#cause he was suppose to be avatar of scams or something

[super-saiyan-rose]

#bill cypher #alex hirsch #the simpsons #gravity falls #he was telling people to buy crypto currencies #cause he was suppose to be avatar of scams or something

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Lessons 1-5!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

So we obviously know that things would run a little differently with L!MC instead of a normal human MC, but just how differently do things go?

No Mammon, you are not allowed to babysit!

Unlike in canon, Mammon needs to be kept away from MC at the start. Why? He’s known this kid for less than a day, he’s gonna try and use them for scams.

Everyone else in the house? Well, they’re of... observing MC. This is a first, a half human kid just wandering around the house...

MC and Lucifer, despite their amicable meeting, were in this really awkward beginning stage where they didn’t really know what to do with each other.

“So...” MC resisted the urge to twiddle their thumbs as they followed their father through the halls of the House of Lamentation. This was their home for the next year. It was very grand... and also very creepy in some places. “Where’s my room?”

“Right here.” Lucifer stopped suddenly in front of a door in the hallway, nearly causing MC to crash into him. He opened up the door, the room was very very pink. “Asmodeus decorated, you can redecorate as you see fit.”

MC popped their head in and looked around, there were approximately a thousand pillows scattered around the bed. It was the perfect amount! The very pink colour scheme was... okay. Maybe they’d be able to switch some of it out for a nice blue.

“It’s nice! Thank you,” MC was about to say Lucifer, then father, then just shut their mouth. What were they supposed to call him? They had known each other for like... an hour. He seemed like the type to want to be called father, he was too posh to be ‘dad’ or ‘pops’, and calling their father by his first name seemed way too casual as well... Parental Figure..? Guardian? Sir..? Should they call him sir???

The fact that MC ended their sentence like they were going to continue it left the two in a very awkward silence. A+ job at conversation.

“Anyway,” Lucifer finally broke the silence. “If you need time to settle in, we can pick up the tour later.”

“N-no, it’s okay! I didn’t really bring anything so...” MC was in the middle of mentally cursing themselves out, they thought they had successfully avoided falling into the awkward middle schooler stereotype! “We can keep the tour going.”

“Alright then.” Lucifer turned and motioned for MC to follow. Wow... he was very... curt? Was that the right word to use? MC hoped this was as awkward for him as it was for them.

The next stop was the portrait staircase, Lucifer explained each one down to each minute detail, MC listened in rapt attention.

“We received that one from a painter from the sixth layer of the Devildom, it was quite a rare find.”

“How many layers are there?”

“Nine, we’re in the centre most layer. This is the most highly defended part of the Devildom.” Lucifer explained.

“Oh,” MC smiled. “Cool, so it’s like how Dante described it in the Divine Comedy?”

“Mostly, some changes have been made since that time.”

“Ah, okay.” MC nodded, a thought came to them which made them clear their throat to suppress a giggle. “May I ask a question that might bother you?”

Lucifer turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You may ask one such question.”

“Why did Dante say you were frozen in an ice lake?”

Lucifer looked around, once he was sure that no one was listening, he turned back to MC, his voice was slightly lower when he answered. “I was ice skating with Lord Diavolo, I fell through the ice and into the lake right as Virgil and Dante arrived. Of course, Dante had to embellish or I’d smite him, if only he left out the ice part.”

To MC’s credit, they didn’t laugh, but they weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how hard it was to not burst into laughter. “Oh my... how upsetting...”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’d tell you not to tell anyone but,” his lips quirked up into a smile. “No one would believe you if you said anything anyway.”

MC gasped, but the gasp ended up releasing the laugh they were holding in.

The half demon noticed some of the other portraits on the wall, each of the brothers had a portrait, there were two demons that MC didn’t recognize. So that was their family... they wondered if their picture might be on that wall one day...

“Who’s he?” MC pointed at the portrait between Mammon’s and Satan’s.

“That’s Leviathan, the third eldest, the Avatar of Envy, and the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.”

‘Oooo, so he’s a military guy!’ MC thought to themselves. ‘And the third most powerful brother? Wow... he must be crazy scary...’

“What about him?” MC pointed at the seventh and final portrait.

It may have just been MC’s imagination, but they swore they saw Lucifer’s expression sour slightly.

“That’s Belphegor, the youngest and the Avatar of Sloth.” Lucifer explained. “He is currently in the human world as an exchange student.”

“Oh,” MC studied the portraits a bit more. “Cool! I hope he’s having a good time up there.”

“As do I.” Lucifer replied. “Now we should move on to the Underground-”

“LUCIFER!” Asmodeus cried. “MAMMON’S BEING STUPID AGAIN!”

Lucifer sighed and dragged a gloved hand down his face. “We’ll continue this tour later, MC. Feel free to explore some more, try not to break anything.”

“Because the things might be cursed?”

“That and the things are old and expensive.”

MC spends the rest of the day chilling in the house with Asmo, who peppers MC with ALL the questions.

They does their best to answer... but it’s clear Asmo was hoping for something a little more interesting.

“So, do you run the human world?”

“No. No I do not.”

Finally, Mammon escapes whatever punishment Lucifer’s got him caught up in and tried to get MC involved in something that’ll probably make them lose their money.

Mini HC! A demon’s wings, tail, or horns might pop out randomly if they aren’t paying attention! The demon doesn’t even need to be in their true demonic form for this to happen. It happens more often with younger demons like MC!

Mammon stops his little scheme when he notices that MC’s wings have popped out and left a few stray feathers lying about... he can hear the CHA CHING sound already.

Our favourite dummy tried to Mission Impossible his way into MC’s room but MC caught him trying to make off with some loose feathers after they came back with a dustpan to clean them up.

Eventually, it was dinner time, and Levi was still camped out in his room. Mammon got sent to get him out, and he decided to drag MC along with him.

“I don’t think we should bother him-”

“Sh! We gotta get him out of his stupid room or he’s gonna stay in there until the exchange year’s over.” Mammon snapped, stopping in front of Leviathan’s door.

“I still don’t think we should-”

Mammon rudely interrupted poor, aghast MC by slamming his fists against the door. “LEVI! GET UP! DINNER’S READY!”

The only response was someone increasing the volume on whatever show was playing behind the door. Wow, petty. MC suppressed a snort until they realized exactly what they were hearing.

Was that...

“Is that the Sailor Moon theme?” MC turned to Mammon and asked. The moment the question left their lips the pair heard someone practically bolt to the door. It swung open and hit Mammon right in the face.

“MOTHER FUCKER-”

“You!”

Ah, so this was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. MC didn’t know that track pants and headphones were a part of the uniform.

“You like anime?!” Levi asked, MC slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah..?”

Quick as lightning, MC was pulled into the room, and Levi slammed the door shut, tragically, the door hit Mammon again.

“LEVI YOU ASS-”

Leviathan didn’t seem too interested in Mammon’s chorus of curse words and angry knocks, he was grabbing some figurines off shelves and showing some to MC.

“Do you know who this is?!”

“That’s White Blood Cell from Cells at Work. What about Mamm-”

“How about this!”

“Violet Evergarden from the show of the same name, now Levia-”

“Whose this?!”

“LEVIATHAN!” MC stomped their foot and pointed at the door. “Mammon said we need to go eat dinner.”

“Don’t interrupt me, human!” Levi hissed, MC rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.” MC crossed their arms and let their wings appear and puff up behind them.

“...w-whu-WHAT?!”

“We have to go to-” MC was cut off yet again by Levi passing out. Wow... what a day...

Mammon was still pounding on the door, MC rolled their eyes and opened it.

“He passed out, can you carry him?”

Mammon was decidedly not careful with his dear little brother when he dragged him out of his room and into the dining room. When Levi finally woke up, he got an earful from Lucifer, and tried to kill Mammon.

Apparently money was owed that Mammon wasn’t about to pay.

So yeah, MC and Levi’s alliance did not stem from desperation, it stems from otaku-camaraderie.

MC and Levi planned their credit-card hostage situation over a fun evening of watching anime.

Mammon never knew what hit him...

“Okay Mammon, pay up or your credit card gets cut up.” MC playfully opened and closed the scissors before poising them to cut up the helpless credit card. Mammon let out a shriek and shook his head.

“NONONONONO- don’t do that!” Mammon put his hands up and let out a nervous laugh. “MC... wh-what’s with all the animosity..? We’re buddies, right?”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes. “Buddies don’t try and make money off each other’s feathers.”

“You heard them, Mammon.” Levi snickered. “Pay me back the money you owe me!”

“I don’t have the money right now!”

MC shook their head. “Pity... oh well, bye bye Goldie-”

“The money’s in my sock drawer- just please put the scissors down!”

They slowly lowered the scissors. “What do you think, Levi?”

“Hmmm... you have two minutes.” Levi said, Mammon took off in a sprint out of the kitchen.

“Nice job Agent L!” MC chirped, holding their hand out for a high five, Levi looked positively elated and gleefully hit his hand against MC’s.

“We did it! I’m finally going to have enough money to go to the live show! Couldn’t have done it without your help, Agent Near.”

“Wait- why am I Near?” MC asked. “You get to be L and I have to be Near?”

Levi crossed his arms and huffed. “Would you rather be Mellow?”

“No! I want to be Light! We agreed that I’d be Light!” MC hissed. Levi, literally hissed back.

Rude.

