#and another one is pn his side

[choco-not-here]

Val and Vox Tickle Fight~

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Part 2 - Lee!Val x Ler!Vox

Ft: Velvette

It's been a couple of days since Val completely violated Vox. Vox has been thinking what the hell to do. Valentino has FOUR. ARMS. Val could EASILY slip one of his hands to tickle Vox instantly. Vox had trouble, so he went to his... friend for help.

"VELVETTE!!" Vox bardged into Velvette's office, making her jump

"AH-- Fuck Vox! What do ya want?!" Velevette yelled, slamming her hands on her desk

"Calm down. Anyway, you got handcuffs?"

Velvette blinked. "Handcuffs? What would you need handcuffs for?"

"Not important. Do you have any?"

"Pink fluffy handcuffs?"

"...Don't make it kinky." Vox growled a little, making Velvette snicker

"Alright, alright. Do you want the handcuffs to dig in or?.."

"Something like a pillow."

"Kinda like an ankle brand thing?"

"Sure."

"Kay..." Velevette opened a drawer and ramadged through the things inside it. Finally, she pulled one out. "Here." She tossed Vox the handcuffs, and he caught them with one hand perfectly.

"...Why do you even have these again?"

"No apparent reason. Why do you even need those?"

"No apparent reason. Have another pair?"

"Yeah." Velvette tossed him another pair, which hit him in the face

"OW!!"

"HAHA!!!" Velevette laughed. Vox just growled and picked up the handcuffs.

"Thanks, ya bastard." Vox scoffed and walked out, slamming the door behind him

M E A N W H I L E

Val was chilling on his couch, completely zoned out. Then, two hands covered his eyes

"WAH--" Val kinda screamed. "WHO THE FUCK--"

"Guess who~" Vox hummed. Val chuckled.

"I don't know~ Maybe a short TV man?~"

"I- That's just mean!>:(" Vox huffed.

"Yeah?~"

"Just close your eyes, you damn moth..."

"If you say so~" When Vox uncovered Val's eyes, Val closed em. Vox walked in front of Val and grabbed his upper arms, and handcuffed his wrists. And then grabbed his lower arms and handcuffed those wrists.

"...Should I be concerned Vox?" Val finally opened his eyes once he was handcuffed.

"Kinda..." Vox chuckled a bit.

"So... Val..."

"Hm?"

"Remember a couple of days ago where you absolutely violated me with your four damn hands?"

"Pfft, yeah, why?" Val chuckled a bit before his smile faded and his eyes widened. Val giggled nervously. "W-Wait... Vohox don't--"

"Wow, I'm not even touching you yet, and you're giggling!" Vox chuckled, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers teasingly.

"VAX--" Val voice cracked watching to back away, but his legs were numb

"I'm... gonna... getcha!" Vox scribbled his fingers all over Val's stomach.

"EEP-- Vohohox!! Nahahahaho!"

"Thank GOD I have you handcuffed right now~"

"You cheheheheheater!!"

"Me? Cheat? How dare you think that!~" Vox snickered. He moved one of his hands under his boyfriends thigh and SQUEEZED it gently.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! VOHOHOHOX-- VOHOHOX NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!! OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!"

"Tickle Tickle my little lee~"

"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!"

"Aww, no teases? Too bad!" Vox smirked and traced his finger along Val's side, making it worse.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!"

"Not there? Sheesh! Where do you want me to go than Val?~"

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO WHEHEHEHEEHERE!"

"But that's no fun~" Teased Vox, he then shot his hands to Valentinos upper underarms.

"VOHOHOHOHOHOHOX!!! FUHUHUHUCKING NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" Val covered his blushy face with his cuffed upper hands.

"Aww~ look how cute you are! It's like you're BEGGING for me to tickle you~"

"VAAHAHAHAHAOX!!"

"Yessssss Val?~" Vox used one of his hands to poke at Val's waist

"SHIHIHIHIHIT!! NOOOOHOHOHOHO!"

"Yehehehehes!" Vox mocked having an evil glint in his eyes

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAN'T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!!" Val was pn the verge of tears at this point. Vox rolled his eyes and stopped tickling the poor moth

"Are you sorry?"

"Y-yehehes... holy fuhuhuck..." Val giggled breathlessly, taking in air.

"Good~!" Vox smiled and uncuffed Val's (4) wrists.

"Who... whohoho even gave you thohose?"

"Velevette."

"She is soooo dehead..." Val curled up a bit, wiping away the tears that were in his eyes

"Did I... go too far?" Vox tilted his TV head in slight concern.

"Nah..." Val chuckled and picked Vox up, placing him on his lap.

"Such a kinky bitch..." Vox's face flushed a bit.

"Yeah, yeah." Val rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on Vox's head

"Ohhh... everyone is gonna LOVE this!!" Was Velvette recording in the corner? Yes. Yes, she was. She was gonna humiliate them horribly online.

🩷End💙

#Lee!Valentino #ler!vox #Velevette #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel #the vees #tickle #fanfic #tickle fic

[myskyperevenge]

Stupid question, What did you imagine regarding a sequel of psychonauts? Like, before it came out.

will be real i am not the largest sequel individual. that is to say, i did not desire one when one did not exist. and i also wasn't thinking about it on account of there wasn't one. there's all kinds of things to be saying and extrapolating about raz and his world and his life after the events of the first game but that's more like naturally intuiting simple facts than it is thinking about a "sequel". which is something i didn't think about.

would be kind of cute though if it had been set, at least partially, in a less-immediate but not too distant future. (it's fun if some time passes but i don't want them to redesign him i've only seen ONE older raz design that's really….him……you know…..) pn 05 is so seasonal, it really feels like muggy hazy summer in that game, so it would have been fun to have another game where the camp is similarly kind of a "hub" world but is recontextualized in winter. surely there's some fun to be had redesigning the landscape not only visually but in terms of layout….snowdrifts and ice could block / grant access to new or preexisting areas. they could make raz wear a warmer outfit that's different from his usual one and i could look at him in it.

was also a little scandalized at how they treated the water curse. it's at it's best when it's real and not real - first game kind of implying that it's all in his head is charming, second game bluntly confirming that it's basically nothing and means nothing is boring. kind of makes his whole background crumble…sorry DUDE your parents raised you to believe CRAZY thing NOT REAL…..it doesn't have to be real either it's just more fun to think he grew up being very scared of this curse that may or may not actually mean something. and it's cute, too, to think of him growing up and not really ever getting confirmation on how real it is or not….he's eventually going to leave his family to go be a psychonaut, right? it's funnier to keep that curse-fear around. and it makes his upbringing less of a lame punchline.

also just so you know. in my beautiful new land that i am creating now for you there will be no gay and weird retcons of raz's backstory.he really really really does not need to be a special boy with special connections to whatever his whole deal as a guy is infinitely better and funnier if he's just some completely random kid. i don't want him to be special!

with these rules in mind i thin k i can generate an idea of the sequel i would have visualized if i had visualized one before the existence of one had been foisted upon me.

raz could go back to camp a little later, like a year or two or something, and it's winter or fall or something now so he's maybe wearing like a different weather-appropriate outfit. it's novel and cute but true to his nature and probably doesn't fit great. maybe he's got a little scarf on and you can get different ones. anyway he goes back to camp and starts a relationship with a forest animal or something. has to only be one, raz could never and would never practice polyamory of any kind. i'm taking it at face value that lili is a trust fund kid and it won't work between them long term they are destined for turbulent years of on again off again coworker romance that keeps sparking and fizzling out under various circumstances. so he can date some squirrels or foxes or does or whatever on the side. could at least be a solid b-plot or something. non-optional sidequest? whatever. when you first arrive you can wander around or whatever. sashas lab should be immediately accessible and you can go bother him and sheegor (who is voiced by jenny nicholson or someone like that now since tara strong had that really bad car accident). one of these guys can be the first level i guess. sasha should still whinge at you about obtaining consent before thrashing minds but raz should be more openly flippant about this after the cutscene like there's just no way he actually gives a shit about any of that he is far too confident in his own ability to intuit the correct course of action in any situation to care about the consent or comfort of others.

the asylum etc you can get to pretty soon but first you have to get like a saw or something to cut through the ice to free linda. actually maybe linda has passed away and instead of her you get carried over the ice (unneccessary; --> ((joke)))by a bunch of her little babies who she told about you and they love you and have funny little voices. my boss' boss' ex wifes name is linda lol. the asylum is kind of no big deal here on account of it being the last level in the first game. you should be able to ice skate around it and do little tricks that benefit you in no way and do not add to the story at all. probably loboto should be here just like chilling out or something he can be a level you can do. probably this should just be the same as the level he got in rhombus of ruin but like an actual real game that you can play and have fun in and stuff. that was a good backstory for him it's funny if he's sadstuck.

the story should involve brain theft for power generation again because it's a charming and distinct motif and i like when raz steals them back and gives them strange wet kisses. but this time maybe the evil individual in question is enforcing a beam upon the victims that causes their brains to leak out of the ears? the villain should be an electrical engineer or something like that this should be an individual who takes things. designing this thing visually is difficult for me but what i'm thinking is kind of an incarnate of jenkins, the thing what takes, like the real life jenkins but we can just put him in the game and have him wearing an electrician's outfit and he's there and he's the bad guy. just like in real life, jenkins doesn't work superfast or have a really explicit goal, but he does kind of slowly take over everything you know and leaves darkness and lightlessness in his wake. so to add some urgency i think victims of jenkins should become infected with somethingin the cavity where their brains used to be. some kind of fungus or something. there isn't an actual timer on this it's just kind of a concept in the story that makes things feel like they matter more later on. you explore and encounter RANDOM INDIVIDUALS and help them in their various plights and in return acquire items that allow you to progress. you have and maintain the point and click moe it doesnt go away it's there, right there, with you in the room the whole time. i don't have specific level ideas but i have worked out mindscape designs for several different characters from other franchises, most famously spades slick from homestuck so i think it's cool if he's here too maybe you find him in a bunker or something with his crew and connive / force your way into his mind with dubious if any consent and find yourself in hsi strange mind level with lots of slimy black goop all over a card-themed subway and city and mobster-themed brain enemies. that's just my idea i don't think it could be that hard to get hussie on board with this because he obviously doesnt really care that much about the midnight crew anyway.

anyways the plot should be really straightforward you fend jenkins off and save whoever and then the game ends. post credits cute images show razs new life with his forest animal life partner. here's some images i created of the romance sequences one of them is in first person

#psychonauts #razputin aquato

[goatsenpaiultimate]

(If you’re comfortable) could you do Bakugou comforting his s/o that has been going through a lot of stress and is now numb to everything (like feeling wise), she wants to grow but everything is difficult and she just needs a hug! If this is too much that’s okay please do whatever makes you feel comfortable 🥰❤️

Am I Good Enough? Bakugou x Reader

Why did it feel as though the universe wanted to work against you? To keep you in a stagnant stage in your life? You were failing some of your classes, you hardly hung out with your friends anymore, hardly finding the strength and the willpower to put on a fake smile and socialize. Not to mention while your classmates found amazing ways to improve their quirks and use them in different ways, you still had no idea how to do that with your after all this time. You were getting left behind and you felt as though there was nothing you could do about it.

