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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years

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Avengers Cast x Male Reader

Request - Can you make a avengers cast x male reader who's near 30 in age and is a great voice actor with amazing vocal skills his mcu role is Thor and sif son but his also voiced Thor and Loki in games and animated shows they find out when when someone ask him to do his thor and loki voice and the cast are shocked when he has a little conversation to himself using his thor and loki voice

You are on the set of the Avengers movie, you play the son of Thor and Sif named Woden Thorson. You are sitting in your chair and you're talking with Mark, Jaimie, and Scarlett. A few minutes later, Chris Evans, Robert, and Tom Hiddleston come out with the birthday cake. Everyone starts to sing happy birthday to you and you are speechless.

“No way” You smiled big.

“We didn't forget,” Scarlett said and she kissed your cheek.

You blow out the candles, everyone cheered and they start to hug you. The cast is taking pictures with you.

“How does it feel to be old?” Jamie teased.

“I’m not that old,” You said.

You and Robert cut the cake and everyone is starting to eat the cake. You took a picture with Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans as a joke, you tagged the opposite Chris on Instagram. The cast did write nice things about you on their social media and added happy birthday.

This is the second Marvel movie that you have been on. When you first met them, you were very shy then Robert helped you to feel comfortable.

You are doing a scene with Chris Hemsworth and Jaime and Tom.

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You are feeling so excited because you are going to comic con with the cast. You will have to do a Q&A and take pictures with some fans and more. You are in your hotel room and you can't stop smiling, because you will wear a costume... You met with the others and they are in shock and some are giggling.

“What are you wearing?” Robert asked.

“I am Ash Ketchum from Pokémon and this is Pikachu” You smiled.

You are holding a plush Pikachu.

“Wow that is cute,” Jamie said.

You take a selfie with her and she posted the picture on Instagram. You are the only one with a costume.

Later, you and the cast do a Q&A, and people are liking the character you will play.

“Y/n, do you think Thor will be the fun dad and Sif a serious mom?” A fan asked.

You look at Chris and Jamie.

“Yeah, Thor will be the fun dad. He will try to discipline Woden but he would fail. Sif will be a serious mom, she would try to show that she will be a fun mom... Kinda off” You smiled.

You and the cast continue to answer questions and make the fans laugh. Later, you take pictures with some fans and did a few autographs.

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You are on the Good America show with the cast doing an interview.

“Y/n, is it true that you play the voice of Thor and Loki?” Michael Strahan asked.

“Wait, you are playing Loki and Thor and not them?” Robert asked.

“I didn't know about this” Chris H. Said.

“Yes, I play both characters and I do change my voice. That's why they didn't know” You said.

“Can you do the voices now?” Tom Hiddleston asked.

“Oh, Y/n you should do the voices now,” Michael Strahan said.

“Okay, I will do the voices now,” You said.

You start to do the voice and a small scene...

Loki: Do you really think it's a good idea to go back to earth?

Thor: Yes, of course. People on earth love me, I'm very popular.

Loki: Let me rephrase that: Do you really think it's a good idea to bring ME back to earth?

“Oh my God. That was impressive, Y/n!” Scarlett smiled.

“Bravo, Y/n. You nailed each of our voices” Tom said.

“So you can do everyone’s character?” Chris H. Asked.

You nod “Yeah, I can do everyone's character”

Chris Hemsworth tried to mimic your voice but he failed. Everyone and including you laughed

“See, I can change my voice too” Chris Hemsworth laughed.

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You are at the avengers movie premiere, you take pictures with the cast. The hosts ask you questions and you start to answer them. You mostly take pictures with Chris and Jamie and you stand in the middle.

#x male reader #male!reader #marvel x male reader #marvel cast imagine #avengers cast x reader #marvel x reader #Avengers Cast x male reader

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officiallyashley · 1 year

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BNHA HEADCANONS— (more) polyamorous relationship between the bakusquad

NOTES: enjoy! These are more headcanons on poly Bakusquad (that ft my oc who is apart of the bakusquad)! These headcanons are kinda whatever was coming into my mind at the time I was writing this, so there isn’t a specific theme to these headcanons.

WARNINGS: no warnings!

{~~~}

They have various properties where everyone gets together three times a year.

Once in the summertime, during fall break, and during Christmas break.

I mean, they see each other in between those times of the year obviously

And this property is HUGE. I mean, it kinda HAS to be huge because of how many people and kids there are.

So Mina, Katsuki, and Ash live together with their kids. Denki and Jiro live with their daughter. Hanta and Eijiro live together with their adopted daughter, along with Mina and Kiri’s son and daughter. Mina occasionally stays over at Hanta and Kiri’s to see her son and daughter. Later on (I’m talking a long time like Sukiko is twenty years old when this happened), Ash and Hanta have twins (Kenji and Vivienne), who end up living with Hanta and Eijirou.

They all occasionally rotate (i.e. Ash sleeping over at Denki and Jiro’s for the night or Katsuki staying over at Kiri and Hanta’s place for the night). They would do it more, but they all have kids and jobs that keep them suuuuper fucking busy.

So Jiro and Denki’s daughter is named Yuka Shiko, Kirishima and Mina have twins named Ema Aoi and Riku Kyo, and Kirishima and Sero adopt a daughter renamed Cecelia Rose (better known as CeCe).

Ashley is known for being a levelheaded and calm person. Nothing really sets her off too much. However, there are serious moments where Ash is just… too calm. Sometimes it’s unsettling, but it’s only because when something horrible happens, Ash’s first initial response is shock and she would rather not express her emotions. Once the situation sets in for her, Ash shows more of how she feels.

Mina, Ash, and Jiro cherish their girls' days. Their boyfriends know that.

Like the girls will be walking around a shopping center or something and they all get texts from their group chat.

“Mina, they’re spamming us with phone calls.” Jiro said.

“Okay, well, just ignore them. Today is our girls day!”

“Hey, hon, they’re trying to FaceTime us.” Ash said.

“But today is our day! Don’t answer it. They can text if it’s anything important! 😤👏🏼”

Their boyfriends do this purely to annoy Ash, Mina, and Jiro and to be clingy.

They’re saying stuff like:

yo, Jiro, have you seen my socks? — Denki

Ash, what’s for dinner? — Sero

Their boyfriends will also take boys’ days.

And that’s when the girls take revenge 🤟🏼🤪

Heya, Katsubae, can you guys pick up Ash some Oreos? Thx, babe! — Mina

Yo, Sero, do you mind picking up some cookies? Sugar cookies and red velvet, to be exact. Thx, dude. — Ash

Katsuki sticks his tongue out when he concentrates. It’s so cute omg 🥰🥰

When she eats and drinks, Ash does a little dance in her seat. She doesn’t even realize that she does it, but Mina has clips on her phone of Ash eating and drinking and doing her little wiggle for proof. It’s honestly really adorable ☺️

Denki is the group’s phone charger. Period. ✋🏼

Ashley, Denki, and Kirishima are often found napping together.

Kiri and Denki are touch starved and they know Ash is the epitome of sleep deprivation so they’ll get touchy with her and ask her to take a nap with them, which she does.

Hanta and Ash binge true crime videos on YouTube. It’s one of their favorite pastimes.

Denki loves it when Ash acts innocent because he knows that Ash is anything but innocent. Everyone knows that Ash is anything but innocent.

The Bakusquad takes Halloween and Christmas very seriously. These are their favorite holidays, and these are the holidays that they go all-out on.

Jiro loves making playlists full of songs that pertain to her lovers. She’s made a playlist for all of her lovers individually, and she’s made one for the entirety of the group. Jiro has her own separate playlist, too.

The entire Bakusquad has binged played all of the FNAF games in one night. Afterwards, Sero, Denki, Katsuki, and Mina all crashed on a pallet on the living room floor while Ash and Kirishima fell asleep together on the couch.

They also did that for all of the Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Undertale, Deltarune, and various other game series.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

#bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bakusquad headcanons #bakusquad polyamorous relationship #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad polyamorous headcanons #bakusquad x oc #kuriyama ashley #jirou kyouka #ashido mina #kirshima eijirou #kaminari denki #sero hanta #bakugou katsuki #officiallyashley #ashwrites

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sapphireginger · 9 months

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✎ Author Self Recs: Ship Favs (Teen Wolf)

These are my favorite fics that I’ve written for each of the ships I’ve done. If there’s only one fic for a ship, I decided not to include it. I also only chose works that are fully posted.

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»» B-Reading Romance | Sterek

✰ Ship: Stiles + Derek

✰ WC: 15,529

✰ Ch: 3/3

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles Stilinski is an omega and the father of two very adorable children Emerald (Emmy) and Milo. He loves them with every fiber of his being and will do anything to protect them. His fierce protectiveness of his children is how he finds himself outside a local restaurant with a safe place sign. Stiles has no thoughts beyond keeping his kids safe but seeing the gorgeous alpha who smells like safety and home allows the tension to bleed out of him. He is safe now.

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»» Predator, Prey & a Pole | Steter

✰ Ship: Stiles + Peter

✰ WC: 7,244

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Being told you are beautiful and believing it are two very different things. Without his mother there to remind him and reassure him, Stiles struggles to hold onto any belief that her words are true. The cruel barbs of his peers cut deep. He wishes that for even one night, he could be someone-anyone-else.

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»» From the Ashes | Stisaac

✰ Ship: Stiles + Isaac

✰ WC: 66,135

✰ Ch: 30/30

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Insanus Carcerum. That's where Stiles finds himself after Scott's betrayal. He has no one now. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Although...the curly haired boy he rooms with could be someone he can have. This is assuming they make it out alive.

Fate has a way of creating chaos but also provides for the ones wronged.

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»» Mythos Award | Stackson

✰ Ship: Stiles + Jackson

✰ WC: 1,686

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles receives an email of congratulations. He reaches out to tell the pack his news but well there's only one pack member who actually learns the news and supports him.

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»» Little Lost Boy | Steo

✰ Ship: Stiles + Theo

✰ WC: 40,865

✰ Ch: 15/15

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Stiles Stilinski loves his mommy and daddy but one day tragedy strikes and Stiles finds himself lost. When he’s found by people who show him kindness he embraces it but it is far from easy and the tragedy resulted in serious trauma that he deals with every day. Luckily he has such a strong support system.

