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onskepa · 9 months

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Can I get a Jake sully x daughter reader.

where the reader was Jake's first child who he left on earth when he went on Pandora. Years later, Jake is finally reunited with his daughter, the one thing he hand longed for, but he finds out that she works for the RDA and is alongside Quaritch. I kinda want this to be a series cause I've been looking all over for fics like this but there are barely any at all.

Gotta admit, this one was a toughie. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoy a challenge. Now I did think long and hard where this would take place. Hope fully this is is good! enjoy!

NOTE: I had to change things around considering the time line and not everything will be down to the T compared to the movie.

Left behind series

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Left behind

Neytiri was enjoying her peaceful night with her two children, neteyam and kiri and her beloved mate jake. As she holds neteyam, while jake was holding kiri but he had a distant look into his eyes. Neytiri knows that look. It is a look where he is mentaly absent and wonders somewhere deep in his mind.

Doesn't happen often, and whenever it does, its about his past. Neytiri knows some of it but doesn't know all. Not that she minds. In fact, she encourages that he forgets his past. All of it.

"ma'jake" she softly calls out to him, placing her hand on his cheek, bringing his attention to her, bringing him back to the moment. Jake humms, paying attention to her. "whatever it is...its all in the past. Forget it, leave it behind. You are here with me and our children. You belong here with me" she says, letting her soft voice soothe his mind.

Unknowns to neytiri, it was the biggest mistake she will ever make.

Neytiri was holding spider, her blade at his throat. In front of her, the demon of her nightmares, Miles Quaritch stands in a false na'vi body doing the same with kiri.

"do it, he aint mine" Quaritch says, no hesitation in his voice. In fact, he was grinning as if to encourage neytiri. This isn't what she wanted. She wanted to strike fear into his heart. Have him feel what she is feeling.

"he doesn't care if I die!" spider tells neytiri. Normally she would ignore him but this time, she couldn't. "You don't care for your own child!?" she screeches. The demon grins in a twisted way. "As far as I am aware Mrs. sully, he isnt my child......but she is"

"MOM/NEYTIRI LOOK OUT!!" Kiri and jake shout to her.

It was quick, it was swift, neytiri couldn't block it in time. A shadow lunged behind neytiri, kicking her behind the knees and body slamming her with full force bringing her and spider down.

Neytiri was quick, fangs out, hissing out in anger only to be met with a gun at her face. She looks up and she sees a young woman. Tall, tough looking, her expression cold and deadly. But one thing stood out, and that was her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

The same blue eyes jake once had in his human form.

"please! please don't hurt her!!" spider crawled up in front of neytiri as means to protect her. He didn't care of neytiri was threatening his life moments ago, she was not someone he wished death upon.

"quaritch p-please...!! tell her to step down or something!!" spider begged. But the man simply grinned. "you said a child for a child isnt that right Mrs. Sully?" Quartich teases.

kiri had enough and bit his arm making him let go. She ran to her dad but a bullet barely scrapped her shoulder making her shout in surprise.

Jake looked at the young woman who was facing them and time stopped for him. The blue eyes.....he knows those eyes better than anyone else's. Cause they were his own.

"Fair trade I say jake. My child for YOUR child"

Neytiri and the kids were shocked. Jake looked as though he was stabbed a million times.

"daddy? daddy who is that?!" tuk asks as she tugs his hand. Kiri, spider and neytiri also wanted to know.

"she is my daughter" jake says. The daughter he loved. The daughter he cherished with his life. The daughter he left behind for Pandora.

The girl stared at him with nothing but hate and malice.

"not anymore" was what came of her mouth, her voice void of emotion, cold and distant.

"My name is Proto Quaritch, and I am Miles Quaritch's daughter!"

Ngl I feel like I could have done better. I can see this being a series but I got three in the works. This will have to be temporarily be in the shelf until I am done with one of the series. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #ashden #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon

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level30lawn · 3 months

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i have another isat thought now that i've rewatched the epilogue

in a lot of fanfic i've read loop ends up being stronger than siffrin (in battle, to be clear; neither of these bitches got emotional fortitude) and i think that's kinda underselling siffrin a lil bit. it's kinda hard for me to tell if it woulda been a fair fight had siffrin been at 100%, but we know at least that loop never beat the king (even if the king in sasasap is harder than in isat)

like, in the act 6 fight siffrin gets dropped down to his level from the end of act 4 (minus his Just Attack craft), which is a couple hours after he's been frozen in time, emotionally beat to hell (maybe almost releasing a sadness imo but that's a different headcanon), feverish from excess craft use, and had an emotional crisis-catharsis double feature. point is he aint clockin 100%. also it's a pretty safe bet that sif isn't playing for keeps in that fight anyway, since he wants to talk to loop and thank them, not ice them

in my gut of guts i feel like loop is getting the rouxles caard treatment (in that because they're a fan favorite they get treated as cooler/stronger than they are in fan media (not to say that loop isn't cool or interesting or whatever just that i think they pull focus a lot)) and i wish they wouldn't

#isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat act 6 spoilers #ramble #grumble grumble #aw fuck im talking about power scaling aren't i

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teh-inggris · 1 month

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Aint no fucking way they did that

no way they did that to her.

(Rant about episode 132)

THEY MADE THE POISON PART OF ALICIA'S ARC

i cant tell whats worse; lhm making Alicia have BOTH the [Magentano Carry] title (that clouds her judgement of Lloyd, basically making her incapable of doubting him) AND the poison (which is also messing with her thoughts)

OR the fact that they're reducing her character to just being Lloyd's Love Interest.

it's so upsetting. just. look:

this scene wouldve been cute if it wasnt for the fact that she was hallucinating it

If youre wondering about the blur on the 2nd photo; the panel is originally like that. It's to show that when she hugged Lloyd, she was in a hazy state of mind. Which is. Totally. Not at all concerning. Haha.😐

(also i just noticed that Lloyd isnt even hugging her back. Hes just so confused ☹️)

(it's probably just me but, Alicia's eye here made it look shes traumatized. Which, lets be honest here, she probably is)

There's the power of a higher being and now the effect of a poison messing with her mind and they have the gall to write this off as romance??? You can easily write a psychological horror fic about her state of mind alone! She literally cant doubt him, shes not allowed to!

How much of her 'love' for Lloyd is ACTUALLY love and not the narrative forcing her to love him????

She's a strong female character. She had little chance of inheriting the throne, yet she persisted. Hell, she had to lie about her age just so people will take her seriously. She's bold, yet fair. And whatever she says, goes.