Anyway, Levi got paid, and everyone had a very entertaining breakfast. Well, Mammon didn’t have a very good time, but boo hoo he should have paid Levi back sooner.

I think MC felt legitimately bad for Mammon, all the insults and jabs being aimed at him made MC feel a little guilty...

MC took care to be extra sweet that day, and it made Mammon feel a bit better. You know what made both of them feel amazing?

Screwing with the dipshits that were talking crap about the two of them.

MC didn’t need super-hearing to notice that some of the demons at RAD found it to be peak comedy that Mammon got slapped with babysitting duty.

“...do you want to mess with them?”

“What?”

“Too late, I’m doing it with or without you.”

Mammon was totally in, obviously. A little magic to move some of the lesser demons’ things around and voila! They were all at each other’s throats and Mammon and MC got to enjoy a fun lunchtime show!

The Purgatory Hall crew got to meet MC too, of course!

“And this,” Lucifer gestured to MC. “Is the other human exchange student.”

MC popped up from behind one of the rows of desks and gave the three newcomers a toothy grin. “Nice to meet you!”

Simeon’s calm and serene expression dropped almost immediately as he quickly looked from Lucifer to MC. The latter just gave him an innocent smile and tilted their head.

“Is something the matter?” MC asked, through the corner of their eye they saw Lucifer smirk slightly.

“N...” Simeon snapped back to reality. “No, nothing’s the matter, it’s nice to meet you, MC.”

“You awful demons!” A much younger voice yapped. “You brought a human child down here?! Shame on you!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed with guilt, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh!” MC gasped. “You’re the chihuahua!”

“Wh-what?!”

“What?” MC shook their head and shrugged. “What’s the matter with me being a kid? You look like you’re ten.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m well over-”

“Am I just going to go ignored?” The third and final stranger asked, a cheeky/very suspicious looking grin on his face.

“Right, you.” Lucifer sighed. “This is Solomon, another human exchange student.”

“It’s nice to finally meet the other... human exchange student.” Solomon offered a nod.

“Likewise.” MC pretended not to notice the pause before he said human.

The first bell that meant “haul your ass to next period because if the cleaning staff finds you skipping class you will be maimed” sounded. MC slung their bag over their shoulder and brushed past their fellow students.

“Have a nice rest of your day, everyone!” MC chirped as they and Lucifer headed off to their next class.

“What do you stand to gain by pretending you aren’t my child?” Lucifer asked.

MC snickered. “It’s funny! Didn’t you see their faces?”

Lucifer half smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps.”

—————

“That kid is Lucifer’s.” Solomon said the moment Lucifer and MC were out of earshot.

“Oh thank heavens someone else saw too... I thought I was going crazy...” Simeon sighed in relief.

“Hey! We’ll be late to class if you guys don’t hurry!” Luke called from down the hall.

Solomon chuckled under his breath. “This whole year just got way more interesting...”

A lot of MC’s time got devoted to getting to know their newly found family.

Satan was proving to be very... polite? Almost weirdly so? He’d address MC like he would address a formal acquaintance, not like one would address a family member... or even a roommate.

MC tried the delicate dance of trying to respect his boundaries and trying to get him to like them...

Once the glasses incident happened everything kinda caved. MC had been quite rudely shunned by Satan and they were quite done trying to be his friend! Hmph!

...hmph :(

At least Beel was nice... despite MC being a little intimidated by his size and resting bitch face, MC soon found out that Beel was a massive cinnamon roll.

In return for all the snacks Beel shared with MC, they introduced him to at least five human world cooking shows.

“MC, why is the music so dramatic? They’re just revealing the cooking supplies.”

“It’s a reality TV thing... everything is 10 times more dramatic than it needs to be. The music’s doing its job though, I’m very impressed by that pie dish.”

Overall, MC’s first week at RAD was pretty decent! Until... well... until Friday.

MC could only hide their demonic side for so long...

“That’s them?”

MC slowed their steps and turned to look for the source of the voice.

“Yep.” A second voice confirmed. “Human kid, like I said.”

Ugh... of all the times to have needed to stay late after school... the hallway MC was in was completely empty and they had no clue where anyone they actually knew was-

“Boo.”

MC whirled around to see the two gossiping demons standing right behind them. They instinctively took a few steps back before the taller of the two demons grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them forward.

“Geez, are all humans this tiny?” The taller one asked as he slowly lifted MC off the ground. MC fixed him with the nastiest glare possible, he tried to scowl back, but ended up looking away and laughing to the shorter demon. “Look at them, barely enough for a snack, no wonder Beel hasn’t eaten them yet.”

Turning to the shorter demon, MC gave them a similar glare. “Put me down.”

“Tsk, quiet.” The taller demon snapped, he turned back to the shorter demon. “So if we just nab them now, how much do you think someone’ll take for their soul?”

“I-uh...” the shorter demon couldn’t pry their gaze away from MC’s as they tried to sputter a response. “I don’t think we should...”

“Why not? The exchange program’s still in its trial phase anyway, we kill this human and they’ll just bring in another one.”

The way he was speaking about them made MC’s skin crawl. How dare he? How dare he talk about them like they were just common trash? Who did this... person think he was?

An old familiar feeling bubbled beneath the surface. It had always been there, the intense, sometimes overwhelming desire to let the whole world know that they were better. The feeling coiled its way up MC’s spine and wormed its way into their head where it settled.

“You can’t be spoken to like that.”

Every single time this feeling had flared up, MC had done their best to suppress it. They didn’t know what would happen if they gave in, and frankly, they didn’t want to know.

“Let them know you’re not to be trifled with.”

The burning desire to crush the two demons like ants was almost impossible to ignore. MC felt their hands twitch and sparks snap between their fingertips.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” MC growled. “Put. Me. Down.”

“Human,” the taller demon turned back and cooed, his mocking tone made MC want to rip his throat out. “I said be quiet.”

His grip on MC’s wrist tightened until a sickening crack echoed through the empty hallway.

Bile immediately rose in MC’s throat as they let out an earsplitting scream. Their wrist seared in pain and their heart began to race hammer against their ribcage.

The desire to give in only grew and became harder to control, MC could feel themselves slipping. The feeling only had one simple question to ask, one that MC knew the answer to.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?”

Their face morphed into a cheek splitting grin despite the pain, their head tilted to the left as they stared down the two demons.

“No.”

Horns twisted and burst out of their skull as they dug their rapidly sharpening nails into the demon’s arm. Their teeth grew and sharpened while formerly hidden fangs burst through their upper gums. The agonizing pain of their bones growing, snapping, and shifting in and out of place as their demonic form took hold for the first time numbed as MC revelled in their new power.

Through the reflection in the taller demon’s horrified stare, MC could see their pupils stretch into almost catlike slits. He dropped them onto the floor while he and the shorter demon backed up. MC’s impossibly wide smile only grew as they watched the realization dawn upon the lesser demon as he stitched together what he had just done. The human he had decided to bother wasn’t quite so human after all.

“Oh?” MC cooed as their wings split through their back and unfurled behind them. “Where do you think you two are going? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

—————

Lucifer was jolted from his conversation by a sharp blast of blue light and the sound of screams from a nearby hallway. He instinctively rolled his eyes.

“Lord Diavolo, pardon me but I need to go deal with a disturbance in the halls.” Lucifer said, Diavolo sighed mournfully on the other end of the call.

“Alright, if you must, but make sure to come over later! There are events that need to be scheduled.”

Lucifer knew full well that Diavolo was making half of the school events up as an excuse for basic social interaction. Oh well, it wasn’t the time to think on his prince’s social woes, he had a problem to solve.

How many times did he have to tell some of those idiotic students to take their petty squabbles outside?

Lucifer made his way over to where the fight was happening, he wasn’t walking with particular urgency, a fight on school property wasn’t too unusual, until a massive shockwave spilled through the hallways and slammed into him.

The Avatar of Pride felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, that was his magical signature... wasn’t it? No, it was just different enough...

“Dammit.” Lucifer doubled his pace, when he reached the end of the hallway, the sight was just what he feared.

MC stood straight in the middle of the hallway with their back to him, two other demons were lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, one was next to an incredibly dented row of lockers while the other was lying next to an almost completely broken drinking fountain.

Lucifer’s own true form was out in a flash as MC turned to look at him. their eyes glowing a shining blue. Their lips curled into a snarl as they let out an otherworldly growl.

“Go away.”

“MC, calm yourself down.” Lucifer said slowly as he approached them. “Return to your normal form.”

The half demon bowed their head slightly and took a few steps back as he stepped closer. Lucifer almost patted himself on the back for such a show of authority, until MC paused and looked up defiantly. The glow in their eyes doubled as any sense of fear left them completely.

“I said, GO AWAY!”

They lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped, only for MC to quickly turn and latch their claws into his arm.

The child packed a surprising amount of force into their strikes, but he was able to block and redirect almost every single one. If this were any normal fight, Lucifer would have just swatted them away and have been done with it, but this wasn’t any ordinary opponent.

MC was his child, the exchange student, and going through their first transformation. They weren’t exactly rational or directly responsible for any of their actions at that moment.

During a first transformation the demon is almost completely relying on base instincts to function, they’ll go completely ballistic for a while, trying to tear through anything in their way until they run out of energy and pass out. Which is why during a demon’s first transformation usually happened much earlier in their lives under the watchful eyes of parents or guardians.

