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revlischarm · 1 year

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Behold, Morro for season 4 in the Lego Monkie Kid au!!

Below the cut I’ve put some details about the season, as well as their design.

• So, Morro gets trapped in the scroll along with everyone else!! Inspired by what one of my friends on discord mentioned, apparently the scrolls work for all memories, not just for recording JTTW stuff.

• Therefore. We’re gonna get some Morro trauma. Since the scroll can put you in the worst memories you had/in some kind of past life, I thought, “what better than to hurl Morro back into his misdeeds as a ghost?”

- That’s why when Morro’s in the scroll, he’s gonna be walking around in his old gi from the show. I didn’t give him a cloak or anything for the sole reason of me having a hard time drawing it

• Boy oh boy Morro absolutely hates having to be dressed in the robes of his past. He’s been trying to move away from what he did, to forge his own identity and life. Yet now he gets put right back where he was, at the peak of his darkest times, and MK and Mei end up bearing witness to it, no less!

• Long story short Morro just. Is going to be miserable this whole season. Their past got dredged up in such a messy way for all to see.

• I don’t wanna give away too much since this post is mainly just for Morro’s season 4 design, hehe.

• You want more info?? Send in asks! I will devour them and answer back dutifully.

• Now onto design talk, tw for some blood stains and detailed description of death for a bit

• The only details I’ll really say for Morro’s scroll design are that his outfit is fairly burnt and torn up in many places, due to how he died. Well, more so the condition his clothes were in when he passed away.

- The front of Morro’s gi is stained with dried blood because of how he died, which I personally believe to be due to the kethanol gas in the Caves of Despair. There’s more info about it on the wiki, but the effects I’ve given to it basically are that prolonged exposure will cause someone to bleed out, with blood coming from the nose and mouth and the eventual exsanguination is the cause of death. So yeah, you just. Drown in your own blood, can’t get enough actual air and asphyxiate, bleed out, etc. The gas can kill you in a number of ways I’d say

• Moving past all that…Morro gets longer ribbons now!! He added on a new ribbon, since he bonded with Red Son at the end of Season 3, and off-screen between the last season and this one, lol. Think of their friendship as…fanning the flames. They kinda just hype each other up and it’s very chaotic.

• Morro actually trains with Macaque to learn some shadow magic!! They’re super interested in learning teleportation via shadows because it’s cool as hell, and they just generally like to spend time with Macaque. After some time, Morro finds that his eye markings are getting kinda…larger and discolored.

- Surprise the universe/gods saw Macaque taking in Morro and went “oh successor??? The Six-Eared Macaque has a successor??” And long story short, after an initial bout of extreme panicking, Morro realizes that he’s now got some cooler new markings!!

- Yes, I’m contractually obligated to change Morro’s eye markings with each new design at this point, lay off me

- I’m very happy with this marking design tho!! It looks very nice and is easy for me to draw. The markings actually manifest themselves in the way of like…scar stuff. And I tried to have them resemble Morro’s actual cursed markings as much as I could, but it was hard to do that when it kept veering into flame territory (which I wasn’t aiming for). So yeah!

- I also added a little chart at the bottom to demonstrate the differences between the markings and also how Macaque’s and Morro’s purples are different. Mac’s is more on the blue hued scale, while Morro’s has more pink tones to it. There!

• And last but not least, the tail(s) of Morro’s sash got longer!! I did this for the purpose of giving their silhouette a more monkey-like appearance, with the longer sash acting as a sort of faux shadow tail. This works great for any silhouette shots!

• So yeah! That’s that! Feel free to ask anymore questions, I’ll be glad to answer!!!

• Oh also I forgot to draw it in but you know how everyone else gets a cool weapon during season 4 from the scroll? Yeah, Morro’s taking the memory of the Sword of Sanctuary with him.

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #nsg #nsg au #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #ninjago morro #morro au #lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au

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emmadoodlewrites · 1 year

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The Path to Prove Oneself

heyyyyyyy im still sort of trying to become more active. after this i’ll still sort of be on haitus. but! in the meantime i wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fluffallamaful !!!!! I made this for the very special occasion and i REALLY hope you like it! We talked a bit about it and she wanted a little ficlet that takes place in my demon au :D. It may be a little confusing but all you really need to know is that Tommy is a tickle demon too hahaha! This is the story of how Tommy proves to Dream that he’s all grown up, and he’s a good tickler too! HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT BIRHTDAY LLAMA!!!

“I found one! I found one I really did, Dream! I told you I’m a big man now!” This was how Tommy decided to open the conversation after showing up once again at the front door of Dream and George’s cottage. It was early in the morning, George was still on the sofa trying to wake up. Dream knew what this was about, and he rolled his eyes as he smiled fondly down at the younger demon.

“Alright, so what, you caught a meal for yourself. That doesn’t make you a ‘big man’,” Dream playfully made air quotations with his hands, “even premature demons can hunt, Tommy.” Said boy had been trying to ‘prove himself’ to Dream ever since their reunion a few months prior. Since Dream had spent a lot of their previous time together calling Tommy a child, Tommy wanted to show him just how much he’d actually grown.

“Oh come onnnnnn! Dream!” Tommy complained, walking inside as Dream had made room for him to enter. George was currently watching from their sofa, amused at the banter. “I’m literally such a good tickler now! Why won’t you believe me! I thought once you knew I had caught someone that’d be enough,” Tommy pouted.

“Well I mean I didn’t see you catch someone. You could be lying,”

“Look at me! I’m so full of energy! Freshly fed!

“You’re always full of energy Tommy,”

“Ughhhhhh!”

Dream only laughed; he really enjoyed messing with the kid. Of course he believed Tommy could hunt on his own. That didn’t stop him from wanting to mess with him a little.

“Lemme prove it then! Let me tickle George!”

“whAT?! NO!” George finally piped in.

“Pleeeeease please please please! Let me tickle you then, Dream,” Tommy clasped his hands together under his chin and stuck his lip out.

Flabbergasted, Dream immediately refused, “Wh- whahat? No way, are you kidding?”

George on the other hand was flabbergasted in a different way, “Dream you’re able to be tickled?!” Dream winced at that. He may have purposely forgotten to mention that detail. He had told George before that nothing was able to tickle him, but that was before he knew they would end up encountering other tickle demons. Ones who were actually capable of tickling each other.

"You didn't know?!" Tommy said excitedly. Using the fact that Dream was caught off guard to his advantage, he jumped to tackle him down to the ground, "Aw George you should've been there when we were kids! He'd never let me tickle him for more than a minute. This time though, I'm gonna show him just how much stronger I've gotten!" Tommy explained this to George over top of Dream's loud complaints. The younger demon had managed to get Dream onto his back, sitting and putting all his weight on his hips.

Despite everything, Dream was in fact physically stronger than Tommy, and both of them knew this. He bucked a bit to try and throw the younger one off of his waist, which almost worked. He grabbed onto his shoulders to try and throw him off, but was stopped when he felt someone else grab his wrists and now held them down on the floor.

"Geohorge?! What are you doing??" Dream looked up at his friend with pleading eyes.

"I'm not passing up on the opportunity to see the 'untickleable' being tickled. Tommy, go ahead, show Dream what you've learned!"

Dream whined and pulled at his hands now being held above his head. It'd been maybe a hundred years since he'd last been tickled. Maybe more. He couldn't even remember exactly what it was like. He watched Tommy's hands like a hawk as they hovered over his stomach.

"Alright Dream, I'm gonna make you admit to me I've grown!"

Dream felt claws suddenly and expertly begin wiggling into his sides. He exploded into giggles, squirming upwards and side to side in hopes to find an escape. George was absolutely enamored. He had never seen Dream like this, the big teasy demon now a flustered puddle on the floor. George's heart began to beat a little faster.

"Tohohohommy this ihihihis stuhuhuhupid!" Dream's face was completely contorted into a big smile. His eyes were squeezed shut and he writhed on the ground in response to such a foreign feeling.

"Oh Dreeeeam! Remember how you'd always make fun of me because my teeth would never grow in?" Tommy stopped his fingers. This was boring, Dream obviously knew he could use his claws. He wanted to really prove himself.

Dream groaned and immediately picked up his struggling. He knew exactly what Tommy was planning.

"Look at these bad boys, Dream!" Tommy opened his mouth to show off the big sharp fangs the younger demon now possessed. Dream was actually quite impressed. They were a good size, and it seemed Tommy did a great job taking care of them. Now the only trouble was that these were about to be used on him.

Dream shook his head but only giggled. He hadn't had anyone use their fangs on him since he was very young. But he could still remember just how sensitive he was to it.

Tommy pushed up Dream's shirt and lowered his head. Dream closed his eyes and looked away, sucking in his tummy in anticipation. Tommy bit down, gently, and began to nibble up and down his stomach, gliding to poke his fangs into his sides and ribs sometimes as well.

The reaction was instant, Dream letting out a squeal and pulling at his arms, "Whahahahaha! Nohohohohahahaha!!"

George, who was awestruck at how cute this was, smiled and glided his thumbs over Dream's wrist, "I can't believe you've kept this from me for so long Dream," George said as he laughed and then looked up to see what Tommy was up to. The other demon had moved to begin trailing the nibbles up his side.

As much fun as he was having, Dreamstill wasn’t very used to it, "I cahAHAHAHAN'T!" He arched his back before slamming it back down. It was unfair how good Tommy had gotten at this already, seemingly finding all the weak spots Dream didn't even know he had. Tommy added his hands again, allowing his sharp nails to trace and scratch at the bare skin above his hips. Dream was finally at his limit.

"OHOHOKAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN! YOHOHOU'RE STROHOHONG!" Dream admitted, kicking his legs. George began cooing at him as Tommy lifted his head, his hands still tickling around his hips.

"What am I, Dream?," Tommy smirked.

"Hehehehe… yohohou're aha bihihig mahahan!"

Tommy finally stopped, letting Dream breathe, I WIN! YES I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR THAT!" The youngest beamed and flapped his hands.

"You alright, Dream?" George asked softly, running his fingers through his hair. The demon still had his eyes closed, and his cheeks were bright red.

He opened his eyes, "Ihi'm fine. Hahehhe don't look at me like that," now that his arms were free he pushed George's head away playfully. His sides and tummy were still tingling. Is this what George had to deal with all the time? He only slightly felt bad.

Dream finally sat up and watched the young demon celebrating, "Alright fine fine. Congratulations Tommy," Dream held his hand out for him to shake.

Tommy's eyes lit up. He truly did look up to Dream a lot! He happily took his hand.

"Alright my turn,"

"Wha- AAHG!"

Dream quickly and skillfully pulled Tommy down by the hand he had grabbed, and pinned him in a similar fashion to how he had done to Dream before.

"Hahaha! I'm about to be tickled by the Dream! It's been a while hasn't it," Tommy gave him a toothy grin.

"Oh shut up."

Tommy's bright laughter filled the air as George watched from the sidelines again. The human rolled his eyes and looked outside. The sun hadn't even made it all the way into the sky yet. It'd be a long day.

#ler!tommy #lee!dream #emmadoodle tickle demon au #mcyt ticke

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bluegekk0 · 6 months

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If you ever feel like your AU doesn’t have an impact outside the Hollow Knight community, or even within, here’s a story for you.

I’ve had a crush on a guy since April, but hadn’t told him since he was with someone until August and has been recovering from the breakup ever since. Entirely coincidentally, April was when I found your AU. On Monday of this week, my crush said that he thought he was in love with someone else. I got really scared. I had been silent for months, and now I might not get the chance to tell him I love him. I got him to tell me the full details of what was going on, and on Tuesday, my fate seemed ambiguous. He and his crush wanted to start a relationship, but both parties needed time to work things out. I had some hope, but I didn’t know how long it would last.

In need of comfort, I turned to Tumblr. Grimm and FPK were one of the first things to appear on my dash. It got me thinking about Grimm’s story and how he felt he lost FPK by not acting sooner. By keeping his feelings to himself, he nearly lost the one he loved. Grimm got a second chance to finally spill the truth, but who knew if I would. When his second chance came, he didn’t hesitate. He and FPK became a thing right then and there. I learned a valuable lesson in that moment: life takes some drastic turns, and when that happens, if you have time, just get things off your chest.

F it, I said. I asked my crush for an update. He said his relationship with his crush might not go anywhere. All clear. I then asked we could have a long discussion later that day. He said sure. We hopped on call, and I confessed to him. I let out everything I’ve been harboring since April and told him I love him.

Neither of us are ready for a relationship at this point and we still haven’t met in person, so we’re not dating right now, but it feels great to finally get everything out after so long. And hey if he ever wants to get back into a relationship, he knows I’m free, and that I’d be down to have one.