You walk into your dorm room and toss your backpack onto the side before letting yourself collapse onto your bed. Another day of feeling like a failure. You werent sure how much more of this you could endure. Maybe it's not too late to let go of your dreams of being a hero and maybe you could go to a normal high school. Maybe then you could feel exceptional. Then a thought shot through your head. What would your friends think? No…what would your hot headed boyfriend think?

You had been avoiding him these past couple of weeks, finding an excuse as to not let him into your dorm room or take any of the little romantic nightly walks you two would take, talking about your possible future together. What if he already hated you? What if he just didn't care anymore because you've pushed him away?

You began to tear up. Maybe its for the best, you think. Maybe now he'll realize he deserves someone better-

A knock on your door snaps you out of your dark thoughts.

"Who…Who is it?" You ask, not expecting your voice come out so broken and weak.

"Open the door, dumbass or I'm blasting the door down…"Bakugou said in an almost shockingly soft tone. It sounds otherworldly.

You sighed and wiped your eyes. Better to get this over with now so you wouldn't hurt him anymore…

"The door is unlocked, Kats…" You say, looking away from the door.

You tense up as it opens and shuts, his heavy footsteps slowly getting closer to you until they stop right infront of you. You let your gaze shift towards the floor. You see him kneel and his hands coming into view, resting on your thighs.

"Baby….please tell me what's wrong. I'm fuckin worried about you. You seem so out of it and I've been trying to give you space and shit…..but that doesn’t seem to be helping. Talk to me….so I can fix whatever's wrong.Or kick anyone's ass that's made you feel some type of way." He said, squeezing ever so slightly. Almost like a reassurance that it was okay and that he was here. For you.

You didn't realize before that you had held off on crying. Until the tears started rolling down your face and a sob snuck up pn you from your chest.

"I just…I-I feel like such a FAILURE, Tsuki! I can't do anything right! My grades are slipping! I've Neglected our friends, I've pushed you away! I can't even get my quirk to do anything than what i could on day one! I dont think I can ever become a hero! Because I'll never be good enough! Not for myself, you…..or Anyone!" You say, finding yourself crying even harder, as Bakugou pulled you into a big hug. Holding you as close to him as he possibly could. You gripped his shirt with an iron grasp in turn, crying all the pain away on his shoulder.

He stroked your hair and let you cry it all out, mumbling a small "I'm sorry" every now and then. He couldn't help but feel responsible partly in this. Maybe if he had come to you with all these concerns when they first popped up into his mind, maybe you wouldn't have so many negative thoughts about yourself built up.

He thought the world of you. He thought you were smart, strong, sometimes stupidly courageous and just down right gorgeous. It was killing him hearing you feel so terribly about yourself. He felt like a terrible partner, but that was gonna change starting tonight, he swore on it.

Once you had calmed down, your crying reduced to sniffling, he pulled back a little so that he could look at your face and look you in the eye. His eyebrows were furrowed but his eyes remained soft.

"Listen up, idiot. You are way better than you think you are. You are one of the strongest, fucking intelligent people that I know. The problems you have right now are fixable if you need for them to be. I'm gonna help you every step of the way, be by your side, bugging the piss outta ya until everything is the way you want it to be, ya hear?" He says, pressing his forehead against yours.

You manage to crack a small smile, before closing your eyes."Yeah…I hear you, Katsuki….I love you so much."

"I love you too, dumbass. Now wipe the snot off your face so I can give you a kiss."

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I'm sorrryyyy if this isnt what you meant! It's been a hot minute since I've wrote ;-;

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou x y/n

[empressaraceli1992]

Nothing Chpt 4

One week later…

Soap still hadn’t regained consciousness. Ghost had found him sitting against the wall, a trail of blood smeared across the floor to where the sergeant sat with his thumb hovering over the detonator’s trigger. Ghost had tackled Soap to prevent him from bringing the building down on top of their heads. Soap’s head smacked the wall behind him with a sickening whack. Unconscious Soap released the detonator and let it roll. The problem was he wouldn’t wake up.

Ghost patched Soap up quickly, packing the injuries with gauze before lifting Soap over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Rudy and Alejandro met him at the humvee. Soap was loaded carefully into the backseat with Rudy cursing up a storm–demanding to know what the hell happened. Ghost almost stabbed the man. Thankfully, Alejandro reeled Rudy in. 

Once they arrived back at the Vaqueros base Soap was whisked off by medics. It took Alejandro, Rudy, and three other Vaqueros to hold Ghost back from tearing the medics apart as they lifted the sergeant onto a gurney. Alejandro tried to convince Ghost it was for the best, he would see Soap soon, and got a black eye for his trouble. Infuriated, Rudy ordered another medic to sedate Ghost. That medic ended up with a broken wrist, and Rudy very nearly had a broken neck until the three other Vaqueros took hold of the Lieutenant.

Several hours later Soap was placed in his own room. Two minor surgeries had been done to tend to his bullet wounds, and a CAT scan was done to check his head. Then and only then was Ghost allowed into the room. The doctor—a petite woman with mousy brown hair—assured Ghost that Soap would recover—there were no signs of a concussion. 

That was seven days ago. After day three and Soap still hadn’t stirred Ghost began demanding answers. A day later Price arrived. The doctor spoke with Price in Soap’s room while the Lieutenant sat next to Soap on his hospital bed holding the Sergeant’s hand between two of his own. 

“There is nothing wrong with him, physically.” The doctor informed Price as she flipped through Soap’s chart. “His scans are clean. Both bullet wounds are healing as they should. His heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels are all within normal ranges.”

“Then why isn’t he waking up?” Price demanded. 

“Has the Sergeant gone through any emotional trauma recently?” The doctor inquired.

“We go through emotional trauma every fucking day.” Ghost snapped. 

“Easy, son.” Price chided. Turning back to the doctor: “Why do you ask?”

“I ask because all of the signs point to the Sergeant not wanting to wake up.”

“What do you mean?”

“The job puts you all through hell, eventually it catches up.” The doctor sighed looking at Soap. “The Sergeant is so young, and normally would rebound quickly from such things. However, I would hazard to guess his mental state has been in a sharp decline. Colonel Vargas has informed me that Sergeant MacTavish hasn’t been eating or sleeping with any regularity for weeks. That coupled with the recent injuries pushed him over the edge. His mind shut down.”

“Is there any way to wake him up?” Price asked, rubbing a calloused hand over his face. 

“You could talk to him.” The doctor suggested. “We can keep him on the PN IV.” The doctor pointed at the large yellow IV above Soap’s head. “Parenteral Nutrition” She explained when the two men looked at her questioningly. “It will keep his body fed, and hydrated until he wakes up.” The ‘if he wakes up’ was left unsaid. 

“Thank you.” Price sighed, moving to sit on the opposite side of Ghost—in a chair. Ghost was not keen on anyone getting any closer than that to Soap. He barely allowed the nurses around the Sergeant. Even now he eyed Price warily—the Captain met his gaze levelly with a glare of his own. 

“I didn’t ask about what was going on between you two before, because I trusted you.” Price growled. Ghost opened his mouth to argue, but Price pushed on cutting him off. “Don’t you dare Simon. Don’t you fucking dare. That boy has been in love with you for months. All he wanted to do was share that love with you Simon, and you self-sabataged yourself into a fucking corner and took him down with you. Now you have to fix it. I am putting you on leave until Johnny wakes up—until you wake him up.” 

That had been three days ago. Nearly two weeks total since getting Johnny safely back to the Vaqueros base. Ghost sat next to Johnny with his fingers laced together with his unconscious Sergeant. Ghost begged—silently—for Johnny to wake. He willed the younger man to open his eyes if only to curse him out and move on. All Ghost—all Simon—wanted was for Johnny to wake up. He didn’t care about getting his career back at this point. He would stay on leave indefinitely if it meant Johnny would wake up, but the Sergeant was as stubborn asleep as he was awake. 

The doctor had told him to talk to Johnny, but Ghost didn’t know what to say. 

A soft knock made Ghost turn towards the door. Gaz entered slowly, a small leather bound journal in his hand. Gaz gave Ghost a hard look as he stepped around to the opposite side of the hospital bed. Ignoring the Lieutenant, Gaz dragged a chair up to the bed, and took Soap’s other hand in his own. 

“Hey, mate.” Gaz set the sketchbook on the edge of the bed. “I brought your favorite journal. Doc says we got to talk to you to get your lazy ass up.” Gaz gave a wet chuckle as tears pooled up in his waterline. “I know you like jokes, but it’s time to get up. Come on sleeping beauty, you can’t leave us like this. Don’t leave me alone with this grumpy bastard.” Gaz pressed Soap’s hand to his face. When Soap remained impassive Gaz’s face crumpled. “Aw, come on!” Gaz stood grabbing Soap by the shoulders. Ghost shot up grabbing Gaz’s wrist in a near bone crushing grip. Gaz ignored him. “Don’t you see that he’s here?” Gaz demanded—Ghost froze. “The giant bastard is sitting right here, holding your hand! He loves you even if he’s too stupid to say it! He’s right here! Don’t you want to wake up to see him?!”

Gaz broke down burying his face in Soap’s chest. Ghost let his hands fall to his side, stunned. Gaz was arguing for him? Gaz spun, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost.

“Talk to him!” Gaz snatched up the sketchbook and shoved it into Ghost’s chest. “Almost every page is fucking dedicated to you! The least you could do is swallow your fucking pride and talk to him!”

Ghost held the sketchbook with trembling hands. Opening the book slowly, Ghost examined the many pages. He knew Soap was a good artist based on the piece he had gotten from Gaz, but this…this was unbelievable. Soap drew every member of the 141 in loving detail. Price with his cigar on the tarmac with Nikolai. Gaz laughing with the recruits. Then there were pages, and pages of draws of nothing, but Ghost. Ghost with his mask on a mission, Ghost with his mask pulled up over his nose as he smoked or drank tea, Ghost–no Simon without his mask with soft eyes. 

“Get out.” Ghost croaked.

“Excuse me?” Gaz growled. 

“GET OUT!!” Ghost shouted. 