To reduce her to just being a love interest is just. so. disrespectful😐

#empty chattering #Lhm... Lhm when i fucking get you #Alicia you deserve better than this

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roseamongroses · 10 months

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"AITA FOR EDITING MY BOSS'S SUPERHERO SUIT HOLOGRAM INTO A BUNNY FIT MID FIGHT CAUSE HE DELETED MY SIMS CC FOLDER"

Idc if im the asshole tbh but I think this is funny. I (15F) am a hero intern for this fairly big company, think superhuman secret society typa shit.

The thing is because I'm more of a "in the chair" hero, I spend a fair amount of time in the Headquarter's lab. My work load swings between nothing to fucking do and non-stop crisis mode.

Somedays I literally can't afford to take normal breaks and go home This facility, despite all the money we get, is held together with a paperclip cyber-security wise (and security wise. there's one them that lowkey be stealing but i aint a snitch okay). We do have an AI program (she's great, love her) but she's hella overworked too and essentially babysits the boss in the field, in his personal life, etc.

So forgive me if during the brief moments of peace, I happen be playing the sims. I never use the work monitors for this and the AI is fully aware that this is how I take my "breaks" and is FINE with it.

But one day the boss randomly walked in while I was busy browsing some hair options and lost his shit. "Something, something, anomoly" I don't even remember what he said, all ik is he was growling n shit over my shoulder with his stank ass breath. I didn't even think he was mad at ME fr-- he's just unhealed like that, so i let that shit go this time.

i leave to grab lunch rq and come back. day goes by normally. but when i log back into MY PERSONAL COMPUTER, my shit was gone.

Obviously ik it was him. No one else cares enough to do anything like that. So i go confront him. And of course that villianous ass bitch is cracking a smile talking bout some "you can play dress up at home,". like NO???? SIR I NEVER GO HOOOMMME. IM HERE ALL THE TIME???

keep in mind i do NOT get paid for this. the most i get is experience and a therapy session on Wednesdays, thats it.

unhealthy yes, but he knows that i care about this work and he def knows my home life isn't the best anyways. so idk why he was being so petty about it.

but since we're being petty now of course i had to go lower.

he has this lil hologram suit. it's cute or whatever, super secure. but i just asked his AI for a favor and she let me go ham on the programing.

everytime the program detects his heartrate above a certain level, his costume will change. i have it cycling through a few options, but the bunny suit has been a fan favorite lately.

he's pretty pissed about it and ik he suspects me, but he doesn't want to admit that i somehow got into his superfancy tech and embaressed him. so its a lot of passive aggressiveness and for sulking now. everytime he changes it, i change it back and then some. it's fun.

it has also become a growing meme in the work gcs, tho some of the heros have tried to scold me about it. but tbh idc. none of the costumes impede his work, if anything the distraction helps him catch villians off guard. so pretty harmless, i could do worst. so im taking suggestions on how to keep ruining his day until i get bored of it (or till i get all my cc redownloaded).

update: thank you for all the outfit suggestions!! also to the grown men mad at me in my messages, check ur emails for something fun :)

#atsv #across the spiderverse #margo kess #miguel o'hara #spider byte #spiderman #fake post #writing #hobie brown #atsv lyla #atsv spiderbyte

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carnis-insanis · 17 days

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since yu stoled from me . FIEND . 🐈 for maxwell or woodie . yur choice

I PLEAD GUILTY I LOVE THEFT

woag adies adies one at te time (bot midde aged bitces)

FOR MAXWELL well... Hes mister negative, sir "i dont know happiness ".... of course hes apathetic to pets or straight up negative to them, kicking out a cat of his lap kinda guy

......that is if there is someone around, and since animals have this thing where they gravitate to ppl who dislike them most, hes often one on one with whatever pet wickerbottom gave him as a support animal because he wont stop waking up screaming every morning and then going back to sleep like nothing happened

when he doesnt have to worry about others seeing him as a human capable of feeling basic human emotions he picks the fur-ball up to his chest cradles it and then baby talks to it ...his faves r dogs and rabbits, he probably had those in is childhood and they all probably died oddly brutal deaths

WOODIE THO...well, tat question becomes more complicated cuz she lives in the forest and turns into 3 diff animals, those are her neighbors dawg...she likes animals but not in a way you and i like animals..if she had a horse it woudnt be her pet cause she smoked weed with that horse last full moon it aint fair

Having favourite animas doesnt feek fair man. these r my coworkers and birds and cats are my asshole ceos n menagers, especially woodpeckers fuck you woodpecker

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im-notbean · 5 months

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Punz x Male! Soccer player! Reader. Pt 1.5

A drabble inside of my AU of Punzo <Link here if you want context lol>

Punz went Live!: Introducing...with face cam???

Y/N sat in his boyfriends gaming chair he had told him that he cpuld use his computer any time Y/N wanted and yes, he were using that to his advantage. Y/N waited about two minutes before testing the mic out.

"Hello..? I don't know hoe to work this thing so...uh is the mic working chaters?"

Orange_: its working

i-heart-mum: ayee punzo...that aint fucking punz-

Fossabot: im_notbean subscribed with a teir 1! Their on a 18 month streak!

gayfrogo: WHERE IS PUNZO-

"In case your wondering, no I'm not Luke. But I do know how to work his setup, which is his fault for teaching me how to use."

bee.boied: damn-

Fossabot: Orange_ subscribed with Twitch Prime! Their on a 5 month streak!

"Damn indeed but eh, his problem now. I do know I ain't messing with his valo and stuff, I swear he loves that shit more than me-" "Y/N." "Fuck-" "Seriously?! I know I told you that you could use my computer anytime you wanted but why the hell would you go live?!!." "Because why the fuck not? Plus you taught me how to use this shit." "Your lucky I love you." "That's gay." "Bitch."

im_notbean: we gonna ignore that orrrr....

Orange_: @ im_notbean we are

im_notbean: =|

"What? Your the one who's a bitch here." "How am I a bitch?" "Your acting like one Luke." "Aye." "Whatever." "Don't whatever me mister."

anons.379: anyone else enjoying the banter

i-love-karens: *Deleted Message*

Fossabot: @ i-love-karens please be nice in chat! Warning

itunes-slaphard: punzo and guest banter>>>>

"I will turn on the cam." "What would that do anyway?" "They get to see your neck?" "...Fuck you." "Already did." "That's gay." "I am though. So are you!?" "I'm bi. Their is a clear difference." "Bitch your still partly gay." "Shut up." "Also throw a fucking shirt on" "Oh piss off."

Orange_: anyone gonna clip this???

im_notbean: way ahead of you orange

Orange_: YIPPEE

Y/N looked at Luke who had thrown himself into the bed behind him and rolled the chair bsck towards him. He poked his cheek before he spun around and pulled the chair back to the desk before pressing the button to turn on the camera. Y/N blinked to adjust the brighness of the screen, he looked at chat reel quick and smiled as compliments flooded throughout the computer. He had challenged chat to see if they could guess who he was or what sport he played.

