if he was gone.

There’s a reason why there was only one throne in the Sadida kingdom.

There’s a reason why he was the only one conversing the most with other symbols of power or influence such as Master Joris, Yugo, and the cow king.

There’s a reason why he only addresses himself when he’s talking about the sadida leadership.

There’s a reason why he says “my people” rather than “our people”.

There’s a reason why he told Amalia, straight to her face, that she’s got it from here right before he sacrifices himself.

Armand never thought about Aurora when it came to any kind of leadership.

And sure, even if the child is real (because I still do not believe that wench), that doesn’t mean Armand was expecting the child to take over for him, much less Aurora, when Amalia was still in the picture.

Man was just horny that’s it.

Oh oop- drama???

Omg no this is genuinely such a good moment.

Amalia accidentally tells Yugo that he’s a stranger in the eyes of the royal Osamodas family and supposedly the other leaders as well and Yugo simply accepts this fact while she’s over here internally cursing herself for saying that to his face.

Because Amalia knows she’s right. And Yugo knows it just as much as her, if only more. Despite how Yugo wants to help Amalia in the situation she’s in, he’s aware that his very existence is a disturbance to the other leaders. (Which is a parallel to what happened with the Eliatrope goddess and the other gods around her.)

It greatly bothers Yugo to not be able to help his wife because of what he is and it is pretty understandable. There are people who are clashing with Amalia so he’ll obviously want to fight back.

While we're on the subject of who’s more of a stranger than the actual alien, I’d like to point out that even the royal Sadida staff treats Yugo like he’s part of the family. When Yugo and Amalia were having their moment, Renate (or Canar, I can’t remember who is who these two are just always together) enters the sacred grounds and calls for them, reminding them to be a part of the wedding their friends are having. But the way Renate (or Canar) addresses them is not by their royal status, but simply by their names.

This is an important detail to be aware of because Renate/Canar had no reason to justify why he called them by their names alone.

It just goes to show that some royal servants can be comfortable calling Yugo and Amalia this way without receiving any consequences. It also implies that only the servants who have interacted and gotten along with Yugo and Amalia when they were younger, are allowed to address them by their names.

And I love that fact so terribly much.

Amalia is a queen who understands personal relationships with servants and doesn’t think the idea is a bad thing. She has always been looking forward to speaking to her servants and befriending them since she was a child. Renate, Canar, and Evangelyne are examples of this.

Another detail that can be pointed out in this scene is what Renate/Canar said next: there was a wedding the two are supposed to attend later in the day.

This wouldn’t have been such a big thing to think about if it wasn’t for the fact that Yugo mentioned to Grougal that the two people in question who are getting a wedding, are two of his and Amalia’s friends.

Literally what? Who?!? Who are those friends??? That literally came out of nowhere!

It can’t be Eva and Dally because they already got married ages ago. So who could they be? Some friends who the brotherhood of the tofu met during one of their adventures? New characters that we’re going to see in Season 5 if it ever gets released? Or simply new characters that we’re going to discover in the manga? I’m throwing all the possibilities in the air because these two individuals cannot be normal civilians that Yugo and Amalia decided to plan a wedding for. Yugo precisely stated that these people are their friends.

Because of the Brotherhood’s lack of presence, one might assume that the couple getting married could consist of a Sadida and an Eliatrope, which would explain why Yugo and Amalia are familiar with them.

The Eliatropes and Sadidas depicted in this panel appear to be getting along, as they are all gathered in circles surrounded by Sadidas who seem to be accepting of their presence.

@aphilayx circled the exact amount of small groups that contained sadidas and eliatropes conversing together.

We can also believe that the marriage is unlikely to have any of the brotherhood’s friends who they met in their adventures take part in the ceremony, as was the case with Tristeva and Yumalia’s weddings. It appears that only Alibert, Adamaï, and Chibi, who are not from the kingdom, will be participating.

All of these points only encourage the idea that the marriage Yugo and Amalia would participate in could be between a sadida and an eliatrope.

…if the eliatropes weren’t children.

The eliatropes are not adults yet. Only a few months, or possibly a year, have passed between Season 4 and the webtoon. The eliatropes are not ready to marry anyone.

But then again, an interracial marriage would still make sense. Because why would any other race be here? I don’t see anyone else. The room we were shown only displayed sadidas and eliatropes. The only other person who isn’t an eliatrope, a sadida, or even a dragon, is Alibert (poor guy’s the only Enutrof there lol). He sticks out like a sore thumb 😭

Speaking of the room, we finally get to see Chibi and Grougal! It's great to have more opportunities to see them, especially since they were only featured in the first episode of the Ovas and one episode of Season 4 until now. In both of those times, they barely spoke or said a line. But here, we can finally see them having more moments and SPEAKING.

Well, only Chibi is talking but I think that’s pretty understandable since Grougal seems to be less talkative than him cuz he’s…well a baby dragon.

Grougal chews on wood when he can’t eat anything else…

Honestly, that’s relatable for all human babies. And then we got Chibi over here who decided to snitch on him for trying to eat Az. I never thought the future inventor would be able to snitch like that, how embarrassing.

DUDE WHY ARE YOU BRINGING DOWN GROUGAL LIKE THAT?! BRO’S JUST TRYNNA BE A DRAGON-

I’ve never seen Yugo get this mad at Grougal damn. I only saw Adamaï acting like that in season 2...daddy’s mad.

Yugo gives off the vibe of being the responsible older brother who had to act mature to help the parents handle the younger kids. He’s such a big brother to them both to the point where he’s making me think he’ll be such a good househusband father.

He’s even compromising with them!! Telling Grougal to wait a bit until the food can be ready.

Please that is such a fatherly thing to do!! They usually do this when the mother isn’t watching lol. Yugo’s over here telling Grougal to wait just a bit longer so he could be able to eat whatever he wants at the banquet.

By the way, I bet the feast will only be filled with drinks and fruits based on the food we’ve seen in the webtoon trailer.

Ruel had once complained that all the sadidas ate were soups so I guess that’s also another thing these people eat. The only time I’ve seen a sadida eat meat was Amalia in the first episode of the Ovas cutting a cooked animal in Ruel’s contraption.

So yeah, Grougal’s gonna starve either way lol

Also I’m definitely using this panel as my lock screen 💕💕

Look at him, he’s about to ground him before Alibert can.

Just cuz of this scene alone, it made me think that’s how he’s gonna act if he ever gets a kid(s) with Amalia. So if his kid misbehaves, he’d make that frowning face lol

And now we’re back to these imbeciles.

It irks me that these two blue-skinned clowns are being served and taken care of by the sadidas. They got THEIR OWN SUITE ARE U KIDDING ME-

The blue cow king even had some food prepared by the sadidas for his goofy ass ride! Stop treating the sadida servants like they are your own ones!!

Aurora is as unlikable as always, ordering the people to prepare her room.

I swear not even younger Amalia used to order her people like that. She used to get along with them and even talk to them as if she was about to spill some tea. But Aurora? Cow is so entitled that she’s even acting like that to people who are not even from the same race as her.

Blue cow mentioned that the chest the Sadida servant was carrying, had a “kougnard” in it (in English it’s a “skrot”).

We couldn’t see what it looked like but it clearly scared the shit out of that sadida woman. So I took the time to search up what a “Kougnard” was and it turns out it was actually a very ugly bat creature.

A “kougnard” is an animal you can use for transportation or a companion you can bring around while adventuring. Their main use is transportation though so they carry you from point A to point B if you can’t find a zaap gate near you.

They originally came from Ecaflipus, the Ecaflip God’s dimension. The kougnard that Aurora has is a newborn one which would explain why it could fit into a chest.

For a visual example, this is what a kougnard looks like in its adult form 👇

So yeah, pretty ugly.

Like ew wtf no wonder the sadida woman shit her leaves. Sorry for any player who uses these things but I don’t see how you can even touch one of them, let alone look at them for more than fifteen seconds. They look like ugly crusty bats that are fighting for their lives just to breathe.

Also what’s up with Aurora keeping familials in chests?? Wtf?? Isn’t she pro-animal or whatever?? Literally what’s up with that?? What’s so special about a living baby kougnard that she has to keep it in a chest???

That thing is even ugly as a baby, just look at how that sadida woman reacted when she saw it. Literally freaked her the hell out.

Apparently, Aurora wears the animal on her head in the next chapter according to what the next chapter’s cover entails. She seems to have something in her head and @geekgirles deduced that if we focus our attention on the top of her head, we can see claws.

I swear if that blue cow is actually looking down on people in that panel while having an ugly crusty-ass bat on her head, I’ll be laughing my ass off at this goofy behavior.

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[bonefall]

For the cat who takes out Juniperclaw, maybe if any of Leafstar's kits are still alive besides Harrybrook (or just him idk how you characterize any of the three), perhaps one of them would go with it? Leafstar might not have liked "an eye for an eye" and she'd probably teach them it's wrong to seek revenge, but I do think one of them can be talked into it, in the name of SkyClan and Leafstar. Make it more personal when Juniperclaw is told who they are in relation to the cat he killed, making it click in his head what is about to happen.

Oooo, great idea, I GOTTA do that... hmmm. Much as I wish I could cash in another chip for Firefern, since I adore her name, it's gotta be Harrybrook.

In-canon, his character is consistently harsh and distrusting and he's got it even worse in BB. It could be like his mother is the only thing actually holding him back. If anyone is going to end up being Waspstar's "Cleaner," it absolutely has to be him.

Harrybrook: We had a good thing, you stupid son of a foxheart! We had Leafstar, we had a camp, we had everything we needed and it all ran like woodwork! You could have shut your mouth, hunted, and caught as much prey as you ever needed. It was perfect! But no! You just had to blow it up! You, and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man! If you’d known your place, we’d all be fine right now!

A little recap of BB!Harrybrook, since it's been a while since I've mentioned him or any of his fragments;

Harrybrook is the son of Leafstar, Echosong, and Billystorm.

SkyClan does not have the Cleric's Vow.

This is because SkyClan was exiled at the beginning of the Ripple Era; before Larkstripe's Strike which resulted in the unofficial vow being codified.

it is actually a positive in their culture if their Cleric previously raised kittens. Echosong probably did have other litters in her long life.

Echosong is also alive to the current arc; Frecklewing joined with The Kin. Fidgetflake is still around, but he's probably still the "junior" Cleric of sorts.

Important point being that Harrybrook has personal stake in SkyClan's unique customs. His only surviving parent is a Cleric.

I wouldn't be surprised if this is what makes him such an effective killer. He has a knowledge of poisons and anatomy.

All cats know where the carotid artery is, they find it all the time when they put the killing bite in the wrong spot. Habr knows where else a single blow can bleed you out.

As a little kitten, he was named after Harry, who helped to save his mother.

What no one knew at the time was that Harry was being courted by an ancient monster. Sol, the God of Autumn, Change, and Tricks, wanted to play a game.

The rules were simple; Sacrifice three kits.

Sol wanted to see how far Harry, once baring the name Cinders, would go in pursuit of the power it could offer him. Sol HATES a boring vessel.

Harry JUMPED at the chance, offering two of his own kits as the last one got away. He just needed one more.

SkyClan almost tempted him into tucking his ambition away. Here, he was safe and accepted for the first time... but his desire for power won out in the end.

Sol offers immortality, the ability to mould reality like clay, the whole world could be Harry's toy.

(WIP SECTION)

In some way, Sol was able to manipulate Billystorm. I'm still working out how severe this manipulation was.

He likely got to Leafstar too. Possibly intentionally driving a wedge between them-- convincing Billystorm that SkyClan was unsafe and he'd raised the kits more than either his mate or his mate's girlfriend. He had a right to keep them safe, even if that meant taking them from everything they'd ever known.