Gaz opened his mouth to say something then snapped it shut. Giving Ghost one last scathing look the sergeant stomped out of the room. Ghost set the sketchbook on the nightstand next to the hospital bed. Climbing into the bed next to Johnny, Ghost took his Sergeant by the shoulders and pulled him into his arms. Johnny’s face fell into the crook of Ghost’s neck. Reaching up, Ghost ripped his mask off and pressed his face against Johnny’s. Simon pressed his lips to Johnny’s ears. 

“Please, Johnny.” Simon could feel the tears streaming down his face. “Please wake up. I love you. I know you don’t believe me, but I do. You are the only reason that I–that Simon not Ghost—is alive right now. I can’t do this without you. Please Johnny, I can’t face this world without you. Not again. I need you. I need your smile, your stupid mohawk, your shitty tea, everything. I need your lips on mine.” Simon pressed a kiss against Johnny’s cheek. “I need you next to me when I go to sleep each night and when I wake up in the morning. I need your awful jokes. I want you with me, always. I want to see you in a fucking kilt, damn it Johnny. Love, please.”

Simon sucked in a shuddering breath clutching Johnny’s limp form against him. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this alone. If they buried Johnny they would have to put him in the coffin too. For once Simon was willing to go into the earth. Simon sucked in another breath, finding it hard to breath with the way his lungs were restricted by the hug—the hug?!

“Ma mohawk isnae stupid.” Johnny muttered into Simon’s shoulder. 

Simon jerked back to find clear blue eyes staring up at him. Johnny gave him a crooked smile. 

“Hullo Simon.” Johnny sighed. “Yer as bonnie as ever.” Johnny’s brow furrowed as he noticed the tears. “What’s tae—-mph!”

Simon slammed his lips into Johnny’s. It was all tongue and teeth as his desperation bled through. Johnny was alive! Johnny was awake!

Soap broke the kiss gasping for air. Ghost didn’t let up kissing the edge of his mouth, his eyes, his nose, his chin. Ghost peppered every inch of Soap he could reach with kisses his mind on a constant reel of : Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Soap gripped Ghost’s shoulders firmly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. 

“Easy.” Soap chidded, catching Ghost’s lips on his second past Soap’s mouth. Soap kissed him slowly, his hands sliding up to cup Ghost’s face. Ghost whined into the kiss, almost choking as a sob built in his chest. “I’m here. Shhhh.” Soap assured him petting Ghost’s pale hair as he pressed a soft, but firm kiss to Ghost’s forehead. 

Soap leaned back, slowly, suddenly very tired. Ghost gripped his upper arms, lowering him slowly. 

“Stop yer panicking.” Soap muttered stroking Ghost’s cheek. “I’m just tired.”

“Don’t go back to sleep, not yet.” Ghost ordered. Slipping his mask back on Ghost slammed his thumb into the call button. Soap watched him curiously with a dopy, kiss drunk smile on his lips. 

“I won’t.” Soap assured him as the nurses bustled in. Reluctantly, Ghost stepped back and allowed the doctor and nurses to do their job. It took a frustratingly long time to evaluate Soap. Once the doctor was positive he wasn’t in danger of slipping back into a coma she ordered the IV and the catheter removed.

“You will have to take it easy for a few days, Mr. MacTavish.” The doctor instructed. “You’ve had quite an ordeal. Make sure you eat, and sleep regularly. You will be weak for at least a week. Building up your stamina is important.” Soap cast Ghost a sidelong look when the doctor flipped through her clipboard.

“Nae tae worry. I know jus’ how to build that up.” Soap assured her with a devilish grin. Ghost felt himself flush, never more thankful for the mask. 

“Good.” The doctor gave Ghost a skeptical look. “I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll inform Captain Price.”

Ghost didn’t bother watching her leave. He climbed into the hospital bed next to Soap wrapping his arms around the younger man. Soap curled into him eagerly burying his face into Ghost’s shoulder.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Ghost growled.

“Then ye better have meant what ye said.” Soap huffed.

“Every fucking word.” Ghost kissed the top of Soap’s head through his mask. Dissatisfied with that he ripped the mask up and pressed his lips to Soap’s. 

#ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #price cod #kyle gaz garrick

[orbleglorb]

it's that time of the week! wip wednesday <3

If you don't know the rules, here they are: i give you guys the names of my wip files. you guys send me an ask with the name of the file you're interested in (you can send several, just make them different asks pls). i write 3+ sentences of that wip and share them here. also, i add a snippet of a fic i've worked on sometime in the past 7 days to the bottom.

and here's the wip names (this is so long i am so sorry):

BLASEBALL:

anonymous letters that should not be sent

Ivy & Yunie

parker & the Monitor

garages prequel

parker iii/wyatt mason meeting(?)

mills fic exchange

how (not?) to raise an egg

local man overjoyed to see another person for the first time in 50+ years

Crabs road trip, take 2

a beginner's guide to being normal

parker & megan in da vault

Yunie/A-Z prompt bingo

Parker meets Tiara

lenji's kids

lenji's new house

yunie and reese

ivy nightmare

BLB FAN TEAMS AND OCs:

homeboy & honey

PNS NYX - Sherloc's introduction

Caroline & Reader

OTHER FANDOMS:

the rake gets adopted (creepypasta)

OC UNIVERSE:

marco & martín

we can't keep meeting like this

just called to let you know some information that will change the trajectory of your life forever! <3

BANESBALL:

The Person Pit :)

and, of course, a snippet from a fic i've worked on the past couple of days! this is from Parker meets Tiara. CW for some body horror :3

The girl on the other side of the shelf was bent over at an awkward angle. Well, no, not awkward— impossible. Her back was bending one way and her neck another, and her brown hair and dress were both wet and stained red with the blood seeping from the skinless side of her body.

"You can see me?" She asked quietly, her eyes widening. "You can touch me?"

Parker wasn't sure how to even respond to that. Most of his energy was currently dedicated to not vomiting.

"Parker, you alright over there?" Miss Annie called. "Where are you, anyway?"

It took a second for Parker to remember where he was, and that he controlled his body. He let go of the girl's wrist and took a second to find his voice again.

"Here," he said weakly. "Adult Fiction."

#wip wednesday #ask game ig #eyeball emoji. hey

[kruberatrollsrule]

"As long as time has existed, their has been two kinds of this world: Humans, non magic beings that are surprisingly resourceful. And those born of magic, beings who shape the world around them. The races have lived together for as long as this world stood, two sides of a coin, same but different. Thought the ages both sides have come into conflict whether it be one or the other, either side would always try to conquer the other, but a tentive peace would settle over....

...til the age of the human you wpuld know as King Arthur. A King of his people, he had dispised those born of magic that did not follow to his will. Capturing and ending any and all he saw as a threat. Which unfortunately was about any and all beings born of magic so eh? What can you do with stubborn.

To end this threat of "rogue" magic, he had his personal wizard Merlin craft a weapon that could control and end these threats these Trolls and monsters. A task that would succeed. But all was not lost! For you see Merlin's apprentice, Arthur own sister, the Mistress of Shadows, Morgana would not let that happened. She was a well-meaning, and understanding sorceress. Powerful of arts of magic and out speaker for wrongly imprison beings, Had sought to let her brothers crusader go any longer.

She had travel to the trolls of both fractions(The trolls of Dwoza and the Gumm-Gumms), to make a alliance between them......it went about as well as first but it was made.

During the battle that would forever be known as the Battle of Kilahead, Arthur wielded his weapon: A Green broadsword that could unless shards that put any and all things under his reign, with armor as green as emeralds, He became known forever more as the Green Knight. Morgana to combat Merlin weapon had made a tool of her own. Or should i say Tools.

As a saying goes, Two are stronger then one, so she created two objects to embody that: The amulets of Daylight and the amulet of Moonlight. Daylight to be used by the Trolls of Dwoza and Moonlight to be used by Gumm-Gumms. Two sides of a whole, A Sword and a Shield, Guardian and Warrior. Together Daya the deliver wielder of Daylight and Orlagk the Oppressor wielder of Moonlight defeated the Green Knight and sealed him away. But he would not yeld so easily and even now his servents work to free him.

So it has been for centuries that A Guardian and Warrior would protect noth humans and trolls and the occasionally gnome and others and you Master Jim have been chosen to wield the Amulet of Daylight! Isn't that an honor."

Said one Dictatious Galadrigal older brother of Blinky said. A large semi nervous smile pn his face as said younger brother looked between Jim and Dic, not sure how the half-Human would take it-but hoping it's with less...."enthusiasm" than the likes of Unkar the Ultimate.

Jim himself, could only stare as his own thoughts whirled. One thought cane throught.

"What the heck did i do?"

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Hey so this year has gotten me in mulitvese stuff and broken timeline aus where canon is thrown out the window. So i had this thought last night and went with it.

So based for this Au: When Jim reset time, it didn't reset correctly and like another teen hero, didn't reset/remake the world the same so now Jim stuck in this timeline him. Also I'm combing book and show canon so things will be different or same and changing troll biology to fit this au cause I'm A) a shipper. B) It's only way i can make changes to somethings. C) Troll ageing is weird so yeah making it something i can understand.

Will post more probly. I don't know i like this idea so yeah.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #Au #Broken timeline au #Or messed up one

[lunar-insanity]

🌺🌹🌵

Ooooh okay let's go! For this ah... I'm gonna... roughly stick to my PN ones cause I HAVE MANY. Which is hilarious cause-

🌺 rate your OCs by how attractive you personally find them and why or if you're not attracted to any, just rank them by how cool they look

I don't... quite find them attractive? Like, okay sometimes I'll be drawing and go "Oh damn how did I draw you this handsome" but it's really fleeting. More like recognition of 'Ah yes. Attractive.'

Like okay let's take Cael

He is very cute in his own right, a squishy baby, nice round and curvy. I guess I can call him attractive but that's also cause recently I am very into drawing thicc curvy peeps

Like lemme introduce you to Luni here! She is chonky and I love her to bits. And she is incredibly aesthetically pleasing to me which I guess is the dang definition of attractiveness but...

IDK MY BRAIN IS WEIRD OKAY! Have two others xD

🌵 which OCs would NOT get along?

OKAY JUMPIN BACK TO PSYCHONAUTS OCs

These two

Ricter and Lunar have not had the best relationship starting out, because of both their faults. Lunar being really standoffish at first and Ricter having not grown up from highschool yet.

Even when they became a proper team, it took a while for these two to find some ground where they could respect and trust one another.

Things did get better tho and they're sorta friends now but they definitely DID NOT get along at first.

🌹 write a vague blurb about your WIP, for example, "a rude elf and a dumbass dwarf find out they're actually related and must stop a big problem"

4 people try to help their disabled friend but also ignore their own brain issues until a metaphorical dumpster on fire crashes into them.

Side note I have to get back to writing that XDD procrastination is a bitch.

