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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #its a combination 'oh my god i've been cloned too i know how violating that feels holy fuck' empathy and also the horror of finding out tha #the things you knew about yourself that you thought were unchanging was all WRONG.#its the fact that tragedy is always one step away from comedy. they're twins for a reason. the humor of finding out you're a clone through #a silly school project and the *horror* of finding out you're a clone from a silly school project instead of a proper conversation #danny goes into his room after he's done talking to his parents and he vomits into the garbage can under his desk. utterly horrified #and he calls sam and tucker crying. it shouldn't change anything he knows this and yet it changes EVERYTHING. he doesn't feel like himself #he doesnt feel like himself any*more.* this might be cause for him to do a closet overhaul. something to make himself feel like he's #in control of himself again. piercings. temporary hair dye. *something* to feel like he's in control.#its no wonder why he never wants to tell bruce wayne he exists because he *knows* how violating that feels and he's *afraid.*#it makes him takinh in damian a little more remarkable bc it undoubtedly made #his identity issues worse. but thats a child and a child who needs help and danny is *kind*

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wolven91 · 14 days

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Slight of Hand

Taurians are impressive to behold.

The males move like they float, never even so much as ruffling the silks they wore. Their ability to handle any situation, speak on a wide variety of topics, all the while being cool, calm and collected.

It *was* impressive.

The females were impressive by a whole different nature.

As tall as the tallest human, as strong as the strongest human. They were the very embodiment of 'macho'.

There was a ritual the females did that shocked any human who heard of it. Despite the females horns having the sensation of touch, those that wished to prove themselves, would dip their horns into a variety of molten metals.

Some would go gold for the looks, some would go silver or even steel. The hues might be varied, but it was the resistance to the pain that impressed any taurian who saw them.

A taurian with coated horns, was not one to trifle with.

Not all taurians could brag that however. That was only a small fraction of the population that chose to follow through, but all female taurians were impressed and fantasised what it would be like to survive the torture and walk away a true 'alpha'.

Marues was not one that ever believed she could get her horns dipped. Her pain threshold was very low and did not consider dipping even close to what she would want.

An ear piercing, however, was.

"Aw it's going to *hurt*!" She moaned, pacing back and forth.

The human merely held the piercing gun in one hand while she observed the, rather large, stud in between two fingers.

"Only for a moment Maru, now come on. Sit down."

It was weird to see a taurian nervous. They were huge creatures, still small compared to an ursidain, but when the shortest female taurian was as big as Shaquille O'Neil? It was a odd concept to think they'd panic at the idea of an ear piercing.

"But it'll hurt!" Exclaimed Marues, holding her hands over her large ears.

"For a second, come on, sit down so we can look. I won't do it, I want to see how it works and where you want it."

The taurian complied, but made a point of saying 'only to look'.

The human touched various points on the taurian's ear before one section along the bottom was chosen. It was the thinnest section possible, but the stud would look good.

At least Marues had taste.

"Alright, I'm going to count down." Explained the human as she punched a hole through the taurian's ear, clamping the stud into place without hesitation.

The taurian closed her eyes and braced as the human stood up and went to wipe the puncher down, cleaning the needle.

"Like 3, 2, 1, go or or or 3, 2, go?" Asked the taurian, peeking one eye to watch the human clean the gun.

"Mm, I usually countdown from 10. Really get the nerves going." Grinned the human, placing the gun down and retrieving a mirror.

"What?! You're so mean! Don't do that!" Demanded Marues. She'd come to the human because *normally* they were kind! At least Marues knew the human wouldn't tell anyone how much of a weakling Marues was being about this.

"Alright, alright. How about... I fit it when you're not paying attention?"

The taurian leveled a glare at the human, who was holding the hand held mirror out to the larger alien.

"Har har. Can we get on with it? I'm freaking out!"

"Just check that I've got the spot right in the mirror."

The taurian looked at the mirror, then back to the human.

"Yeah, that's right. Let's do it!"

"Cool. Tadaa. Done."

The taurian frowned, before looking down.

Looking back up.

Looking down and turning her head to see her ear more clearly.

She even gingerly touched it, wincing a fraction.

Marues looked up, blinking, her muzzle-like mouth working but no words coming out. The human merely grinned and gave a wink before walking to the kitchen to get a drink.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #taurian #cow

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atlasscrumpit · 7 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Reader Angst

(Warnings, kidnapping, abuse. Miguel is the hero for a change)

You felt a finger run down the side of your face as you smiled softly and opened your eyes, expecting to see you husband.

But, when you saw a complete stranger you scream and tried to get away, only to find you were restrained to a bed.

You looked around seeing you weren't in your apartment anymore and your eyes landed on a strange brunette man.

"Who the fuck are you!? Where am I!?" You demanded as he chuckled softly, completly unbothered by your fear.

"Oh, come now. Don't be like that, it's unattractive for a lady to be so loud." He replied as you grit your teeth together and glared at him.

"I will rip your eyes out, tell me where the fuck I am." You demanded as he leant forward and touched your cheek again.

"You're in your new home, sweetheart. You see I was a friend of your lovely husband, well friend is a stretch. More like an interdimensional being that was his worst enemy... But, I got my body back and realised I couldn't live a normal life because thanks to your husband everyone knows what I've done." He said as his hand reached up and gripped your throat.

You looked at him in fear and tried to break free.

"I was just going to kill you, but then I realised it might be nice to have a sweet little thing like you around." He said as you looked at him in disgust.

"So, you fucking kidnapped me so I can play fucking house with you? Is that it, you sick bastard?" You growled before he slapped you across the face.

An image of your father doing the same flashed through your mind as you gasped and looked away from him.

"It's not him..." You whispered to yourself before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Do I have a crazy thing on my hands?" He asked with a sick smile plastered on his face.

You acted quickly and tried to bite his finger, but he quickly backed away.

He slapped you again and you groaned in pain.

"He'll find me, and he'll fucking kill you." You said as he chuckled and leaned forward and forced you to kiss him, you groaned and tried to fight against him.

"You'll make a lovely little housewife for me."

Miguel stared out the window with his phone in his hand, breathing heavily.

"Boss, I got something." A familiar voice said as he quickly looked at his phone.

"What is it Lyla? Did you find her?" Miguel asked, fearing the worst.

Suddenly a video played and he saw Jonathan Ohnn, his eyes widened when he saw you laying in his bed unconscious.

Miguel's anger took over and he puncher a hole through the wall.

The video played, Jonathan ranted on about revenge but Miguel didn't care he just wanted you back.

"Fucking track everything you can from this video!"

You laid in bed trying your best to not cry, it had been a week and you hadn't seen your husband.

Your mind slowly losing hope, reacting how it had learnt to from all of the trauma.

You heard the front door open and waited for the bedroom door to open where Jonathan stood with a bag of food and some coffee.

"I got you some breakfast, my love." He said as you slowly sat up, he came over and unlocked the restraint around your ankle.

"Now, what do you say my lovely girl?" He asked, running his finger down your cheek.

"Thank you, husband." You muttered making him smile.

"That's my good girl." He said, you did your best to hide your disgust knowing it would end in a beating.

The only way you could get through it was to pretend it was Miguel in front of you.