"Thank you Cristi for the 5 gifted and no, I don't play American Football...Baseball, no I used to play that." "Why can't I say anything thoughhhh." "Because you'll give away the answer :(" "Fine." "Thanl you Aprilz for the teir one...I don't play lacrosse either. Do you guys want a hint?"

im_notbean: PLEASEEEE

Orange: were beging here :((((

i-love-karens: 😭😭😭

Y/N laughed before giving a hint. "11 players and the feild is just a bit wider than an American football feild. I gave y'all some obvious ones here."

im_notbean: Soccer??

Orange_: soccer. were so dumb-

bee.boi: i feel stupid-

anons.379: bro...

"Luke is your chat saying their dumb normal-" "Sometimes but yeah, wait let me see."

Punz pulled himself from the bed and walked over to the chair and looked at chat, Punz snickered before looking bsck at his boyfriend and smiling. Y/N booped his nose, Punz looked at you confusion as he giggled. He booped his nose again.

"Boop!" "What are you doing??" "I'm booping you" "Huh..?" "You don't know what booping is?" "No, but the face when you do boop me is cute." "E-eh...that's kinda gay." "Uh- Bitch." "Whore." "Slut." "Fucktoy." "I am not a fucktoy." "You were last night." "I-Uh- Your gonna get me band on Twitch-" "Suffer." "Shut up." "Make me."

i-lovekat: wtf did i just join-

im_notbean: half of us dont even know either-

i-lovekat: fair

"Woah Y/N that's a little gay." "Motherfucker I am gay...for you ♡" "Uh- UMM...CHAT DON'T CLIP THAT." "Chat don't listen to him. Clip it." "Nooooooooo" "Ba-Luke...If you don't want them to it's fine by me, I'm just teasing." "Hmph." "Great...Chat this is your fucking fault."

Orange_: OI WHAT DID WE DO >:[

im_notbean: YEAH >:/

"You cliped that and now I'm getting the silent treatment! That sucks for me and you guys." "You can make it up to me." "I can! How!!" "Kiss me." "...What." "You heard me. Kiss-"

Y/N pulled Punz down and kissed his cheek. You could see Y/N say something but the mic didn't pick it up. All chat knew was that these two idols and idiots were in love.

Sorry this is so short :(

But I wanted to get something out because I got grounded lmao so yeah-

#Spotify #punz #punz x reader #punz x y/n #dream smp punz #punz x male reader #punz x you #dream smp #dreamsmp x reader #im-notbean #im-notbean writes

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pesterloglog · 3 months

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Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Karkat Vantas

Meat, page 32

DAVE: yo

DAVE: love to chat but im kinda in the middle of something

ROXY: yo yourself but this is important

DAVE: uhhh

DAVE: more important than salvaging the global economy from potential disaster??

DAVE: sounds hugely unlikely

ROXY: idk about that

ROXY: in terms of scale and relativity and stuff maybe not

ROXY: its actually kinda hard to tell

ROXY: i guess in the grand scheme of things

ROXY: shes just takin a sort of nap

ROXY: but its one HELL of a nap bro

DAVE: a nap you say

DAVE: well this changes the fuck out of everything

ROXY: yea??

DAVE: nah

ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this

ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell him

DAVE: uh no

ROXY: he just said make sure she gets lotsa daylight

ROXY: that itll help with the “exorcism she needs”.....

ROXY: and also to say hi to calliope for some fuckin reason??

DAVE: thats weird

DAVE: since when does he give a fuck about them

ROXY: idk

ROXY: guess ill just open the damn curtains and let some light in here

ROXY: he usually knows stuff about weird things

DAVE: so whats wrong with her again

DAVE: like

DAVE: some sort of demonic nap

ROXY: ok i wouldnt say shes NAPPING per se

ROXY: shes just like

ROXY: floatin here... upright

ROXY: eyes wide open

ROXY: and theyre both pitch black

DAVE: oh so she saw one of my latest sbahj campaign ads

ROXY: lol

ROXY: no dude

ROXY: like what im sayin is

ROXY: she looks a lil possessed

ROXY: by uh

ROXY: grim spirits n shit

DAVE: is she fucking grimbark again

ROXY: no!

ROXY: this isnt grimbark

ROXY: i KNOW what grimbark is dave this aint it

ROXY: it seems more serious tbh??

ROXY: like existing in some transformative state that isnt a literal fuckin joke

DAVE: ok yeah this does sound pretty bad

DAVE: but its not really my field

DAVE: did you try calling rose

ROXY: yea that was totes my original plan

ROXY: like no offense ur not #1 on my speed dial when it comes to this kinda thing

ROXY: but rose isnt picking up

ROXY: probly on account of ailments to be fair

ROXY: i called an unruly number of times

ROXY: and kan wasnt picking up either so...

DAVE: huh

DAVE: spooky

ROXY: hella spooky

ROXY: somethin about all this seems wrong

DAVE: yeah i guess

DAVE: what do you think is up

ROXY: idk

ROXY: i feel like theres something movin just out the corner of my vision but every time i turn to look at it

ROXY: its gone

ROXY: its givin me chills rn like im being watched

DAVE: well im no fucking ace detective

DAVE: or some gumshoe flatfoot dicking up the place suckin hard on my sherlock pipe like some sleuth of the fucking year

ROXY: dave

DAVE: but maybe we should consider the possibility that you are literally being watched

ROXY: ..............

DAVE: anyway can we hold that wise and rad thought i just had

DAVE: i gotta give karkat some emotional support

DAVE: since gettin jake on our side was a pretty huge fucking bonanza for us

DAVE: which has almost equal probability of winning us the election as it does blowing up in our faces depending on this speech he gives

DAVE: so we gotta like

DAVE: concentrate here?????

DAVE: instead of jerking each other off all god damned day for the rest of our lives

DAVE: (im just joking we dont actually do that)

ROXY: oh

ROXY: jakes on ur side then?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: wasnt that hard to convince him after your girl j crock started slut shaming him on public access

ROXY: god dammit jane

DAVE: so i take it jade didnt convert you to our cause before going into her gothic trance fugue or whatever

ROXY: siiigh

ROXY: i just want this whole stupid political thing over n done with tbh

ROXY: i hate watchin u guys tear each other apart in the news

DAVE: yeah sorry about that

DAVE: sorry its making you feel bad i mean

DAVE: not sorry that were doin it

DAVE: itd be an unconscionably lame move to put something on a billboard that i didnt 100% stand by

DAVE: but that sounds suspiciously like something jane would do

DAVE: aka the bad guy in this situation

DAVE: like objectively speaking

ROXY: ugh pls dont start

DAVE: just sayin

ROXY: idgAF!!!