[ben-the-hyena]

Another main difference between Le Teigneux and Le Nabot and their respective sons is how the latter seem to be actually friends. While their dads have a boss-henchman relationship without any care, just le Nabot bootlicking to make sure he is on his good side and le Teigneux hitting him out of frustration when things don't go as planned, their sons actually seem to genuinely get along as equals, PN is comfortable enough to make fun of PT, PT isn't as violent against him if not ever, even if PN like his dad is more intelligent they usually have a "one shared braincel" dynamic and they often are seen chilling or having fun together. I think their dads must have brought them to play together while they would discuss business or talk or play cards and the kids grew together and still are friends even as adults

#FRIENDS ! #then and now #when they were young #when they will be older #il était une fois les explorateurs #il était une fois les découvreurs #il était une fois les amériques #il était une fois la vie #le teigneux #le nabot #parents and children

[quackingwolves]

Charles Dickens- Orwell's Collection of Essays, Part 3

Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here

This part will also be short, but again it had a natural break and Orwell split the essay into parts. 

Orwell goes on from the last part to say that Dickens put great distance between himself and ‘the poor’ even though during his day others considered him to be the voice of the poor. Orwell points out that Dickens seemed to be disgusted by poor people- he called them “half-naked, drunken, slipshod and ugly” (and it kills me to have to leave off my beloved, the Oxford comma). The open disgust Dickens showed people who had little money honestly disgusts me. They’re people, not animals, and even animals often get more sympathy than poor people. People tend to see being poor is a moral failure somehow, instead of an unfortunate part of capitalism. In order for there to be rich people, there has to be poor people. As long as there are bosses there must be those who are exploited. It’s not a failing on the person, but an integral part of a system that’s better left in the past. One is not poor because they are lazy- they’re poor because of circumstance. And even ‘lazy’ people shouldn’t be poor, but that’s a whole other topic. You are most likely one or just a few missed or short paychecks from being poor, and then you’re in a hole that’s difficult to climb out of.

I believe it was a Pratchett novel- I’m not sure which because he is another author I haven’t yet gotten around to reading- that likened being poor to wearing cheap boots. If a good pair of boots is $100, but a serviceable one costs $25, the poor will have to get the $25 pair. But that pair wears out quicker, which means another $25 pair must be bought. Meanwhile, the $100 pair of boots lasts much longer, but it is a higher up-front investment when you need boots today. There’s almost a tax pn being poor- the more you need, the more you spend, the less you’re able to save for later. But you have to spend your money on the cheap stuff, and that stuff lasts much less longer than the expensive stuff. Planned obsolescence, where everything is created to need a replacement, is a real thing. It’s the rich’s job to prevent others from getting rich because they’re afraid of being treated like they treat others. And they do their job extremely well- they back politicians that grow their wealth and prevent others from gaining any, they quash ideas that would level the playing field just a little bit (such as universal basic income).

Orwell goes on in the later half of this part of the essay to say that DIckens portrayed the servants in his works as feudal at times- that same slavish gratitude, the idea that you should be loyal to your employer no matter the cost. I’ve seen the same attitude today, in my jobs as a minimum wage worker, I was expected to never ask for days off, and when I did it in person I was side-eyed. It was almost as if I was supposed to have no life outside of work, or at the very least put that life below work which I refused to do. I was expected to work longer hours for the same amount of pay, and when I refused I was asked if I didn’t ‘care’ about the company. And the honest answer is I don’t. I was there to do my job and get out. No more, no less. Sure, I enjoyed my work most of the time and had fun with my coworkers, but the company? I didn’t care whatsoever. The company is just a term for the owner, some person you’ll never meet whose job it is to be rich. 

#a collection of essays #george orwell #my reads

[pabit-paradoc]

#i want to fucking kill someone #straight up! I just found out that some fucking asshole in my friend group is homophobic :))))) #and another one is pn his side #and ANOTHER ONE just told a friend to kill themselves #i #am not good #literally the first FUCKING people i met in this godawful school and its a group of shitty gamers #but i cant leave! because i will be alone!!!!!! because i am in the middle of a fucking quarantine and i would cut off all human interaction #that wasnt with family #and i cant be alone #i cant be alone #i Cannot be aline #i already know that the rest of the group dont rlly care bout me #but i cant leave #i dont wanto #be alone #k cant be lone #i cant be alin #vent #vent tw #shut up mothra #vent tag ig

[redthreadoffate]

chapter 1 — when lives begin to collide [2.1k]

description  —  you and peter begin vying for the attention of a children’s books publisher.

genre — from past lives lovers to present lives rivals. fluff. angst. slow-burn.

warnings — some mistakes here and there. slight cussing. totally au.

a/n — i can’t find the op anymore but they made a post about this kind of plot. i really thought it’d be interesting to write one so here’s my take. not forcing you to read it but if you do, feedback would be greatly appreciated! thank you!

masterlist

“I can never erase my past. But the present is my pen and I can write a better future. After all, I am the author of my life.”

It was written in capital letters.

‘Damn,’ you thought. ‘That hit hard.’ You read it over and over, trying to take every single word in. It was true and it really did hit you hard. You were not proud of your past, but you were trying to make amends now, and you hoped that it would lead to something better. And that is exactly why the quote felt like a sharp pang in your heart.

You were sitting down on the last step of the education building on campus. The notebook with the quote you have written lay on your lap like an open book. You had just finished your lunch and were waiting for your friend to arrive. Y/fn woke up too late for the morning sessions but you agreed to meet them when they said they were on their way.

You were chewing on your bottom lip, careful not to bite it too hard. That was a habit of yours. Whenever you were anxious, you would chew on your bottom lip, sometimes without even realizing it. But you were not anxious because your friend was going to be beside you any minute. No. It was because it would be the first time you would show your professor the children’s story you wrote. What made you even more nervous was that they were the next class you had.

Writing short stories was a passion of yours. You loved making up characters and scenarios in your head and would write them down on any scrap of paper you could find. But that was all you could do. You knew children’s books always had illustrations, unfortunately, you could not draw to save your life. You were thinking that perhaps when your story would be chosen for some award or anything, they would find you an illustrator. That was how it usually worked, right?

“Hey.” You snapped out of your thoughts, froze your teeth, and looked up. “You okay?”

“Hey,” you greeted back. You shook your head, closed the notebook, and placed it inside your bag. “I was just thinking,” you admitted. “About showing Professor Y/pn my work. You think they’ll like it?”

Y/fn sighed. “Of course, Y/n. We’ve gone over this before, haven’t we?”

You frowned. You didn’t like the way they said it. You shrugged and pretended not to care. “Right. Okay. Let’s just get to class.”

You both walked up the steps and waited for an elevator to bring you up to your floor. Once you arrived inside the classroom, you noticed that some of your classmates were not in yet but your professor was fiddling around with their laptop. You placed your book down on the table, took out your binder filled with your writings -- and you could proudly say that you filed them by title in alphabetical order -- and took a deep breath before walking up to the front of the class.

You cleared your throat and called them, “Professor Y/pn?” That came out more like a squeak rather than the tone of voice you would give when you wanted to start a casual conversation.

Your professor turned to their side and smiled at you. “Yes, Ms. Y/ln? What can I do for you?”

“Well...uh, I was wondering if you could take a look at one of my written works. I need a professional’s opinion so that I know where I can improve on and all that. I mean, if it’s not too much trouble for you.”

“Of course, of course!” they said with a grin. “No problem at all, Ms. Y/ln. I’m honestly surprised that you came to me for a new point of view.”

“No one better than my favorite professor,” you said, copying their grin. “And I’m not just saying.” You giggled.

Your professor laughed. “Well, alright then. Which one should I check out?” They beckoned you to give them your binder and you obliged. “Oh, this is a little heavy,” they chuckled as they held your binder. “You must be quite a writer. Well, you always have been one of my top students in my class.”

“Just here,” you mumbled. “Not so much the others.” You took a deep breath and exhaled. “I was hoping you could look at The Bee and the Queen. Though maybe just that for now, I don’t really have much confidence with the others yet.”

Your professor waved their hand. “Right, of course. I promise not to pry. Do you mind if you leave this with me for now? I’ll give it back after class.”

You saw this as some sort of sign of commitment. Maybe, if they liked your story, they would be willing to work with you. “Yes!” you nearly shouted. “I mean, yes, professor. I’d really love that.”

They smiled. “Alright, I’ll check out The Bee and the Queen and I’ll jot down some notes.”

“Ehrm….”

“On another piece of paper, of course,” they laughed. “Don’t worry, even without the look on your face, I wasn’t going to write it on something so precious.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank you, Professor Y/pn. Thank you so much.”

They nodded. “Off you go, class is about to begin.”

The whole two hours class seemed even longer than usual. Your knee bounced constantly and you kept looking at your watch every minute. There was a seatwork, an essay about children and why they were more inclined to language at a certain age, and at some point, you looked up and saw your professor with their reading glasses on and had your binder open. Finally, the class was dismissed and you waited a bit, hoping for them to call you.

“I’ll go ahead,” Y/fn informed you.

“Sure,” you replied without looking at them.

As your classmates left, your professor smiled and gestured for you to come to them. You pursed your lips and briskly walked to them. “Well?” you asked. “Sorry, that came out a bit rude.”

They shook their head. “Well, Ms. Y/ln. I do like the concept and your style, but we need more creativity. I’m not saying that this isn’t creative, no, not all. But remember these are children we’re talking about. They need something that will catch their attention. They need to stay focused. I’m happy that you managed to apply the moral of the story in examples at the end. But again, put some more sugar in it. You get what I mean?”

“I think so.” You nodded.

They smiled. “I’ll give you a week to come up with something new. And if I’m impressed, you can work with an acquaintance of mine.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Just show me what you got,” they said with a smile.

“Yes, Professor! I’ll think of something way beyond creative, I promise.”

“Let’s start small, Ms. Y/ln.” They chuckled. “We’ll work our way up as we go along.”

You nodded excitedly. “I won’t let you down, Professor. I promise!” You reached for your binder and bowed. “Thank you!”

They chuckled once more. “Go on now, Ms. Y/ln. You’ll be late for your next class.”

You ran to your seat, grabbed your bag, and waved at them. “Thank you!”

Days later, you were in a coffee shop. You were going to meet up with Y/bfn and you two would be brainstorming on how to make your story better. You already had a concept, you just needed to write down how you were going to execute it. Luckily, your best friend knew you all too well.

You had just gotten the tray with both yours and your best friend’s drink -- because really, you two knew each all too well, too. The place was packed and you had a hard time looking for a vacant table. When you did spot one, as soon as you reached it, another person had arrived as well.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were eyeing the table, too.”