Long story, I know. But I really wanted to share this. Had FPK and Grimm not existed on my dash at that moment, I don’t think I would have gotten up the courage to say it. Confessing is terrifying, but the gay bugs are powerful, and the gay bugs gave me strength. If the gay bugs can finally make use of the time they’re given to be with their lover and express their love, so can this gay boy. I guess what I really mean to say is…

Thank you.

gosh you have no idea how much seeing this made me smile (and nearly tear up) while on the bus home. i didn't really know what to say when i first read this, i'm still not quite sure how to respond now. but i mean it in the best way possible

i'm so, so glad to hear that my silly guys helped you. i would've never expected them to actually have impact on someone's life like this, it feels unreal. and most importantly, i'm so happy for you!! i hope it all turns out well, i wish you guys all the luck in the world!

augh forgive me for being so awkward. i was really left quite speechless when i saw this. or, i guess, i just don't know how to put into words how this made me feel. but it really made my day

thank you so much for sharing this story. hope you have a great day/night anon ❤❤❤

#ask stuff

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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So question about the monster au staff: we know that Crowley is a harpy but what is everyone else? The only one I have idea for is that Crewel is like a werewolf but a dalmatian. A were-dalmatian. Unless you’re keeping it a secret which is perfectly fine!

Oooh, you’re actually right on the mark about Crewel being a werewolf! Though I hadn’t settled on a specific dog breed, it would be a shame to not let him be a were-dalmatian, now wouldn’t it? >wO

Fear not though! Compared to the Deity!AU where I haven’t revealed them yet, the Monster!AU isn’t going to have any secret or surprise reveals of characters. In fact, here’s the list of staff members, what they are, and some basic details I’ve come up with them so far! The details between each species can grow and change as ideas come or suggestions from you guys come along, so if anything crosses your noodle-doodle brains feel free to hit me up with them! >83

Also, I have to point this out now while I’m thinking about it: while these characters may be monsters in this AU, they still retain their facial features from the game. The way I’ve drawn Vil is essentially how they typically would appear if they do not have a secondary form like a werebeast. Transformations into these secondary forms take very little to no magic and do not generate much blot.

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Crowley: Crow-based harpy. Typically has his wings protruding from his back, though he can swap them to his arms for a quicker reaction flight—and of course, for dramatic entries for special lessons. Like any other harpy that uses magic though, he can use his feathers to create or summon objects for a short time. Compared to what we’ve seen so far in game, he is more open in showing he cares about his students and Yuu and will do what he can to protect them from harm. Fun fact, he looks hilarious when he gets startled and his feathers fluff up!

Crewel: Werebeast, dog/dalmatian variation. Still the fur-clad fashion-loving teacher, Crewel’s “fur coat” is actually part of his pelt for his secondary form and is rarely seen far from him. Even when he’s not in his werewolf form, his hind legs and tail and even clawed hands are still enough to separate him from looking completely human. Can and has transformed into his werewolf form to carry students by the scruff of their fur/jackets to detention and is large enough to rival a horse, though it is unwise to ask him for a ride (unless you are Mini!Yuu).

Trein: Werebeast, cat variation. Just as stern and serious as his normal self, this is enhanced by his feline reflexes and senses as he uses his hearing to catch when someone is falling asleep in class. Much like Crewel, his hind legs and tail and clawed hands are enough to separate him from looking human—though his robes tend to conceal certain parts from being initially obvious and Lucius being in his arms don’t make his claws that obvious. And just like in the voice lines in the game, he and Crewel do not get along that well. His cat familiar Lucius is based off of the matagot/mandagot.

Vargas: Werebeast, bear variation. If you thought this man was a powerhouse, this version of NRC’s coach is going to put a whole new spin on the word! With claws and muscles for days, it seems like there’s nothing that can stop him once he starts charging—and he does on occasion chase after his students to encourage them to run faster, though all the students see is a wall of pure terror racing after them. It isn’t uncommon to see him in his werebeast form lifting heavy objects to maintain his strength and wear out his inner beast so he can maintain his control. Compared to Crewel and Trein—who both have fine control over their transformations, Vargas is more…chaotic with his transformations and considers it a workout.

(A/N: When it came to Vargas, I was torn between him being a minotaur or a werebeast, but figured a predator would be more suitable for him than a steer. XD)

Sam: Shadow creature. Quite possibly the most unusual amongst the staff, Sam can take on both a 2D and 3D form and seems to know what all happens across the school. His form in his more “solid” 3D state is much more like how he appears in game, though in varying shades of gray and black and dripping ink. In his 2D state, he can look like the shadow of anyone or anything—the only time anyone can tell it’s him is if they were to look down at the shadow in question and see if flicker to a different shape. Luckily for students he doesn’t do it often. One would think he thrives in darkness, and he does—but he can get bigger in the light, so it doesn’t count as much of a weakness.

Grim: Chimera, ??? variation. The strangest monster variation at the school and the only known chimera to attend NRC, Grim has no memory of his past nor of what sort of variation he is. In fact, no one is quite sure either. With a tiny pair of horns, wings, and reptilian hind legs, he looks by all accounts to be one, though he isn’t the same size as many of them and could be mistaken for being a cub instead of a fully-grown adult given his venom can only momentarily paralyze his target when used to make a quick escape. When it comes to Mini!Yuu, he will allow them to carry him like any other toddler would a cat.

(A/N: Yes, I know I made him a chimera in the Deity!AU as well, but come on, commonly depicted chimeras fit him to a T! Between breathing fire and having feline features, how could you say he’s not a chimera in this AU?)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster AU #twst monster AU #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam #twst grim

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stargazeraldroth · 8 months

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Okay! It is I, Rainy, now bringing you more details on my Forced Gods AU!

Firstly, the very basics: Guardians of aspects of the Balance are selected for their roles by taking into account what they’re skilled at, and what they enjoy doing, and if they’d be happy to keep doing that, even if it’s exhausting. It doesn’t make sense to give someone so powerful a job they hate, after all- They’d be able to leave eventually.

A good example would be Reaper- He doesn’t enjoy being able to kill anything with a touch, but he’d never want his brother dealing with a responsibility like this, and I’ve always imagined him as the kind of guy who likes bringing comfort and guidance, even if people are scared of him at first. Guiding the dead is exhausting, yes, and leaves him touch starved, but it’s also rewarding to him, to have a tiny, fragile soul in his hands as they realize that even in death, they aren’t alone or unloved. It leaves him happy, to guide people to their loved ones in the afterlife.

But, to summarize the actual plot, Error, while initially very reluctant to destroy (he doesn’t exactly… Want dust and blood on his hands, you know?), ends up destroying worlds regardless- Maybe the first one is an accident, maybe he felt pressured or forced, the specifics don’t matter. What does matter is that he feels… Lighter? Happier? After he does it. And he brushes it off, at first, because he’s a good person, right? He doesn’t actually want to kill and destroy like this, right? He doesn’t want to do this- But you can only exist for so long, and see so much of the same thing, before you become… Numb, in a way- Aren’t they all the same, at their core? Is he really hurting real people?

And then he starts to spiral from there, rationalizing what he has to do- Aren’t they all just copies? Do they really matter, when there’s plenty of other things just like them out there? Aren’t so many of them just corruptions of an original concept- More miserable, more violent, more aquatic, more beastly, more hungry, more everything? They all blend together, anyways- And they’re all always repeating, over and over again. By that logic, is he doing them all a favor, ending that kind of cycle? Using those thoughts, he takes to his work with a bit more vigor- He’s doing this for them, right? He’s helping them, they just don’t know it. It doesn’t have anything to do with how nice it feels, to tear things apart and watch them dissolve into nothing. It doesn’t have anything to do with how it leaves him lighter and freer, or how it quenches some quiet, distantly sadistic part of him, to watch people realize that their world is falling apart around them and they can’t do anything about it.

And then he starts feeling less and less of an urge to justify it to himself, to remind himself that these are people who deserve some level of respect, even if he needs to wipe their universe out- These aren’t really people that he’s saving, after all. They’re functionally ants to someone who’s existed as long as he has, by now, and they aren’t even interesting, anymore. And are they even meant to be here? Aren’t they just taking up space- Space that could be used for something else? Why would he be here, told to wreck havoc, if not to wipe it all out eventually? Hell, half of these shitty abominations aren’t even that happy, they probably want to stop existing! Isn’t he doing them a favor, putting him out of their misery? Isn’t he like a god, to their puny souls? Souls that all look the same, even- All they’re really good for is acting like fairy lights. It really brightens up his antivoid, and it’s fun to mess with them once he strings them around up there. Who cares how much that weird grim reaper guy scolds him- Death is nothing to utter destruction, after all, and really, what harm is a few misplaced souls in the cycle of life gonna do? At this point, he’s stopped denying how much he enjoys this- It’s exhilarating, having this much power, this much control! He doesn’t even remember why he ever hated it- He’s doing what he was made to do, what he was born to do, tearing things apart and leaving white voids in his wake. He’s a god to these useless anomalies, and the idea that he ever thought they were worth something is hilarious, now. What’s a few dirty glitches to a timeless deity that was made to destroy them?

There’s a tugging where what remains of his soul is, nowadays, like he’s forgetting something, doing something wrong- Which is the stupidest thing he’s heard in a long time. Why would he need to slow down? Why should he have to let the Multiverse heal? Why does there need to be anything at all? He can tear those damned universes to shreds in moments, and they take so long to come into existence that it feels like they weren’t meant to be at all. Who gives a damn how desperately that weird ass squid of a skeleton tried to convince him to stop and talk, or how hard the little mistake tried to get him to listen? Error is a god and he answers to no one- Certainly not some tiny artist who cares too much for the abominations that litter the Multiverse like trash. Though Error can admit- For someone that barely seemed capable of functioning, that so-called Protector did well keeping up with him. It was almost fun.

Ink, for his part, is being completely run ragged, desperately trying to encourage creators that are rapidly losing hope of their worlds holding meaning (and he tries not to think of the way his chest aches and hurts, in the space where a soul would be if he had one), trying to help Core rescue any stragglers left in the wake of the rogue Destroyer’s wake (all of them so, so hurt and angry, why didn’t he help them, why couldn’t he save more of them-), repairing whatever scraps of the AUs that he can (it’s rare that there’s anything left, anymore), trying to jump in and Protect in the way he always had (though it gets harder and harder, with every destroyed world weighing his bones down with pain, heavier and heavier), desperately trying to mediate between the Guardians of positivity and negativity because the last thing they need is another severe imbalance (and they’re still so, so young, and it’s times like this that he misses Nim so deeply it hurts-)… It’s all so much, and he’s breaking under the pressure- Reaper and Life try, at least, but this isn’t their jurisdiction, and they have their hands full trying to manage how deeply the Destroyer has interfered with their own Balance, anyways. He can’t ask more of them.

He doesn’t understand where it all went wrong- The Destroyer was meant to wipe out worlds, yes, but not every single one. It was meant to be worlds at the end of their lifespans, to let the inhabitants move into the gentle hold of Reaper before being born anew from Life to experience a new universe and all its wonders. He was meant to end copied or stolen universes- One with no true passion and love that a only a creator can gift to their creations, ones where the inhabitants can feel, keenly, that lack of true spark in their souls.

It feels like failure, to Ink- Somehow, someway, he hadn’t been good enough, and now, everyone is paying the price. He quick patches and desperate repairs aren’t doing the trick, anymore- The Balance is tipped too far, and at this rate, it won’t ever be righted.

The Multiverse is dying, and no one knows how to fix it.

(… Ahem. That got long. Let me know your thoughts, though!)

🌧️ Rainy Anon 🌧️

Finally, some good Forced God of Destruction

I'm only noticing a key difference between out interpretations just from the introduction. I think that's pretty neat! I like seeing how people interpret things differently! I usually don't have the ability to retire for my AUs, but then again, I also give the Guardians/Gods different, uh... what's the word... bodily composition? Physiology? I'm not sure what the word is. Regardless, I'm sure they appreciate the mercy of retirement lol.

I find Reaper's place in the Balance Guardians to be a bit difficult sometimes. I mean, he's obviously the God of Death, but there's also his brother, another God of Death. I can understand his sorrow regarding his duties, even with the souls, he's probably lonely. Maybe that's why he likes Geno so much.

... I read "more beastly" as "more breastly", and I will not elaborate on how I misread that. But if I'm understanding this correctly, then what starts as begrudging destruction and conflicting feelings turns into a twisted sense of heroism, right? This reminds me of the Messiah Complex, though I don't know how applicable that actually is. It's been a while since I looked at anything for that. So, if I understand this correctly, Error thinks of himself as something of a savior to the AUs for destroying them. His isolation in the Anti-Void probably didn't help with his spiraling madness, I'll bet. And for the record Error, your Anti-Void is already bright enough. It's pure white!

I like the detail of the Balance trying to tell Error that he's going too far. It doesn't actually tell him, but it's like it's poking at his subconsciousness, hoping to remind him of why he's doing this in the first place. And the way he looks down on the other Guardians... big sad. Especially Ink. He knows Ink is the Protector, but does he know that Ink's the Guardian of Creation?