And to Leafstar, he told her Billystorm was plotting against her. That she needed to be as firm with him as she is with the cantankerous Sharpclaw. If she's not, he might take those kittens back to his humans, and who knows what they'd do?

In any case, a fight between them causes Billystorm to leave. I'm not sure if I'm keeping Leafstar exiling him.

(Note: I don't really like how either character acts in the canon story. Or the framing. Or... anything about it really. It's bad Todd.)

In the past, I'd made it so Billy ended up trying to take the kids to his human, and then the human was the one who decided to get rid of the kits. INSTEAD it works a LOT better if Billystorm went back to his humans, and Harry then used this as a lure to get the kittens out of camp.

"Let's go visit your Ba, kittens. I know where he is. Just follow me."

While living in the town, Billystorm meets up with the child of Harry who got away, and learns that they've all been set up.

Billystorm deserves to go run save his kids and punch a God in the face I think.

DAYLIGHT WARRIOR MORE LIKE LIGHTS OUT WARRIOR! KAPOW!!

(Much as I will miss the gutpunch brutality of Billystorm realizing that his human can't be trusted. I'll just use the idea someplace else.)

(WIP SECTION END)

Stormkit was unable to be saved. There was only Firefern and Harrybrook.

Harry has been terrified of water since then. It represents everything awful that's ever happened to him.

He doesn't even like when it rains. Storms always seem to bring terrible things.

Firefern ended up dying on the journey to the Lake. I'm leaning towards changing it to infection, during the time that Echosong is missing (taking Frecklewing's arc).

Her other mother wasn't there to help her, and she died of something preventable. Something Harry knows she could have healed.

Harrybrook hates his name. I think he was too quiet about it, though, to the point where his family wasn't aware of it.

They probably figured it was overwriting Harry's memory. It's Harrybrook's name now, instead. Harry just feels like it's a reminder of being tricked.

I think at one point he should get an honor title, but I'm still working it out. He might just be keeping Harrybrook as a grim reminder.

If it's him who kills Juniperclaw, I know for a fact he'd take Waspstar's orders very seriously; "Please be discreet and professional." It's only mostly personal, you see. More importantly, this is for SkyClan.

Leafstar wouldn't have approved. But she's not here now.

He'd quietly intercept Juniperclaw as he approaches the camp, standing in his way, looking him up and down without a twinge of emotion on his face. Juniperclaw's hackles are raised immediately. He lived with SkyClan before Heartstar reformed ShadowClan-- everyone knows who Harveybrook is.

"I've- I've come to pay my respects," He says proudly, standing tall and noble. Even after that he did, he has the boldness to hold himself as a brave warrior. What he knows he did, and to who he's talking to. Harrybrook shouldn't fault him for not knowing how arrogant he comes across-- but does anyway.

"Yes, we've been expecting you," He flicks his tail and dips his head respectfully, "Right this way."

The trail doesn't lead to camp.

When Juniperclaw begins to realize that they're taking a strange path, he just waves it away as an odd feeling. It's been a while since he's been here, after all. But the tickle doesn't go away. It gets stronger and stronger, until he recognizes the northern border of what used to be ShadowClan's full range.

And that's when he halts, "Where exactly are you taking me?"

"Not any further if you don't want to," Though Harrybrook's eyes are wide like he's about to pounce on prey and his massive body is buckled low, prowling, sizing up the distance between them, his tone is soft. Like he's gently explaining something to a fellow warrior. "This would be far enough."

The ex-deputy swallows on a dry throat, frozen in place. Harrybrook relaxes his stance. Juniperclaw seems to be very good at taking orders, just like he is. He knows exactly what to do to keep this discreet and professional.

"If you'd like, we can finish the long walk. It's a place my mother used to like. It has flowers, butterflies, it's a lovely haven," He relaxes his stance, meeting Juniperclaw's terrified eyes with a calm, dutiful look.

The panic distills into a resolve. Like something clicked in his mind, and he was coming to one of those unspoken conclusions that these Forest Four cats all seem to have figured out between them. "All right. I... I think I know the haven you're talking about. We can have our fight there. There's no need to make a scene."

Harrybrook's ear flicks, but Juniperclaw doesn't see it as he brushes past him. It seems he misunderstood what this is. He thinks this is an invocation of the Right to Challenge. That this is going to be a fair fight between warriors.

It's the last mistake he ever made. But he doesn't feel a thing. Back turned to his killer, he hears the snap before he learns in StarClan that it was the sound of his own neck.

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Proud of tag

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Rules: post an excerpt you are proud of

So a few years ago, I was stumped on Lexi and Ash's flashback chapters regarding their feud. A lot of important stuff for later in the series happens, but I was having a hard time making it work. (Still, I'm figuring out what exactly I can do to make it more relevant to the present...but it needs to be done Now...ahh) Anyway, I had an epiphany. I somehow never showed Ash's side.

So here's Ash's side. Part of it.

CW: emotional manipulation of a minor

From The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I tossed my phone to the table, irritated. Shelby and her dad looked at me, curious. “What was that?” Shelby asked. She glanced at her dad, then back to me. “Lexi?” I sighed, nodding as I fiddled with the silver ring on my index finger. I slipped it off and held it between my fingers, focusing on the way the light from the chandelier over the table reflected off it. “Lexi,” Mr. Jimenez repeated, looking thoughtful. “Shelby, that was the girl you were friends with in first grade, wasn't it?” “Yes, Papa,” said Shelby. “Mm,” Mr. Jimenez hummed to himself, reaching for a cookie of his own. “Yes, I remember Lexi. She was close to you. Once. Poor girl. Held on too tight.” He paused. “Though petty. She broke your friendship over a simple misunderstanding.” “That doesn’t sound like Lexi,” I said defensively, clasping the ring in my fist. “She doesn’t get mad at you over something minute or a tiny dispute?” Mr. Jimenez glanced at my phone, which had yet to receive a response. The ring dug into my palm as I stared at my knee peeking through the hole in my jeans. “Ash, there are people in this world who will betray you for the wrong reasons. Petty disagreements. A misunderstanding. Or, in some cases, jealousy. Some people believe they are the center of the world. Of the universe. They believe everyone’s attention should revolve around them.” “Lexi doesn’t even like people touching her,” I said flatly. “That doesn’t mean she isn’t longing for attention,” Mr. Jimenez pointed out. “She’s pretty outgoing, yes?” I nodded. She was always introducing herself and making friends with the people who sat next to each other. “Lexi relies too much on comfort. And once that comfort is broken, she will no longer be able to get comfortable again. And that scares her. Even her fear of touch. She’s afraid of not being comfortable.” I moved the ring back between my thumb and index finger. He was right. “Ash,” said Shelby. I glanced up. “I know you and Lexi are close, but you gotta remember that she’s not in charge of your friendships.” “I know she’s not!” I said harshly, accidentally dropping the ring on the floor. “Agh!” I grunted in frustration as I ducked below the table to get it. I sighed as I sat back, holding the ring in my lap. “Sorry. It’s just… Labor Day weekend… we usually spend it together.” “You still have tomorrow and Monday,” Mr. Jimenez pointed out as I stood to get back in my chair. “Yeah, but I think Lexi’s mad at me.” I pulled one leg up to the chair, leaning my elbow against my knee, gaze still on the ring. Mr. Jimenez scoffed. “For being friends with my daughter?” “Yes!” I said, suddenly furious and spinning to face him. “And it’s not fair! Like you said, she isn’t in charge of who I hang out with! Why should I choose not to be friends with someone she doesn’t like because of a petty disagreement from five years ago? She’s being selfish! And a hypocrite! She hung out with a girl in gym, and did I complain about her not accepting my request to shoot hoops? No! I didn’t! She just dribbled moping the entire time until someone walked up to her. And she had the audacity to get mad that I didn’t choose her as a partner? We’ll have partners later in the year! I can partner with her then! I’m friends with Lexi, but I can be friends with Shelby, too, and she needs to accept that!”

Agh

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[simplyparker]

Oh, Baby

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Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: May had a baby and Peter volunteers to babysit.

Warnings: Cursing, "babysitting" a baby, Peter Parker being a dumbass, suggestiveness towards the end

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: I don't even know anymore lmfao

When May told Peter that she and Happy were adopting a baby, he was really excited. May wasn’t able to have kids, and Peter was happy she was finally adopting a baby like she had talked about for so long. He was an only child so he couldn't wait to be a big brother.

He was excited, to say the least.

Well, that was until May and Happy had accepted Peter's offer to watch baby Ben.

Ben was seven months old, and May and Happy hadn't had a date night since the baby was adopted. May and Happy had met a woman named Gabriel who wanted to give her baby up for adoption as soon as she had it. They signed a bunch of papers and Gabriel told them that she didn’t want anything to do with him, they both understood and that was that.

Peter told May that should bring him over early in the morning so that she and Happy could have the whole day together. May had packed a diaper bag for him that had everything he needed. She told him what times he needed to be fed, and what times he needed to be put down for naps. She even set up the play pin for him in the living area.

Everything was fine. At first. Peter and Ben had been playing on the floor with some of the toys May packed. Ben was army crawling around and giggling and babbling. Everything was fine.

Then 10 am rolled around. Peter made Ben a bottle and had a jar of carrots for him to eat. May told him that carrots were his favorite thing, which is funny because Peter hated them when he was a baby. Peter found your old highchair from when you were a baby and put Ben in it. He fed Ben half a pack of carrot mush, then cleaned him up. Peter was trying to give Bent the bottle, but Ben refused. He was not having it. He started crying because at this point it was past 10:30 and 10:30 was his nap time. Peter just assumed that he was full from the bottle. He changed his diaper, then started rocking him in the single rocking armchair that was in his room. Ben quickly fell asleep.

Though, he didn’t stay asleep for long. May told Peter that Ben should sleep for well over an hour and a half, but Ben ended up waking up around 25 minutes into his nap. He immediately started crying, and Peter grabbed the bottle thinking that would help, and it did, but only for a moment. Peter tried bouncing him and soothing him. He even made weird noises and faces.

After about 10 straight minutes of crying, Peter headed out of his room and down to the living room. When he got down there he saw Kate, Clint, Natasha, and Tony sitting in there. Peter sat Ben down and sat down next to him. Shaking some toys to grab his attention. Ben calmed down for a bit. Playing with toys, and gnawing on the pretzel teething toy May had packed.

Ben could sit up on his own but was new to it so he wobbled a bit. After about 20 minutes of playing, Ben fell over, and Peter panicked. Big mistake.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” Peter exclaims, making Ben cry. “Rule #1 Peter, you aren’t supposed to freak out when a baby falls over. They pick up on your fear, then they get scared.” Tony tells him.

“Yeah, when Lila was a baby and would fall over while trying to sit up, I would laugh, so she knows that she’s okay. I mean obviously, if she hit hard and started crying I would make sure she was okay, but otherwise, you gotta fake laugh. They think it's funny.” Clint says.

“Oh,” Pete mumbles. Ben’s cries picked up as Peter tried to soothe him by walking around and lightly bouncing him. “Can someone please help me? I’ve never done this before.”

"I- I'm busy right now," Kate says.

"I've never held a baby in my life," Nat says and Clint quickly objects

"That's bullshit." and she sighs and says,

“Okay, I've only held Clint's kids." Natasha corrects.

Y/n walks up to Peter who is standing in the corner of the room with the crying baby at an arms-length distance.

"Uhm…I'll take it.." she says, grabbing the baby and Peter lets out a breath of relief.

"It?" Tony laughs.

"Shut the hell up old man," you say as you gently rock the baby in your arms. “Hey cutie, was Peter baing mean to you?” you ask as Ben calms down.

“Wha- I wasn’t!” Peter yelps.

“He’s just a damn boy it’s okay Ben. But it’s okay, you’re not a dumb boy, you’re a cute little baby.” you smile and Ben babbles at you.