You looked to your side to see a tall, blonde boy with very nice blue eyes. He, too, was holding a tray with two drinks. “You can have it,” you said. You didn’t know why but you were feeling a little bit bitter. “It’s fine.”

“No, no, please. Take it.” He tilted his head to gesture to the table. “It’s fine. I’ll just stay by the bar. My sister wouldn’t be here for a while, anyway.”

You brightened a little. “Neither is my friend.”

He smiled. “So…?”

You blushed a little. “I...I guess we can share for now?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” He waved his hand to allow you to sit first. As soon as you both placed your trays on the table and sat down, he introduced himself. “I’m Peter.” He held up his hand for you to shake.

“Y/n,” you replied and shook his head. 

“Do I know you from somewhere, madam?” he asked.

“Does that line always work for you, sir?” you giggled and rolled your eyes.

He had nice hands. A little calloused but still nice. “I...um...do you live around here?” The shop you were in was inside a subdivision and you haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as him. ‘Oh shut up.’ You were always around thanks to your best friend living around the corner and you pretty much have seen everyone.

He shook his head. “My sister has a friend who lives here. I was in the area and she said we should all hang out for coffee.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “My best friend lives around here. I’m always here. Maybe that’s why I don’t recognize you.”

He nodded. “I’m from the other side of town, actually. Well, my job brings me everywhere so I guess it depends.” He chuckled as did you. “I’m an engineer.”

“Education grad student,” you said. “I work part-time as a PA for my parents. I mean, I was willing to do it for free since they are my parents but they sort of bribed me and said they’d be paying my tuition instead, so….” You didn’t know why this was embarrassing for you to admit.

“Mind if I ask what kind of business your parents run?”

“It’s a multinational company.” ‘Stop being embarrassed, it’s the truth for goodness sake.’ “Y/cn.”

“Oh! Yeah! I know that.”

You forced a smile. “Yup.” You two became silent and you began chewing on your bottom lip but you immediately stopped. It was getting a bit awkward so you decided to get your drink and tried to open it. Unfortunately, it was sealed too tight. Peter could definitely see you struggling, he offered for him to try and held out his hand.

When you gave it to him, you came into contact with his skin.

“It worked on you, didn’t it?” he said with a goofy grin.

You laughed at his confidence. “Not really.”

“Ah! But that usually means it did but not so much.”

You scoffed. “It means no.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well you should.”

Once he was able to open it, he gave it back to you. Your pinky touched his index finger.

“Oh stop it!” You stomped your foot and folded your arms.

“That’s not very lady-like,” he said.

“I don’t care.” You stuck up your nose. “You are impossible.”

“I would like to say that I am impossible to others. I’m always possible when it comes to you.”

“For some strange reason that makes sense.”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get your dress dirty. No need to get all stubborn with me.”

You pouted. “I am not being stubborn.”

“Oh yes, you are.”

You sighed in frustration. “You are impossible, Peter Pevensie.”

“Thank you.” You took a sip and subtly watched him drink his. “I didn’t expect them to take this long.”

“Same,” he murmured. He checked his phone and excused himself.

You watched him leave and then you were left alone. You thought of the surge of electricity that you felt whenever you came into contact with one another. Did he feel it, too? Goosebumps crept up to you and you shuddered. “Stop it, Y/n.”

Peter came back and smiled. “They’re almost here.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Then you realized how that may have sounded. “Not that I didn’t enjoy your company, Peter.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”

‘And I like your company a little too much, even if it did get a bit awkward.’

The door of the store opened and you saw your best friend enter.

“Oh, there's Y/bfn,” you said. You waved your hand for them to see you. Your best friend found your signal and walked up to you with a smile.

“Ah, and there’s my sister,” Peter announced. Behind your best friend was another girl around your age. She was very pretty. “Oh.”

You looked at him as he said that. There was a slight tone to it but you couldn’t figure out what. You looked back at your best friend. “Oh.”

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x you #peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie fanfiction #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie imagines #type: eve writes

[incarnateirony]

I tried to apply several different script writing approaches for the characters of S*PN. According to all of them, it failed to tell a comprehensive story. Characters start their journey with an inner flaw, the journey tests their flaw and then they learn sth that leads to a moral decision overcoming that flaw. But on S*N, they didn't have to decide ANYTHING. A stupid COINCIDENCE kil*ed Dean, sth every writer tells you not to do. I just fail to see how "Destiel endgame" could've changed that?

...Why are we stuck on Destiel endgame being the resolution to everything

what the hell

Destiel endgame is one on a list of like 30 problems, you just listed some of the other problems.

I don’t know where this is confusing anyone or where anyone thinks “Destiel endgame would fix everything”, like are you pulling opinions from another meta blog and bringing them here? Protip, the people of PoLoL have like nothing to actually do with say, “Destiel meta lane.” Acknowledging and seeing Destiel and not dodging it when speaking in matter of fact terms about the text is not the same as people who try to turn every living breathing aside into Destiel, or the people who are like “I don’t do shirt meta but [makes a 3 page rant about shirts next day]” -- like we’re not them. Don’t confuse us with them.

That said, issues that would have leaned /into/ an existing Destiel endgame (which, bizarrely, still survives in its barest form, but entirely buried in implication and handwaved vaguely under ‘covid’ excuses) could have /also fixed this/.

I have /literally explained to you/ how they could have addressed a bunch of these issues.

How Dean’s ending could have easily not been garbage: (x) (and a side of Sam’s)

How Jack’s ending could have easily not been garbage: (x)

Even the “one shot” I’m talking about adding to my Empress path video isn’t adding a fucking Destiel shot, it’s adding a Castiel shot in a certain environment, to otherwise loud ass existing Destiel content. Not everything boils down to trying to hack and slash in Specifically Destiel. The Destiel is already there guys. I regret to inform you of this.

These come down to things being about choice, cycle breaking, removing suicidal ideation and wanting eternal hope, family, you know. Like, the stuff that’s been the message of the show for years. 

The fact that it put Dean and Cas on the same side of eternity together (that they dodged with the hilarious 50 year driving thing, handwaved Bobby saying time runs different even though that’s immediately opposite Dabb’s own DSOTM where heaven time ran roughly parallel -- but otherwise functionally even that spec structure HELD) -- is A WHOLE OTHER THING. 

It put Dean with his entire family-- even Mary. You know. Who the whole season drama started about which, also, got hilariously buried.

It’s the fact that in *dodging* the Destiel so hard they completely shit the bed on everything else around it.

If you set out just to write from the angle of only achieving Destiel endgame without diagnosing everything that went wrong in that finale, of course you’re going to fail.

Paradigms people, recognize your paradigms and structural pillars. Supernatural doesn’t exist within Destiel, Destiel exists within Supernatural.

#polol

[milazka]

𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐞 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲...

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The rays of the sun give an orange color to the water. Your back press against the railing, you wait patiently on the dock at the front of your house, barefoot, as requested in the last message sent by JJ. Wearing a short dark blue dress, you play nervously with your fingers while constantly looking around, hoping to see your boyfriend arrived. It has been a year today that you were in a relationship with the blond boy, a year full of ups and downs, but certainly the best year of your life.

 You've known him since your childhood, you had met through John B. Your father and Big John were longtime friends, both spent their days in their office at the Chateau working on their research on the Royal Merchant, leaving you and John B have fun together around the house. You were seven when you met JJ. He and John B were having fun with the chickens when you shyly approached them, intimidated by the blonde. As any little boy would have done, JJ didn't come near you at first, saying he didn't want to play with a girl. You quickly showed him that you were not a little girl like the others when you defeated him in arm wrestling. Since then, he always had been in awe of you and you became an inseparable trio with John B. Your father nicknamed you the three little sailors. The trio grew with the arrival of Kiara and Pope, you were happy to have a girl friend to spoke to when you suddenly developed a crush on JJ during your teenage years.

 You finally see a boat approach, but you are surprised to see John B at the wheel.

“John B? What are you doing here?” You ask the boy as he berth the boat against the dock.

“I’m here to pick you up under the order of JJ.” He answers, holding out his hand to help you get on board.

“You look good in this dress, y/n/n.” He compliments you, as you stand next to him, your hand clinging to the bench on which he sits.

 “Thanks, JB, Kie chose it for me.” You respond with a soft smile.

 The wind blows on your face and makes your wavy hair twirl. As John B accelerates the boat, he grabs you by the waist with his arm to prevent you from falling backwards.

 “JJ would probably not want me to tell you, but I helped him get ready like Kie did with you.” He smirked. “He was so nervous.”

“Stop moving! I can’t help you tight it if you move like this.” John b says to JJ, his hands on his shoulders.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous you know? She’s not the romantic type of girl and I don’t wanna scare her.” JJ answers shaking his shoulder, trying to release some of the tension in his body.

“She's been enduring you for a year, believe me, that's not what will scare her away.” He reassures him. “Plus, she loves you”.

After a few minutes on the water, you see light coming from a fire in the distance on a deserted beach; the one where JJ said I love you to you for the first time. A smile makes his way over your lips as you remember this magical moment. It was a beautiful summer evening; the sun was still a little visible on the horizon. Your hand in his, you were walking along the beach, feet in the water. You couldn't help but watch the effect of the golden light on his face. His sunglasses on his nose, he had his eternal smile on his lips, the one that made you fall in love with him. He planted his blue gaze in yours, lowering his sunglasses to the tip of his nose.

 “ ‘You enjoying the view?” He smirked before planting a kiss on your blushed cheek.

 Once you reached the end of the beach, he sat on the ground and pulled you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You could feel his heart beating against the middle of your back. He pressed his chin on your shoulder as you watched the sun go down for good. His lips dropped a few kisses in the crook of your neck, making you shiver. You turned to face him, sitting cross-legged on the sand.

 “Baby?”  He said with a small voice, playing nervously with your fingers.

 “Yes JJ?” You responded, locking your eyes into his.

 God, he was perfect.

 “I want to say something to you, but I don’t wanna freak you out.” He admitted, nervously scratching the back of the neck. “Promise me that you’ll think before saying what comes to your mind after.”

 “I promise.”

 “He grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his thighs. JJ took a deep breath and planted his gaze in yours.

 “I love you, Y/n.” He let out.

 Your first reflex was to freeze. You had never been in a romantic relationship with someone, having always been afraid of getting attached. But with him it was different. You had lowered your guard, showing him your most vulnerable sides.

 “I love you too JJ.”

 The boat docks against the bank and John B cuts the engine. You look at him with questions marks inside your eyes.

 “Enjoy!” He says to you, pointing the beach with his chin.

 On the beach, you see the silhouette of JJ walking in your direction. You jump feet together on the sand at the front of the boat and you turn one last time towards John B.

 “Thank you.” You whisper to him and he responds with a little wink while leaving aboard the HMS Pogue.