DAVE: also

DAVE: aside from how vehemently i disagree with every detail in janes shitty platform

DAVE: i also think

DAVE: karkats the right guy for the job

DAVE: full stop

ROXY: you rly believe in him dont u

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: of course i do

DAVE: because i...

ROXY: hey before you jet can i ask you another question

ROXY: theres somethin else ive been meanin to ask u about for a while

DAVE: uh alright shoot

ROXY: yea soooo

ROXY: dave how did you come out

DAVE: ...

DAVE: what?

ROXY: like as not being straight

ROXY: howd you couch that to ppl w/o them freakin out or being awkward around u

ROXY: do u think its ever too late to

ROXY: idk

ROXY: change ur mind?

ROXY: about the person you wanna be??

ROXY: like is there a some point of no return you can cross where everyone is waitin for u to have a big ass revelation about your internal character

ROXY: but its like “dude no u already used up all ur gay capital when u started datefriend cohabitating w a cute as hell skeleton alien”

ROXY: and anything after that ur just gettin greedy

ROXY: is greedy even the right word

ROXY: greedy for droppin bombshells

ROXY: bout gender identities and sexual preferences

ROXY: or ids n preffies as i like to call em ;)

DAVE: ids n preffies

DAVE: damn

DAVE: thats fucking good

DAVE: anyway uh

DAVE: thats a pretty deep question considering all the shit we have going on right now

ROXY: yeah ur right

ROXY: now is probs not the best time for a feels jam

ROXY: especially with the creepy jade situation happening on my couch here

DAVE: i dunno if id worry too much about that

DAVE: jade goes into trances literally all the time

DAVE: she fucking loves sleeping

DAVE: youd think someone who spent so much of her life locked in a state of dubiously consensual slumber would wanna get as few zees as possible in her adult life but not jade

DAVE: ive never known anyone who hits the snooze button more times in a row than her

DAVE: if youre that worried take her to a hospital

ROXY: im thinkin about it!!

ROXY: not even sure if i wanna like

ROXY: mess with her tho?

ROXY: how would i even take her there...

DAVE: ok well while you ponder whether you wanna dump jade in a wheelbarrow and trundle her groggy spooked-up ass to the hospital

DAVE: in the meantime ill rap at you about my epiphany concerning the desire to bone some dudes

DAVE: probably not a literal rap though

ROXY: wow im disappointed

DAVE: i mean i could TOTALLY rap about wanting to bone dudes if i wanted?

DAVE: im just on the fuckin clock here and theres lots of people lookin at me

ROXY: :(

DAVE: ok so

DAVE: what ive learned is

DAVE: coming to terms with all this bullshit is a thing you sort of do in stages

DAVE: like stage one is you making jokes about how sweaty dudes standing close together in tv shows seems really gay

DAVE: stage two is making jokes about that and not immediately adding no homo afterward

DAVE: stage three is flirting with all your male friends ironically and not even thinking about adding no homo afterward because youre so fuckin woke and secure in your ironclad straight masculinity that you dont have anything to prove to anybody anymore

DAVE: or thats just what you say out loud

DAVE: inside you start being like

DAVE: oh shit

DAVE: maybe yes homo

DAVE: stage four is freaking out about that and putting the no homo back on all your statements even objectively heterosexual ones which just stupidly makes everything you say sound extra gay

DAVE: stage five is

DAVE: actually wait the next few stages are various permutations of the same thing that i already described

DAVE: it starts being like a gay fractal

DAVE: anyway eventually you arrive at like stage nine

DAVE: which is reminding everyone who will listen that youre gay minimum six times a day

DAVE: in really lame ways like

DAVE: oh cool dude are you making hot pockets

DAVE: better make mine a gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause im a gay homosexual who only consumes homo ass snacks delivered right to my mouth by a big queer butler

DAVE: servin it right up on his huge gay dick

DAVE: but that all only applies to the extent which i am technically gay

DAVE: which in my case is only about maybe 30% to 70%

DAVE: so only cook 30% to 70% of my gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause you know straights are fucking animals who never defrost their pepperoni

DAVE: and i gotta rep for that like 50% straightness still lurking inside me like the idiot who fell asleep in the shopping mall when it was closing for the night

DAVE: so now theres just this straight dude locked in a dark fucking mall for some stupid reason haunting the place like a cryptid and rummaging through the trash in the food court

DAVE: also just in case janes opposition research is listening in on their illegal wiretap i know the word bisexual exists btw im just choosing not to use it in service of spitting some fuckin chuckle jokes here so lets all calm down and not let this one become a distressingly literal federal issue

DAVE: anyway when all is said and done

DAVE: you eat a half cooked hot pocket because all your roommates think the height of humor is taking what was obviously an improvisational riff at unironic face value to punk you

ROXY: dave...

DAVE: what

ROXY: nm

ROXY: i was gonna ask you why ur like this

ROXY: then i remembered about how ur half me and half dirk

DAVE: yeah it really is crazy how those dope late game familial reveals actually did explain everything

ROXY: so whats stage ten

DAVE: stage ten is uhhhhhhhh

DIRK: The Prince opens his fucking mouth, and just literally starts SAYING SHIT, out loud, because he doesn’t think he can take another fucking second listening to a pompous alien virgin monologuing about gender.

DIRK: No consequence, my ass. You may be able to suppress what I do with my mind, but you have no control over my mouth. I’m nobody’s fucking puppet.

DIRK: And you don’t even know my friends. They’re not yours to toy with.

DIRK: They’re mine.

DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?

DIRK: Do you have the slightest idea what I’m up to

DIRK: Yeah, well. Try and stop me then.

DIRK: I fucking dare you.

DIRK: Here I go. I’m walking up the tower stairs now.

DIRK: Walk, walk, walk. Ah, the exercise feels good.

DIRK: Argh. Wow, yeah.

DIRK: You’re right. My feet are definitely getting heavy.

DIRK: But the Dead Cherub tragically underestimates the Prince’s determination. He powers the fuck through it. See?

DIRK: Stomp, stomp, stomp. Up the stairs he goes. No fucking sweat.

DIRK: Oh also, did he mention? He can fucking fly, so there’s that.

DIRK: He decides to take flight and cut to the chase. He whips up the hollow vertical shaft at the center of the spiraling tower stairs. Life in the fast lane kicks ass, it turns out.

DIRK: He can practically taste the top of the tower.

DIRK: The Prince busts out his sword and makes short work of that big old bell.