This is the journey of a little lost boy and his life after cruel fate played its hand.

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»» Gaia’s Photo Album | Stargent

✰ Ship: Stiles + Chris

✰ WC: 1,993

✰ Rating: Teen & Up

✰ Summary:

The storm has picked up and amber eyes glint when the lightning flashes. When he finally reaches her grave, he is tired but the relief in making it in one piece outweighs his exhaustion.

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»» Beauty & the Void | Stallison

✰ Ship: Stiles + Allison

✰ WC: 39,305

✰ Ch: 10/10

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Allison Argent is a prisoner and her grandfather-Gerard-is her captor. She uses her books to escape the horror she's living in but soon her books won't be the only adventure she lives. The horror won't last forever. Especially not when the Shadow King intervenes on her behalf.

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»» Protective Mama Bear | Stayden

✰ Ship: Stiles + Hayden

✰ WC: 482

✰ Rating: Gen

✰ Summary:

Hayden and Stiles’s eldest child, their son Orion, was going on his first date. Hayden wasn’t ready and Stiles knew where he would find her.

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»» That Witch! | Stimione

✰ Ship: Stiles + Hermione

✰ WC: 3,580

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

“Are any of your books damaged?” he asked, prepared to pay to fix them if needed.

The girl quirked a brow. “Would it matter if they were?”

Stiles nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Books are knowledge. The destruction of knowledge is blasphemous in my book. Anyone who says otherwise is a bloody fool and—”

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles. “You’re American. I wasn’t expecting you to say ‘bloody’.”

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»» When You’re the Best of Friends | Stora

✰ Ship: Stiles + Cora

✰ WC: 10,239

✰ Rating: Explicit

✰ Summary:

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

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»» I’ll Bee Kissing My Honey | Stira

✰ Ship: Stiles + Kira

✰ WC: 5,078

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Kira chuckles softly and Mr. Stilinski quirks a brow in question. She winks. “I told him he could tally the number of kisses and I will give him twice that many when we get home.”

Noah’s eyebrows fly up and then he rolls his eyes playfully. “Of course you did,” he says with a smile. He glances at his son. “You spoil him.”

“Perhaps but he spoils me more.”

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»» Guarding a Life | Staura

✰ Ship: Stiles + Laura

✰ WC: 7,695

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

Stiles is the Head Lifeguard at the Laranja Beach in Miami, Florida. He’s been Head Lifeguard for five years now. Stiles started lifeguarding at the age of eighteen and then became head lifeguard at twenty-one.

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»» Drowning Out Sound | Stofc

✰ Ship: Stiles + Callie (OFC)

✰ WC: 21,911

✰ Ch: 9/9

✰ Rating: Mature

✰ Summary:

The hospital seems so still when he arrives, and he glances at the sign out front.

California Children’s Clinic

He doesn’t linger but heads inside and immediately up to the front desk. A nurse with curly blonde hair and green eyes smiles at him. “Hello. Can I help you?”

Peter swallows and nods. “My um…My godson is here. He was brought in, and they called me.”

“Name?”

“Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski. Although he goes by Stiles.”

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Tagging:

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vendetta-if · 2 years

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What does our dear old gramps think about the ROs? And our dearest daddy too, if he was still around? I feel like he'd be giving them the shovel talk even if he left the life of crime a long time ago 😆

Another Grandpa ask! 😄 Strap in! This will be a little bit long.

Grandpa:

Ash: Would give his blessing 👍🏻 He admires and approves of Ash’s ruthlessness and tenacity, and of course, the most important which is their undying loyalty to MC.

Rin: Would give his double blessings 😂 Not only because MC’s marriage to Rin will tie the Aikawas to the Morozovs with something stronger than the promise of mutual benefits, but also Rin is smart, pragmatic, and level-headed and he admires those qualities a lot. Together, perhaps MC and Rin would be able to build upon what he had achieved and bring both families to an even greater height.

Santana: Not approve 🤨 His grandchild, with a police officer? Not only are they only a detective, but also one shunned by their whole department too. They would not be able to bring much value to the family. MC can do better, surely…

Skylar: Doubtful 🤨 He doesn’t like Skylar’s goody-two shoes attitude, vanity, and naïveté… not to mention, they are also pursuing career as a superhero. The only redeeming thing from a marriage with Skylar is the connection to their important family.

Yvette: Doesn’t like her. He has not personally met her yet and only heard what Luka told him. But he sees her as one of the reasons why Viktor didn’t want to return to his family, despite Luka’s and Cara’s constant persuasions. Dislikes her even more when he found out that she declined Viktor’s offer to start family and broke his son’s heart by leaving him. The only good thing about her to him is that she gave Viktor MC, who was the source of Viktor’s happiness 🥲

Viktor

Ash: Yes! Viktor will be the conductor of the shipping-train 😂 To Viktor, Ash has always been a polite kid to him and MC’s one true friend. He is thankful of Ash for spending so much time with MC and makes them laugh and be happy 😊 Doesn’t need any shovel talk from him 👍🏻

Rin: Hesitant… Are you sure, MC? You’re not feeling pressured by Takashi’s insistence, right? You really love them? Alright… Viktor will be worried because they know MC will get dragged back in into the life that he had ran away from. But if MC truly wants it, then he’ll willingly go back to his own family too and support MC as best as he can. Rin will get a lighter shovel talk about making sure that their main priority now is MC and making them happy.

Santana: Nothing strong in particular. Viktor has never met them before, but they seem like a decent person with good ideals and admirable resolve. Get a shovel talk about making MC happy as well.

Skylar: Worry and dread… They’re charming and a little bit vain just like Yvette was when he first met her… But at least, they really seem to care about helping and saving people… but he is still reluctant about their career as a superhero. But if MC really like them… They’ll get the most serious and harshest shovel talk out of all the ROs. Viktor wants to make sure his baby won’t feel the same heartbreak as he once did.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #char: grandpa #char: viktor #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: yvette #lore #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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dr4g0nun4zx · 9 months

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I had written about this and it's a really sad idea. Set somewhere in post-war Au, where Touya (he's not dead because his family is too stubborn to let him die after having him) and is in a villain rehab program. Enji and Rei are having a talk with the program specialist to try to understand how Touya's accident reached such a large scale.

[Heart]

“Did they classify it as a peculiar accident? That's really weird…” Okami muttered to herself.

Okami was the quirk specialist that the rehab program offered. She was an older woman good at her job, nice and warm, but with a sharp smile. Enji couldn't help but find similarities with his eldest son every time he had meetings with her.

The sharp eyes and snakelike smile were very much alike.

Enji often wondered if Touya liked the woman.

The two parents looked at each other, confused by Okami's words.

"What are you talking about? Peculiar accidents are not uncommon, especially in children." Rei was confused

“Well that's true. Children are emotional and most quirks are tied to our emotions. It's not uncommon for them to lose control of their emotions when they're much younger." Okami said, nodding to herself. “But usually accidents are nothing more than a couple of minor injuries. If the quirk is more powerful, it's possible that it could be a bit bigger. But it would still not be too serious.” The black-haired woman turned to Rei and Enji with a curious expression.“You Said Dabi-“

"Touya". Enji interrupted.

Okami was silent, staring at Enji. The hero shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the woman's gaze making Enji feel like he was under a microscope. Okami was silent for a few more minutes before straightening up in his chair and continuing. "Touya. You said that Touya burned down a forest, right?"

“Did. He also burned himself.”

The older woman winced. As if the mere prospect of imagining the massive fire hurt him.

Okami turned to Enji and Rei with a serious expression." I need you to understand that there are only two occasions in which peculiar accidents happen with great magnitude. The first is if there is a lot of stress, and the second is if there is a lot of pain, but even then, a peculiar accident should not reach such a scale. The peculiarities like yours, Endeavor-san, are a reflection of people's hearts. In order for Touya to have a peculiar accident of this type, he must have been feeling so much pain, that it simply broke and his emotions were disconnected. Then all that was left was ash."

The world around Enji was silenced, paralyzed in the chair without being able to do anything but feel the beating of his heart in his ears as he tried to understand the magnitude of the words.

"His heart broke." Rei said, understanding what the words of the older woman meant. Rei's voice broke and his body curled trembling. Hugging herself tightly.

It broke his heart. Enji broke her baby's heart.

How could he even forgive himself? How could he demand that Touya heal and move on, that he leave his pain behind, if Enji couldn't even understand the extent of all his mistakes? didn't have any rights. His baby, His beautiful boy. Enji had broken his heart on that mountain.

'I don't deserve Touya's forgiveness.' He thought, as he felt that his chest was split in two with such great pain that he had to grab his shirt to try to stop it.' I don't deserve anyone's forgiveness.'

#todoroki family #boku no hero acedamia #mha dabi #dabi #dabi is touya #touya todoroki

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carrickbender · 8 months

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Sonntag seiben

1. September in the PNW means harvesting and putting in things for the winter that give hope that, at some point, we will see the sun again and taste the sweet goodness of the gifts of nature. This year is special because another generation of our family gets to decide their fate as either pickers or non-pickers. I've always been a picker since I was probably a bit older than Henry; My grandmere and I would dutifully pick the tiny delicious huckleberries right on the border of Idaho and Montana, and one of our favourite patches was yards away from where one of her relatives surveyed in the state lines of Montana(plot twist: it's backwards). My mom, on the other hand, was born a non-picker who often loved finding a nice shady spot with a book. Thankfully, as she and I were both raised as only children, she has become a picker because berries won't pick themselves and blackberries are awful to pick. And Buggy was such a trooper: he started off picking berries but then he just wanted to eat berries even double fisting them. Tradition can be so delicious.

2. I finished my 2 weeks at Medline on Saturday, and they were absolutely good people for whom to work. And on Tuesday, I start with a municipal organization in emergency mitigation services, which should be a good job. Its a serious pay cut from Cosmo, but I cant wait any longer. And with graduation looming for me at CWU and my MBA application submitted, my options are expanding by the day. I refuse to be blind to the silver lining to my loss of my job at Cosmo, and I am open to the lessons that the universe is teaching me.

