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factual-fantasy · 5 months

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26 ASK! :DDDD🎉🎉🎉

I do not.. :/ Sorry!

@mason-gaylord

:DDD Thank you!! ☕ I'm hanging in there as best I can <:) Thank you for the well wishes. I hope the same for you!

@boxofcreampuffs (SKJAJD HORSE XDDDD)

AAAAA THANK YOUU SO MUCH!!! THATS SO SWEET!! I PLAN TO GET BACK AROUND TO BOTH FANDOMS SOMETIME SOON AFTER MY COMIC IS DONE!!💖💖💖💖💖

@chaotic-public-menace (Post in question)

<XD While that is true, this comic is way overdue. Its taken me some weeks to make and it should have been up like a month ago! I just wanna get it done already so I'm trying to not get distracted by FNAF and other drawing ideas-

@ditzyclown

I haven't actually decided on whether or not the other Addison's were good or bad guys. This would change their reaction to seeing Spamton.

I had this idea that Spamton's world is a lot like Seam and Jevil's. Its more cruel and wicked than the original Deltarune.. And Spamton might not have been particularly close with the other Addison's.. They had no time for bonds or relationships. It was a dog eat dog world, every man for himself.

Branching off of that, one idea I had was the other Addison's had become jealous of Spamton's success and tried to kill him by pushing him into the acid pools.. Only for Spamton to survive and reemerge as a horrific looking creature..

If I go with the evil Addison story.. some Addison's might run away in fear just because of how horrific Spamton looks. Though some might deliberately abandon him becuase they hated him/were jealous of him and felt like he deserves this.

If I go with a story where the other Addison's weren't responsible for the acid fall.. they might still run away in fear. Seeing this horrible beast.. not realizing its one of their own.

@bunny-coffee

XD No problem! Soft boi Gregory is best Gregory!

@beryl-shade

In my AU, none of the other Glamrock's know that Gregory exists. But if they did, maybe Roxy would envy it a bit..? Having someone look up to Freddy and not her might hurt her ego a bit.. :(

@elegysonnet

Oh no no, his top and bottom row of teeth are separate. Like these pictures here show,

(Post in question for the pictures)

The top row of teeth all fused together and became one big cracked tooth. And the bottom row did the same. But the two rows are separate and he can still open his mouth.

To think that if while he was initially melting, he had kept his mouth closed? His teeth would have melted together and he wouldn't be able to eat anything easily.. if at all.

Please don't draw fanart of any of my stuff. There are no exceptions.

(Also thank you💖)

@skellacant

Thank you! :DDD

@iziria09

You just made their night XDD

Thank you! I'm hanging in there 😅 I hope you are well too! :}}

They're dry :x

@crimson-thinker

I imagine that Bonnie Bowl might have a flashlight.? And Pirates cove would have a box of confiscated Bon-cams XD

I don't really remember what the other collectables were in the game so I don't really have a reference to go off of..

Buuuut,,, maybe from Bonnie bowl you could also get one of Bonnies signature bowling balls? A purple bowling ball with a rabbit ears print on it somewhere.

And for Pirates Cove perhaps a cheap pirate captains hat? I had this idea that there's 100s of these cheap captain hats that Foxy gives away to the kids every day. So maybe that could be a collectable too? :00

@ninaandthegames

XD Once I'm done with this project that will be me. Posting the most painful angst I can conjure up

I have not. But something tells me its about Hares/Rabbits XDD

@randox-talore

Yeah, me and some friends theorized about that. We thought "Maybe Vanessa or William is taking care of the animatronics and keeping them clean"

But even if they were, you cant help certain wears and tears. They would look noticeably worn, stained, torn in some places and a bit brittle in others after so many years of just existing.

They also missed out on a lot of scares by making them pristine. Bonnie's face could have had a crack/split down the side. "Oh yeah that's been there for a while, its fine" Only for it to fall of later in the movie revealing these piercing red eyes and a Childs head lodged in Bonnie's face/jaw.

Or Chica could have her beak come off or dangle down and reveal colorful wires hanging down.. and.. is that a childs arm.?

(Post in question)

Oh yeah, he'd be scared. Even the Captain is spooked in that AU XD

@kaiserdarken (WAAA SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE! I was originally going to draw something as a response to this but I never got around to it and it got burriedddd.. my apologies. Better late than never I suppose-)

I do celebrate Halloween, which means Bibi and Jangles would as well XD For Halloween I like to dress up in some way and carve pumpkins. Although I forgot to carve any this year and didn't have a good opportunity to dress up unfortunately-

I can see Bibi wanting to dress up and carve pumpkins too. But he might not actually be strong enough to puncture a pumpkin to carve it <XD He'd need some help-

Jangles would just eat all of the candy. Plus pumpkin pie and more candy-

(Again one of those asks I was going to respond to with a drawing but never got around to ittttt.. I'm sorry-)

Its been so long since you sent this I cant actually remember what it was referring to.💀 IM SO SORRY! Its still funny though! <XDD

(Another ask I was going to respond to with a comic- sorry for the lateness!)

Thank you so much! And yeah, "Jangles looks like Papyrus," I get that a lot <XD

(Yet another late ask that was meant to have a drawing attached😭 Sorry!)

(Bibi sweating profusely) "PLEASE do not die for me- I prefer you were alive--"

@minnesotamedic186 (ANOTHER late ask meant to have its own post but I got lazy😭💔Sorry!)

The basic idea for my Kirby AU is that I took the other metaknight's and added them to the Kirby Right back at Ya universe :00 I cant remember what info I shared before because this ask was sent so long ago.. but I'll just recap Axe Knights story because it has the most detail!

Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower, and best friend. He was with Metaknight from the very beginning. They became star warriors together when they were both a bit young. Axe Knight truly believed in Metaknight. He saw greatness in his friend, he saw a true hero. And he truly believed Metaknight was going to end this war and save the world. Its because of this adoration and belief, that Axe Knight devoted himself to Metaknight and proclaimed himself to be his first follower.

It was not too long after when tragedy struck. A battle broke out and Axe knight sacrificed himself to protect Metaknight. As he lay on the ground, dying from his sacrifice.. he saw Metaknight too laying on the ground nearby. Unmoving, and in a pool of his own blood. Axe knight died with his heart twisted in grief. Thinking that his sacrifice had failed. And that his best friend had died.

Metaknight of course survived, and Axe Knights sacrifice was the only thing that saved him. But Axe Knight didn't know that before he died. Metaknight buried his best friend and left that planet in grief. Forever changed by this loss..

But Axe Knight.. wasn't totally gone. Axe died grieving, thinking that this world lost a great warrior; Metaknight. Thinking that it was so cruel Metaknight didn't get to live longer. To travel the universe and save lives. They were robbed of a hero. Because of Axe Knights failure. His soul was so disturbed that it couldn't move on. He later crawled out of his grave, with a fiery determination to make things right. To go out there and save as many lives as possible. To protect anyone he can and to help all who need him. Because that's what Metaknight would have done.

Eventually after years of blindly wandering the universe.. battling monsters and saving innocents.. he crosses paths with dreamland. He finds himself in a little town full of Cappys.. And then he runs in to a familiar face...

(ANOTHER ASK THAT WAS MEANT TO HAVE A DRAWING RESPONSE IM SORRY-)

I was going to draw a comic of Jangles making a vlog style video. "Hey guys, welcome to pranking with Jangles. Today I'm gonna prank Bibi by throwing this cheese slice at his face!"

He sneaks up behind Bibi who is sitting on a beanbag and reading or something- "Hey Bibi" He turns around

Jangles throws the cheese slice and it completely misses and just splats on the ground. "Oh oops"

Bibi: "????"

@uay778 (The last ask that I was going to draw something for and never got around to. So sorry!)

I was going to draw a comic to this where I replace the bandages with clean, fresh ones. But then they immediately get soaked with blood again XDD Its just a part of my design!

#my response #tw body horror #fnaf security breach #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie #octonauts #deltarune #undertale #spamton #bibi and jangles

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foolishlovers · 24 days

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do you have any non-explicit fic recs? im having trouble finding some😅

here are some of my favourite non-explicit good omens fics

[you can request more fic recs here]

Stockholm's Other Syndrome by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 5k) Grand Duke of Hell Crowley kidnaps Supreme Archangel Aziraphale so he can finally do all those vile, nasty things he has always wanted to do to him. Like feed him sushi or force him to take a walk in the park. Hold his hand so he doesn't escape. Truly disgusting things.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by Sabotaged_Words (G, 6k) After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

Fever Dream by AppleSeeds (T, 8k) When Anathema declines Crowley's invitation to go out for Halloween to stay in and look after her roommate who's feeling unwell after his flu vaccination, Crowley abandons his own plans and heads over there to do something to help Aziraphale (who he happens to have an enormous crush on) feel better too.

Slow by write_away (T, 9k) It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 (T, 13k) For the most part, Aziraphale sees himself as a rational angel who follows a consistent moral code. That has been his identity for millennia, and it comforts him, gives him stability in an ever-changing universe. What he feels for Crowley is decidedly not rational, and that's more terrifying than the Great Plan failing him. (Or, Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage together after the world doesn't end, and Aziraphale tries to be brave.)

muddle through somehow by curtaincall (T, 27k) Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband…

Fifteen Years of Heartache by mondlichtmaus (T, 20k) Crowley was roused from his nap by the sound of somebody opening the door. He didn't move. Maybe they would go away. "Excuse me?" someone called. They weren't going away. Crowley rose, lifting his head to squint at the intruder. A broad figure, silhouetted by the light of the hallway. He couldn't make out his face, eyes still bleary from sleep. Just a halo of light framing his head. "What?" Crowley grumbled. There was a moment of silence, then the intruder spoke again. "Anthony?" - They're teachers. They're in love. They're oblivious.

