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Ordained Defiance Ch. 5

And so, the first mini arc, In the Beginning... comes to an end with this chapter. I've got lots more in store for Part II, hopefully people are liking this story. I really enjoy writing Abelard, he's such an underappreciated character. I'll attach the previous chapters here for y'all as well!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“And this is where you’ll be staying.” Cainan followed Mr. Bastion into the large bedroom as the older cat carried Cainan's suitcase inside for him. It was most certainly a massive step up from his car. Despite its size, it didn’t look like much as there wasn't a lot of furniture to be found in there – clearly not a room that saw much occupancy. The right side of room held a small bed with a metal frame and a nightstand beside it with a small lamp on it. The bed rested against the wall and the nightstand stood right below one of the windows that faced the front of the funeral home.

To the left of the door was an old, wooden chest resting against the wall. It was so big, it looked like Cainan could have slept in it, if he curled himself into a ball. There was an old rug on the floor in the very center of the room, and the wall above the chest had a few small, framed pictures hanging on it. The only other significant piece of furniture in the room besides the chest and the bed was an old dresser opposite the bed, resting against the wall beside door. “I sure hope it’s to your liking, Mr. Wirth.”

“Oh, please, just call me Cainan, Mr. Bastion,” Cainan told him politely as he looked around. He let Bobby place the suitcase down onto the bed for him – he of course planned on unpacking that himself. Cainan didn’t exactly have a lot of belongings brought in with him, but clothes were important enough to take priority. For now, most of his other things were still left in the car. “And it’s a very nice room, I like it.”

The room had several windows; two on the wall opposite the door and two on the wall opposite the bed. Moving to the windows facing the door, Cainan cast a glance out at the fields in front of the house. Past the balcony, he saw the road that he and Father Arbogast had traveled to get him here, and he could see the big stone sign out front as well.

The room was rather big for a guestroom, it was in fact big enough to rival some of the apartments Cainan had resided in when he lived in St. Louis. The first floor landing connected to the turret right beside the room Cainan would be staying in. He’d glanced inside the turret as he passed, seeing that it held a small sitting room. On the opposite side of the turret was the master bedroom occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Bastion and to the left of Cainan's bedroom was the one occupied by Father Arbogast. The upstairs area had just a single bathroom, though the fact that they had two was impressive, at least to Cainan. His family’s home had been a large farm house too, but only held one bathroom. The upstairs bathroom was located beside the master bedroom near the stairs.

“Ah, well in that case, you may call me Bobby as well, Cainan,” the gray cat said with a smile. He had a warm and welcoming voice with a rather charming quality, which seemed to be amplified by his accent. Cainan had of course heard an English accent before, but the last one he’d heard was still a bit different from Bobby's.

“Oh, alright, Mr.- I mean Bobby.” The older cat was slightly shorter than Cainan and out of the three other residents of the house, he was the only one Cainan had immediately liked. He didn’t mind Father Arbogast at this point as he was getting used to his almost perpetual glowering, but the reverend still had a rather imposing aura about him because of it. Cainan wasn't even sure if the reverend actually liked him either. Mrs. Bastion, however, Cainan wasn't at all sure about in any way. She had of course helped patch up his leg, for which he was grateful, but she seemed stoic to a point where Cainan didn’t know if she even had emotions. He wasn't about to say that to her or her husband’s face, however… “Really, thank you so much for everything – it’s honestly more than I deserve at this point.”

“Don’t mention it, Cainan. Consider me very intrigued, however. I think we’re all looking forward to learning more about you,” the gray cat noted as he stood and watched Cainan for a moment as the younger cat walked around he room, getting used to the space.

“Of course – I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you as well. And if there’s anything I can do around the house-”

“Oh, look at you,” Bobby chortled. Cainan couldn’t help but return the smile the older cat gave him. “We’ll see, I think there may be a few things you can help with despite your injury. Now then, please make yourself at home. Oh, and if you can fit into any of the clothes in the dresser you’re welcome to wear those too.”

“Elsa and I are staying in the master bedroom to the right of here.” He pointed over his shoulder as he spoke. “It’s by the bathroom. And you’ll be staying right next to Abelard.”

“Abelard…” Cainan repeated. While he'd heard Wendell address Father Arbogast as such, it was still strange to not think of him as just Father Arbogast. Of course, Cainan wasn't really on a first name basis with the man just yet, so he wasn't going to call him by his name immediately.

“Yes that is indeed his name. Ordained or not, when he’s at home, he’s just ordinary as the rest of us mortals, young man. He only really carries weight in the church,” Bobby playfully told Cainan in a loud whisper, as if there was a chance of Father Arbogast somehow overhearing him. Cainan gave a chuckle and thanked Bobby once more as the older cat left.

Cainan cast a glance towards the dresser in question. It would be such a relief; he was still wearing his torn up denim pants, seeing as he had little else. He had a few other pairs of pants, but he hadn't quite thought to change into them yet. Sitting on the bed, however, he did just that, slipping the ruined pants off and tossing them into the corner where they landed in front of the wooden chest.

Once Cainan had managed to put on a pair of black slacks from his suitcase, he got back up from the bed and went to the dresser beside it. It was made of dark brown wood and had three drawers with two bronze-colored metallic knobs for pulling them out. Pulling out the top drawer, Cainan found underwear and socks, all placed neatly into the drawer. The second drawer held similarly neatly folded shirts and pants – shirts on the left and pants on the right. Most of the shirts were button-up shirts in white, but Cainan also found sweaters and cardigans. The pants were all considerably nicer than the denim ones he had been wearing previously, primarily differently colored slacks of black, dark blue and beige.

His curiosity piqued, Cainan left the dresser behind, his sights set on the small, framed pictures on the opposite side of the room. His face immediately broke into a smile when his eyes settled on the picture closest to the left window. Framed by an ornate, oval-shaped, wooden frame with a floral pattern carved into it, Cainan saw an old, faded photograph depicting a young man and a little girl standing side by side. The young man was dressed in all black, his back straight as a board, his hands crossed over his lap. Meanwhile his little sister had her hair in an elaborate braid and she wore a light-colored dress. Despite how old the picture had to be, Cainan instantly recognized both Father Arbogast and Mrs. Bastion. He couldn’t help but smile at the novelty of seeing them looking so young.

Even despite this picture having to be quite old, given how young they both looked, they both looked similar to how they did in present day. In the photo, Father Arbogast was probably even younger than Cainan currently was, just based on how youthful his facial features were. Certainly a far cry from the tall, lean reverend Cainan knew today. Mrs. Bastion looked to be about six years old, if Cainan had to guess, perhaps even younger. In any case, he couldn’t help but smile. They both had rather stoic looks on their faces, though Father Arbogast at least wasn't scowling like Cainan had seen him do so often.

The other framed photos were also of Father Arbogast, Mrs. Bastion and who Cainan guessed to be their parents. Interestingly, Father Arbogast seemed to take more after his mother than his father, while the opposite appeared to be true for his little sister, at least based on how they looked in the current day. In one picture featuring all four of them, Father Arbogast was still a young man, likely in his teens, while Mrs. Bastion was a toddler in her mother’s arms. Interestingly that was the only picture of all four of them together.

Cainan's smile didn’t fade as he left the photos by the wall, and instead moved over to the nearby chest in the corner. Unsurprisingly, when he tried to open it, he found it to be locked. Cainan could only begin to wonder what it might hold. The pictures on the wall told him that this just might be Father Arbogast’s childhood bedroom, or perhaps Mrs. Bastion’s.

Leaving the chest, Cainan moved to the windows nearby, glancing out. He could see the wooden balcony that ran parallel to the porch down below. It had wooden railing out front and from the window he could also see a wall with more windows, clearly Father Arbogast’s room that bordered his own.

Leaving the guestroom, Cainan made it out onto the landing, which had similar wooden floor to the bedroom. He was still getting used to the awkward way he had to walk, but he managed just fine. He ought to rest, Cainan knew as much, but he felt restless. Being in a new environment like this made him want to see it all for himself.

He wasn't about to go snooping in the other bedrooms, but he did make his way across the landing to where a window near the stairs granted him a view of the backyard. From there, he could see a large Black Oak, its many branches sprouting new leaves, like most of the plant-life all around. Down below, Cainan could see a beautifully maintained lawn and various bushes that helped separate the garden from the nearby fields. It reminded Cainan of the garden the Wirth family home had had as well, though theirs had been lined in by a small grove of trees. Ether way, it still carried some familiarity to Cainan. The cornfields beyond were also a sight that took him right back to his own childhood so many years ago.

Leaving the window, Cainan made for the study in the turret located next to the room he’d be staying in. The turret was directly connected to the first floor landing and the space inside was certainly odd, having a diamond-like shape, because of how the turret was connected to the rest of the living space. Cainan's childhood home certainly hadn't had any diamond-shaped rooms like that. The three outwards-facing walls had large windows that allowed sunlight to shine inside and a door on the right seemed like it would take Cainan out onto the balcony. There were tall, fully stocked bookshelves lining the walls that separated the turret from the guestroom and the master bedroom. In the very center of the turret stood a small, round, wooden table with two wooden rocking chairs on either side, both facing outwards towards the windows.

Moving to the table, Cainan sat down on one of the chairs. He hadn't sat in a rocking chair in years and he couldn’t help but smile. It was a relaxing feeling, the young cat practically lounging in the chair. The view from the turret was quite beautiful, overlooking the front of the funeral home, as well as the nearby fields. Being here was equal parts familiar and strange. It was the town he'd been born and raised in, and yet he’d never been in this part of it. Once again, Cainan felt himself gripped by the urge to go exploring, to go looking for his childhood home, but he knew he shouldn’t – least of all because he ought to keep from moving around too much.

Out on the landing, a spiraling staircase would take Cainan up to the attic of the house, but he figured he didn’t have much of a reason to go up there just yet. Instead, he made his way down the bigger staircase. It had dark wooden railing and the lower part of the wall was covered in panels of a similar dark wood. The upper parts of the walls were covered in wallpaper of a medium brown color with golden, ornate shapes. The center of the stairs was covered by a stair carpet featuring more earthy colors, complete with a lighter trims on the edges. A similarly colored vine-like pattern went up and down the center all throughout.

Cainan made it down the stairs, his left hand on the railing for support. The house seemed positively empty for the moment, it was so quiet. Back when Cainan owned his own flat in St. Louis, he usually had the radio turned on whenever he was just at home to add some kind of ambient noise to his living space, but apparently that was not something they did in this household. Did houses out here even receive radio when they were so far from the city? It really was a beautiful house, however – Cainan hadn't really had the chance to properly appreciate it when he first arrived.

Cainan moved out of the hall and into the kitchen. The kitchen was located on the left side of the house, the windows facing not only the front yard and the porch, but also a bit of the backyard right of the garage. There was a large table in the center of the kitchen with four chairs around it, no doubt where the three residents normally ate. In the far corner of the kitchen, close to one of the windows overlooking the front yard, there was a white Hoosier cabinet and beside it was a sink.

The cabinet held several cupboards up top, several bottles, tins and other containers resting on top of them. The smooth, black counter was as squeaky clean as could be, and below it were several more drawers and cupboards. Cainan even noticed that they had a refrigerator, which surprised him – not quite a standard appliance to have in homes.