You missed him so much.

You sat across from Jonathan at the dining table and ate the breakfast he had got for you.

"So, I was thinking. Since you've been my lovely wife for a week now. We don't we consummate this marriage, my love?" He asked as you stopped eating and stared down at your food.

"No..." You whispered as his face fell and he glared at you.

"I don't think you meant to say that, Y/N." He warned as you looked at him.

"I'm not having sex with you!" You screamed, throwing your food at him and running towards the door.

He quickly grabbed you and pinned you against the wall.

"You're such a fucking brat!" He shouted before the door came crashing down.

You saw Miguel and cried out in happiness and fear.

"Miguel!" You screamed as you broke free and ran for him.

You jumped into his arms and he hugged you before quickly putting you behind him.

"You fucking sick bastard. I'm going to make you pay." He growled as you backed away.

You thought for a moment and remember Jonathan had a gun in his office.

Whilst Miguel and Jonathan began fighting you ran to his office and smashed open the locked draw, grabbing the gun and running back out.

"Enough!" You screamed as they both stopped and stared at you.

"Now, come on love. Put that down, you don't want to hurt me do you?" He asked as you glared at him.

"Oh, I really really do want to hurt you." You growled before firing the gun at his crotch.

He fell down screaming and bleeding before you threw the gun and ran to Miguel again.

He picked you up in his arms and you wrapped your legs around him, sobbing your eyes out.

"Oh, baby. I've got you, I've got you. Baby, I love you so fucking much and I want nothing more than to take you home but I need to deal with this piece of shit. Run home as fast as you can lock the doors, okay? Can you do that, baby?" He asked as you nodded and hugged him tightly one last time before running out the door.

After two hours you heard the door open and grabbed a knife.

"It's just me, love." Miguel said as you began to cry again.

He came up and hugged you as you cried and he slowly took the knife away from you.

He placed it on the counter and held you tightly.

"He took my ring... My wedding ring." You whispered crying softly as Miguel held you.

"It's okay, baby. I'll get you a new one, I promise." He whispered, tears forming in his eyes too.

For a while you both just stood there, Miguel holding you while you cried, he never wanted to let you go.

"I've got you, baby."

#Miguel #Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Angst #The spot #Jonathan ohnn #Spiderverse #Atsv

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n3on-graveston3s-calling · 2 months

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I haven't seen this talked about much on here so let me be clear:

No one has permission to save my works, print them out, and SELL THEM. On any site. Whatsoever.

I get it. You want to keep your favorite fanfic. Download it to your laptop/desktop, print it out, get a hole puncher, and slam it in a binder.

Buy YOURSELF a book binding kit. Tada, new hobby & now all your fav fics are in books that YOU MADE.

Do NOT. DO FUCKING NOT. BUY. FANFICTION. THAT IS BEING SOLD. ON SITES LIKE ETSY OR AMAZON. *DO NOT FUCKING DO THAT*.

1: it's fucking illegal

2: it can get US, THE AUTHORS, SUED. I know a lot of folks are too young to remember the fear that Anne Rice spread by SUING FANFICTION AUTHORS- but it's a real thing, it can get us in DEEP SHIT.

3: From what I've seen, it's not even the authors themselves who are selling their work, but greedy motherfuckers who have decided that they want to step into the publishing atmosphere in the most illegal fashion possible.

Writers are pulling beloved fics from fic hosting sites because of this. Fics that have been around for Y E A R S. Being pulled because some folks want to spoil the fun for everyone.

If you are on etsy or Amazon & you see these posts of sellers trying to sell bound fanfiction to you, report it. I don't care. Report it. Because it's a direct threat to fanfiction ITSELF and a threat for fic hosting sites like ao3, wattpad, fanfiction.net, tumblr.

Please. P l e a s e. Don't buy this. I promise you, downloading your fav fic is a much better way to go. Back in the day, we'd just download & print our fics & slam them in 3 ring binders and call it a day.

Don't purchase bound fanfiction from Etsy or Amazon.

#important #fanfiction #writers of tumblr #writing tumblr #fanfiction writers #please dont buy this shit okay.

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uummyuu · 11 months

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im probably not the first to request this but could you do invincible united headcanons? 🫣🫣

invincible united headcanons

unironically you are the first request, so here's me going off about men who should probably be in jail but aren't for plot convenience :))

in other teams' headcanons i call them family/fandom of space nerds but these guys? nah, they only tolerate each other because they keep each other out of jail (or at least vince does).

honestly vince probably just has some sort of mafia like underground connections to keep these guys out of jail, moreover how he even got dooma OUT in the first place.

the only (somewhat) sensible guy i can see in the team is automatic but even he's kinda pushing it. like bro what kinda rage do you hold inside you to be able to throw that hard??? he and dooma are easily the guys who could actually murder someone and get away with it.

dooma's definitely a wall puncher, like his wall has several fucking holes in it from the times he goes into rages. (the team have literally learned to cage this man in his room when he's angry, barrackading the windows included, one time he escaped through them and god—)

dooma's probably taking anger management somewhere but hell it ain't working all that well, his therapist probably needs a fucking therapist.

anyways onto dingaan my sweetie <33, he's just so head empty but loyal in a misguided puppy kinda way i can't help but be endeared to him. but also the way skarra keeps bringing him into his shit is so funny because bro you KNOW dingaan of all people ain't qualified to operate a freaking crane are you insane.

i hope dingaan's happy honestly he deserves it. (probably knows skarra is kinda using him as a placeholder for his long broken friendship with shakes which bums him out a bit but he wants to be there for skarra no matter what).

anyways onto skarra, considering he's the antagonist of the show i don't really have too much of an opinion on him?? probably laments his relationship with shakes (platonically or romantically take your pick) but he's too deep into the schtick of hating him he can't get out of it now. he sees no way out for himself or even a method of how to return things to the way they used to be between them.

oh but i felt pretty bad for him in rookie season when he failed to pass for supa strikas just cause he wasn't ready to die for a couple of people he'd just met. like i dunno i thought he was reasonable for that even though the show kinda pictures it in a "he deserved it after sabotaging shakes" kinda way. alternate universe where both he AND shakes get into supa strikas where they can slowly patch up their friendship and develop a healthy relationship when?

anyways invincible united tried to hold a game night once. keyword tried. they were not invincible, nor united.

dingaan wanted to play monopoly of all games and uh, yeah. didn't end well dooma smashed the gameboard in half when he kept having to pay skarra rent. also landed in jail way too many times. they learned not to do that again, but in the first place they were never really a buddy-buddy type of team.

some players just see it as a job while the others see it as a way to flaunt themselves and prove their skill to the world. football isn't really a dream to this team, more of just a way to show off while making money.

honestly no shame there, whatever works for them and they're clearly skilled enough to have this sort of mindset. but the so-called "beautiful game" is more of a hollow reality to them. get up, practice, play football, win. do whatever it takes.