Flowers From Hell by entanglednow (T, 41k) In which Aziraphale makes more of an effort to be involved with Crowley's interests and hobbies.

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim (T, 133k) Aziraphale finds himself in a very awkward position as some sort of spell makes everyone merely glancing in his direction instantly fall deeply and desperately in love with him. Absolutely everyone. Well, apart from Crowley, that is. And while both angel and demon search for a solution to this fairly unique problem, Crowley can’t help wondering whether Aziraphale might finally figure out some things he kept hidden for so very long.

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T, 146k) “Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

[and here are two of mine]

Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers (T, 3k) It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart. Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it?

Every Part of Me by foolishlovers (T, 10k) Heartthrob rockstar Antonia Harmonia, better known as Anthony J. Crowley offstage, has safeguarded his singing career from his best friend and long-term crush, Aziraphale, for nearly two decades. But when Aziraphale stumbles upon Crowley’s secret at one of his concerts, Crowley is suddenly confronted with unexpected consequences. Could the best of both worlds be within his reach? A Hannah Montana AU.

[you can find more fic rec masterposts here]

#good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic #good omens human au #good omens fanfiction #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfic #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #go fic masterpost #foolish recs #foolishlovers

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞-𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐊

Pairing: FEDRA!Javier Peña x firefly!reader

Genre: slice of life, smut, romance, angst, enemies to reluctant friends to lovers, TLOU AU, minors dni

Summary: Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest.

As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

word count: 4.3k

chapter summary: heavy words are exchanged, and swallowing your pride, you try to make it up to Javier. Scouting for supplies doesn't go as planned.

warnings: canon typical violence, no y/n, mentions of suicide/attempted suicide, heated arguing, mention of side character deaths, angst, mentions of blood

Whistle-Stop - A small station where a train stops only on request, typically for rural or low-traffic areas.

You wonder what this train might’ve looked like when it was up and running.

The grunts Javier makes while securing the fence fade into the background. You stare at the rusting vehicle. How many people did it used to hold? Where did it go to? When the sun shined through the moving train just right did the people that occupied it felt mesmerized by its beauty? Did they feel like they were in a movie? Were there couples who sat and listened to music together? An old lady sitting with groceries between her legs?

Is the train happy that it’s only you and Javier who occupies it now?

You will never know the answers to these questions.

“What are you doing?” Javier hisses between clenched teeth. Your eyes slowly drop down to him. He’s glaring at the rusty chain links. You hear him angrily muttering something in Spanish. “If you don't start holding that properly, I’m going cut myself and get fucking tetanus in the damn apocalypse.”

You hold the chain links higher and he shakes his head, his tongue tight between his lips. “But I guess you’d like that.”

“Not as much as you think,” you answer. “I would feel obligated to look after you. It wouldn’t be that fun.”

“Why?” he snorts. “Because I saved you? Just end my misery if I ever get sick. I don’t think you’d make much of a nurse. No offense.”

“Offense fully taken. I totally could.”

“Nurses are compassionate,” he emphasizes, rolling his tongue. “They look after you and tell you everything is going to be alright.”

“So you want me to lie to you?”

“I want you to make my last moments bearable.”

Javier stands up, brushing his hands off on his pants. "Just, give me that," he grumbles, taking the chain links from your grip. He walks over to where the posts have already been secured in the ground and starts to attach the links to the posts.

“You’re not actually sick, you know that right?” you ask, following him. Sweat clings to your skin.

“Hm?” he turns to you briefly before turning his gaze back to the fence. “No, I guess not.”

He begins by using U-shaped fence staples to secure the links to the posts. He hammers them in with a mallet until they're tight and secure. Once he's finished securing the links to the posts, he stretches the chain links across the length of the fence, making sure they're taut.

And all you do is watch.

Before the outbreak, you might’ve been mesmerized by his face, his neck. Even now it’s hard not to be entranced, but you feel disoriented with your thoughts. You don’t feel like you’re a part of the world, but you also don’t feel like a part of yourself, your mind churning on its own without a soul in it. It’s like a constant fog in your head. Clouding your judgment.

Javier uses pliers to twist the links together at the end of each row, connecting them to the next row of links. He repeats this process until the entire fence is complete. Finally, he adds a top rail to the fence, securing it to the posts with brackets.

“That should do it.” he says, turning to you and clapping his hands together. You can tell that he’s proud. “It should at least keep us safe from wandering animals.”

You look around. The wind blows warm. Surprisingly enough, you don’t feel trapped. You feel free. Safe. Secure. These are emotions you aren’t used to, for years you haven’t felt safe with anyone, not even the fireflies.

“What about infected?” you ask, meeting his gaze.

Javier, chewing on his bottom lip, comes closer. The space between you and him is paper-thin, almost non-existent. Your skin prickles as you feel his need to touch. If you just leaned in, move a bit closer, you know that he’ll wrap his arms around you in an instant. The air is heavy with his longing need to comfort you.

You’re still not sure if this habit of his has something to do with you specifically or if he’s just generally like that with women.

“We’ll be safe,” he says firmly. He’s trying to convince himself more than you. “Besides, I think the one you ran into was a one-time thing. Just…” he sighs and drags his thumb down the bridge of his nose. “Just don’t go on any late night strolls and you’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t strolling,” you say, for some reason defensive.

Javier’s brows crease, his frown deepening. “Then what the hell were you doing out there?”

“I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t sleep in the uncomfortable fucking seats.” you shake your head with frustration. He takes a step back, pulls out a cigarette, and stuffs it between his lips. His movements are rigid, yet he’s buzzing.

You meet his glare and he lights his cigarette. Takes a deep inhale. You watch as his chest expands.

“I don’t answer to you.” you remind him. “This isn’t some FEDRA mission where you have foot soldiers working under you. I can do what I want.”

“You almost died.”

“Yeah? So? What’s it to you?” you lift your chin, relishing in the defiance of his words.

His jaw is set tight, molars grinding together. He takes another inhale of his cigarette. He answers as smoke pours down like a waterfall from between his chapped lips. “You’re a goddamn pain. A thorn in my side ever since—”

“You met me?” you bark a laugh. “You’re doing the same thing I said I would do if you ever got sick.”

His brows pinch with confusion. “What?”

“You feel obligated to take care of me,” you explain. “Because I dragged your ass away before Kathleen could hang you. Before she could put a bullet through your head. Just like she did with your friends.”

He takes a sudden step forward and you flinch back, your stomach drops.

Your eyes are round with shock. As if you were burned, your hands move to cover your mouth but upon noticing the instinct, you lower them. You said what you said. Your heart sinks into the dark pits, and your gaze falls to the ground. You don’t want to look at him. He’s right, you are a pain.

You feel the heat of his anger on your skin like ashes raising with the wind and kissing your cheeks. He’s glowering at you. A bit too long for comfort. You only hear the gravel crunching as he takes a slow step back. A noise vibrates in his throat.

“We’re going to go and find some mattresses. Rip the seats out, try to modify them.” he suddenly says. You refuse to look at him. “If that’s alright with the righteous rebel?”

You’re far too stunned to come up with a witty response.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he mimics you, and flicks the end of his cigarette to the ground. He steps on it. You’re positive he’s imagining it’s you when he does it. “Maybe you’ll stop being so fucking unpleasant all the time if you get some sleep.”

You look back to the train and you wonder.

Is it happy that it’s you and him occupying its metal walls?

He doesn’t talk to you.

It’s kind of funny that he’s giving you the silent treatment. Like either of you is close enough for that to have an impact. He walks ahead, you a couple of steps behind. The cabins you came across so far were rummaged to death, only rubble and one can of Chef Boyardee’s ravioli left behind. He wrinkled his nose when you showed it to him. You shrugged and put it in your pack.

The cabins were basically falling apart, one had a tree going through the roof, and the other had some parts of its wall stolen for—what you assume at least—use.

Javier suddenly stops and points ahead. Following his finger, you notice another cabin. Nodding, you follow him.

Is he actually not going to speak to me?

Oh, the guilt. It comes crawling back. It rakes your skin from your feet to your head, leaving uncomfortable lingering blossoms of pain. He blames you for it. That much you can say with certainty. And to a degree, even if you didn’t know what Kathleen was capable of, it was your fault.

The soles of your feet ache, burn, every time you take a step. It would be great if you could find some new insoles. Your pretty sure the inside of your boots is filled with blood.

A soft hiss of pain rattles in your throat. Javier slows— he doesn’t look back, doesn’t say a word, but he does slow down. But you might’ve be imagining it, you have no idea. Maybe you sped up without knowing and it looked like he slowed down. Why would he care anyway? He hates you. You hate him. The silence shouldn’t be bothering you.

However, you are a decent person, at least in these conditions, and you are grown-up enough to acknowledge that you’ve gone too far with your words. This man isn’t a punching bag. You had no right to vomit your anger at him.

“Javier,” you speak up and he actually does slow down, leaving only a step or two in between. Still, he doesn’t turn around to look at you. The cabin looms closer now. “I’m…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right, I’m just being unpleasant.”

His steps come to a full halt. Your breath hitches as he turns to you. You think he’s going to come closer, cup your cheeks and whisper that everything is going to be alright—But he doesn’t. He remains rooted just a bit ahead. Observing you, his brown eyes a shade darker. He tilts his head, and a chill settles at the bottom of your spine.