3. So for a long time I couldn't wrap my head around affirmations, but now that I'm doing them, I feel different. I think maybe, just maybe, the reset has begun and I'm looking at how I reclaim grace. To all who helped: much love.

4. To all of you who do online tutoring, what do you think of it? I have some expertise, and I think I could parlay it into a little more income and use it for the benefit of others. Thoughts?

5. We find out this week what sort of pre-k/transitional kindergarten programme Buggy will be in this fall. And, cool thing: H was also accepted into our local college and is going to be finishing her degree in Chemical dependency counseling. Her sobriety not withstanding, she is so smart and if she wouldn't have had her oldest son so young she could have done anything. She was studying to become a nurse when "life" and a few other things got in the way, and I think how much of a loss it was, truly. So having her go back to school is truly making sure the smartest person in this house gets to use that amazing brain for good of others and not just making good stuff like the boule in the picture.

6. Jimmy Buffet and Bill Richardson, on the same day? I got to meet Bill and hear him speak, and he was truly a champion for the forgotten and unjustly imprisoned. And Jimmy... I heard so many stories of him playing the Elbow room in Dutch Harbour and Tony's in Kodiak that, turns out were all true. While he might have been seen as a brand, some of his lyrics really hit my old broken down ass self pretty hard. And like his lyric said,

"I hope you're enjoying the scenery

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hiking on Tuesday

With you I'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again"

Peace be with them...

7. The agates and the quartz glass are from a local beach, and 3 generations of hands have touched them. 3...Somewhere, my father figure is proud and glad it took(and that his great grandson loves rocks and getting dirty, just like him).

If you are still reading this, don't labour tomorrow. Rest. Relax. It's been a hard 9 months, and judging by our mountain ash bushes here, it's going to be a long miserable winter. Many blessings yall, and be kind to yourselves and take a moment. If my stubborn ass can finally say, and mean it, "I love the person I am becoming", you can too.

Much love!!!!

#me #this is my life #singer songwriter #dadlife #exhausted #henry adam #washington state #in repair #blackberries #huckleberries #daniel hickey

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petitebluebird-blog1 · 8 months

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Another crossover ish unexpected dream

Unexpected dream which I did not expect to like so much that I keep thinking about it the whole day

It started with my friend texting me to hangout with her and she said she had a date for me which I was going to love. Now let's name this friend Ashley.

Ashley was in the car waiting for me and the person who was driving the car was Crush. Now I've never liked crush itna ki I started dreaming about him so this is the unexpected part of the dream.

I was taken back a bit but i didn't show it. Ashley made me sit on the passenger side. And like a low key third wheeled the date but not really she kind of left us alone as soon as we reached a street market food carnival kind of a place.

I was not sure how I ended up on a date with Crush.

But Ashley did say this to me before leaving that he was eager to meet me and spend time with me. (Clearly only in dreams will this happen to me)

I was like okay let's just try and get to know him kind of 😅 We parked the car and like got out. I was wearing very casual jeans and a cute top.

Also before leaving the house I did joke and say to my mom that Ashley found you a son in law and I'm going to meet him.

Now at the market place there was so much going on so many food stalls, games and so much. He was a true gentleman throughout like proper men written by women gentlemen. I was in love with the way he treated me. Constantly asking if I wanted to eat or try this literally feeding me whatever snacks he bought. I was going with the flow during this time. Trying to enjoy but also figure out what is going on.

Then slowly he tried to get close to me during this time. He tried to naturally hold my hand. He was trying to keep me close to him most of the time because of the crowd. I didn't mind because I didn't want to get lost in this since I didn't know how we would find each other if we did lose each other we hadn't exchanged contacts or anything yet.

So crushs perspective was that he had already had in his mind that this is my next girlfriend and I'm gonna win her and that's why so much effort and everything this is found out from Ashley after the date was done.

We enjoyed the carnival. Then we decided we should get going and there was a place nearby that was famous for juice and smoothies to try so we decided to go there and Ashely joined and when crush went to get the juices is when Ashley told me about how serious he was.

I was like dude we just met how am I supposed to process all of this in a few hours that we've met.

She told me he plans to take me home since he has a get together planned with his friends tonight and wants to introduce them to me. I was holy shit no way. He just came back with our juices and Ashley took the cue and left with a drink and said she is going home.

Apparently this was planned between Crush and Ashley.

So me being the anti social anxious person I'm worried didn't show it but was like how and wtf am I going to do now. This is even speedier than any of the arranged marriages that have happened in my family.

I tried to calm myself while drinking the juice. Look the guy isn't bad so far. He is putting efforts and first impressions are absolutely chefs kiss. Why not give it a try I mean zyada se zyada heartbreak hoga toh dekh lengay.

So he cautiously suggested that he was having a small get together with his friends it was Friday night . He said I really want you to come and meet them and continue our date there as well. And i agreed to go but I told him I will leave if I want to go home I won't stay long. He said yes that's fine I will drop you back home just come at least you'll enjoy it.

We were driving to his house and all this time in my head I was like what if he murdered me in his house how am I supposed to fight this tall guy. As there is music playing in the car but then i realised Ashley knows it so they will find my body that's not a problem.

We reached his home some of his friends were already there. He had a really nice house with a spacious living room and I think it was 2 or 3 bedrooms not sure.

So the guests at the party were Joy, Chanyeol, Taeyeon Tiffany from GG, Kai, Jessi, Hyuna Dawn, this is all the people I interacted with like hi hello ones and a lot of other people.

I was especially surprised when I saw Joy and realised shit isn't that his ex gf. And then everything started running. Why did they break up? Is he alright ? Wait why is he trying to be with me ? Did i have a hand in their break up ?

So he wasn't around Joy came and said hi I asked her directly wait did you guys break up ? And she simply answered that I wanted an open relationship so we decided to separate. He didn't like the idea and this was when he went to the army. Like in between she might have suggested this idea and they broke up while he was serving. As you may or may not know Crush also came out this year out of the army so it makes sense.

And she was quite nice actually interacting and everything was pretty normal.

Then I was sitting on the sofa and he came with a drink and sat next to me and was like holding my hand and wouldn't let me go bro. And it felt so real in the dream the skin shops

He was very affectionate throughout the whole date we had. He was very cuddly too. After sometime the crowd died down. There were only a few people left and i didn't leave to go home because I was actually chilling there with him by my side. Not gonna lie it was quite comfy. Then someone decided to put on a movie. It was a Runaway bride and I love Julia's roberts so I was a chilling man.

He saw how comfy i was and enjoying the movie so he pulled me even closer to him and was cuddling me and i was dying a little but the uff felt so secure. Then my hand was already intertwined in his hand. I remember it very vividly it was my left hand and he was kissing it with his lips and soft kisses and honestly felt so real in the dream. I looked at him and his eyes were focused on tv but his hand and mouth were doing something else.

His friends were around so I felt embarrassed and shy but he didn't and they also weren't fazed by it. My heart was honestly doing backflips as this was happening. It was beating crazy when he pulled me closer to him and then backflips.

During this whole time at his place i had not even looked at my phone once.

Now the weird thing starts when his family starts coming in.

Mom dad sister this is what the characters were in my dream. Parents didn't care very chill.His mom even smiled at me and said so you are Foram. I tried to be civil and get up and greet her and talk to her but this fool didn't let me. Said hello to his sister his dad just smiled and left. I was so so so embarrassed at this point. I personally am not a fan of PDA and this happening in front of his parents was even more like i wanted to hide somewhere and never show my face. I asked him what he has told everyone about me for them to be okay with all this.

He said he's been trying to get with me for months now and everyone that's close to him knows my name and face. He showed everyone my photos. I was shocked. He said he heard about me from Ashley and she talked me a lot and he kind of was looking for a girl like me (🤣🤣🤣) and then he asked Ashley for help and she said it's not easy Foram is not like every girl she is different 😏 she doesn't play around. 😌

He said I don't wanna play i want something real and i was just like why does this sound so much like a Wattpad story. But I ignored it. Was still cuddling him like before.

Cut to idk how when and why but my uncle happens to visit his home and he saw us in the position that we were in and omg the way I freaked out and jumped.

(So my uncle and crush dad were some kind of business related customer and supplier relation.)

I freaked out because we are a conservative family and like my mom's side of the family they have a lot of temper dude. So I was scared of his reaction and I knew he was gonna instantly call my mom like my dad I could at least talk to and reasons for it a little. My sister would too try to understand and talk to me. I literally started crying and was like uncle it's not what it looks like. He started saying do you realise what you are doing. He is not from our caste. You guys are not kids.What the hell are you doing here at this hour. His parents didn't interrupt here. Crush was just standing by my side I told him not to say a word otherwise it's done for.

I told him he was not trying to do anything please understand this and his parents know and he wants to be with me. I was crying cause I was scared he would call my mom and she would flip out that's all not because of what would happen to crush and me lol.

As I was trying to explain this in my head I was like but my parents already know I have a liking and taste in Korean and Asian man it's not gonna be as bad as it looks and I also told her I was kind of going on a date as I left. So like there is not a bad point for me here. I tried to reason with him as he was trying to call my mom I said mom knows I told her I was going out with a guy when I left which technically I did say Ashley found her a son in law.

Then Crush interrupted I'm going to drop her home please don't worry and he pulled my hand and took me out and we left. He saw me sobbing and was like don't worry nothing will happen I'm here.

Usko kya pata meri mummy ka gussa yaar.

She is going to throw belan at me and whop my ass I was like yeah but still I was really caught off-guard there.

We were in the lift going down and was trying to wipe my tears. And he suddenly brought his face close to mine and started kissing me and i kissed back. I then pulled away and told him we should go. We sat in his car and left for home and he kept on holding my hand while driving me home. And I woke up.

Luckily I didn't have to deal With consequences 😌

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Captain

"Captain" was never in the army, nor into any sporting activity, and nor was he a stocky, spitting-image of "Captain" Vijayakanth (a Tamil movie veteran of the 80s and 90s). Instead, he was short at about five-and-a-half feet, skeletally-thin, and quite dark-skinned to account for the unforgiving humid heat of Madras. I knew him at a time when Sunny, the two-wheeler, was in vogue and not quite coincidentally, he rode one of those. If you've seen Sunny, and if you'd seen Captain, you'd say it was a perfect match.