And Ink... my baby :(( he's trying his best! There's so much that's out of his control, but he's the Protector, he's supposed to save people and AUs! Hm... something I have to ask: if push came to shove... would Ink be forced to... "dispose" of Error? Error is the God of Destruction, yes, but should something happen, there's always replacements... right? And if Error's overstepping and posing too great a threat to the Multiverse, is it not Ink's sworn duty to eradicate him? Is there anyone who has a skewed perception of the situation and thinks this rampant destruction is a good thing (with the exception of Nightmare)? And, just out of curiosity... does Ink die? I do like my permadeath angst.

Also, that end bit gave me an idea for a FGOC idea. I'm gonna make a post about that.

#undertale au #ink sans #forced god of destruction au #anonymous asks

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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years

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I wanna kind of rack your brain a bit and I’ve been seeing one or two aus of modern!albert throughout the grabber x reader tag and I wanted to see what your take and headcanons were on that type of idea :)

Hmmmm well I’ve had an idea for a Ghost Albert in a modern setting, but haven’t given a lot of thought to him being in 2022. So, here are my thoughts!

Dude would have to be a lot smarter about his kidnappings. Nowadays it ain’t so easy to nab a kid off the street, put them in your hella creepy van, and take them without anyone noticing, especially since pretty much everyone has a smart phone these days or someone accompanying them.

Also, were kids just dumber/more naive at that time, or did the movie just make them seem that way? Because I feel like most kids in modern day would see this pale-ass weirdo with his lil’ top hat and steer clear—ESPECIALLY with the “Full Magic Grabber” outfit Robin waltzed right toward. I don’t know a single kid that age now who would go toward something like that.

I’m betting he’d be an internet predator. These days I think most cases happen with people who are trusted/familiar with the victim, right? So I think he’d stalk them online. It’s not hard to find people these days, you can practically Google someone and figure out where they live and shit like that, it’s scary!

I’m having some difficulty hashing out the details. A 1970’s serial killer sure is a lot easier than a modern-day one, what with DNA, facial recognition, Amber alerts, etc.

Not to say kidnappings don’t happen, but they seem these days to be more like, 2-3 people being taken before the person is caught? Maybe I’m wrong; I haven’t kept up with murder stuff/crime shows nowadays, what with fires burning all over this damn planet lol, but I’d assume it’s not as common?

I don’t know what the market looks like for magicians these days, but if it’s anything like every other job out there in 2022, good luck finding work unless you’re exceptionally good at magic. So hardware store it is? Also, unless he’s also hella wealthy, there’s no way he’d be able to afford two homes, so dude would have to find some other way of getting rid of bodies.

I suppose he could take a page from Dexter Morgan’s book and get a job in law enforcement—it’s a good cover for sure, and he’s pretty much have access to everything/be able to erase data depending on the job title.

Other than that, I’m not sure a whole lot else would be different. He’d just need to be smarter and more cautious—and not drive that stupid-ass pedo van that everyone steers clear of these days haha! Even before this movie, if I saw one of those damn things I’d turn my ass right back around.

Also, hey, like I said in another post—with advancements in mental health, maybe he could have gotten some help before things ever escalated to that point. I’d like to think we’re moving in the right direction with neuroscience and can start nipping these things in the bud before they even begin.

I’m not sure if that’s what you were looking for?? Or something more spicy/ x-reader specific? I just went “ooh yeah let’s analyze this shit and see how he’d do it these days” 😂

#asks #anon #the black phone #the grabber #black phone #grabber #penny for your thots #headcanons #kinda #the grabber x reader

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thedevilinmybrain · 1 year

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Writing 2022

I was tagged by the lovely @starsweredible to do this little writing review on myself. 1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 6 2. Word count posted for the year: 272,972 3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction 4. Pairings: Harry/Louis 5. Story with the most: babydoll blues Kudos: 1182 Bookmarks: 527 Comment threads: 164 6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): into that goodnight : my peter pan au. I think it is my favorite for a number of reasons but mostly because it solidified my love of world building and fairy tales. So often times, we surround ourselves with fanfic that is based in the common world. We write these elaborate meet cutes and angsty longing and these concrete, real world issues. It’s necessary and important, but I sometimes like to have fun with my creativity. I don’t want to think about the world around me. I want to think about the world in my head. And I’ve loved Peter Pan for ages and surprisingly, there aren’t a lot of Peter Pan aus for this fandom. It really allowed me to stretch my fingers so to say and make a double fan fic. It is a fan fic about Peter Pan as much as it’s a fan fic about Larry. I got to write all my favorite things and then more, while sticking true to the characters of Harry and Louis. It might not be my most popular, but I think it’s my most genuine Jennifer fic. It’s like a glimpse inside of my mind. 7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): i want to be just as close as the holy ghost is – I know this might come as a shock to some, but I really feel like I started to write something important and then I dropped the ball a little. I think as a writer, I sometimes get too caught up in the details and forget to push the story along and then it’s too late. Thankfully, I think I get to take the basic concept of the fic and reapply it to a fic I’m working on for the spring. So, we shall see if I do any better. 8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: Every review. Every single one. When I was in college for Creative Writing, I was often ostracized from my classes. I was told that I’m a terrible writer, that I lack depth and imagination, and that my prose was flat. It was really a struggle for me to be constantly surrounded by these people who I thought were like minded but took every opportunity to belittle and put down my work. It was so bad that I nearly dropped out and pursued something else. So, when I thank someone for their comments or I tell them I’m so flattered, I don’t think people really grasp how much it means to me. How it means the whole world. Because for so long, I thought I had no talent at all and just wrote because I couldn’t not write. And to have someone tell me they liked it or they stayed up to read it or they’re obsessed over one detail I put in specifically for a clever reader to find – it’s like it heals one more bruise, one more cut, and I can finally feel like okay. Maybe I’ve got something here. Maybe I’m worthy of something. 9. A time when writing was really, really hard: The end of this year with my Oli Fic, it was cripplingly difficult for me to write. I think I second guessed myself so much with that fic. It had to be perfect. It had to be a careful look into the ideas of growing up and changing oneself and finding your place when your best friend suddenly isn’t only yours. I had to make sure that it was believable and heart wrenching and honest and raw. And I had to play homage to the fact that Oli really has been Louis’ shadow this whole time. That it means something to keep your Lancelot next to you. But I suffered for that fic and I’m proud that I got to publish it because I almost didn’t. 10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I really fell in love with Oli in my Oli Fic but I also really, really loved Zayn in it. I think there is something so powerful about the Zouis friendship. And I think Zayn, even though he was younger, was very much a support system for Louis. Like there was more than just friendship there, more than brotherhood, and the way I got to write him being defensive of Louis but also Harry – Harry who it is clear that Zayn loved so much. It means a lot to me that I write Zayn as the person he is, not the villain so many people paint him out to be. 11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

"You're a mermaid!" Harry scrambles forward, sinks his knees into the water to get a better look at her. "A real mermaid."

"I suppose that you might call me that." The mermaid grins, her teeth sharp in her mouth, pointed much like a shark's. "That's what you and your Lost Boys do."

"My Lost Boys?" Harry feels his face warm up, more delighted than he cares to admit about the phrasing. "You mean Louis' Lost Boys."

"Yes, but also yours. You're Louis' Harry, aren't you?" The mermaid gives a small shake of her tail, pushing herself forward toward the rocks again.

"I suppose." Shrugging a bit, Harry bites at his bottom lip, gaze turned toward the water. He doesn't know if he should agree with her or deny it. Sometimes it feels so much like Louis doesn't even see Harry and other times, it feels like Louis can’t see anything else. Especially at night when Harry wakes just a little from dreaming to see the vague shape of Louis swinging in a hammock in the top of the canopy. Like there is something unspoken between them, a secret, held under the moon.

"But you're not a Lost Boy." The mermaid shakes her head, drawing closer again to rest her arm on the rock, her cheek on top of her palm. "Are you?"

"I–" Harry can't help the way his grin seems frozen a bit in place, sliding just slightly into a grimace. He knows that to be true, too. Because even though Harry plays the games, does the make-believe, dances around the campfire with them – he's always felt a little separated, a little different. It's something he can't exactly explain and he loathes to bring it up. Would never want to seem ungrateful.

“Not a boy,” the mermaid clarifies thoughtfully, her fingers caressing along Harry’s calves, up to his knees. “Not a girl. Not either. But both.”

“Oh.”

Warmth spreads through Harry, sickly and unwell. He’s heard the same before, hurled slurs under breath, cruel names spit into his face. All for Harry who let his hair grow a little too long, has a soft face, soft hands, soft waist. Harry, who always played the princess in all of the orphanage games, who let older boys touch his cheek and whisper to him under the cover of darkness. He knows what people say about him.

“Furrowing again.” The mermaid shakes her head, fingertips tracing a slow circle over Harry’s knee. “Why are you so worried? I’m just like you.”

“Are you?” Harry hesitates, wants to tug down his nightshirt, wishes he was wearing trousers at least. There had been no time when Louis had come through the door, though. Harry hadn’t thought of anything practical, too entranced by the possibility that things might be better, that there was hope.

“I’m not a girl nor am I a fish.” Splashing her tail out of the water, the mermaid makes a gesture down the length of her body. “I’m both. And that is alright, isn’t it? Can’t be anything other than what I am.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I am trying my hardest to trust myself and go with my gut when it comes to my writing. I don’t know where this creativity comes from. I don’t know how I do it. I don’t outline. I don’t follow any of the rules. I just write. And it works. So maybe I am learning to trust that more. 13. How do you hope to grow next year: I think I grew courage to take risks and write the things that I like. I love writing genre bent writing and I think in the next year, you’re going to see some really interesting concepts come out of me. 14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): Oh god, none of this. Absolutely none would be possible without Aria @polaroidlouis. She has been an absolute godsend in supporting me and talking me through plots and reassuring me when I want to throw my towel in and give up. I can honestly say you wouldn’t have gotten a single fic out of me this year without her. Also, Mari, @hlkings my darling. She is the captain of my fanclub for a reason. The support and devotion I feel from her is immeasurable. She always tells me to keep going, to keep doing it, that I’ve got it. I don’t know how to thank her but I try to every day. Also strong supports would be Gina @twopoppies, Alex @momrryrights, Nikki @lovingstheantidote, Nikee @beelou, Aaliyah @larrysballetslippers so many others. So many of you have been so fucking kind, so welcoming, so supportive. I couldn’t name all of you because if I do, then I’d never stop. Thank you thank you thank you. 15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Oh lord, my writing is me. I can’t escape it. I think I just pour so much of myself into all of my fics and really show my hand. You probably all know me so well by the fics I write. 16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Don’t give up. Even when it sucks. Even when the words aren’t right. Even when people don’t like it. Even when you feel like it’s pointless to keep going. I’m your fan. I’m here cheering you on. I’ve got your back and I’m in your corner. No matter what. Because the worst thing you can do for yourself is blow your own candle out. Let it burn. Be bright. Be bold and courageous and show your writing off. 17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I’ve got so many. I’m starting my omega fic already, then I’ve got a momrry fic, then I think I’ll end the year with something new and exciting. Something I’ve been planning for a while. 18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @twopoppies @indiaalphawhiskey @allwaswell16 @momrryrights @lovingstheantidote @maggieisalarrie @alwaysxlarrie @non-binharry @larrysballetslippers anyone who would like to share!

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dayasco + “what did you just say?”

it's a long one for you this time as a sorry for making you wait!! anyways it's a secret admirer college au oops <3

“What did you just say?”

Shit.

“Gotta go, love you, bye!” She hangs up the phone without letting Crystal get another word in, then slowly turns her body from the position she was in, reclining on her bed, towards the new voice. And there they are, arms crossed as they lean against the door frame, one brow cocked.

“Bosco! I, uh—”

“No, say that again. I wanna make sure I heard you right.” They’re still leveling her with that same stare, and Daya can’t help the way her shoulders shrink. She can’t glean anything from her expression. She’s terrified.

“I… was joking?” she tries.

“You weren’t,” Bosco hits back immediately.

Daya sighs. This is not at all how she wanted this to go, not anything like she’d planned. She should’ve known to be more careful talking about stuff like this, especially when she gave Bosco the key to her apartment and told her that she could “just come in anytime”.

She’s never regretted that more than she does right now.

“Well?”

“I told Crystal that I was going to leave a flower with the next note to you because I thought you’d like it.” She looks at anything but Bosco, gazing intently at the pillow beside her as if it could hide her from Bosco’s gaze.

“As in, you left the notes? Every single one?”

Daya shrinks into herself even more at the clarifying question. What’s she supposed to do? She’s been leaving the notes for months, all of them containing the things she wishes she could say to them that make it obvious that Daya likes them more than platonically.