“I don’t hate you,” you blurt out, his look feeling like an uncomfortable second skin stretching over your body. “But I still can’t fully trust you either. I—” you swallow and close your eyes. “I don’t know what to think of all of this, Javier. One moment I was trying to save the world, and now I’m…playing house with a FEDRA officer. I’m…it’s hard. But it’s not fair of me to put that on you. Especially since—”

You shake your head, the rest of the words dying on your tongue. You don’t want to think about what happened in Kansas City. You don’t want to even verbalize it. You bury it down. Force yourself to forget what you had unknowingly contributed to. Javier seems to understand that because instead of acknowledging your sudden loss of words, he says something else.

“We’re not playing house, we’re surviving.” he says bluntly. “The fireflies lied to you. FEDRA lied to me. We were both promised something impossible from the start but believed it anyway. I…I don’t…” he lets out a deep sigh. “I don’t know how to talk to you. There’s this—this fucking ball of fire sitting on my chest, and whenever I think too hard about…everything, I get so fucking angry with you. I shouldn’t.”

He takes a step forward, you fight the urge to back away like you did earlier today. You raise your brows when he opens his palm, and without much thought, you place your hand on top. Javier gently curls his fingers, sliding them up so he’s holding your wrist. The pad of his thumb lies directly on top of your pulse. He can feel your rapid heartbeat.

“I don’t want to be mad at you,” he states calmly. “But you need to stop treating me like the enemy. Like every dialogue between us is an ongoing war. It’s not. We’re not on the battlefield anymore. It’s over.” he turns and starts walking again. You’re left behind, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I trust you, you know.” he calls out. “I might be angry, but I do trust you.”

Javier has always been good at noticing details.

Before FEDRA, before the outbreak, he didn’t have much of a life other than his job. He would’ve thought dealing with cartels and working at the DEA would prepare him for all of this. For the violence, for the inhumanity.

But it didn’t.

He takes the first step inside the weathered cabin. Details. It’s all in the details. He doesn’t need to look to see. You walk in without a thought, you don’t see it. You don’t see the small armless doll on the floor, the broken shards of glass on the coffee table, the splatters of blood on the window.

But you do notice the stench. You see the bodies. There are two of them, a woman and a man decaying, their hands still locked together. Javier sees the gun and his skin prickles.

It smells god awful. His gaze moves towards you. You don’t seem bothered— No— That’s not the right observation. You look like you’re used to it. There’s a difference. However, you’re definitely bothered. He can tell by the way your nostrils flare, by the way your eyes move a beat faster around the room.

You move closer to him unconsciously. He wants you to feel safe so he gets close enough so that his shoulder is touching yours. You visibly relax.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he murmurs. “Maybe there’s something there.”

When they stand at the bottom of the set of stairs, a loud banging echoes. By pure habit Javier slides in front of you, his arms slightly outstretched with the intent to keep you away from whatever lurked in the house. He pulls out his gun, and he notices you doing the same.

It’s a slow climb. The sound gets louder and louder, screeching and clicking bouncing off the rotting walls. Your breathing is fast and uneven, his probably isn’t that much better. In hindsight maybe leaving the cabin as soon as they noticed there was an infected inside would’ve been a better choice, but where they resided isn’t that far off. It wouldn’t be a stretch for more infected to come this way if they don’t get rid of it.

They reach the door and Javier’s stomach churns. On top of the molding door is written “ALICE’S ROOM” with stickers covering the rest of the wood. His eyes snap to you, your gaze glued to the writing.

Bile coats his tongue, his stomach lurching uncomfortably. By looking at you, he’s reminded of the younger FEDRA soldiers. The ones that had nothing to do with anything. They were fresh out of school, orphans, mostly.

As soon as Javier opens his mouth, the door shakes with a bang, and both of you jerk away. His heart beats in his throat. He meets your gaze, he lifts three fingers.

“On three,” he mouths without making a sound. You nod.

For the first time, he’s pleased that you used to be a firefly. He doesn’t want to imagine being in this situation with someone without any experience. This whole thing would be much harder then.

It all happens in a flash. Javier kicks the door open, you aim and shoot it right between its eyes. The small body drops, the sound of it making his skin crawl.

“Shit,” you murmur, exhaling a shaky breath. “It’s just a fucking kid.”

It is. A girl, probably seven or eight. She’s wearing a polka-dot dress and a pink neon slap bracelet around her tiny wrist. Her face is indescribable, the fungus had corrupted her from the inside out, bursting from her skull.

“I guess they couldn’t…” Javier swallows, his fingers twitch and he goes to feel the outline of his cigarette pack. “They couldn’t. And locked her in here, then took their own lives.”

“That’s a shitty thing to do.”

He scowls as he turns to face you, you’re quick to shake your head and raise your hands.

“That came out wrong. I meant leaving your kid to suffer like this and escape. We…” you close your eyes, hold them like that for a while before opening them again. “We all thought about it, one way or another, to take a way out. That’s not something I judge. But why make her suffer alone?”

“I imagine it was more complicated than that.” he licks his lips, and follows his jawline with the pad of his thumb. “But…I do agree with what you’re saying.

We all thought about it, one way or another, to take a way out.

He doesn’t like the images his brain flashes at him. You, with a gun in your hand, aimed at your head with tears flowing down your face. He’s felt the same, tried the same, so it’s hypocritical of him to get angry at you for going through something similar. But he can’t help it. His blood boils, the skin underneath his nails itching.

“I want to bury them.” he says suddenly. “They were a family. They deserve to be together.”

He’s not sure if you’re giving him a look of pity or compassion. Your brows are turned upward, lips stretched into an affectionate smile. He expects you to say no. That’s all you’ve done after all. Get angry with him, chew him out. He deserved it. But still, it hurt. He didn’t expect all that to happen, he wasn’t aware he was just a clog in a fucked up machine. Javier grinds his teeth, goosebumps flare over his skin. Unknowingly he had closed his eyes. He was weak. He was—

“Sure.”

His eyes shoot open but he doesn’t look at you. His gaze glued to the child infected that lays in a puddle of blood, threads curling out of the poor girl’s bloody lips.

Javier closes his eyes, lets out a deep breath, and answers.

“Thank you.”

The sun was hell. Javier never actually liked the heat. He was used to it, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed being under it for hours non-end. The fabric of his shirt felt like second skin.

Images of him peeling it off flashed in his mind. It was a bit gross to think, but he imagined himself feeling relieved after it. Like a snake shedding skin. The cool air would caress his overworked muscles, his body would feel a thousand times lighter.

Then he would hop into the shower, wash away the residue of the sweat and grime.

Javier's gaze drifted towards his father, Chucho Peña, who was regarded as a pillar of the community. Always willing to lend a helping hand, he was a trusted confidant to many in town. Javier, too, had received his fair share of unsolicited wisdom from his father, who never shied away from imparting his knowledge to his son. It didn’t matter if Javier asked for it or not. His dad was always eager to push his son in the right direction.

His father came out of the ranchhouse holding two sandwiches and two beers. Javier watched as his father took a seat on the stairs, creaking under the old man’s weight.

At first glance, the younger Peña could see the similarities between him and his pop. The eyes, the lips, the stubbornness on world views. They never seemed to see eye to eye. A fact of life he grew up knowing, something that made him acutely aware of other sons and their relationships with their dads.

Their noses were different though, a stark reminder of Chucho’s once other half, his better half, as he liked to put it.

The thought tugged at his heartstrings. He wondered what his mother would think of him now. Would she be proud? Or would she share a similar disdain for Javier’s choices in life like his father did? Would she be worried? Would she clutch the phone whenever something came up on the news about the cartel?

Javier's dad grunted, clicked his tongue, then tapped the pre-packaged sandwich against Javier's calf without looking.

“You sure you don’t want one?”

“I’m good dad, thanks,” he answered. “Those taste like shit by the way. I’m pretty sure they put plastic instead of actual cheese.”

“Well sorry we can’t accommodate to your taste buds son,” he pushed his sunglasses up and gestured next to him. “Sit.”

Javier did what he was told and picked up a bottle. The cold condescension chilled his fingertips, made him almost drop the bottle. He cracked it open with his lighter, then opened his father’s beer as well, placing it next to him.

He took large gulps as Chucho peeled off the plastic of his sandwich.

“Seriously pop, don’t eat that.”

Side-eyeing his son, Chucho sunk his teeth into the bread. He winked at Javier when he swallowed.

Javier let out a low chuckle and shook his head.

“It’s your funeral.”

Javier brushes his hand over the beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. His sunglasses, perched on the bridge of his nose, start to pinch uncomfortably and the skin on his nose begins to itch. He takes them off and hangs them over the collar of his shirt.

“What was your family like?” you ask.

Javier stills mid-shovel and looks down to the ground. They had buried the parents first, now it was Alice’s turn. The sight…isn’t pretty, to say the least—not like burying bodies is ever is pretty. He looks over to you, his stomach flipping as you look at him with expectant eyes. He’s not sure what it is that you’re expecting, but he resumes his shoveling, covering the girl’s face first.

“I lost my mother when I was young,” he answers, matter-of-factly. “I lost my dad on outbreak day. We were just done fixing up the fences. He asked me to come over so I could relax a little,” with a smile, he shakes his head. He hadn’t realized his voice started to tremble. “But of course his understanding of rest was work. Bless him. He ate one of those crappy gas station sandwiches.”

“Then…you were there when he turned?”

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t need to say more. What else can he say? It was obvious what he did. Javier had blacked out and when he came to, the gun was already in his hand, smoke twisting out from the nuzzle, his body acting by instinct.

Now that he thinks about it, if it wasn’t for his trigger-happy finger, he might’ve rather gotten bitten instead.