#supa strikas #supa strikas headcanons #invincible united #skarra #dooma #dingaan (my precious)#honestly these guys r just some kinda criminal sitcom waiting to happen #they're silly tho i like them #hehe #myu writes 🌸

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Take me home (Pierre Gasly)

Y/N's been needing to feel what is like to be at home and luckily for her, Pierre seems to be the one to allow her to build a roof over his heart

Note: english is not my first language, here is some Pierre content that I wrote after hearing a song I haven’t heard in ages and it made me think of this immediately. I tried to depict a reality I got to know over the past few weeks and I hope I treated it respectfully as I know that is obviously bigger than anything I could have tried to write here. Also, I feel like this is a shitty piece but I am way to insistent apparently

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: living away from family

"Pierre, they're going to need you downstairs in 10 minutes to check if your seat is okay!", you called for the driver inside his room in the hospitality since one of the mechanics had asked for the favour given that you were going upstairs anyway, "Since when do you do these call-ups? Usually Fabiana is the one ordering me about. Wait, is this finally you succumbing into my charms?", he said as he opened the door, catching you still in the corridor. The french man had no issue flirting openly with you, he never had from the first moment he noticed in the preseason new staff introduction meeting where he sat next to you and had already asked for your number so you could grab dinner together. And much to his disappointment, you had politely denied every single advance he had made in the last year. "Marc asked me to do it, so I'm being a nice colleague", you explained, not missing the smirk on his lips, "and you could be so nice to me too", he said, "I am nice to you, since when am I not nice?", you glared playfully, having had different variations of the same conversation many times before, "you are, but it would be even better if you finally accepted my dinner invitation", he said, earning a shake from your head before you made your way into your office.

Pierre was back from his media duties when he found you sorting papers into files in the engineers' room, your focused expression capturing him like always. It was the way your was always up in a ponytail to prevent your hair hindering you in the eyes, making him see all of your features perfectly, your moles, the scars on your face, the crease between your eyebrows whenever you didn't understand something or the crinkles on your eyes when someone said something funny and your smile got the biggest and most beautiful he had ever seen. "Sorry, do you need the room? I won't be long, if you can wait", you asked when you noticed you weren't alone, "No, no, I was just looking for John because he said we'd meet up to talk about the race but he's not here yet apparently", he said as he sat in one of the chairs next to you, "Congratulations on P8, by the way", you said softly, stapling some sheets together before looking for the hole puncher in the middle of the mess on the table. Grabbing the gadget for you, Pierre handed it, "Here", he smiled, "and thanks, with everything that happened around this weekend, it was definitely a positive to extract from it", he replied before he heard John get inside the room, patting Pierre's back before placing his hand confortingly on your shoulder, "Do you need help, Y/N?", he asked, "No, this is the last one for now. I can't do the rest before we get moving tomorrow, by the way, you didn't confirm yet if you're coming with the rest of the travelling crew...?", you forwarded, closing the binder and grabbing the other two you had done, "I can't, I have a medical appointment but I'll meet you on day two, hopefully", he said before you nodded and excused yourself, Pierre failing to hide his confusion and endearment as you walked out of the room. "What are you thinking so much about, Pierre?", John asked, "the team are leaving already today?", he asked, knowing how much preparation a race involved but also knowing they would have two weeks in-between the next race weekend, "early tomorrow. Despite having more time to dot it, they need someone to supervise and make sure everything gets there without any issues", he replied, noticing the AlphaTauri driver was still not processing the whole information, "and Y/N is the one doing that. Not alone, but she is a big part of the department that ensures that", he explained the full thing. "So, she doesn't go and see her family and friends all that often then?", he asked, having talked to a good part of the staff that made sure himself and Yuki could race in the best conditions possible every weekend, hearing many FaceTime stories from parents and their children and partners or the quick visits they could pay eachother, "Yeah, she's probably the one who sees them the least, they can't come to many races because they have their own jobs and she barely had time to go too, especially after the pandemic and all. I think she saw them last four weeks ago, maybe", he said, knowing you wouldn't mind him sharing that and noticing Pierre's genuine concern about it.

You were celebrating the team's results on that weekend when you felt Pierre's hand on your back, "cheers to this weekend!", he said as he clinked his glass with your, you both taking a sip as you looked into eachother's eyes, "you don't want to be inside?", you asked, wondering why he had followed you to the balcony area of the get together that had been thrown because of the results he was partly responsible for, "No. I noticed you were having a hard time today and I came to check up on you", he forwarded, now wanting to seem too nosy but wondering if you maybe wanted a shoulder to cry on. Feeling your eyes get filled with tears, you looked up to the sky so you could hold them back somehow, "are you just being nice or can I actually open my soul?", you asked, figuring that if he really was all in like he said he was, this would be a good starting point, seeing him nod for you to proceed, "I haven't seen my parents in a while, same with my friends. And today is also marks two years that I have applied for this job and I love it so much, and it's silly because everyone here is my family, but sometimes is hard to feel at home. I don't want to sound ungrateful, because AlphaTauri are my second family but yeah, it gets hard", you whispered, tears running freely now as you felt Pierre's thumbs wipe your cheeks. "You're not ungrateful because you miss your family, your home. Everyone here is working so hard week in and week out and you barely have time for everything", he mused, smiling a sad smile when he noticed your breathing wad back to normal and you had leaned into his touch, "it's just an accumulation I guess, tomorrow I'll be fine but today it really hit me I think", you said as you allowed your body to lean completely on his, your head landing on his shoulder.

When the music died down and everyone started leaving, Pierre grabbed your hand and got the both of you up, "Thank you Pierre, for staying with me. I know you didn't have to do that but that was very kind of you", the man smiling soflty at you, "for you, I'll do whatever I need to prove to you I'm serious with this", he said as his other hand gestured to the area between your bodies.

You were sitting in the factory's meal area for your (very late) lunch break when you heard someone get inside the room, "I'm sure that it is lunchtime somewhere in the world", Pyry said as he walked inside, noticing Pierre was right behind him, grabbing some food for themselves and sitting next to you, "touché, hm?", you replied back. Chuckling, the personal trainer started digging in his food, while Pierre did the same with his, "In my defense, I was up late last night so I got in later this morning and I was only hungry for lunch now", you replied. Engaging in light conversation about the upcoming weekend, Pyry had to take a phonecall outside, leaving you and Pierre alone in the table, "By the way you have been declining my invites, I'm going to count this as a date", he said as he took a sip of his water. Earning you a eyeroll, Pierre forwarded, "what is it going to take for you to finally say yes?", he tempted you, and how would you argue now? He had been amazing those last two weeks, he was asking if you were okay just the right amount of times, taking some of his day to talk to you and help in anything he could (albeit not much because his skills go beyond bookings and shipping managements) and overall just being a nice company. "What about tomorrow afternoon? I'm free then", you said, surprising him with a bolder than usual move from your part, "really?", he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "surprise me, Gasly", you winked before you left.

"So we're going to the lake?", you asked, holding Pierre's hand since you had left his car and he grabbed it while you walked a bit further so you could get ice-cream together, "I figured you wouldn't be swept away by fancy dinners and you always mention this lake near your grandparent's house so I assumed you would like it here", he smiled. After getting you both ice-cream, the driver led you both to one of the bench by the lake, the little duckies and their mama duck giving the whole scene a calming and comforting aura, "How do you deal with it all?", you asked, "The distance I mean", specifying what you were talking about, "it gets a little bit easier when you start feeling comfortable with it, comfortable-ish anyway. But it takes a lot to get to that point, it did to me at least. Switching teams and everything is always challenging but along the way you find people who can make it feel like home to you", he smiled, latching your hand back in his as he rubbed his thumb over your skin.