“How did you do that?” Peter asks and you look up at him.

“I don’t know.” you shrug. You look back down to Ben and make a face. You sniff Ben and gag, “Peter you have a shitty diaper to clean.” you give Ben back to Peter and he lays him down and grabs a diaper and wipes.

“He hasn’t pooped all day, I was hoping I was getting lucky.” Peter groans.

“Babies are supposed to poop multiple times a day, that’s probably why he was so whiney,” Tony says.

“I think that would be one of the only downsides of having a child,” Kate says.

“I absolutely agree. I will change piss diapers all day, but you shit? You’re going to your dad.” you say.

“I was okay with changing poopy diapers,” Tony starts, “What I wasn’t okay with was when you would spit up on my face when I would do airplanes with you,” Tony tells you.

“Yuck.” Peter says, “I don’t think I’m ready to have a kid anytime soon.” Peter says, “I mean I would love to in the late, late future, but definitely not now.” he finishes,

“Well shout out to contraceptives. My birth control is really pulling its weight.” you laugh.

“I am right here,” Tony says.

“Sorry dad.” you look away. “Anyways,” you change the subject, “Kate?” you say and she looks up at you, “You wanna go grab some pizza with me?” you ask.

“Yeah, let's go.” she gets up and Peter protests,

“What! You guys can’t leave me. What am I supposed to do?” He asks,

“Maybe don’t offer to babysit all day.” Kate shrugs,

“Yeah… maybe offer to babysit for like a few hours,” you say.

“I’m gonna go grab my jacket,” Kate says and walks off.

“Love? You’re gonna leave me?” He asks.

“I’ll bring you back some pizza.” you smile.

“Fine,” Peter says reluctantly,

“I love you,” you tell him

“I love you too,” he responds. You give him a chaste kiss and walk over to your dad and peck his cheek,

“I’ll be back later dad.” he wipes his cheek off and you make a confused face at him,

“Don’t kiss my cheek after kissing Parker’s lips. Yuck. Have fun and leave me alone.” he says and you roll your eyes, you look ever at Nat and whisper yell,

“Not even the worst thing I’ve done before kissing his cheek,” you say and Nat barks out a laugh along with Clint who is trying to keep the laughter from overflowing.

“Y/n Stark!” Tony shouts.

“I’m just playing, dad.” you wave your arm dismissively.

“Don’t make me ground you.” he points a finger,

“Ooh shiver me timbers, as if I’m not 21 years old,” you say, just as Kate walks into the room,

“Ready?” she asks and you nod.

“Well be back later, bye!” you say and you both walk out.

“You suck!” Peter calls after you,

“You swallow!” Kate yells back and you both break out in a fit of laughter as you walk to the pizza place.

When you and Kate get back you see Peter laying on the sofa with Ben sleeping on his chest, you both look at his face and see that he is also asleep, snoring softly. Looks like he got the hang of it. You sigh and say,

"Damn it" Kate looks at you,

"What?" She asks.

"I want to have his babies."

#KierstinWritesShit #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker x reader angst #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #marvel #tom!peter parker x reader #tom holland!peter parker #spiderman #spiderman smut #spiderman angst #spiderman fluff #spiderman lime #Marvel Fanfiction

[autumnbrambleagain]

Sasfsets was cooking again.

The round, wooden belly of the skimmership was heavy with a fog of spices and oils. Danacha had never eaten like this before. In truth, her owners had been Brinnelanders, and everything they had was savory and straightforward. In truth redoubled, her owners had not fed her the best of their meals, and so "fine cooking" was an unimagined luxury for the longest periods of her life. In truth final, she was not sure how to feel about it.

It was not just that dadal cooking was spicier than fetrad. Her native people adored spicy foods. She had been told, at least. Her native people would eat mouth-burning peppers stuffed with thick sour cheeses and fermented jams. She had been told. At least. But it was the quality of the food itself. It was that Sasfsets herself made it. It was that she shared it.

Danacha's people had a saying. When something seems to not align, it is your own perspective of it that has failed. Or. Or at least. She'd been told her people had once said that.

It had been easy to ignore. The worm-mark on her body siphoned off her hurt and her pain, and made quiet existence and inertial acceptance so simple. And yet her concern had grown too large for the worm to eat. And so, standing awkwardly at her owner's side as she cooked on obliviously, stirring and humming, Danacha broke an old rule she was not yet even sure her new owner followed.

"Mistress," she started, politely.

"Yaya?" Sasfsets yapped back idlyly, her attention wholly on the thickness of the curry.

"Would you not--prefer my cooking instead? You already do so much."

"Yaya," Sasfsets repeated. "I'm sure your stodgeface owners were happy to sit about in their thickest chairs and toss you about while they got fat and doughy. I, however!" Out came the ladle, dripping, spraying fragrant oil in a dramatic swoop, pointing reassuringly at Danacha, "I, however, have no designs on becoming bread. Honesty could you imagine me as a parent."

She tittered at something Danacha wasn't sure she understood and continued to tend to dinner.

"… yes, mistress," Danacha said awkwardly. Had the conversation been stopped? Had she anticipated her questions and denied them? Or was it true foolishness to ascribe that much forethought to her… owner? "Mistress, I have been thinking of something. It has grown heavy in my soul, like some navigator's pearl, and I--I would be very--"

"See this is what I hate about Brinneland dicks," Sasfsets interrupted. "Even in the Golden Kingdom the stripes talked themselves up but only in Brinnesch can you say that many words and not get out anything worthwhile at all. The brown banner fell, don't be polite, say what you got. Holding it in gives you cramps every kid knows that."

It was impossible, Danacha thought, that her owner had thought anything out nearly as much as her previous owners had. As much as Danacha was, right now. Sasfsets must simply have not given their situation any thought at all. "Mistress, you saved my life."

"Yeah! Yeah did it take you that long to realize it are you on a lag? Oh jeez that was like a hi'alda ago oh no you have so many conversations to catch up through."

Was she making fun of her, Danacha thought? By now she couldn't imagine Sasfsets was hiding some reprimand in these words. Was there anything below the surface of her soul at all? "--you. No. Mistress, I. Uhm."

"If you need to take time, take it, that's the neat thing about time every second you take there's another one imagine if that was like that for a samosa or something. Or bullets? Oh no if you make me choose between infinite fingerfood and infinite bullets I'm gonna regret them both eventually. Which one would be a fatal regret?"

She had to go for it. "Mistress, they were going to hang me because of the worm that lives within me. You argued for my life, and when you failed, you rescued me anyway and fought our way free of my former owner's estate."

"Aha, aha. If you gotta think out-loud to get there too that's cool don't let my prattle discourage yours."

"The things you said in my defense--they still echo in my soul's ears. On the merest breeze of the Ocean you risked your own life for mine. It was heroic."

"Yeah a good adventure."

"But. Since then. You. I am still your slave. I carry your effects, I perform your tasks, I attend to your--needs. Mistress I worry that--perhaps you do not--have not thought through the entirety of the situation, each angle considered in turn. The inconsistency of your rescuing me, only to recollar me--the call for my freedom, followed by, continually finding--uses for me--"

"Is this going to be finished before dinner? It's got… a shortglass left, I think. Well then it has to simmer. But are you going somewhere? Because boy do coastal get upset when you just hang out near the dockrows and not actually move the line along." Sasfsets looked up at Danacha, her curious, silly little face holding no reproach or judgement, as if this were simply a game that she was growing tired of waiting to see the twist of.

"You think of yourself a hero in saving me," Danacha said, surrendering herself to delivering the point, "but you've merely enslaved me again, and made me subject to your whims."

"Aha?"

"… it's contradictory. I thought--perhaps you didn't realize that--"

"So my people are from Escalihax," Sasfsets said, returning to the curry. "Half, at least. You see, Brinneland was formed when the fetradden of Hoalhorm and the gemeren of Gammerlern decided they'd work well together. They were right! Hoalhorm liked to think itself very honorable, very impressive, and Gammerlern was up its own ass with philosophies. Combined you get a nation of people obsessed with heroes and ethics, good and evil. Escalihax, though, see… that was dadali."

She was giving Danacha a history lesson? She already knew this history. She wasn't so woefully uneducated. Did her owner not understand the concept of context itself?

"Early on we found the aventeri, and we thought, hey, you're all patient and enduring but kind of, you know, what's the word. G'lotton. Languid. Yeah. Languid. So dadal motivation and aventer work ethic combined, and even then we needed to run into the letraxi--the birds, you know, I'm sure you've seen--and then, finally then we had some real thinkers in our midst. And even then? Bird thoughts. Social games."

"… yes, mistress. I don't understand, mistress?"

Sasfsets tapped her spoon on the pot. A sharp tink-tink-tink. "You got to build up to your point I get to build up to mine. It's gotta simmer I get it I get it. So my point is. You grew up around Brinnescher ideals. Heroes and ethics and we're talking Brinnesch now but that's just because you don't know Escalihaxim, and goodness would this be hard for you if you did, because you know what we never developed?"

Her sharp eyed, sharp-toothed smile was now aimed at Danacha like a weapon, and she felt her heart sink into the waiting black coils of not. "A word. For hero. For villain. For good. For evil. We don't even have those words! We have loanwords, equivalents… my Escalihaxim name is Nilivir. And. I? Me, Nilivir? I did not grow up even with a word for hero. Sasfsets, you say, isn't that a fellam-y name? Ah well you see DPREI was a joint Escalihax-A'abrin colony, and when those A'abrin slaves revolted oh we still kept the old culture. And what do we have in fellam, you ask? Heroes? Good? Evil? Yes!"

Sasfsets swung the ladle up in bold demonstration. "Yes! We had those words! And yet we had rigid class structures and countless generations justifying slavery so when you cut up all those ingredients and distill them to make me--Sasfsets, Nilivir, me, your charming and delightful owner! We reach the only taste our mouths can find which is that no. Danacha. I did not think myself a hero for saving you. I saw you. I wanted you. I claimed you. Now you're mine. I'm sorry you went so long misunderstanding the situation."

Breath was coming with difficulty to Danacha, short nose-gasps of the rich-smelling air. Her owner was not, in fact, simple. Misunderstanding. Misguided and in need of correction. She was possibly crueler than the last. Ah, ah no. Her appetite was gone.

"Why," Sasfsets said, sniffing at the pot and gently dropping a pinch of some bitter green spice in. "Did you think you were going to tell me being a slave wasn't fair, wasn't just, and I'd realize you were right and let you go?"

Danacha's throat was too thick with shame for an answer to find passage through.

"That's a pretty big yes hiding in that silence. It's okay, you grew up a slave, you weren't privileged like me oh I get it dear I get it. I'll help you sort out some thoughts, yes? Yes. You grew up Brinnelander. There, everyone's trying to get the good happy ending. All their stories end with 'And he reigned long and justly, until the peaceful last of his wakes.' That's what every asshole wants you to think but in two alba he got stabbed or poisoned or his wife ran off with a cuter nath or whatever. Dumbass Brinneland ideology, don't get suckered into it. Everyone's looking at the forever-horizon but the horizon don't move. Be happy where you are 'cause you'll only ever be where you are. You got this seed in you you want your happy ending but what then? Get off my ship and suddenly you need to eat, slave to hunger. People uplip you for being Voidy, slave to culture. Former slave don't have many skills slave to capitalism and the market and you think you can be free! Danacha!"

Sasfsets spun away from the pot in suddenly frightening dramatics, arms--all four, the auroral ones pulsing with earnesty--spread wide. "You are free! Everyone is infinitely free. Did you not ever realize? Everyone is infinitely a slave. My budget, local cultures, orders from above, family relations, politics, I am a slave! I am free! You are free! Do you need help knowing it? Do you?"

Danacha was at an utter loss. "Y--Yes!?"