But his dad had probably preferred to go out the way that he did. Still disagreeing with him, even after death.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Javi.”

Javi. It’s the first time you called him that. His stomach twists and his muscles tense. You always went the more official route in referring to him, which makes him believe he looks like absolute shit right now. So much so that he was garnering your pity.

The way you sound reminds him of clouds, a softness that would disappear as soon as he decided to jump into it. He sighs and instinctively touches his sunglasses without the intent to put them back on.

“Your father’s?”

He jerks at the question, his skin prickling at how intently you’re observing him.

“How about we keep our histories to ourselves,” he mutters without any real emotion behind his words, his chest heaving as he piles dirt over the tiny body under him.

He feels you coming closer. The dirt moves under your boots as you take the shovel from him. His fingers twitch at the sudden emptiness, his lips parting with surprise when you look to him. It’s been a while since a woman gazed at him like that. Like he’s more than what he is. You’re seeing him for the first time. The hurt, the helplessness. Or you’re only now choosing to see it, your anger and hatred towards him finally fading.

Javier’s not sure if he likes that. Some masochistic part of him wants you to treat him the same way that you had for the last couple of days. It’s what he deserves. You’re supposed to be his divine punishment, not a blessing.

“Sit down,” you say. “I’ll do the rest.”

He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t snap and say that he can do it himself, or that this was his idea and he should be the one to bury them. He drops down from where he’s standing, crossing his legs and pulling a cigarette to his lips. You’re slower than him. And he notices you struggling with the shovel, your knuckles white as you put more pressure on your fingers so your soft palms don’t chafe against the worn-out wood.

The sun beats down on them both and he wonders when the autumn chill will start. He desperately craves the caress of cooler weather.

As he watches you, he takes mental notes of what the two of you would need for the coming winter. Before carrying out the bodies, Javier couldn’t help but check the master bedroom, the bed there was somewhat intact. It should do you good for now. The seats of the train didn’t bother him that much.

Javier shakes his head, taking a deep inhale, he fills his lungs with nicotine. He’d gotten quite good at lying to himself. His back cracked with protest, but his mind conjured up other reasons why his bones might be aching.

You’re almost done. He remembers the guilt he had in not being able to bury anyone as he ran away with you. Not that Kathleen left him much time to think it over. Some part of him still wishes he had some fight in him back then. Maybe he could’ve at least found Steve, bury him someplace nearby the city, but it would be impossible to carry someone his size, maybe even heavier.

You throw the last patch of earth and turn to him, you’re out of breath, your chest moving up and down as you lean against the shovel.

He glances at the graves, his lids feeling heavy over his eyes. He wonders if they were at peace now.

Javier muses to himself, he thinks about the daughter running up to her parents in the afterlife, hugging them, crying.

It’s stupid, but he likes to believe it to be true.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña x y/n #fedra!javier p #javier peña fanfiction #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #narcos fanfic #narcos x reader #javier pena x y/n #javier pena x you #scheduled post

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amethyst-halo · 4 months

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YOUR ART IS SO PRETTY AND I'M ALREADY OBSESSED WITH YOUR PUTT PUTT BRANCH AU !!!!

TY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im gonna use this as a chance to explain putt putt branch au a lil :3c

it started with me going "what if, following this comic, clay finds out branch was also stranded away from the village" so i was thinking about like how would that work out w everything plot wise?

clay and branch help viva establish the putt putt trolls! branch is still gray from losing his grandma but clay is helping him! they travel a while and find the golf course, and viva immediately takes charge of the group. clay is a little distracted by figuring out what's wrong with his brother, but ends up taking charge of the boring side of the operation when he sees viva struggling.

branch eventually opens up and tells him about what happened to their grandma, blaming himself for both that and his brothers leaving. clay insists that it isn't his fault in the slightest. branch asks if they're ever gonna see their brothers again, and clay (kinda hesitantly) promises they'll look for them once it's safe to. in the meantime, clay convinces branch to help him help viva run the place and build up their new society!

back in troll village and the tree, floyd comes back a while after the escape to find the tree dead and the village in ruins and abandoned. after exploring a little he finds branch's glasses in their old pod and thinks he left him to die, which causes him to go gray. he spends a little while there and as he's about to leave, he meets none other than cloud guy, who (very annoyingly) shows him through the tunnels and towards the new village

he gets there and figures out branch isn't there, which only enforces his idea that he died, as well as his grandma being missing. floyd decides to stay and build branch's bunker for him, except he doesn't have the plans so he has to wing it. he is kinda left alone due to being gray and becomes the local sad boy recluse, avoiding parties and being social in general due to his grief and self inflicted shame.

after a few months, a young poppy starts following him around and trying to befriend him. he doesn't really respond but he doesn't chase her off, allowing her to do what she wants. it takes a whiiiiile, but he slowly warms up to her, though he isn't about to drop his problems on a child. eventually, she reveals she found something in the tunnels during the escape and shows him; turns out it's branch's bunker plans, which makes floyd emotional. the two end up in a sorta older brother-younger sister friendship by the first movie!

when movie one happens, poppy runs to him for help when the chef captures her friends. floyd, of course, is immediately on board, not wanting anyone else to die because of the bergens. it kinda plays out similar to canon, with floyd finally admitting he feels responsible for losing branch. she helps him figure out he couldn't have known, and in turn he helps her when creek betrays them all, finally gaining some of his colors back

the second and third movies are pretty rough in my brain atm tbh aksdhjkhdkfh i do know that floyd gets captured during the second movie, leading to the third being jd receiving a forged letter and going to poppy for help and them setting off to gather up his brothers since they're the best chance they have at the family harmony. when they find clay they also find branch, and branch is a little sore about floyd seeing poppy as a sister when he was out there waiting for him, but they talk it out after everything!!!

this was not supposed to be long! welp! hehe

#sketch answers #trolls #trolls au #putt putt branch au #anonymous

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the-badger-mole · 8 months

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would you do a little one shot about aang with a steam baby?

How Do You Mend?

It took Aang six years and nine months to figure out that Katara was the absolute best he would ever get in this lifetime. It took another four months for him to try to find his wife and two children. The plan was to show up in the Southern Tribe with an armful of gifts for all three of them and a shiny new saddle on Appa to rescue them from the desolate frozen desert Katara had been born in. He was greeted by his stony faced ex-in-laws telling him that Katara and her kids had moved on years earlier and were living well in the Fire Nation. That was fine. Aang knew that his friend Zuko would be taking care of Katara and her children as if they were his own blood.

Katara greeted him with the cool, impassive expression he recognized from the few diplomatic trips she took with him. She was glad to see him, despite what her eyes seemed to convey. She had been planning to write him, but maybe face to face was better for something like this.

They were getting married. Katara and Zuko, that is. It hadn't been announced publicly, but the rest of their friends and family - which apparently no longer included Aang- already knew. Katara had a request from Aang in particular, which she told him she expected him to have no issue with. It had, after all, been nearly ten years since Katara had left. Ten years since he'd seen his first two children. They barely remembered him, and Zuko had been the only father they'd known for most of their lives.

"They're my kids!" Aang insisted. "I'm their father!"

"If you care about them, even a little," Katara pleaded, "then do this for their sake, not mine. He just wants to make sure they're taken care of. We both do."

"So what I think doesn't matter at all?" Aang felt his anger rising again. The familiar tug of the Avatar State pricked at the base of his skull and through his fingers and toes. Katara recognized the signs, but she met his eyes firmly as the wind picked up.

"No," Katara replied coldly. "Your opinion hasn't mattered in a long time, by your own doing. The only reason we're asking you is because of your position. Any other man would be considered an abandoner, and we wouldn't need your permission.

"You're asking me to give up my kids!" Aang whimpered. Katara rolled her eyes skyward and sighed.

"You've already given them up," Katara told him. "I'm only asking you to make it official. You have other children now. Other airbending children. You have your legacy. Let me have mine." Beyond her, Zuko stood at the top of the stairs, alone now. He was keeping his distance, but he looked formidable with his dark robes and even darker scowl. He turned back to Katara and sighed. He was no good at this sort of thing. People tended to listen to him because he was the Avatar, but he was never very persuasive on his own. But he still had to try. He begged for time to adjust to the idea, which Katara gave, grudgingly. Aang was allowed to stay for a few days- was expected to, in fact (as Avatar, he had recently been neglecting his duties to at least be seen in company of foreign dignitaries). He kept his eyes open for reasons to say no. For any sign of insincerity in Zuko to suggest that once he had Katara, he would drop the pretense of wanting to be a father to children that weren't his.

Aang had his chance to see Zuko with Bumi and Kya at a dinner hosted in Aang's honor. They had his attention as much as the Crown Princess had. Izumi, too, seemed to have accepted the new additions to her family. The three were nearly inseparable the entire evening. Zuko danced with both Izumi and Kya throughout the evening, letting them stand on his feet as he took them through the still unfamiliar steps. Bumi tugged at Zuko's hand, urging him to pile plates high with the sweets he was otherwise only allowed in small portions. At one point, Izumi had run to Katara to fix one of the Southern Water Tribe style braids she'd insisted on for the evening. Katara and Zuko's engagement hadn't yet been announced publicly, but still, the Fire Lord was never far from Katara or their three children. There was genuine affection in his face whenever he looked at Bumi and Kya.

Aang slipped away halfway through the evening, making his way to the stables, where Appa was being kept. He was, perhaps, not as surprised as he should have been when Katara appeared in the doorway.

"He loves them," she told Aang quietly. "He already thinks of them as his own. Izumi thinks of them as her siblings. And I'm adopting her, too." Aang was silent for a long moment. He turned away and busied himself with a matting in Appa's fur.