It started small, as these things often tend to start. Little notes left in her bag complementing her wheezing laugh, or her eyes, or the way she rolls her eyes when fucking Dylan opens his mouth to “play devil’s advocate” in every single one of their Queer History classes—why he took the class in the first place is something they were both still trying to figure out.

But then she couldn’t help but write more, complimenting the way she spoke when she was passionate or the way her face would say what everyone else was thinking when she was fed up with fucking Dylan again. She would write notes confessing to each and every thought of hers—those that didn’t sound too weird, at least—and slip in into her bag or onto her desk during Queer History, and in one case she even had a friend help her do it when she wasn’t there to avoid suspicion. And it had worked perfectly, until she had to go and fuck it up by talking about it.

“Yeah,” she admits, subdued and cautious, “I left them. Every single one.”

Bosco moves, but Daya can’t see how, too busy staring at the pillow.

“Daya.” She must take another step closer to her, because she’s blocking some of the light of her lamp. It’s darker. “Daya, look at me, baby.”

Baby.

Daya’s head moves to look up at her almost of its own volition, bolstered on by the pet name. It wasn’t uncommon for them to use pet names for each other, but she wouldn’t use one if she was mad at Daya. Right?

She sits on the bed in front of her, putting one hand on her leg, “God, Daya, I’m so fucking glad it was you.” Bosco’s looking at her hopefully, but takes pity on her when she gets nothing but an uncomprehending look in response. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the first day of class. Do you know how hard it was to get these beautifully romantic notes from a secret admirer and trying to work myself up to tell them that ‘your dream date for the two of us sounds perfect but I have someone in mind already’?”

Oh.

Bosco liked her back. Bosco thought the date that she’d detailed in one of her last notes was perfect. Bosco was going to turn down the secret admirer for her.

Bosco was watching her, one hand still on her thigh as her thumb rubbed back and forth soothingly. She knew just what Daya needed, and Daya liked her so much for it.

“You like…” me? The notes? Daya knew what she wanted to know but didn’t know how to ask.

“Yeah, baby. I like you, I like the notes, I like every single thing you wrote for me.”

“Okay,” Daya says. And then she blinks, then blinks again. What are you supposed to do now? She confessed and it went nothing like how she planned. Bosco likes her back, and now they’re sitting on the bed together. So what now?

“Y’know, you did say that you’d love to kiss me to see what chapstick I’m wearing. And I put on chapstick, so…” Bosco nudges, and for the first time that conversation she looks flustered. It’s cute. She wants to kiss her.

So she does. She surges forward, knocking their noses together as she connects their lips. She can smell Bosco’s perfume, or maybe it’s her hair? Bosco, to her credit, grabs Daya as she goes to pull away and brings her in again.

“You didn’t kiss me enough. I’ve been waiting months for this, you’re not done,” she says against Daya’s lips as they go in for another kiss. It’s achingly sweet, as if both of them were saying finally, finally, finally.

When they pull away, Bosco’s face breaks into a smirk. Daya can’t help but smile back, happy and overwhelmed and ecstatic and pleased.

“Was getting all those notes worth it?” she asks, and Bosco snorts.

“You’re such a bitch! I really thought Jasmine was leaving them!” Bosco says, shoving her playfully as she lets out a wheezing laugh. Daya can’t help but grin.

“I got her to help me so you wouldn’t catch on,” she admits. It’s easy to talk about it now that Bosco knows, even if it still makes her cheeks heat up a bit in embarrassment. “We may argue a lot, but she’s like a sister to me. A little, bratty, loud, not-Crystal sister. She said that she’d help as long as she was invited to the wedding, so… it was a good deal for me.”

“Idiot. You’re an idiot.” Bosco’s beaming, a wider smile on her face now than she’d ever seen her sport before. They lean over and kiss her again, and again, and again. “You’re so stupid and I like you so much.”

#anon #prompts!#gi writing? it's more likely than you think #dayasco

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gingerturtle99 · 1 year

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Just keep breathing chapter 4~

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Ot8 x FemReader

Doctor/Greys anatomy AU

Please like and reblog! Message me if you’d like to be on the tag list and yeah enjoy ✨

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Hospitals, talks of sex and stds, surgery, trauma , childhood illness, death, medical environment, details of body parts(genitalia)and swearing.

I am in no way a doctor or a medical professional, I am mostly going off my own experiences and greys anatomy!

You can’t do this!

“Seriously dude?..” I say my nose scrunching up in disgust as I keep eyes glued to the ground in fear of my face turning bright red after having to look the perpetrator in the eye.

“I…I mean you could’ve knocked” the man shrugs nonchalantly as he fixes his white coat.

“And you could’ve locked the door Yang jeongin! How was I meant to know you were in there! I thought you were meant to be helping Chan with a ground breaking neuro surgery…not screwing the nurses…” I say finally looking up at the younger boy who’s face is now slowly turning red from all the eyes on him, suddenly a low chuckle comes from behind me and jeongins eyes go wide with fear.

“Well doctor L/N… I was just coming up here to ask if you’d seen Doctor Yang but looks like I’ve answered my own question “ Chan says coming up behind me a disapproving look on his face as he stares down jeongin who looks like he’s going to piss himself at the sight. Upon first glance at Chan most people wouldn’t notice anything wrong, he looks as well put together as he normally does but looking at him closely the bags under his eyes tell me he hasn’t slept in a day or two and his hair looks slightly messy probably from him running his hands through his hair every five minutes in stress. This case must be getting too him, I haven’t seen him this bad in a while.

“Jeong…Doctor Yang you’re off my case and my service.”

“YOU CANT DO THAT!! You’ve been working me like a dog for days! I know the case inside and out! You can’t just kick me off!!”My go wide at jeongin raising his voice to the cheif of neuro , I see anger flash through both men’s eyes…ohh this isn’t good.

I slowly start to put myself between the two men, I laugh to myself like I’d be able to actually stop either of these two if things got heated but hey it’s worth a shot right?

“Come on guys, let’s take this somewhere that isn’t the hallway “ I say putting on my sweetest smile hoping it’ll do some convincing that my words won’t.

“There’s nothing else to be said, doctor yang obviously had more important matters than the case he was assigned so therefore he’s no longer on it” chan says bluntly shrugging his shoulders while looking jeongin in the eye the whole time before turning to look at me, his face softening slightly .

“Sorry for causing a scene y/n-ah I know you don’t like it” chan says lowly ruffling my hair before turning his back walking away.

“Chris…chan wait!!!” I walk quickly to catch up to him , grabbing the sleeve of his white coat.

“Y/N I really don’t have the time”

“Come on Chan…you know jeongin isn’t a bad kid! Give him a chance…he’s one of the best residents we’ve got, you’d be stupid to pass up having him in the OR with you. As much as I’d love to steal him off you right now for my service,we both know he’s been working his ass off on your case and let’s be real do you have time to brief a whole ass new resident by the time of your surgery?” I say raising an eyebrow looking up at the slightly taller man.

“Yes he screwed up…but we all have! We all still do!. So please don’t kick him off your case” I don’t know why I’m pleading with Chan to put jeongin back on his case but I guess I sorta feel responsible for jeongin getting caught even not locking the on call room was his fault!

“Y/N I can’t afford to have someone who’s head isn’t in the game on this surgery and him going off to fuck some nurse while I sent him to go get labs and some more scans just proves his head isn’t in it. I completely get what you’re saying he’s a good kid, he’s incredibly skilled but he’s got to learn that actions have consequences and if I let this slide it’s going to look like I play favourites more than it already does! Now I’m sorry but no he’s off the case. End of story now drop it! “ chan says looking me in the eye, there’s no emotion behind his words other than stress and maybe a hint of disappointment.

“You ever think he went off to do that to relieve some stress? Like the kid said you’ve been working him like a dog and…”

“Y/N I SAID DROP IT!” Chan shouts causing both our eyes to blow wide in shock of him raising his voice .

I just nod at Chan before letting go of his white coat and watching him walk off. I start walking back to the on call room where I see minho lead a red faced jeongin inside, I follow both the men inside and lock the door behind me .

“Innie breathe…” I hear minho say warningly to young doctor

“ he can’t do this! He can’t! “ jeongin exclaims as he runs his hands through his hair.

“He’s head of neuro…he sorta can” Minho says rubbing jeongins back.

“If you…if you had just knocked and not made a scene!! Then none of this would have happened! “ jeongin shouts at me, turning his body towards line raising his arms up in frustration. My body acts on instinct and flinches at the taller boys actions and my eyes start to water slightly. I quickly shoot my head down so that neither of the boys can see but I have a feeling I’m a little too late.

“Hey hey! Listen to me hotshot! “ Minho grabs the younger boy by the shoulders.

“ none of this is her fault, he probably would’ve found out anyway since no one in this damn place can have any privacy , if Y/N hadn’t found you then someone else would have because you didn’t lock the door! You need to learn that just because we’ve known you for as long as we have we can’t play favourites dude! This is a teaching hospital! If you’d have thought with your brain instead of your dick you might’ve realised how much of bad idea that was. You’re starting to act like changbin and that’s not a good thing”

Jeongins face quickly switches from anger to remorse quickly as he takes in the elders words slowly nodding his head along with what minho is saying.

“I’m sorry…I..I just really wanted to be part of that surgery”

“We know innie, we would be hypocrites if we said we didn’t want to do what you just did during our residency “ I say walking up to him , wrapping him in a hug which he quickly returns burying his face in the crook of my neck as he bends his knees to accommodate the height difference. I rub my hands up and down his back to try help soothe the boy.

“Who was it anyway?” Minho says looking at jeongin

“A gentleman never kisses and tells”

“A gentlemen also remembers to lock the door so spill innie “ minho laughs as jeongin burrows his head deeper into my neck in embarrassment

I laugh and shake my head at both the boys , sliding my hands into jeongins hair the play with the back of it while he hides his face away from minho who’s cackling to himself now.

“Minho stop bullying the resident! And as much as I love the both of you …out! I want to nap before my surgeries! “ I say pulling away from the embrace and walking over to the door unlocking and gesturing both the men to leave .

“Rude” I hear both of them mutter before the leave the on call room, I quickly make my way over to one of the beds, setting a alarm on my phone before laying down completely. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to shut and the world to fade away.

Changbins pov ~

As I finish with my last physio therapy patient of the day, I smile wiping the sweat off my forehead after lifting the patient back into their wheelchair.

“You did great Bo ! I think you’ll only need a couple more sessions before we start on the sports rehab “

“That’s what you said the last time!” Bokuto whines a pout forming on his lips, you wouldn’t think this guy is one of the best volleyball players in Japan , he acts like a big kid most of the time. The guys built like a tank too…so this physio process has to be done right to avoid anything worse happening that could end his career.

“Bo like I said before, we don’t want to risk you not being able to play anymore! I think your team and the hospital would kill me if I put a world class athlete out of a job” I laugh slightly at the giant man pouting and push his wheelchair towards the door and signal for a nurse to come collect the giant man.

“I’ll see you on Thursday Bo okay?” The man nods before he’s wheeled away , i start cleaning up physio room , wiping down the equipment and putting everything away when my phone pings. It’s a text from jeongin…weird I thought he was with Chan today?

Now I’m really confused! But i resident would be helpful for my exfix in a few hours , just as I’m about to type out my message Felix Beats me too it.

That little! I groan as I put away the last of the equipment before checking the time on my phone . I’ve got a few hours before kihyuns surgery is due to start so I think I’ll go round on my post ops. I walk to the attending lounge where I grab a fresh pair of scrubs and head towards bathroom to have a quick shower. I lock the bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower waiting for it to heat up before I strip off my dirty scrubs and step under the streaming water. I start to wash my body and just as I’m about to rinse out my hair my phone pings loudly, I ignore it momentarily as I shake my hair out slightly getting rid as any suds as I can before my phone starts to ping again and again and again.

Oh no… I quickly turn off the shower and don’t even dry my body properly as I shake like a dog coming out of the water getting changed into the fresh scrubs and I quickly check my phone only having to see the numbers 911 and one of my post ops names next to it before I take off running down the halls.

“shit shit shit!!! Todays not my day!! “ I breathe a I run to my patients room where the nurses and interns are performing CPR on my patient!

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!” I shout out of breath from running and from panic.

Y/N POV ~

“Y/N…Y/N come on wake up sleepy head” i start to wake up to someone slightly shaking my shoulder and a soft voice calling my name . The shaking gets a little more violent as I refuse to move burrowing myself into the pillow more.

“You better have a good reason for this yunho or I’m going to kick your lanky ass” I mumble into the pillow face first .

“As cute at that threat is Y/N you need to get up” yunho chuckles as I sit up rubbing my eyes slightly

“ it wasn’t a threat…it was a promise . So spill why have you woke me up? “ I wink at yunho fixing my hair slightly as I yawn.