"Slave! The forever-horizon is infinite in every direction! Sneak off the ship when I'm not watching you! Make friends with one of my enemies and have them rescue you--or kill me! Kill me yourself! The Void is wrapped deep in your muscles! Kill me and take the ship and become free! My arms are Auroral, you wield my antithesis, one snake-bite, a single strike! How simple! A happy Brinneland ending waiting, one murder away! Is it even murder if I own you? Isn't it heroic to kill me? Aren't I the villain for enslaving you, for putting you to firm, hot, shameful use?"

Was she--was she inviting it? It wasn't that Danacha couldn't--on a purely physical level, she could kill Sasfsets. She had seen her pilot the ship. She could do it? Unlock this awful collar, never wear anything around her neck again? Never be ordered to--satisfy--

"You're considering it!" Sasfsets was smiling, the insane thing, smiling. "There we go. Dig it up. Dig up the infinite freedom every living person has at all times! Use it!"

She truthfully was considering it, Danacha realized. The resentment she had, to Sasfsets, to her previous owners, to all owners, to all people, boiled within her, a heated emotion the worm usually ate from her, but this was boiling, unedible, and so the worm rose out of her body, black serpents uncoiling from her muscles, rearing up, and how simple it would be to lash out and take this lesson to true heart--

"Yes!" Sasfsets chittered delightedly. She reached her auroral arm across the stove, beyond it, returned with something that passed into her fleshy hand and--that--was a gun. "You want to kill me right now and you can do it! Or maybe I put a corpse-gold bullet through your skull and you disappear from yourself forever! Infinite choices! Oh, see, this is the Escalihax philosophy! This is what I live for! The moment! This infinitely long tense moment! Will I fire first? Will you tear my soul apart with your little worms? Tell me we're not both utterly free right in this very living second. Danacha! What are you going to do!"

She was insane--Sasfsets was insane--wasn't she? Was she? Was she wrong in any way? And yet her gun was so very real. Danacha wasn't ready to kill. Danacha wasn't ready to die. "Please--please don't kill me--I'm sorry--"

Without a single care Sasfsets passed the gun back to her auroral hand and returned the gun to the far table. "Well, there you go. Tibi nit tivi you have about an equal chance of killing me as I would you, so don't think it's slavery, or me, or anything else that's keeping you here. It's you. It's your choice, now. Think that bad a choice? Because I am finishing some fucking amazing curry and since you didn't kill me you get to have some. And in the forever-horizon you're a slave, but oh wow in this spot right here? We're gonna be eating some amazing fucking curry. Don't tell me it's so awful to be a good girl, and set the table for me, so we can go nuts on this dinner right now?"

"N--no, no, mistress, it isn't. I will--set the table, mistress."

"Neat."

#autumn draws things #series tag sasfsets

[foxymoxynoona]

Ah foxy here I am after reading both pool boy JK and sasha & JK heh. Pool boy story's getting more n more interesting! I'm excited how it'll go ;)

Now to our trouble couple sasha and JK...honestly idk how this chapter made me feel but it defo wasn't a good feeling :/ sorry to say this but JK in this story annoys me so fcking much!! like why does he have to be such an asshole! It was clear that this naoko thing wasn't going to end well and the whole time they were in the tattoo shop it made ME feel uncomfy for sasha to just even be there. He's saying he tried to show closure but having her sit on his lap for like what? A minute or two ain't helping if there was a clear tension between naoko and sasha from the beginning, and I just know that he felt it too. I feel like he ignores shit in situations like this on purpose. And he was like this since book one but it gives me the ick that he cares sm abt what others think abt him like what kwangsu will think abt his gf or naoko or who else. And him saying "she's my friend" "she's cool" after sasha clearly telling him why she was upset...sasha's better than me cus I would've argued more, stormed out and never talk to him again. I feel sad for her. I honestly didn't expect her voicemail because she just sounds defeated, tired of it all. And then she told him what she had and that she had to take a pill but the only thing he cared and was happy abt was that he "won". Mf you didn't win shit!!! Anywayssszzzz 😮‍💨🥴 this all just gives me a weird feeling for how it'll go in the future cus I wouldn't want a boyfie like that, even tho I get his point with the controlling part but this ain't it.

Thank you for the update foxy! I enjoyed it very much, as always 🫶

We're building up to poolboy 😎 I had hoped to go right for it and then, typical me, I thought nope gotta have some good tension building first so the payoff will feel oh so good.

trust me when I say this is not me defending any of his actions, but: "And he was like this since book one but it gives me the ick that he cares sm abt what others think abt him like" You're right that it goes waaaay back. Consider that every part of him since he was like 14 years old has been trained to care very very much at the expense of his own desires what people think of him. I'm not saying his priorities are right! He has not figured out yet how to truly make decisions for himself, or even what those decisions would be, and it alllll is tangled up in the things he's struggling with. Here he is saying he's doing everything on his own, for himself, exactly what he wants... and yet he is still being driven by craving acceptance or rejecting what he perceives as rules.

I won't say more 😁 but I love that you're noticing all of these things, even if it's driving you crazy with him. He definitely didn't just naturally figure out all the ways to be a good boyfriend, he's got some learning to do still nd it's hampered by his own identity struggles 🤧

#asks #my matryoshka

[askadrianalucardtepes]

"RULES!" The child squeaked, "Why does everyone have rules around me just because I'm littler than everyone!? Mama and papa have rules, when I went to Greta's, she had rules, and now I come here, seeking refuge, and the first thing I am given? RULES!? I will make my own village at this rate!" Mary still accepted the orange juice and sipped on it, muttering a thank you because mama taught her best. "It all started with Christopher! CHRISTOPHER. He pounced on ME, THEN we playfought, then we knocked over Ann's bookcase and destroyed her flowerpot. She yelled at us cause it took months to plant that stupid ugly plant, then Fredrick came and yelled at us cause he was sleeping. Papa and mama came to see what was going on, they ALL pointed their finger at ME! I didn't even do ANYTHING! It was all Christopher! Then we were all told to apologize and help clean up, but why should I apologize OR clean up!? I don't gotta apologize for nothing! THEY did it all! You wanna know what happened next? Papa said I had to go to MY room because I was 'too upset, blah blah blah, Mary cool down'. I thought, 'that's IT! I'm done! I will find a new house!' then I grabbed my things, went to Greta's, she said, 'you shouldn't run away, go back home, talk with your parents, blah blah blah, worry worry,' and then everyone else said the same thing, and now I'm here! Given RULES. Why does everyone pick on the little guy, huh!? What did I do!? It's not my fault I'm tiny, is it? Weren't you all little once!?" The child continued sipping on her orange juice, calming down. "... can I have some food with the orange juice? Please? I'm hungry after all that."

"Such anger in such a little body. These are big feelings, huh?" //With an amused smile Alucard sits down beside her, letting his hands rest on his knees while he watches her drink. The poor girl must've been dehydrated to at least a degree, with all the running around and having arguments with people. "I was little once too, you're right. And I also did not like rules. But it's nice to respect the people in whose house you're living by following their rules, you know? For example, in my home it's a rule that we hang from the ceiling when we sleep like big bats!" //He winks at her with a playful smile, gently rubbing her tiny shoulder. "It sounds like Christopher wasn't being very nice to you by not confessing what happened, and you got saddled with the blame. Do you want me to talk to your papa about that? I'm sure he'll understand once I explain to him what happened. And, you know, I don't think you being sent to your room was meant to be a punishment or anything." //He places his hand on his chest, smiling. "Sometimes I have big feelings, too. Angry feelings or sad feelings that are too difficult to process around other people. When I have these big feelings, I go somewhere I can be alone to cool off. It's especially nice when it's my space, where I have all my things near me. Like you do in your own room back at your papa and mama's place. Sometimes we just need a little bit of alone time to process how we feel, and that's not a bad thing. It's your papa's job to notice when you're having big emotions and help you regulate them one way or another. Do you understand what I mean with all this, kid?" //At her request he nods, rising to his feet with a cheerful grin. "Sure! I can get you some blood, how's that? Since one of my rules is anyone living here must eat like a vampire. It makes your fangs big and strong!"

#ask alucard #castlevania rp #alucard #castlevania alucard #adrian fahrenheit tepes #askadrianfahrenheittepes #ask blog #alucard castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania askblog #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard roleplay #ask adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian tepes #MaryMovesIn!Storyline

[tentacle-stylograph]

WOOOOOOO! finally watched The Sea Beast on Netflix! the first thing i saw of it, other than it being in my Netflix scroll, was this gifset, specifically the first two gifs and the bottom quote 'cause after i went "oHP THAT'S A MOVIE I'M WATCHING" from the first gif, i purposefully didn't look at the others. and HOOOOOOH BOY do i love reptilian sea monsters. -looks at my url- -corrects:- sea monsters. boy do i love sea monsters. so i was hyped to watch the movie only to see that design, but an artist i follow was reblogging a bunch about the movie and saying how much they loved it, so, hey! if it's a good movie too, that's a bonus!!

^this is the beauty that had me go “WELLP. THAT’S A MOVIE I’M DEFINITELY GOING TO WATCH”

anyhow.

non-spoiler review: FUN. I LIKED IT. THE ACTION WAS -CHEF'S KIIIIIISS-, THE DESIGNS WERE CHEF'S KISS, IT'S GOT ITS NICE CORNY MORALS FOR AN ANIMATED FAMILY FILM, AND I LIKE PRETTY MUCH ALL THE CHARACTERS. i've got some nitpicks i'll go into in the spoiler part of this review, as it is unfortunately a movie i'd have to force myself to watch again, but, for the most part, that's just 'cause of my own personal stuff / distractibility.

from the caps lock there, obviously i recommend the movie for most people. the most non-spoiler i can get on one of my bigger nitpicks is "character inconsistency. one of the characters seems to have certain traits to service the story's theme, and they inexplicably lose those traits at a certain point to service the story's theme / plot, instead of acting consistent to themself the whole time."

spoilers under cut!

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so.

-upset exhale-

Jacob Holland.

he’s the inconsistent character i mentioned above. he’s the “hyper-competent” character, which was done super fun with the action, but then... he... just... falls apart when he’s taken away from his ship. for comedy, kinda. also to show he doesn’t know what he’s doing, sure, ‘cause that’s the point: he DOESN’T know what’s going on with these creatures. so, the writers could have kept that concept, sure -- that he loses some of his competence once he metaphorically loses his footing -- but there could have been a better balance ‘cause that was distracting.

i took some notes after watching the movie and i said “story-servicing abilities rather than character-serving abilities”: his level of competency is hinged to the story and to the writers, not to himself. again, there’s not inherently anything wrong with that -- storytelling is about communication, after all -- but the drastic dip was unbelievable.

another thing that--ugh. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHH. it’s a much smaller deal, but it’s the thing that makes the movie a “i have to force myself to rewatch it” movie.

the... ugh. really? the female-coded EYESHADOW on Red? really???? you have to give the sea monster eyeshadow?????

i would have accepted it if Maisie said her “I think she’s a girl” line or however that went. i would’ve been like “huh. um, okay sure” and that would've been fine. but the kid’s show Bluey and webcomic BACKLASH have spoiled me in regards to female designs. like, look at this wonderfulness:

everyone here is female except for the dad in back! no dumb cartoon eyelashes to tell them apart! you just gotta listen to the pronouns characters call each other. (with a few exceptions through the show, but they're the exception, not the rule, and i have no complaints about those characters)

and look at this! both female! (okay, the first one's from BACKLASH and the second is from a one-shot by the same artist.) no dumb exaggerated eyelashes or eye-shadow-that-doesn’t-actually-exist-because-you-need-to-know-the-character-is-female! wonderful! makes my heart so happy!