You were sat in the hotel room's balcony late that night, looking at the stars while you tried to make sense of your thoughts and feelings. Your family had visited today and despite being hard to say goodbye to them, you felt recharged in spite of the feelings of longing in your body. You really liked Pierre, and you had to admit his latest actions had swept you off of your feet, but at what cost? One day he might just figure that the life you lead, despite being somewhat similar to his, it would never work and you'd be giving yourself to someone who would ditch you again.

You had a good voice for singing, and although you never wanted to do anything with it, music always helped you manage your feelings and so, assuming no one would hear you, you sang soflty and quietly to the setting sun.

Take me home

I sometimes wonder what I'm doing here

It's been a long time since I've been lost

I don't know myself as well as I thought

Take me home

And let them finish the party

Kiss my face, my hands, my forehead

Let me see if the world comes crashing down

Take me home

Let's walk through this city

And see that home is a person

And that we both fit there

"Don't get scared, but I had my window open and I couldn't sleep so I came to see whose beautiful voice was that", you heard a French accented voice say from the balcony next to yours, Pierre's bed head popping over the glass door that separated the areas, "May I?", he asked, his hand already on the handle that allowed to transform the balconies into a connecting one, grabbing his chair and sitting next to you, "you have a very beautiful voice, why did I not know that?", he started. Looking at him to see his eyes glued to yours, you sighed, "thank you. I know I have been a bit harsh with you", you said, earning a genuine confused look on his face, "How come?", leaving you to smile slightly, "I have been setting my foot down, and not let you in. And maybe it's stupid, maybe it's everything coming at me all at once, but I can't loose a friendship like yours and I can't risk it if it's not for sure", you explained, Pierre's face showing he was now understanding where you were going. Thinking it was nor or never, he grabbed your hand in his, "At first, I just wanted to get to know who the new girl was but you quickly turned my world upside down. And it's hard for you not having a ground yet, but I'll allow you to build a roof over my heart, I've allowed it already", he chuckled, "I know you don't think this has what it takes to go forward but I'll show you if you'll allow me". Getting closer to him, his hand grabbed your cheek while you looked at eachother's lips, flickering to the eyes before you leaned in, lips finally crashing together, "let me make a home for you, be a home for you", he whispered before kissing your cheek, your hands and your forehead, the happy sigh you released informing him you were just enjoying this as much as he was.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly fluff #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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aroseformyself · 1 year

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Rent.

Summary: getting thrown out of your apartment for late bills while in LA, possibly the best place people come to get laid, isn’t what you had in mind, but a freaky twist comes into play when your “friend” Jack Howl reveals that someone has been staring at you for weeks. (yandere)

⚠️warnings; my English is horrible so possible mix of tense, horror?, implied stalking, implied nsfw/noncon, no magic, modern au, my first time writing an actually decent fic¿

readers sex not specified.

“It’s closing time already?” you question yourself, grabbing a ticket and placing it into the hole-puncher and sticking it to the wall. It’s your only way to clock out. It’s a little old-fashioned but it works and that’s all that matters.

“Finally I can get out of this greasy disaster.” you state, flipping the sign around to read closed outside.

You walk to a rack near the kitchen, throwing your apron and cap off and hanging it with the other employees.

When you turn around you see your “friend”, or more like companion, Jack, a strong but sensitive guy who works in the wreck of a fast-food place as well to support his younger siblings and basically entire family, not that it does much.

“It’s closing time already?” he has a deep husky voice that booms every time he speaks, no wonder all the girls have a crush on him.

“Yeah, you can go ahead and leave, I’ll clean up.” you stated as he clocked out.

He looked at you for a second, pondering his words, “No, no, I would hate to leave you here alone, and I’m sure you’re the same way,”

I don’t like how you’re right, Jack.

“if we both clean together we’ll get it done twice as fast and neither of us will have to stay later than needed.”

You sigh at his helpfulness, “Y’know you really should start thinking of yourself, Jack, but thank you anyway.” you say, grabbing the broom Jack had been cleaning the floor with earlier.

You start to sweep the dirty and mud-colored floor as Jack wiped down the counter, covered in grease, what looks like blood but is actually ketchup, salt from fries, and Karen’s tears.

Everyone has gone home for holiday break, but you and Jack were some of the few that worked here and actually had to, you couldn’t get another job because of low money and no interest in going to going to college, so here you were, stuck working in a fast-food joint, and all this as a 19-year-old. A 19-year-old who should be going out on Friday nights with friends, like Jack, and having fun, not working over-time just to pay bills that barely get by. Come to think of it, you don’t have enough money for your bills yet and you haven’t payed the landlord last week, you just hope they don’t throw you out.

And Jack doesn’t have it any better… You thought, Jack Howl, a guy who masks his insecurities with a tough exterior, a facade of strength. All to hide a sensitive guy who needs love, and a break. With him constantly taking care of his siblings because of gambling-addicted parents, and having to leave them because he can’t afford a babysitter, sometimes he’d even ask you to go over and watch them for a buck. But you always agreed without the money. For so long he’d have to deal with his parents coming home black-out drunk or just falling right on the door step, from getting too boozed up, of their small house. He’d drag them inside and let them puke their guts out and lay them down to sleep just so the cycle could continue. You genuinely felt bad for him, poor guy started doing odd jobs when he was just 11. And he’s only 16 right now.

“Hey, Jack.” you say after contemplating on your words for a while.

“Yeah, Y/n?” he asked, turning his head in your direction to see you looking at the floor while grinning wide.

“If your parents ever stop being black out drunk for a second and win, will you invite me over?” you finish with a little laugh too show you were joking.

He looked at you for a second before laughing, “Sure, Y/n, if I ever get rich from my parents addiction, you’d be the first I’d call.”

You both end the night laughing your asses off while making jokes that to anyone looking in are actually just based off miserable experiences.

But who’s going to stop you.

“Uhh, hey let me walk you home.” Jack said, trailing behind you.

“No, it’s fine, really. I can take care of myself, besides it’s just a little rain and you need to get back to your siblings, I bet my savings they’re waiting for you.” you comment quietly, strutting down the street in the direction of your apartment.

Jack looked uncomfortable for a second when you turn to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

“Uhm.. Don’t freak out or they’ll know,” he pauses before looking in the direction of a cafe, a ring of a bell signified that someone was leaving the place, “someone’s been watching you for a while… And they just left the cafe…”

Your heartbeat was suddenly in your throat and you felt your stomach churn, resisting the burning urge to turn your head around to see who this person is, “W-what? What do they look like?”

Jacks face twisted into confusion, “What are you scared of I’m with you, I won’t let them hurt you, and what do you plan to do if I describe them, keep track of them?” his sweat-dropped as soon as he finished his sentence, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound r-rude or anything!” he frantically waved his hands to show he was genuinely concerned for your well-being.

After a second he calmed down, “L-look. I’m just saying maybe you shouldn’t stay at you place tonight. I’ve seen the same person watching you about a week ago as well. Only I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t completely sure he was looking at you and I thought it could’ve been a coincidence.”