Closer to the door between the two windows overlooking the backyard, there was a white electronic stove complete with a broiler and an oven attached to it. It was another surprising sight to be sure; Cainan was willing to bet an electronic stove like that had to cost a pretty penny. How much money did Father Arbogast, Bobby and Mrs. Bastion make, exactly?

On the wall opposite was a single rack holding various beautiful old-world painted plates, all featuring floral motifs. Cainan had most certainly noticed that flowers were a reoccurring theme throughout the house; above every doorway in the house were ornately carved floral patterns as part of the doorframe, and much of the wallpaper featured plant or flower motifs. Cainan supposed it was for the sake of consistency, although he himself couldn’t imagine decorating a house quite so meticulously.

Making his way out to the hall outside, Cainan passed the door that led into the parlor as well as the stairs that led back up to the first floor. He'd been both above and below the ground floor now. The only floor of the house he had yet to visit was the loft to the very top, but he wasn't sure there was much to see up there. Cainan moved towards the right side of the house, finding a small foyer. It was mostly barren, though it held a few cabinets, some hanging on the wall, other larger ones standing against the walls where the tops served as a counter. Cainan even saw a telephone mounted on the wall.

Through the windows, Cainan spotted Bobby and his wife seated outside. They weren't saying a thing, simply just sitting together, looking out at the fields around them.

Not wanting to disturb the two of them, Cainan decided to sneak back out into the hall, before making his way to the living room with its big fireplace. He had been there before, of course, though this time he got a chance to properly look around – and perhaps snoop just a little.

On the fireplace mantle, Cainan noticed framed pictures he hadn’t gotten a look at before. Small photographs of Father Arbogast, Mrs. Bastion, their parents and even Bobby and who seemed to be his family. Cainan had to wonder if he still had any family left over in England. It was so far away, it had to be incredibly difficult to stay in touch with anyone there. How long would it take a letter to make it from Defiance to England? He hadn’t the slightest idea, but it had to be weeks at best.

Cainan sat down in the big, comfortable armchair he had occupied before. Leaning back in the soft seat, Cainan let out a peaceful sigh. It felt like it had been such a long time since he'd been this comfortable.

***

“Hey, kid, what do you say? You think you could do old Gracie a little favor?” Just hearing the bigger cat speak like that made Cainan feel faint. He nodded up at the gray-furred behemoth of a man, offering him a smile.

“Yes, anything, Gracie. What do you need?” Cainan asked, realizing only too late that he was perhaps a little too eager. The big cat seemed surprised by this, but he gave the slightest of smirks.

“Good boy. Well then, any chance you could take that fancy new car of yours and drive Joey out of town? Our usual suppliers were hitting a snag and we can’t really do the usual business in the middle of town… Could you do that for me?” For a guy as big as Gracie, he sure could use his words. That was one of the things Cainan liked about him. He wasn’t just some big, stupid meathead. There was so much more to him than most people realized at a glance…

“Oh, okay, I can do that… but is it safe?” Cainan asked as he looked up at Gracie. The bigger cat for a moment looked like he couldn’t believe Cainan would ask such a thing. Cainan caught the faintest sign of a grimace, but when Gracie put up a smile instead, all worry that might have made Cainan hesitate further evaporated immediately.

“It’s a little risky, but Joey’s there with you. And I have complete… and utter… faith in you.” Cainan felt his entire body tensing up, a pleasant rush shooting through every fiber of his being as Gracie's massive, warm hand patted his shoulder. Each pat felt like a warm embrace on a cold day.

“Okay, I’ll be careful. I won’t let you down, Gracie,” Cainan said breathlessly, which only garnered more of a smile from the bigger man, a smile that Cainan was too caught up in the moment to realize wasn't a genuine, heartwarming smile. No, that smile had been a victorious one, like the big cat had accomplished something, realized something…

***

“Oh. Oh, hello, I thought I drifted off just then,” Cainan said with a small smile when he opened his eyes and saw Bobby standing over him. The larger cat chuckled. “What?”

“You did fall asleep,” he laughed. Cainan blinked in surprise and looked around. He didn’t feel like he'd been asleep for any amount of time, but he could already tell that the light outside had faded considerably, the living room left darker than when he closed his eyes. It really did just feel like he’d simply blinked…

“Ah, right… uhm… What time is it?” Only now did Cainan start to feel even the slightest bit groggy, rubbing his face with his hand, while gripping the arm rest with his right to help him sit up properly.

“Dinner time,” Bobby simply said. He smiled again. “Seems you needed a right, proper rest. I can’t imagine that car of yours was very comfortable.”

“No, it really wasn’t… Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep all day,” Cainan grumbled as he got to his feet, shaking his head slightly. Following Bobby from the living room, Cainan caught the scent of food – chicken. The scent instantly made Cainan's stomach growl – what he smelled instantly beat out the measly meals he had to settle for on the road. Not that this was saying much, of course.

The table was set for four, two plates on either side, and as Mrs. Bastion carried a large roast chicken from the Hoosier cabinet’s counter where it had been resting, Cainan slipped into the nearest seat, just watching. Just seeing that thing with its glistening, crisply-looking skin, surrounded by vegetables on a big tray almost made Cainan drool. When was even the last time he’d had a proper home-cooked meal? He couldn’t remember… It had to have been weeks, maybe months? Cainan had been on his own for so long, he couldn’t even recall. In truth, the last time had likely been when he still lived at home; Cainan didn’t fancy himself much of a chef, certainly not as good as Mrs. Bastion, clearly.

“Ah, it smells absolutely wonderful, dear,” Bobby told his wife as he pecked her cheek, before he sat down on Cainan’s left. When Bobby caught sight of Cainan, he chortled. “You should see the look on your face…”

“What? Sorry, haven’t had anything proper to eat in… in a long time.” Cainan had changed his mind mid-sentence upon seeing Father Arbogast stepping into the kitchen. Cainan didn’t feel like sharing just how long it had really been. Being at home, Father Arbogast was dressed more casually than Cainan had seen him up until this point, clad in a pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Is that right? Well, you’ll be pleased to try Elsa’s cooking – it’s a lovely, old family recipe, innit?” Bobby noted as Father Arbogast sat down opposite to Cainan.

“It is – it was handed down from our great grandparents,” Mrs. Bastion said as she took a seat opposite her husband, beside her brother.

“And you’re finally awake, I see. I trust you’re feeling sufficiently rested, Mr. Wirth?” the apricot-furred reverend said as he sat down, his tone rather neutral. However, Cainan did notice how those blue eyes of his did watch him closely, as if to inspect him.

“I’m not sure; apparently I only slept for half the day. I’ll try my best to make that all day tomorrow,” Cainan replied, smirking at the older cat who seemed anything but amused by the answer he got. Cainan also quickly became very aware that no one else seemed particularly amused by what he said. He cleared his throat slightly.

“It’s called Hendl – Paprika Hendl – it’s an old German dish,” Mrs. Bastion explained in that calm tone of her. It was served with vegetables that had seemingly also been in the broiler with the chicken. Cainan's stomach was growling nearly nonstop; they could have placed a meal half as good in front of him and Cainan would have been just as eager to eat it.

“It smells great…” he said, a look of longing on his face. When he met Mrs. Bastion’s eyes, she gave him a strange look, but she simply gave a single nod, as if understanding. Cainan had to wonder if they always ate such wonderful meals or if perhaps tonight was a special occasion. Was it because he was there? Cainan didn’t think his presence would make for anything special. However, the torture that was waiting for food didn’t end just yet.

Father Arbogast cleared his throat.

What now? What could possibly delay dinner any further? Cainan held his tongue, however, he didn’t say a word, just watched Father Arbogast.

“Now then, would you like to do the honors tonight, Elsa?” Cainan looked between her and Father Arbogast. He hadn't the faintest clue what the older cat was talking about, but seemingly his sister did, seeing as she nodded.

Being seated beside one other, Cainan for the first time got a real chance to see the family resemblance between Father Arbogast and Mrs. Bastion in person. Both had the same fur and eye color. Of course there were obvious differences; Father Arbogast’s fluffier cheeks and sharper, more defined face, Mrs. Bastion’s softer features and general lack of a seemingly perpetual scowl came to mind; but seeing the two of them side by side, Cainan wasn't for a moment doubting that they were siblings.

To Cainan's surprise he saw everyone else around the table put their hands together and close their eyes. Table prayer… Cainan's face tightened, just as Father Arbogast opened his left eye, looking straight at him across the table. And what a look it was – enough to briefly startle Cainan. Reluctantly, he did as they did and put his hands together, closing his eyes.

Cainan hadn't partaken in table prayers since the days when he was still living at home with his parents. He supposed if getting to eat that wonderful chicken that was waiting for him was the reward for it, he'd gladly break his streak for it.

“Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest and let these gifts to us be blessed.” Cainan heard Mrs. Bastion’s voice, but he barely paid attention. All his brain could focus on was the scent of the chicken and vegetables that waited for him…

“You may open your eyes,” Cainan heard Father Arbogast grunt from across the table. He did just that, putting his hands down finally. Watching Bobby carving the chicken only felt like more torture to Cainan, but he patiently sat by and waited for him to finish. The way his stomach constantly growled was getting harder to ignore, even for the others at the table. Father Arbogast especially shot him a few looks.

“There you go, Cainan. I think if anyone needs a full plate it’s you,” Bobby said with a light chuckle once he’d loaded both chicken and vegetables onto Cainan's place. Cainan could almost cry with joy when the first bite of chicken made contact with his taste-buds. The chicken skin was crispy and seasoned to perfection, and the meat itself was succulent and juicy.

Cainan had to forcibly hold himself back as to not eat like a voracious animal. He didn’t want their first meal together to end with him looking like a savage. He slowed himself down as everyone around him also started to eat.

“So… How are things going out by the church?” he cautiously asked Father Arbogast. He wasn't sure what else to say, but Cainan felt as though he ought to make more of a conscious effort to be friendly, seeing as these people were letting him stay under their roof and dine with them.

The older cat seemed surprised by the question, but once he'd finished chewing, he did answer. “Everything is currently going quite well. Wendell was not pleased to have to do it by his lonesome again, but I trust that things will go smoothly once you're ready to resume where we left off, Mr. Wirth.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that’s good.” Cainan took a moment before he cleared his throat, glancing around at all of them as he continued. “And by all means, please call me Cainan – just Cainan. I’d definitely prefer that.”

“Well, Mr. Wirth…” Father Arbogast started, seemingly hellbent on defiantly using Cainan's more formal way of address, even despite him insisting that he didn’t. “I, on the contrary, would request that you still refer to me as Father Arbogast or as Reverend when we’re here. Don’t roll your eyes at me!”

Cainan gave a start, momentarily confused, until he realized that Father Arbogast was looking at and addressing Bobby. The gray cat didn’t seem at all bothered by being called out in such a manner. He simply finished chewing and wiped his mouth. “Oh, there’s absolutely no need to be so formal with the boy. When you’re in church, it’ll be different. But here? We want our guest to feel welcomed, don’t we? Elsa dear?”

Cainan cautiously looked towards Mrs. Bastion, but she just nodded. She turned her blue eyes on Cainan, though her expression didn’t change much. As if to set an example for her brother, Mrs. Bastion said, “You may call me Elsa as well.”

When Elsa turned her gaze on her brother again, the reverend gave a snort. “Peer pressure, is that it now? Low-brow tactics used by the wicked to lead the innocent into temptation.”

“Oh, please…” Bobby sighed.