so anyway. that aspect of The Sea Beast isn't something that's going to stop me from recommending the movie. it's just a character design thing that irks me, like giving hair only to female stick figures or otherwise-genderless figures. and now that i've seen it's not strictly necessary, it irks me even more, especially on inhuman characters, especially since, usually, inhuman characters would have the males with those features.

anywho.

like i said, good movie, good characters.

i liked the transition of Captain Crow from murky protagonist to CLEAR antagonist, yet nothing he did seemed out of character from how he was introduced, and he was still an empathetic character the whole time. i'd need to rewatch the last scene to fully remember / grasp how his arc resolves, 'cause i do remember going during the credits, "hm, but his crew and ship got away, right? so he didn't have to give that witch 'everything,' right?"

but it seems likely his mental world was shattered and he lost the legacy he'd been working for and living in his whole life. so, neat. there are probably some really good lines and emotional moments around that which will seem even cooler with that in mind.

i liked that Maisie was smart and not just the-kid-in-the-way who has to be constantly saved, and the transition from her being gung-ho to scared and uncertain of the situation when Red first showed up was fast but believable.

and, i'll admit i was getting annoyed with "oh but everything's harmless. we've just been attacking first" oversimplified idea 'cause i've spent some time in places with literal mountain lions, and you gotta be on the lookout, especially if you have dogs, other pets, or kids, so i was grateful for the moment when Maisie, sitting in the gigantic conch shell, heard a roar in the forest and still grabbed a knife. i know it was early in the development of the "question whether something or someone is actually harmful / tradition isn't always right" theme, but i still relaxed

overall, the movie's theme is a bit oversimplified (and i know if i started comparing some of the movie's lines to certain real life idealogical movements, like history-deniers, that i'd be missing the actual points, but some of those lines distracted me too. but, at the same time, i also found the touch about propaganda at the end neat, with the royal family logo and how that was done), and i think How to Train Your Dragon probably went about its concepts more successfully from an animal behavior point of view, but it's a good movie that i'll happily recommend to others. (and i could never really get into the HTTYD movies, either, but that's another personal nitpicky thing, where i suspect i just don't like the more realistic animated movements and physics and a few other minor things lol, so i'm happy to have this movie now 'cause i like it a lot more)

as always, comments welcome, especially comments that disagree or that mention things i skipped over! (yeah, i unfortunately don't have much to say about Sarah Sharpe other than SHE'S SO COOL.) or just someone mutually happily screaming about the movie! remember, i did have happy caps locking at the start of this posts 'cause there's a lot of awesome stuff in this movie!! i appreciate comments and always find them interesting

edit: almost added these to the tags but i didn't want to spoil the creature's tentacles lol 'cause those were DOOOOOOPE

EDIT 2:

RIGHT

YEAH THIS MOMENT. THIS MOMENT WINS FOREVER AND EVER THIS WAS SO COOL YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

#the sea beast #movie review #review

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.

“Not happening.”

When was this girl going to learn the moment you tell Bayden what to do that’s exactly when he’ll never do it?

“Peter Parker yes. Maximoff uuuum… well as long as it’s the Evan Peters version because the other dude is gross. If you mean him you have problems. But, if you’re wanting me to name girls you’re fucked. I would totally date Rogue and I know that’s the last thing you want to hear. I would get a dental dam and lick that pussy all damn night. Her boyfriend did not know how pleasure a woman. He had zero creativity. God damn. No touching involved. Good God. It’s not that complicated. He could have been pleasuring her like a queen, but no. They so worried about kissing they forgot all the other ways two people can get it on and love each other. Dumb asses. She’s so hot. He missed out man.”

The nurse looked at Rowan and groaned as she kicked her shoes off.

“I didn’t ask for yours. This rules applies only to Bayden.”

But, it seemed Rowan was in mischief making rile up the nurses mood. She pulled her pants off too.

Okay.

That sure quirked a brow from Bayden. He started to laugh. At first he didn’t get it until he noticed the draw string in the waist line of her pants. It had a string too. Okay. She was being a little shit.

It was hard to stop sniggering but he did as he watched her go down to his shoes. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t think she’d do it, but she did.

So, he just sort of stared at her all up in his own head as she pulled his own strings from his shoes. No touching involved.

Then she passed them to the nurse. She took a chance. At least she did that much, the little shit.

The nurse held all the strings, including the pants, and groaned, “Put your pants back on, Rowan.”

Bayden stood up with his laceless boots and objected, “Her name is Celestis.”

Knowing Rowan’s delusions the nurse just rolled her eyes. Great. Now Rowan had another patient believing her delusions. How lovely.

He grabbed his small bag of items and started to head out. The nurse said, “Wait. I’ll get someone to escort you with the transfer.”

Bayden rolled his eyes. “I think I know where I live by now. I’m allowed to walk around freely once I get there. Cut me some slack here. I think I can manage.”

The nurse looked at them both and shook her head again not really wanting to deal with either one of them. “I’m putting these in the laundry. Go get some new pants, Rowan. Just get to your places for evening checks, both of you.”

Then she walked off annoyed and when she did Bayden started laughing. “The best care in the whole country, damn it. She really just let a couple delusional, half dressed, psychos walk themselves home. I can’t believe people pay for this shit. We are living the life, but your puns girl. You gotta work on that.”

“Come on. Let’s kick it. I’m in the mood for one of those Cuban shoestring fry burgers. Let’s order dinner in.”

He was allowed to order in now. He was dying to eat something other than hospital food.

“Frita Cubanas. No way I’m eating anything else tonight.”

       CELESTIS know’s Bayden is stubborn, && stuck in his old man ways but she couldn’t understand w h y not?  “Not happening because?”  Musing in it a bit.  

       Humming a little as she didn’t really have to think about it.  “All of Maximoff Bayden.  Guessing I was always meant to be here then.”  She loved Quicksilver, regardless of who played him, what Comic Earth, or not, she’d accept Pietro Maximoff as he is.  

       Only she seemed to take in a silent breath in && held her breath in for a moment as it got out of hand.  Bayden got a little to descriptive for her own liking.  She may have not understood what a dental dam was or it’s purpose but she could feel her own body stirring in excitement physically && emotionally changing regardless of her own whims.  “I think the last part was the last thing I truly wanted to hear honestly.”  She wasn’t going to break it to Bayden that Gambit && Rogue have been married a couple times.  Even having kids at some point or another.  She didn’t really need a verbal lesson on his idea of SEXUAL c r e a t i v i t y.

       Celestis could feel the nurses looming gaze right on her annoyed.  Then the groan she’s known so well over time they all sound the same but worth the attitude.  “I don’t make the RULES!  I’m just trying to do the right s t r i n g.”  A little to proud on that one.  Trying to not smile to give it away.  Only beginning to realize Bayden didn’t really join in on the many ways to annoy the nurse in nerdy string puns team up.  Instead he looked a little lost in the beginning, but he warmed up a little.

       Funny!  It was like he had this thought of her being somewhat like ROGUE or E l s a after he figured out she was a Witch.  

       Yet he’s forgotten she’s chanced && risked it several times.  Many times in fact.  As the very first time ever was getting Bayden back to Briarcliffe with Maddox after he got drunk at the Valentines Party.  The only thing that’s really changed was that being a WITCH just happens to c h a n g e the relationship she had with him.  One fault defined her regardless of her many other talents, or the fact she hasn’t really swapped into anyone else’s body since Middle School.  It only took one part of her being a little complicated && complex to see ruin.

       When she was finished with pulling the strings off of Bayden’s boots.  She’d rise back up to her own two feet.  Her hand hovered just a little above the nurses, dropping the shoe strings into her hand.  No touching involved.  Smoothing her hands over the fabric of her hoodie making sure it didn’t rise or bundle.

       No.  It didn’t seem Celestis was going to make an effort to put her pants back on let alone her shoes.  However dangerous it really was, with what other patients might incite, or stimulate the constant wankers.  It was really a simple matter of if the Nurse returned the shoelaces then she’ll put on her shoes && pants.  Nearly smiling finding it amusing the way Bayden corrected the Nurse

       “&& if he forget’s I’m pretty good with directions.”  She chimed in.  After all, how hard could it be for Celestis to get Bayden back to Asylum Acres?  “I know we can manage.”

       Giving her the thumbs up as she heard her but didn’t really care what happened to them.  Watching the Nurse walk off annoyed, she’d wiggle her finger’s BYE behind there back.  That was entertaining && odd as fuck.  So odd.  Feeling her arms rise as she’d stretch them out as if she could finally relax until Bayden made a jab about the pun’s she stringed out.  “You’re KNOT going to s t r i n g me down Bayden on my puns!  You gotta work on trying.  Zero effort given, at least I tried.”  

       Shrugging, she’d shove her hands in her hoodie’s pocket.  “I’ll just stick to my usual.”  That being either nothing at all or half melted ice.  It would be a real waste for him, as she wouldn’t be able to stomach all that anyway.  “I’m guessing she put you in the mood for that one huh?”  Giggling just a smidge at the fact that he wanted to eat something with the term string in it.  “Lead the way or did you actually need me to guide you back?”

#bayden wardeyn #━━ ✧ spilled ink. | interactions #montywonmom #━━ 🌊 saltyxtides. | ahv

[miekasa]

iced tea

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, levi is the best not yet boyfriend au, erwin would definitely be an insufferable project partner to have but you gotta love him au

+ summary: there are three rules of night class. come on time, come prepared, and come with snacks. you forget about rule number three. luckily, levi’s there to save the day.

There’s only one appeal to signing up for a three-hour night class, and it’s that you only ever have to muster up the will to attend once a week. It’s a sacrifice, but it definitely cuts down on the temptation of skipping like you would a normal, one-hour section course. Just one and done.

Plus, you have Erwin with you in this class. Is he a little bit of a professor’s pet and consistently overly chipper every class despite knowing he’s about to endure 180 minutes of lecture? Sure, but at least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds, especially if the course is interesting enough, or easy enough, and luckily for you, yours is both. Not to mention, your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaging—she’s funny in the dorky, lovable professor kind of way. And she gives you short, ten to fifteen minute breaks at every hour mark just to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

It’s a commitment, but you’ve grown to actually enjoy it. As long as you follow the three rules of night class: come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching as Erwin pulls out one of his many, tiny, organic, boxed juices. The ones meant for children with soy sensitivities that Erwin claims are packed with more nutrients.

“What’s up?” He questions, more shocked than concerned, at your sudden profanity as he sets his juice box in the right corner of his desk.

You pout. “I forgot to bring snacks.”

Come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the most important one.

“Oh,” Erwin grins, pulling a chocolate bar from his lunch bag and taunting you with it, “Sounds like a you problem.”

You snatch a piece from the top corner, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him; but you regret your choices as soon as it melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?” you complain, swallowing the rest of the sweet with disdain.

“Yes it is,” Erwin huffs, grabbing the remaining stolen bit from between your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re an actual menace to society.”

Erwin crinkles his nose at you, “A menace to society with snacks for the next three hours.”

His comment makes you groan, albeit a little dramatically, and you slump back in your chair to debate your options. Class doesn’t start for another twelve minutes; you could try and run to the student center quickly to buy some last minute snacks, but the line was probably already lengthy with students of similar trains of thought, meaning you’d be late if you stuck it out, which would leave you violating rules one and three tonight. Erwin makes you sit in the front row with him, and you were not willing to take the late walk of shame with an armful of snacks in tow.

You could wait it out until the first hour break, but they’ll probably be sold out of anything good by then, not to mention the race to beat out the line again. If you played your cards right, you could order food during class and time it so that it was delivered during your break, but that was risky.

Alternatively, you could try and sprint to the concessions stand near the library, but going there and back was so much further away than the student center; you’d probably end up late, too.

“Hey,” you call to Erwin, refraining from rolling your eyes as he sets all six thousand and twenty eight of his colored pens on his desk for the evening, “Is Hange still on campus?”