It was clear to anyone with even casual knowledge of demons that MC had fully given themselves over to their pride and wouldn’t stop trying to prove their superiority until they passed out.

Even though Lucifer was blocking and avoiding most of the blows, MC had managed to get in a few good scratches.

They snapped at Lucifer’s right hand, narrowly missing it and aimed their elbow at his jaw. Almost casually batting the hit away, he hissed in frustration.

“Damn it... MC, control yourself!”

MC snarled and sloppily lunged forward, only for Lucifer to use his wings to bat them to the side. They slid across the floor, their glasses falling off and skidding away from them. MC lay still for a few moments, their chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lucifer stood in place, waiting for any sudden movement. For a few moments, the hallway was quiet, save for the massive gulps of air MC was taking and the occasional groan of pain from one of the demons on the floor. MC slowly sat up and blinked a few times, then looked from side to side.

Something important dawned on Lucifer, he didn’t know just how blind MC was without their glasses.

MC’s rapid breathing began to slow as they continued to squint and search the area around them for their glasses. Lucifer almost audibly sighed in relief as the blue glow in his child’s eyes began to dull.

“MC.” Lucifer allowed his demon form to disappear as he slowly moved towards them, making sure MC could hear him approaching.

The half demon stopped scanning the area for their glasses and looked up at him, they awkwardly covered a yawn with their hand as their wings sleepily fluttered behind them. It would have been much cuter if MC wasn’t spattered with blood.

Lucifer slowly offered his hand, which MC eyed suspiciously. “Come on, let’s go.”

MC blinked a few times, then yawned again and awkwardly accepted his hand. “Mmph... m’tired...”

“That’s good,” Lucifer said quietly. “Everything’s okay.”

MC half nodded and awkwardly stumbled as they tried to find their footing. Lucifer tried to help steady them, but it proved ineffective as MC collapsed into his arms. Sighing, he picked them up and began to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Just before leaving the school, Lucifer passed by Simeon and Solomon, who looked from MC, who had curled their wings around themselves and was sleeping soundly, to Lucifer, who had a few scratch marks on his face and whose hair was a complete mess.

“Ah, you two, one of you do me a favour.” Lucifer said as he brushed past them. “One of you go to the biology hallway and pick up MC’s glasses.”

Simeon and Solomon nodded and mumbled out an affirmation as Lucifer left the school with MC. Hmph, it seemed MC was right, their confused/shocked faces were quite funny.

MC woke up the next morning with the worst muscle pain they had ever and hopefully would ever feel. On the bright side, their wrist wasn’t broken anymore :D

They had literally built their true form. Their skeleton just stretched and rearranged itself, horns grew out from their cranium, their wings broke through their back and a new set of fangs decided to break through their gums... and then all of that new stuff was gone as MC lay in bed in their normal form like a deflated beach ball.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp, MC dragged themselves to breakfast, and everyone was all: “MC, go back to bed, you can’t do anything when you’re like this.”

“Quiet, I’m fine.”

“MC, if you’re fine, then give Beel a high five, make sure it makes the slap sound.”

“Alright then, Beel, come here.”

Beel didn’t exactly think to take MC’s shorter stature into account when holding up his hand for a high five. He’s tall, okay?

MC then proceeded to grit their teeth and try not to scream as they lifted their arm to weakly hit their hand against Beel’s.

“It made the noise..!”

“No it didn’t, I didn’t hear it.”

“Fatherrrr!”

“Couldn’t hear it, go back upstairs.”

When MC trudged upstairs, Asmo practically squealed and pointed out that MC had called Lucifer father for the first time. It’s a shame no one took a picture of happy/surprised Lucifer.

Side note: after the whole event calmed down, Lucifer was crazy proud that his kid kicked the asses of two grown demons.

Funnily enough, this incident is what kickstarted MC and Luke’s friendship! Luke heard MC got into a fight and brought over get-well cookies! Sure... Beel, Mammon and Levi stole most of the cookies but they were still good!

At school on Monday... hooooooo boy... the two demons that tried to kill MC had lived to tell the tale thanks to MC getting distracted by Lucifer, and now the entire student body knew NOT to fuck with MC.

A few weeks into the exchange year, things had settled into a somewhat normal routine... until one really shitty night in particular.

MC was curled up in bed, their new comforter and sheets were a pain to put in, but they suited MC’s taste much better than the pink that had been there previously. Sighing in contentment, MC felt themselves drifting off to sleep-

Mother fucker who was texting at the ungodly hour of 10:30 pm on a Sunday? ‘Twas the lord’s day and the lord of the house stated that everyone needed to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour.

MC picked up their phone and put on their glasses. After being blinded by the light of the phone for a brief moment, MC read the text.

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags 💰🕶: Oi! MC! U want a snack?

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags💰🕶: I’m in the kitchen! Get down here!

After debating whether or not to throw Mammon to the wolves and rat him out, MC decided that they did in fact want a snack and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo!” Mammon said through a mouthful of something in a container, a loose note hung limply from a piece of tape that was stuck on the Tupperware. “Next time, hurry it up, got it? Ya can’t keep me waitin’ like this!”

“Mm...” MC grumbled, rubbing their eyes and looking around the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

“Custard!” Mammon smiled brightly. “Ya gotta try this!”

Oooo, custard! MC grabbed a spoon and practically skipped over to try some. Right before they were about to try a bit of the heavenly deliciousness, MC paused and finally caught a glimpse of what the note said.

‘Property of Beelzebub, you eat it, you die.’

Uh oh-

———————

Okay, the next few bits of this WILL come out in order, I promise! Kinda... not really... eh... but it matters not! I hope you all enjoyed this! I didn’t leave you with a cliffhanger this time considering Lessons 5-6 are already out ^_^

So uh- wanna fight the demons that tried to hurt MC? I’m bringing the pitchforks, who’s driving?

#No murder rampages at school MC! didn’t you read the rule book?! #WHO RAISED THIS CHILD?! #Obey me #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me MC #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Luke #obey me! mammon #obey me! lucifer #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! leviathan #obey me! asmodeus #Obey me! MC #obey me! satan

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Rage, Compassion, and the Bridge in Between

An essay on Katara’s emotions

On the spectrum of human emotion, rage and compassion exist on opposite ends. After all, rage is harsh and violent while compassion is soothing and nurturing; rage is unforgiving while compassion is all-forgiving. As such, they run a parallel course to each other, one canceling out the other whenever they do meet.

At least, that’s what we expect. We expect anger and kindness to be separate entities, and our media reflects this - a character is either severe or gentle, and in the rare case that they’re both, the contrast between their ability to hurt and their ability to heal is treated as a dichotomy. Except the human condition is not that simple, and sometimes, there is a not-so-simple story that remembers that.

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, Katara embodies the human condition - or more specifically, she embodies the duality within it. Throughout the show, her tenderness and her wrath are balanced in a way that renders her one of the most well-written female characters in children’s animation, perhaps even in all of television. Because Katara’s anger and compassion do not simply split themselves into two identities. Instead, they coexist and coalesce into one. They drive each other; they feed into each other; they are two sides of the same coin.

But how can that be true when opposite traits are supposed to clash and counter each other’s effects?

There’s no denying that at times, Katara’s anger and compassion serve to show two different sides of her. We even see this within the very first episode:

(on left) Katara: No that's it! I'm done helping you! From now on, you're on your own!

(on right) Katara: He's alive! We have to help!

At first, Katara’s irritation towards Sokka is what causes her to accidentally waterbend the iceberg open, in which the transcript describes her movements as “agitated.” However, as soon as she sees Aang, this irritation is replaced by concern for “the boy in the iceberg.” Hence, within a few minutes, we see how Katara can be motivated by compassion and rage separately.

Still, just because her kindness and anger are shown to be separate in many scenes that this separation applies to every scenario. Although Katara’s two opposite traits are opposite, that does not mean they are always opposing. Instead, they can fuel each other - her rage can fuel her compassion, and her compassion can fuel her rage.

Let’s see how.

Part 1 - Katara’s Rage Fuels Her Compassion

Throughout the series, Katara shares her grief over her mother’s death as a way to sympathize with others. In “The Southern Air Temple,” “Imprisoned,” and “Jet,” Katara tells Aang, Haru, and Jet about the effect the Fire Nation raids had on her, which establishes some of the most emotionally-charged scenes in these episodes. She is at her most vulnerable during these moments, laying bare a deep-rooted trauma in order to reach out and connect with someone else.

Dialogue from The Southern Air Temple

Katara: Aang, before we get to the temple, I want to talk to you about the airbenders.

Aang: What about 'em?

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother, and they could have done the same to your people.

Dialogue from Imprisoned

Haru: Yeah. Problem is... the only way I can feel close to my father now is when I practice my bending. He taught me everything I know.

Katara: See this necklace? My mother gave it to me.

Haru: It's beautiful.

Katara: I lost my mother in a Fire Nation raid. This necklace is all I have left of her.

Haru: It's not enough, is it?

Katara: No.

Dialogue from Jet

Jet: The Fire Nation killed my parents. I was only eight years old. That day changed me forever.

Katara: Sokka and I lost our mother to the Fire Nation.

Jet: I'm so sorry, Katara.