“Kihyuns surgery has been pushed to Tomorrow, one of Changbin’s patients had some unforeseen complications and has had to be rushed back into surgery they don’t know how long they’re gonna be” I pick the pillow i was just sleeping on up and bring it to my face screaming into slightly before pulling it away and looking at Yunhos face .

“Does the family know?” I say although I already know the answer from the way his face shifts uncomfortably, I roll my eyes and get up from the bed , my feet meeting the cool floor of the on call room. I walk over to a mirror to fix my bed head and straighten out my white coat and sit on the edge of my bed putting on my shoes.

“Thank you for letting me know , I’ll go inform them now. Keep my posted on Bins surgery though…please “ yunho nods waving his phone at me before walking out of the room .

Even though I’m not on his biggest fan ,I know this will hit him hard. I wasn’t joking when I said Changbin is one of the best in his field he rarely has post op problems so this is going to be a major blow to his ego. As much as I’d normally love seeing the mans ego be taken down a peg or two, but not like this…he deserves to have a big head, he’s good at what he does and there’s no denying that.

Once I’ve sorted out my appearance I step out of the room and start making my way to kihyuns room, as I do I look through one of the windows I’m passing to see jisoo in the room next door to kihyun. I giggle to myself at the irony of my two surgeries being next to eachother and quickly wave as I catch jisoos moms eyes following me . I pop my head into the room smiling.

“Settling in?” I giggle at jisoo who looks very content in her Bluey pajamas as the same show plays on one of her parents phones a small nod coming from the girl.

“I’ll be back soon after ive talked to the patient next door and finished getting prepped for the surgery . I’ll see you soon jisoo “ I smile and quickly remove my head from the doorway and walk to the next room that happens to be kihyuns.

“How are you feeling bud?” I put on my best smile for kihyun who briefly looks up from whatever he was playing on his phone giving me a nod before turning his attention back to his game.

His mom laughs slightly at her sons actions her body language a lot more relaxed than when I last saw her.

“I’m sorry doctor, he’s been stuck in that game for a hour now.”

I shake my head while giggling at kihyuns mothers words letting her know it’s okay , I quickly check his morphine drip and note mentally to tell the nurses that it will need refilling in a hour or two especially since his surgery has been postponed. Now to the tricky part telling a parent isn’t getting the surgery they need today.

“I’ve got some bad news, Doctor Seos been rushed into a emergency surgery so he won’t be able to do your surgery today kihyun. We will do it tomorrow! I promise but In the mean time ,I’ll make sure the nurses keep you comfortable though and just press your call button if you need anything. I’m so sorry” I bow at kihyun and his mother who I now know is called somin from reading over kihyuns chart.

“It’s all good”kihyun doesn’t look up from his game.

“No…No it’s not all good baby! Couldn’t another surgeon do it?! Surely you guys have other orthopaedics surgeons! “ Somin exclaims

“Mom chill out… it’s fine! Doctor seo can’t help being rushed into surgery and like Doctor L/N said he’s the best!. Don’t you want me to have best!” Kihyun exclaims throwing his phone down

“One of the best ,we do have other surgeons who could preform the surgery all who are excellent in their field but they all have their own patients and I cant say even if we changed surgeons the surgery would go ahead today” I butt in quickly

Somin just nods and looks down at her feet.

“I’m sorry for my outburst “ bowing her head slightly she walks over to her son and ruffles his hair slightly before kissing his head .

“No no please don’t apologise! I completely understand it’s scary having a child in the hospital and you just want them to get better quickly! Please don’t apologise “ I say frantically slightly waving my hands in panic.

“I’m really sorry I’ve got to go guys, I’ve got a surgery to prep for but like I said if you need anything just ring the call button and nurse will be in” I smile softly before heading towards the door and leaving , I quickly tap donghyuck/haechan one of our peads nurses and ask him to keep an eye on kihyun for me and monitor his pain meds to which he just smiles and nods at me placing a small tap on my head.

“Sure thing short stack”

I grumble at the nickname and poke him in the waist which makes him come out with a high pitched squeak. The noise draws the attention of a few other staff on the floor and Haechans face turns a satisfying shade of pink.

“Now now no need to violent geeez it’s always the short ones” before I can get a swipe at the nurse again he quickly goes into Kihyuns room to introduce himself.

I start to walk my way around the floor rounding on my patients making sure everyone’s comfortable as they can be and discharging a few who’s progress I’m happy with as I’m about to my way back to the on call room where I was previously napping before I was rudely interrupted.

I remember I should probably text Hyunjin and him which closing suture he thinks will better to not leave a nasty scar on jisoo. not that I’m not confident in my skills , it’s just he’s always been neater at these sort of things than me, anytime he closed a patient it hardly ever leaves a scar after it’s healed up. It’s why Sehun snatched him up quickly to be his fellow, I think he saw a lot of himself in Hyunjin or that’s at least what the chief says. I’m an attending I’ve done plenty of these surgeries! I don’t need hyunjin…I put my phone away deciding against texting him. Plus it’s his day off…he’ll probably just give me a sarcastic answer and I’m not in the mood for that today .

My phone buzzes bringing me out of my day dream once again, I pull it out and see a text from Seungmin.

I giggle at my own responses.He must really want something if he’s saying please, I start making my way towards the stairs deciding I’ve taken the elevator too much today . On my way to the stairs I pass the nurses station putting my iPad down onto the docking station, I notice a certain someone as stand up straight I make my way over to them as they have their back turned to me.

I stalk over to the person , I motion my finger to my lips so the nurse infront conversing with my target knowing not to let them know of my presence.

”BOO!” I shout and I stand on my tiptoes to press my hands on their shoulders in a jolting motion. A high pitched scream rips from the haechans throat as he spins around to face me his hand clutched over his chest. His high pitched scream causing attention on the floor to be on him once again.

“That’s for the short comment” I say laughing,my eyes start watering, I clutch my stomach with my right hand and wipe my tears with my left. Haechan does not look impressed with prank.I start to walk away winking and blowing a kiss at haechan before pushing the door to the staircase open.

I start making my way down the stairs, humming this new pop song that’s one of the teenagers on the floor hasn’t stopped listen too since she’d been admitted , the cardio floor is only a couple floors down from peads so it doesn’t take me long to arrive onto the floor pushing the door open I start looking around on the floor for the sign for the on call room seungmin said to meet him in. I don’t really come down here much not since being an resident at least. As I walk down the hallway I smile and bow politely at the head of cardio Doyoung who smiles back before turning back to his nurse. I finally finding the on call room seungmin said to meet him here only to see it’s empty.

Soon enough seungmin comes into the on call room, blood on his scrubs and hair dishevelled . I giggle as I take in his appearance but the giggle quickly goes away as he locks the door behind him.

“Promise me you won’t laugh” he says with a stern face.

“Minnie you’re scaring me , what’s wrong? “ I say a look of worry painting itself across my face as I step forward to seungmin.

“y/n swear to god you will not laugh”

“Okay okay I promise!, now tell me what’s wrong!” I say waving my hands up on the air in protest

“I think I’ve got an std…I need you to take a look” sengmins face going completely red now.

“WHAT! Why me?!?!” I say my eyes going wide and a small laugh leaves my throat which causes seungmin to glare at me

“Because well I didn’t know who to ask! And well the others will laugh! ” seungmin says now looking down at his shoes refusing to meet my eyes that’s a lie .

“…surely jisung would’ve been the better person ya know since he’s general “

“Oh yeah cause han fucking jisung wouldn’t laugh at me…please y/n I just need you to take a look because I’m not 100% sure what it is!. Surely you seen teenagers with these all the time!” Seungmin pleads looking me in the eye this time.

“You owe be big time…but I’m going to need gloves “ I say going to door unlocking it before stepping out to find the cardio supply closet, which I find relatively quickly I grab a pair of my sizes gloves from the glove draw stuffing them in my pocket before exiting the closet. I look around quickly checking no one saw me before going back into the on call room where seungmin is anxious standing against the wall.

“Well drop your pants Kim” I say putting on the gloves, a groan leaving seungmin as he hooks his fingers in the waist band of his scrub trousers and boxers pulling them down his face turning bright red.

“I have no idea how you became a doctor”

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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When you have the time, from the uncommon questions for college AU V: 15, 17, 18, 38, 40?

And for you, also regarding college AU V: A, B, C, H? :D

Hi love!! Thank you for the ask✨

College AU V:

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their minds?

Vincent rehearses it so hard, especially around Samurai and Rogue. He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and is genuinely scared to embarrass himself in front of Kerry and Johnny.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

Vincent is rather laidback for the most part, but does want people to think he’s cool (despite being very vocal about loving computers and dungeons and dragons.) but he tries to not let things get to him in that regard. He is who he is, he can’t change that and he’s loved for his quirks.

18. What does embarrass them?

Any mention that he ever dated a corpo, especially with his drastic change when he starts dating two rockerboys. And when he first met Kerry, and Kerry saw all his nerd shit, he loves his nerd shit but couldn’t help but notice that he was really taking things in. As well as actually showing off his drawings, he hates it. Mike and River have some of his stuff hung in their apartment and he begs them to take it down every time.

38. What Memory do they revisit often?

The first time he met Judy. He had just gotten suspended for fighting in middle school, and was walking around the city after sneaking out, and found an abandoned mall. When he got inside, a girl around his age was reading a comic book and they were instant friends. They found their first DnD books there, comic books. Their whole nerdy personality and friendship started there.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Vincent hates having his flaws pointed out. His ex boyfriend did it a lot, and maybe it comes with being an artist that he’s a perfectionist. It’s a reason he doesn’t like showing off his art outside of class or work, because he nitpicks at it so much he couldn’t stand if someone else saw it’s flaws. And maybe that’s a metaphor for his own life, nitpicking himself so much he can’t help but want to hide when he feels someone has found his own flaws.

Questions for me about Vincent✨

A. Why are you excited about this character?

I put a lot of me into Vincent, which could be a good or bad thing but I love him. Im beyond excited to share his story with you when it’s been beta-ed and finished, and I can’t wait for you all to meet him outside of the goofy stories I tell on here. I’m genuinely so proud of him and what I’ve put into his personality.

B. What inspired you to make them?

@mrssimply ‘Things You Can’t Learn In a Book’😭 I’ve read it so many times, and it’s stuck with me that I couldn’t stop thinking about it until next thing I knew, the green haired nerd we all know and love was born with a group of friends to play dnd with and falling in love with Kerry and Johnny. As well as @chaaistheanswer ‘s college AU. I actually used to not be into school type AUs until my brain wouldn’t stop thinking about it and now I read and look at both almost weekly now (so sorry for the tags, I just wanted to put credit where it was due😭❤️ love your works if you see this)

C. Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit into their own story?

Mmmmm yes and no, the whole college au was built around Vincent, but also couldn’t decide where I wanted him to be, what I wanted him to do or be like. As well as figuring out who his friends were, who he didn’t like, back story and such. Honestly I’m worried I put way too much detail into it and now it’s too complicated and everyone’s gonna be confused.

H. What trait do you admire the most?

I’m assuming this is about Vincent?? But probably his ability to forgive. He dates Johnny fucking Silverhand and Kerry fucking Eurodyne he’s gonna need to be able to forget, but also not letting it get to where he’s being pushed around. He and Kerry do have a very serious discussion about Johnny after something happens, and Vincent forgives him but also puts in some boundaries between the three, and nails it that he’s not leaving, and that he’s not mad, just that he’s gonna need a minute but he does forgive Kerry.

#AHHHHH my baby boy.#I love him so much #he’s my everything #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk college au #asks #vincent welles #vincent 2023 #2023 vincent

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quinn-borel · 7 months

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[Quinnmeric/Wolmeric Modern!AU. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.Part 4]

She stood there with her little denim shorts and billowing pink blouse as she pressed the ice cream cone to her lips. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the clouds had covered up the sun–yet the sun was already in front of him in the form of her smile. How she brightened such an overcast day with how her lips simply curled. Aymeric couldn’t help but to stare, and Quinn noticed it. She leaned over the railing and rolled her tongue over the tip of the soft serve–Aymeric averted his gaze immediately and looked out upon the harbor. The soft waves brushed against the wood of the pier, and the gulls above cried out in hopes that someone would give them a tasty treat. There was something serene about the environment which put him at ease, and the young man relaxed as he, too, leaned against the railing with his ice cream.

“Nice view, isn’t it?” she mused between licks, “Too bad it’s overcast now…”

“I’m still enjoying it.”

“Well, I’m glad.” She shifted slightly in his direction, gradually closing the two foot gap between them, “…I’ve really enjoyed my time out here with you, Aymeric.”

“I’ve really enjoyed my time out here with you as well, Quinn. Forgive me that I’m not used to really shopping around much.”

“Oh, hey, as long as you’re enjoying yourself, then that’s the important part, right?”