 Your heart skips a beat seeing the blond boy stop a few feet from you, his eyes running up and down your body. You smile when you see that he's wearing a white shirt with a bow tie and a pair of clean black short.

 “Wow… you look amazing y/n.” He compliments you, captivated by your beauty

 “You look nice too, I always taught that you were a bow tie type of guy.” You kindly mock him.

 He giggles, running his hands around your waist and bends his head to place his lips against yours. Your hands find their usual place; one on his arm and the other on the back of his neck. His tongue slides between your lips as he brings you even more against him.

  “Happy one-year anniversary, baby.” He whispers to you, his forehead against yours.

  “I still don't understand how you managed to keep me for so long.” You smirked before placing another kiss on his lips.

 “Easy, I’m amazing and you can't do without me.” He winks at you. “Now, come with me, I have a surprise for you.” He adds taking you by the hand.

He takes you close to the fire where he had put a blanket on the floor and a wooden basket. You smile at him while he rubs your back with his hand. He grabs a small box from his shorts pocket and hands it to you.

 “J, it was not necessary.” You sigh, your eyes meeting his.

 “Just open the box, babe.” He insists, helping you remove the lock on the box. “I made it for you.”

 You discover a pretty necklace made of a black lace where hangs a small metal pendant in the shape of J.

 “You happy?” He asks, turning his head to your side.

 “I couldn't be more, it’s beautiful, JJ.” You say to him, totally in admiration with his talent. “Can you help me tie it up?” You add.

 He grabs the two ends of the necklace and passes it around your neck to attach it at the back. You smile by placing your fingers on the little J.

 “Now on, I'll always be with you even if I’m not there.” He whisperes to your ear before placing a kiss pn the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine.

 “I didn’t know you were an a hopeless romantic.” You turn around, mocking him with a smirk.

 “Oh shut up.” He grunts, crashing his lips on yours to stop you from laughing at him.

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sicktember 2021: sneezing

idk how to not do this one... for c/laire n/ovak and k/aia n/ieves (nobody's surprised) from s/pn. 2.8K words. hope it's alright :D (@sicktember)

tw: involves guns and shooting, though no one gets injured.

"I hope you know this is a terrible idea."

Claire scoffs. "This is a great idea, are you kidding me? They'll never see us coming." Behind her, Kaia sighs and checks her gun, making sure the safety's off.

With a half-vicious, half-triumphant yell, Claire jumps around the stacked crates and starts shooting before Kaia can even begin to aim. Not that she has to, really. Paintball guns are unpredictable and the pellets tend to just go wherever, so she and Claire have adapted by spraying their shots and trying to hit as many people as possible that way. To Kaia, it seems like a waste of paintballs, but at the same time it's working, so she can't really complain. Besides, Claire's having a great time; her hunting skills are really helping her out here.

They duck back into their original position behind the crate as the group Claire just shot put their hands up and walk off the field, gear splattered with paint. "You done this before?" one of the guys asks as he passes them. He has green paint smeared across his goggles and helmet.

"First time," Claire chirps, turning to flash him a quick grin before going back to scanning the battlefield. The guy whistles, watching as she squeezes the trigger, firing off three quick shots at a girl who was just attempting a break for another stack of crates that's closer to the two of them. Claire hits her square in the chest, whooping when the girl's hand goes up and she walks off.

"Nice shot," he says, smiling at them. "I'll leave you to it." He walks to where the rest of his group is, making a total of eight people off the field so far. Three more to go.

The employees at the paintball place they've gone to were skeptical that their little group of six could take on a larger group, but they'd insisted and the workers had pretty much shrugged and told them good luck beating these guys, they've been playing here for years. And yeah, they might be more experienced, but Jody and Donna are cops, and Claire and Kaia are both hunters in their own right. Even though Alex and Patience might not be as skilled as the rest of them, they both know how to handle a firearm and can aim well. Not that anyone else here knows that, of course.

"Let's regroup, head back towards Jody and Alex to see if we can get to the rest," Kaia whispers to Claire. "I'm pretty sure they're spread out, so we can pick them off."

"That works," Claire replies, craning her neck to look around the other side of the crate before they start moving. Kaia does her best to ignore the itchiness spreading through her sinuses, knowing it's just from the abundance of plants around them. She'll be fine once they leave the place, and that'll probably be soon, considering that this is their tenth round, or somewhere around there. They've been here for a good couple hours, and Kaia's pretty much ready to go home.

Jody and Alex are waiting for them, the latter refilling her hopper while Jody greets them with a nod of her head and a smile. "I assume you've come to plan with us?"

"Of course," Claire answers. "Kaia was thinking that we could fan out and go for the rest; there's three people left and four of us so someone can stay on this side. That way, they're still covered and if one of us gets shot, they can go for whoever's left."

"I can stay back," Alex offers. "You guys have a better chance than I do of getting to and hitting your targets; you're the hunters. I just, you know, make sure you don't pass out from blood loss or lose an arm, no big deal." She grins at them after that, and Claire shuffles forward to punch her in the arm. "Ow!"

Jody rolls her eyes. "Claire, Kaia, come on. Where are the last three?"

"There's two of the left side of the field, one nearer to the edge than the other," Kaia reports. "Last I saw, one of them was hiding behind the fence and the other was in the shed-thing. The last guy's more towards the middle. He's just behind a crate, I think. Not much cover over there."

Claire places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Good. I'll take the guy in the middle, Jody can get the one on the edge, and Kaia, you're between us. Cool?" They both nod. "Alright. Go!"

She takes off at a dead sprint, her gun held up at her shoulder as Claire and Jody also run out with their own guns in similar positions. Paintballs start flying past her as she approaches, but she either manages to avoid them or the guy she's after is a terrible shot. It's hard to discern in the moment, and it doesn't matter anyway. Kaia just needs to stay in the game long enough to get this guy out.

To her left, she can hear Jody's gun firing and the wet smack of a paintball hitting someone. She breathes in, taking in while she's still running and pauses for a split second to shoot at the guy before she's moving again, quickly ducking around the dilapidated shed wall. A second later, the guy exits with paint splattered on his right shoulder and right over his heart.

"Green wins!" the employee calls, and the people on the other team offer their congratulations as they go to join Donna and Patience.

"Wicked shooting," the guy from before says, smiling at Claire. She smiles back, politely, then hooks her arm through Kaia's as they walk off the field.

"Did you have fun?" she asks, pulling off her helmet once they're in the clear. Her eyes are practically glowing and her cheeks are flushed from the exertion and excitement of their final match. Kaia doubts she looks that enthusiastic, probably more tired than anything, but for the sake of her girlfriend...

"It was great," she says, forcing a smile. It was, at least in the beginning. But so much time around the foreign plants of Virginia has seriously fucked with her allergies, and, well, the itch is turning into more of a buzz, and she really just wants to be inside.

-

Claire doesn't know exactly what's up with Kaia, but she knows when her girlfriend is lying. For her, the rounds of paintball they'd played had been ridiculously fun, it was like hunting but without the fear of being murdered and guilt of killing even though it was necessary. Kaia, though, looks tired and strangely irritated once she takes her helmet off as well. Looking around, she can see that no one else shares the sentiment. Donna and Patience are talking with Jody and Alex about how the last part of the match had went, complete with animated gestures from Donna and oddly accurate descriptions from Patience. Probably a psychic thing. The drive home is over nineteen hours, though, not including the stops they'll make along the way and one or two motels they'll have to stay in. There'll be plenty of time for Claire to figure out what's up.

Once they return the paintball gear, Claire and Kaia get in Claire's little red car to follow behind Donna's truck. It's pretty quiet except for the playlist Claire's put on and Kaia's quiet sniffing while they're driving.

Wait, what?

Claire glances over at Kaia, taking note of the way she keeps pressing her knuckle under her nose and inhaling softly, seemingly trying to muffle the sound. "Kay."

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

Kaia looks up from her phone. "Nothing, why?"

"You're like—" Claire tries to imitate her, keeping her focus on the road and only side-eyeing Kaia she does so "—doing that."

"Just thinking," Kaia says, holding up her phone screen and displaying a news article. "They're talking about the state of the music industry and how it's changing because of the way music streaming services are becoming more and more popular."

"Sounds interesting. Any mention of these guys in there?" Claire points at her own phone, which is sitting in a stand that's attached to the dashboard and displaying Bronze Radio Return's first album. Kaia peers at the artist for a second, looks back at her screen, and frowns, shaking her head. "Makes sense. They, uh, kind of went downhill after Old Time Speaker."

Kaia's head bobs forward in what appears to be a nod of acknowledgement and she goes back to reading her article, effectively ending the conversation. After one more side-eye, Claire turns her full attention back to the road. People on the highway are fucking crazy, something Claire's learned the hard way.

An hour or two passes before Jody calls them to say that they're going to stop to refill on gas and get some food, but that Claire and Kaia can keep going if they want to. "Just call us if you decide to stop as well, alright?"

"We will," Kaia promises, her voice slightly hoarse from not speaking for so long. At least, that's Claire's assumption. "Bye, Jody."

"Bye, Kaia. Take over for Claire soon, if you can."

"Yeah, right," Kaia mutters as Jody hangs up. "You? Letting me drive? Ridiculous."

"I let you drive!" Claire protests. Kaia raises her eyebrows skeptically.

"Name three times."

"After that werewolf hunt in Arizona, that one time with the Wendigo in Colorado, and—"

"Both of those involved you being so injured you couldn't drive!"

Claire rolls her eyes. "They still count!" Kaia doesn't reply to that one, bringing her hand up to her face and shuddering forward a few times. "Hey."

The change in tone is sudden, and Kaia looks back up at her. "Yeah?" For the first time, Claire notices how tired she actually looks, more tired than she should be after just playing paintball. Still, though, her eyes are pinkish and her face looks slightly swollen. Oh.

Oh, shit.

Claire's aiming for a casual demeanor, but she's pretty sure she fails. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, why?" Kaia blinks at her, eyes wide and innocent, but like Claire said, she knows when Kaia's lying. She doesn't want to pester her girlfriend, but at the same time she's probably been keeping this under wraps the entire time. There's no way Claire's going to make Kaia feel like she has to keep it quiet for any longer.

"You're having an allergy attack, aren't you." There's no actual question in her voice, a plain statement of fact, and Kaia's shoulders slump in apparent defeat.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Kay, are you fucking serious? You could have just said something, you don't need to do the whole suffer-in-silence thing. We talked about this, remember? I get to take care of you now," Claire says, doing her best to keep the majority of her attention on the highway. The number of cars has gone down, thankfully, so she's not as worried as she would be. "I want to take care of you. I love you."

"I love you too," Kaia says quietly, not looking at Claire. She means it, though. She always does.