Captain was, as was common in those days, the de facto electrician-plus-plumber for our apartment (and a few more in the locality). He had this dingy-little shop right across the road from our colony but you couldn't find him in his shop almost ever. On the rare afternoon that he did exist in that small, dark 5x10 half-filled with the kind of dismantled clutter you'd find in an electrician's shop, you might find him leafing through a thin novella or a serious magazine. Yeah, he was one of those rare kinds – somewhat well-read, could dole out a good dose of English when required, could speak at length on realpolitik, wax lyrical about out-of-fashion Tamil-cinema legends and down a lot more than a few gulps of TASMAC whiskey.

Andaman Maami of the fourth floor once told me she was the one who christened him Captain. I can't remember if I ever did ask her why but if I did, I've forgotten her answer. Captain was fixing something in her house at the time, wearing a camo cap that he'd occasionally wear to keep his bald head safe from the scorching heat. The physique and the name had no business being together but he was Captain for all the time I had known him, even though eventually I would know his actual name.

Captain's notoriety was of two kinds. He was a hard man to catch hold of when you had a dysfunctional ceiling fan or a tube-light that suddenly wanted to be a disco one. He wasn't busy, per se. He was just uninterested being an electrician to the boring old families that resided in these apartments. I am sure if left with a sizable inheritance, he would have reduced it to ashes in a couple of years spending them on books and booze. The second thing he was notorious of was the ignominy of being a wife-beater. "He comes home drunk and starts scolding me, harassing me," was a perennial complaint. Counseling by the women-folk of the apartment – my mom included – did not really change him. By the time his son had come of age, the wife and son left him. That shattered him and while he seemed to have deserved it, it was unsettling to watch a frail man implode unto himself.

Much before those things happened though, I asked him with my schoolboy naivete if it was true that when people get drunk they have no idea what they're doing and end up harassing their wives and other people. Chuckled, and said, if someone gets that drunk, they'd vomit and pass out. All the other drunk-and-did-this is a pretense: if I weren't drunk, I'd get beaten black and blue. Being drunk is just an excuse. Appalling as it sounds now, he delivered it with such characteristic Goundamani-esque wit that I've remembered it all my life as a funny narration.

Captain was a very staunch supporter of the DMK party. There was a communist/trade-unionist living in the apartment and my mom was a talkative, politically-conscious, happy-to-debate person so our living room would occasionally be the staging ground of lively, humorous, but also very-pointed debates about politics. And it was in one of those moments that Captain declared no party was good and the one he chose to support was the least-bad. This logic is as old as the Greeks and even older perhaps, yes, but for a school-going teenager just being exposed to the vagaries of layman politics, the perspective seemed fresh and intelligent.

He was an inherently witty man, ready with an arsenal of situational comedy. The problem was that he'd manage to tickle himself with his wit in the most inappropriate of times. This one time he was supposed to fix the fan – heavy as it is, compounded by the fact that our man would've weighed no more than 50 kilos – and he cracked a joke that had me drop the tools (I was supposed to hand him when asked) on the table because I started laughing my lungs out. Contagious laughter happened and he started laughing with the fan precariously half-stuck on the hook from the ceiling, not yet fully screwed-in.

There was also this once when Captain and I discovered the wrath of a pigeon that was guarding its eggs that she had unfortunately laid in an empty house on the top-floor that Captain and I were set to clear-up. We didn't know that the pigeon had laid eggs in the house so we tried to shoo the bird away nonchalantly only to be met with a fierce attack that culminated in the bird deploying its weapons system – bird-shit ejecta. We came back with an umbrella but our attempts were completely thwarted. We had a good laugh about it the next day, but I'm sure the birds had a better laugh about it on the same day.

In restrospect, I think he might have found it disrespectful that a teenager no taller than himself was calling him by his moniker as the adults did, but if he did, he did not show it ever. Or maybe he did and I was just not smart enough to catch the cue. I'd occasionally split between Captain and his real name (or the way I'd use it – Gopal Uncle because in India, any man older was "uncle"). Interestingly, you could also place the people of the apartment on a timeline by the way they called him. The newer folks knew him as Captain but the OG residents (like my dad) would only address him as Gopal. On the rare occasions that they'd use "Captain", it was to add flavor to the funny anecdote they were sharing about him and his antics on any given day.

All our lives are peppered with interesting characters like Captain and it takes years to realize how deep an impression they've left in our psyche. The last I spoke to him – over a decade ago – he was managing a hostel on Nelson Manickam Road and was asking me about listing it online for greater visibility. I don't know if Gopal Uncle is alive for he seemed quite old even then but you can bet that if he is, he's just as witty and careless as he was when he was the quintessential "Captain" in the apartments and colonies of Choolaimedu.

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omg-imagine · 3 years

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Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Better Man. ( Taehyung x Oc)

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~ Its okay to want something to end and also be sad that its ending.

With infidelity, its never black and white.

There’s different kinds of infidelity and you can’t ever say which is worse. That depends entirely on the people involved and the values they hold dear. What may be a small indiscretion to someone, may well be an unforgivable act of betrayal to someone else.

And that’s fine. People aren’t one dimensional. We can’t all have the same perspective.

So infidelity is also never one dimensional.

Sometimes its a one night stand. Something done and forgotten. Discarded from the mind like the used condom in the motel room floor.

Sometimes its a dear friend who betrays you, your best friend who apparently always had a thing for your husband and felt perfectly fine making a move on him. That one stings . Because you lose two people. Two very important people at the same time.

Sometimes its a coworker, someone who stays by their side majority of the day. Who offers a sympathetic ear when your husband wants to relax.

Sometimes men just fall out of love and are too much of a coward to say it out loud, opting to cheat on you instead.

Sometimes, they are jealous, of your career, of your kid, or your friends. Too lazy to win your affection they go find satisfaction in some one else’s bed.

Sometimes it never even gets physical. Sometimes its just someone catfishing your husband or sending him nudes.

And sometimes, its an emotional connection. They actually fall deeply in love with someone else and I think, for most women, that would be the one that would sting the most.

With Taehyung, it had been a night of drinking. He had had one drink too many, had tumbled into bed with some trainee a decade younger and had broken our marriage vows.

Not really a very thought out or planned mistake. He hadn’t cheated with the intent to cheat. He had just been too drunk to know better.

So, why did I leave him?

Because it hadn’t been about the cheating.

It had been the drinking.

When we first met, Taehyung couldn’t hold his liquor. Not that it mattered because he didn’t like it all that much. Didn’t mind sipping juice when other’s nursed beers.

But as he grew older, as he grew more successful, he had started accepting drinks from producers and directors and fellow actors... Because, it was rude not to and Kim Taehyung was nothing if not the personification of politeness.

His tolerance hadn’t increased but his drinking had and that was a bad combo.

:”You need to stop doing this Tae. You can’t just come home black out drunk, every time you have an after party.... You’re going to hurt yourself or god forbid someone else... some day and I’m not going to sit here and wait for you to wreck your entire life over a stupid drink....”

It was a speech I had made way too many times. The words recycled and reframed, and rearranged to try and give them more weight , to help him realize how serious the issue was. To help him understand that what he was risking, it wasn’t just his reputation. It was his entire career, his life if he somehow got behind a wheel someday.

And Taehyung, who had won a bunch of Daesangs for his acting always convinced me that he understood what I was trying to say. That he understood the magnitude of my words and would heed them the next time.

So really, what people didn’t understand was that....

That evening, when he stood in front of me and said that he slept with another woman because he got drunk out of his mind, it wasn’t the sleeping with the girl that had bothered me. ( at least not that much. it hurt of course but it wasn’t that strong. it stemmed more from a place of “why didn’t you just ask someone to drive you home, you idiot.”.. rather than, “ how dare you sleep with another woman?” )

It was the got drunk out of my mind thing.

That was what I ended my marriage over.

That was it.

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The details were hashed out easily and I didn’t particularly protest or change anything. Taehyung suggested an equal division of assets and I quickly disagreed. I wasn’t exactly poor. I worked as the Head of Marketing in a successful conglomerate. I had no use for excessive amounts of money. After some debate we agreed on setting up a trust fund for Hoshi with the money. He could use it after he turned twenty five.

And then came the next part.

Compensation for physical / Mental Damage.

I felt like i was spiraling.

“None On my side. None.” Taehyung said quickly and I swallowed.

Ms Lee gave me an encouraging smile.

“You can be honest Mrs Kim. We’re trying to go for a clean break between the two of you without any resentment carrying over. So its best to be honest. If you feel you need recompense for any emotional distress or abuse Mr. Kim may have put you through, you’re free to tell me. I’ll make sure it goes into record.”

And this was why I hated the idea of getting divorce.

That entire dialogue had sounded so...so... terrible. So accusatory and ugly. It wasn’t at all the way I felt about my husband.

It was just hurt. Plain and simple hurt because he didn’t take me seriously. Because he didn’t think my words were worth listening to. It was hurt laced with fear because he was putting himself in danger with his reckless actions and I wanted him to stop. That’s all it was.

It was hurt.

Taehyung had hurt me but it wasn’t emotional distress. It sure as hell hadn’t been abuse.

“None for me either.” I said firmly, honest .

I glanced at my husband, trying to tell him that I wasn’t just saying it. That it was true. I really didn’t want him to pay me money for what had happened.

But, Taehyung wouldn’t meet my eyes.

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Taehyung signed over full custody of Hoshi with a smile.

“I trust you. “ He said quietly, penning his initials carefully on the document.

I nodded, feeling a little like drowning.

We had a very comfortable way of doing things as far as our son was concerned. Taehyung got Hoshi anytime he had time off and also on weekends.

With a very shifting schedule it was hard for Taehyung to pin down exact dates so we had long decided we would make things easier for each other. He would call me a day or so in advance and i would drop him off at Taehyung’s penthouse or the company. Special days like birthdays were always celebrated in a neutral place with both parties attending.

Hoshi loved it because it was a pleasant surprise for him, when his dad swooped in out of nowhere and took him off to amusement parks or arcades or swimming. He loved Taehyung .

So the visitation rights were easy to sketch out.