“If it’s such a big deal, I can just stick to calling you Father or whatever. As long as you call me by my name, I’ll call you whatever you prefer,” Cainan simply said, before helping himself to a sip of water.

“You continue to surprise, Mr. Wirth,” Father Arbogast said, his tone one of begrudging approval. Cainan was disappointed to hear him continuously using his surname, but he didn’t correct the older cat. “Now then… There are a few things I have wanted to know about all day-”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Abelard, let the boy eat,” Bobby groaned in an exasperated tone. “Can’t you tell he’s half-starved? He’s almost as skinny as you.”

Father Arbogast shot Bobby a glare and snorted, before he silently resumed eating himself. Cainan and Elsa too ate in silence for the time being. The house was so quiet, Cainan couldn’t help but miss the pleasant ambiance a radio would have added to the kitchen.

“It’s fine,” Cainan said once he’d wiped his mouth. “I know some of what you want to ask, so I’ll tell you, Father Arbogast. I didn’t forget.”

Silence fell over the table yet again, all eyes on Cainan. He cleared his throat, while he tried to decide how to start. “So, my car… I’ve had it for a few years by now. I bought it when it was still a new model. And I know you’ve been dying to know how I afforded it.”

“That is indeed correct. How exactly would a young man such as yourself afford a thing like that when you have nothing else-” He trailed off as Elsa gently patted his arm. Grateful for her shutting her brother up, Cainan continued.

“Well, for a while I made a living off betting on horse races and other forms of gambling. But betting was my main thing,” Cainan admitted calmly. His ears laid back against his head slightly. “It kept me well-fed and I had a nice place in town. In St. Louis that is. I mean… I’m not proud of it, but...”

“And now you’re here, after living out of your car. What happened?” Elsa asked, looking at Cainan in a way that wasn't unlike the way her brother so often looked at him. Skepticism, maybe even suspicion. But Cainan didn’t let it bother him as he continued.

“So… I’ll be the first to admit that while I was very happy to own a car, it wasn't the best choice… Uhm… Well, let’s just say one bad financial decision led to another and… And now here we are.” Cainan had tried to lighten the mood slightly with the way he spoke, but clearly it wasn’t quite appreciated. He cleared his throat. “And so… I ended up having to sell most of my belongings. I spent a few years traveling from town to town. I stayed in St. Louis the longest, over in Cottleville, too. I jumped from job to job for a while.”

When he was momentarily left with nothing but silence, Cainan looked down at his plate. He was fairly certain he could sense the silent disapproval. Not that it was unwarranted, Cainan realized as much. In fact, if he had been there to chastise his younger self for the decisions he'd made during that time of his life, Cainan would have never let himself hear the end of it. Probably.

“Well, at the very least that much of your story was legitimate. I do recall you mentioning working several jobs…” Father Arbogast’s face was neutral, but his tone carried what Cainan thought might actually be approval. He looked across at the older cat and smiled, though the smile wasn't returned.

“Yeah… I became a drifter after that. But luckily I ended up meeting Father Arbogast yesterday. I never actually thought I would've had a reason to come back to Defiance.”

“Oh, you’re from around here?” It was the first time Elsa had spoken in a while and her question caught Cainan off-guard. He glanced curiously over at her brother next to her. “Abelard told us about you, but he didn’t tell us that…”

“Aw, how sweet, he talks about me,” Cainan said playfully, which earned him a scowl from the apricot-furred cat from across the table. Never before had Cainan seen someone look so displeased while eating something as delicious as Elsa’s Hendl. “But yes, I was born and raised here in Defiance. The big house over by the river. But I left home when I was around thirteen or something. Things weren't good at home. And I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Another silence fell over the dinner table as no one spoke for a while. Father Arbogast eyed Cainan with interest. Seemingly he wanted to know more, but Cainan wasn't sure he himself wanted to talk about it any more than that. His memories of the Wirth family still weren't the most positive, nor did he think he could keep a civil tone, if he had to talk about his parents and how they had raised him.

“But they do not reside in town anymore. They have since moved elsewhere,” Father Arbogast calmly told Bobby and Elsa.

“The Wirths? Yeah, they moved down south, if I recall,” Bobby said, before taking a sip of his water. “They always seemed so nice, though…”

Cainan could of course tell it was a statement that was asking for a followup, an explanation, but he didn’t reply, instead eating some more for now. When Cainan didn’t say anything, everyone else too resumed eating, the quartet eating together in silence for a while.

It wasn't that Cainan didn’t want to be honest about his upbringing, but it also wasn't a subject he was at all keen on. And he also knew that given how everyone seemed to fondly remember his parents as paragons of goodness, him speaking ill of them would immediately be taken with a grain of salt. And additionally, he knew convincing anyone that they were anything but perfect would be a losing fight, given their preconceived idea of what Harold and Gabriela Wirth were like.

“So, you two have lived here all your lives, right? Childhood home and all…” Cainan asked Father Arbogast and Elsa, wanting to initiate some more polite smalltalk, given that he had effectively left the room in silence.

“Well, I have,” Father Arbogast said calmly. “It’s been mine for a long time, but our parents built this house many years ago. I inherited the house when they passed and I’ve looked after it ever since. Elsa on the other hand… She ventured out into the world, before she and Bobby eventually came to settle down here.”

“Oh, so you were traveling? Where to?” Cainan asked Elsa politely. He wondered if perhaps Elsa had been doing something similar to him, leaving home to experience some freedom. He didn’t imagine their parents had been so different from his own – at least he assumed so with everything he'd seen and heard so far.

“Nursing school first and foremost. I spent years working in a hospital. And eventually, abroad – in the war that is,” Elsa explained. Though her face seemed to tighten ever so slightly, she still spoke in that calm, soft tone she always did. Cainan's tufted ears perked up almost immediately. Despite being born after the war, he wasn't ignorant to how big its impact had been, even on those not directly involved in the actual fighting.

“You were in the war?” Cainan asked curiously. He’d never actually spoken to anyone who was in the war before and he couldn’t help himself.

“As a nurse, yes…” Elsa's response was short and Cainan immediately knew it wasn't a topic she was fond of. He nodded silently, figuring that the topic wasn't one he ought to pursue. “I met Bobby overseas… And the rest is history.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest, dear,” her husband chuckled from beside Cainan. Turning to look at Bobby, Cainan saw him smiling in a nostalgic way. Cainan couldn’t imagine being nostalgic for something like wartime, but war was so far removed from his life that Cainan also couldn’t even begin to imagine what Bobby and Elsa had experienced overseas. Bobby seemed to have read Cainan's mind, based on the look on his face, as he chuckled. “Oh, we met after the war, not quite during all the fighting.”

“Ah, I see… Hmmm, well, you’re quite a long ways away from there, huh?” Cainan asked with a smile. “You’re from England, right? So, you met closer to home for you.”

“I am indeed – was born and raised in Bristol,” Bobby said proudly, although Cainan hadn't the faintest clue where Bristol even was. He just nodded politely. “Haven’t been overseas in years. I've got some family over there, but it’s such a long trip, like you wouldn't believe.”

As Bobby began speaking of his family in England, Cainan listened along as they all finished their meal. Even by the time they’d all eaten their fill, Bobby continued on about his cousins and other relatives. Describing England had Cainan intrigued. He’d never even traveled outside the state lines of Missouri, so he couldn’t even imagine what it was like to grow up in another country and then end up living in a foreign land so far away across the sea. Sure, they spoke the same language, but Bobby's unmistakable accent certainly reminded Cainan that there was at least some small amount of cultural divide between them.

Once Elsa got up and started clearing the table, she looked towards Cainan. “You don’t mind helping me out a bit, do you?”

“Oh, of course not.” Sure, Cainan didn’t exactly feel like doing this, but he supposed it wasn't the worst thing. Given the fact that he was living with the Arbogasts rent-free, helping clean up after dinner wasn't such a high price to pay. And besides, Cainan knew he ought to make a good impression.

Getting up to help carry plates, utensils and the tray over to the kitchen sink, Cainan noticed that conversation around the table instantly died down. Apparently Father Arbogast and Bobby didn’t have a lot of stuff to talk about, Cainan figured. He also helped Elsa with the cleanup in silence.

In truth, while things in the Wirth household had been similar with his mother generally taking care of any and all housekeeping, Cainan didn’t mind helping Elsa out. It wasn't such a tedious task to do the dishes for her. Elsa would dry them off and put everything where it needed to go.

“Not a bad little arrangement, eh?” Bobby asked once Cainan turned away from the sink, wiping his hands on a cloth. The gray cat smiled at him. “I hope you don’t mind, but we all figured you could help out around the house – you know, since you’re staying and all.”

“Oh, ‘course not, sir. I’ll help out in any way I can, if I know how. But dishes I can definitely do,” Cainan told him with a firm nod and a small smile. In truth, he hoped there wouldn't be too many things for him to do – especially once he got back to the groundskeeper business; even now he could already feel some soreness just from a few short hours of mowing grass.

Even despite having rested most of the day, Cainan found himself to be rather sleepy when he made his way upstairs. He’d enjoyed some after dinner tea with the others, another very quiet affair. Cainan had come to realize that out of all of them, Bobby seemed the most talkative. He didn’t mind, it was nice holding a conversation with him as he was a perfectly pleasant fellow.

Once he was alone in his bedroom, Cainan sighed and sat down on the bed. The bedside lamp helped illuminate the small bedroom, though as Cainan got up to pull the curtains over the windows, he got a chance to look outside. Though the reflection of the light from the lamp obscured his vision slightly, he could see the cornfields in the faint glow of the moon. It wasn’t quite full, but it was getting there. It was certainly more pleasant to look out at Defiance at night as opposed to sleeping out there in his car.

Admittedly, he had missed that sight, the cornfields at night. He’d been able to catch similar views from his childhood bedroom. Rather than closing the curtains, Cainan instead decided to completely pull the curtains of the left window aside and opened it. Cool night air poured into the bedroom, gracing Cainan's face in a wonderfully satisfying way. He let out a self-indulgent, perhaps rather loud sigh, until a familiar, slightly unpleasant smell hit his nostrils. He frowned, then turned his head and gave a start.

“Good God…! You scared me!” Cainan exclaimed when he looked upon Father Arbogast, the older cat just a few feet away, having similarly opened his bedroom window. Unlike Cainan's room where the wall had two windows, the wall of Father Arbogast’s bedroom that faced the balcony had just one.

“Excuse you, Mr. Wirth, I’d much prefer if you didn’t utter the Lord’s name in vain with such a casual tone under my roof,” the reverend growled before he took a drag of his cigarette, glowering at Cainan from his window. Cainan had just happened to pick the window closest to Father Arbogast’s.

“No, excuse you, actually; you startled me…!” Cainan grunted in annoyance. He breathed a sigh of relief once he'd sufficiently calmed down from the initial shock. “So… your sister Elsa and Bobby, they seem really nice… What?”

Once more, Father Arbogast had given him a look, one Cainan wasn't so sure what to make of. The older reverend once more took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the balcony and away from the two of them. “Never mind. Well… Fine, I suppose I’ll be honest with you. I cannot pretend to be fond of you referring to my sister and her husband in such an informal manner.”