After you didn’t answer Jack stepped away a little, and the rain poured down on you reminding you of how you don’t want to go back to your cracked roof that lets the rain in without your consent.

“Okay.” you say, barely a whisper but Jack heard it.

Passing through the streets people, of all kinds where entering, and leaving the casino you work next to, you almost got swept up into the crowd, but Jack grabbed your hand and led your through without a single struggle.

When you got to his doorstep he reached for his key, abruptly, you yelled out, “Wait! I need to feed my cat; Grim! Oh no, I can’t jus leave him alone!!!” you panicked, running down the three steps and trying your best to run to your apartment without slipping on the wet ground.

Jack looked startled by your yell and spun around, “Y/n!” he shouted after you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back right after I get my cat!” you say, your cat, Grim, was a stray you picked up and got treated at the vet, ever since you two were inseparably except when you went to work.

The vets said that he had been abused judging by the fact that he was scared around everything and had little cuts on his legs. It was obvious that Grim had paranoia, he waited by the door everyday, waiting for you to get home.

You ran through the streets, shoving people out of the way, until you finally made it. A run-down building with lights from all around making it light up as if it were supposed to be angelic, but it wasn’t in the slightest.

You rush up the stairs and make it to your door, but freezes in the middle of the hallway when you hear a rough voice call out to you, “Y/n L/n.” you turn, painfully slow, and open your tightly closed eyes to see the landlord.

“Ah, Uh… Hey?” you say, sweat-dropping from your cheek, “Is there something I can do for you?” you say, smiling as best you can.

“Yes, Y/n. You can pay now.” your face dropped, the landlord noticed this and replied with, “Or you can leave and your place becomes someone else’s.”

“Sir… Can I have one more-” you try to start but the landlord can see where this is going and shuts you up quickly.

“Y/n, you are not allowed back here in a million years! Pack your bags and go far away!”

“But sir!”

“No! This is the third time you’ve been late and I can’t keep letting you go for not paying!” he yelled, making you flinch.

Your widened eyes revert back to their half closed glare, “Fine…” you cave, walking back to your door and opening it to see Grim laying down at you feet.

You step in once you are sure the landlords gone, herring his steps fade away. You slide down the now closed door, alerting Grim that your back with all the ruckus that went on outside, “Oh, Grim…” you sigh, petting his head as he purred against your thigh.

The next day you packed, not that you had much belongings to pack, “Let’s go Grim, we’re leaving.”

You see Grim tilt his head as if to ask ‘where are we going?’ even though he couldn’t speak.

“I don’t know where. We’ll figure it out, together.” you say, trying your best to grin at him, but even he can tell this is not good.

As you walk down the stairs you pass the landlord, and glare at him as he does the same to you.

“Goodebye, hellhole.” you whisper as you exit through the doors, so now you’re officially homeless and have a scrawny cat by your side.

Grim mewled against your thigh and started needing it for comfort as you sat down on a bench, scrolling through your phone contacts as your box felt heavy on you lap.

It was around midnight and you couldn’t bring yourself to go to Jack looking so foolish and in need of a new place to stay.

“Huh?” you question, missing the texts and calls from Jack as soon as you see a “new” contact name.

“Floyd Leech…?” your eyes widened, Floyd Leech, your ex-boyfriend, was still in your contacts, you remember the day you broke up with him vividly.

You were at his house and his parents were planning on moving to LA, but you weren’t really that invested nor did you want to try long-distance. You ended up breaking up with a heart-broken Floyd who let his anger out on a wall, and how did he do that? By punching holes in it of course.

He ended up running out and that was the last you ever saw of him.

You shook your head and went back to Jack, you realize it’s your best bet at living, messaging to him that you were fine, but you got kicked out and didn’t know what to do.

He replied back with saying he could let you stay at his place but just for a little. He couldn’t allow another person to stay at his place for so long because of his money struggle.

You agreed and told him you were at west park, he texted okay I’ll come get you. Now all you had to do is wait.

But it was hard to wait when someone was sitting right next to you obviously side-eyeing you, “god… Do you need somethin’?!” you yelled after so long of staying silent, but you couldn’t help it, it was just to uncomfortable.

The man looked started and visibly flinched when you yelled at him, his dirty blond hair falling in front of his face with blue eyes widening as he saw you glaring at him, “Please don’t hurt me! I was sent here by Leech!”

Leech… Oh fuck. You vaguely remember that Floyd and his twin brother, Jade, are the heirs to a mafia type-thing their parents run.

You feel the sky to start sprinkling down, “I-I’m really sorry about this!”

“Huh?-”

And with that everything turned black.

When you awoke you couldn’t tel what time it was where you were or what was going on but you feel something very soft and comfy all around you. A very cozy bed your were placed in.

You grab onto the pillow you sleeping on and bury your face in. Not bothering yourself with anything else at the moment.

Well that was until you heard a voice and your pillow vibrated, “Fufufu~ Awake, are we?” a very deep and raspy voice asked, a hand coming up to pet your head.

“Wha?-” you can barely make out the silhouette of your ex, while you look up. A stinging pain shoots through your head and you can feel your heartbeat.

You make a strangled groan and the hand pushes you back down, “Shhh. Rest now, the pain will be gone in the morning.” What? What pain? Why are you back? Where’s Grim? Why am I here? Floyd? Jack? Anyone? Is all you can think before sleep slowly takes you.

But you don’t miss the hand sliding down your body before you black out.

#Floyd leech #floyd x reader #Twisted wonderland #yandere #lemon0bear11 #Twst floyd #jade leech x reader #twst jade

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fuckyeaharthuriana · 2 years

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Create/Bind your own book

I decided to post this on my arthurian blog as I want to bind an actual book of arthurian texts (from Mary Jones´ translations), but this can be done with anything! My first attempt was actually AO3 fanfics, and my second one was an empty drawing notebook with watercolor pages.

This is the 101 How to bind your own book, extra easy version.

What you will need:

Glue for paper (like vynil glue) + a brush to spread the glue

Paper / printer book in booklet form

cardboard (I use amazon boxes I cut down)

a ruler

pencil

a printer

paper creaser / bone folder (not necessary, you can use a ruler too)

thread (waxed thread is probably the best one, but any thread that is hard to break would work)

scissors

awl (or anything that can make holes in paper)

needles (with a big hole, curved needle would be the best one)

a material to use as a cover. I use cotton fabric so I can add some embroidery to it

gauze if you have it, but not necessary

some weights and plastic sheets (I use other books as weight, and plastic wrap = this is just to not end up with glue everywhere)

What is the process (quick overlook of what you should do and in what order):

1) Print your book in booklet format, or prepare your pages (if you are making an empty notebook) (needed for this: printer, microsoft word or a pdf program, paper creaser)

2) Add holes to all your pages (needed for this: ruler, pencil, awl)

3) Sew the pages together and glue the book together (needed for this: needle, thread, scissors, brush, glue, plastic and the weights, gauze if you want)

4) Prepar the cover (needed for this: ruler, scissors, glue, fabric, pencil, weights, plastic)

5) add the book of the cover (needed for this: glue, plastic, scissors, plastic, weights)

the end!