It was nothing new but to have it all put down on paper and initialed and notarized....it just felt invasive. Some judge somewhere would read all about how my marriage had crumbled to ashes and would pass judgment on me and that just felt odd.

Like airing your dirty laundry. Like letting strangers into your bedroom.

And the worst part was this : I felt myself getting upset , anytime Ms. Lee gave the slightest negative connotation to Taehyung’s actions or responsibilities. Anytime she tried to imply that he couldn’t be neglectful as a father, I wanted to jump right up and defend him. To tell her that he was a better father than the ones who lived 24/7 with their kids and didn’t know a damn thing about them.

That even as my husband, he had been so good to me. Had treated me like his best friend, his confidante, his lover. Had never shied away from showing me how much he loved me. Had been the best husband in the whole entire world.

And I hated myself for it.

What was wrong with me?

Why was I still so fiercely protective of him, I wondered. I hated the idea of him being criticized by anyone for any of it.

And it made feel like such a hypocrite because if he was so amazing, why on earth were we here??

Why on earth were we getting a divorce if Kim Taehyung was husband and father of the fucking Year?!!

Was I making a mistake? Had I made a mistake?

It confused me. These feelings that just refused to go away. I would never act on them because therein lay the path to misery but why were they still there?

This desperate clawing urge to make sure he came out of this whole debacle as a good guy. To make sure no one would brand him as a cheater . Because they would. When the divorce went public, they would dig things up and they would know.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten to this point where , I could somehow forget everything that was wrong, simply because I wanted to focus on what felt wrong....

Technically I should be happy.

Taehyung did something unpardonable ( for me, at the time. Now I wasn’t so sure. Now I felt like I could forgive him for it but he hadn’t asked for forgiveness. What he’d asked for was a divorce. ) and I left him. We were separated . And now finally we were getting a divorce.

Divorce meant we could finally get out of this no man’s land of uncertainty where we had hung for two whole years and move on, from each other and finally give a label to where we stood. Exes. We were exes. We were done. It was over.

Hadn’t I just yelled about him about how I liked labels?

And yet,

This entire divorce felt so wrong. So unnecessary.

And in a moment of clarity, as I watched Ms Lee read he whole thing over again for our benefit, I realized why it felt wrong.

It felt wrong because Taehyung was the one who wanted it.

Why did Taehyung want it? What had made him want to end it, officially?

Was he seeing someone else? Was he considering seeing someone else? Did he want to start enjoying the single lifestyle again?

Did he finally take a good long look at our marriage and found nothing worth salvaging anymore?

My head ached.

I couldn’t wait for the whole thing to be over. And yet my heart broke at the thought of it.

Ms Lee finally gathered up all the documents and gave us a wide smile.

“I wish every client I had was this reasonable. You two are a delight .” she shook her head. “ Should we get a drink to celebrate a day well spent?”

I opened my mouth to accept when Taehyung said, “ Sure, but it would have to be a juice for me. I don’t drink.”

I felt my heart take a swoop, nosediving to my knees.

I stared at him, stunned speechless.

“Haven’t had a drink in two years Mia. I’m done with that shit.” He said softly.

I swallowed.

“I didn’t know that.” I felt miserable all of a sudden, the weight of what we had just done pressing down on my heart like a 200 pound stone,

His gaze held mine.

“There’s a lot you don’t know.”

We stood staring at each other in silence and Ms. Lee cleared her throat.

“Uh... I just got a text from my next client. Maybe raincheck on the drinks? “

I nodded , watching her leave. Thank you i wanted to say, but for what?

For ending my marriage of eight fucking years?

And how ridiculous that very thought was. ..... She hadn’t ended our marriage, I had.

“I have the next two days off.” He said casually.

“You can pick Hoshi up from my mom’s place. I need to head back to the office.” I muttered, choking a little on tears that had sprung out of nowhere. .

“Hey.” his fingers closed over my wrists tugging me gently and I let myself get pulled into his arms. I hugged him, feeling my tears soak through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” I choked out.

He stroked the back of my head gently.

“Me too. “ He pressed a kiss to my hair and it only made me feel worse.

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Author’s Note : Tae is 35, OC is 32

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 3 years

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Ooooooooo what’s Next Door Nephew

>:D!!!!! <33333333333

RED SON FIC MWAH HAHAHAHAHA Inspired by this post!

So basically he dips. Packs up and runs away. He grabs his ship, everything he needs and just runs. Cause he's given up hope that his parents will ever truly care about him like they once did. (This idea was before the special so canon divergence yet again, before DBK starts being a semi-decent parent) And the place he goes...

Well, there's one spot in the whole of the world that they wouldn't dare comes, even if they saw him as a traitor for it.

So off to Flowerfruit mountain he goes, to live in the volcano's surrounding it.

And Wukong gets a neighbour. And cause DBK was a bro of his, he views the kid as his nephew and so they just kinda... live nearby and bond after a while.

Bonus points: is Red Son also gets redemption arc in that and starts spending time with Noodle Boy and his fam. Probably starting out with seeing him during his training hours with Monkey King.

Snippet!

Despite what others might say, Red Son was not a coward for running. He wasn’t even technically running, just… taking a break. Yeah, taking a break in an out of the way location where his parents wouldn’t, couldn’t, come after him. No one was brave, or stupid enough to go where he was going. He wasn’t sure which of the two categories he fell into for daring to do so; probably a third category labeled: insane, or perhaps, suicidal, since it was basically a death wish, but the main point was that his parents would not be coming after him, even if they wanted to.

Not that he thought they wanted to. Their relationship was nearly non-existent at this point; it had taken him a long time to admit that, and even longer to do something about it, having been clinging to the thought that maybe things would improve once his father was back, but that hadn’t been the case.

Now his only issue was whether or not the Monkey King would kill him for daring to set foot near his home.

In hindsight, maybe he really was insane.

Standing on the shore of the ring of volcanoes that surround Flowerfruit Mountain, he was having serious second thoughts. The whole, surrounded by water thing was certainly a contributor to that, but it was mostly because he could literally see the mountain where Sun Wukong lived, which meant, with his true sight, the Monkey King could see him too; a terrifying thought.

He really did have a death wish.

There wasn’t anywhere else he could really go though. They didn’t have the best history, but this was the only place he could think of that his parents wouldn’t possibly follow, so he could only hope that the Monkey King would just ignore him, and tolerate his presence for the time being, until he figured out what else he was going to do.

He’d considered taking refuge with Noodle Boy and his peasant friends, but that idea had, oddly enough, been more intimidating than facing down the actual Great Sage. They’d offered him a place time and time again, and he’d refused every time, so here he was instead. It probably wouldn’t have worked out anyways, he would have been too easy to find, and there wasn’t any guarantee they would have accepted his presence in the first place after so many battles and betrayals. (Past experience suggested they would. They were much too open and trusting like that.)

Though, again, second thoughts.

He brushed off some of the soot that had started clinging to his clothes and walked away from the water, leaving his small, one-man, jet where it was, parked on the… well, you couldn’t exactly call it a beach, it was just a bunch of hard, black rocks and ash.

He hadn’t brought much with him, didn’t need much as a demon, though he was going to miss his workshop. He could work on salvaging things from it later, maybe after hiding out for a couple hundred years. Though there was no real guarantee on it remaining untouched for that long. Ugh.

His plan was not flawless, okay? He’d been a little rushed, when he left.

Whatever. He’d figure it out tomorrow.

If he lived that long, that is.

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❓ Is Undertaker an affectionate guy? I feel like he is, but I've seen some ppl say they wouldnt rather have him not be, since he should be the bad guy... tbh he is pretty complicated, while on the surface he is laughing and expects jokes, on the inside i think he might be rlly serious/stoic but also emotional at times, yk? He's such an enigma

❓ for a general Kuro question

He’s one of the most (if not the most) complex characters in the series, and that’s a huge part of why I’m so drawn to him. Creepy, funny, cold, even cruel....

But affectionate, loving, and caring... when he’s in a situation that calls for it, and we do already have examples in the manga... even when he’s not supposed to be showing it, and when it just comes across as creepy, even aggressive. Let’s look at these scenes through the eyes of him being Cedric K. Ros—.

Here are the examples I can think of:

He touches our earl’s face and offers him biscuits. It’s a grandfatherly thing to do, but given the fact our earl doesn’t know, it just comes off as super creepy. It’s supposed to be creepy to the reader, too... at first.

He grabs our earl by the necktie and gives him a stern (albeit vague) warning about wearing the watchdog “collar” for the queen. The fan translation I saw online ages ago left out the negative. Undertaker hopes the earl doesn’t get choked by that collar. It’s still weird and aggressive... but Sebastian doesn’t even try to stop him. And it comes from a place of love and care; he just doesn’t want to reveal his true identity... yet.

He keeps saying the earl can come visit him anytime. Again, it comes across as creepy, but it’s really just grandpa saying he wishes his kids/grandkids would visit more often.

He cries while looking at an old photo of Vincent and talking about how horribly he died. How there’s nothing left but ashes. This is the grief of a father who lost his son. But Diedrich doesn’t know this, so it’s puzzling... and a little bit frightening.

In a flashback, ch131, he plays the “Who, meee?” thing when young Mr. Pitt asks him to hold the drapery to help stage a photo of the twins. But he’s their grandfather, so it’s perfectly legit for him to fill a role like this. I talked about that not long ago in a post about the Victorian photography practice called “Hidden Mother”. Again, he’s trying to hide his identity, but he loves being involved with his family. So, he enjoys getting to do this.

He announces to our earl, Sebastian, and others present at the time that he doesn’t want to lose anymore Phantomhives. No, he refuses to say (then) why they are important to him. But the next time you see him in another scene, he’s calling Frances/Francis Midford by “Lady Phantomhive”. This is proof that he still considers her a Phantomhive, regardless of her marriage, and he doesn’t want to lose her, either. She wasn’t present to hear his talk about not wanting to lose the Phantomhives, and neither was Alexis... but the reader sure was!