“… Seriously? That’s it?” Cainan asked, a mildly annoyed look on his face. “Well… they both insisted that I call them by their first names… And how come you don’t want to call me by mine? I respect if you don’t want me to call you by yours, but…”

And once again, the reverend scowled at Cainan. Cainan just watched Father Arbogast as he took another drag and exhaled smoke out towards the cornfields, before he replied. “I just don’t think it’s proper, Mr. Wirth – we hardly know each other. And in addition to that, I am essentially your employer now. You find a first name basis with your employer to be proper etiquette, Mr. Wirth?”

“Well, we’re not at work right now… I just think since we live together, a first name basis should be perfectly fine.” Cainan could tell the older cat wasn't convinced that this was a good idea. He didn’t speak for a while, Cainan likewise falling silent as he just watched him. Cainan eventually gave a small chuckle. When the reverend shot him an inquisitive look, he just shrugged. “Oh, nothing – just never met a reverend who smokes is all.”

“And how many reverends have you met exactly?” Father Arbogast asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Cainan.

“Hmmm… Well, that’s beside the point-”

“My point exactly, Mr. Wirth. Do not attempt to change the subject,” the older cat scoffed. He dabbed the tip of his cigarette against the edge of a small ashtray that rested on the windowsill beside his elbow. “The fact of the matter is that I would prefer for things to remain appropriate between the two of us, even while we’re at home. It’s nothing personal, Mr. Wirth…”

Cainan could feel himself growing annoyed, however. He let out an exasperated groan. “Alright, fine – I’ll just be honest with you as well then, Father Arbogast… I don’t like being called by my surname. I don’t like using it either. Life with my parents was a part of my life I’d rather forget, and I don’t want to be associated with them. So please… just call me Cainan… Not Mr. Wirth; Cainan.”

The older cat stared at Cainan with that piercing blue stare of his and for a moment Cainan worried that he might have gone too far by almost shouting at Father Arbogast. The scowl on the taller cat’s face persisted as he took another hit of smoke. However, after Father Arbogast blew smoke upwards into the night air where it swirled around momentarily before dissipating, his expression softened slightly when he turned back to face Cainan. He looked at the younger cat for a moment, seemingly considering his words. He sighed and put his cigarette out on the ashtray’s edge.

“Very well then…” the golden-brown cat almost sighed, although he looked like he had more on his mind. Father Arbogast’s expression was still considerably softer than Cainan usually saw it, but he could sense silent disapproval and judgment. The older cat turned away from Cainan and glanced up at the starry sky, still looking like he had a lot on his mind. Cainan wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but the bright, little lights shining down seemed to sparkle and reflect off Father Arbogast’s eyes. When their eyes met again, the reverend sighed before he picked up the ashtray. “Well… I think I’d best turn in for the night. You have yourself a good night. I’ll talk to you tomorrow… Cainan…”

For the first time, the older cat’s voice spoke his name like he would any other, a fact that made Cainan smile and he nodded to the older cat, bidding him goodnight. He watched as Father Arbogast stepped back and pulled the window shut and closed the curtains. Cainan could only see the golden glow from the lights within Father Arbogast’s room through the curtains, along with the outline of him moving around, his tall, skinny form casting shadows against the thin fabric.

Cainan smiled, turning his head to look up at the half-moon above with its pale, bluish white glow. Hearing Father Arbogast speaking his name in a more casual manner like that did feel nice. Cainan hated having his family’s name, though actually legally changing it had never really occurred to him – not when he had the funds to do so at least. Just knowing that everyone in this house would refer to him by his first name now made Cainan feel more welcomed than ever.

As the lights within Father Arbogast’s room turned off, Cainan smiled again, before he reached up to pull his own window shut. Before he did, Cainan cast a last glance at the window on his left. “Sleep well, Abelard.”

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy oc #oc x canon #abelard arbogast #elsa bastion #bobby bastion #lackadaisy cats

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valictini · 2 months

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J'ai décidé de prendre les questions de ce ask game par pixiecaps et de juste écrire mes réponses sans attendre qu'on m'envoie un ask x)

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1. Favorite theory and least favorite theory (If you have one) (La théorie que j'aime le plus et celle que j'aime le moins)

Théorie favorite... en vrai toute théorie autour du lore d'Antoine. Concrètement, on sait juste qu'il n'est (probablement) pas humain, mais on sait pas quelle est sa nature exacte. Donc jusqu'à preuve du contraire, je rejoins le camp qui dit que c'est un cryptide immortel venu de l'espace :)

Je dirais que la théorie que j'aime le moins (mais que je vois de moins en moins, heureusement) c'est que le QSMP se trouve dans une simulation comme dans Matrix. C'est à dire, les personnages sont tous coincés dans un univers informatique, différent du monde réel, mais qui donne l'illusion d’être réel... alors que pour moi, les éléments plus 'informatiques' du monde dans lequel ils vivent font juste partie de leur réalité. Genre, se déconnecter, la notion de serveur, la notion de respawn, les monstres de code... pour moi, ce ne sont que des phénomènes naturels dans leur monde, pas des "bug de la matrice".

2. Favorite and/or comfort character (Personnage favoris et/ou qui me réconforte)

Pendant un bon moment c'étaient Etoiles et Pomme mais avec le reset et les absences, je sais plus trop où porter mon attention mdr. De manière générale j'irai toujours du coté des francophones (+BBH)... mais récemment je n'ai pu m'accrocher qu'à BBH, et encore, je pouvais pas regarder ses streams à cause du décalage horaire :')

3. Your own headcanon (Mon propre headcanon)

Le cubito d'Étoiles est chauve et le cubito d'Antoine n'est couvert que d'un slip et tous ceux qui esquivent ces vérités dérangeantes en leur donnant des cheveux ou un poncho sont dans le tort (< 2nd degré, j'adore tous les designs)

4. Favorite headcanon (Headcanon préféré)

J'avais vu un post qui montrait que Mouse et Tina avaient une palette de couleur ultra pastel qui contrastait beaucoup avec le skin de BBH. Ce qui voudrait dire que l'état naturel pour un démon c'est d'avoir des couleurs pastels et non pas sombres, d'où l'existence de tous les skins mignons de BBH (Barbie, Elsa, St Valentin etc) qui seraient en fait ses véritables couleurs. Et j'adore de headcanon mdr

5. Favorite character dynamics (Duos, groups, etc.) (Dynamiques de personnages favorites)

Les francophones + Bebou!! C'est notre bébou national ! Que ce soit en duo ou en groupe, c'est toujours génial de les voir intéragir mdr (mention spéciale à l'amitié bbh + baghera et la bromance bbh + aypierre ) Mais aussi, les francophones entre eux quand ils parlent 100% Français. La vibe Team du Lundi qui s'invite sur le qsmp <3 Codebreakers aussi (Etoiles + Philza), ça fait longtemps qu'ils se sont pas vu mais j'adore quand ils sont ensemble hehe

6. Name a ship(s) you like (Ships que j'aime)

hmm je dirais Starhalo (Etoiles/BBH) et Pissa (Philza/Missa, le nom de ship le plus cursed du monde mdr)

7. Name a ship(s) you don’t like (Ships que j'aime pas)

Y'en a aucun qui me vient à l'esprit. Le reste des ships est sympa mais je suis pas plus intéressée que ça

8. Your favorite egg & why? (Oeuf préféré, et pourquoi?)

Pomme, parce que c'est la meilleure. Tout simplement. (< propos pas du tout biaisés)

9. Which egg would you bring back? (Quel oeuf j'aimerais ramener à la vie?)

A ce stade, soit Tilin soit Juana Flippa, parce que Trump et Bobby ne sont plus seuls maintenant :')

10. How many povs do you watch? (Combien de POV je regarde)

Beaucoup trop mdr Malheureusement, je peux pas m'empêcher de vouloir TOUT savoir sur tout le monde. Non seulement je suis de près le lore des francophones, mais je suis aussi le lore de BBH (en partie pour suivre le lore de Pomme aussi), et dès que je me pose devant twitch, je vérifie tous les streams en cours, ce qui fait que je suis aussi le lore de Tubbo, Fit et Philza en direct. Le reste du lore, je l'apprend indirectement via tumblr.

#qsmp #qsmp language day #im only posting part 1 because i really need to work #but i wanted to at least post ONE french thing on language day #the rest will be in French too just not today :]

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simplynotaneggworks · 2 years

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Fandoms and Ships

Disney Ella x Henry Cinderella Lady x Tramp (Human AUs) Lady and the Tramp Mary x Bert Mary Poppins Duchess x Thomas O’Malley (Human AUs) The Aristocats Pete’s Dragon (no specific ships; both original and live-action) Ariel x Eric The Little Mermaid Belle x Adam Beauty and the Beast Nala x Simba (Human AUs) The Lion King Kiara x Kovu (Human AUs) The Lion King Bo Peep x Woody (Human AUs) Toy Story Jessie x Buzz (Human AUs) Toy Story Mulan x Shang Mulan Jane x Tarzan Tarzan Kida x Milo Atlantis: The Lost Empire Dory x Marlin (Human AUs) Finding Nemo Violet x Tony The Incredibles Janice x Jesse Bridge to Terebithia Clarion x Milori Tinkerbell Tinkerbell x Terence Tinkerbell Tiana x Naveen The Princess and the Frog Alice x Tarrant Alice in Wonderland Rapunzel x Eugene Tangled Brave (no specific ships) Elsa x Hans Frozen Anna x Kristoff Frozen Inside Out (no specific ships) Judy x Nick (Human AUs) Zootopia Coco (no specific ships) Izzy x Buzz Lightyear Miranda x Roland Sofia the First Sofia x Hugo Sofia the First Amber x Hildegard Sofia the First Elena x Mateo Elena of Avalor Isabel x Javier Elena of Avalor Cassandra x Varian Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

Dreamworks Miguel x Tulio The Road to El Dorado Fiona x Shrek Shrek Astrid x Hiccup How to Train Your Dragon Valka x Stoick How to Train Your Dragon Roxanne x Megamind Megamind Rise of the Guardians (no specific ship) Eep x Guy The Croods

Illumination Lucy x Gru Despicable Me The Lorax (no specific ship)

Sony Ericka x Dracula Hotel Transylvania

Blue Sky Linda x Tulio Rio

Harry Potter (in no particular order) Willow (OC) x George Draco x Harry Nymphadora x Remus Sirius x Remus Lily x James Narcissa x Lucius Emma (OC) x Charlie Merula x Rowan Penny x Ben Molly x Arthur Oliver x Percy Hermione x Ron Seamus x Dean Luna x Neville Luna x Rolf Tina x Newt Queenie x Jacob Albus x Scorpius Andromeda x Ted Victoire x Teddy Fleur x Bill

Other Jedidiah x Octavius Night at the Museum Norman x Ethan Heavy Rain Kara x Conner Detroit: Become Human Simon x Markus Detroit: Become Human North x Josh Detroit: Become Human Rose x Hank Detroit: Become Human Aloy x Erend Horizon Zo x Varl Horizon Beta x Drakka Horizon Elisabet x Sylens Horizon Alva x Kotallo Horizon Jane x Gunther Jane and the Dragon Jester x Smithy Jane and the Dragon Pepper x Rake Jane and the Dragon Gwendolyn x Caradoc Jane and the Dragon Nancy x Jonathan Stranger Things Steve x Dustin Stranger Things Will x Mike Stranger Things Joyce x Jim Stranger Things Fran x Maxwell The Nanny Katniss x Peeta The Hunger Games Effie x Haymitch The Hunger Games Lucy x Coriolanus The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Emma x George Emma Elizabeth x Fitzwilliam Pride and Prejudice Marianne x Christopher Sense and Sensibility Elinor x Edward Sense and Sensibility Daniel x Johnny Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Robby x Miguel Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Ali x Amanda Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Dutch x Bobby Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Demetri x Eli Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Kumiko x Chozen Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Ellie x Alec Broadchurch Beth x Paul Broadchurch Rose x Ten Doctor Who Yuuri x Viktor Yuri on Ice Yuri x Otabek Yuri on Ice Marinette x Adrien Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Alya x Nino Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Chloe x Luka Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Luka x Adrien Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Elizabeth (OC) x Ydris Star Stable Online Maya x Alex Star Stable Online Elizabeth (non-OC) x Avalon Star Stable Online Anne x Lisa Star Stable Online Novalee x Forney Where the Heart Is Claire x James Outlander Elizabeth (OC) x Fergus Outlander Brianna x Roger Outlander Aziraphale x Crowley Good Omens Anneliese x Julian Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper Erika x Dominick Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper Sophie x Nicholas Barbie: Princess Charm School Skipper x Jonas Barbie and Her Sisters In a Pony Tale Barbie x Ken Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures Barbie (Margot Robbie) x Ken (Ryan Gosling) Barbie

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thexdesk · 1 year

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From the personal journal of M. Sinister.