“No, they have work today.”

You groan. Why did Hange have to be so responsible and good with their time-management skills. They was your last hope. Unless—

“Do you think Levi will bring me Starbucks?”

“Probably,” Erwin shrugs, humming to himself; but then he thinks it over, replying again with a knowing smirk on his face, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here, but he probably is. You know him.”

You pout, the possibility of Levi being home is high, but so is that of him being cooped up in his favorite library. Either way, he would likely be studying right now, and you’d hate to disturb him, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

[sent 6:47pm] you — leeevaaaaaaaaai are you still on campus

[received 6:47pm] leeevaaai — yes — why, what’s wrong

[sent 6:47pm] you — uwu — wanna bring me something from starbucks before class — i have my 3 hour lecture today and i forgot snacks :—( — and erwin won’t share his organic $1500 whole foods gummy bears with me

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — i told you i don’t like the smileys with the noses, they’re ugly — should you even be drinking coffee this late, you’ll be up until the ass crack of dawn

You scoff audibly, and Erwin takes this as an invitation to peep at your screen. Your comment about his snacks does not go unnoticed, as bitterly munches on his (yes, in fact, organic and gluten-free, as if it being mint flavored wasn’t criminal enough) chocolate bar.

[sent 6:48pm] you — that’s RICH coming from you mister

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — you’re being awfully rude to someone you expect to buy you a $7 drink

[sent 6:48pm] you — hehe sorry i loooove you leeevaaai — venti iced chai latte — light ice

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — do you think i don’t know your overpriced starbucks order by now

[sent 6:49pm] you — uwu :—)

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — but you’re getting a grande, i’m not made of money — and it’s punishment for sending another ugly nose smiley

[sent 6:49pm] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Erwin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his now finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, ignoring the turning heads of your classmates as Erwin’s pens fall in the aftermath. It’s seven o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings loudly with an incoming message from Levi—and a subsequent groan from Erwin, who breeches your personal space once more to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 7:00pm] leeevaaai — where are you sitting

[sent 7:00pm] you — front row to the right — erwin’s idea not mine

Levi spots Erwin’s bright blonde hair before he sees you, scoffing to himself as he makes his way to the front of the room; a tray with three Starbucks cups, and a plastic bag in tow. Erwin sees him first, too, waving at him as he crosses from the left side to where the two of you are seated.

“Aw, Levi, you brought me one!” Erwin all but squeaks, reaching for one of the other drinks with grabby hands after you take your iced drink from the tray.

But Levi pulls one hot drink from the tray for himself, and pulls the remaining one out of arm’s reach. “As if,” he grumbles, bringing his own cup to his lips. 

“You’re the best, Levi,” you smile, sticking your tongue out at Erwin. Levi only offers you a small nod as acknowledgement. He extends his left hand now, the plastic bag sliding off his wrist and onto your desk, silently.

Confused, you lean forward, setting your drink down to open the contents of the bag. Inside, there are two granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, and a small Nutella to-go cup with mini breadsticks attached. When you look back up at Levi, he simply shrugs, sipping on his drink again while a light pink dusts over the tips of his ears. 

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he explains, “I knew you’d text me the whole time, bitching about how Erwin wouldn’t share his zero-calorie lemon rinds if you didn’t have your own.”

You take note that the chai he brought you was, in fact, a venti, and not a grande like he’d threatened, and that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too; and you find yourself smiling as you decipher the very clear message underneath Levi’s less than poetic words.

“What’s in the other cup?” Erwin asks, pointing at the remaining drink. Levi carefully lifts it from the tray, and sets it down on the other corner of your desk, a safe distance away from your laptop.

“Tea,” he says shortly, “So you don’t lose your mind after inhaling your coffee.”

“This is tea, too. Chai is tea, Levi.”

“Tea without milk or six kilograms of sugar,” Levi corrects you, “Or ice.”

“Iced tea is tea, you know.”

Levi doesn’t respond to that with anything but a glare. You smile at his stoicism. Erwin thinks the whole exchange is kind of weird, and wonders where you possibly get the gall to make fun of his taste in snacks when you can’t even realize you’re in love with a man who refuses to identify iced tea as a valid form of tea. 

“I better go before she starts,” Levi speaks, a single hand referencing to your professor behind him, who looks just about ready to begin class for the evening, “Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Erwin and I usually take the b—”

“Brat,” Levi cuts your words short, “Call me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the library.”

You throw daggers at him with your eyes, but your resolve is waning, once again, as you closely read at the implications of Levi’s promise. You accept, and Erwin is more than happy for the free ride.

Levi hums. “And eat the bagel before the Nutella.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Levi deadpans, placing the palm of his hand on the top of your head affectionately, “Call me.”

He walks away before you can debate again, just as your professor speaks into the microphone to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, hands flying to your hair to smooth out the aftermath of Levi’s playfulness, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense aren’t you?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised, but the overall look on his face is more than fond, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Huh?” you question, cheeks stuffed with food as you bite into your bagel, “Dense about what?”

Erwin shakes his head, turning back to laptop with an exasperated expression, the fondness in his eyes fading quickly. “Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman smut #levi fluff #levi smut #erwin x reader #eren x reader

[redrobin-detective]

because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image. 

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!” 

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes. 

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race. 

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable. 

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form. 

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur. 

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy. 

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams. 

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary. 

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice. 

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head. 

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless. 

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.” 

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

[thedilucharem]

Death by Chess (Long Post)

Diluc: (abruptly sets a chessboard down on a table) I have a proposition for you.

Ningguang: (looks at the board and then back up at him) Oh? And what would that be? Another game of chess?

Diluc: (nods expectantly as he sits across from her and sets up the usual chess pieces)

Ningguang: Hmm. (smirks) After you lost the last four we played the other month? How uncharacteristically persistent of you, Master Diluc, to want to be beaten by me again.

Diluc: Hmm, I thought you would say that. Which is why I have these (pushes custom chess pieces forward)

Ningguang: (raises a single eyebrow and clinks her golden phalangeal features together in intrigue)

Diluc: This (holds up a custom piece that looks like a fatter pawn) is the politician. This (holds up a custom piece that looks like a skinnier rook) is the bureaucrat. And these (pushes ten six-sided die) are filibusters.

(on a couch on the other side of the room)

Beidou: (in giddy shock) By the Archons.

Childe: (raises eyebrows) You did goad him into playing with her the first time, comrade.

Beidou: (rolls eye) I gave him a few warnings before he accepted the invitation she sent and has been doing so himself after that, so technically, I didn't do shit.

Childe: (sniggers) Sure you didn't.

Beidou: (shrugs as she leans back and takes a swig out of her flask) Ehhh, he would've done it even if I didn't tell him.

Childe: Uh huh. Even without telling him about how she specifically changes the rules in-game?

Beidou: (shrugs) Look, if he wanted to play some kind of pseudo-chess with her, he needs to learn the hard way that he will not win. Then again, I didn't know he would make his own version of chess just to prove a point. (chugs another swig out of her flask)

(back at the table)

Ningguang: So essentially, these pieces hinder a good portion of any actual moves that the player can make, much like some legislative decisions in reality.

Diluc: Precisely. (hands her the corresponding colored die) So would you accept my proposal?

Ningguang: (looks him in the eyes, interest sparking them) I do. Pray that you don't disappoint me.

Diluc: (nods in acknowledgment) Believe me, I most certainly won't. (gestures to Ningguang) White gets the first move.

Ningguang: (chuckles lightly and makes her move)

(back at the couch)

Childe: This game makes no sense to me at all.

Beidou: It doesn't make sense to me either and I've tried playing with him at least ten times.

Childe: (contemplatively) I feel like this has unleashed some sort of monster deep inside of him and I don't know if we're gonna be able to kill it.

Beidou: (shrugs) At least he's not nearly as brutal as Ning when he absolutely wastes me in less than half an hour. (swishes the liquid in an expensive-looking bottle) Anyway, want some brandy? It's the good stuff that got imported from Natlan.

Childe: Don't mind if I do. (grabs two glasses from the shelf behind him and tosses one to Beidou) To watching the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt trying to beat the Tianquan at her own game.

Beidou: (chuckles) Hell yeah, I'll cheer to that. (clinks glass and drinks)

(meanwhile on the ground next to the couch)

Zhongli: (discards a card into a select pile and sets one down) My turn is finished now.

Itto: HA! (slams down a card on top of one of Zhongli's) Now that unit's stunned until the next turn.

Zhongli: I wouldn't say so, as you have triggered this effect card (flips a card over) and have applied 'Poison' to your frontline units.

Itto: Hah?! (looks it over) Oh, come on! How did I not see that coming? (immediately perks up at something in his hand) But I do have this! (swaps one card with another card) 150% of the damage inflicted on my units gets reflected back at you!

Zhongli: Hmm. (frowns slightly as he looks for a certain card in his hand) Let me see here . . . ah! (turns a card over) Since my units are resistant to poison, they can activate the effect of taking half the damage.

Itto: (genuinely impressed) Damn, Gramps! I gotta say you're pretty good at this game!

Zhongli: You are quite the player yourself, as you have given me an excellent refresher on how the game was played to begin with. (laughs warmly) I was afraid that my deck would simply collect dust and never see proper use again, so I thank you for the opportunity to ensure that that didn't happen.

Itto: (grins and laughs) Any time! I still can't believe that you have the first edition deck and the extension packs though! Those cards are super rare now and you hardly see em' anywhere anymore. (turns the focus back to the game) Anyway, let's get back to it! I've still got some tricks left up my sleeve!

(back at the table)

Diluc: (deadpanned) Your move.

Ningguang: (calculated) Indeed. (thinks a bit before moving a piece, then rolling two die) (under her breath) Dammit.

Diluc: Hmm. (rolls three die) (tries not to cringe too hard) Oof.

Ningguang: (drums the table with irritation and frustration as she looks at the board) (moves a piece over to the further side of the board and moves another piece with it)

Diluc: (trying not to sweat as he rolls a single die) (exhales as he moves a rook) (as nonchalantly as possible) Check.

Ningguang: (moves one piece before rolling all five die) Heh. (decisively moves her queen) Check.

Baiwen: (coming in with the third pitcher of chilled juice) Holy fuck.

(at the couch)

Beidou: (drunkenly shakes Childe with her free hand) Ginger, redhead, whatever the fuck your hair color is, look!

Childe: (blearily blinks) Hmmm? (turns to the chess game to see Diluc and Ningguang staring each other down) Holy Tsarista.

Beidou: (staring at the floor, slack-jawed and bug-eyed in drunken shock) What the fuuuuck?

Childe: (slumps into Beidou's lap) (slurs) Why hasn't anyone won yet? I'm bored.

Beidou: (stares at Childe) I don't fuckin' know. (tries to drink from an empty flask) Where'd the brandy go?

Childe: (giggles as he shakes an empty bottle) Down my throat hehe.

Beidou: (glares and shoves him off her lap) Asshole.

Childe: (slumps into a pile on the floor) Owie . . .

(on the floor next to the couch)

Itto: (triumphantly slaps a final card onto the ground) Woo! I won! I'm still the champion!

Zhongli: (gaily) It was truly riveting. (holds out his hand as to shake it)

Itto: (clasps his entire arm and pulls him into a side hug) Hell yeah it was! I don't remember the last time I had to fight that hard for a win! Refreshing stuff, I tell ya. (laughs heartily)

Zhongli: (laughs along and pats Itto's arm) Yes, it was quite a good game.

Childe: (groaning on the ground a few feet away from the cards) Yay, good game . . .

(back at the table)

Diluc: . . .

Ningguang: . . .

Diluc: (throws his hands in the air and slumps into his chair) Well, there we go, I can't make any more moves.