After he calls her “Lady Phantomhive”, she makes small talk that he hasn’t changed in roughly four years... to which he replies neither has she. Then he adds that it seems, to him, she was born just a moment ago. It’s not just that the passing of time is different for him. Sure, thirty-some-odd years is nothing to him, but he’s being very specific in mentioning her birth. He recalls it. It means something to him. He does love his daughter, it’s just that she is so much like him. I don’t think he worries about her as much as his descendants who take more after Cloudia/Claudia.

That’s all I can think of atm, but there’s a lot there!

If he’s not Cedric, then none of this really makes any sense.

So... he’s got to be....

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pkmn-thenextgeneration · 2 years

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hey I love reading your posts, can you tell us more about the AshPaulMay children? sorry if you have talked about them before I'm still new here

Hi!!! Hi!! Sorry, I was at work all day ;; unfortunately very busy today ;; thank you for your patience!!

Ash, Paul and May have 7 children together!! :D

Paulus Jr.

Aleksander

Cesaire

Tatianna

Roxanne

Niklaus

Convallaria

Paul is a very serious boy, very very serious. He’s a violinist, and he’s very good at it. (He started playing when he was 4!) He usually keeps to himself mostly, he’s a lot like his dad in that he enjoys peace and quiet, especially when he’s practicing. When he’s not playing, he’s a very skilled trainer! His type specialty is Poison and his ace is a Salazzle! And despite growing up in a big family, he’s not very good with kids but he does enjoy them! :) He also discovers that he’s an Aura user when he’s like 13 or so!

Aleks is more carefree, he has less pressure on him since he’s not the eldest (but Paul still holds them to expectations!) A real bubbly, dreamer type! He’s an artist, he likes painting mostly!! He enjoys traveling and does commissions to fund his journey! He had a crazy weird dream of a place he’s never seen before- that isn’t even on a map- that he’s searching to find so he can finish his painting of it! Sometimes though, he can get a bit obsessed and won’t eat or sleep until he’s finished a piece!

Cesaire is the third eldest! He’s a very shy boy with dreams of being an Archeologist like his grandpa Brandon! He enjoys hockey, puzzles and music! (He plays guitar!) He’s traveling with Princess Davina, Dawn’s daughter!

Tatianna is the first daughter of the bunch! She’s a Ghost type trainer! She’s very sweet and wants to one day be an Elite Four Member! She’s a bit of a romantic, Tatia loves older movies and has a bit of an obsession with horror movies and all things macabre. Tatia is a quiet, proper girl who is very headstrong and kind with a very big heart!! She’s going to be the new Anistar City Gym Leader!

Roxanne (Roxie) is May’s daughter with Drew, but she’s adopted by Paul (who wants her to have HIS last name because he’s LIKE THAT. He takes being her father VERY seriously.) Her goal is to become a famous actor like her idol Diantha and revive Hollywood, Kanto back to it’s “Glory Days.” Roxie loves sweets and attention, she enjoys spending time with her family but traveling is her true love. A bit on the soft side, Roxie is very kind and a bit of a pushover like her mother once was. She’s also very shy and oftentimes has a fear of leaving the house. She has a genetic disorder that kept her from going on her journey for a few years.

Niklaus… is a hurricane…. The final son of Ash, Paul and May his goal is to become a Top Coordinator and Kalos’ first Kalos King. Nik loves fun, danger and pop music. He enjoys being the life of the group and does his best to always be positive. Nik is charismatic, magnetic and genuinely sweet enough to rot teeth, but when he bites, he bites hard.

Convallaria “Valla” is.. she’s their last and final daughter, she’s born when Nik is 11 (which causes him to throw a fit wkdhdkjd.) She’s a very dedicated trainer, and is the most like her father (Paul). She’s an extremely talented trainer with no plans to make friends on her way to the top. Though, understand her rough, tiny, bitter little exterior, she’s a sweetheart and loves her family. :3

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otterskin · 3 years

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Dumb Details From the Loki Trailer I noticed but then got too serious about

First - apparently it’s not a trailer, so I guess we’ll get ‘Trailer 1′ later? ‘Exclusive Clip’ hardly seems accurate, but hey, I’m not Disney’s marketing division. I wouldn’t live in a shoebox if I was.

Dumb detail no. 1:

Owen Wilson’s jacket is...weird. Look closely.

And another shot:

Yeah...his jacket has a ‘reversed collar’. It’s a cut-out rather than cloth folding on top. Huh. What a strange design choice. What could it mean?

I’ve no idea, but that I watched the trailer enough times to notice this should concern you.

Detail No. 2

In this scene, we see what we can presume to be President Loki’s ‘Throne’. Notice the candy-canes. This is a Santa Claus throne, presumably from some mall Santa. This whole place might be in a mall, judging by the stuff in it.

But the Loki in this shot is not President Loki. Notice that he’s wearing brown pants, a thin brown tie, and the beige shirt he’s seen wearing in other parts of the trailer after he's apparently joined the TVA. President Loki wears black pants, a green vest and a wide green tie with a golden clip that resembles Loki’s little chevron he always has (more on that later).

So it would seem that Loki might meet President Loki here. President Loki might even be addressing him at the end of the trailer. It’s possible that his minions turn on him because there’s two Lokis and they don’t know which is the ‘imposter’.

Speaking of, there’s a minion with bicycle handlebars grafted to a football helmet here, likely meant to resemble Loki. I dig it. There’s also cans of food scattered among the rubbish here. Makes sense that food production is non-existent since everyone has resorted to wearing license plates and spoons. Love how tattered the whole aesthetic is.

This reminds me of the opening Michael Waldron’s script ‘Worst Guy of All Time’, which featured a similar post-apocalyptic setting after the ‘worst guy’ ruins everything and makes himself king of the ashes. That’s likely what’s happened here, but I hope that Loki isn’t anything like Logan Paul, who was the inspiration for that title character.

Ah, the mysterious female character watching a meteor shower WAY TOO CLOSE UP. But my eyes are drawn to one thing...

What is that oblong object with a shiny handle? Could it be...

A sword? I do love swords. Did you know there’s a bunch of pictures of me in the stock photos for ‘Fencing?’ That’s my cred for loving swords.

I suspect that this female character will be an amalgamation of Amora (shudder) and Sylvie and an alternate Loki of some kind. This sword is currently in her possession, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it or another timeline version of it becomes the Loki Show’s Loki′s weapon.

Loki has lacked a ‘weapon of his own’ in the MCU for quite some time. I mean, yes, he has his little knives, but they are many and disposable and something he chose for himself, rather than the two legendary weapons wielded by Odin and Thor, Gungnir and Mjolnir. In fact, throughout his appearances, Loki has seemed to want such a thing of his own - he briefly had Gungnir, and then the Gungnir-like scepter, and even tried to lift Mjolnir.

One might ask why Odin would’ve overlooked such an obvious show of favouritism. Why give Thor a storied weapon and leave Loki empty-handed? Heck, even Hela had the Necroblade.

In Thor 1, we might’ve assumed that the Casket of Ancient Winters was perhaps intended one day to be given to Loki, as it is shown with Mjolnir in the Vault and thus connected to it and the children who would inherit it. But in the comics, Odin did have another weapon of storied history put away for his second son: Gram the Sword.

It was locked for eons by Odin in a special vault which required five keys to be opened, and it was meant to be for Loki if he be worthy.[2] The five keys were infused by Odin with the powers of "journeys", "endurance", "secrets", "new beginnings", and "brotherhood", respectively.[3]

The sword, like everything else in comics, has a complicated history full of take-backs and twists, but let’s just leave it at ‘it’s a representation of Loki’s worthiness and belonging in the trifecta with Odin and Thor as a King of Asgard’. It gives him ‘equality’.

In the original mythology, it’s wielded by Sigurd to kill the dragon Fafnir, and the only relation it has to Loki is that Loki is partially responsible for Fafnir existing in the first place (my username is nod to this myth by the by. Sorry Ottär.) But hey, maybe that means we’re getting a dragon? The Fafnir would be very cool.

Or it could just be a bit of rebar in this mining quarry.

Then again...it appears somewhere else...

It’s easier to see in motion, but that’s a sword swinging on this person’s back.

So the hooded figure is this lady...shall we call her Amylkie? Does that mean she’s the antagonist of this show? Well...maybe, but I suspect the true antagonist is foreshadowed here -

So, what’s going on here? A young girl (Young Amylkie? Some other TVA prisoner that the guard is watching over? An oracle, A Norn, or a kid who wandered off from the tour group in a basilica somewhere?) She’s giving Mobius M. Mobius a...piece of chocolate. Maybe he saw a Dementor, I dunno. I suspect it’ll be a MacGuffin of some kind later. He looks pretty concerned here, which contrasts with his ‘another day at the office’ blaséness when dealing with Loki. But of course this is the eye-catcher:

So, Norse Mythology. It’s been Christiannized. You can thank Snorri Sturluson for that, but you can google all about him later. Let’s just say that he made many Norse figures into equivalents for Christian ones. Baldur is Jesus, pure and a sacrificial lamb who dies for a greater good. And the devil is...Loki. Something the Marvel comics and the MCU have continued.

Here we have a devil, dressed in green and with a distinct shape on his chest:

Hmmm...wait...I know that weird horny shape...

Ah. I’d say that cinches it. This is meant to be Loki. If you look at the devil’s hair, it also resembles Loki’s, being shoulder-length and black.

So, what’s devil-Loki doing? Laying an egg? Trying out a foot massager? For a second I thought it was a moon, but we see the moon over his left shoulder, amongst the stars. Which means this is - probably the Earth.

...Dammit; I live there.

So Earth is barren and being devoured by flames, likely caused by this Loki sitting atop of it (in a throne, no less). Aw gee, things look pretty bad, don’t they?

But wait - what’s that? Under the Earth (and, possibly, under the earth)?

It’s a plant. A shoot, to be exact.

Back to Ragnarok for a second. Ragnarok isn’t the apocalypse (something we see a lot of in this trailer - all of it seems to be exploring the end of days). Ragnarok is the fire meant to wipe out the old and fertilize the ground for the new. And after the gods have died, what happens? Well, Baldur emerges from Hel, one of the only surviving gods (hmm, seems him dying worked out, didn’t it?). He’s joined by Líf and Lífþrasir, who are the new first man and woman, who’s names mean ‘Life’ and who are pictured, usually, with plants and new life. It is they who are tasked who growing a new Yggdrasil after the destruction of the old. The previous first man and woman are Ask and Embla, meaning Ash Tree and Vine/Elm tree, so there’s a theme there.