Now let´s start:

1) PRINT THE BOOK + FOLD

If you are making an empty notebook, simply find a paper you like (ex. for watercolor I bought A4 300gr paper) and then bend each single page in half. To bend in half you can use a ruler to check where the half is, or simply fold the paper in half by aligning the borders. You can use the creaser to make a nice fold, here is how to use it (video).

If you want to print a book, you will have to print in booklet format. The easiest way to do that is using word and organizing your document before printing. This is the easiest way to do it (how to link). Remember to add page numbers to your document, it makes it so much easier to check that everything is being printed correctly.

Ideally, you want to organize your book in booklets of 8 pages, but it will also depend on how big your paper is. If you are printing pictures you might use very thick paper (so that the color cannot be seen on the other side). For a fanfic/text, I use 160 gsm paper.

What is a booklet? (link)

Once you have printed each booklet you will have to fold it. Pages in your booklet will go inside one another, so you will fold the first page, which will have page 1 and the last page of your booklet, and so on.

You can use the creaser to make a nice fold, here is how to use it (video).

The booklet will be sewed later in the middle.

Your book will be made of small booklets, all put together.

2) ADD HOLES

The location of the holes depend on the type of binding you want to do, so you might want to check point 3 before adding the holes! Still, the best way to add holes is a pointy metal rode/a hole puncher. The holes need to be small (big enough for a needle), and the best way is to put some foam under the opened booklets so that you don't scratch the table.

You will add holes to all booklets! Like this video shows.

3) SEWING

To sew the book together there are different type of sewing tecniques, I will bring examples of the one I use, as I found it to be the easiest. Also, you can use any needle and any resistant thread, but I prefer to use waxed thread (for bookbinding) and a curved needle. You can find the waxed thread and big curved needle in any bookbinding kit!

this shows the passages till this point plus sewing, it has no words, while this video instead describes and show the type of sewing that I also do.

4) GLUE

Press your book! Leave something heavy on it before the glue!

Any paper glue works great! You can use glue on the spine of the now sewed book (all your booklets put together) to reinforce it. You can also use some gauze (like medical gauze) to reinforce the spine, like this:

5) COVER

Now you will need to create a cover (if you want)! The easiest way is carboard and book cloth (here some examples on how to create book cloth, one here and one here).

Making the cover has always been the tricky part for me, so the best thing I can do is recommending this great video!

#book binding #how to book bind #arthurian feelings #books #tutorial #sort of

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 5 months

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well hello everyone. i did not in fact wake up at 9:30 and i was in fact late for my final presentation. it happens. i wasn’t presenting first but i’m worried about my groups grade now because i was the one who had the binder we needed to submit on time. i think he’s gonna deduct points for it being late but i hope he only does it to my grade and not theirs because can you imagine how much it would suck if your grade got deducted because your sleep deprived group member who was the only one with a hole puncher was late. i’d kill me. anyway so that was my morning it was terrible i did not do a good job on the presentation either i kept forgetting words. on the bright side if that person DID have a crush on me i imagine i’ve been so disappointing and stupid lately that’s crushed now. just part of the natural beth academic experience! anyway. i have to go paint my groups nails for our film premiere it’s gonna be sick unless it sucks. and then i’ll be killing myself. also my parents are coming. why is it soooo embarrassing for your parents to come see your short film. and then i have to write a whole essay. ew. oh my god ewwww what the fuck why did i put this off to the last minute…. well i did that because i had other stuff going on… anyway. whatever

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squirrels-are-sleeping · 2 years

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I really wanted to know about Ashton’s hammer, and 4-sided Dive has delivered, (aka turns out Sam Riegel is a great interviewer even on an absurd timer)

Taliesin: That hammer was made from the leftovers - it was made by Milo it was some of the leftover after they’d finished putting me together. It was just extra materials [cross talk] from my accident. The [big chunk of blue glass] is the same glass that’s in their head. It’s part of what got melted down in there.

Sam: Wait, but you were injured.

Taliesin: Yes.

Sam: You had a gaping hole in your head

Taliesin: [emphatically] YES

Sam: Milo said, “I know how to fix this…”

*Tal makes a face like “ehhhh”*

Sam: “…I’ll fill it with glass”

Taliesin: “Milo said, well… - Milo just kind of - there was a bunch of stuff that got put into there, magic stuff, and then liquid glass got poured in [to seal it]. And that was a chunk of glass that got left over from the main piece. They were like, “well, this all seems to be doing things and reacting, so now you’ve got a - I took these leftover bits and made you something, was basically the - ”

Sam: “Was it special glass? Are we allowed to know that?”

Taliesin: “I don’t think so. I don’t think anything that went in..”

Sam: “But it doesn’t break when you hit things with it”

Taliesin: “Yeah, it’s…”

Sam: “It’s tempered”

Taliesin: “It’s magic. It is magic. But who knows why or how, ‘cause none of this was supposed to work. So this is kind of, like, this is weird.”

Sam: “…What did Ashton use as a weapon before that?”

Taliesin: “I think they were honestly just a puncher. There’s a kind of like a chain knuckle thing that they have if you see in some of the - in the picture they’ve got rings. They were trying to kind of become a lockpick, they were doing sneaky 2nd story stuff so there wasn’t a lot of that [hammer gesture] before, but like - yeah, mostly whatever was around. Table legs.”

Laura: Woke up a brawler

Taliesin: Yeah. and then was just like - yeah, I was already kinda tough, and then I was like, well…

Liam: woke up angry

Taliesin: Yeah, woke up angry. Was already angry, woke up worse.

#we at ashton angst headquarters are feeling extremely normal #ashton greymoore #critical role #cr cast #4 sided dive #taliesin jaffe #sam riegel #laura bailey #liam o'brien

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she-karev · 1 month

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Prank War

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys so I decided to post more funny stories and I hope this makes you guys laugh, I always appreciate a like and reblog guys. The GIF above is Amber's outfit during her and Alex's workout.

Summary: Amber and Alex go boxing and after she and Kimmie get along and decide to prank someone together.

Words: 2175

The boxing gym on Union is empty due to it being 6 in the morning, the only people in here are me and Alex. He and I have been working nonstop with Shepherd and DeLuca to find a way to save Kimmie’s life after promising her and her grandma we would get the tumor out completely. It’s been two weeks and we’ve made more progress in breaking beakers than we have in destroying the tumor models inside.

Alex has been holed up in the lab for so long that I’m convinced he’ll be the new Scully, that’s what I call the human skeleton model we have in the lab. And yes I’ve also been inside the lab so long I’m naming inanimate objects like their people. Which is why I opted to get out of the lab last night and do boxing before coming in. I invited Alex, who refused at first until Amelia kicked him out seeing that he needed to rest. After a good nights rest I picked up Alex because he has a lot of frustration he needs to punch out before saving a life.

Now we’re in the middle of the empty boxing ring and I can see in Alex’s face this is not where he wants to be. He’s still complacent though as he’s standing as a punching bag holding up punching mitts he fitted himself with. I’m the puncher as I take a wide stance a few feet away from him and punch how he tells me to. I think he’s getting pleasure from me beating his hands due to how much he’s beating himself up over Kimmie.