Claire sighs. "Okay, here's what we're going to do: I'm going to pull off at the next exit and find a CVS. While I go in and get you some tissues and antihistamines, you're going to stop stifling. Holding it in's just going to make it worse. After that, we get back on the road and you can have a proper allergy attack as best you can while sitting shotgun in my car and decidedly not driving it."

"Sounds like a plan."

-

"h'ISH! ISH'uh! hih... h'TCHH!"

"Holy fuck."

Kaia laughs roughly, scrubbing the paint-splattered cuff of her sweatshirt across her eyes. "Hey, you're the one who... hih'TSH! ISH! Ugh. You're the one who said I could have an allergy attack."

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting... this." Claire slumps a little as she speaks, wincing slightly when Kaia sneezes yet again. "Gesundheit."

"I thought we agreed you were going to stop saying that," Kaia reminds her, pulling a tissue out of the box Claire'd bought and wiping at her nose. "Fuck, I just want to stop sneezing."

"It's a miracle you don't get too congested," Claire comments. "How are you still this bad after, like, four hours of being away from all the plants and stuff?"

"Delayed reaction," Kaia explains. "I'm lucky enough that if I'm around plants or dust or whatever for a little while, I... h'TSSHH! I don't really have a reaction until it's been a few hours. In this case, we were playing paintball and... hold u— h'KSH! t'HISH'uh! God. Basically, all the foreign plants, plus the beginning of ragweed season, combined to make this shit show." She gestures at her face, smiling exhaustedly before pressing a triple into her elbow. "huh'TSHH! ISH'uh! k'HISH!"

"Jesus, Kay."

Kaia shrugs. "Part of life. Can't really do anything but let it run its course."

"Still, though," Claire protests. "You look miserable."

It's not that Kaia has loud or even big sneezes; they're small and quiet but above all else, intense. Each one has her shuddering forward in her seat, whether it's stifled or not. (To be honest, it's impressive that Kaia even manages to stifle them, considering how strong they are.) Claire's never actually seen her have an allergy attack, and needless to say, she's surprised Kaia actually has energy left to sneeze. If it were her in Kaia's place, she'd probably be passed out by now. Although, the sneezing is probably what's preventing her from going to sleep in the first place.

"I'll be okay for a little while longer," Kaia says. "At least, that's the plan. h'TCHH-iSH'uh!" She wipes at her nose again, sighing. "We, uh, might need to stop before it gets dark, though. Fuck'ISH'ugh!"

Claire nods. "We can arrange that. Just tell me when." She looks back at Kaia in time to watch her sneeze half a dozen times, then pant with the effort. The whole ordeal is clearly taking more out of her than she can give, and Claire's left to wonder how long it'll take for Kaia to fully give up on trying to control them.

As it turns out, barely over an hour. They're calling Jody to let her know they'll be stopping at one of the motels just outside of Cleveland around six, then pulling into the parking lot fifteen minutes after that. Somehow, Kaia's reaction is just now reaching its peak and she's sitting with her hands cupped over her face, not daring to to lower them. "How're you holding up?" she asks, finally able to turn her full attention to her girlfriend now that they're off the road and checked into the motel.

"Just want to lie down. And stop sn— ng'SHHh! hih-hih-h'ISHH'ugh! iSH! Doing that." She sniffles and Claire pulls a couple tissues out of the Kleenex box, handing them to Kaia and letting her blow her nose before grabbing her hand and hauling her out of the car.

"Come on. We have a room, so you can lie down and I'll give you another dose of Benadryl."

"I've had two already," Kaia informs her, then sneezes again, groaning to herself. "Jesus fucking Christ. h'TCH! ISH-kTCH'uh!"

Claire grabs their backpacks out of the back of the car, along with the CVS bag of used tissues and other supplies. "Gesundheit. Times, like, eight hundred."

"Thanks," Kaia says. "Feels accurate for as much as I've sneezed today."

"Seriously," Claire agrees. "It's not usually that bad, is it?"

She shakes her head. "No, no. Pollen doesn't even set me off like that, not normally. It's dust, most of the time, but... t'KISH! I don't really know what it was today."

"Well, let's hope it doesn't happen again." Claire leads Kaia towards the motel room, unlocking it and ducking inside. "I'm going to assume you're not up to dinner?"

"I'm just going to take more Benadryl and hope I pass out," Kaia mutters, falling onto the closest bed and immediately sneezing into the pillow. "You can— h'heh'ESHHh! Go out and meet Jody if you want to. I'm just going to stay here."

Claire hands her the pills and Kaia takes them without a second's hesitation, dry-swallowing them and burying her face in her arms. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" She receives a thumbs-up in lieu of a vocal reply, and after tying her hair back, Claire leaves the motel room and waits outside the door for Donna to show up. Kaia'll be fine for an hour or two and after dinner, Claire will come back and find her asleep instead of a sneezing lump of misery.

To echo Kaia: At least, that's the plan.

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Hey there Price, I've got a theory or maybe it's just an opinion. I don't really know. So, you know the songs that act as counterpart or continuation (Glassred portrait drew, DOG, SOE, Etc), a lot say that as they are the counterparts they represent virtues. To me they are the virtues but to extremes like: Gumina's chastity to the point of denying or not understanding, Carlos is temperance but as cowardice (fleeing excesse), Allen is humility but to the point of doing everything he's told, etc.

Virtue opinion anon. Lemy is dilligence as his utmost loyalty to Julia, Gakusha (the only one that doesn't fall to the extremes) is kindness both due to his work as a monk and for doing the funeral for a criminal , "Michelle"/Doll I don't know how to put her on charity and Nyoze is definitely patience both for his work as a party leadear and his trust in Nemesis, he waited for her to do the right thing for her wrath to take over and end up killing him. I don't know, another of my mess theroys.

It’s an interesting and understandable area of analysis, but I don’t agree with your assessments. I feel that in order to make your points you’ve ignored the motivations and attributes behind the characters in question.

I think that to say that the songs are about virtues at all is to push a square peg into a round hole, to put it in brief. I certainly wouldn’t view an “excess” of these virtues as being embodied by these songs either.

To wit:

-Gumina does not deny her feelings for Cherubim out of chastity. Chastity has nothing to do with it at all--she pushes him away ostensibly because she was repulsed by his face, and in truth because she feared that their relationship would bring him harm. The song is about her mourning the man she loved, not abstaining from love out of a desire to remain pure, or anything like that.

-I’m tempted to agree with Carlos’ example, because he kills Banica out of horror of what she’s become, which is related to her gluttonous excesses. But cowardice has nothing whatsoever to do with temperance, and ultimately the song is him mostly bemoaning his inability to accept her out of personal weakness, not a fear of excess specifically.

-Allen might have humility (which I sort of doubt personally given his countenance in the novels), but I wouldn’t call it excessive even so. He makes it very clear in his narration and the chorus lines that he is not serving Riliane because he’s a doormat unable to disobey her orders, but because he is devoted to her and he wants her to be happy. There is in fact a kind of arrogance about it, even--The whole country would be better off if she were deposed, but he fights on her behalf because he values her more than the needs of the many. Not an especially humble stance.

-I mean, I guess he does exhibit diligence in the song, but that sort of implies that the only reason Lemy commits murders is a good work ethic, when it’s really a mix of his own nature as an HER and a desire to gain praise from Julia. Again--you could argue the virtue is there, but it’s not really in excess. Lemy’s evil and demise is unrelated to his diligence.

-Gakusha is performing his duty as a monk, not not doing an act of kindness. I mean, you could argue that it was kind, but he was also just doing what was expected of him in his role. And a kindness that specifically opposes Envy would be taking joy in another’s good fortune, which is definitely something he doesn’t do.

-The fact that you cannot come up with an explanation for the doll being charity is precisely my point up top. You are not analyzing the songs from an evidentiary perspective, you are creating a framework to look at them by and then trying to squeeze them into it whether they fit or not.

-You could argue that because Nyoze specifically dissuades Gammon from trying to get revenge on Nemesis, and he doesn’t retaliate when she kills him, that he does indeed represent patience, the opposite to Wrath (working in a political organization is not something I would consider as related to patience at all however). But that’s not the focus of the song. The answer song is from Nemesis’ perspective, and it is about their romance and her grief at losing him. It does not embody this virtue, it has it as a side note (and I also wouldn’t call this an excess--what is the correct solution here? For Nyoze to kill the girl he loves for something he knows she isn’t doing of her own volition? To escape only to have her get killed? He made the choice he thought would spare her life, which was to allow her to take his).

--Also, Nemesis...didn’t kill him because her “wrath” took over? She killed him because PN forced her to.

I hope none of this sounds rude. Ultimately, I feel that the answer songs are just meant to elaborate on another side to the story they are an answer song to, whether it’s someone who cares about the featured contractor or, in Margarita’s case, the organization operating in the background (which is immensely important to the arc but not necessarily Margarita on a relationship level...). I don’t think there was any intention of making them embody virtues or be linked together by some common thread outside of that.

#()anonymous

[s-creations]

Return the Flames - Chapter 5

All at Dead Bird Studios knew of Amos' (The  Conductor's) ability. How the owl could suddenly erupt into flames if  angered enough. When the studio first opened, Dominic (DJ Grooves) was  told that Amos had his ability under control. Nothing to worry about. No  possible loss of anything from an open flame.

A few years later however, and that control seems to have lessened to a dangerous degree.

It should have just been a simple, week long drive to fix the problem. It really should have been.

Dominic should have asked a lot more questions and should have been prepared for a twist ending.

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Fandom: A Hat in Time   Rating: General Audience   Relationships/Pairings: The ConductorXDJ Grooves   Warnings: Eventual depictions of violence, slow burn relationship, named characters, attempt of an accent, being hunted down, a race against time (sort of).

Dominic counted the next two days as a sort of quiet blessing. The 48 hours passing with relative calmness that made the penguin think something bad was about to happen. Learning from the first night, Domini bought a large cooler. Along with a few bags of ice from whatever convenient store they were close to before arriving at the hotel they were staying at for the night.

 The penguin had planned for the first night. A way to  hopefully relax before fully diving into their journey. He was not expecting it all to turn out like it had.

 What worried him the most was how subdued Amos had suddenly become. He would either be asleep or completely quiet as they traveled. He would push Dominic to use the bathroom to clean the day’s travel smell off before filling it with ice and hiding himself away. It was such a stark difference to the owl’s regular, bombastic personality.

 Dominic honestly missed that loud and confident version of his ‘used to be’ rival. Because the bird before him now just gave off the air of surrender. Which Dominic just hated. But he was unsure how he was supposed to help.

 So, they just traveled in silence. Taking in the surroundings, which quickly became dull. The same woods could only be that interest for so long. Even if there was now an incline added to their travel. The valley below just offered more trees.