"I came here to ask you to forgive me," he told her.

"I forgive you," Katara said simply. "I did a while ago."

"But you won't come back to me?"

"No."

In the end, and for the first time ever, he gave Katara exactly what she asked for. He signed away his paternal rights, allowing Zuko to adopt Bumi and Kya officially at the same time he married Katara. It was, Aang thought as he made his way back to the Air Temple, full of squalling babies and aggravated mothers, the greatest sacrifice he'd ever made in his life. His last gift to the only woman he'd ever loved and her children.

Follow up to Severing the Tie and to How Things Fall Apart

#atla #zutara #steam babies #anti aang #anti kataang #severing the tie #how things fall apart #i'd been wanting to get a bit of aang's perspective in this story #i think this fits #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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justporo · 2 months

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Hey Poro. I don't recall you ever talking about your Tav. Do you have any posts about them or any cool info you wanna share? (Saw you were open to asks, so I thought I'd drop one hæhæ)

Oh yes, hello! I guess you're right. And that although she's the Tav in most all of my stories (especially my longform fics).

So let me introduce my wonderful girl to you. And yes: her name is indeed just Tav. Don't come for me - I didn't plan for any of this but now here we are. I am just Poro and she is just Tav.

I'm always happy about questions about my girl tho - I do have a background story and all flashed out for her. I just... never talked about it??

Oh, and she's been my profile pic from very early one, I am still in love with the wonderful drawing @azaani-art did of her!

Full Name: Tav (yes, that's it, maybe she takes on Ancunín sometime, eh?) Race: Woodelf Class: Ranger (Urban tracker background) Height: 5'5 Pronouns: She/Her

More about her personality and backstory below the cut!

Personality: She's witty, rebellious, will stab you if the need arises or pickpocket all your gold if you're mean to her. But she still believes that there's ultimately good in the world. A hope that sometimes makes her take stupid and naive risks. And never has she experienced a love like she has with Astarion - and she's sure she'll never will again. Might be it started as a silly crush because she never experienced someone giving her this kind of attention, but now... She'd kill for him and die for him - although she'd very much prefer the first.

Story: Tav was the daughter to a loveless affair of a very high-up wood elf noble, her father, and her high-elf mother from Baldur's Gate. Immediately abandoned by her mother after birth on the steps of a cloister in the city where she spent the first few years of her life. A life where she was treated harshly from the very first steps on she could take. So still being a child, she fled the abuse and started to live on the streets of Baldur's Gate where she not only had to grow up quickly but learn how to be proficient with sleight of hand, stealth and running away as fast as possible when the former two skills weren't enough. She always did what it takes even though it meant making objectively stupid decisions. She's hardened, cold, with a sharp tongue and violent if need be to those she perceives as a threat because you had to be if you didn't want to be taken advantage off as a woman. But this also means she's made herself unapproachable, so never really has she experienced someone giving her attention for anything but her skillset, complimenting her, wooing her. But to those she perceives as her friends or close ones she's a helpless people-pleaser and pushover rising from a desperate desire to not be left alone again; deeply believing she's only worth as much as she can be of use. She joined a band of thieves for which she and her friends she found there took on highbrow heists - until the day Tav was taken and a parasite in her brain but much more a sassy vampire shook her and her beliefs to the core.

A few more funfacts:

the piercings she has, she's done herself (thank the gods she didn't die of an infection

the tattoos she has she had done very young when she felt rebellious after she first found out about her real father - back then she thought it would make her look fierce; now she knows it was a little stupid but they're a part of her now; Astarion likes to let his thumbs run along them and calls her his "little fiend"

her main role during her thieving times was stakeout and keeping an eye on the others from above with her bow - during long and boring stakeout times she picked up drawing as a hobby: she just drew what she saw, so she could keep an eye on stuff but also busy herself

the scar is from her time when she first fled the cloister and joined a group of street kids (all boys) and she was repeatedly forced to show how brave she was; always having to be at least twice as couragous as the others just to make up for her being a girl

she has a definite problem with authorities

and she could probably drink you under the table

she's not good at taking care of herself, so Astarion calls her his street cat - and has to teach her a thing or two about self-care

#OC #my Tav #Tav #bg3 tav #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #meet my Tav #fox

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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Hi hi would you be willing to write something where Moxxie had a little brother that stayed with crim (due to not having a safe way out) and they get to see each other again after years of thinking Moxxie abandoned him?

Platonic ofc

Find You

Moxxie Knolastname/ M!Brother!Reader

This is so sad I HATE it I must write it immediately.

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Y/N was two when their mother died. He blamed Moxxie, for being the one to actually push her, but he blamed Moxxie for taking all of Crim's attention. For years he'd been trying to track down that stupid asshole. Chaz was... there. He and Y/N were complicated. Crim specifically said for them not to interact. He didn't need two gay sons.

Y/N was practically attached to his dad by a leash. A very forceful one.l, that allowed little leniency. Y/N had been wearing that leash thin for years, eventually getting to the point Crim gave up on his chokehold and let Y/N do whatever he wanted! In the house.

When Moxxie showed up, Y/N hadn't even been told of the plan. Walking in on Crim slapping him, he didn't feel remorse. Instead, when his father looked up at him, Y/N was prideful.. and scared.

"Aha, there's a son that knows what he's doing. Y/N! Come over and say hello to our old friend."

"Y/N.."

"Moxxie. Long time no see." Y/N's voice is all venom, but his hands are shaking when he helps Moxxie up and shakes his hand.

His brother looks horrified and guilty, eyes wide and building tears.

"I thought you'd be-"

"Dead? You have such little faith in us, Mox. We can fix that for you."

"Gone. I thought you'd be.. safe, by now." His voice lowers, still holding Y/N's hands. He ignores the previous comment, but Y/N only grins wider. The hat on his head casts half a shadow over his face.

"Oh, Moxxie. There's nowhere more safe to be."

Crim let's out a laugh that makes his eyes shut, and Moxxie catches the genuine anxiety on his brothers face before it's quickly masked with a smug expression, so quickly Moxxie thinks he'd imagined it. Crim beckons Y/N closer and pats his back.

"You tell him, Y/N."

The silence is.. less than ideal. Y/N clears his throat, extending his arms to the side politely.

"May I show Moxxie my room?"

"Sure. Be quick, Chaz needs you in an hour."

"Got it."

Y/N walks off, waiting for Moxxie in the doorway. He hesitates, then follows after a noise from Crim. Y/N scoffs, rolling his eyes as soon as they're out of sight.

Moxxie clears his throat and Y/N makes the mistake of glancing over his shoulder as they climb the stairs.

"I.. I'm glad you're okay."

"Okay?" Y/N laughs. "Funny joke. Nothing is okay here."

".. then come with me. We can just.. leave. Right now."

Y/N stands at the top of the stairs while Moxxie rests two steps down. He extends one hand, and Y/N stares at it. Moxxie goes to lower it, defeated, but Y/N grabs it and twists his arm, wrenching him closer forcefully to snarl in his face.

"You're such a-" Y/N cuts himself off. "You're such a traitor."

He drops Moxxie's arm and the imp stumbles up the steps. "What?"

"Come on."

"What do you-"

"Follow."

Y/N hisses. Moxxie follows him down a hall then to the last door on the left. He steps inside, and locks the door behind him. Moxxie rests a hand on his brother's shoulder, and Y/N whirls his fist back and strikes him between the eyes.

"Hey!"

Y/N pins him on the ground.

"I have half a mind to kill you."

Y/N has the same, slight country accent their mother had. It's faint, but Moxxie does a double take. Y/N's eyes are cold, pupils shrunken in rage. He shivers and Moxxie realizes he's crying.

"You left me. Didn't even think about coming back!"

"Y/N-"

"Dad's been looking for you for years! I'm not even allowed to leave the house because he doesn't want me to run off."

"N/N.."

Y/N falters. Moxxie cups his face, brushing the tears on his cheeks. Y/N sits back on his knees, hands limp in his lap. Moxxie sits up carefully, just in case Y/N decides to bite at him again. Moxxie takes Y/N's hands, running his own up Y/N's arm to where the sleeves are messily rolled up. There's hundreds of scars just on his arms, years of doing all sorts of work for his father, and no doubt his abuse.

"You have no idea how long I waited." Y/N whispers. "It finally sunk in after the second month of waiting by the window for the car to drive up, drop you off. Run down the stairs.."

"I'm so sorry."

"No. You.." Y/N sniffled, a grim smile coming on his face. He grabs Moxxie's hands and keeps them still.

"I am. I'm taking you with me this time. When we leave, you're coming with me."

Y/N stands and Moxxie sits on the floor still.

"I mean more to dad now than you ever will. He only wants you here for the stupid wedding."

"What?-"

Y/N looks scared, beside himself, and.. defeated. Only now, in the moment of quiet confusion, can he properly study his brother.

His eyes are tired and weak, dull from years of manipulation and force. His skin is pale, like he hasn't been outside, and his fingers twitch mindlessly, on call to rip someone apart or rip himself apart. He's staring at Moxxie when he makes his way back to his face. Y/N's back straightens.

"Come on. Crim needs you back soon."

"I wasn't just trying to cheer you up."

"Mox. Please."

"I'm taking you back with me. Youre- You're too young to be put under so much."

Y/N sighs, exiting the room and going downstairs.

Moxxie stays still, frowning.

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"Y/N!"

Crim shouts when he comes back inside. The Imp practically runs to his father.

"Yes, sir."

"That stupid bitch killed some of the strongest men here."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Now, you have to kill her."