So a new sprout, possibly a tree, growing out of the destruction of the old.

This fits with Loki’s role as understood in mythology. He checks the arrogance of the gods, including when they tried to achieve immortality (sorry, Baldur, nothing personal), and that keeps the gods at their best. After Loki is imprisoned, the gods become weak, unhelpful and foolish, and Yggdrasil starts to rot. Eventually Loki escapes and returns along with Surtur (who also resembles this figure) to burn it all to the ground. This is also referenced in Thor:Ragnarok, with Loki releasing Surtur in the Vault, a place of thematic importance to Loki and one that represents the hidden secrets and sins of Asgard). You could say Ragnarok continued into Infinity War, where Loki played an important part in aiding Thanos’ destruction, giving up the stone to protect his brother and essentially dooming the rest of the universe - but also ultimately leading to its salvation, even if, like Myth Loki, he wasn’t around to see it.

So, we see Amylkie literally start a fire in the trailer -

- in fact, this whole trailer is awash in flame -

It’s fire, fire everywhere and she’s setting them!

It’s possible Amylkie’s our big bad, but I think there’s a chance she’s either a red herring, or, much like how Loki ‘worked’ with Thanos in The Avengers, she is the pawn of a greater foe -

- a Loki bent on destruction, for some reason or other. The TVA is obviously aware that this is the case, and it seems like they might be trying to ‘fight fire with fire’ by enlisting one Loki to combat another. The villain could be President Loki, since there's evidence of 2 Lokis in that scene - or maybe that's one of many Lokis, and the Big Bad Loki is being played by Hugh Grant as Old Loki. In any case, it would appear that Loki will be coming face-to-face with the worst versions of himself, and many of them. And, if I’m right about this scene:

...Loki will likely eventually discover that even his ‘good’ timeline ended in the destruction of his people and home, plus his own gruesome and torturous death. Although I think the TVA will keep that from him, and just show him the happy parts in an effort to inspire ‘good behaviour’. Until Loki inevitably discovers the rest of how that timeline played out and realize he’s been lied to. I don’t imagine he’ll take that very well...

Damn, even our ‘hero’ Loki is burning stuff down! Does this mean that Loki is doomed, always meant to be an avatar of death and toasty destruction?

Well...let’s go back to that stained glass.

Hmmm...wait...I know that weird horny shape...

And there’s something else...the bottom of the Earth is being lit up, and not by fire. Light appears to be coming off this little plant.

What colour is this plant again? That’s right, green. Green is the colour of new life and growth and change and...hang on, I’ve heard that before, too...

Hang on hang on HANG ON... let me have a look at the shape again.

That’s...a letter. An L? For Loki? Like in the title sequence?

Wait...no, a different letter. An older letter. After all, Loki is old Norse. How do you spell his name in that again?

ᛚᛟᚲ ᛁ -

And ENHANCE on that third letter!

This, my friends, is a Kenaz/Kaunaz, or what would become 'K' in our alphabet. It is also known as the 'Loki Rune' (and the Ulcer Rune, for some reason. I suspect Odin understands why). It’s used to spell his name, but is also used on his own to represent him. Heck, it's even his Superman 'S' in the comics:

Runes are more than letters - they are symbols for concepts. So what else does it mean?

Primarly, it means ‘torch’.

And also ‘knowledge’ (ken). As well as ‘growth, change, the search for truth, decay, arrogance, elitism, feminine, kinship and creativity.’

...Okay, that’s a lot, but you have to admit it fits.

More specifically, it means ‘Mastery of the Fire’. As in, someone who has learned to tame fire so that it is helpful, not harmful. To bring light and, symbolically, knowledge.

There’s another way Loki’s been associated with fire - in the Wagner Ring Cycle, Das Rheingold, the opera that inspired much the Thor films’ aesthetic and certainly their helmets, Loki is called ‘Loge’, which means ‘Fire’. He’s usually dressed to match, too -

Many trickster figures are associated with fire. They are usually called ‘Fire-bringers’ - See: Raven, Lucifer, Prometheus, etc. They are often complex figures with a foot in different worlds, but who nonetheless help mankind with the gift of ‘fire’ - although they usually pay for it, and tend to be self-destructive.

(Side note. Lucifer means light-bringer, which is what luciferase is named after. Because it glows. Which is helpful in labs. In case someone needed to know that.)

Moving from a destructive fire-starter to a fire-bringer seems like a great character arc for Loki to take, especially given his rehabilitation in pop culture, the comics, and even wider culture. Loki has gone from being seen as an evil, deviant, destructive character to one who’s seen as a patron of the arts and creativity, of stories rather than lies. Heck, some scholars of Norse Mythology even posit that he’s the closet thing to a protagonist Norse Mythology has, so I guess that backfired, Snorri!). Being dressed in green and with the sprout clearly also being stylized after his Kaunaz, there’s foreshadowing that he’ll be capable of growing good things even out of ashes.

So, to sum up: Being ‘Satan’ sounds pretty bad, but with a little letter re-arranging like we see in the title sequence, you can be...

...practically a saint. Maybe even a saviour.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

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Omg would love to read something about plague!will going apeshit in battle after Nico gets hurt or something

ooooh yes!!! thank you for the prompt!!

i hope you like this!

i’m literally gonna do minimum editing lmao

okay literally whoops i made it a lot longer and the prompt starts later my bad asljkfskljfd sorry anon

tw for descriptive imagery & blood

It’s a normal night at Camp Half-Blood, with demigods in their respective cabins, sleeping either fitfully or dreamlessly. After all, there is no in-between for demigods.

And that is no different for Will, who tosses and turns in his bed, sweat prickling his forehead.

Visions of Tartarus flicker across his dreams, memories of monsters and heat and pure agony. The aches and pains from previous injuries return in their full heat, with no mercy for Will.

The dreams consume him, taking away any consciousness and tying him to the memories. Sometimes it takes fifteen minutes to wake Will up at all, even if he’s being shaken. And when he is shaken awake, he merely stares at the ceiling, a blank, glassy look in his eyes. Sometimes he stays there until afternoon. Sometimes he’s in his cabin until the evening.

He’s in there until he can convince himself that nothing’s going to risk his life the moment he steps outside.

Tonight is one of those lucky moments where Will doesn’t have to be literally thrown around the bed in order to wake him up. A tug creeps on his shoulder, pulling harder and harder, until he jolts awake. Darkness consumes his cabin, spilling all across the room. For a moment, he swears a shadow moves near the bathroom, and he screams and pushes his back against the wall, heart racing.

And then a voice, deep and calming, melts in his ears. “It’s okay,” the voice murmurs. “You’re okay. It’s just me.”

Will’s head whips to the voice, blood roaring in his ears. Monster, some part of him thinks. Monster is trying to sound like my friends.

A demigod stands before him, dressed in black, melting with the darkness. Anxiety creeps over his neck, an icy cold grip on his body. Monster, he thinks again. What if it’s a monster that can shape-shift?

Will pushes himself further, his breathing ragged. The demigod lookalike leans back a little, as if to give him space. They turn their head to the side and mutter something to someone else, but with the utter panic bursting through his body, he can barely hear them.

Then another figure appears before him, this one shorter and more feminine. A part of Will thinks it’s just another monster, but his vision’s clearing now; the panic that gripped him just seconds before eases back a little. He recognizes them. He knows he does.

“Will,” the feminine figure murmurs, leaning in. “Hey, listen. I’m not a monster. Your favorite song when you were younger was ‘Barbie Girl.’“

Suspicion still crawls over Will, but he’s more stable now. The feminine figure is... Kayla. His sister. Right.

And the one standing next to her is... Nico? What are they doing here?

Will sits up a little straighter, feeling a little surer in himself. He looks between the two, confused. He opens his mouth to speak, but his throat is dry from the panic that enveloped him just moments ago. Will clears his throat. His voice comes out scratchy as he asks, “What’s wrong? Why are you guys awake?”

Nico nods to Kayla, who turns around and flicks on the light. Brightness consumes the cabin, burning Will’s eyes. The son of Apollo groans and shoves his head in his hands. Another bout of uneasiness creeps through his skin. Why are they awake at such a late time?

“Listen,” Nico says, taking Will’s hand in theirs. “I don’t want to freak you out-”

“Just by saying that, you’re pretty much guaranteeing that I’m going to freak out.”

“I know,” Nico mutters. “But you need to be awake. And we need to get out of the cabin.”

Will blinks. Nico’s words are blending together, slurring through Will’s brain. What are they even saying? He looks around the room, seeing if any of the others are awake. A jolt of unease wakes Will right up as he realizes that, in fact, all of his siblings are awake. “What’s going on?”

Nico rises, hand pulling on Will’s. “There’s a chimera loose on the camp grounds. It snuck in somehow." Their arm tugs, and Will rises immediately, almost as if just by Nico’s strength he’s found the will to stand up.

Dread settles over Will like a blanket. The cabin may be covered in light now, but he feels as though only darkness consumes him. Monster, his mind screams.

Nico appears to notice Will’s nervousness, because their eyes soften and they whisper, “You can just stay in the infirmary, Will. I don’t know if you’re in any mental condition to fight.”

Will wants to argue, say that of course he’s going to fight. He more than proved to Nico that he’s not weak when they were in Tartarus, and Nico knows that Will can be more than just a healer.

But Will also knows why Nico’s suggesting that to him. It isn’t because he’s unimportant or useless; it’s because he’s exhausted. He hasn’t had a good sleep in weeks. And he’s just now awoken with dreams about monsters. Battling a monster would do nothing good for him, or for the camp.