They each smiled at the other, yet both seemingly hiding their grins behind their cones. In truth, Aymeric had not spent so much time with someone alone since his past relationship. He never really cared to try, either–he was far too busy with work to necessarily think about trying to connect with someone else in such a way. Yet there he stood next to Quinn, completely relaxed and enjoying her company. It was a shame that he was only in town for two more days…

“You phone has been buzzing in your pocket like crazy.” Quinn pointed out, her gaze falling to his side as the light from his phone penetrated the fabric of his pants. Aymeric broke from his blissful daze as she said this, quickly pulling his phone out to see just who was trying to contact him. He had several messages from Lucia and Handeloup respectively detailing their need for certain documents and requests that he answer his emails. In truth, he hadn’t expected to be out as late as he did and had promised to get some work done from the hotel room that day. It wasn’t much of a vacation from work after all, he mentally noted. Aymeric then noticed that a curious pair of eyes had fallen upon his screen, right when Lucia’s name read across the message screen.

“My assistant.” he explained as he pocketed his phone, “She’s extremely persistent.”

“I see,” Quinn went back to her ice cream, “she’s really causing a stir, hmm?”

“Well, I’ll admit, I sort of left her and my other assistant hanging after my flight came in yesterday. I was supposed to let them know how the event went, but-”

“You were rather distracted.” Quinn interrupted with a wink and a devious smirk. Aymeric chuckled softly, for she was correct. The moment he arrived back in his hotel room the previous night he simply took a shower and flopped on the bed full of regrets with thoughts of her spinning in his mind. It was then that a tinge of confidence struck him in the moment, and he leaned in closer so that his words could reach her and only her,

“Mind you I have my regrets of not joining you.” he explained, “The two of us and a bottle of wine? Sounds delightful.”

Quinn was taken aback for a moment, eyes wide with a grin pulling at her lips. She then gently nudged him with soft giggles trickling from her person. She was at a loss for words, and if he could in that moment he’d have given himself a pat on the back. But he was only telling the truth–he wanted to spend more time with her, even if his work called for his return. The emails could wait, it was time that he had a little personal excursion.

“Whatever happened to starting your flirting with a compliment?” Quinn asked with a gentle jab.

“I said I was subtle.”

“Well,” she scooched over to him, effectively closing the gap between them, “what if I told you that–”

drip

...

“Shit.” they said in unison as another droplet hit Quinn square in the forehead. The clouds above weren’t simply there for show, nay, they were an omen for a rainstorm. An evening storm ripped through the skyline, leaving the pair little leeway before it started coming down. They left the pier before the worst of it hit, yet once they reached the main gate of the boardwalk they were already soaked. No umbrellas, no jackets, and barely any cover, Quinn and Aymeric stood in the rain at the crosswalk waiting to pass so that they could find shelter. No restaurant would take their soaking selves, Kwehbers were not fond of drippy patrons, and going into a shopping center would delay the inevitable–Quinn was freezing.

“My hotel isn’t far from here,” Aymeric checked the familiar landscape as they continued to quickly walk in the drizzle, “we can get some towels there.”

“G-good.” Quinn muttered as she stood closer to the heater that was Aymeric. While he dressed down in a button down and pants, she stood in the rain in a dripping chiffon blouse and shorts as if it were the middle of summer, not the end of spring. Quinn crossed her arms over her chest slightly shaking as they waited for the last crosswalk. The wind that came with the drizzle did not help, and she stood to his side in hopes he could shield her from the breeze, “I did not see this in the weather report.”

Aymeric put his arm around her and brought her closer for warmth, “Neither did I.”

There they stood in an unknowing embrace of sorts as they waited for the walk signal. Quinn didn’t seem to mind at all, for his body heat was enough to cut the chill for the moment. Aymeric, on the other hand, felt his pulse quicken once again. Despite the rain, he could still smell her perfume—that warm blend of raspberry and roses wafted in the air around them. Utterly tantalizing to his senses.

“It’s green let’s go.” Quinn urged him along the crosswalk, “I’m cold, Aymeric.”

“Right, sorry.” he swiftly followed her across the way, the pair eventually making it to the Exarch Hotel. Upon entering the main lobby, the concierge welcomed both of them with a somewhat sad look in their eyes seeing how their guests were sopping wet. Quinn looked around the place with wonder in her eyes,

“Wow, this place really is as fancy as they say.” she muttered under her breath. Aymeric fished his keycard out of his somehow dry wallet and motioned for her to follow him to the elevator. Somehow she seemed rather nervous to follow him, though the twitching in her lips may have been from the cold. The elevator ride was oddly silent, unlike their last ride together. Aymeric wasn’t one for conversation while he was wet either, so he understood that first and foremost she probably wanted to be dry before partaking in casual conversation again.

They eventually made it to his room on the fifth floor, Quinn still oddly silent as she followed behind him. Thinking nothing of the situation, Aymeric opened the door for her and and she scooched past him while taking in the sight of the suite.

“There should be fresh towels in the bathroom.” he said as he started for the wardrobe, “If there’s anything you need, let me know–”

As he turned he noticed her standing there rather awkwardly by the bathroom, words seemingly lost to her as she folded her hands in front of her. Aymeric blinked a few times in confusion, until he realized that her clothes were really the issue at hand…

...

He looked her up and down with red in his cheeks–she was certainly shorter than him, and her shoulders weren’t nearly as broad. Perhaps it could work...

“…I can lend you one of my shirts, if you need it.” he coughed. He noticed the pink in Quinn’s cheeks, obviously embarrassed to even ask him for help. However, she gave him a slow nod in response and her eyes followed him as he pulled a dark button-down from the wardrobe, folded neatly, and handed it to her. She gently grasped the cloth in her hands before slinking into his bathroom–as for Aymeric, he immediately turned away from her to show that he was giving her the utmost amount of privacy.

He instead quickly gathered himself up and changed out of his own damp clothing, hoping that Quinn wouldn’t walk in on him with his shirt undone or pants halfway up. But, she seemed to be taking her sweet time in the bathroom, allowing Aymeric to be fully changed and even go so far as to open up his laptop to check his messages. He even turned the TV on to bring some sort of ambience to the room–the news would suffice, though admittedly they weren’t discussing anything in particular he cared about.

Just as he was typing up an email to Lucia, the door to the bathroom creaked open and there stood Quinn in just his button down, having abandoned her blouse and shorts so that they could hang dry over the tub. Aymeric did his damndest not to look at her, his gaze still on his laptop screen.

“Feel better?” he asked, though his words were slightly cracked when they left his throat.

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her.

“Yeah.” Quinn sighed as she plopped on the edge of the bed, staring at the TV for a bit before looking over towards Aymeric. She simply watched him type away on his laptop, and he could feel her eyes on him as he did so. Was she expecting him to do something? He was just being a gentleman about the whole situation–she was practically half-dressed in his hotel room and he would not take advantage of that…right? He bit his bottom lip trying to combat the boyish urge in his soul that begged for him to join her on the bed. He knew better than to saunter over to her while she sat there in a vulnerable state. He already took his chances with his flirting earlier, he wouldn’t test his luck further.

Yet when he glanced over the edge of his laptop their gazes met–she looked so…lonely, sitting there awkwardly by herself. Her gaze seemed to beg him to join her, not in a sultry way, but more in a ‘please don’t make this more awkward by sitting halfway across the room’ way. So after sending Handeloup a message, Aymeric shut his laptop and slowly made his way over to his bed. Quinn crossed her legs and sat back, watching his every movement as if it was some sort of test. He kept eye contact with her, trying not to look so boyish as she gaze upon her frame in his shirt, or stare at her bare and shapely legs.

“Warming up?” he asked as he finally plopped down, eyes still fixated on hers.

“Yeah, thank you. Really, I appreciate it.”

“…You know,” he laughed slightly, “I will say, this is not how I expected this day to go, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” she laughed along with him, “I honestly didn’t expect to be wearing your shirt by the end of the evening.”

“Well…” he finally broke his gaze from her, looking her up and down to see how his own button-down looked on her. It was loose-fitting, that was for sure, and it appeared that the chest had enough room for her to fit in comfortably. Overall, she looked very cozy. “…you look like you belong in it.”

What the hell was that supposed to imply!???

“O-Oh?” Quinn asked, putting her hand to her chest with a small smile, “Aymeric…how bold of you to say.”

“Wait-”

“No, no.” Quinn teased him as she leaned towards him, “I think I know what you meant by that.”

“Quinn, I–” he wheezed, “I meant that…Ya know what? I don’t even know what I meant to say.”

She couldn’t help but to giggle at him–oh, her sweet laughter filled his ears once more causing a stir in his core. The whole situation, if anything, caused an old feeling in his gut to resurface. The feeling of butterflies in his stomach, of a heat in his chest, and an absolute mess in his head as his thoughts raced and his boyish wants and needs came to the forefront.

He may have been in love, even.

“…I do love your laugh.” he admitted, his voice low so that she had to lean in closer to hear him,

“…do you, now?”

“It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“Am I?”

Quinn nodded in agreement as she leaned in closer to him , “Very. I like you, Aymeric.”

He parted his lips to speak, yet the way she closed in on him left him speechless. She placed her hand on his thigh and cocked her head slightly, her half-lidded gaze still somehow piercing through him, despite that he could have sworn he was in control of the situation. But alas, Quinn seemed to have the upper hand, and her admittance to enjoying his company only fueled the fire in his chest. Instead of fighting his urges, he relaxed and allowed Quinn to have her fun with him–it was what he desired deep down, after all.

She gently pressed her lips against his, and he returned the favor by doing the same. They each grinned rather bashfully before Quinn went in for another kiss, her grip on his thigh tightening ever so slightly.

Her lips were pillowy soft, and as they pulled away he could taste a hint of her strawberry gloss upon his lower lip. Quinn’s hand abandoned his thigh so that she could touch his chest, a warm heat blossoming in his abdomen as she did so.

“I like you, too, Quinn…” he whispered before she pressed another kiss to his lips. But Aymeric wanted to take it further than just chaste pecks. His desire got the best of him in that moment, and he parted his lips for her, allowing her tongue to slip in with ease. But where were his hands to go? While Quinn’s palm was slowly dragging itself down his chest, his remained idle in hopes that maybe she would guide him.

“Is everything alright?” she asked quietly as they parted, leaning back to allow him some space.

“Hm?” he leaned towards her instinctively, wanting for another, “Everything is fine. Great, even.”

“I guess I’m just surprised you’re not all over me.” Quinn brushed her bangs to the side rather timidly, “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

“What?” Aymeric felt a cold chill down his spine–he was acting rather cautiously, too cautiously in fact. He was sending the wrong signals to Quinn. Yes, he was timid, but only because he feared overstepping her boundaries. It became quite clear to him that Quinn expected more from him, though how much more he couldn’t quite figure out. She was just as hard for him to read as he was to her, apparently, “No, not at all. Are you?”

“No.” a simple statement spoke with a warm smile as she resituated herself on the bed. Aymeric closed the gap between them once more, allowing his free hand to attach itself to her upper thigh so that he could feel her smooth, warm skin against his palm. He ran his hand along her skin as their kisses became passionate, Quinn hooking her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her. A stray hand entangled itself in his dark sable locks, while Aymeric’s hands deviously wandered upwards but stopped short of her ribcage.

“You can touch them…” she whispered, her gaze flickering down to his hands then back to him. She noticed the jolt in his Adam’s apple as he swallowed at the mere thought of groping her. Quinn couldn’t help but to giggle as she pressed him for another kiss. By her leave did he drag both hands from her sides to her breasts, giving each of them a firm squeeze which left her squeaking with delight.

“Oh, by the Fury, you’re adorable.” he huffed into her lips. She continued to giggle into each kiss, pleased with how he was handling her. It was then that their shared passion grew hotter, each of them softly moaning into the other before Aymeric took the lead in nudging her to lay down. She continued to keep her arms locked around him as he rolled her onto her back, his lips moving from her own down to her neck. Another moan coming from her shook him to his core, and he couldn’t help but to roughly push himself against her leg–his jeans grew ever-so-tight in that moment, and Quinn noticed. Yet before she would by instinct part her legs for him, her eyes widened for a moment,

“Shit.” she hissed. Aymeric immediately let up, hovering over her with concern in his eyes,

“What’s wrong?”

She looked over at her purse then back to him, her brow furrowed in disappointment,

“I don’t have a condom on me…”

It took him a moment to realize the precarious situation he was in. Of course he wasn’t planning on having sex at all during his trip, so he was in the same boat as her. Yet she lay there underneath him, nearly undressed, and absolutely prime for the taking. The opportunity was within his grasp, yet he knew better. They knew better…

He softly sighed with a smile, “That’s quite alright. Haha...ah…sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry…”

Aymeric slowly went back to his seated position on the bed, Quinn soon following. The passion they shared immediately left the room, leaving it somewhat cold and barren. Aymeric rubbed the back of his neck, the feeling of Quinn’s fingers entangling in his hair still lingered,

“I guess we got a little carried away there.” he said, “…Though I will say that was…something.”