 They were traveling down such a road the afternoon of their fourth day when they approached something strange. It appeared over the crest of the horizon and gave the penguin driving a moment's pause before he realized what he was looking at. A blockade, a strong line of crows stretching around the road that were dressed in black trench coats. Dominic slowed the car down as they reached said blockade, confused as to what was happening. The slower speed woke Amos. The owl furiously scrubbed the sleep away as he looked around. No doubt expecting to see some buildings.

 “Are we there?” The owl grumbled weakly.

 “Ah, no… We’ve come across something strange.”

 “What are ya- What the peck is this?” The owl exited the car to get a possibly better look at the wall of crows before them. “Oi, what are ya peck necks doin’ in the middle of the road!”

 “What yourself Amos.” Dominic warned as he joined the owl. “Funny question. Those aren’t your actors, are they Darling?”

 “No. They don’t live this far out from the desert. Those peck necks...they don’t look right…”

 Dominic didn’t like this. But he had a feeling that just turning around wouldn’t help this situation at all. He put on his best performance smile and addressed the crows before them with his charm. “Good afternoon Darlings. Is there a problem here?”

 There was no response. Dominic’s smile slowly slipping away as the silence stretched on.

 “Grooves…” Amos’ quiet utterance of his name made Dominic’s worry grow. Turning to face the owl, he saw the other’s attention directed behind their car. The situation became further dangerous when another blockade appeared there as well. Same crows, seeming to double the numbers that surrounded them.

 Dominic was now angry. This was, for whatever reason, a trap and nothing that the penguin wanted to be a part of.  “Alright gentlemen, I’m not feeling very welcomed here. Is there something we can help you with.”

 “We are not here to be welcoming.” A crow finally spoke from the crowd standing at the front of the car.

 “Then why are you here. If you don’t mind me inquiring.”

 “We are here to ask you to stand down and to hand the Phoenix spawn you have over.”

 Both directors were shocked to hear the sudden request. But Dominic wasn’t going to play this game. He placed a hand on Amos’ shoulder. A silent request for the owl to remain quiet.

 “Rather bold of you and your team to make such a demand. We are not a ‘Phoenix spawn’, as you say. We’re just pn a break from our jobs to take a small vacation. See the different sights that this world has to offer.”

 “We request you to be silent penguin. We are C.A.W., the Crypto-hunters Advocating for Well-being. We know your vehicle was near and fled the fire that was created at the dinner. A fire that can only be created by a Phoenix. No one who is ‘innocent’ would flee. Now, for the safety of others, turn over the Phoenix spawn to us.”

 “I’ll show you spawn.” Amos growled dangerously.

 “I don’t believe we have any reason to go anywhere with you.” Dominic argued, tightening his grip on Amos’ shoulders. The crow who had spoken shook slightly, his neck seeming to expand. Dominic assumed their feathers were puffing out in frustration.

 “The being you are so determined to project is dangerous. He is not allowed to have this freedom if he is going to harm others. He must be put down before he can cause any more damage.”

 That was not a welcoming response. Even Amos seemed to have lost some of his bravado hearing that.

 “...I will have to politely decline that request.” Dominic answered, pushing the owl back towards the car.

 “This was not a request. You will be handing over the Phoenix, now.”

 Dominic didn’t respond. He had a feeling they weren’t going to talk their way out of this. It was unclear what this group was capable of. Dominic, however, wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out.

 “What exactly are ya planning here?” Amos asked, actually sounding nervous as the penguin joined him back in the car.

 “Something possibly stupid. So, you should enjoy this.”

 “What are ya-” Amos yelped when they suddenly shot forward. The murder of crows before them diving away as they zoomed by. “Are ya peckin’crazy!”

 “Do you want to go with the quite literal murder group? I don’t know about you, but I would like to survive this.”

 The owl didn’t reply. Instead, he turned to the rear window to see if they were being followed. His stomach dropped at seeing the numerous black cars. All gaining ground quickly.

 “Uh, Dominic… I don’t want ta pressure ya, but they’re gainin’ ground.”

 “Peck.”

 If they weren’t running for their lives, Amos would have revealed in the fact the penguin had just cursed. As it was, he wished Dominic would have been a bit harsher with his word choice. Because the owl had a few words of his own to say. If only his mouth would unstick with the fear running through him.

 “How close are they.” Dominic voiced through gritted teeth.

 “Uncomfortably?”

 “That’s not helpful Amos!”

 “I don’t know what ya want ta- Back! They’re gonna ram us!” Sure enough, a hard hit landed on the back driver side wheel. Both winced at the sharp change in direction before Dominic corrected themselves. “Peck necks! Can’t this thin’ go any faster?”

 “I’m already pushing hard.”

 “Fine, then try and keep it steady.”

 Dominic looked over quickly, mouth dropping as Amos partially crawled out of the window, sitting on the car door. “What are you doing!”

 “‘M goin’ on the offensive, just drive!”

 The penguin did as requested, his heart hammering in his chest. So focused, Dominic was startled when one of the chase cars was actually blasted away and consumed by a large fireball.

 “Amos!”

 “Just drive!” The owl scrambled to remain upright as the car was hit again.

 “Would you please get rid of the one that’s hitting us!”

 “They’re too close, I could hit us too!”

 Dominic’s retort died in his throat when he noticed the warning signs of a sharp turn approaching. It became more worrisome when the penguin realized the car wouldn’t turn. “Amos, we have a bit of a problem...”

 “Yer tellin’ me!”

 “We have a new problem! The care won’t turn and we’re coming up on a curve!”

 Amos turned towards the front of the car, seeing the warning signs they were passing. Over the horizon, the curve itself was starting to grow closer. “Uh...do we have a plan?”

 “No, and we’re coming up on it fast!” Dominic winces as they were hit once again. “And our new friends aren’t letting up!”

 “I don’t know what ya expect me ta-”

 One final hit and they were sent over the edge. Breaking the guard rail, Amos winced as he was hit with the small pieces of flying shrapnel. They flew a few feet in the air before landing hard among the trees and rocks. Amos was flung from the car, hitting the ground and only stopped rolling when he ran, back first, into a tree. Dominic hit his head against the steering wheel from the first impact before being knocked around as the car flipped over. Which it only did once before being halted by trees as well.

 Amos was the first to move. His body loudly protesting at being moved. But his mind screamed that they were still in danger and that Dominic might be dead. As quickly as he could, Amos limped his way over to the crumpled car. Wrenching the door open revealed an unconscious Dominic. A wave of relief hitting Amos when he felt a pulse from the penguin. The owl was also happy that he was able to free said penguin from the wreckage with ease.

 It was uncomfortable to carry Dominic on his back. But Amos didn’t know how else to move the other to safety. As he started to slowly treck away from the destroyed car, Amos caught movement from atop the hill they’d just plummeted from. The C.A.W. agents were crowded around the destroyed portion of safety rails. All scrambling to find a way down. Without the express route the duo had taken.

 Amos didn’t dwell on it. He needed to get away and hopefully find a way to heal them up. His feathers ruffled feeling eyes narrowing on his back as he moved further into the forest.

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 Dominic felt absolutely terrible as he rejoined the waking world. His head was throbbing as he attempted to move.

 “Ye’re awake?”

 Moving his head, Dominic slowly realized he was resting on Amos’ back. The owl carrying him through the slowly thinning forest.

 “...Amos?”

 “Aye. How ya feelin’?”

 “...Wonderful. Like I just got a massage.”

 “Good to see yer wit is in full force. ...Seriously, how are ya feelin’?”

 “I don’t think anything’s broken. But...I hurt everywhere…”

 “We’re nearin’ a town. We can take a better look when we get there.”

 Dominic’s eyes quickly scanned the area, only to find more trees. “How can you tell? It all looks the same.”

 “Hear cars and people. If it’s not a town, hopefully we can get a ride ta one.”

 It was, thankfully, a town they approached. With a lot of watchful eyes and raised brows as they made their way to the first convenient store they came across. Dominic would have been angry that no one was stepping forward to help. If he wasn’t more concerned about being in constant pain and wanting it to just stop.

 Dominic let out a small grunt as he was sat down on a bench outside the store. Amos bending down to examine the penguin, who in turn saw how rough the other appeared.

 “You look like how I feel.”

 Amos snorted, hands gently running over Dominic’s limbs, chest, and back. “Yer not lookin’ too great yerself, so don’t count yerself out. But I’ll take it as a compliment. ‘M not feelin’ anythin’ broken… Goin’ ta get some supplies. We’ll ya be alright out here?”

 “Yeah… I think people are keeping their distance. For some strange reason.”

 “Alright, Mr. Comedian, sit tight.” Amos departed, Dominic seeing a predominant limp as the owl moved to enter the store.

 The penguin wasn’t sure how long the other was gone. Dominic nodded off a few times before Amos returned, plastic bags full of supplies resting on his arms. He silently sat down on the bench next to Dominic and started to patch the penguin up. Amos was gentle as he administered the medicine and wrappings. It hit Dominic that the owl was probably used to patching up his grandchildren. Not injuries of his caliber, the penguin hoped, but no doubt getting the same care and attention he was receiving.

 “There...ya made it out pretty well. All things considered.” Amos commented, breaking an ice pack and pressing it against the knot forming on Dominic’s forehead. The penguin let out a hiss of discomfort, Amos starting to put the supplies away.

 “Thank you. Let me take a look at you now.”

 “‘M fine.”

 “We don’t have time for your self-sacrificing nature. Let me take a look.”

 Amos huffed and pushed the materials closer to the penguin. “Fine.”

 “...Thank you, Amos.”

 Dominic was gentle and moved slowly as he checked the owl over. He wasn’t sure if it was Amos’ given heritage, but the owl was surprisingly in tack for being thrown from a moving car. A lot of cuts and bruises, but no broken bones or close to death injuries. Even the leg appeared to just be bruised with Amos needing to remain off it for a while for it to heal. All seemed fine.

 At least, until he checked Amos’ back. The owl winced when Dominic touched the wounded area. “Bruised ribs?”

 “Possibly.”

 “Let’s not take the chances and act as if they are. Shirt off,” Dominic held back a smile as Amos’ feathers puffed out, “Come now, don’t argue with me.”

 “Peck neck.” Amos grumbled, but did as was requested.

 Dominic was careful as he wrapped another ice pack gently against the owl’s back. Trying not to invade to close into Amos’ space. The owl practically looked anywhere but at Dominic.

 “There...you’re all set. We’ll need to change out that pack every few hours.” The penguin advised as he poured a few pain pills out and handed them over. Amos downing them quickly.

 “...Thank ya…”

 “You’re welcome...Darling. Now, let’s find some place to eat. We really need to talk about what happened.”

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