Swallowing, Will nods. He looks over at his siblings, who he’s suddenly realized have all been watching him and Nico. After a slight hesitation, he announces: “I’ll help in the ways I can.”

~~~

It’s chilly in the infirmary, the cold air whispering against Will’s bare hands, but he doesn’t mind. It wakes him up, makes him feel a little more alive.

Austin and Kayla are in the infirmary with him, waiting to patch up any demigods who’ve been hurt by the chimera. Will will admit, even though he hates being thought of as just a healer, he doesn’t mind the sense of calm bandaging cuts gives him. It’s not about helping people; it’s about the fact that at least he feels helpful.

A part of him yearns to be outside and help the other demigods attack the chimera at the hill, but he knows he can’t. Every time the chimera roars, ice drips over Will’s back; terror paralyzes him. He only thinks of Tartarus, of all the monsters who had tried sneaking on him and Nico so many times.

For the moment, things seem manageable here in the infirmary. There haven’t been many lethal or super serious injuries; only cuts, bruises, and the occasional poisonous gashes. Nothing he and his siblings can’t handle.

And yet, uneasiness still grips him, the sense that something terrible is about to happen. He tries to shake it off. It’s only a chimera, he reminds himself. And there are literally fifty demigods going after it. It’ll be fine.

His worse fears come true when the doors of the infirmary burst open and a demigod comes through, holding a pale, limp figure in his arms.

It takes a moment for the image to register in Will’s brain. At first, the only thought to run through his mind is: Wow, that half-dead demigod looks familiar.

When he realizes why the demigod looks so familiar, Will gasps. It’s Nico, he thinks with horror. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Fear glues him to his spot by the sink, his knees shaking. The cynical, depressing part of Will already assumes the worst: that he’s dead.

And then, all at once, he zips towards Nico, tears threatening to spill over. He pushes the other demigod aside and circles his arms around Nico, lowering them to their knees.

“Nico,” he whispers urgently, shaking their shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Nico mutters something incomprehensible, their words slurring together. Their head slumps against Will’s shoulder, body limp. Will takes his hand and places it over Nico’s forehead, almost crying out loud when he realizes how warm the child of Hades is.

Kayla and Austin rush over with a stretcher, their young faces betraying anxiety. Will gently lays Nico over it, his throat aching with the repression of frustrated tears. “Nico, can you say something? What happened?”

This time, Nico’s voice is a little more comprehensible, albeit still slurred. “Chim’ra,” they mutter. “Ven’m. Tried t’ fight it with sword.” They attempt to move their body and immediately give up, grimacing and hissing. Nico’s face turns gray, the color of ashes.

Will notices the slash on their black T-shirt and the blood oozing out. He quickly lifts the shirt up, discovering a wide gash over Nico’s rib cage. The skin at the edge of the injury is tinged to a slightly green color.

For a second, Will almost loses it. He starts assuming the worst of it, thinking that Nico’s lost it all. But then he remembers: it’s only a gash. The cut may be deep and wide, but there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to fix it. Nico seems worse off than other demigods who came in with the same poison, but if they can get to work quickly, then there’s no reason as to why he should start assuming the worst.

White hot anger erupts in Will’s system, blaring in his stomach and chest. The Chimera did this. It hurt Nico.

Will has had enough of monsters. They chased him and Nico throughout Tartarus, making sure to haunt both their dreams. They’ve taunted him, making sure to ensure doubt and insecurities in himself all his life. They almost killed him and his mother when he first arrived at camp. He’s had friends and siblings die because of monsters who never gave a fuck about demigods and their lives.

And now they’ve decided to mess with Will again, trying to hurt one of the people he loves most.

Well, Will’s done.

He turns his eyes away from Nico momentarily, staring at his hands. He knows exactly what he needs to do.

“It’s okay,” he promises Nico, who’s skin sags even more under the pressure of pain. “It’s not too bad. Kayla and Austin will be able to fix you up.”

Nico doesn’t answer, too exhausted to do so. Kayla and Austin fix Will with the same confused expression. “Aren’t you helping?” Kayla asks, bending over to take one end of the stretcher. Austin holds the other side.

Will shakes his head, standing. He grits his teeth, staring in the direction of the door. “I have something else to take care of.”

Austin’s eyes widen in concern. “Will, no. There is no way you’re going out there to fight that thing.”

Kayla opens her mouth to agree, but Will snaps his head back to them. “I’m going,” he states. He glares his eyes at them, mouth set into a thin line. Will almost relishes the sudden look of fear in their faces. “I’m head counselor, guys. I’m supposed to protect you guys.” Turning his face back to the infirmary doors, he announces, “That’s what I’m going to do.”

With that, he storms out of the infirmary. No one follows.

~~~

The winter air snaps at his skin, sinking its teeth into his hands. Will flexes his fingers, anger still seething, pulsing, gushing from every inch of his body. No one hurts his loved ones like that.

He follows the cries of battle and screeches of the monster to Half-Blood Hill, calling on his rage. If the monster wants a battle, then Will will give him one.

It’s been a while since Will’s used his plague powers. The last time was in Tartarus, and when he used them there, he almost passed out. He hasn’t trained with it at all, afraid of how much damage it could cause. What if he accidentally hurts a demigod?

But tonight, as the wind whips across his face and the image of Nico flashes across his brain, he lets the powers pulse, strengthen. His powers hum, resonating through every cell in his body.

His palms burst with a feverish warmth, turning a pale green. He feels the weight of thousands of sicknesses swirling through him, the power they hold. He’s finds the feeling of the plague powers quite strange; it’s like having a sickness, but only inverted. As if he can’t quite feel the symptoms, but he can feel the strength of the problems they can cause. Instead of wearing him down, they only empower him. He controls the sicknesses, can lash them out to whoever he wants.

Heads turn to Will as he steps over the summit of the hill, eyes widening at his sudden change of appearance. Now the heat reaches his face, hot and wild and etching to let loose. He’s a ball of energy, only existing to unleash chaos.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the shield of one of the demigods, and almost screams. He can barely recognize himself. His face has turned a pale, ugly shade of green, his freckles barely visible. The sky blue of his eyes have turned a sickly, glowy yellow, the only vibrancy on his face. The blond of his hair has turned as gray as ashes, limp against his forehead.

He looks sick and terrible. But really, Will only feels the buzz of power underneath his fingertips. He almost laughs; this feels great. Why would he want to repress this so much? Imagine all the monsters he could kill. Imagine the glory he could get. He would never be looked as weak ever again.

Demigods eyes trace over him, but as soon as he makes eye contact, they jump and scramble away. Will wants to laugh at that. For so long, he’s felt like some kind of scared, useless wimp; now he’s making others feel like that.

No, a quiet part of him says. That’s not right. Stop thinking like that.

Guilt starts building up in Will’s chest, but when a roar echoes throughout the camp, anger once against consumes the demigod. He bares his teeth towards the Chimera, whose lion head growls at him, ready to pounce. Its goat, snake, and lion heads all stare at Will daringly, as if taunting him. What are you going to do, Sunny Boy? Going to kill me with silly little poems?

Will just laughs. “What’s the matter, kitty? Are we scaring you?”

This time the goat answers, bleating angrily. Will almost wants to laugh again, but then the goat breathes a blazing hot fire in the son of Apollo’s direction, almost searing off his clothes.

Will scowls. He speaks again, and just barely registers the change in his voice; it’s raspier, the sound of something brushing against sandpaper. “So you want to play it hard, Kitty? We’ll play it hard.”

The snake tail hisses and spits venom in Will’s direction, but he simply steps back and lets it sizzle on the ground. That was just a test, Will knows. It’s simply measuring how much hell Will is ready to give him.

Well, he thinks, if you want hell, I’ll give you it.

He lets the plague’s strength build up in his palms, locating the power in one place. Will concentrates on just the sicknesses, the energy buzzing through him. His body buzzes with electricity and excitement. Will’s skin turns an even worse shade of green, practically glowing in the night. Mucus builds up in his nose, and he steps towards the Chimera, extending his right arm.

He waits for it to go first.

The lion head roars again, and the monster leaps at Will. But he’s ready for it. Just as it lands towards Will, the blond opens his palm to it.

For a moment, it seems as if nothing is happening. The demigods see nothing, no waves or signals to indicate that Will’s doing something. He looks almost ridiculous, really, and some demigods may have laughed if they weren’t so terrified of the way Will’s appearance has changed.

Will, however, knows a lot is happening. His body surges with power, strength, the urge to only provide sickness. He wants to see the monster fall, weak with illness and begging for death. He wants to see it asking for mercy, and Will will respond only with more torture, more pain.

He wants to make it beg for Tartarus.

The monster seems confused for a moment, surprised by the strange demigod. What does he even think he’s doing, standing there with his arm outstretched so uselessly and lamely?

And then it hits the Chimera. Its body grows heavy, weak, wanting only to sit and lie down for a while. It sways on its feet and thumps to the ground, feeling dizzy and confused. Its vision gets blurry; it can barely tell where the demigods are. Only the glow of the strange demigod is clear to the monster, and for a moment it forgets what it’s even supposed to be doing.

Its mind gets fuzzy. The itch of a sneeze consumes its nose, and then the scratch of its throat makes it wheeze. The Chimera wants to eat this demigod - but, wait. Suddenly the thought of food doesn’t seem too appetizing.

It just wants to sleep for a while. Its body grows weary, tired, hot from fever. It shivers in the night, its fur doing nothing to protect it in the coolness of the night. The Chimera tries to blow a fire, if only to heat itself, but finds itself too weak to do such a thing.

And then a strange tickle bursts in its leg. The snake head looks at the limb, and a delayed shock shudders through the Chimera’s body. It’s disintegrating! Not into sand, as all monsters go. Instead, it’s as if the sickness is breaking down all its cells, ripping apart each molecule in the body until there’s nothing left.

Will feels the power ripple through him, and suddenly he can’t help the laughter that bubbles through him. He’s made the monster weak; he’s made the monster helpless. It whimpers, begging for mercy, just as Will wanted.

Will doesn’t relent. He pushes further, extending his powers, breaking the monster down further and further, until it’s left with only the lion head.

The lion’s eyes peer at Will, glazed over with sickness. Its face is green, which Will didn’t know could happen. Or maybe I made it happen, Will thinks with both elation and terror.

Will glares, anger once against taking over him. “You hurt Nico. Now I hurt you.”

And with that, the monster’s head disintegrates. The remnants turn into sand. The monster is gone.

Will wants to smile, to laugh, to say that he did that all by himself. But his vision goes blurry, then foggy. The world tilts violently.

Will collapses.

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