“Yeah.” she shot back with a soft smile, “That was…great, actually.”

They both sat there awkwardly, Aymeric’s need still blatantly showing through his jeans. Quinn’s eyes fell to the lump between his legs and her lips curled into a devious smile.

“Well,” she leaned into him once more, her lips grazing his ear, “I can still help you with that.”

“Y-you don’t have to.” he wheezed, yet Quinn was already tugging at his belt.

“Nonsense,” she cooed, “I can’t just blue ball you like that.”

Aymeric sighed, leaning back to allow Quinn better access to his belt and zipper. His mind was a haze–he couldn’t quite grasp the situation at hand. First, they were simply enjoying the other’s company. Next, she was barely dressed and making out with him. Now…

Well, Quinn’s phone began to ring once more in her purse. Quite obnoxiously, at that. The sound of her ringtone was a tad bit of an irritant to Aymeric, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he wished for it to stop–it wasn’t exactly aiding the mood.

“Son of a-” Quinn abandoned Aymeric’s pants to go to her purse, pulling out her phone with an irritated “Yes?”

A moment of silence…

…

“I’m busy right now” she grumbled, “...It’s none of your business…what do you mean right now? I’m on the–No. No. Are you serious? Now?”

Aymeric awkwardly sat there watching her, unsure as to whether he should zip his jeans back up or not…

“…This is the last time this weekend I do this. Ok? Fine. I’ll call a cab and be right over.” as she ended the call, the look of irritation blatant upon her features. In fact, she almost looked disgusted.

“Is everything alright?” Aymeric asked. Quinn sighed and turned to him,

“Work.” she simply stated, “Minfilia was rather vehement that I come to a dinner meeting right now…”

“I know that feeling all too well.”

“I’m…sorry.” she looked off to the side, “I really wasn’t expecting for this to happen.”

“You’re fine, Quinn.”

“Yeah, but…are you going to be alright?”

“Me? I’ll be fine.”

He watched the slump in her shoulders as she made way towards the bathroom to get dressed. All that Aymeric could do was wait patiently for her and see her off once her Kwehber arrived. She would not leave him without a kiss, however. Their lips touched briefly before the elevator closed on them both, Aymeric wasting no time in grabbing his phone as he walked back to his room.

A younger version of himself would have instantly messaged Haurchefant to tell him about the situation. However, he chose to pull Quinn’s name up first and foremost, ignoring the slew of messages from both his assistants.

> Dinner tomorrow?

She immediately messaged back,

> I would love to. <3

#quinnmeric #wolmeric #Modern AU #ffxiv #fanfiction #long post #aymeric de borel #Quinn Varria #ope there it is #excuse me you two this is a PG-13 rated space!#cock blocked by Minfilia #Pray return to the waking sands QUINN

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purple-dahlias · 1 year

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Reesker two miserable people meet at a wedding au? Lmao

Ava winces as she slips her feet out of the heels that were more suited to the description of a vice rather than a shoe, trying as inconspicuously as possible to massage away at least some of the pain. It wasn’t working.

Draining her glass, she curses Connor for convincing her to come along to this wedding of some Chicago socialite friend of his, and even more so for abandoning her to make pleasantries with the other guests, of whom she knew no one. It had left her in a position where she’d been obliged to make small talk with perfect strangers, and she was sure her face was starting to cramp from the effort of the forced smiles. And it didn’t help that she’d chosen the worst possible shoes for the occasion. If they could even be called shoes. So the first chance she had, Ava had made a beeline for a table in the corner, one where she could watch the comings and goings of all the guests, and where she was sure (mostly) no one would venture over to try and talk to her.

Leaning an elbow on the confetti-covered table, Ava rests her head in her hand, trying to distract herself by thinking about the OR schedule for tomorrow and how she planned to exact her revenge by giving Connor all the mundane procedures and paperwork.

Her thoughts, however, are interrupted by the scraping of a chair, and a more-than-audible sigh, and Ava looks up to see a woman in a deep green dress with curly brown hair seated across from her, frantically typing away on her phone. Clearly the woman senses Ava looking at her, and she herself looks up.

“You don’t mind me sitting here do you, it’s just this seems like—“

“The best place to be if you don’t want to be approached,” Ava finishes.

“Yeah,” the woman agrees. “Oh, you’re referring to me, aren’t you,” she continues, looking somewhat flustered.

Ava realises her error. For someone who always knew exactly what to say, it clearly wasn’t working out tonight. She puts it down to the agony her feet are in.

“No, no. Just. Most everyone else at this ridiculous event.”

“Take it you’re not one for weddings then?”

“Well. Definitely not ones where I don’t know anyone and I’ve been abandoned by the very man who practically begged me to come with him.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. But how about you? You don’t exactly come across as someone who wants to be here either.”

“That would be because I don’t. My mother was supposed to be here, but she couldn’t make it and sent me instead and my boyfriend was supposed to come with me but, well, he’s not my boyfriend anymore and—“ the woman stops, suddenly aware of what she was saying. “Sorry, I don’t know why I decided to say all that to a perfect stranger, I don’t even know your name. Clearly tonight’s not my night.”

Ava waves her off. “No need to be sorry,” she assures. “That sounds like a lot to be dealing with in one night.”

“Yeah,” Sarah muses, trailing off. This woman didn’t even know the half of it.

“We’re a right miserable pair, aren’t we?” Ava laughs. “I’m Ava, by the way.”

“Sarah.”

Ava watches as Sarah fiddles with the watch around her wrist, and then with the owl pendant around her neck, and she realises what it is that has been bugging her about this woman.

“Not to be like that but… I’m sure I’ve seen you around at the hospital. Med?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m a psych resident there,” Sarah tells her, glad for the change in subject. She didn’t exactly want to be airing the details of her personal life at a dimly lit table at a wedding reception in front of a perfect stranger.

“CT surgeon.”

“Oh, you must know Connor then? Dr Rhodes?”

Ava purses her lips. “Yes. He’s actually here. Somewhere around.”

“Really?”

“I know, I too was shocked to find out that not only does our Dr Rhodes know people, they also more than tolerate him.”

Sarah stifles a laugh.

“So, Sarah, how long you planning on staying here?”

“Not long much longer. I’ve been seen by the people I was supposed to be here for, so,” she shrugs. “How about you?”

“As soon as I regain feeling in my feet, I’m out of here. Connor can stay. This is the last time I ever do any favours for him,” she punctuates her words waving a black heel in the air.

“You driving?” Sarah asks, concerned.

Ava groans, realising. “Connor drove us. I’ll have to call an Uber or something.”

“I can drive you? I don’t mind,” Sarah offers, quietly.

“No, no you’ve already had an ordeal yourself this evening,” Ava says firmly.

“It’s fine, really,” Sarah insists, and Ava doesn’t really have enough fight in her to say no.

“Well then we’re stopping off to get food on the way. The stuff here is abysmal. I’m sure even the hospital cafeteria food is better than whatever they’ve got going on here.”

Sarah laughs, and Ava thinks it’s a nice sound. Though perhaps she’d had one too many glasses to drink that evening.

“Deal.”

#ask #this is terrible lol #sarah reese #ava bekker #reesker #< kind of? more like pre-reesker #chicago med #cj tag

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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A New Era - Ch 2 of 11

Bad and Ant find this all too familiar.

[CW: referenced past character death]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 3

Mafia AU masterpost

~ Bad ~

It’s been years since Bad has stepped into that office. It hasn’t changed. Unless the signs of a struggle count for something, but Bad can’t actually find much sign of Skeppy having occupied the space. The dark cherrywood panels to disguise the more brutal shell of the warehouse are still decorated by the same paintings Bad had put there years ago. Bad would’ve expected something a bit more flashy. A crystal sculpture, a chandelier, something. But it seems that Skeppy had left it intact. Bad can’t help but wonder if it was in the hopes of him coming back one day.

Bad rights the fallen desk chair. It doesn’t change the disarray caused by the blood on the floor. “Oh, Skeppy, what have you gotten us into…” He murmurs, brushing a hand against the armrest of the worn leather desk chair, knowing less than 48 hours ago Skeppy had been here, in reach. Maybe if he had never left, Skeppy would still be here.

Antfrost returns, hesitating in the doorway at the sight of his old friend looking so lost.

“Yes, Ant?” Bad says without looking up from the desk.

“I’ve sent out a few vines, just to scope things out. I haven’t told anyone the details yet. Just told them to ask around, see if anything suspicious happened around here last night,” Ant enters the room.

“Good, thank you, Ant.”

Ant is finding it hard to read Bad’s expression. He looks tired, but not much else. “How’re you… dealing, with everything?” He asks carefully.

“As well as I can be,” Bad remains calm, unfeeling. Ant knows him better.

“He’s valuable, Bad. If they just wanted him dead, they would’ve left the body behind,” Ant knows it isn’t especially comforting, but it’s the best he can do right now.

Bad exhales something almost like a laugh. “Right. Skeppy sure is valuable, huh?” This dry dulcet tone of his is familiar to Ant. It never means anything good. Not that Ant is concerned for himself, rather he knows Bad is already slipping in some way.

“Yeah, he is. And it’s been less than 24 hours. They want us to get scared before they issue demands,” Ant continues. It’s a pathetic consolation, but again, it’s all he has to give.

Bad takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, nails digging into the leather on the armrest. “What if– What if they–“

“What if they kill him to send a message?” Ant finishes for him, cold and sure.

Bad looks up at him, eyes wide, stricken and almost guilty even though Ant had been the one to voice the thought aloud, but they both had been thinking it. None of this is unfamiliar to them, they had shared the same terrible thought the moment they knew Skeppy was gone, and it had remained present and haunting ever since: Velvet.

Ant continues slowly, carefully, letting the grief that had remained alive and coiled inside of his chest instead unfurl into brutal conviction. “They haven’t sent a message yet, we can only assume they’re keeping him alive for a reason.” His words feel hollow and useless on his tongue. Last time, they had all believed it. They believed it for the days it took for Velvet to be returned to him. Ant knows they’re on the clock, a timeline unknown and out of their control. “And it doesn’t matter, because we’re going to get to him first.” Unspoken, but Ant knows that Bad understands: we’re not losing anyone else.

Bad nods once. “Okay… okay. We’ll get to Puffy first. Talk to her.”

“Yeah, I've had one of ours get in touch with someone down at the docks and… we’ll see if she gets back to us,” Ant sighs.

They can plan all they want, they can be as determined as they want, but the city is still big and complicated and full of too many corners to hide in. Even if someone had seen something, until they come forward the Badlands will remain at the mercy of others. Until an ultimatum or discovery is made by someone else.

“Until then, Ant,” Bad sits down at his old desk. “Tell me how things have been going without me, hm?”

“Good, actually pretty good,” Ant will indulge this distraction. “You know how we got into the police station? It’s because we… we had an arrangement with– you’re not gonna believe this, Ponk, who works for Schlatt. I mean, not anymore, the arrangement was so they could stop working for Schlatt, but they were definitely living dangerously already. Their boyfriend is the Police Captain. So, yeah, we got you what you wanted, but we also have been hearing everything the Captain complains about,” Ant can’t hold his wry amusement. “I think you remember the Police Captain, Bad.”

“Mhm, and how’s our old friend Sam holding up?”

“Considering how many favors it took for Ponk to buy protection for them both? Not as well as he could be,” Ant says with false pity. “We’ve been driving him crazy for weeks now. Ambushing officers, changing locations when they were getting too close, figuring out our own rats, fun stuff like that.”

“Hm,” is all Bad says, but it’s clear he’s approving. “Income?”

“The old classics, money laundering, the occasional blackmail,” Ant shrugs. “You know, getting that close of a source to the cops was… insanely powerful. And Skeppy gave it up. We could’ve broken into the station, you know. To get what you wanted. Easily.”

“And you would’ve been caught,” Bad says. He knows where this is going.

“Yeah. And the last thing you want is… a certain someone knowing the Badlands are interfering with the police,” Ant continues carefully, circling the room, eyes following the blood on the floor. “He did that for you, you know. Skeppy did.”

Bad knows Ant isn’t trying to hurt him. The opposite, in fact. Bad still feels like Ant is twisting the knife in an already raw wound. “I know.”

“I know Skeppy has… pretty much mastered being ruthless in your place–”

“He was always good at that, he didn’t need to fill my shoes, he was always a force to be reckoned with,” Bad murmurs.

“I know,” Ant says not unkindly. “But, despite all that ruthlessness, he really cares about you. A lot.”

Bad’s hands are balled into fists in his lap, he almost doesn’t want to speak for fear of his voice shaking and he also wants to tell Ant he is crossing a line but instead he just nods.

Ant is struggling to offer some comfort. “I know you didn’t want to come back, Bad. Especially not like this. But Skeppy knows you care about him too. And when we get him back, things can go back to the way they were, right?”