Did you miss me? I hope you missed me. I’ve missed you dearly. It’s a big, bright beautiful world and the pit of Krakoa was oh so very drab and dark. Really, I would not recommend. All I could do was hold on to the hope that my mechanizations would come to fruition in my absence. It’s a rather big ask of fledgling little Sinister’s, but what’s a genius to do? Faith, trust and a little bit of genetically altered spliced D.N.A. will get the job done.

My, what a moment we are living in. I’ve come back to a great number of wonderful happenstances. My puppets have done as they were designed to do: they have acted like a plague and infected the weak so that they too could become strong. More and more of the so called heroes have fallen under what will eventually be revealed to be my sway. The Five are entirely corrupted now and resurrect tarnished genetic samples without a care in the world. Prominent Avengers have joined the alliance and are hardwired to fight the X-Men without knowing why. How terrible it will reflect upon them; resurrected by the mutants they were, and yet, they turn to violence against them. Following the initial fell swoop that culled some of the Avengers at the Avengers Mansion, we have been sneakily arranging the death and replacement of whoever we can get our grubby little hands on. The now corrupted — although I prefer to think of them as purified — have been recorded below for future prosperity.

Where do we go from here? Well, pet, the only place is up. As I write, the Avengers and the X-Men are priming for battle. We will walk away victorious while they will lick their wounds publicly. We win, they lose. Ha. Of course, we have our adversaries. Raven remains the treacherous thorn in the side she’s always been, and her wife threatens ruination for all. They’ve absconded in the night like fugitives. Less subtle is Storm. She’s always been all thunder and lightening. Her teaming up with Raven and Irene could put a stop to the entire ordeal, so we’ll have to remain ahead of them. It’s tricky when one is a precog, isn’t it? Nevertheless, we will persevere.

Now that I’ve returned, expect to see me more often, dear diary. I will diligently keep record of all that transpires. The Fall of X is a wondrous place to be, isn’t it?

Nathaniel Essex, the master planner known as Mister Sinister

A lovely little list of those corrupted:

alex summers (616)

america chavez (mcu)

anna-marie lebeau (616)

anya corazon (616)

billy kaplan (616)

bobbi morse (616)

carol danvers (616)

clea strange (616)

crystalia amaquelin (616)

daimon hellstrom (616)

elektra natchios (616)

elsa bloodstone (616)

eva bell (616)

fabio medina (616)

felicia hardy (616)

gamora (616)

greer nelson (616)

jeanne foucault (616)

jeanne-marie beaubier (616)

josh foley (616)

julian keller (616)

kara killgrave (616)

kevin mactaggert (616)

kwannon (616)

laurie collins (616)

layla el-faouly (mcu)

lucas bishop (616)

madelyne pryor (616)

maría aracely penalba (616)

megan gwynn (616)

namor mckenzie (616)

natasha romanoff (616)

neena thurman (616)

peter quill (616)

phyla-vell (616)

remy lebeau (931)

richard rider (616)

riri williams (616)

sebastian shaw (616)

scott summers (616)

shuri (mcu)

stepford cuckoos (616)

tabitha smith (616)

tandy bowen (616)

tyrone johnson (616)

#sinister #sins of sinister

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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 3 years

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X-Men/Disney Princess Crossover 💗

Art Credit to Marcus Williams

#Marcus Williams #Bobby Drake #Elsa #X-Men #Frozen #Disney Princess #Ice Man

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader - PART 2 (smut)

“How long has this been going on?” Elsa asked, the two of you lounging on the couch while the kids were napping.

“I wasn’t aware anything was going on until yesterday” you answered, blushing as you told Hemsworth’s wife about your plans to stay with Tom over the short break.

“Well, if you ask Chris he’ll tell you he’s always known, but I was the first one to call it.” She gave you a smug look.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?!” you threw your arms up. “Would have been nice to know I actually had a chance.”

“You didn’t tell me you fancied him!” Elsa laughed. You both heard India start scooting down the stairs one by one.

“Doesn’t everybody?” you smirked, standing to go grab India. “Half the time I’m certain your husband has a crush on him.”

“Oh, he does.” Elsa laughed, following you up the stairs.

You and Elsa got the kids fed and dressed so she could visit Chris with the kids on set.

“You may as well bring your bag now” she suggested. “You can just go home with him when he’s done filming.”

You took a deep breath, thinking through what you should even pack.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, telling India to put her shoes on.

“I’m…I don��t know. This doesn’t feel real.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ve been watching it happen for over a year, Y/n. It’s real. Now, living with someone makes you privy to certain details about each other that you otherwise wouldn’t know…I don’t snoop, but our laundry has crossed paths a few times…so when I tell you to wear the black lace lingerie, take my advice.” She winked, going to put India’s shoes on the correct feet.

When you all arrived at the set, the guys were in the middle of filming. You and Elsa sat back and watched them work through the choreography of a scene for about 20 minutes before a break was called.

“Do you mind watching the boys while I take India over to Chris?” Elsa asked.

“Not at all” you smiled and waved her off. You were sat on a bench and the twins were sat on the floor at your feet, so they could play with their blocks.

When Chris saw Elsa, his face lit up like a child’s. He ran off of the sound stage to meet her halfway. You spotted Tom looking around the room until he made eye contact with you, smiling and waving. When he passed Elsa and Chris, Elsa pulled him into a hug. It was obvious she was talking about you because she literally pointed while Tom ducked his head like they were teasing him. Tom continued towards you, joining you on the bench by the boys.

“How is filming going?” you asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

“Today has actually been a lot of fun” he answered, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I am, however, incredibly sore from all of the choreography. We’ve been shooting fight scenes all day and I think every bit of me has been whacked or stepped on at least once.”

You ran your hand up and down his thigh, looking up at him. “You sound like you need a massage.”

“Are you offering, darling?” Tom’s voice sounded a tad husky and his eyes dropped to your lips for a split second.

“Oh, I would love to get my hands on you” you teased before he dipped down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

“Come on, boys” Elsa called as she walked towards her twins.

Chris teased the two of you. “Really? In front of the children?”

“Be nice” Elsa scolded him.

“Or what?” he laughed, throwing the boys blocks into their bag and picking up Sasha. Elsa turned and gave him a knowing look. Chris nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“You are officially off duty” Elsa said, picking Tristan up.

You snuggled into Tom’s side a bit and sighed before hearing him say “I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

When it was time for Tom to head to the make-up trailer to get out of costume, he grabbed your hand and took you with him. When they removed his wig and handed him make-up wipes, you started pulling out the bobby pins and combing your fingers through his hair. Dragging your nails gently over his scalp had him practically purring in your hands. “Better?”

“That feels amazing” he replied, his eyes shut and the make-up wipes forgotten.

“Finish up” you said, kissing his temple and grabbing the dirty make-up wipes from him to throw them in the trash.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, continuing to remove the stage make-up after the make-up artist left the trailer.

You watched him scrub the last bits of Loki away, a soft fond smile on your face. “For you?” He turned to face you. “Let’s just say I’ve probably been thinking about it a lot longer than you have.”

Tom stood up and threw the rest of the dirty face wipes away. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“I don’t know, I think everyone fell in love with you in Thor.” You replied.

“It doesn’t count if I hadn’t met you yet.” He laughed, gathering his things.

Picking up your bag, you turned to leave the trailer. “We met like, what? A year later?”

“That Christmas, actually.” Tom answered, following you out of the trailer. “You had already moved in with Chris and Elsa. She was just starting to really show her baby bump.”

“The party.” You said, nodding in agreement. “I remember. I felt like a massive fangirl when Chris introduced us.”

“Far from it” Tom answered, pulling your bag’s strap off your shoulder to carry your bag. “First, you looked incredible. You had on black and burgundy and I’m certain I spent an inappropriate amount of time looking at your ass.”

You laughed, remembering the dress. You felt like Morticia Addams with more cushion for the pushin’.

“Second, you were so confident. Every other person I met that night just wanted to talk about gossip or getting Botox or they’d ask me to do an impersonation. You asked me questions. Meaningful questions. You actually had opinions of your own when I asked about your favorite writers and films and such.”

You could feel yourself falling more and more the longer he went on. “I didn’t know you had such a high opinion of me.” You said, watching Tom put the bags in his car.

“Admittedly, I should have told you sooner.” He replied, coming around the car to open your door for you. When he climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled up, he continued. “But I am absolutely looking forward to making up for lost time” he said, leaning across the console to kiss you.

You stopped and grabbed food to take back to Tom’s. The two of you ate and had a few beers while lounging on his couch. It all felt very…normal? Comfortable. You were snuggled into his chest listening to him talk about how Hemsworth had broken three separate props today when you remembered what he had said about being sore.

When you went to pull away from Tom, he tightened his arm. “Darling, if you’re standing up to clean up the dinner mess, I will personally see to it that I find some way of punishing you during your stay.” You watched Tom lick his lips as he awaited your reply.

“While I know that I would enjoy every second of whatever you consider punishment, I was actually going to tell you to take your clothes off.” You smirked, watching his lips part and his eyes widen.

You stood and grabbed the trash from dinner, swaying your hips as you walked towards the kitchen trash can. “Hey!” Tom laughed, sitting upright on the couch. “Were you just trying to distract me?”

You walked back in the room with a bottle of lotion in your hands. “Why are you still dressed?” you teased him.

“I’d be at a disadvantage if I were the only one undressed” he replied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get me naked soon enough” you laughed, kneeling by the couch. “Lose the pants and lay down on your stomach.”

“I’m never going to catch up if you keep spoiling me.” Tom stood and unbuttoned his jeans.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, your eyes glued to Tom’s body.

Tom loved that you seemed to get just as distracted by him as he was by you. “Y/n, you’re always the one taking care of everybody. Constantly.” He tossed his jeans to the side, standing in front of your kneeling form.