However, these moments seem to distinctly lack any hint of anger from Katara’s end, so it may seem irrelevant to mention them here - that is, until we remember Katara had mentioned her mother one more time. Trapped in the Crystal Catacombs with a former enemy, she once again says that the Fire Nation took her mother away from her - but this time not with sympathy. No, this time she is filled with rage.

Dialogue from The Crossroads of Destiny

Zuko: You don't know what you're talking about!

Katara: I don't? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

As Katara sits down, tears forming in her eyes, it becomes clear that her grief has festered into bitterness and anger towards the Fire Nation. By now, her grief is her anger, and so it’s not just shared pain Katara is empathizing within all four of these scenarios - it’s also shared rage.

She is gentle with Aang because she knows the effects of loss (inducing the Avatar State); she is sympathetic with Haru because she knows what she would be driven to do to have her mother back (inciting a prison break by stirring the prisoners’ righteous anger); and she is moved by Jet’s dedication to the Freedom Fighters because she would fight for the Southern Water Tribe too (against the Fire Nation, although Jet’s rage blinds him in a way that Katara’s doesn’t).

Then, in the Crystal Catacombs, it’s Katara’s anger towards the Fire Nation that uncovers her hidden pain. Her vulnerability is what causes Zuko’s words (“That’s what we have in common”) to resonate with her so much, enough for her to offer to heal his scar.

Therefore, Katara’s relationship with anger and grief (whether it’s emotionally-driven similar to how Aang enters the Avatar state or self-righteous similar to her calling the earthbender prisoners to action) is the foundation for some of her most compassionate moments in the series.

Part 2 - Katara’s Compassion Fuels Her Rage

Just as some of her most sympathetic moments are rooted in understanding someone else’s rage, many of Katara’s harshest moments see her acting on the behalf of others’ pain and needs.

As the designated “mother” of the Gaang, the Gaang’s more silly and immature antics often aggravate her and cause her to reprimand them severely, a clash that features prominently in Katara and Toph’s relationship.

In “The Chase” and “The Runaway,”  Katara shouts at Toph for lacking a sense of responsibility. However, her indignation does not simply stem from taking personal defense, but from wanting to safeguard the family she has found in the Gaang. Then, both these times, Toph learns the true motives behind Katara’s overbearing actions through a conversation with Iroh and Sokka, respectively.

Dialogue from The Chase

Toph: People see me and think I'm weak. They want to take care of me, but I can take care of myself, by myself.

Iroh: You sound like my nephew, always thinking you need to do things on your own, without anyone's support. There is nothing wrong with letting the people who love you help you.

When Toph talks with Iroh in “The Chase,” Iroh imparts some wisdom on finding mutual support in friendship, implying that Katara pushing responsibilities onto Toph is her way of solidifying and upholding the loving and supportive dynamic within the Gaang.

Dialogue from The Runaway

Sokka: I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly? I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there. And now, when I try to remember my mom, Katara's is the only face I can picture.

Toph: The truth is sometimes Katara does act motherly, but that's not always a bad thing. She's compassionate and kind, and she actually cares about me. You know, the real me. That's more than my own mom.

As the dialogue states, “Katara’s been the one looking out for [them].” Hence, her mothering tendencies towards Toph in “The Runaway” are evoked by her wanting to avoid the danger that Toph’s high-profile scamming is beginning to place them in. In other words, she simply wants to protect her makeshift family because “she actually cares about [Toph and the rest of the Gaang]. You know, the real [them].”

Katara’s ability to empathize with others, to see past facades and prejudices, is one of her defining traits. Earlier, in the episode “The Painted Lady,” Katara manages to see beyond the people of Jang Hui’s Fire Nation background and recognize that above all else, they are suffering from war and poverty. Consequently, they are people who need her.

As such, even the notion of abandoning the people of Jang Hui (as suggested by Sokka) enrages her because Katara is someone who “will never, ever turn my back on people who need [her]!”

Still, Katara’s desire to fight for a village of strangers cannot compare to the lengths she would take to protect Aang.

Dialogue from The Western Air Temple

Katara: You might have everyone else here buying your… transformation, but you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past. So let me tell you something, right now. You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang, and you won't have to worry about your destiny anymore. Because I'll make sure your destiny ends ... right then and there. Permanently.

While Zuko was a bystander as Azula shot lightning at Aang, he was an active participant in his fight against Katara, whom, just moments ago, he shared an incredibly intimate moment with. But despite how Zuko betrayed Katara personally, it is the impact his betrayal had on Aang’s life (and death) that she focuses on. So even at her most threatening, Katara acts to protect someone else, Aang, the boy who is her friend and her family.

Together, all these instances reveal that Katara’s compassion is what grants her a protective instinct, and her protective instinct is what moves her to anger and violence.

Conclusion

Katara’s character provides invaluable insight into the relationship between compassion and rage, revealing how it is not simply black contrasting white, but a spread of grays and contradictions. After all, that is who Katara is. She is two sides of the same coin and the bridge in between.

Even more, that is the human condition - full of grays and contradictions, simultaneously negating and reciprocating, balancing and tipping the scales all at once. And perhaps human emotion, in all its breadth, cannot be contained to a two-dimensional spectrum where emotions can either be placed close together or on opposite ends - because humanity is of infinite dimensions, constructed from science, dictated by art. And yet, somehow it is a two-dimensional animated character who captures human complexity with such ease.

#atla #atla meta #katara #katara meta #my bated breath analyzes #my bated breath's posts #that's not to say that katara's anger cannot exist without compassion #nor her compassion without anger #but it's not mutually exclusive either #on a separate note i have more metas on katara written #so you can watch out for that #likes and reblogs are always appreciated #thank you all for reading!

[divinedecay]

Beyond Reason

Prompt: Reader snaps after hearing Mammon get insulted for no reason one too many times Pairing: Mammon x Reader Word Count: 1,354 Warnings: Reader yells, swears a lot, and mentions death. Post 16-12. I assume timeline things because I can’t be bothered to check A/N: welcome to even more self-indulgent hours

It was your sixth month in the Devildom, and you were angry.

    You were sitting at a dinner table, surrounded by the seven brothers. It was supposed to be some sort of special occasion, some private celebration, but you weren’t in a celebrating mood. You were too busy listening to the conversations around you. There was the usual chatter, and then there was the constant, incessant insults directed at Mammon. The demon in question was sitting next to you, moving his food around on his plate while he pretended not to be bothered by everything his brothers were saying. It filled you with rage so white hot that you were beyond reason. You might as well be the Avatar of Wrath yourself.

    You’d gotten mad on Mammon’s behalf before, but he’d always told you to cool it before it got out of hand. He didn’t want you in trouble, starting trouble, or any variation of the two (unless the trouble was one of his schemes). But today, right this minute, you’re beyond reason. Your eyes are on Mammon, on the slump of his shoulders after a barrage of insults, on the dejected look in his eyes, on the way he’s arguing for the sake of arguing just to appear like he’s not hurt. Who knows how long these idiots have been alive, and the insults still hurt him. You were going to kill something. You were going to kill someone. 

“Will you all shut up!” Your voice, harsh and loud, cuts across all conversation at the table, effectively silencing even Lucifer. “Lay off Mammon for five fucking seconds, will you? What the hell did he do that was soooo terrible that warrants this kind of- of verbal abuse? He’s your brother, for hell’s sake!”

“Y/N,” Lucifer's voice is deadly, but you keep going regardless.

“No! You will listen to me! I’m sick of this bullshit; do you fucking dumbass demons not see just how badly you hurt him? Do you not understand what you’re doing? Do you not understand that Mammon is the avatar of greed?” Faces are turning red around the table, and the wide eyes and frantic glances of the others aren’t enough to stop your tirade. “He’s here because he loves you assholes, because he’s your brother. Avatar of greed means greedy in all things. Greedy in money, sure, but greedy in other things, too. Greedy in love, especially. He has done nothing but support you fucking bastards as a brother, outside of his money-making schemes, and what do you do? You reward him with insults, with abuse. I would rather have Belphie kill me again than listen to this disgusting display for one more fucking minute!” You shove away from the table, knocking your chair out of the way as you storm out of the Demon Lord’s castle.

    As soon as you reach the outside, you let out a screech of frustration, storming toward the House of Lamentation. Demons that would normally leer at you as you walked along the streets veered out of the way after one approached you and you didn’t hesitate to somehow punch him so hard that you broke his nose. You decide halfway back to the House, however, that you didn’t want to see any of the brothers’ stupid faces - except Mammon’s, anyway - for a good long time, and change directions, deciding to wander aimlessly for a bit to cool down.

    You wind up buying a few rolls to eat from some random bakery and finding a tree to sit under in some kind of park, and busy yourself with clearing the notifications from your D.D.D.. You have several texts and missed calls from nearly everyone, and you angrily swipe away the notifications and skim through the texts without responding. You bite into the first roll a little more viciously than necessary, trying to calm down. You didn’t regret what you said, not at all, but you knew you were going to get chewed out later by Lucifer. Possibly Diavolo. And you weren’t looking forward to that particular bit at all.

    As you take another bite of your roll, a crow lands beside you, cocking its head at you and cawing softly, eyes seemingly trained on your roll. You smile, pinching off a bit of the roll and tossing it to the crow, which gobbles up the offering and hops closer. You feed it another bite, this time out of your hand. It gladly accepts, then settles itself next to you.