Y/N practically stops breathing. He opens his mouth but no words come out. Crim isn't even looking anymore, sitting at his desk and writing in scribbled, messy lines that only he possesses.

"Uh.. no."

"What?"

"No."

Crim beckons Y/N forward, then grabs his shirt collar. Before he can say anything, Y/N climbing the desk and leaping him to jump from the window, knocking over his desk and chair in the process. The window shatters and Crim is dragged halfway out before letting go. His shouts fall on deaf ears, Y/N's no longer playing his game.

Moxxie. I'm coming to find you.

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This is horrible I might rewrite it later 😀🔫

💙

#helluva boss #helluva boss x male reader #moxxie #moxxie knolastname #brother reader #answered #how do i tag this #helluva boss crimson #helkuva boss moxxie #crimson knolastname #💙stories

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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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Hey beautiful! 🥰 I'm on a mission, which brings me to your blog tonight for a request. And there's no rush my love, so please take all the time you may want or need. I don't mind waiting at all ❤️.

Okay, picture this: Friends to Lovers kind of deal and Mutual Pining with F!Reader and Frankie Morales. They're out on a mission together but are only gathering intel so they're not planning to fight the enemy, and it's an exceptionally cold night wherever they are (could be an abandoned warehouse, a motel room, or in hiding in the trees etc, just somewhere where they're staying close to each other). She goes to tuck in for the night as there was no activity to record from the threat, but Frankie can hear how cold she is. Like, she is shivering, and the man just can't take it anymore. He tucks in for the night too but lays down beside her instead, placing his chest against her back to keep her warm.

Let the smut and/or fluff commence from this point onwards. I'll leave you to decide which route to take this story after this point. Thank you in advance and love ya bitch! 😏❤️

Chloe I LOVE this request 🥰🥰 Hope you enjoy 😉

Be my Lady?!

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (female receiving), mutual pining, one bed, unintentional teasing, cursing, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The static of the radio startles you as you gaze through your scope at Javi’s villa. It’s been quiet, thankfully but it’s been days out here in the thick jungle and the weather is beginning to drain you.

“Fuck, this is boring as shit. I think we’ve gathered enough information, wanna head out?”

“Fish, I thought you’d never ask,” you radio back with a smile in your voice.

“I aim to please half-pint.” You roll your eyes at the nickname he’d bestowed upon you back when you first joined the team. “Meet you at the starting point. Better hurry if we wanna get the chopper to pick us up today. The weather is getting real bad.”

“See you in five.” Packing up you head out to meet Frankie and once you make your way through the clearing you spot him leaning against a tree. He’s fiddling with the watch his daughter got him, something you helped her pick out and you take the opportunity to admire him.

His tack trousers hug his thighs just right and the way he’s leaning back with his legs slightly crossed over highlights his impressive package. The red shirt he’s wearing peaks out under his rain jacket and a smile works its way onto your face. It’s the one you bought for Kris Kringle one year and he always seems to have it on when you’re out together.

“A watched clock never chimes, Fish.” He smiles up at you, that dimple you love making an appearance. “Is that what they say,” he asks as he pushes off the tree and picks up his rucksack. “Winds picking up,” he says, tilting his head to the sky. “Don’t think we’re gonna make it back to base tonight.”

“Damn, I was hoping for a hot shower.” Frankie clears his throat and avoids making eye contact as he begins to lead the way. “Saw a cabin about a mile north, a little run-down but should be ok to haul up there for the night.”

“Once we get out of the rain I’m happy. Lead the way.”

***

When Frankie had said a run-down cabin you were expecting a shell of a building but it was actually in decent condition with a small bed and an open fire. Dropping his rucksack on the ground Frankie turns to you with a serious look on his face and his hands resting on his hips.

“There’s only one bed.”

“So?”

“Half-pint, there’s two of us and only one bed.”

“Yeah. So? We’re grown-ups, we can work something out.”

“You take it. I’ll sleep on the floor. I’m sure there’s some blankets around here somewhere,” he says as he begins to look around.

“Fish, it's ok. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor. You got a bad back.”

“Well, I ain’t making you sleep on the floor before you even suggest it.”

With a sigh, you take a step closer to him and rest your hand on his arm. “I was gonna say we could share the bed.”

His eyes move slowly along your figure before landing where you're touching him. He gulps loudly before meeting your gaze, “you sure?”

“Positive. Now, let’s get that fire lit. I’m freezing.”

Frankie helps you light the fire before heading out back and getting some extra wood to try and keep it going for the night. You take the opportunity to change quickly into dryer clothes but you can’t seem to shake the chill that’s set in your bones so you riffle through Frankie's bag and throw on one of his shirts.

“Hey got enough to keep us going and I’ve cut some extra out back just in case we…” Frankie falters as he turns and spots you standing there with his shirt on. Your gaze wanders and you can see the effect you're having on him through his trousers.

As soon as he realises what you're looking at his face heats and he drops some of the wood. “Fuck, is that my shirt?” He stutters.

Biting your bottom lip you nod your head, “that’s ok, right? I’m just really cold. Needed the extra layers.”

He clears his throat as he makes his way towards the open fire, throwing some logs into it. “Yeah, yup that’s fine…I uh…yeah.”

You try hard not to laugh at how cute he’s being and the thought that he might just feel the same way as you, passes through your mind. He removes his wet jacket and grabs some food from his bag before reaching out and offering you some. “Thanks,” you say with a soft smile, patting the ground beside you.

Huddled together by the fire tucking into the food the sound of the wind howling outside draws your attention. “Shit, that’s bad.”

“I told ya it was gonna get bad. The weather here is always shit. Don’t know why that asshole has a villa here.”

“Hmm, at least we can be back on base tomorrow. I’m missing my bed.”

Frankie snorts a laugh, “that’s saying something. Those things are hard as shit.”

You yawn and Frankie’s eyes flick towards you, “you should get some sleep”, he says tilting his head towards the single bed. “I’ll keep this going a bit longer.”

“You should rest too, Frankie.”

“I will, I promise.”

“You better Morales.”

He watches you wrap the thin blanket over you and settle on the bed before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He was so screwed.

***

A little while later you begin to shiver a little, the thin blanket doing little to alleviate the cold. Frankie notices from where he's sat by the fire and decides he’s going to have to brave it out and hop in beside you.

“Mierda. You better not show me up, you hear. We’re in this together alright. We can't scare her off.”

You realise that he thinks you're asleep but you wonder who he’s talking to. When you peak at him from under the covers he’s pointing at his rather large bulge. Jesus, he is big. When he stands you turn back around and wait as he strips out of his tack trousers before lifting the covers and slipping in behind you.

It’s awkward given how small the bed is and Frankie is a hulk of a man but he manages to fit behind you. He’s careful not to touch you, well any more than can be helped. You shiver again and suddenly Frankie’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you back against his hard chest.

You’re nestled right up against him and a contented sigh passes your lips. “That better,Hermosa?”

“Hmm, yeah. You’re like a space heater.” You wiggle your butt unconsciously seeking out his heat and a strangled groan comes from behind you. His hand grips your waist tight, “half-pint…Mierda! You gotta stop…I’m not gonna…shit, I’m not gonna be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”

“Who says I want you to?” You turn your head slightly when he doesn’t say anything but then he’s pushing you onto your back as he nestles himself between your thighs. His breathing is ragged and his pupils are blown wide. “Are you sure you want this,Hermosa? I won’t be able to stop once we start. Wanted this…shit, wanted this for so long.”

You bite your lip and nod your head at him. He shakes his and moves your hands above your head. “I need to hear you say it, half-pint.”

“Fuck me Frankie, please.” His eyes close and he groans as he grinds his hips into you. “Fuck your huge, Fish.”

“Don’t call me that, not like this. Say my name.” He grinds his thick length against you again. “Frankie,” you whisper in his ear.

“Fuck. Want you so bad, baby. But I gotta get you ready for me.” He moves down under the covers and pulls your pants down exposing your aching cunt before lifting your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face into you, breathing you in. “Fuck baby you smell so good. Bet you taste even better.”

He licks a strip through your folds and you arch off the bed with a strangled moan. His nose presses into your clit as he devours you. “Oh fuck…Frankie.”

Ooh! You moan as your back arches off the bed, hand finding purchase in his hair. He grips your thighs as he buries his tongue inside you. Fuck he knows what he’s doing. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to that edge and you all but shout his name as the pleasure from your orgasm consumes you.

“Frankie.”

His tongue licks around his lips as he emerges from under the covers laying his body flush with yours. You reach up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You reach down and grip him tight in your hand. “I wanna taste you now.”

“I won’t last,” he breathes out as he shakes his head. “Next time, baby. Right now I gotta feel you wrapped around me.” He pulls his boxers off and quickly discards them before lining up at your entrance. “Ready baby?”

“Yes. Need you, Frankie.”

His hips thrust forward burying his thick length deep inside. “Mierda. So fucking wet baby. You feel like heaven.” He pounds into you, fucking you deep into the mattress below you, the bed squeaking from the force.

“Oh god….Frankie, I’m gonna….oh…fuck…I’m gonna come.” His hand holds your hip tight as he keeps hitting that sweet spot. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Wanna feel you.”

“Frankie,” you cry out as your cunt flutters around him. He groans as you squeeze him tight only thrusting a few more times before he follows you off that ledge. He comes hard with a grunt of your name as fills you full of him.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he slumps on top of you. You both lay like that for a while, his cock still buried inside you as you run your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen on this mission.”

“Me neither,” he mumbles into your skin. “Fucking happy it did though. I owe Pope for swapping with me.”

“What?”