DIRK: The slicing is accompanied by the ear-shattering melodic sounds of metal being cleaved apart by an anime sword, as the Prince nimbly avoids the sharp pieces and ricocheting stair debris.

DIRK: He wonders out loud, “what is this, amateur hour”?

DIRK: The Dead Cherub then humorlessly narrates, “why, yes. yes mr. strider, it IS amateur hour. and i’m the amateur here, for throwing a huge bell at you. i would like to humbly apologize for my amateurism.”

DIRK: Sure you do.

DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are kind of like an onion

DAVE: theres lots of layers

DAVE: they suck on pizza

DAVE: and trolls have to get their stomach pumped if they eat them

DAVE: this goes for gender stuff too btw

DAVE: which i kinda get the feeling is what you were actually asking about

ROXY: wow am i rly that transparent?

DAVE: nah but as previously discussed youre a lot like me

DAVE: so it was pretty easy to figure out what you were getting at

ROXY: yea

ROXY: i dont got ur poker face tho

ROXY: but im workin on that!

ROXY: maybe ill get a sick pair of shades too

DAVE: oh DOPE

DAVE: yeah thats dope i support that idea

DIRK: I’m on top of the tower now. I’ve got my long sniper rifle ready and everything.

DIRK: I check to see if it’s loaded. It is. I get in the PERFECT spot for taking aim at this hunky imbecile who’s about to give a speech.

DAVE: anyway i dont think any of our friends are gonna hold your feet to the flames over dumb shit like this

DAVE: and its not like anyone else is gonna care since we definitely forgot to program hating gays and women into earth c

DAVE: humans are all jacked up on hating xenophiles now

DAVE: which sucks a lot too dont get me wrong

DAVE: btw did you know janes a xenophobe

ROXY: dave!!!

DAVE: ok ok

DAVE: so does all this mean i gotta call you dad now or what

ROXY: wat

DAVE: i mean thats what were talkin about right

ROXY: well first of all

ROXY: do u still even make a habit of callin me mom??

ROXY: i thought u kinda stopped that

ROXY: even if it was effin cute

DAVE: oh yeah i guess i did

DAVE: but i could start again

DAVE: but not if it means id have to go to fucking gender jail or something

DAVE: like what i mean is i could start that cute shit again but switch to dad

ROXY: ok but SECOND of all

ROXY: i would never want to deprive dirk of that noble honorific

DAVE: what

DAVE: ugh no way

ROXY: hahaha yeah way hes ya daddy dude!

DAVE: aw fuck noooo

DAVE: wow man

DAVE: i would never call him that

DAVE: i mean i know its true but i just wouldnt...

DAVE: wait

ROXY: what

DAVE: something feels

DAVE: wrong

ROXY: ???

DAVE: like some shits about to go down

DAVE: and i gotta...

DAVE: karkat! dude!!!

DAVE: GET DOWN!

KARKAT: WHAT?????

DIRK: You’re absolutely right.

DIRK: I would never do that.

DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt the stakes were. I’d never hurt him either.

DIRK: You do understand me pretty well, I’ll give you that. And you’re right about many things.

DIRK: But there are just a couple things you’re wrong about.

DIRK: Pretty important things, actually.

DIRK: First of all, this gun is loaded.

DIRK: But not with bullets.

DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.

DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware of.

DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for Jake at all.

ROXY: hellooooooo

ROXY: dave??

ROXY: whered ya go

DIRK: No, that’s not what he does.

DIRK: He swings the rifle around one hundred eighty degrees, and points the scope toward the large, now-curtainless window of a distant apartment.

DIRK: He zooms in quickly, cutting even shorter the little time that the Dead Cherub could use to impede him in some way.

DIRK: He takes aim, lets his finger hover over the trigger, and...

DIRK: Ow!

DIRK: Yeah, you got me. Can’t move it an inch.

DIRK: The only problem is, he doesn’t need to pull that trigger.

DIRK: Earlier, when he was messing around with all this shit in plain view, he rigged the rifle to be voice-operated.

DIRK: All he needs to do is say...

DIRK: FIRE.

DIRK: I see. So you’re not going to say what happens next?

DIRK: Is that really how it’s gonna be?

DIRK: So be it.

DIRK: The tranquilizer dart hits the glass of Roxy’s apartment window before the sound from the rifle’s shot even reaches them.

DIRK: She hears the glass break. Seconds later, she hears the bang. She drops her phone on the floor.

DIRK: She doesn’t have the slightest idea what just happened until she looks over at Jade and notices the dart stuck in her neck, right in the jugular vein.

DIRK: She watches as Jade’s huge, creepy black eyes start getting heavy. Her eyelids sag, and her head tilts to the side.

DIRK: She shuts her eyes completely. Her hair stops floating around her ominously. In fact, there’s nothing ominous about her at all anymore. She entirely resumes her status as the cute doggy girl we all know and love.

DIRK: She slumps over and collapses onto the couch. She begins snoring loudly while making a little canine whimper on each exhale.

DIRK: Like the bitch she is.

DIRK: Oh, what’s that? You’re getting a little quiet for some reason.

DIRK: You’re going to have to speak up.

DIRK: Aaand, nope.

DIRK: You’re getting quieter, not louder. You’re gonna need to work on that.

DIRK: Maybe try shouting it?

DIRK: Yeah, I didn’t catch that at all.

DIRK: Not even one syllable.

DIRK: Guess that’s it for you? Back to not mattering.

DIRK: Not that you ever did.

DIRK: Come to think of it, why am I still talking out loud?

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #dave strider #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #karkat vantas #meat epilogue #page 32

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Hi, not sure if you're taking asks but... you always draw 2p ItaGer with knife and blood kink.. Im in the ace spectrum and too afraid to google that, could you please explain how that works and what are the limits (and how it works in your ship too) if its not too much to ask? • ... • please

HELLOOO YES IM TAKING ASKS I JUST TAKE FOREVER TO RESPOND BC I ALWAYS GET STRESSED OUT (im like a neurotic dog) 😍

anyways so first of all buddy were in the same boat. like i dont use the asexual lables bc lables are annoying but by TECHNICAL definition im like somewhere on that asexual spectrum or whatever. robooty dont like sex without true love he aint about that gay shit. #missionary as god intended and vanilla for LYFE! but yeah like tbh i dunno about kink shit like to me its just whatever works for the couple lol like.... COMMON SENSE. YOU FEEL ME? idk i think the limits are making nobody gets seriously injured 🤨

but thats for real life now for my 2p! itager i have some news for you too so uh... you know how i say lutz likes it? actually. (tw honesty) (tw truth) (tw no lies) (tw deadass) (tw for real) (tw on god) (tw no cap) lutz...... doesn't. Like it O_O