“Nice of you to join me,” you smile once more, “it’s good to have some company right now.” It caws in response to your words, and for a moment you think it might understand, then you see it nudging the bag that the remaining rolls are wrapped in and roll (heh) your eyes. “Alright, alright, give me a minute.” You shove the remainder of the roll in your hand in your mouth, then pull out a second. You break off a piece of the new roll and hand it down to the crow. It ignores it, hopping up suddenly and snatching the whole roll out of your hand. “Hey!” You laugh, shaking your head. “No fair!” You grin, finally feeling the tension in your chest unravel a bit. “You remind me of Mammon,” your voice is fond as you watch the crow pick off pieces of the roll. You gently reach out to pet its head when a voice causes your head to swivel.

“Well, he oughta. He’s my familiar, after all.” Your eyes widen as you find Mammon standing in front of you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “So this is where you’ve been. I’m glad one of my crows found you before my brothers did, they’re pretty embarrassed after all the yelling you did.” His tone is unusually serious, and you sigh.

“I’m not sorry for what I said.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“I’m not going to apologize to placate them, either.”

“I know.” He moves closer and settles down beside you, his eyes following the crow as it eats more of the roll. “I wanted to say…” He trails off, struggling to find his words for a minute. “You didn’t have to stand up for me the way you did, ya know.” You glance over at him, and he’s looking at you now, eyes filled with something you could only describe as genuine love.

“Yes, I did.” He looks at you, gratitude in his eyes. The crow beside you flies up and lands on your head, gently tapping the top of your head. “You don’t deserve all the grief they give you, Mammon. Not one bit. You shouldn’t be constantly put down for who you are.”

“Y/N-” He starts, looking kind of nervous, a blush starting to form on his cheeks, “I-”

“There they are! Y/N!” Asmodeus’ voice cuts across Mammon, and the crow atop your head launches away with a startled caw. Mammon sighs, looking over in the direction Asmo’s voice came from. You glance over to see the rest of the brothers moving towards you, determined looks on their faces. You sigh.

“Do I have to?” Beside you, Mammon grabs your hand, pulling you off the ground.

“Run now, deal later?” You turn your head to look at him, squeezing his hand.

“You want me to run away with you?” You tease him, grinning.

“Shut up, Y/N.” The brothers are closer now, and Mammon tugs you in the opposite direction. “C’mon. Let’s go scam someone outta their money.” you laugh as he pulls you along, ignoring the yelling of his brothers. 

    You would deal with the others later; spending time with Mammon was your priority right now. You couldn’t escape them forever, you knew that. But you could take the time right now to chill out. They could be mad at you all they like, but it wasn’t going to change that you meant your words.

You loved Mammon, and by whatever powers that you could command, you would not see him degraded. Not ever again.

#obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x gn!reader #i wrote this in two different moods #angry and mental breakdown #so thats why the tone changes #apologies #this was really just a release of frustration fic #my writing #beyond reason #the way im just picking random gifs now bc trying to find a good one for mammon is hell

[loopy777]

RE: WIPs game: do I even want to know what Dicebenders is is it another scam how many times are the Gaang gonna get arrested for scamming

No, this time it's me scamming people. XD The dice in question are the RPG Dungeons & Dragons kind.

For a while I was doing a screencap webcomic in the style of "DM of the Rings" and "Darths & Droids" with another creative fan named Captain Boomerang. I was the scriptwriter and selected the screenshots for each panel, and Capt-BA would assemble the comics and improve my scripts (a process that did frustrate me a little, as I felt locked out of the revision process, but I did like the results. I just felt like I wasn't holding up my end of the partnership a bit). I wrote a story bible explaining the characters and storytelling rules, planned out the adaptation of the entire AtLA premiere, and had less detailed plans for the rest of the series, but we only got 6 comics in before Capt-BA went on a trip and never returned to the internet. I did manage to re-establish contact with her long enough to get permission to continue the comic, but the problem is that I have no image-editing skills whatsoever.

If I could find comic-making software that I know would do what I want and be easy to use, I wouldn't mind dropping some money on it, but everything I've looked at is trying to do lots of things I don't need. I only want a way to import existing pictures into comic grids, and then easily add dialogue bubbles. That's it. But the stuff I've found is more about image-editing than comic assembly, and it takes me an hour to put together a dialogue bubble that looks good. So I have 3 scripts that were never produced, which along with the planning docs are what's in that WIP folder, and I don't ever see myself going beyond that.

Besides, someone else already managed to complete something like this, and while I'm not a fan, I don't need to be. At this point, Dicebenders is dead. I'm glad I tried it, and it's a shame it didn't work out, but I'm happy with the other projects I've done instead.

I am squatting on an empty Tumblr for it, though.

Anyway, to share something new, here's the first section of the Story Bible I wrote to make sure Capt-BA and I were on the same page in terms of characterization. The rest of the bible details the plotlines for full series.

AVATAR: THE LAST DICEBENDER

BIBLE

Premise- A small group of players attempt to run a fantasy martial arts RPG that winds up essentially becoming the Avatar saga, or something very close. The main point of the series is comedy, based mostly on ridiculous links between Avatar and RPG's. Sometimes the humor will be in the vast difference between what happens in the comic, and what happens in the cartoon with the same screenshots. Other times, the funny will come from the unexpected ways they converge.

SPIRITUAL PREDECESSORS

DM of the Rings- The original, and my personal favorite. It's a good showcase of how to run a single quest together, while using narrative jumps to skip to the good bits.

Darths & Droids- A similar project, this stands out from its predecessor in two main ways. The players and GM are more friendly with each other, and are more or less having fun with each other. There is also a running, coherent storyline in both the game and in the lives of the players.

Benders & Brawlers- This is actually an existing attempt to do Darths & Droids with Avatar. This is helpful as an example of what we DON'T want to do, retell the Avatar story in a completely straightforward manner, with RPG players behind the characters.

CHARACTERS

None of the characters will be given real names. The players shall always be referred to by their character names, although this can be done in a teasing, ironic manner. When the characters are speaking, their dialogue bubble must always be attached to an image of the character.

The Gamemaster- The GM is a female in her early teens. She is a geek, and a bit of a social outcast for it. Nevertheless, she's trying to make that work for her, although she's not quite mature enough to make it happen yet. She has just discovered RPG's, and in her enthusiasm has gone all out in starting her own campaign. The only problem is that she doesn't know how to recruit players, so she ropes her best friend and little brother into playing with her. This is the GM's first campaign, so she'll a little in over her head. She knows the mechanics of play, and what she's supposed to be doing as GM, but doesn't have the fine skill in crafting an engaging RPG experience. Still, she wants to do her best, is willing to learn, and has a positive attitude about the whole thing. The GM has a strong crush on the Sokka player, but the only way she can express it is by having all the female NPC's flirt with the Sokka character.

Katara- Female in early teens, and the GM's best friend. Katara's player was friends with the GM from when they were both in grammar school, so while they have grown up into wildly different personality types, they are fully loyal to each other. Katara is popular, and outgoing, and doesn't care or know about geek stuff at all. She's only playing the game because the GM begged her to. At first, Katara is clueless about RPG's, and frequently questions or ridicules the mechanics of the game. She never quite gets into the idea of role-playing, but quickly takes to the idea of meta-gaming. She'll have her character act like a righteous do-gooder, because completing missions and fighting bad guys earns XP. She hoards items that will boost her stats. She'll advocate abandoning a mission/plot if it doesn't pay out enough rewards. Katara's player also can tend towards trying to Mary Sue her character, but this is inconsistent and usually shot down by everyone else.

Aang- Male in junior high, and the GM's little brother. He plays simply because his sister has cajoled him into it, and there are hints that he's getting some kind of reward or payment for it. He abuses his position by forcing the GM to give him what he wants in the game, even if it breaks the rules- access to the restricted Airbender class, the ability to bend all four elements, overloaded stats, an Avatar State that protects him from dying, a magic super flying cow ride, etc. However, it's important to note that Aang's player isn't a jerk. He's just immature, and like all kids, just always goes for what he wants via the easiest path, and doesn't realize that he may be causing trouble or hurting feelings. He's enthusiastic about trying out this RPG thing, but he has trouble coming up with any action beyond attacking or retreating. He's also hyper aware that the GM and Katara are girls. He is too old for cootie concerns, but thinks that girls are fundamentally different creatures with their own incomprehensible concerns. Having a big sister, he doesn't find this a big deal, just part of life. Aang's player is too young to be a geek. He likes cartoons and sports and fantasy and school-dramas. He also tends to follow whatever his sister likes.

Sokka- Male in late teens. This guy is your quintessential RPG player. He has is own top-quality dice, he's played campaigns and systems of all kinds, and knows the tropes of the hobby cold. He's a huge geek for all things geeky, but roleplay is easily his favorite. He's a social outcast, but he's made friends among his fellow geeks, and thinks life is just fine. Sokka's player joins when he meets the GM at the comic/games shop they both frequent. The GM was buying some sourcebooks and material to support the fantasy martial arts game she's running, and Sokka noticed, asked about it, liked what he heard, and got permission to join the game. What Sokka doesn't realize, because he is a geek and neither has experience with it or realizes it's even possible, is that the GM is sweet on him. This manifests in the character Sokka's canon luck with the ladies, only kicked up a notch. *Every single* female NPC flirts with him, whether it's appropriate or not. Sometimes player Sokka notices and tries to roleplay it, and sometimes he's just plain confused. Sokka has a few quirks. His best set of dice are his Lucky Red Dice, which always roll high when he needs it, but have been tested and proven to be fair dice. He also mandates that every character he plays use a boomerang; he was turned into a geek by the first video game he ever played, a Legend of Zelda title, and his favorite weapon from those games are the boomerang. Each of his characters has a unique, named boomerang.