“Well, isn’t that just the pot calling the kettle black” you said, patting the couch and telling him to lay down. After warming some lotion in your hands, you ran them slowly but firmly up Tom’s back. “Tom, you’re always the first person to help.” Tom moaned, pressing his face into the cushion to quiet the noise. “You are always checking on me or helping with the kids or…”

“Well, I’ve been trying to show you how I feel, but it’s hard when you don’t need anything, and you don’t accept anyone’s help.” Tom interrupted you. “Oh, fuck me” he moaned, turning and laughing into the cushion. You were working on a knot in his muscles near his shoulder and you just got it to loosen up. “It’s really hard to have a serious conversation while you’re eliciting very sexual noises from me.”

“I’m actually enjoying this.” You smirked, starting to work on another knot.

“Well, what I’m trying to say…*moan*…is that I don’t want you feeling like you HAVE to do anything for me…*Oh god, whatever you just did felt amazing*…I want you to feel taken care of too.” Tom’s very heartfelt sentiment was spoken between groans, moans, and swear words.

“Sweetheart, I do things for people because I want to” you said, moving down his back towards his ass. “Just like you do and just like Elsa and Chris do. It’s not a competition. I’m not keeping score.” You were kneading your thumbs into Tom’s hip and thigh muscles.

Tom tried to sneakily adjust his growing issue between himself and the couch, but you saw. With your hands all over him, he was having a hard time not letting his mind wander. “If that’s true then you just have to accept that I want to do things for you too.”

“I think I can allow it.” You started working your way back up his thighs, when he reached back and grabbed one of your hands.

“This feels incredible, but if you keep touching me, I’m just going to get more and more turned on.” He turned to sit on the couch with a throw pillow covering his lap.

“And?” you said, still kneeling by the couch. You ran your hands up Tom’s thighs, your finger teasing at the band of his briefs.

Chucking the pillow to the floor, he leaned forward and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Take your clothes off.”

“Gladly.” You stood, pulling your shirt off and unbuttoning your jeans. Turning around so that Tom got a great view, you bent over and slid your jeans down your legs. When you turned around, you saw Tom palming himself as his eyes took in the black lace bralette and thong.

“Wherever you bought that set…we’re getting more of them.” Tom said, stripping off his last item of clothing before leaning forward and slipping his fingers into the waist of your thong. “You look unbelievably sexy.”

Tom made you feel like a goddess. He dragged your panties down your legs, letting you step out of them. When he leaned back you saw just how endowed Tom was. He saw you lick your lips and smirked.

Leaning back on the couch with his legs spread, Tom patted his thighs and started stroking his manhood. “Come here, gorgeous. That is, if you can handle me.”

While you were slipping out of your bralette, you teased back. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

“Sweetheart, I know that you’re a lot of woman…I know what I’m getting myself into” he said, still admiring your body… “and I am going to lick, touch, or suck every part of you before you leave this apartment.”

Placing your knees on the outside of Tom’s legs, you straddled his lap, letting him pull you into a rough kiss. His hands found their way to your ass, and then your breasts, and then your hips as he pulled you tight against his torso. “There is a condom in that drawer” he pointed to the small table by the couch.

“I’m on birth control…” you said, waiting for his response.

“Then it’s up to you” Tom answered, still wanting you to set that boundary.

You connected your lips in another kiss. “We don’t need it.”

Tom slid his hand between you two and ran the tip of his hardness up and down your dripping slit. “Jesus Christ, Y/n.” Tom brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Mmm, so sweet. Glad to know I’ve got you as hot and bothered as you have me.”

You dragged your tongue along Tom’s bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. When his tongue ran over yours you could taste yourself in the kiss.

“I can’t wait anymore. Please.” You said, your hands roaming Tom’s perfect chest.

Tom pushed into you in one smooth motion, digging his fingers into your hips, “Ride me.”

You put your hands on the back of the couch and started moving, feeling him move his hips in rhythm with you. “Oh, fuck” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Tom buried his face in your chest, sucking love marks into the tender skin there. “God, you feel incredible.”

When Tom shifted a bit and hit your G spot, you could have sworn you saw stars. You grabbed his face and begged him to do it again.

Tom looked cocky, absolutely obsessed with making you fall apart. “Like this?” he said, roughly hitting the same spot a few times in a row.

“Tom!” you moaned his name, your fingers finding their way into his hair as you crashed your lips against his.

Tom could feel you clenching around him, your legs starting to shake. “Can you cum for me, baby?” He was ready to burst, himself.

You couldn’t form words. Your hands moved to your breasts, absentmindedly playing with your nipples as your orgasm built.

“You look luscious, y/n.” Tom gripped your hips, holding you in place as he franticly thrusted into you. “I’m gonna…”

Tom’s snap into overdrive tipped you right over the edge. Your bodies glistened with sweat and Tom’s hair was mussed from your idle hands. As you came down from your temporary highs, Tom kept running his hands up and down your sides, kissing your temple and then your shoulder and then your cheek.

When he pulled out of you, you groaned and tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t worry, my sweet. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Tom held you against his chest, feeling both of your breathing level back out.

When you thought you could actually move again, you sat up and pulled him into a gentle kiss. “Mmm…thank you.” You said against his lips.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, darling.” Tom held your hands as you stood.

“Lead the way.” You smirked, waiting for Tom to walk ahead of you. When he did, you couldn’t help but smack his amazing ass.

“Is that your way of telling me you want to be spanked?” Tom quipped, grabbing a stack of towels and taking them to the bathroom.

You laughed and then stood there thinking about what he had asked. *mmm Tom’s hands* *I mean, he did tell me he would punish me for cleaning up dinner* *Oh god, thinking about him being rough is turning me on all over again*

You were thinking it through when he popped his head back around the corner. “Might I suggest you have your dirty thoughts in the shower so we don’t run out of hot water.”

You shook your head, ending your daydream and looking at the adorable face staring back at you. You walked towards him, going on your tip-toes to give him a quick kiss. “Spanking is a yes.”

Tom laughed, walking with you to the shower. “We should probably try a bit of everything, if I’m being honest. It’s good to try new things.”

Your eyes went wide. “You only have two days off work.”

Tom pulled you to his chest, under the water. “My sweet, we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston x Curvy reader #Tom Hiddleston Imagine

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lordofdestructionm · 5 years

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I am one myself but at least i’m self aware ;)

#Lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #martin wallström #christian slater #Tracy J Butler #lackadaisy meme #vikdecai #frepper #viktor x mordecai #calvin x ivy #rocky x pancakes #elsa x bobby #mitzi x zib #mitzi x wick #mordecai x viktor #mordecai x clothing iron #mordecai x anyone #dom x zib

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bellarkeselection · 3 years

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Characters I will write for.

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Marcus Kane

Clarke griffin

Octavia Blake

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Jaime Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Jon Snow

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Cormac Barnes (maybe in the future 🤔)

Yellowstone

Kayce Dutton

John Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Lee Dutton

Ryan

Jimmy

1883

James Dutton

Elsa Dutton

Ennis

1923

Spencer Dutton

Jacob Dutton

Jack Dutton

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Yoda

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Cassian Andor

9-1-1

Evan Buck Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Bobby Nash

Chris Pratt characters

Owen Grady

Peter Quill/Starlord

TVD

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Alaric Saltzman

Matt Donavan

Caroline Forbes

Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Legacies

Ethan Machado

Landon Kieby

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Hope Mikaelson

Ken (King of Gods)

Grey's Anatomy

Alex Karev

Derek Shepherd

Mark Sloan

Friends

Chandler Bing

Ross Geller

Joey Tribiani

OUAT

David/Prince Charming

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Robin Hood

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

MCU

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Andrew or Tom)

Thor Odinson

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead

Adam Ruzek

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Missy Cooper

Pearl Harbor (2001)

Rafe McCawley

Danny Walker

Reign

Sebastian de Poitiers/Bash

Francis

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script-a-world · 2 years

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Had a question for the science and this looks like the place. How do characters like Donnie Gill, Bobby Drake, Frozone, Elsa, etc, control ice and not get affected by it. Please give me more of an answer than "its magic, or they're mutants ".

If a character that is human, was human, was born from a human, or has similar biology to a human (has blood/liquid in their body), how do they not freeze themselves? What alters there freezing point or protects them? How do they extend that ability beyond their own skin? Where does the moisture they are freezing come from, do they create it themselves or some how summon unusual quantities from the environment around them? Is there a psychic aspect to the collecting of water from the environment? Is there a psychic element to controlling ice without direct contact?

Follow up to my "science behind ice manipulation". In a fictional world where species have elemental abilities like controlling ice. If a human, or humanoid species (warm blooded, mammalian, etc) became pregnant by partner whose species has a natural ability to control ice...

...how could they make that pregnancy work, how could they successfully carry the developing ice wielding baby to term? What could they do to help the mother, and help the baby adjust to each others different biology?

Feral: I’ll get to the main part of your Ask in a moment, but first, I’m going to be honest and let you know that when we get Asks demanding that we provide explanations for specific popular culture worldbuilding other than what is given in that story, it’s... irksome. Sorry, but the answer for why Elsa can control ice is because it’s magic - not only is it magic, it’s a soft magic without any provided explanation for its origin or the rules that govern it. How is ice manipulation related to Elsa creating a new outfit out of thin air? IDK, man, it’s Disney, and it’s fine. Bobby Drake is a mutant, and I can go into detail about how the X-gene was artificially introduced during the evolution of humanity by extra-terrestrial, god-like entities, and that is THE explanation provided by the narrative, but ultimately, that is no different than saying, “it’s magic, and they are mutants.”

#1) It is absolutely fine that the explanation is “it’s magic.” This is a normal, acceptable creation tactic in worldbuilding. You have listed characters from incredibly popular franchises, and ultimately, it does not matter where their ice powers come from - and unless your only intended audience member is CinemaSins, it’s not relevant to the storytelling or audience reception.

#2) If you are seeking perfect scientific explanations for ice magic powers, I’m sorry, but we cannot help you; no one can help you. Ice magic powers do not exist. It’s the speculative part of speculative fiction.

#3) A psychic power is a magic power without the hat. Think about it.

Ok, now that I’ve got that off my chest…

There are a lot of potential answers to the questions you are asking, and most of what I have to say is that I cannot world-build for you. You have to create the handwavium logic for why ice magic powers exist in your world based on what your needs for your world and story are.

I can say that in general when you have ice magic powers, they tend to fall into three camps.

You have soft-magic/superpower/inexplicable spontaneous generation, which is what both Elsa and Frozone seem to have. They both can shoot ice out of their finger-tips, and Elsa can change the seasons to create an eternal winter. Frozone does apparently require some water to produce ice, but the amount he requires is not nearly enough to generate all the ice that he can. The mechanism by which these things happen is irrelevant and entirely unexplained by the narrative. (Once Upon a Time implies Elsa’s powers are genetic, but why Ingrid and Elsa are the only known members of the family to have these powers and where the powers originated in the bloodline aren’t explored any further, nor is the magic explained beyond somehow being tied to their emotional states.)

You have a branch of Elemental water magic, which is what water benders in Avatar have. It’s implied that they are able to manipulate the shape of water to the molecular level to turn it crystalline, and theoretically they should also be able to produce steam in the same manner. Water in this specific example is very much not spontaneously generated, but powerful benders are able to use water from nearly any source, including within plants and human bodies.