Ningguang: (leans back into her chair and crosses her arms in exasperation) Neither can I.

Diluc: So it's a draw then.

Ningguang: So it is.

Diluc: (hums in contemplative thought) Shall we play another game to break the tie?

Ningguang: (nods in reply) Perhaps we should.

Childe: (loudly from the other side of the room) Noooo. It's been over six hours and I'm going to kill something if you do, Firefly.

Beidou: (groans) Ning, just take the goddamn draw (saunters up to her and looks her in the eyes) and admit you didn't win.

Ningguang: (scoffs) I've never let myself settle for that in my life, so there is no reason to start now doing so now. I'm going to win this next game.

Diluc: (deadpans) Besides, a draw isn't a win in any regard.

Beidou: (turns to Diluc and clasps a hand on his shoulder) You've just gotten into a draw with the woman (gestures at Ningguang) who created a completely broken version of chess with your own other broken version that she couldn't manipulate in her favor. Take the fucking draw.

Diluc and Ningguang: No, I don't think I will.

Beidou: (sighs deeply and puts a hand to her face) Well, have fun with that, 'cause I don't have it in me to stick around for that.

Childe: (peels himself from the floor more soberly) Well, I'm leaving too. (turning to Zhongli and Itto) I'll pay for dinner and drinks after we clear some hoarders or something-

Zhongli & Itto: (on the floor completely entranced by talking about their decks)

Childe: . . . (turns to Beidou) Wanna head to the Dragon's Roost? Happy Hour ends at eight and they have an all-you-can-eat dumpling bar.

Beidou: (trods in his direction) I'm down. (waves to the rest and she slings her free arm around Childe's shoulders) I'll see you around. (walks out the archway)

Zhongli: (perks up at the mention of the Dragon's Roost) Wait, you're going over there? (turns to Itto) I believe that the menu of the Dragon's Roost has a large selection of food that is free of any soybeans.

Itto: (stomach growls at the mention of food) Really? Well, what are we waiting around here for? (already packed their cards away) Let's go, I'm starving! (yanks Zhongli onto his feet and out the archway)

Zhongli: (loudly from out the archway) Thank you for your hospitality-

Itto: Come on, go-go-go! The sun's already starting to go down!

(back at the table)

Ningguang: (crosses fingers together) To make things more interesting, why don't we add a twenty-sided die for the filibuster system? Evens are pluses and odds are minuses.

Diluc: (nods) I'll take it.

Ningguang: Well, white goes first.

Diluc: (cracks knuckles and extends his hand) May the best player win, Lady Tianquan.

Ningguang: (takes his hand and shakes it firmly) Likewise, Master Diluc.

---

The next day, Chongyun and Xingqiu came across a chessboard, scattered game pieces, and one rather unusual-looking twenty-sided die that seemed to have been thrown from the Jade Chamber. No one besides the two players knows who won or what happened during that second round of chess, as not even the secretaries were there to bear witness to it.

If you ask the Captain of the Crux Fleet Beidou, she swears with certainty that the Tianquan threw the board first, but if you ask Tartaglia of the Fatui Harbingers, he will say that it was Diluc Ragnvindr from Mondstadt in a rare but characteristic fit of frustration. The visitor from Inazuma will say that they both contributed to it and his companion, Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor simply replied that it would not surprise him if that was indeed the case

However, if you ask the two players in question, they will only tell you that it was the most exciting and challenging game of chess they had ever had the pleasure of playing, much to the consternation of those who know them.

(inspired by this collection of headcanons)

#long post #diluc #ningguang #beidou #childe #zhongli #arataki itto #chongyun #xingqiu #baiwen #jade chamber secretaries #jade chamber #diluc harem au

[thebookreader12345]

Shouting Match

Pairing: Sean Roman x Halstead! reader

Summary: Y/N and Sean were in what seemed like the perfect relationship, but when a close friend gets hurt, the two realize there were many faults between them and an argument ensues

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of alcohol and gunshot wounds

Word Count: 1,777 Words

"Jay, for the last time, I'm not gonna break up with Sean just because you don't like him," I tell my older brother.

"Why not, Y/N? I'd say that's a pretty good reason," Jay retorted as he followed me out to my car.

We had just spent the past 2 hours hanging out at Molly's so that we could catch up because it had been a while since we'd spent time together. But of course, as soon as the topic of relationships came up, a debate started that I had not wanted to get into.

"Look, Jay. I get that he's got beef with Intelligence, and they're practically your second family, but Sean's a really great guy. And once you get over whatever the hell has you fixated on him being an asshole, you'll see that. Now, I've got an early shift at Med tomorrow, and if I'm late, Will is gonna have my head. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I say before climbing into my car.

The ride to the apartment was pretty short, 5 minutes tops, and I was just happy to be home. I climbed out of my car and entered the complex, taking the stairs to get to the second floor of the building. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before I got to my door and unlocked it.

"Hey," Sean greeted from the couch as I came through the door. It wasn't weird for Sean to be in my apartment when I got home. Occasionally he'd come over so we could spend a bit of time together before our next shifts.

"Hey," I return and set my things down before joining him on the couch. I took a seat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a much needed kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" Sean asked and encircled my waist with his arms.

"You know, giving meds, checking in on patients, the usual," I reply, describing the everyday routine of my job as an ED Nurse at Chicago Med. "And then I got to spend some time with Jay at Molly's. It's always nice hanging out with him since I don't see him as often as Will. But what about you? How was patrol?"

"Fine. The only thing that happened was an attempted robbery, and we caught the guy," Sean responded. "Speaking of work, my partner's taking a day off tomorrow, so I'm gonna be partnered with Kim for the day."

I had no problem with Kim. Quite the opposite, actually. She was my best friend. However, she was also Sean's ex, so sometimes it made things weird between us. She assured me when Sean and I started dating that she was okay with it, and I believed that, but whenever the three of us were together, there was a bit of awkwardness in the room. We always got past it though, and Sean and Kim continued to be friends.

"All right. Keep each other safe, please," I plead and peck his lips before climbing off of his lap. "I've got an early shift tomorrow, so I'm gonna head to bed."

"Goodnight," Sean called after me. I ditched the clothes I was wearing, throwing them in the hamper with one toss. After I put on some pajamas, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. Minutes later, I was fast asleep.

............................................

"Y/N, that's your second cup of coffee this morning," Maggie pointed out as she joined me at the nurses' station.

"Yeah. And...?" I trailed off, not seeing the problem.

"Late night?" Maggie questioned.

I shook my head. "No, actually. I made Jay promise not to keep me at Molly's past 10, and he stayed true to that. Today I'm just enjoying my caffeine." Just then, Maggie's pager beeped, and when she glanced down at it, she frowned.

"Incoming! Choi, you're up!" Maggie yelled into the ED. Ethan was the doctor I worked with the most, and I had no problem with it. We had grown to be close friends, and we worked quite well together. So, whenever it was his turn to accept an incoming trauma, I always followed to help him out. I thought today would be the same, but that all changed when the gurney was wheeled through the ambulance bay doors.

"Kim Burgess, late 20s, gunshot wound to the neck. Weak pulse. We intubated in the field," Courtney, the paramedic, informed us. My whole world seemed to stop as I watched my best friend get wheeled past me. And seeing her unconscious made things 100% worse.

"Y/N, you coming?" Ethan quizzed as he led the gurney into the nearest trauma room.

"I uh... Mags, c-can you...?" I stammer out, not even needing to finish my sentence for Maggie to understand what I was asking.

"I've got this," Maggie assured me and followed Ethan into the trauma room. Seconds after Kim was wheeled in, Sean entered the ED, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

"Y/N!" Sean shouted and joined me by the nurses' station. "How's Kim doing?"

"I don't know," I confess and glance towards the trauma room she was situated in. "I make it a rule to not work on anyone I'm close with. What the hell happened? You guys were just supposed to be on a routine patrol."

"Intelligence called us up," Sean answered. "We were working a drug case and we ended up having to chase the guy down an alleyway."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You promised you'd keep Kim safe. You promised, Sean. So where were you when she was being shot at?" I implore harshly.

"I was taking cover like I was supposed to! We didn't have an eye so I ducked down behind a dumpster. What, you think this was my fault?" Sean asked.

"You're her partner, Sean. It's your job to protect her. Yet here she is with a bullet buried in her neck," I return.

"You're acting like I told her to make a move," Sean countered. "She put her own life in danger. I had nothing to do with that."

I scoffed. "You had everything to do with it."

"I don't think we should be having this argument here," Sean whispered.

"Well I think we should," I retort.

"Y/N," Sean started.

"Don't 'Y/N' me," I seethe. By now, the whole ED was staring at us, but I didn't care right now. "My best friend is dying because of you!"

"If it was me in there instead of Kim, would you be yelling at her?" Sean posed. "Cause I think you'd be trying to reassure her that none of it was her fault. So, what? Kim takes priority over me, your boyfriend?"

"At the moment, yeah," I reply and cross my arms over my chest.

"Just at the moment? I think she always has," Sean accused. "And if that doesn't speak to how our relationship is, then I don't know what does."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask.

"I'm not trying to say anything. I'm telling you that I'm through with this. I'm through with you," Sean emphasized. "We're done." As Sean stalked off back towards the lobby, everything he said really hit me.

We were done.

"Y/N? You okay?" Adam questioned once he noticed that I had practically froze in the middle of the ED.

"Excuse me," I murmur and push past him politely. My body was begging me for some fresh air to help calm myself down, so I made my way out of the ED, but that involved going through the lobby where Sean and the rest of the 21st district was waiting. I hoped that I wouldn't catch anyone's attention, but I should've known better.

"Y/N," Jay said and stood up when he saw me. However, instead of stopping to talk to him, I made a beeline straight for the exit. The automatic doors opened when I stepped near them, allowing a nice breeze to hit my face. My feet carried me to the front of the hospital where I took a seat against the side of the building and placed my head in my hands. That's when the tears began to flow, but I didn't stop them. Minutes later, I was joined by Jay, who took a seat next to me. For a few seconds, we sat in silence, but then Jay spoke up. "Natalie told me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it," I mutter without removing my head from my arms.

"Well, as family, we're required to," Jay declared. "I told you Roman was an ass."

I laughed softly and picked my head up, resting it against the wall behind me. "I now see why you thought that. So everyone in the ED heard?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah. But don't worry. I'm sure they're all thinking the same thing as I am. Want me to have a talk with Roman?"

I shook my head. "No, but thank you for offering. I uh, I need to get back inside. We're low on nurses today. I'll talk to you later, Jay."

Jay's POV

A few hours later, Kim was awake and doing well, and I was just glad that she would be making a full recovery. As Adam and I were exiting her room, we just so happened to bump into Sean Roman, the girl who just, not even hours prior, broke my little sister's heart.

"Hey, guys," Sean greeted. "Is she awake?""

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you for real?"

Sean frowned. "What?"

"You broke up with my sister, that's what. Get the hell out of here!" I demand.

"But-"

Adam cut Sean off. "Kim doesn't want to talk to you. Not after what happened between you and Y/N. And I'd advise you follow Jay's orders."

Sean hesitated, but sighed. "Fine." He then walked off, leaving Adam and I standing alone in front of Kim's hospital room.

"All right man, I'm gonna head out. I promised Y/N that Will and I would come over after her shift, which is ending in like 20 minutes, so I've gotta pick up some pizza and beers."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay and keep Kim company. Have a good night," Adam spoke.

"Yeah man. You too," I return. And with that, I left the hospital to go spend some much needed quality time with my sister. Y/N would probably be hurting for a few days, but Will and I agreed that we'd be there for her every step of the way because that's what big brothers were for.

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[faulty-writes]

Alright, since all you lovely followers of mine seem to enjoy Rumi. I came up with this little idea. I hope you enjoy it.