Zuko- The GM's favorite NPC. She created him to be a compelling, dramatic character, with a complicated back story, moral struggles, badass loner personality, angst about his existence, a darkly noble quality, and a cool scar. The GM intended Katara to get to know Zuko, for her to try to woo him away from the side of evil, and perhaps to even have a romance with him. The PC's, however, couldn't care less about him. To them, he's just another mini-boss, and the fact that most of his character development is happening "off screen" means they don't realize that he's recruitable. A frequent gag is Zuko delivering a stirring monologue while no one pays attention.

Iroh- Background NPC. The GM tries to use him to give (ignored) hints to the players.

Toph- (tentative) A male munchkin gamer who picked a long list of weaknesses in order to get superbending. Toph's player is a friend of Sokka's player, brought in after an "incident" with his old group, and causes some initial resentment in the group when tries to show the n00bs how its done. Cowing Toph's player is a major victory for the GM.

Momo- NPC, but maybe make him a talking sidekick who gives the players hints when the GM is really exasperated?

Azula- the GM's best favorite villain. Azula is the GM unleashed, letting her take out frustrations on the players in both combat and harsh taunting. Eventually the GM comes to like the character so much, she retcons mental health issues into the character's backstory, and has her pet NPC, Zuko, spare her.

#dicbender #avatarpg

[justaghostingon]

Varian and the seven kingdoms’ field trips

Note: Remember those field trips that everyone got in Avatar the Last Airbender? I figured this au could use some.

Varian and Yong

The whole first totem adventure. 

Hugo and Yong

Sent on fetch quest by Varian, to try to get them to get along.

They need to get something from town, a few good alchemic ingredients and the like. 

Yong gets really exited about the town, while Hugo feels like he’s been assigned to babysitting

The last ingredient is almost out but they manage to get it, at exactly the same time as another group tries to grab it. 

Hugo and the older one get into an argument when the shop keeper grabs it from them both. He decides since its worth so much money, they’ll definitely be willing to pay even more for it.

Hugo and Yong don’t have anymore, but Hugo manages to convince the shop keeper to keep it until the evening and then see who has more then.

Yong asks Hugo what they are going to do and Hugo says they are going to scam people, to which Yong objects.

Instead Yong starts up a legit business selling firecrackers. Hugo thinks this is stupid but goes along because Yong threatens to tell Varian.

Meanwhile the other team is seemingly doing nothing. Hugo decides to try and get rid of the competition. He smoozes up to them and tries to figure out what there plan is.

Their plan turns out to be getting the police to arrest Yong and Hugo for selling without a permit and claiming everything he and Hugo have is actually theres.

Hugo manages to get away but Yong is caught.

The sun is setting and so Hugo has to make a choice: bail Yong out of jail, or get the potion. He reluctantly realizes if he doesn’t come back with Yong, Varian will never let him stay in the party, so he goes to rescue him.

He arrives as soon as Yong blows up a hole in the jail. Yong is happy that Hugo came back for him, finally realizing he is trying to change, and that maybe knowing that is better than getting the last ingredient anyways.

Hugo, still open mouthed, asks how he blew it up if their competition took all his supplies.

Yong reveals the explosive moss that grows in dark places, that he found and used.

This gives Hugo an idea. 

They return to the town, with a bottle of glowing moss. Hugo claims they are here not to present their money, but rather to congratulate the other winners. You see, he holds up the moss in a jar. They found the natural form of the ingredient, and can make whole jars of the stuff now.

Then they turn to leave. Their competitors freak out, and decide to try and steal it from Hugo. Yong claims it will never work if they don’t know how to delude it. They grab him, and he squeals that it just takes water.

They add water, and it blows up in their faces.

Yong and Hugo, expecting it, grab their gear, the money, and the real potion, throw the money at the shopkeeper, and run like heck.

They return out of breath and grinning, to present it to Varian. He asks what happened and they grin.

B plot is Varian and Rudinger getting into trouble with some local animals. Which ends up with them both covered in mud. 

Hugo and Nuru

Nuru invited to a party at a kingdom by an old friend who is both a man and slightly older.

The party is on a special festival of love, which features a competition of couples, and beautiful stargazing event at the end, which he remembered she loved.

Reluctantly takes friends, but warns them how hard it is to make a good impression in high society.

Finds out Hugo is actually better than she is, Varian has been trained by his dad, and Yong is so cute he can do as he pleases.

Meanwhile Nuru has to listen to her friend’s fiancé passive-aggressively makes fun of her quest and interest in alchemy when she’s still single even after having three men enter with her, and how she can’t find a partner in the festival of hearts.

Nuru excuses herself to sulk and is found by Hugo. She explains how upset she is that all her accomplishments and adventures are all ignored in the light of how she doesn’t have a proper engagement, like it doesn’t matter. She’s proud of her accomplishments! She’s proud of her friends! She just wishes others saw it too.

Hugo is sympathetic to her plight, and feels that as the older one, he has to offer a way to help. 

Unfortunately, his idea of helping is to enter the competition of hearts together, to prove how their friendship is better than the empty love everyone here has.

Nuru is touched that he would be willing to enter with her as a friend instead of using this to try to woo Varian.

So she agrees to this very stupid plan.

The competitions involve events like, flirting, having tea together, making small talk, walking in the garden properly, making flower arrangements for their loved ones, greeting properly.

Nuru and Hugo do surprisingly well, while finding the whole thing ridiculous. 

It really upsets the fiancé that not only are they not taking this seriously, they are winning.

So she sends her minions to discover anything they can use to break this ‘friend couple’ up.

Discovers that Hugo isn’t a nobleman, and so before the final event, exposes him, which apparently disqualifies him.

Hugo thinks she should go on without him and win without anyone, rub the salt in the wound all the more.

Nuru rises to her friends defense, pointing out how she doesn’t care that Hugo’s not a noble, he’s the friend that stuck with her throughout all this stupid competition and if he’s out, she’s out.

They watch as the competition continues without them, and Hugo thanks her for sticking up for him, to which Nuru claims his friendship is more important to her than showing up the fiancé, and she realizes that now. 

They go find Varian and Yong and all watch the stars together.

Plot B

Varian gets into a passive aggressive fight with the royal engineer of Equis over whose country is greater.

They are eventually make their own competition, which is to see whose alchemy better accents the couples of hearts competition.

Varian drags Yong into the mix to help him.

A lot of their nonsense is what causes Hugo and Nuru to get so far, as they are used to dealing with experiments going wrong and messing stuff up, so it doesn’t faze them.

In the end, Yong ends up the winner of their little competition, when he creates fireworks that look exactly like the stars so that even though its a cloudy day, everyone can see them.

Nuru and Yong

Nuru wants to see some special star rocks that respond to, predictably, the stars. And guarded by a star beast.

She wants to take everyone, but Varian and Hugo are having that will they won’t they drama, and she’s really sick of it

So she leaves them to figure themselves out and takes only Yong

Yong is excited, because there’s a special moss that’s explosive that he found and wants to test out

Nuru gets upset that he might damage the rocks. Yong is upset that she thinks he can’t be trusted with delicate things.

Then they hear from the locals that the sight has been taken over by a dangerous beast. 

So Nuru and Yong decide that they’ve had a fair share of adventures, they can survive it anyways. 

They run into the beast, and chases them, Yong tries to throw some firecrackers, but Nuru knocks them out of his hand, causing them both to fall into a small hole.

Yong gets upset that she didn’t trust him, and Nuru breaks down by explaining how this was the only thing she wanted to see. Yong feels guilty. 

Nuru tells him it doesn’t matter. Its not like the rocks glow like they are supposed to anyway, which is what she wanted to see. 

Yong starts working on a way to blow them free using the fireworks.

Then Nuru, who is against the wall, notices something is off with the rocks. There’s moss over it. Explosive moss.

She calls Yong over, and together they remove it to find the glowing star rocks, stuck inside due to what looks like a cave in. 

They move the explosive moss so that its on the rocks that formed the ceiling and block the star rocks, then they ride out on an explosion as the rock ceiling blows up to free the star rocks.

The star beast catches them, and so grateful to have its rocks free again, gives them a ride through the air. (Because why the heck not?)

They go back to see Varian and Hugo have resolved whatever problems they were having. Varian apologizes for not coming and asks if they had fun.

They grin and don't answer.