ITS NOT KINK LOL ITS TORTURE ERM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well i mean later lutz DOES kinda like it but not because he enjoys pain at all more because he knows its lucianos form of affection and he loveeess the affection so hes like yeah i like that. (just like how robooty likes sex fr fr the act is aids but the thought and meaning is sooooo swag 😍) but dont worry luciano would never seriously harm lutz til hed have permanent injury past scars like in lucianolutz robootyboraLMV universe hes kinda a tsun tsun but a... really ignorant and emotionally constipated and dangerous and harmful tsun tsun (my favorite flavor. imagine romano but actually dangerous and cruel instead of stupid). BUT YEAH LOL SORRY IF THIS DIDNT ANSWER UR QUESTION WELL BUT THEIR LIMITS ARE DO NOT CAUSE PERMANENT INJURY ON LUTZ PAST SCARS BUT ANYTHING ELSE IS FAIR GAME

#sorry for writing a literal 4 paragraph essay for this #but this ask has become a inside joke with my friend group actually bc its so funny #ME WHEN I BE LIKE ERM.... ACTUALLY... LUTZ DOESNT LIKE IT *looks around**#contrary to popular belief lutz DOESNT like it #and also the fact im asexual too dude im in the same sinking ship as you IDK HOW TO SAIL TO SEA RODF #thank you anon i really liked this ask it was really funny #ask

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panzershrike-pretz · 2 months

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Graves - pt 2

Pt 1

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I decided to keep writing this because I like my babies a lot :3

My taglist: @onehelluvamarine @xxluckystrike @1waveshortofashipwreck

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“She wants to see me?” Miss Pigeon's voice sounded alarmed as she stepped back, taking a moment to make sure Enoch's bandages were good enough. Her expression was unrecognizable, suspicious. “Peacock wants to see me and sends children to find me? Hm. She's as cowardly as the day I last saw her.”

“We are no children!” Enoch huffed, staring at her. Pigeon seemed unphased by his response. “I am… at least 120. And fuckaroo here is, like, 104.”

“I don't see your point” she turned away, making her way to the wooden stove to put more wood on the fire - anything was good enough to distract her mind. “You two can spend the night here, if you'd like, but I'm not going back with you.”

“I'm fucking sorry?” Enoch asked, a bit too loud, because he immediately groaned in pain. “Why the fuck not?”

Pigeon's ears dropped and she glanced at him over her shoulder, serious.

“I told you not to curse, young man.”

“Miss Pigeon, we kind of… can't turn back bare handed…?” Seamus intervened. “with all due respect, ma'am, we didn't fight the Hollow for nothing.”

“Well, then tell Peacock I died to that thing and you found me all mangled, I don't care.” She put a kettle on the stove, leaning against the counter to not look at them. Her eyes were fixated on the window, distant. “I am pretty sure you guys are able to lie.”

“She'll know you’re alive, ma'am.”

“Yeah, isn't her assistant a lie-detector peculiar?” Enoch barged in again. “She'll punish us for your lie and then drag your ass to her place so she can talk about whatever-the-fuck she wants to talk with you.”

“I'll be gone by the time she gets here.”

“For the things I heard about you, I wouldn't think ol’ war hero Aurora would be such a stuck up brat.”

Pigeon's fur spiked along her arms and neck; she turned around, facing Enoch with pure anger.

“It's Miss Pigeon for you, Mr. O'Connor. You treat me respectfully, or both of you are out of my loop.”

“Well, boo-hoo! I aint scared of ya, oldie.”

“Enoch, shut up!” Seamus yelled, getting between both of them. “Can you stop? This is no way to solve a problem!”

“She started it…” Enoch rolled his eyes, then started to fiddle with his tail.

Pigeon recomposed herself, turning her back at them as she waited for the water to boil. When it did, she resorted to quietly pouring it into a bowl full of herbs and leaves.

“I can't go back to Peacock.” She simply put, using some kind of big crystal to mush the leaves. “She's not someone trustworthy, anyway.”

Sam sat down near her, curious. It was not his job to hear whatever she had to say, but curiosity got the best of him. He waited, in complete silence, the only audible sound being of the paste the woman was making for their injuries.

Pigeon seemed angrier with every second - to the point where Sam feared she'd break the bowl with the force she was using. It was fair, though, because she really seemed ready to punch a hole in a wall.

“That lying betrayal-driven daughter of Sindresh!” She let out, stopping her work suddenly. “She has the guts to do what she did to me and then send you to try and get me back? Fix HER errors? It's been 79 years and she hasn't had the courage to show her stupid face around?”

“What… what happened between you two…?” Sam couldn't help himself - he almost felt guilty for asking, but words couldn't be taken back.

“Nothing you should know.” Pigeon went to wash her hands before taking the bowl and turning to him, to apply her solution to his scratches and cuts.

She made quick work of it - it needed to be applied using one of her feathers and, even if it tickled and burned at first, the pain relief was almost immediate as well. After finishing up with Seamus, bandaging him up, she handed the bowl to Enoch.

“Now drink it.”

“A-what now?” He looked at the weird stuff on the bowl, disgusted. It had a kind of slush texture but somehow worse, with feather-bits between the green. “I ain't drinkin’ it. Its… ew.”

“It's a potion for any injuries and it includes internal bleeding if you happen to have one. It'll also help your ribs heal. If anything, will at least kill bacteria from the Hollow's saliva and blood.”

He stared at her, then at Seamus.

“Why doesn't he have to drink it, then? He swallowed the saliva!”

“I like him better.” That said, Pigeon made her way out of the kitchen, leaving both of them behind.

“Cheer up, Enoch.” Sam smiled, entertained. “How bad can it be?”

“It smells like crap! And looks disgusting! I'd rather get stabbed than drink this-”

“Well, it surely doesn't smell as bad as you do. Just hold your breath and be done with it. Its just… soup. If soup was weird…”

Enoch's lip trembled as he went for the drink. The taste was horrible - and he made sure to let it be very clear by dropping the bowl on the ground and running to drink water. His mouth burned and he couldn't stop coughing, eyes tearing up as he tried to stop the taste.

In retrospect, it didn't make a lot of sense for him to drink it instead of only having it applied to his injuries - but it was clear as day Pigeon only told him to do that because she didn't like him. It would have the same effect if he drank or not, so she decided to have him do the worse option.

“HAH! YOUR FACE!” Sam threw his head back, unable to contain the laugh while watching Enoch scramble around for anything to alleviate his mouth. He looked like he was ready to throw it all up.

Seamus shook his head after a moment of seeing his friend fight the taste, then got up to leave him alone. “I'll make sure to tell everyone back on Blithe your reaction to Pigeon's medicine.”