The 5 Times Rumi Let You Touch Her Tail

You will always remember the first time you touched Mirko's tail, you had originally just wanted her autograph. "Yeah yeah! Speak up there, kid! I don't got all day!" she replied as she stomped over to you, making you feel even smaller than you were. You somehow managed to stutter out what you wanted, but you didn't seem to be up to Mirko's standards.

"Ya gotta be more confident than that," she said with a snicker before reaching over to grasp your chin. Your heart sped up from both her touch and that smirk that played across her face. "But you have such a pretty face, I guess I can do you a damn favor," the chuckle that followed her words wasn't exactly comforting.

"What's your name!?" she demanded, causing you to flinch back. Yet again you managed to stutter out an answer, "I like 'pretty face' more, so that's what I'm gonna call ya from now on!" she snapped your autograph book closed before handing it back to you.

When she turned to walk away, you noticed that fluffy white tail of hers and desperately called out to her. Of course, you felt a little shy to ask her but somehow you managed and to your surprise, Mirko looked shocked or lost as to where the question of touching her tail came from.

"Well, pretty face got confidence that fast huh? I like that!" you cried out when she playfully punched your shoulder. But that was nothing compared to when she grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you close to her. "Do it then," she said, "show me what ya can do when you set out to do it pretty face," you wondered how long that nickname would last.

You hesitantly reached around the curve of her hip until you felt that soft fur brush against your fingertips. Your lips parted in awe as you slowly allowed your fingers to thread through her tail. It was soft and so very fluffy. Mirko seemed to enjoy the small bit of attention, however, it didn't last as long as you would have hoped.

"Getting a little too close to unleashing the real beast in me, pretty face," Mirko said, her tail twitching like mad due to your touch. "I'll see ya later, or maybe never," you frowned as you watched her jump from the pavement and into the air.

You knew this world was dangerous, but you had never imagined getting caught in the middle of a villain attack. It seemed like it happened all at once. Perhaps you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but all you could remember is the explosions and bloodshed.

Luckily, much like they were trained to do. Several heroes came onto the scene and you got a front-row seat to see how they handled the villain. Threats being thrown back and forth before more blood spilled. You happened to be cradled up next to the fellow individuals who had the displeasure of being a part of this terrifying experience.

Then, she arrived. "Having fun without me!? Jeez, what the hell!?" her voice was unmistakable and you heard several gasps and cheers as Mirko flew through the air. Her silver hair flowing behind her and that same smirk you saw before was painted across her face. "I'll kick your ass, you hear me!?" it was strange how one person could give you so much hope.

Despite being covered in soot and minor injuries, you got lost in the moment watching Mirko dish out some punishment. Cracking the pavement with her powerful leg strength and confusing the villain with her speed. Watching them fall bit by bit until they were finally defeated and Mirko was left panting, sweating, and victorious.

"Hell yeah! Think you can actually mess with this rabbit hero?!" she seemed rather happy as the villain was dragged away and the search and comfort of the civilians began. Mirko seemed to spot you right away and offered you her hand, "Ya don't look too damn injured. Shake off your fear!" she instructed as she pulled you to your feet.

But even so, you couldn't help but continue to tremble which caused Mirko to grow confused. She wasn't the best person to provide comfort, "Hey aren't you the kid that wanted my autograph before!? Yeah...yeah pretty face, right!?" she questioned with a confident grin.

"I know what to do," she slowly turned and presented her tail. "Ya liked petting it, right?" she questioned. "Go on then, touch it," she said, almost like you were annoying her. But nonetheless, you did as she instructed and reached over to run your fingers through that soft fur once more.

Normally if someone desired to be a hero, they would enroll into one of the many hero schools Japan offered, but due to selective pickings and strict classroom sizes, this wasn't always possible which meant many of those that wanted to be heroes never got the chance. But due to increased villain activity, your opportunity came.

That is Japan offered the chance for young adults to participate in an advanced hero course which would then permit them to be able to use a temporary hero license under the authority of a trusted pro hero.

"Pff," Mirko couldn't help but snort before her laughter broke through. It wasn't something you appreciated, but in a way, it was nice to see her smile. "Didja finally grow a spine there, pretty face!?" she questioned before slapping you on the back, sporting her famous smirk.

You were originally hesitant to tell her, mostly due to the fact that you were afraid she'd do exactly what she did. Laugh at you, but she didn't seem completely against the idea. But, she let you know her opinion nonetheless. "Guess ya aren't the wimpy wannabe I thought ya were! Don't expect any recommendation from me, but I give ya permission to kick some ass!"

While you were happy with her attempted vote of confidence, you found yourself being nervous yet again to ask Mirko the question that had been plaguing your mind. But she seemed to catch onto the fact that you wanted something. "Speak up!" she snapped. "Your pretty face doesn't look so pretty when you're confused," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

You were actually embarrassed to ask, but yet again you found yourself stuttering the question out. That is if you could pet her tail for good luck. Mirko seemed confused, "Ya got a tail petting fetish or something pretty face?!" she rolled her eyes before turning around, her tail wiggling from side to side.

"Just make it quick!" she said, though she was still wearing a smirk and you suspected it was due to the fact she somehow knew you were nervous. But nonetheless, you reached out and allowed your fingers to run through that soft fur for the third time. Who knows? Maybe it would bring you some well-deserved luck.

Pro hero life was more than you thought it would be, it was part exciting and part terrifying. Between the praise and hatred, it was the best and worst of both worlds. Though you weren't high on the charts by any means, you were catching the attention of the existing pro heroes which included Mirko.

It started off as a simple invitation, "Hey there pretty face good job out there!" Mirko said as she yet again slapped you on the back. "I didn't think ya had the spine to back you up but turns out I was wrong," her words made you feel a little better, but you had never expected her to ask you what she did next.

Drinking wasn't normally something you did, and this would probably be the last time you experienced it. But you couldn't honestly turn down an invitation to drink with one of the top female heroes. So you accepted, but you should have known the consequences of going out in public with Mirko.

"Another round, damn it!" Mirko screamed as she slammed the shot glass back onto the counter, it was safe to say you were beyond tipsy at this point as you could only laugh at the rabbit hero's antics. You lazily draped your arm around her shoulders and repeated the order. By the end of the night, you were too intoxicated to remember the series of events that led to Mirko bringing you home.

But when you woke in the morning, it wasn't that hard to figure out what had happened. Your head was pulsing, painfully aching as a cruel reminder of your irresponsible actions. But what shocked you more was the fact you had woken up next to Mirko who still happened to be sleeping away peacefully.

How could you help yourself? You'd never try to purposely take advantage of anyone. But seeing the rabbit hero sprawled out on the bed, covered by nothing but a thin sheet was a sight most could only hope to see. However, you were more focused on that tail that peeked out from under the sheet. You just hoped you wouldn't wake her as you reached over to once again pet that tail.

The news was a shock to the hero world, the previously known solo hero was engaged. Most thought it wouldn't happen, in fact, heroes almost never got the chance at their own happy ending due to their dedication to saving others. But, Mirko seemed to want to prove the world wrong.

You hadn't expected it, but throughout your hero career, Mirko and yourself had your special moments. Despite her own rule of avoiding love and not getting into any messy relationships. But somehow you were the exception, hell maybe you put a spell on her the first time you met, or maybe you were just special.

Either way, she found that she was growing overly attached to you. Making hasty decisions and she hated it. There had to be a way to solve this, to figure out how to rid herself of the constant worry she felt when you were away from her, and maybe most wouldn't think the solution would come in the form of a marriage proposal.

"Well!?" she snapped as she grabbed your hand, ready with the ring. Casting a glare your way, but you were a little too shocked to answer her. Though the ring was beautiful, painted a gold-white color with one jewel that was the same color as Mirko's eyes. Somehow, you stuttered out a reply and Mirko grinned as she pushed the ring onto your finger.

Despite the wedding feeling rushed, Mirko took care of most of the weight. Which included the invitations, wedding location, catering, and so on. She even insisted on paying for your wedding attire, though you were somewhat against the idea. It was hard to argue with your new fiancee.

Though Mirko looked beautiful on the day of your wedding, she neglected the traditional belief that seeing the bride before the wedding could bring bad luck. "Quit your damn worrying!" she snapped as she stood there in her wedding dress. The white fabric showing off her every curve.

But the best feature of her dress was the small cut out that allowed her tail to peek through, "Are ya ready to get this show on the road yet!? People are waitin'!" she exclaimed and you couldn't help but chuckle as you stepped close to her and placed your hand on the small of her back. Your fingers slowly reaching down to play with her tail yet again before you nodded.

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[thefanficmonster]

My Kind

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warning: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on today’s stream of Among Us, it’s safe to say Y/N’s super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.

Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

This has to be the fiftieth time I’ve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, I’m definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isn’t in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, that’s a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me they’d picked me to be their guest streamer for today’s date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inexperienced in the streaming field, I’ve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toast’s streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which I’m honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didn’t even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it. 

I’ve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which I’ve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I don’t know why people obsess over faceless content creators’ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ain’t so bad, self-care and all that you know.

Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.

You see, it has layers.

I’m nervous of ‘preforming’ underwhelmingly and I’m nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think I’m putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that it’s about ten minutes till the stream starts, I’m getting doing my best to calm my nerves.

They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, that’s why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!

Easier thought than put into action that’s for sure.

I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far I’ve come. How much I achieved when I thought I’d be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself ‘good job’ for the milestones I’ve reached or the hard work I’ve put into my content, but that’s probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: ‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’ - simply put, I’m never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I don’t go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that I’ve done plenty for myself and others. And that’s what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.

Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!

Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.

“Hello!“ I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isn’t capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause that’s the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.

“Oh hi, Y/N!“ Toast is the first one to greet me, “Welcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.“

“Thank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.“ I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.

To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.

Aright, you’ve got a point, me.

“Oh please, we owe all that to our fans. We’re really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. We’re no legends.“ Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, “And from what I’ve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.“

“And I absolutely adore them.“ I chuckle, “They mean the world to me. They are the reason I’m here today.”

“Then we have to give them a special thank you, don’t you think?“ The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - it’s Rae, “Nice to meet you, Y/N! I’m Rae, and, no cap, I’m quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said he’d invite you.“

This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.

“Oh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. You’re all so sweet.“ I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.

“Oh please, we have some real savages around here.“ A male voice, seemingly Charlie’s scoffs, “Don’t overlook us please.“

“Wait, we do?“ A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, “Who? How come I don’t know about that?“

I can’t help bust snort, “Nice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.”

He laughs, “Just returning it to where it’s due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.“

Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, I’m bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.

“Thanks! I’m a horror junkie so I’d be lying if I said I haven’t binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.“

“Oh, you’re one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?“ He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. “I’ve had people tell me it’s twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit I’ve read is insane! Some stories I didn’t narrate cause I would’ve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.“

My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, “Careful, Corpse, you’re walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.”

“No need.“ Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, “I still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.“

“Please do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I can’t sleep afterwards, I’m blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.“ I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went? 

“Blame fully taken. Given that I’m not much of a sleeper, I’ll keep you company whenever you think there’s a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.“ He replies, chuckling.

“Um, that’s oddly specific.“ Charlie comments, “Been there yourself, buddy?”

“Perhaps.“ Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, “I will neither confirm nor deny.“

“You know what, I’ll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you don’t freak the fuck out. Sounds good?“ I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him. 

“Perfect. Wait...“ he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, “You don’t have mine.“

“Oh, do I not?“ I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course don’t have his number.

“Oh, do you?“ He sasses me right back. “If so then you don’t need me to send it to you. Cool.“

Ah, shit

“Wait, no! I-I need to confirm it’s the correct one!“

Damn, never did I think I’d be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? That’s a whole another level that will take me time to process. But I’ll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these people’s butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.

Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.

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