#varian #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo the human #princess nuru #yong #varigo #varian seven kingdoms au

[ripleyfm]

              ･ﾟ☀   good   morning   to   everyone   except   those   who   hate   on   legend   of   korra   !   skskskks   i’m   teddy   ,   i’m   a   lil   ole   baby   swinging   back   into   the   rpc   heart   emojis   a   -   blazing   !   this   is   my   lil   sunflower   chaos   seeker   known   as   ripley   ,   a   newer   muse   for   me   but   i’m   really   excited   to   flesh   her   out   here   with   some   extra   spooky   elements   .   i   have   a   god   awful   sense   of   humor   and   too   much   enthusiasm   for   angst   so   tbh   ?   come   get   y’all   PLOTTIN   JUICE   to   distract   me   from   thirsting   over   avatar   kyoshi   !  disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

* [ bruna marquezine + cis female + she / her ] —— have you met tallulah ripley ? they are a twenty-two year old senior currently studying biology & music theory. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this leo is vibrant + gregarious, as well as hedonistic + philophobic. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. trailing sand in on the hardwood with bare feet , running late to meetings ( and asking forgiveness with a mere flash of a grin ) , tucking a greta van fleet album among the family collection of concierto classics .

EDIT : wanted and current connections can be found here ! 

youngest   of   four   ,   born   into   an   old   money   surname   ,   her   mother ,  an  international   student  from  sao  paolo  ,  brazil  ,  and  american   father   meet   as   competing   pianists   at   holloway   ,   falling   in   love   ,   marrying   ,   and   beginning   the   next   generation   of   the   ripley   virtuosos   soon   after   graduation   .   her   childhood   is   privileged   and   uneventful   ,   strict   and   stifling   as   early   as   she   can   remember   ,   tallulah   causing   trouble   enough   as   if   to   make   up   for   her   perfectly   behaved   siblings   .

her   father   becomes   one   of   the   most   prolific   modern   composers   of   his   time   ,   and   splits   his   efforts   between   composition   and   teaching   music   theory   at   julliard   as   his   wife   continues   performances   as   a   famed   pianist   .   though   her   siblings   branch   out   into   other   instruments   ,   tallulah   is   the   only   one   stubborn   enough   to   weather   the   callouses   on   her   fingers   ,   figuring   if   she’s   going   to   be   forced   to   play   an   instrument   of   any   type   ,   it’ll   at   least   be   something   she   likes   .   thus   ,   the   only   stringed   instrument   in   the   ripley   household   becomes   hers   as   she   takes   on   the   cello   by   storm   .

practicing   cello   is   perhaps   the   only   thing   lu   truly   commits   herself   to   —   charming   and   sociable   as   she   may   be   ,   her   selectiveness   with   her   efforts   makes   her   sluggish   with   schoolwork   as   if   to   give   her   family   a   hard   time   .   her   siblings   ,   all   honor   scholars   and   first   chairs   at   their   respective   instruments   ,   pick   on   her   for   her   unmotivated   wild   child   ways   at   the   encouragement   of   her   mother   .   the   only   person   who   takes   the   time   to   sit   with   tallulah   and   keep   her   on   track   is   her   ever   -   tired   (   but   endlessly   generous   )   father   .

her   world   is   turned   upside   down   her   freshman   year   when   her   father’s   occasional   stumble   turns   into   a   more   regular   struggle   to   keep   his   balance   ,   an   ultimate   diagnosis   of   a   degenerative   disease   rattling   their   family   as   they   know   it   .   tallulah   ,   wild   and   only   tamed   by   the   kindness   of   one   man   ,   starts   acting   out   in   an   effort   to   ignore   the   world   around   her   .   the   rift   between   herself   and   her   family   only   multiplies   when   she   discovers   her   mother   having   an   affair   as   her   father’s   health   continues   to   decline   .

he   passes   away   on   a   vacation   he   and   tallulah   take   to   the   ripley   summer   beach   house   ,   something   they   had   done   to   have   some   quiet   time   together   away   from   the   judgement   of   her   siblings   .   having   to   be   the   one   to   break   the   news   to   the   family   ,   she   feels   herself   shut   down   and   lose   whatever   desire   she   had   left   to   live   the   perfect   life   her   mother   and   siblings   tried   to   force   on   her   .

she   starts   going   almost   exclusively   by   her   surname   ,   making   it   into   holloway   more   as   a   favor   to   her   family’s   generous   donations   to   the   music   program   than   on   grades   .   she’s   barely   hanging   on   by   her   involvement   in   the   university’s   symphonic   orchestra   ,   where   she’s   a   first   chair   cellist   that   shows   up   late   to   every   damn   rehearsal   and   somehow   can   cold   sightread   well   enough   to   piss   everyone   off   ksksksk   .

given   this   ,   she’s   only   minoring   in   music   theory   to   stay   in   the   orchestra   ,   and   partially   to   feel   close   to   her   dad   .   though   her   dream   is   to   write   music   scores   for   films   ,   she’s   majoring   in   biology   to   have   a   respectable   backup   plan   .   if   she   can’t   do   music   forever   ,   she’ll   disappear   onto   a   beach   somewhere   in   costa   rica   and   be   a   marine   biologist   and   never   be   heard   from   again   lmao

PERSONALITY   :   ripley   is   happiest   shotgunning   a   white   claw   before   piling   into   the   squad   car   and   calling   aux   immediately   !   loves   her   friends   and   sees   her   circle   as   found   family   that   she   would   do   anything   for   .   

she’s   laid   back   and   observant   ,   one   of   the   quieter   in   the   group   as   she   tries   to   suss   you   out   but   is   the   first   to   approach   a   newbie   and   act   as   if   you’ve   been   friends   for   ages   .   she   makes   an   active   effort   to   not   judge   others   on   the   basis   of   first   impressions   and   tends   to   be   rather   open   minded   when   meeting   others   ,   which   makes   her   a   sort   of   universal   friend   -   to   -   all   ;   given   this   ,  when  wronged  ,  she’s   a   stubborn   little   shit   and   though   she   wont   let   them   live   rent   free   in   that   headspace   ,   she’ll   go   full   send   to   making   sure   they’re   aware   they   don’t   exist   to   her   !  

she   hates   petty   drama   and   tends   to   skirt   most   responsibility   by   sweet   -   talking   her   way   out   of   things   ,   giving   the   impression   that   she   can   be   lazy   or   unmotivated   .   this   is   true   to   some   extent   ,   such   as   with   her   grades   or   her   timeliness   ,   but   those   who   strike   the   right   balance   will   see   a   side   of   ripley   that   is   laser   focused   ,   whether   its   drunken   ramblings   about   the   brilliance   of   the   chord   progressions   on   fleetwood   mac’s   rumors   or   an   astute   observation   about   the   emotion   behind   a   certain   cello   movement   .   though   she   prefers   to   skip   the   hard   thinking   and   just   enjoy   the   moment   ,   ripley’s   admittedly   a   clever   girl   ,   simply   needing   the   right   push   to   unlock   her   truest   potential   .  

she’s   incredibly   relaxed   (   sometimes   a   bit   too   much   for   the   preference   of   some   )   and   tends   to   try   and   avoid   over   -   complicating   issues   in   order   to   not   have   to   face   them   .   especially   considering   the   infidelity   of   her   mother   ,   ripley   is   a   staunch   believer   that   relationships   are   a   waste   of   time   and   is   the   annoying   bitch   who   argues   that   being   in   love   is   a   scam   made   up   by   the   simps   to   feel   valid   !  

acts   as   if   she   isn’t   FULL   of   feelings   and   emotions   24/7   n   listens   to   emo   70’s   power   ballads   when   the   person   she   likes   doesnt   confess   their   love   for   her   under   the   moonlight   like   they   were   supposed   to   in   her   fantasy   …….   smh   .   she’s   too   busy   trying   to   be   ~cool   and   effortless~   that   she   sometimes   sabotages   the   things   that   would   bring   her   the   most   happiness   ,   then   blaming   herself   in   a   vicious   cycle   that   just   leaves   her   trying   to   distract   herself   w   crazy   antics   to   avoid   focusing   on   her   feelings   .

RANDOM BLURBS :    hates   men   n   regrets   all   attraction   to   them   .   thinks   all   women   r   too   good   for   her   .   convinced   she   will   be   a   useless   bisexual   forced   2   be   forever   alone

plays   guitar   as   a   mental   break   from   cello   and   loves   it   .   i’m   still   deciding   a   vc   for   her 

knows   the   beaches   in   maine   are   cold   af   but   wants   to   go   every   weekend   anyways

drives   the   most   impractical   soft   shell   jeep   which   sucks   in   the   east   coast   wind   and   snow   and   yet   it   is   somehow   exactly   an   embodiment   of   Her   Brand tm

like   5′9   tall   and   hates   wearing   real   people   shoes   she   said   berks   or   nOTHIN

wishes   she   could   go   vegan   but   is   so   bad   at   keeping   track   of   her   meals   she’d   forget   instantly   and   down   a   20   pack   of   chicken   nugget

too   mellow   &   apathetic   to   be   a   chaotic   neutral   but   too   adventurous   to   be   a   true   neutral   so   she   lives   somewhere   in   that   lawless   grey   space   skskskks

acts   REAL   california   for   someone   who   grew   up   exclusively   on   the   east   coast   ....   hm   .....   🤔

grew  up  disconnected  from  brazilian  culture  due  to  her  mom's  whitewashing  and  she  resents  it  greatly  .  can  understand  scattered  portuguese  but  took  spanish  in  high  school  so  that's  as  close  to  the  language  as  she'll  get  .  wants  to  take  lessons  online  tho  !

inspos r lila from umbrella academy , wynonna earp , beverly marsh from it , michelle manlon from derry girls , korra from lok , adora from she ra and the pop ,  and that ugly yellow overtone used in outer banks  💖 skskskks 

#holloway.intro

[spdersilk]

Recruit [2]

Warning(s): Cursing. Violence (not gory).