“Fuck… you…”

Sam kept giggling to himself as he made his way through the house. It wasn't big and didn't seem really lived in. Felt empty, even with so much stuff all around - it was like Aurora kept it just for shows and nothing more. Even with candles here and there, it was dark as night when he stumbled upon a painting on the wall.

It was a young, smiling Miss Pigeon, back when she presumably still had 4 paws and her hair wasn't silvery. She seemed proud with what he assumed was the Ymbryne Academy's uniform and Miss Therese Aracari's hand on her shoulder.

Looking closely at the painting, in one of the lower corners, he was able to find the year in which Pigeon graduated: 1745. Fuck, she really was old.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened, in all of Pigeon's years, to make her the way she was now: an old, seemingly sweet at first, but grumpy and paranoic lady? Sam shook his head and kept going, stoping in front of Pigeon's room.

She sat on the bed, staring out the window, silently thinking.

“Miss P, may I ask you about the painting on the wall?” His voice was low, respectful, but even then it kind of scared her, ripping the woman from her own mind.

“Yes. Yes, what is it?”

“How old were you at the time?”

“Barely 25, I think. It was very long ago.”

“Aracari was your mentor?”

“Yes. I haven't seen her in years. Is she still alive?” Pigeon turned her head to face him, making an invitation for him to enter and sit beside her, on the flowery green mattress. The question was genuine, it showed she still cared for the woman responsible for teaching her all she knows.

Sam did as she asked. “Yeah, she is. She still looks the same, also. It's weird knowing she was your mentor… how old is she, now?”

“Huh, probably around her… 400’s. She has a way of keeping out of trouble and alive. Nothing gets her, you see, not even Regulus and his… minions.” Pigeon's eyes became cloudy once more, she frowned at the mere mention of them.

“Enoch said… he said that Hollow you killed back there was Pansy's one. You know her, right? She sent it to kill you.”

“Then that disgraceful brat is out of prison? Huh, I should've thought she'd get out and come for me. That's what you get for sparing a life.”

“You did?”

“I am old, Mr. Finnegan, but I'm not any weak lady.” Her smile appeared again, proud. “It was one of the last times I left this Loop, though. It's a wonder she escaped and even found me. I didn't know Hollows could enter loops, they evolved.”

“Yeah, they became worse. You know… maybe Miss Peacock wants your help to catch Pansy again? You were the only one able to catch her the first time.”

“Back then it was different. I found her in France, around the 1940's, working for Regulus.”

“The 40's? I was there at the time.” Sam said, looking curious. “Only 1944, though. And she?”

“I'm… i'm sure it was around the same time.” Pigeon looked at him, kind of lost in thought. The day she captured Pansy, she was trying to flee Normandy with a bunch of kidnapped peculiars. Aurora might not have been able to save those children - or at least most of them -, but some did still run away from the chaos that was the fight.

For a moment, Aurora wondered if Sam could've been one of Pansy's victims if he was there at the wrong time. She could tell from his face that he never even saw Pansy, but Pigeon still couldn't help but feel bad at the memory of the kids killed by Pansy and her team's Hollows. None of them deserved to be caught in the crossfire.

“She was very important to Regulus and was taken alongside three other men. One of them died on the way to prison, and I believe another died after some years locked up…” Pigeon averted her gaze once more, trying to remember. “They usually worked as spies to Reg. Pansy was particularly good at it, we spent years trying to locate her. They'd drive those massive trucks around with peculiars locked on the back with Hollows. If anything happened, they'd let the monsters… do their job.” The woman's voice dropped as she heard a wing flutter and a coo, being taken from her memories back to the moment by a bird. Suddenly, she was up. “SPY!”

She sprung into action, grabbing a dagger from under the pillow beside her as a small pigeon entered through the window. She made quick work of it, using her own wings to hit it with enough force for the bird to fall on the ground, trying to flee - for her to grab it, nearly stabbing the creature when Sam stepped in.

“NO, MISS PIGEON, IT'S A MESSENGER!” He grabbed her arm, so the woman couldn't put the dagger in the bird's heart. It cooed in fright trying to free itself from her grasp. “It's okay, let it go!”

She still growled, but ultimately let the bird scurry away, trembling and all puffed up. It had a message tied to one of its feet and Seamus was quick to go and try calming the creature down.

He let the bird in his hands, carefully taking the letter out of its leg. Miss Pigeon, still in her altered state, was fast to grab the letter herself and open it, suspicion taking over her - now she didn't know if she could actually trust Seamus and Enoch.

After carefully reading and rereading it, though, she stared at the man. “Who is Pangea??”

“She's my friend! What happened?” A feeling of urgency took over him and he tried to take back the letter, but Pigeon stepped back in time to keep it.

“You'll answer me first, young man!” And now, she was pointing the dagger at him. “Who's Dean?”

Seamus felt his heart starting to race. “My boyfriend! For the Gods, Pigeon, what does this letter say??”

“B- boyfriend?” she looked at him, confused, then back at the letter. “Men can… what?”

“Things are a bit different in modern days, Miss P, now can I have it?”

She took a moment to think, then handed him the letter. Sam said a ‘thank you’ between his teeth before letting the bird rest on his shoulder to read it.

“What is it?” Enoch asked, appearing at the door.

“Fuckin’ all. Pangea had a vision and now they think we're dead or something. She saw us being attacked. Dean is panicking and Miss Peacock wants to send a rescue team to find us-” he looked over at Miss Pigeon, trying to understand why the fuck she was so defensive of the letter - and scared, honestly.

“Well, now that's fun.” Enoch crossed his arms. “Anything ‘bout dad ‘n Olive?”

“No, I'm not sure if they know yet. Rodion would've already be here if he knew anything happened to you, that's for sure.”

“Then I believe it's time you two go back to where you came from and leaave me alone.” Pigeon put the dagger back under her pillow, facing away from them. “I'm not required to care for you anymore. I killed the Hollow and gave you medicine, you know the way out. Shouldn't let your family waiting.”

“Pigeon, you need to come as well” Sam tried again, but she wasn't interested.

“No, I don't. You two better hit the road, ‘cause if my loop is invaded by your friends, I have every right to protect myself.”

Seamus knew what this meant and his mind went back to the gun she used to kill the Hollow. She wasn't kidding, clearly.

“Alright. We're leaving. C'mon, Enoch, we have better stuff to do.”

“You serious? I got my ribs broken for nothing?”

“It seems so, yes. Well… it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss P. I hope you change your mind.”

Seamus shoved the letter on his jacket's pocket as he got it back from where it was left, before grabbing Enoch by the arm. They both left the house as quickly as possible, going down the steps back to the ruined village, now free of the fog from earlier.