And thirdly, you have the scientific sounding but not actually theoretically possible thermo- and cryo-kinesis powers, which are what Bobby Drake has. Thermokinesis is the ability to psychically manipulate the laws of thermodynamics; in Bobby Drake’s case, he can both override his own homeostasis and drop his internal temperature as far down as Absolute Zero (how he survives this is cuz he’s a mutant and that’s his power) and can psychically draw heat away from an external target. Cryokinesis is the ability to psychically manipulate ice and snow and anything that could be considered “naturally cold occurrences,” like the weather. I’m not familiar with a time when Bobby Drake specifically had difficulty generating ice due to a lack of moisture, which would indicate an overlap with the Elsa/Frozone powers, but that is an easy limitation to place on your ice magic powers to give them a more “scientific” flavor: ice can only be created out of existing water.

I have avoided talking about Donnie Gill so far because I get the idea from the rest of your ask that you are thinking of the version of Donnie Gill from “Agents of SHIELD” who gains his powers from an accident or Donny Gill from the comics who gains his powers from the Terrigen Mists due to his Inhumanity. However, both those versions of Donnie Gill give him his “Blizzard” powers through technology prior to receiving superpowers. A technological explanation for ice powers will be the closest to a real scientific explanation you’ll be able to find, so you might want to research the Blizzard suit from Marvel comics or Mr. Freeze’s cryo suit from DC comics.

As for interspecies breeding, there is only so much we can draw from real world hybridization in animals, and the rest is mostly going to come from tropes surrounding human/non-human hybrids in fiction. The most comparable handling to what you are asking about is actually dealt with in vampire fiction. Both the Buffyverse and Twilight handle their human/vampire cross-breeding quite similarly in how the mother gains temporary powers for the length of the pregnancy that allows both her and the fetus to survive. In Darla’s case, she was without a soul during her pregnancy with Connor, but his soul inside her allowed her to feel unconditional, unselfish love for him and generally just not be as evil. In Bella’s case, she was actually able to be nourished through drinking blood rather than eating human food despite still being human while pregnant with Renesmee.

It’s also possible the ice magic powers just don’t show up until a later stage of development. Elsa has her powers as a child, but we don’t ever see her as a baby using ice magic. Jack-jack’s powers appear when he’s a toddler (although it’s implied that this is later than normal for Supers in the Incredibles universe). Mutants in the Marvel universe typically gain their powers as part of going through puberty. Inhumans must be exposed, accidentally or intentionally/ritually, to the Terrigen Mists. Bending ability in ATLA may be inherent, but Benders must learn/be taught specific physical movements in order to actually do it.

You say that the mother would be mammalian and warm-blooded, and I want to touch on a couple key points that this brings up.

First of all, if you want to be scientific about it, I am not familiar with any hybrid animals that do not share at least the same Family, and Mammalia is a Class, which is two-steps back from Family. Of course, sharing the same Genus makes hybridization much more likely.

As for whether the species is warm-blooded, warm-blooded does not refer to the actual blood or body temperature of an animal - many reptiles, which are cold-blooded, have higher average temperatures than warm-blooded mammals. Instead, it has to do with endothermy and homeothermy, which is the self-generation and self-regulation of body temperature. Reptiles and other cold-blooded animals have body temperatures that are merely reflective of their environments, which is why, for example, it is so much more deadly for a pet snake to be placed in an environment different from its natural habit than for a pet dog. So to me, it would be absolutely necessary for a species with ice magic powers to be warm-blooded because they should be able to internally regulate their own temperature for their powers to work, whatever mechanism those powers may have.

#pylons #ice #pregancy #magic #mutants

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Day 4 - Like a Child

requested by anonymous: “would you consider a plot where the reader gets turned and all but then at some point tries to save one of the children the True Knot has captured and how that affects the dynamics between Rose and the reader”

Pairing: Rose the Hat x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k+

A/N - Haven't written for Rose in a while but rest assured i never stop thinking about her. We will return to our regular hp related programming soon.

Warnings - minor mentions of violence, murder and guns.

It was a cold winter night deep in the heart of December. Snow trickles down from the sky, crunching beneath the boots you stole from Andi as you head towards Rose's caravan. Crow had summoned you, saying the Rose needed a word. There were many things it could be about but yesterday was the most obvious cause. A folksy tune grew drifted along the icy wind as you approach the door. Knocking just twice before opening the door. It was like stepping into a sauna with the temperature difference but you were grateful to be out of the cold. Brushing off some of the stray flakes of snow that were beginning to melt into your hair.

"Shut the door, you're letting the heat out," She commands and without a second thought you spin around to pull it closed; a final shiver spilling up your spine. You always liked Rose's home; it had a certain bohemian charm that many of the others lacked. Plus it was bigger; a lot bigger than yours. Rose herself was nestled into the corner with a tea and her hand and a blanket covering her crossed legs. The hat she never left home without was set next to her like her own little child. Crow was also present but he was sat at the table nursing a glass of rum, maybe? Whiskey. You didn't know or frankly care. Swaying on the balls of your feet in the centre of the room, you wonder if you should take a seat or would that be rude? What did she even want? Turning to the TV, you watch as a blonde woman wearing a police vest charges up the stairs with her gun drawn. Shifting between looking at Rose and Crow, you decide you should just leave. Spinning sharply on your heel, you head for the door. "Stop," She states just as your fingers grace the cold metal of the door handle. "We need to talk."

"Then somebody talk, I was beginning to think I was invisible." You declare dramatically. Turning back around you return to your spot. Rose looks at you for a moment, you could feel her eyes drift over you like she was inspecting every inch of your body. Your lips curl up into a teeny, tiny smile as your eyes meet.

"Do you know why we need to talk?"

If it was about yesterday then yes but just in case it wasn't you didn't really want to bring it up. "You missed me? You cooked me dinner?"

The woman sighed much in the way a fed-up mother does with their child. When you first met Rose, she was much scarier. Then again that may have been because you thought she was trying to kill you. Then it turned out she wanted you to join her weird little psychic cult as you liked to refer to it. You accepted before reading the terms and conditions and ended up in deep shit but not until after some really great sex. Now, though, she was a lot... softer? That didn't feel like the right word but still. "You can't try to let the kids go,"

Oh, that. Yesterday, you may or may not have tried to let a little kid named bobby go but in your defence, you weren't properly briefed on the whole murdering children part. "That was one time, ages ago, Rose. In the wise words of Queen Elsa from the hit animated Disney movie, Frozen. Let it go."

"Ages ago?" Crow Daddy pipes up; you had almost forgotten he was here.

"You mean yesterday?" Rose ponders. "Did you think we'd just forgot?"

"The past is in the past,"

"Can you take this more seriously?" Crow reprimands, earning him a less than favourable look from Rose.

After taking a final sip, Rose placed her mug down and moved to the edge of the bed so that her legs dangled over the edge. "Stop quoting Frozen and look at me." You sigh softly, glancing towards the floor. You really didn't want to look at her anymore. When was the last time she hoovered in here? "Look at me."

"What?" You snap a little as you look up. You almost immediately regret it, taking a few steps backwards to further the distance between the two of you."

"You can't go doing that, okay?" Why was she being so nice about this? You look to Crow, half expecting this to be a trap. "If it wasn't for Crow and this god awful holiday, I probably would have killed you but he is forcing me to see reason. It's the holidays blah blah blah." You don't really know what to say to that; plus you're too worried about making the entire situation worse so you keep your mouth shut. Rising from her seat, Rose approaches you like a lion stalking its prey. You swallow hard as she stares you dead the eyes before grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to look at her. Her fingers pressed harshly against your skin as a smirk settles on her lips. "Do it again sweetheart and I'll have your head. Do you understand me?" You nod quickly and thankfully, she lets go. "Tell me, are you part of the true knot?"

"Yes." Your eyes follow her as she saunters into the kitchen. Grabbing the metal kettle and filling it with water.

"That's right. And you chose to join, correct?"

"Well...." It was either that or die so was it really much of a choice?

"Correct?" she said a little more firmly.

"Correct." You repeat.

"So why are you acting like a fucking idiot and letting our food source go? It's hard, I get it but we need to survive so you either get on board or leave simple as."

You bow your head a little, sinking into yourself like a reprimanded child because that's exactly what this felt like. I guess that made Crow Daddy the father in this situation? Weird. "Sorry."

"I wanna give you something?" Rose announces as she pops the kettle onto a burning hob.

"A Christmas present?"

Her brows furrow. "No. A job."

"Oh," That made much more sense. "What job?"

"I want you to start helping Crow with tracking and if you do a good job, I won't make you do the hard part. You can just enjoy the spoils."

"Okay." Was that better? Not really but you weren't about to argue with her about it.£

"And," She saunters back over to you; her hand gracing your cheek. "I'll even get you a present but you have to wait until Christmas day."

Hearing this, you can't help but perk up a little but could she be trusted? You offer her a smile. A smile you're sure she can see right through. "Alright, I'll help Crow."

"Good. Now leave before I change my mind." She shoves your head away from her hand and returns to her place on the bed.

"I have a question-"

"Now," she intervenes sharply, pointing to the door and this time you scramble to the door without another word.

#rose the hat #Rose the hat x reader #doctor sleep #rebecca ferguson #The Shining

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verobatto · 3 years

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

The Righteous Father

(14x05/15x06)

Hello my beloveds! Another meta from Healing!Dean season 14. This is a summary from my original metas from season 14, so I hope I can convey all the concepts for you.

I will talk mostly about Dean's daddy issues and how he will be able to break free about it as he accepts his love for Castiel.

You can check the metas from these two episode following these links: X, X, X, X, X.

Sharing Daddy Issues

"And this episode Logic Nightmares, was about fears... Did you see the woman trying to open the basement door... Darker than night, to see what was in there... In that dark and tenebrous place, and then she was scared him by that "vampire"? And she fell of fear... Well very symbolic bc... imagine Dean trying to open his most darkest room... His lost repressed feeling... But when he tries... He's attacked by his own fears... And he fails Everytime..."

I wrote this in one of my metas. That episode had Dean Winchester saying "Let it go... Like Elsa." It's related to MOVE ON. A topic that will be explored in season 15 with Dean and Castiel after their break up.

'Logic Nightmares' was about fears but also about daddy issues.

The fact that Sasha went to a dark room and found a monster hidden there, is a foreshadow for AUMichael hidden inside of Dean after 14x10 and also, AUMichael spying them though Dean Winchester's eyes. (That's why the reaction of the d'jin in this episode.)

The dialogue between Sasha and Dean in which Sasha were mirroring Dean was very meaningful:

SASHA: My dad wasn't the best person. He was gone all the time working. For us, he said (...)

DEAN: I'm sorry.

SASHA: Mm. That's what everyone says. Except him. Never said it. You want to know what the most ridiculous part is? I worshipped him when I was a kid.

This is Dean talking my friends from the very beginning. His view about hai dad, a man that tried to do his best, but even so, filled with trauma to his son's. And deep inside he was waiting for an apology from John.

And also...

Gif set credit @itsokaysammy

Dean's baggage is full of GUILT, REGRETS and TRAUMA. And the only one person we saw getting inside that baggage/backpack was Castiel in episode 13x20.

Also, the topic of MOVE ON, will be explored in season 15 after Dean and Castiel's break up.

This episode was full of recalling to John Winchester. It worked as a foreshadow of his next appearence in episode 14x13. The episode in which Sam and Dean will be able to forgive their father and heal.

We saw statues of Saint Mary and Saint Joseph in the crypt representing Mary and John Winchester.

And a blatant John Winchester mirror in Bobby...

Okay, let's jump now to episode 14x06... And how it was foreshadowing Dean's choice in episode 14x13.