“Jab, cross, jab, cross.” Alex commands and I follow flawlessly hitting the mitts he’s holding causing multiple thudding sounds to echo around the empty building. Apparently, it’s not enough because Alex looks more frustrated if that was possible, “Come on with actual meaning to it, fight like you’re in the ring come on!”

I narrow my eyes at him and punch his mitts again this time about 20 percent harder. I finish with a sharp breath and take my gloves off. I pick up my pink water bottle from the corner and face Alex. I decide to talk it out since he clearly needs to, “You know I invited you so you can work out your frustrations not goad me into beating you up.” I take a sip from my water bottle and offer it to him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Alex sighs and grabs the bottle doing a waterfall into his mouth before looking at me in torment, “What is there to talk about? I made a promise to a kid I would get her brain tumor out completely because I thought doing it without using a scalpel would get us into the contest.” I look at him in sympathy knowing how much he cares about Kimmie, “But now we don’t have any money, the equipment we have isn’t advanced enough for this and Shepherd is stumped so I am too and Kimmie is suffering because of it, because of me.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t put that tumor in her brain when she was 8.” I remind him but it doesn’t mend his frustration as he slaps the mitts together and gets back in position, “So we’re done talking about this?”

“Yep, talking about it isn’t gonna solve anything and you’re the one who invited me so this on you.”

I put my gloves back on, “I can see where I get my tendency to brood and punch my problems away from.”

“Come on jab, cross this time punch like your angry.”

“I always punch like I’m angry. Why do you think I got into this?”

Alex keeps holding position, “Well prove it come at me let’s go!” I narrow my eyes at him and do what he requests this time I punch with everything I have. It isn’t hard for me to get angry; I just have to imagine a moment of my childhood and the beast is unleashed pleasing Alex, “Good! Jab, cross, jab, cross.” He stops coaching me as I go so fast, I miss the mitt and instead hit the right side of his face with the last cross. He stumbles back and falls in the ring shocking me out of my boxing state.

“Oh my god!” I quickly take my gloves off and kneel down to check on him, “Alex talk to me are you okay?”

Alex groans and sits up before chuckling in delight, “Nice you really nailed it at the last cross.”

I look and see a bruise starting to form on his right eye and I immediately feel bad, “Oh god I am so sorry. I imagined punching you about a million times but now it’s not as satisfying as I hoped.”

Alex laughs at that, “Don’t worry it’s not the first time I got punched and if it makes you feel better you punched a lot harder than most of them. I think you punched the anger out of me so thanks for that.”

“I’m hoping that’s not a concussion making you say that stupid thing.” I stand up and get off the ring, “I’ll get you some ice.”

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After we got ready in our separate lounges and put our scrubs on Alex and I met at the nurse’s station on the peds floor so I could see the damage I did an hour ago. I look up from Kimmie’s chart to see him walk up to me holding an ice pack on his right eye. I put the tablet away and carefully took the ice pack away and see the purple mixed with yellow surrounding the eye socket.

Alex hisses as I feel around the eye for skull fracture, “There’s no bleeding around the cornea I don’t feel anything out of place, are you seeing double?”

“No, it doesn’t even hurt, I guess the gloves absorbed most of the shock after you sucker punched me for the second time.” Alex grins and I glare at him, “Come on I’m kidding.”

“I’m so glad we’re joking about this.” I say sarcastically, “Put some ice on it for the next 24 hours and-”

“I know what to do.” Alex interrupts, “You’re not the only one with an MD just the only one who breaks the do not harm oath.”

I pick up the tablet, “I didn’t hear you complain this much the last time I punched you and besides you were asking for it after going all Mickey Goldmill on me. Kimmie’s stable so far physically, the chemo is doing its work.”

“And emotionally?” Alex asks, worried.

I sigh, “She’s sleeping all hours of the day and she hasn’t smiled since we started.”

“And what about the research? Did you find anything that can help us get a leg up?”

We start walking down the hall to go to Kimmie’s room, “No but it’s only been a couple of week and you know it took Beethoven four years to write his symphony.”

“Our time frame isn’t that long.” Alex reminds me and Jo walks next to us.

“Hey guys.” We greet her back and she exclaims in shock, “Oh my god! What happened to your eye?!”

“Nothing it was just a little accident on his part alone.” I try to excuse myself but Alex turns to Jo and bluntly tells her the truth.

“My sister punched me in the face.” I smack his arm at the lack of context.

Jo groans more annoyed than angry, “Seriously, again? I thought you two made up.”

“We did.” The three of us take a left down the hall, “We made up so much I thought a boxing session would bond us even more but I can see the flaw in my logic on his face.”

Jo chuckles, “Wow you two are so related. I know it’s not my forte but maybe try something a little less violent for a family bonding experience like painting or yoga.”

I chuckle at the absurdity of us doing those mundane activities, “You don’t get killer bodies like ours with color me mine or yoga, trust me. Besides he needed an outlet for his anger.”

Jo nods solemnly, “I see your still pissed about the results, did April tell you why?”

“Limited test subject availability.” Alex repeats frustrated, “Kepner didn’t believe we’d get the kid’s parents to let us try this on them.”

“And now we’re reduced to subpar equipment that me and DeLuca stole from the U Dub engineering department.” I add.

“Who’s Kepner to judge?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she remembers as we stop outside Kimmie’s room watching her stare at the ceiling in despair after her chemo round, “Besides you know being the judge. You guys aren’t giving up on Kimmie though right?”

“Hell no. I’m not giving up.” Alex says determined looking at Kimmie saddened as well as me, “But she kinda looks like she might be.”

I inhale sharply to reign my emotions since peds is making me feel sad that this kid is getting worse and I can’t do anything about it, “I’m gonna replenish her fluids and see if we can get beakers in bulk, I’ll see you guys later.” I leave them outside and go in grinning at Kimmie who is closing her eyes trying to sleep, “Hey Kimmie, don’t let me bother you I’m just gonna give you more fluids.” I take her empty saline bag and throw it away when Roy walks in causing me to groan in disgust, “What do you want?”

“Easy Barbie.” Roy says with a smug grin, “I’m just here to see if you can switch your hours with me so I can assist in a bowel resection this afternoon, what do you say?”

“No.” I hang a full saline bag over the hook and attach it to Kimmie’s IV, “Now go bother someone else.”

“Come on can’t you just do me this one favor?” I scoff at him as he continues, “You owe me for your cousin punching me.”

“After you called her a stupid whore right in front of her.” I remind him.

“I said it behind her back I didn’t know she was there with you.” The more he speaks the more I want to punch him.

“That’s your apology?” I ask incredulous, “It’s okay to degrade my cousin as long as she’s not there to hear you say it? You are a walking cringe meme.”

Roy rolls his eyes unfazed, “Come on it’s not like you’re doing much up here, at least in the clinic you’re not tending to brats on their death bed.”

“You know she is right you are a walking cringe meme.” Roy’s eyes widen at Kimmie speaking to him after being convinced she was asleep.

Roy grins sheepishly and chuckles uneasily, “Um hey how’s it going kid?”