Frankie lifts his head slightly so he can meet your gaze. “Pope was the one who was on this mission with you but I asked him to swap. Wanted to spend some time with you, just you and me.”

“Got it bad, huh?”

He reaches up and places a soft kiss on your lips. “You’ve no idea, baby.”

“Well, I got it bad for you too.”

“Yeah? So does that mean you're my lady now?”

“I’ve always been your lady, Frankie.”

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#pedro pascal #frankie morales x female reader #pedro pascal x reader #frankie x reader #Frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #frankie friday #pedro pascal fanfiction

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aita-blorbos · 6 months

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AITA for lying to my mom?

I [15F] have been called many things. Quirky, weird, dorkish… a lot of things. But when everyone else has judged me, my mom has always supported me and my interests throughout the years. She doesn't always understand, but she's always been there to defend me.

A few months ago, though, I kind of went too far. I brought some snakes to school to help act out my final book report, and they got free, and started terrorizing students and teachers… My mom was not happy. She decided to send me to this camp over the summer to help me "think inside the box" and "learn essential life skills." But I didn't want to go at all! I don't need to be like other kids. She said she just wanted to help me, but it felt like she wanted to change me.

When the bus came, instead of getting on, I… chased after this bird. He stole my favorite book, I couldn't just let him go! So I ran after him, and he led me through this magical doorway into another world. Crazy, I know, but I promise it's real. I met this really cool old witch and she agreed to teach me magic. I didn't want to stay forever, but it's an actual magical realm just like the stories I read. Well, not just like it, but it beats summer camp!

I didn't want my mom to worry, so I kept texting her, pretending that I was at camp. I didn't want to lie, but she would totally freak if she heard the truth. I didn't think it was a big deal; I was planning on going back eventually, but then… Well, we lost the magical doorway.

I tried to stay calm. I thought, fine, I won't be back in time for the school year, and my mom will be worried, but I'm okay! I'll figure out a way home and apologize for running off, and everything will be fine. These kinds of stories always have a happy ending, y'know? If I work hard, and keep learning magic, then I can have a happy ending too, right?

So that's what I did! I kept studying and fighting and trying my best to make a new doorway, and it finally paid off. The portal I made was… a little off, but it kind of worked? I was just going to go through and tell my mom that I was safe, but I couldn't actually get back home. I was in this weird space between worlds, and I could only show up on reflective surfaces.

I talked with my mom, who hadn't yet realized I was gone (a shapeshifter had taken my place, but they're cool), and she really freaked out when I told her what was going on. She thought I hated her, and had chosen to run away to get away from her, and she made me promise to come home and never leave again. I did, but… I don't know if I can do that. I have friends here, a girlfriend, an awesome cranky mentor and a weird demon brother, and I can't just abandon them.

My mom isn't a bad person, and I don't think it's unreasonable that she wants me to come home. I want to go home too! But I don't want to leave my friends behind, and I don't know if they could visit me in my realm. She didn't seem to realize that I'm happy here, it's like all she heard was "I'm trapped in a crazy realm of witches and demons" and tuned out everything else. I don't want to worry her, but... I don't know, I just feel really bad. I lied to her about where I was, and then I made a promise I don't know if I can keep. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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the-oc-lass · 6 months

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Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Hey, hi, didn't go to my musical because my mom felt like shit, but it's okay because I prioritize her health and comfort over the musical I only kind of wanted to see.

Anyway, let's go meet Norshe, shall we?

First, Previous, Next

"After you."

Almost as soon as she pushes the tent flap open and steps out, her name is hissed out. She looks over and her beautiful, lovely girlfriend, Norshe, is marching toward her. Except that beautiful, lovely face doesn't exactly look happy with her.

"Uh, hi babe," Charlotte says, smiling awkwardly. Norshe's frown deepens into something of a scowl.

"Oh, don't you 'hi babe' me. We need to talk, right now," she says. Charlotte tilts her head and gives her girlfriend a confused look, but nods and allows herself to be led off to the side, leaving Ballister and Ambrosius to look after her in confusion. Once she's put them out of earshot, Norshe turns toward Charlotte and crosses her arms. "What the hell were you thinking, bringing them here? Ballister, I might be able to understand, but Ambrosius Goldenloin? The golden boy? Why would you risk bringing him here?" Charlotte holds out placating hands.

"Norshe, it's fine, I swear. They were my friends when I was at the Institute. I trust them," she says. Norshe sighs heavily.

"You shouldn't!" she hisses. "It's been six years, Charlotte! They abandoned you! They could expose our entire operation and destroy everything that we, you, built. Even if we can trust Ballister, what could've possibly possessed you to trust Goldenloin?" Charlotte purses her lips. She supposes it's time for this to come out. She's planning on proposing to this woman soon, after all.

"Do you remember the scandal that got me blackmailed out of the Institute?" she asks. Norshe's scowl lessens, turning into surprise.

"Of course. Someone found out that you're of half noble blood and leaked it to the public. What does that have to do with-" She cuts herself off, eyes widening as she understands. She glances over at Ambrosius and Ballister for a moment, then looks at Charlotte again. "No."

"I'm half Goldenloin, Norshe. I trust Ambrosius because he's my brother," she says.

So after some discussion with Norshe, Charlotte convinces her that Ballister and Ambrosius (particularly Ambrosius) are perfectly safe guests. Charlotte introduces them to Norshe and they're all very pleasant with each other

Ambrosius and Ballister spend a little bit of time in the sanctuary, and eventually are given little gifts from several of the children (including Rosie). Mostly drawings, but Rosie makes these surprisingly nice looking bracelets with some colorful string. Blue and black for Ballister, gold and white for Ambrosius. Ambrosius almost cries, while Ballister thanks the kids profusely and makes sure to get all of the artwork signed (helping the kids if they need it)

Ambrosius and Ballister hand out lots of signatures to the kids, and get the chance to interact with some of the KB members. After a little bit of time, everyone warms up to each other, and it's all very nice and civil. Ambrosius and Ballister are still amazed by this operation that Charlotte is running

There will be one more drabble in this little saga before I continue with a list, and then I believe we'll get into the movie stuff!

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @derellenbogen

#nimona #nimona oc #nimona movie #nimona 2023 #nimona film #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #oc: charlotte swiftheart/corova #original character #drabble

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tittyinfinity · 8 months

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Getting cats was the best investment I ever made for my mental health, oh my god.

Alright now I gotta talk about how much I love them and I know this is gonna be long but I HAVE TO

I was only supposed to have one. My friend's cat was pregnant, and my brother and I planned to adopt one each.

A week before I got Roxas, Thronk showed up and adopted us. She was abandoned by her previous owner at the apartment complex. Every day, she'd run up to us to pet her. Then one day, she climbed up to my second story balcony and decided she was ours. Of course I kept her.

Then I got Roxas. Matt asked what color kitten I wanted and I said to surprise me. She brought me Roxas, a little white kitten who's identical to his mom.

About a week after that, my brother asked me if we could hold onto a kitten for him until he moved. He wanted an orange cat because he already had an orange cat named Pluto. He wanted to name his cat Friendly Demon after the main character in the book he's writing. I brought FD home with me. After a week or so, when me brother was ready to move, FD and Roxas had become inseparable. They were cuddling and playing all day every day. I couldn't give FD to my brother. So he grabbed a different orange cat from the same litter, Zeke. This was August or September of 2021.

Fast forward to November of 2022. My friend Matt needs us to babysit my cats' mom and siblings. She had 2 (or 3?) more litters since my babies were born.

(Pausing to type that I've been writing this for over an hour because my cats have been climbing over me this whole time and hate that I'm giving my phone attention. They keep pushing my phone away and meowing at me until I pet them)

Anyway. Babysitting their mom and siblings. The first time we babysat them, one of the cats was immediately attached to us. Her name was Sunny and she was so small that I thought she was one of the kittens. She was always begging for tummy rubs and purrs louder than a motorboat. I told Matt that I wanted her when I move out. Then comes December, and we're babysitting the cats again. This time, when they come to pick up Sunny, she absolutely REFUSES to get back in the carrier. I told her to just go ahead and leave her with me.

I renamed Sunny to Midna. I was wondering why she never got any bigger. I found out she's only 5 months younger than my boys and she'll be 2 next month. She's definitely the runt out of all her siblings.

Fast forward to now. I moved back in with my mom, who didn't want any cats at her house. Suddenly, Thronk started BLOSSOMING. She used to hide away from the other cats. But here, she didn't have to be around them as often. My mom ended up falling in love with her and decided that she's hers now. Thronk is now Skittles and my mom will snap if you call her Thronk. She's now allowed to roam the entire house freely while my cats stay in my room (and get to go out occasionally). Thronk (sigh. Skittles) is now happier than ever, and I have 3 cats to take care of instead of 4.

Having the 3 cat siblings is PERFRCT for me. They love each other SO MUCH. They're always cuddling with each other. They play together. They all beg me for my attention and I always have a cat to love on.

In moments that I feel sad, they come and cheer me up. I always get so happy and excited to see my cats. Before then, I was having negative thoughts all day. Eventually, it actually TRAINED MY BRAIN OUT OF THE DEEP DEPRESSION. When you have negative thoughts, it leads to more negative thoughts. I started having more positive thoughts around my cats. It brought more positive thoughts. THEY CHANGED MY LIFE.