Dean will choose Castiel

Harper was a Dean mirror, not just because the whole visual elements you can find in the colors of her outfits (she starts wearing red: toxic Dean and ends up wearing green: healing!Dean). But because her relationship with the place where she lived and her toxic bond with the zombie boyfriend.

I realized this episode had a lot of fables references on the wall. That's because we are seeing Dean learning the lesson of his life. Episode 14x04 was about fighting against fears and 14x05 about daddy issues. This episode is about making the right decision and choose your true love.

This was very important to understand episode 14x13 in which Dean decides between his Father, his past and his present family and Castiel. Of course he picked up Cas.

But, then the monster/toxic masculinity boyfriend came back...

"Once in the library what happened was symbolic too, bc Harper OPENED THE DOOR TO HIS TOXIC PAST AND THIS ZOMBIE GAVE HER THE BOOK AGAIN! I MEAN!! This is Dean coming back all over again to this big issue, embracing him, not letting go. This toxic idea of what a man should be, this toxic idea about NOT TALKING OF THE L WORD AND NOT FEELING IT FOR A MAN!"

Another important book was this one...

That book talking about laces (bond, profound Bond) and lances (Dean stabbing Castiel in the barn, love at first stab).

The symbolism here is huge and talks about Dean's inner fight.

From this episode I elqboretaed what I thought was THE MOVES and THE TALK. Because Jack was the innocent one here trying to understand about love.

The moves were related with Dean and CAS being glued and the talk is the one we were waiting for, it came as Dean's prayer in Purgatory 2.0 and Castiel's love confession (as a response to that prayer) in episode 15x18.

First of all, remember the place where Dean and Jack arrived for info. There was full of cocks (second meaning). Also two cocks facing each other to both side of Dean's head (AUMichael against Castiel fighting for Dean 🤣).

And do you remember that funny dialogue between the waitress and Dean and Jack.

JACK - What's courting?

DEAN - Hey, it's what you do before you start dating.

JACK - and that's the thing you do before the sex. (Dean and waitress both look at him oddly)

WAITRESS - Sometimes you just have the sex. (and grins)

DEAN - Okay, that's...Who is Harper Sayles?

That's very cute from Dean and Jack. Because both of them are innocent. Innocent love. Because Dean is not the man that hooks up with any waitress anymore. He even turned away the Cock's tail. Like he rejecting the idea. He is so in love with CAS. Jack and Dean's talk will continue when Jack asks him about Harper being in love with the nougat boy, and googly eyes. (Related to Dean and Cas almost continued eye fucking.) And then the last scene....

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This scene was a blatant DEAN IS TALKING ABOUT CAS. DEAN SPEAKS WITH AUTHORITY ABOUT LOVE AND HE EVEN USES THE L WORD HERE. Dean is accepting his romantic love for the angel.

Harper's room was showing a little of Dean's innocent idea about love too. With all the stuffed animals in his room and the big green word AMORE live in Italian.

Another important foreshadow was Harper (this time dressed in green) writing a live letter to Jack, his true love while a love song was playing.

In retrospective, even when I. The letter Harper was chosing Jack over her toxicity, the song playing was a foreshadow of 15x18. I wrote this...

Sobbing, I think I was right...

To Conclude:

These two episode talked about daddy issues and Dean's inner fight that will end with Dean chosing Castiel and his present life against his toxicity and past.

It was full of foreshafows from season 15.

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Vol. CIX, CX, CXI.

Buenos Aires, May 9th 2021 2:46 PM

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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years

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Old Lady - Frank x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: Okay this one has me melting lol. I’ma actually relived to be on this fluff kick for a bit. Its refreshing and fun. Especially during a time when, I think, everyone could use some.

AU: Biker

Word Count: 1.6k + (Okay, so this one is a one-shot, to a dabble. Sue me.)

Notes/Warning: Fluff, tiny bit of stress and embarrassment, kissing

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Frank walked out from the club house and grabbed his helmet off the handles of his bike.

“And where are you headed so early?” Sam asked as he stood with crossed arms and a smirk. He leaned against the porch railing with his hips.

“I got somethin’ I need to do.”

“I bet you do.” Sam’s grin grew wider.

Frank huffed, “Don’t you have anyone else you can bother?”

Sam only shook his head.

Frank rolled his eyes and then swung a leg over his bike. He cranked it up and the engine roared to life.

Steve walked outside and stood next to Sam. “Where is he going?” he asked as Frank rode away.

“Where do you think?”

Steve smiled. “I’m happy for him.”

“It’s a shame he’s going soft, though.”

“I’d say he’s got a pretty good reason for it though.” Steve added.

* * *

Frank shut off the bike and ran a hand through his hair and gave his head a shake to try and get rid of his helmet hair- he wanted to look his best, this was a big day.

As he approached the house Frank heard the sound of shouting and crying. He knocked on the door.

“It’s open!” Her shout muffled.

Frank opened the door to see the living room a mess of glitter and dance costumes. Toys littered the floor and the four year old Hannah dashed from one side of the room to down the hall in nothing but an oversized tee-shirt and dance tights.

Frank found Y/N and looked at her with wide eyes.

Y/N was close to tears and went to him. “She won’t let me do her hair and we are about to be late for her call time,” Y/N’s chin quivered and she dropped her head against his chest. “I’m the worst dance-mom ever.”

If it was any other woman, Frank would have laughed but, this was Y/N. So, he rubbed her back and kissed her head before taking a deep breath. “What needs to get done so we can go?”

Y/N inhaled and stood upright, detaching herself from Frank. “Um,” She wiped her face of tears, “I need to get her costumes and shoes together and I need to get her hair into a bun but she keeps running from me and I don’t know what else to say to her to get still.”

Frank nodded, “Okay how about I do her hair and you get her clothes.”

YN looked at him like he had three heads. “You can do a ballet bun?”

“I’ll manage.” He said matter of factly, “How hard could it be?”

Y/N sniffed, “Have you met Hannah?”

Frank put his hand at the back of Y/N’s head and pulled her to him until he could kiss her forehead. “You do your part, I’ll take care of her.”

* * *

Frank walked into Hannah’s room to find her standing dead still and staring at her T.V. which was playing Sophia the First.

Silently as he could, Frank grabbed a hairbrush and hair ties from Hannah’s dresser and stood behind her. He gathered up all of her hair and, when she started to squirm, he gave her the Elsa doll that was sitting on her bed. Hannah stopped moving and Frank kept working. Before the episode was over, he’d done it and it wasn’t half bad if you asked him.

He went to the living room and found that Y/N seemed less stressed.

She looked up from butting Hannah’s tap shoes in the dance bag. “Did you get it?”

Frank smirked with pride, “Yes, I did. I just need some hairspray for the back.”

“Well, who’d have thought,” Y/N smiled as she tossed him the can of spray - he caught it with ease. “Thank you.”

He winked at her then disappeared back into Hannah’s room. He came out seconds later with Hannah and she was surprisingly quiet.

Y/N gasped dramatically, “Hannie! You look beautiful, baby!” She looked over Frank’s handywork and really was impressed. “I think it may need a few bobby pins but it looks great.” She grabbed a handful and let Frank continue to hold her daughter while she snuck them in.

Hannah rested her head on Frank’s shoulder and held Elsa tight.

“You ready to go, now, baby?” Y/N asked.

Hannah nodded her head but otherwise didn’t move from Frank’s arms.

Y/N gave Frank a look and grabbed all of Hannah’s dance clothes before heading to the door.

Frank chuckled, “You gonna go out in that?”

Y/N paused and looked at her sweat pants and sports bra. She slammed the door shut and dropped the costumes back on the couch. She ran down the hall to her room and called out, “I’ll be ready in two minutes!”

* * *

She kept to her word and reappeared with seconds to spare. She was twisting her hair up as she came down the hall and pinning it into place.

Frank’s brows shot up. “Wow,” he said at the sight of her.

She was wearing a black lace dress with a blue lining, it fit like a glove. Her heels, a baby blue t- strap, really helped to show off her legs.

“What? Does it look bad?” She stopped in her tracks, ready to change if she needed to.

“No, you look…” Hannah’s head popped up from Frank’s shoulder to look at Y/N, too. “Wow. I just hope you don’t go out in that too much or I might have to crack some skulls.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled softly. “It’s brand new and just for you.” She placed a hand on his chest and leaned in to give him a kiss. “Besies, unless you’ve done something I should know about, I plan on keeping you Frank Castle.”

“No, Ma’am. I’m all yours.”

“What are skulls?” Hannah asked.

Frank pulled his lips down in a dramatic frown, “Oops.”

“It’s nothing, baby. Come on. It’s time to go.” Y/N said quickly to avoid the conversation.

* * *

At the theatre, Y/N rushed back to her seat. Frank smiled at her and the stage lights lit up his face gently.

“She okay?” He asked her.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I left her with Jess, one of the other mom’s. Hannah likes her so she didn’t freak out when I left.”

“Good.” Frank put his hand on her knee and patted it. “She’s gonna be great.” He encouraged her quietly.

The lights faded to black as the current dance number ended and Y/N grabbed Frank’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

The lights came up and there was little Hannah just off center in the very front. She was grinning wide and stood proud with her hands and feet in first position. The music started and Hanah began her dance. Her evergreen, romantic, tutu flowed around her as she ran from one side of the stage to the other in time with the other girls.

Y/N watched her with pride and Frank watched Y/N.

He loved to see the love Y/N had for her daughter. It gave him hope. His mother was never like this, in fact he wasn’t sure if she’d ever been proud of him. But Y/N- she was an amazing mom and if he had his way she was gonna be a great old lady. His old lady.

The song ended and everyone clapped and cheered.

Y/N clapped and then wiped tears from her eyes. When she noticed Frank watching her she blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. I was just so nervous for her. She did great.”

“She was amazing.” He smiled at her.

“I guess I’d better go get her ready for her tap number. I’ve only got five songs in between.” Y/N grabbed her purse.

Frank took her hand, “I’ll walk you.”

He escorted her through the dark theatre and then held the door for her. When they reached the lobby Frank grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss.

She fell into it and placed both hands on his kutte. She pulled back and looked at him curiously with a smile. “What was that for?”

He shook his head. “Just...’cause. You… Y/N Y/L/N you are the most perfect woman I’ve ever met in my life and I know you hate him and I know I shouldn’t be but I’m so glad Hannah’s father bailed on you cause he gave me you. And I swear on my kutte that if you’ll have me, I’ll do right by you and our little ballerina princess.”

Y/N tried to breathe through the tears that threatened to fall.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N kissed him and pulled him close by wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you, too, Frank.”

He grinned down at her before kissing her again.

Someone entered the lobby and Y/N and Frank jerked away from each other like teenagers- flushed and all but giggling.

“Well, I better get back there.” Y/N finally said.

“Oh, yeah- yeah, okay. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you back in there then.” He couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face if he tried.

Y/N nodded and then headed down the stairs and towards the backstage entrance.

Frank watched until he couldn’t see her any more then shoved his hands in his pockets and allowed himself a moment to revel in the moment since he was alone in the lobby again.

But when he turned around he froze.

Standing smug and smirking, on the stairs to the balcony, stood Steve and Sam. Steve nodded and Sam wiggled his brows at Frank.

Frank’s smile vanished and he was suddenly embarrassed, wondering how much they’d seen. But all he said was a grumbled, “Shut up,” before returning to his seat.

* * * * * * * *

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