“I’m not a kid.” Kimmie tells him bluntly, “I’m 12 and I’m not dying I’m coming down from the chemo I just had to keep the brain tumor from killing me…again.” I press my lips together at that dark statement that catches Roy off guard, and he gets the message and walks away with little dignity.

She thinks of him the same way I do as we both say, “Jackass.” I look at her in shock over her cursing but chuckle at it, “I’m not gonna tell your grandma don’t worry, you are more than allowed to curse at the world and the Roy’s that unfortunately came with it.”

“You work with that guy?” Kimmie asks me and I nod, “Wow I feel sorry for you, and I just had chemo.”

“Trust me your right to compare Vikram Roy to the crappy aftereffects of chemo, at least chemo doesn’t choose to be toxic. I wish I could get back at him but then I remember unlike him I don’t have his family’s infinity pool to fall back on if I get fired.”

For the first time in two weeks, I see a twinkle in her eyes, “You know I spent a part of my life in hospitals and it gets boring so me and the other kids in chemo come up with ways to entertain ourselves. We make music videos and raid the cafeteria for jello but you know what our favorite past time is?” I raise an eyebrow, “Pulling legendary pranks on doctors who never see it coming from the sick kids. Especially doctors who are asking for it by being douche nozzles like him, I mean come on I need something to distract me, don’t you think so?”

I grin at her impressed by her ability to guilt trip me and enticed with the chance of giving Roy a kick in the ass he so clearly needs, “Well what kind of doctor would I be to deny my patient her request?” She and I grin mischievously at each other at what I am sure is to be a memorable day for us.

#greys anatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #amber karev #alex karev #jo wilson #andrew deluca #jackson avery #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #headcanon #mine

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helyiios · 5 months

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asks #5 (or is it 4?)

- which animal should get the ability to fly, penguins or pandas?

- should the hole puncher be made illegal?

- if you made a new element, what would it’s characteristics and name be?

- what would the middle four letters of the alphabet taste like?

- what word should forever be outlawed in human speech?

- are there any topics I should avoid when submitting these long various-topic asks?

- cushioned sofas or chairs with wheels?

- what’s the best thing about any country west of you?

- have you spoken within the last week to someone who is the exact age as you (within six months)

- if you could choose one part of your body to forever be the age you are now, which would you choose and why?

-pandas should get to fly. because it’s cute.

-the what now?

-I don’t care about chemistry enough to create a new element.

-pasta al limone.

-“croûte,” it’s ugly.

-not really.

-oh, cushioned sofas.

-country west of france…does Italy count ? I love me a good Italian lunch.

-yeah, my mates from uni.

-probably my lungs? They’re pretty healthy.

#yvaintive #ask #sevdidntdie

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acethedria · 2 years

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Okay so some general things to point out

The room

Clearly whoever owns this room is either Eugene or somebody connected to Eugene

The person in black is clearly Eugene, but the thing to analyze here is why there are two separate outfits. Is star outfit current Eugene and purple outfit past Eugene? Are they brothers?

Additionally ofc there’s the question of the cats.

Notice how the cats who are either in purple or are with the person in purple are all orange/yellow, meanwhile all of the motivational posters are red cats.

This implies that there are actually two separate cats. Ofc the question is, what happened to them? Where did they go? I think the fact that the red ones are all on the motivational posters, to me, implies the red one died.

Although interestingly, the fact that the orange cat also… is purple guy in some of the drawings imo also sort of makes it seem like the orange cat is purple guy’s fursona lmao. Idk

Honestly I think the weirdest bit is the drawings of the Drawtectives.

Like why is there a bunch of childlike drawings of the Drawtectives, specifically in their S2 designs (which means it’s a maximum of 2 months old) despite Eugene being much older than a tiny child. The main reason I don’t entirely go along with the idea of it being “Eugene is just bad at drawing” is that the person who drew all this put smiley faces on EVERYTHING. That screams “childlike” a lot more than “inexperienced artist”. Even Flash had more detailed eyes and a nose.

Although admittedly, Flash was coloured in pretty sloppily with markers it seems

So I’m not fully dismissing the idea.

Also ofc we have Train Rules and a drawing of the Harvey Hornswoggle Circus. Clearly I think this means whoever owns this room likely designed the circus or had ideas for it. Who do we know who had a big project underway? Eugene and Terry. Guess who also LOVES the circus: Eugene.

Also now we know there are in fact THREE ticket levels. First Class, Polaris, and 16 Psyche.

Also one last thing before we get into more speculative theorycrafting

The train log says “(Toby’s copy)”. Which… who the hell is Toby?

Theories!

Okay so, the Ticket Taker is definitely a very important player. Don’t forget, he was on the poster with Eugene that Julia posted the day of S2’s first episode.

And ofc a lot of people are speculating on who the hell The Ticket Taker even is.

So I submit three theories to you

The Ticket Taker is Eugene’s brother

Okay so, TTT and Eugene have similar designs in that they have long black cloaks with high collars on. My idea is that black outfit guy is Eugene and purple outfit guy is TTT. There isn’t really much evidence for this but it’s an idea I had.

The Ticket Taker is Eugene’s cat

This one is definitely more popular, and it was one of my first thoughts for some reason after analyzing the room a bit. I don’t really see any reason why other than that base visual connection in design and the fact that there’s cats all over the room, but still it’s a possibility.

The Ticket Taker is Eugene’s son

This one I think makes more sense but is somehow more farfetched than the other two lol. Once again, visually similar designs, but also it would fully explain the childlike drawings in the cabin. If this is TTT’s cabin, then it would make sense for him to draw his dad and his cat doing stuff. It would make sense for him to draw the people his dad was talking about (The Drawtectives). It would also make sense for him to have a set of rules to follow as he would still be a child, and also it would explain who Toby is. Additionally, I think it would make purple outfit be Toby meanwhile Eugene is still black outfit guy.

However it does make me want to know, if any of these are true… why are they a big ticket puncher man? Why can they punch holes in people?

Other theories

Now I have my personal crackpot theory:

The Ticket Taker is actually an ally

I’ve said before I think Harvey is the culprit behind it all and I stand by that.

However I also have the idea that, what if The Ticket Taker was secretly working against Harvey the whole time. What if TTT was the fall guy for if Eugene being the fall guy was found out? If he was the owner of the cabin, it would explain why there are two separate misspellings of Eugene Finch’s name. (Fuck I hit the Tumblr image limit) “Eugine” with the business card (we still don’t even know if Tallon Tscoutt is a real person), and “Fincg” with the contract.

Additionally, all of those pieces of paper with the Draco constellation did lead them to the room where TTT immediately ambushed them. I think the entire time he might have been leading them there so he could talk with them, or at least attempt to communicate.

What if TTT putting people “in holding” is actually him taking them off the train. We haven’t seen a single person who’s felt like they could leave any time they wanted, so it’s kind of clear they’re all trapped. And it is kinda suspicious that the only passenger we’ve met so far who isn’t the Drawtectives, is the person who got hole punched. Don’t know how to interpret that.

Additionally, what if he was carrying Conrad away because he actually just wanted to keep Conrad from making him seem scary.

Idk exactly how everything works out but I am fully convinced (granted I’ve convinced myself) that The Ticket Taker is an ally to the Drawtectives.

#drawtectives #drawtectives theory

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