Anyway, I love my babies so much

#.bdo #roxas the cat #friendly demon the cat #midna the cat #thronk the cat #SHE'LL ALWAYS BE THRONK TO ME MOM SHES NOT ''SKITTLES''

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pharahsgf · 7 months

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Idk if you've read homestuck or not but there's a character named Eridan that reminds me a LOT of jiang cheng. I won't get into the nitty gritty (key notes: they are both purple and get no bitches) but basically they are both incredibly hateful and CLEARLY meant to be read as antagonists at the very least, yet fans repeatedly ignore canon and treat them both like they're uwu lonely softboys who are neglected by the ppl around them and 'deserve so much better.' Their genuinely terrifying behavior and beliefs that have directly harmed ppl, even ppl they claimed to care for, is glossed over as quirky sadboy traits when no, actually, the fact they are awful people is the entire thesis of their characters! I'm new to the untamed and have only watched the show version so far, but when I went to read ppl's thoughts about the characters It was like I got double vision and suddenly eridan's face was overlayed on Jiang cheng's body. I was like no. Not again. I can't do this again, please no.

JSHF. WCSTDJS. KWHEDBBDSOAOKA. KSWPDINCSLE

cut because i refuse to be responsible for putting hs on people's dashboards in the year of our lord 2023 but good g-d anon you are a galaxy brained 4d chess genius for making this connection. oh my g-d. Yes i have a normal amount of knowledge about eridan ampora why do you ask. this ask is making me hysterical

anyway looking back at the homestuck fandom in its heyday it's insane how a common read on eridan was that he's such a relatable sadboy who couldn't help but lash out at his friends because they just treat him so poorly! and then you look at his introductory page and it's like this is eridan he loves genocide. his plans for the future include killing 90% of his friends. i know he was like 13 but i would've maimed him with a chainsaw too if i had to hear him go "you lowborn peasants are a disease and i am the cure" and "girl help my girlfriend blocked me and you need to help me get her back" in the span of like 10 minutes

AND JIANG CHENG IS THE SAME?? his awfulness is less comically exaggerated and he has some understandable underlying neuroses to back it all up, but he's still - for most of the story - an actively terrible person clearly written to reflect real life attitudes of classism and violent entitlement. and yet! when people discuss his friendless state the take you're most likely to run into is "poor jiang cheng, so lonely and abandoned" instead of, idk, maybe if jiang cheng treated people with kindness and respect they'd voluntarily hang out with him?

there's also a comparison to be made between wei wuxian and feferi peixes - specifically how they separated from their respective murderboys and were both subsequently blamed for the violence said murderboys inflicted on them and others, based on the logic that jc/eridan was somehow entitled to wwx/feferi's loyalty and attention and therefore justified in punishing them for denying their claim. i could say a lot more but that would require fact checking fucking homestuck lore and i'm not going to do that

#replies #anonymous

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the-loststone · 6 months

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Safir Reactions 1x07

I previously wrote a review of the show up until episode 1x06, please reference that to see my initial impressions.

Welp... the latest episode dropped... I had to take a minute to really process all that. See SPOILERS below.

It was an episode filled with Yaman and Feraya.

Plot: Where the last episodes left off with a resolution that Feraya was ready to run away to Istanbul with her friend and raise her baby alone, because of all the harassment from Yaman, it kind of goes to shit when Yaman chases after her. He's holding onto some last hope that maybe Feraya didn't cheat on him (which she didn't) and that he can confront her about it (I don't know why he thought this time would be different when she hadn't told him before but...). They go to the vineyard where they shared a lot of special moments during their relationship (also where she tried to kill herself in the first episode, but they didn't put flashbacks of that in there, or of him confronting her with a gun when he broke up with her... do I sound bitter?) and have this moment of longing. Where I had hoped for some closure in this encounter, there was none. After she basically reaffirms her previous excuse that she's marrying Ates because they're in love, Yaman becomes very morose, calls Ates and leaves. Ates and Feraya speak (you know, because she dipped after taking money from his mom, leaving him in an uncomfortable position of having to explain and make excuses for her, and also getting blamed by her dad). He offers her an out, basically telling her that if she wants to leave for Istanbul, he'd make excuses for her and she can disappear. Feraya doesn't take the out, and decides to go through with the marriage, although she looks miserable the entire time. Yaman in the meantime makes plans to go to London (which the viewers can clearly tell is not what the actual plan is). Ates threatens everyone (mainly his mom) to stay out of his and Feraya's business and he looks hot doing so. Okan, having seen some liaisons, blackmails his way into learning about Feraya's pregnancy through one of the other characters (Bade), and the reason for her marriage to Ates, but he does not tell this to anyone.

The day of the wedding arrives, Ates gets a text from an ex (who learned of his wedding from his mother), Yaman takes a last look at Feraya and leaves a letter confessing everything for Ates in his room. Then he goes and drives himself into a wall. Feraya, who is his emergency contact, gets called about it and immediately runs to go to him. He's in critical condition when she arrives, flatlining and everything. She's in so much stress that she also collapses.

Some other shenanigans happen but that's secondary plot that I'm not going to get into at the moment.

Characters:

Feraye: I honestly don't have much to say about Feraye right now. She's an emotional mess. The girl is stressed. She's been having cramps the entire episode because of the stress she's under. I'm very sympathetic towards her feelings, but at the same time, this 'bond' that she apparently shares with Yaman is starting to piss me off. Also, I'm super pissed that she decided to go through with the wedding when she so clearly didn't want to. And f*ck Cemile's threats, because that woman does not have the reach she pretends she does. She's so clearly dreading this wedding, although I don't know why because she's marrying a GOAT, and she knows she's marrying a really sweet guy but she's acting like she's being led to her execution. And the way she clutched her chest like she 'felt' Yaman's crash... SPARE. ME! so freaking dramatic. Gross. But I'm being very harsh. The girl, as I've said previously, is still mourning her long term relationship with a guy that has been emotionally (and physically) abusing her since it ended. And now that he's 'backing off' apparently, it's like being abandoned all over again. It's like going through withdrawal almost. And rushing to his side when he's had an accident is also understandable. This is a guy that she's been with for years, has so much history with, is about to have his baby, and now he's on death's door. So I'm not going to be pissed at her for going to him. I will be pissed if she forgives him, stays with him after he's stable, and decides to trust him again, but that's future episodes problem.

Ates: Poor boy was done dirty this episode. Like he says, they are really pushing the limits of his patience here. First he gets scolded by Feraye's father who acts like he did something wrong for her to leave, and he has to find excuses for her family, then he has to deal with his own mother so she doesn't spill the beans to his grandfather that Feraye can be bought off, then he has to deal with Bade who's got some sort of snooping thing in his personal life right now. He's also got to console and reassure Feraye, when any mortal would be super pissed at this point, he is still very patient and kind to her. Now, I'm still firmly on his side, but if he turns out to be a sociopath, I wouldn't be surprised because he's getting remarkably threatening to others. I really want to see what he'd do once he's pushed off the edge of his patience. And we get a little insight into his backstory... he left a girl (Melis) at the altar. So I'm excited to see what drama will emerge with that character when she appears.

Yaman: I have a lot to say about Yaman, and a lot of it won't be good, so don't come at me, I'm giving you a warning. ... ready? okay. This LITTLE SHIT! no. I'm not sympathetic that he tried to kill himself. This jack*ss knew exactly what he was doing. He was being so manipulative, and so selfish. This is an abuser tactic. This mentally that, 'I'm thinking about you and I'm filled with you, so you have to be filled with me.' He tried to kill himself ON HER WEDDING DAY!! Forever, that day will be stained with his death. It's exactly the same thing he did with the wedding rings during the coffee ceremony (telling her "Whenever you see this ring you'll think of me") Yes, as an audience we know that this wedding means nothing to her, but he thought she was moving on, and he believed that his brother honestly loved her. He did this as a way to ruin that for them. And, I'm sorry, but are we even sure this was an honest suicide attempt? The ambulance got there awfully fast for him to be in the middle of no where crashing his car. Did he call them first? I wouldn't be surprised because this guy is an honest sh*t stain. And when did he decide to 'kill himself.'? When he didn't get the answer he wanted out of her. When she said that she is marrying his brother because she was 'caught' with him. (a lie but whatever). He did this specifically to make her feel guilty. This was entirely an abusive move on his part. Abusers do this! They say, 'if you leave me I'll die' (and wasn't that the whole point of the gun in the first episode as well). They have such an unhealthy dynamic where they are so dependent on each other and the minute she tries to move on, he's basically saying, 'look what happens when you try to move away from me. I can't live without you.' IT'S DISGUSTING! He did this just to hurt her. And as for what he's doing to his brother is also gross. He's not thinking about how he's hurting Ates by doing this on his wedding day. It's entirely a statement of 'I had her first and this day (your wedding day) is going to be mine now.' Also, he's having his older brother clean up his mess, after all the sh*t. UGGGH. Now I'm not saying the he wasn't overwhelmed. Yes, the situation is very stressful and he was likely very tired and exhausted of having his life turned upside down, and not getting any respite anywhere he goes. But he had a plan to go to London. He literally could have gone to London and just lived his life free of all of it. His wife would never have to join him or even if she did, he could ditch her anywhere in London. This suicide attempt was entirely about Feraye, not the situation with Okan and Cemile and Aleyna. This was about making Feraye see that he can't live without her. And I'm so grossed out. Massive ick. I hope he lives in the next episode and I hope he gets a massive dose of BOUNDARIES.

Okan: Maybe the real villain of this story is the childlike Okan. He's kind of a sh*t. Actually, scratch the kind of. He is a sh*t. Now, I didn't want him to tell Yaman about Feraye's pregnancy, but the fact that he didn't is a real dick move to the brother he owes a lot to. Also, I'm getting major, it's a creep, vibes from the kid.

Conclusion:

What a frustrating episode. I can't wait for the next one. I really need to see what happens next.

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