“Who said I didn’t want to come back?” Bad says, too calm, too mild tempered.

“Well, you did, right? You’re the one who wanted to… be better for Sapnap’s sake,” Ant hopes this doesn’t sound like an accusation.

“Exactly. For Sapnap’s sake,” Bad’s tone remains cool and level. “I never wanted to leave. This was my family, my home. I left because I had to, to get back into Sapnap’s good graces, sure,” Bad exhales a bitter laugh. “Hm. That hasn’t worked out so far, right? It’s only been… what is it now, five years since my retirement?”

Ant says nothing.

“No,” Bad continues. “Retirement doesn’t suit me, I think. And at this point, I think I’ll have a better shot of reaching out to Skeppy right now than Sapnap.”

Ant can’t say he disagrees.

Both of them almost go for their guns when the phone still on the desk starts to ring. They both relax a modicum, exchanging furtive glances. It continues to ring. Bad realizes it’s his to answer now. Bad picks up the phone, but he doesn’t say a word.

“It’s Punz.”

Bad isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or frustrated that it isn’t a ransome. “What is it? Skeppy?”

“No, Bad. I’m sorry. He’s definitely gone then?” Punz does sound genuinely concerned, but Bad doesn’t have the patience for his sympathies.

“Yes– What is it, then?” Bad says more sharply.

“It’s… I don’t know how much you know about this, but your cop informant just got taken in.”

“What?” Bad pulls back, nodding Ant over to listen in as well.

“Yeah. They’re at the station now. So, if they know something you don’t want the cops to know, might want to get them out. Looks like it was a rough arrest and I’m guessing it’s not getting any easier.”

Bad sighs. He doesn’t care about this right now, he knows he should. “Got it, thank you, Punz. We’ll… we’ll send a little something extra to your pay, alright?”

“I’ll accept, but you know that’s not why I told you. The Badlands have looked out for me, just thought I’d return the favor. Speaking of, I’ll keep an ear out for word on Skeppy,” a pause, weighted by static over the line. “I’m sorry, Bad.”

“Don’t be. We’ll take care of this. Thank you for doing what you did. Stay safe,” Bad hangs up before he can get any more sympathies. “So, this informant.”

“Ponk.”

“Yes, our old friend Ponk," Bad continues. "They’ve been arrested. I guess Sam's new moral compass is just as sticky as I remember. What do they know about what we got from the police station?”

“Uh, not much,” Ant thinks back carefully. “But… they could mention working for the Badlands. That would be enough to…”

“Get Sapnap to put his guard back up, yes,” Bad feels a headache forming. He hasn’t missed this part of the job at all. “Alright, I will stay here, keep looking, see who I can get ahold of. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t urgent, but there aren’t many people I trust with this, with getting that close to Sapnap, and…” Bad sighs. “Would you keep an eye on them at the station? If they get let out too soon, you’ll know what to do.”

Ant nods grimly. “How far?”

“Try not to kill them. Unless it’s obvious they snitched. Play it carefully. Let’s not be too hasty, alright?” Bad says generously.

“Got it. I’ll check back in later,” Ant still hesitates. “Are you gonna be okay here alone?”

“What?” Bad glances up at him, still surprised. “Well, if whoever attacked Skeppy comes back for more, that would be ideal, wouldn’t it? Be nice to know who we’re up against here.”

Ant laughs dryly. “Alright, fair enough. Just… take care of yourself, Bad.”

“You too, Ant.”

Bad is once again alone in his– and then Skeppy’s and now his again– office. All that’s left out of place is still the blood on the floor. Bad gives himself this moment to press his forehead to the cool surface of the desk. He forces himself to breathe.

“We’re not losing our best friend, m’kay?” He speaks softly, eyes still closed. “We’re going to save him. And we’re going to destroy whoever did this.” Bad laughs, his voice almost distorted pressed against the wood. “Betcha Skeppy will like that part.”

#my writing #mafia au #THIS IS SHORT IM SORRY #im not used to writing badlands and I'm trying to get the tone right so any feedback would be much appreciated!#c!bad #badboyhalo #c!antfrost #antfrost

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tinyinvadr · 2 years

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Why have I never thought to do this until now??? My username on here is tinyinvadr, and yet I’ve never done a fic with a tiny Zim!

So I was in a long car ride the other day, and this idea just hit me for an entire AU where the Irkens are smol but still super militaristic and trying to take over the universe. It starts off pretty much the same as the show, where the Tallest send Zim away on a fake mission just to get rid of him, and he ends up on Earth.

Also, PAKs work somewhat differently in this AU in that they aren’t actually forms of life support, but are purely indoctrination devices that keep all the Irkens brainwashed, and they believe that removing their PAKs will kill them, but it actually just wipes their memory, freeing them from the empire’s influence, but leaving them very confused and vulnerable.

This story’s basically like a reverse Iron Giant situation where Zim crash lands on Earth, and his PAK comes off in the crash, and then he’s discovered by Dib. I’ll just shut up now and get to the story!

Tiny Alien

Prologue

Every night, I did the same thing. I’d climb up to the roof, gaze up at the stars, and try to imagine the distant worlds far beyond our own.

There really is so much we don’t know about space. There could be anything out there, and right now, we don’t have the technology to really see any of it. It’s scary, the unknown, but it’s also exciting.

Space gives me this sense that anything is possible. Sure, you could think about meteor showers, or full-on alien invasions, but I like to think of the unknown as unlimited potential. Surely, if there really are other worlds out there, at least one of them must be right for me, right?

I can safely say that I never really felt like I belonged on Earth. It’s not something I tell people a lot, because they always assume I’m crazy, but that’s not the case.

From a very young age, I noticed that everyone else seemed to have their place in this world. Even my sister, who’s content to just hang out alone in her room all day playing video games. But my whole life, it’s felt like no one can understand me. I try to tell myself every day that I’m just like everyone else, but it just keeps feeling more and more like I’m lying.

I’m a social outcast, I get average grades in school, I’m not particularly good at anything that could be considered useful… and yet, still I hope that there’s somewhere out there for me. Or at least, someone I can truly call a friend. Then maybe I wouldn’t feel like this anymore.

At that moment, I saw a shooting star. I knew it was kind of childish, and my Dad would go into a whole speech on how illogical it is if I ever told him about it, but when I saw that gliding light, I made a wish.

“Please… if anyone’s out there… come find me…”

Chapter 1

It was the start of a new skool year. The first day played out exactly how I expected. Awful teacher? Check. Even worse classmates? Check. Food poisoning from lunch? Check.

I couldn’t be upset, it was the same routine every year. One giant waste of my time that I wanted to be over as soon as possible.

After the final bell rang, I met up with Gaz so we could walk home. I tried to ask her how her day was, but she isn’t much for conversation. When we got back to the house, we saw the strangest thing.

It looked like a little toy spaceship, but it wasn’t mine. I asked Gaz if it belonged to her, but she hadn’t seen it before either. I picked it up, and she glared at me with disgust.

“That thing’s super dirty, Dib. Put it back.”

I couldn’t help but notice the incredible amount of detail on the ship. It was made out of real metal, and the window was made of glass. I figured it had to be some sort of expensive collectible, since it looked way too fragile to be a kids’ toy.

Then, I noticed that something was rattling around inside when I tilted it. I couldn’t see what was in there due to the window’s pink tint, but there was definitely something.

I tried to pull the top open, but it wouldn’t budge, and I didn’t want to try pulling any harder in fear of breaking it.

“I’m gonna go grab some of Dad’s tools to see if I can open this thing.” I said as I went inside the house.

“I don’t care.” Gaz replied, following me in to head off to her bedroom.

I took a couple mini screwdrivers and brought the spaceship to my room. I put it down on my desk, but before I could even think about trying to open it, I heard something moving inside again, though it sounded like it was moving on its own this time. Almost as if… something was alive in there.

Leaning in closer to my desk, the window suddenly popped open, and inside, a tiny green alien blinked back at me.

My brain could barely process what I was seeing, and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like time froze for a few seconds.

After the shock wore off, the alien immediately backed up, trying to flatten himself against his seat, a terrified look in his big pink bug eyes.

“Stay back! Back!” He shouted. “Please, you can’t! I’m too young to die!”

I backed up a bit, though he still didn’t calm down. “Hey, hey, you’re good, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The alien looked around the room, whipping his head in every direction. “W-What is this place? WHO ARE YOU?!”

“I-I found your ship outside and brought it home to try and open it. I didn’t realize you were in here. Look, I know this is probably terrifying, but just calm down, and…”

“Calm? How can I possibly be calm? One minute I’m on Irk about to receive my PAK, and the next I’m on an unfamiliar planet being cornered by a giant alien monster!”

I backed off even further. “I’m not cornering you! And I’m not a monster, I’m a human. My name is Dib, and you’re on the planet Earth. I’m… guessing you’re pretty far from home. But you’ve got your ship, you can just fly back, right?”

His panic shifted to a blank expression, as if he hadn’t thought of trying to fly away before I said something. “Huh. Oh yeah. I guess you’re right.”

The front window closed again, and after a few seconds, I heard the sound of motors whirring. I couldn’t help but stare in wonder. I was really about to watch a tiny spaceship take off.

It lifted off into the air and hovered for a moment, then shot forward right into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. Luckily for the alien, I caught the ship before it could crash on the floor.

After catching my breath, I noticed there wasn’t any movement coming from the ship anymore. “Uh… you alright in there, little guy?” I asked, lightly tapping on the window.

I did manage to notice the faint sound of him muttering to himself, so I held the ship up to my ear to try and hear what he was saying.

“I’m trapped, there’s no way out of this, I’m gonna die here, I don’t know where I am, I can’t get home, no one can tell me what to do, I dunno how to fix this ship, I don’t even remember HAVING a ship, what is HAPPENING?!”

The poor guy was panicking even more than he was before. I couldn’t blame him, though. I imagine I’d be just as scared if I were in his shoes.

“Hey, little alien, can you open the window again? I wanna talk to you.”

There was no response, but eventually, the window popped open. The alien refused to make eye contact, though.

“I know this is… weird… it’s weird for me too, but I’m sure I can find some way to help you get home. I dunno how yet, but I bet if I do some research…”

“Human… that is what you said you were, right? It’s not that simple. Even if my ship is repaired, I don’t have my PAK. Irkens aren’t truly alive without one, and I don’t know how long I have left to live. I’ll never make it in time.”

This feeling came over me that’s honestly still hard to explain. I guess it was all my childhood fantasies of meeting an alien calling out to me at once. A real-life being from outer space had ended up in my home, and from what he was telling me, he was in danger. And I just… I waited so long for this, and I wasn’t about to lose him right after I only just found him.

“No, don’t say that. You’re gonna make it. You’ll get back home, you’ll get that, uh, “pack” thing, just let me help you.”

His gaze finally met mine again, a look of confusion on his face. “Why?” He asked, bluntly.

“Hey, no need to get defensive. I genuinely wanna help you. Plus, you’re gonna need me to cover for you. It’s probably best we keep your existence on the down-low. Earth isn’t really used to visitors, and if anyone other than me saw you, they’d… let’s just say, it wouldn’t end well.”

The alien eyed me suspiciously. “I see. So I’m just supposed to trust you. Again. Why?”

I hated to admit it, but he made a good point. He had no reason to trust me, and there was nothing I could think of that could convince him. “I… I don’t…”

“Son? Are you home?”

I heard Dad’s voice and the sound of footsteps quickly approaching. Acting fast, I grabbed the alien out of the ship and stuffed him into my coat pocket, then slid the ship underneath my bed.

Dad opened the door and came in to lecture me about science or whatever. I wasn’t really paying attention, since my focus was mainly on keeping the alien in my grasp without restricting him too much. It was weird feeling him squirm in my hand, but I had to keep acting natural until Dad left. He was the last person I wanted to find out about this. As much as I wanted him to take my passion for the supernatural seriously, I couldn’t risk this creature’s life just to prove a point to him.

The second Dad left, I pulled the alien back out. Though he looked angry, he was physically shuddering. “I’m sorry, I had to. My Dad’s one of the people who can’t know about you.”

“I… I don’t understand… You really do want to protect me, but why?”

I let out a sigh and sat down on my bed, placing the little alien on my knee. “To be honest, I don’t know either. But I don’t think that really matters, you know?”

He thought it over for a second, then for the first time, he gave the slightest smile. “Yeah, I guess I can live with that. Thanks, Dib. Oh, and I’m Zim, by the way.”

I offered my finger to him, as if to shake his hand, but he didn’t seem to get it. “Is this a human thing? Okay, guess I’ll do it too.”

He then proceeded to point at me, staring endlessly. “So, how long do we do this for?”

I forced down the fit of laughter threatening to burst out, and gave him the simplest answer I could. “As long as you want, Zim.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #giant tiny #invader zim

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