Summary:  Basically I really wanted to start an Avenger’s series where the reader is a new recruit. The reader is a close confidante  of a science professor and often helps with research. What was supposed to be a normal visit to a lab turned into a life changing occurrence. 

Author’s Note: This series will have multiple parts so if you want to be a part of the tag list just let me know and drop something in the ask box. Let me know if you guys liked this part :)

Pairing(s): Avengers x Reader

*Italicized phrases are the readers thoughts/memories/etc. Hydrokinesis is the ability to control water. Cryokinesis is the ability to control ice. Electrokinesis is the ability to control electricity. 

Part [1]

“‘I’m sorry, I really am not the one your looking for. Now if you excuse me-” You wheezed, turning around only to see a red headed lady stand in front of you. Her viridescent colored eyes peered at you as if she was daring you to make a move. 

“OVER HERE!” A gruff voice echoed. You turned around and let out a small gasp. The group of men stood at the entrance of the alley with guns.

“Agent Romanoff.” Fury stated, pressing himself against the alley. The young woman grinned, reaching for something behind her. Her smile reminded you of a tigress finally finding her prey. 

“On it.”

“If you were smart, you would come with me, Miss.” Fury stated. Your eyes were transfixed on the several men. The red head had straddled one with her legs while shooting at the other man with a gun. You let out a small gasp, wincing at the noise. The echos of the bullets resonated in your head and you could see your brothers face. Bloody. Bruised. No, not again. 

“Alright you’ve seen enough.” Fury grabbed you by the arm and began to lead you towards the opposite  end of the alley. 

“Leave the girl.” A gravely voice came behind you. Fury stopped abruptly, pulling you roughly against him. The short man, who you had hurt earlier, stood in front of you with an eerie grin. You pressed yourself further into the wall.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Fury stated , reaching for his gun. You watched the man’s smile widen. His hand reached for a black gun and you shrieked, covering Fury’s body with yours. You hid your face in your arms, crossing it in front of your face. The man fired but the bullet never penetrated your skin. Frowning, you looked up to see what resembled a force field. Is that water?

“We have to go now.” Fury stated, grabbing your arm with more intensity. Your legs were moving but your mind was miles away. A symphony of bullets crackling, screams, and images of your brothers face filled your mind. Fury forcefully pushed you into a black jeep. None of what you had seen made sense. A cacophony of loud sounds bounced the window and you shrieked. Two men fired at your window, inching closer.

“Shit.” Fury grumbled and stepped on the accelerator.

“Agent Romanoff, are we clear or do I have to send in back up?” Fury touched the back of his ear. The car was suddenly filled with static and the sound of bullets. You jumped slightly, your heart palpitating. You shut your eyes tight, grasping the edges of the seat firmly. Suddenly the jeep was silent.

“All clear. I’ll be at headquarters soon. Do you have the girl?” 

Fury looked at you but you did not acknowledge his gaze. You were extremely pale and it was getting slightly difficult to breathe.

“Have Stark clear the Hospital Wing.” 

“On it.”

***

“Is this Project A7?”

“I believe so.”

“So what’s up with her? Heat vision? Can she warp time? Ooh maybe she’s from another dimension and has a twin but her twin is evil so-”

“Put a sock in it, Barton.”

“Would you all quiet down for a second? She’s waking up.”

“Friday, can you run records?”

“Yes Boss.”

“Where am I?” You asked warily, slowly opening your eyes before hissing. The fluorescent lights glared at you. Grimacing, you rubbed your eyes. 

“Boss, it appears Project A7 is identified by the name of Y/N Y/L/N. Born to Y/M/N and Y/F/N. Profession is mechanical engineering, however it seems she conducts unauthorized scientific research under Professor Edmund Nottingham.”

A deep blush painted your cheeks crimson. “You guys aren’t the government right?” You asked tentatively.  A man with short brown hair guffawed.

“The government? Is that what got you so spooked?” 

You looked at the man intensely. An array of arrows adorned his back. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the man next to him. His features resembled the man you often saw on t.v and newspapers. Tony Stark. You winced. 

“Is this S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters?” You asked, fearful of the answer.

“No. This is the Avengers Tower You’ve been brought here for a particular reason.” Fury walked towards you from the corner of the room. Panic filled your body for a moment.Your mom’s voice filled your head. I mean you saw what happened to Julie! S.H.I.E.L.D stripped her of her life’s work. 

“Why?” You asked. For a moment, no one said a word. 

“Why?” You asked again, frustration and desperation evident in your voice.

“Do you remember what happened in the alley?” Fury asked, sitting at the edge of the bed you were currently seated on. You looked at your dangling feet for a moment.

You remember throwing yourself against Fury to protect him. You remember your arms protecting your face. You remember the force field that resembled some sort of film made of water.

“The shield.” You said softly. 

“That. That is why you're here. We want to figure out how did that happen. That shield or force field- whatever that was, isn't something that can be conjured by the average individual.” He leaned forward to study you before getting up.

“We want to run some tests on you. Its only a blood test. It’ll be enough to give some pointers to figure out what you are. That is, if you will let us.”

You looked at him and then at the people around you.

“How do I know this isn't a scam?” You asked. Tony let out a chuckle.

“You really don’t recognize any of us? Do The Avengers ring a bell?” 

You looked at the individuals in the room and suddenly their faces slowly became familiar. You thought of the numerous amount of times Professor Nottingham brought them up. You knew more about them than you would care to admit. 

“Your missing a couple of people.” You stated, looking around the room. Tony grinned at Fury.

“I think we should begin.”

***

“That was more than one needle.” You scowled, looking at your now bandaged arms.

“It’s not my fault your veins are difficult to find.” Tony mumbled, typing on what seemed to be a projection of a computer?

“Friday, give me a rundown on the results.”

“It appears Ms. Y/L/N possesses the power of elemental.” Tony furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Elemental?”

“She has the ability to control and manipulate the four elements. The shield she had created to protect Mr. Fury was a manifestation of hydrokinesis.” You looked at your hands curiously. That isn't scientifically possible. 

“That doesn’t make sense. The bullet that was fired should have penetrated the film of water. The properties of water aren’t strong enough to withstand such an amount of force.” Tony mumbled. 

“There is something unidentifiable that courses within her blood. The source that gave her such powers must have enhanced her abilities. Metabolism and strength levels have heightened. Aging has slowed. Her vital levels have been altered entirely.”

You sat quietly in your chair. None of this seemed real. Hydrokinesis is not real and the ability to manipulate the four elements?

“Holy shit, she’s basically the Avatar!” The man-Clint exclaimed. Thor looked at him quizzically. 

“The what?”

“The Avatar! It’s this t.v show of this kid who can control the four elements. He basically has to learn how to ‘bend’ them all so he can beat the fire nation.” Clint grinned widely at you. 

“Mr. Stark. If Ms. Y/L/N receives proper training, her powers will not be limited to the four elements.”

“What other possibilities will exist?” Tony asked, sitting at the edge of the desk.

“Cryokinesis and a radical form of Electrokinesis.” 

“Holy shit!! She’s better than the Avatar!” Clint exclaimed. 

“Can it, Clint. Tony what are we gonna do with her?” Natasha asked, looking at you. You closed your eyes. You were beyond perplexed. “W-Wait. This isn’t-” You clutched your head. “This is not possible. This is not scientifically possible. The human body is not capable of hydrokinesis. Our genetic code doesn’t allow for such-” You cut yourself off, massaging your temples. 

“You’d be surprised at what science has to offer.” Tony said, turning towards the computerized projection of your blood results. 

“What happened to you before all of those men chased you down the alley? What did you do to make them chase you?” He asked, scratching his chin. 

“Give the girl a rest. Let’s wait for Cap and the rest to come back from the mission and continue this discussion tomorrow. Romanoff. Maximoff.” Fury turned towards the two women in the corner of the room.

“Show Y/L/N her room.”

***

“You’re scared.”

You looked at the woman next to you. Wanda Maximoff. You remembered Professor Nottingham raving about the girl. That woman holds limitless power. Telekinesis. Manipulation of energy. She could cause mass destruction if she wanted to!

“You read minds.” You replied. She opened the door and held it.

“You’re scared of Fury. You think he’s going to do something horrible to you.” She said, fiddling with her rings. You looked at her before entering the room. It was large and relatively empty. There was a queen sized bed and a dresser along with a bathroom. The room was decorated in various shades of greys and browns. 

“I have history with S.H.I.E.L.D.” You stated. Natasha cocked an eyebrow.

“Personal or familial?” She asked, sitting on your bed. You leaned against the wall.

“Familial.”  You looked at the two women before looking at your feet. An awkward silence filled the room. You thought of the shield of water and your mother. She would disown you the minute you got home once she found out.

“Do you like baking?” Wanda asked. You furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“Natasha and I were going to bake some cookies. For the Holidays. The other Avengers think they’re too busy to celebrate but we’re all suckers for baked goods.” She let out a small chuckle. Natasha jumped off the bed.

“We’re making sugar cookies and snickerdoodles.” She glanced at you before making her way towards Wanda.You let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“I’ve never had a snickerdoodle before.” Wanda let out a small gasp and Natasha’s eyes widened. She grabbed your arm. 

“Boy are you in for an adventure.” 

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