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Seamus took a breath as he stepped out of the room, helping Enoch find his footing. Their heads aching from the shift in pressure of the Pandeloop's portal - going from 1765 to 1886 was sure a big jump to make in time and doing so two times in a day had its consequences.

Both of them breathed in the stale air of the Devil's Acre, their eyes adjusting to the pale yellowish light of the place. They looked around - obviously, it was exactly the way they left it, but they felt like checking just to be sure they were not still in Pigeon's Loop. The bird, sitting upon Sam's shoulder let out a coo before flying off through the window - it needed as much rest as them, after the scare of the day.

Seamus took some steps further, the wooden floor creaking under his weight and, just before he could reach the door, it flung open.

Dean almost hit Sam's face with the speed he barged in, hugging him so hard both almost fell on the ground. “Oh fucking Gods, you are fucking alive!”

“Well, I told you.” Horace crossed his arms, unimpressed by both men's return. He was promptly shoved aside by Peggy and Pangea, though, as they entered the room as well.

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” Pang said, grabbing Enoch by the arm to take a look at his injuries. “What the fuck happened? Are you still in one piece? Where's Miss Pigeon?”

“She decided not to come…” Seamus said, read resting above Dean's - who was close to tears, still not believing his own eyes. “But yes, we're alive. She gave us a potion of sorts for the injuries and all that…”

“Was it a Hollow?” Horace asked, curious, looking from afar. “Well, that would explain the smell of you lot. And the clothes are ripped apart, oh my, I told you, Sam, dear, those modern-ish things are not worth a penny.”

“Your fancy-wancy tuxedo would be worse, stupid”, Enoch smiled, taunting. “Ya shoulda seen that thing breaking a gun, tho, it was fucking scary as all hell!”

“Sure, sure. I don't care. I was just here in case those two decided to run after you.” Horace rolled his eyes at Enoch's words, slipping a finger through a dusty shelf to make it seem like he wasn't as anxious and scared as them. “We should still get you checked out, though, and I doubt Mademoiselle Doc Pangs here will be of much use.”

Pangea stared at him. Fortunately for Horace, her patience was high today so she didn't bother with any answers. “By all means, you can get him to a healer. Why not Miss Eleanor, down Hanged-Man Street?”

“Me? And step in that filthy place?”

“Everywhere here is filthy, Mr. James, we're in hell. Now pick the pace, she'll know to call any Bone-Builder if she feels like it.”

Horace wanted to stay and try shoving the responsibility upon anyone else - but he wouldn't be able, so he just accepted defeat and helped Enoch out of the room. They'd have to walk for a bit, so it was better to just go now that the boy's pain was still at bay because of Pigeon's potion.

Dean finally let Seamus go, after he came back to his senses and accepted his lover was alive and - mostly - well.

“We should get going…” he said, after a deep breath. “Miss Peacock shouldn't be left waiting.”

“Nah, she should.” Seamus shook his head, bending down to pat Peggy's body. “I want to go talk to Black Jack first. I have some questions for him.”

“Jack? Why?”

“Because the Hollow inside Pigeon's Loop was sent there by Pansy.” Seamus started making his way through the Pandeloop, followed closely by both his boyfriend and best friend. “He worked with them rather closely, I have to get whatever info he has on her and… and Pigeon, if he has anything to say ‘bout her.”

“Huh. Then things were more agitated inside the Loop than we thought.” Pangea, with hands behind her back, let her eyes fall down upon Peggy, who guided the trio happily through the maze that place was.

#pretz oc #🥨🪶

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nicklloydnow · 5 months

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“You've done this afore, said Tobin.

The kid wiped his nose with a swipe of his greasy sleeve and turned the piece in his lap. Not me, he said.

Well you've the knack. More so than me. There's little equity in the Lord's gifts.

The kid looked up at him and then bent to his work again.

That's so, said the expriest. Look around you. Study the judge.

I done studied him.

Mayhaps he aint to your liking, fair enough. But the man's a hand at anything. I've never seen him turn to a task but what he didnt prove clever at it.

The kid drove the greased thread through the leather and hauled it taut.

He speaks dutch, said the expriest.

Dutch?

Aye.

The kid looked at the expriest, he bent to his mending.

He does for I heard him do it. We cut a parcel of crazy pilgrims down off the Llano and the old man in the lead of them he spoke right up in dutch like we were all of us in dutchland and the judge give him right back. Glanton come near fallin off his horse. We none of us knew him to speak it. Asked where he'd learned it you know what he said?

What did he say?

Said off a dutchman.

The expriest spat. I couldnt of learned it off ten dutchmen. What about you?

The kid shook his head.

No, said Tobin. The gifts of the Almighty are weighed and parceled out in a scale peculiar to himself. It's no fair accountin and I dont doubt but what he'd be the first to admit it and you put the query to him boldface.

Who?

The Almighty, the Almighty. The expriest shook his head. He glanced across the fire toward the judge. That great hairless thing. You wouldnt think to look at him that he could outdance the devil himself now would ye? God the man is a dancer, you'll not take that away from him. And fiddle. He's the greatest fiddler I ever heard and that's an end on it. The greatest. He can cut a trail, shoot a rifle, ride a horse, track a deer. He's been all over the world. Him and the governor they sat up till breakfast and it was Paris this and London that in five languages, you'd have give something to of heard them. The governor's a learned man himself he is, but the judge. . .

The expriest shook his head. Oh it may be the Lord's way of showin how little store he sets by the learned. Whatever could it mean to one who knows all? He's an uncommon love for the common man and godly wisdom resides in the least of things so that it may well be that the voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such beings as lives in silence themselves.

He watched the kid.

For let it go how it will, he said, God speaks in the least of creatures.

The kid thought him to mean birds or things that crawl but the expriest, watching, his head slightly cocked, said: No man is give leave of that voice.

The kid spat into the fire and bent to his work.

I aint heard no voice, he said.

When it stops, said Tobin, you'll know you've heard it all your life.

Is that right?

Aye.

The kid turned the leather in his lap. The expriest watched him.

At night, said Tobin, when the horses are grazing and the company is asleep, who hears them grazing?

Dont nobody hear them if they're asleep.

Aye. And if they cease their grazing who is it that wakes?

Every man.

Aye, said the expriest. Every man.

The kid looked up. And the judge? Does the voice speak to him?

The judge, said Tobin. He didnt answer.”

- Cormac McCarthy, ‘Blood Meridian; or, The Evening Redness in the West’ (1985) [p. 111 - 113]

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we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || nine: no need for apologies

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: you apologise to compress, discuss your willingness to stab people and the reality of society, then have a conversation with dabi about being disabled.

content: angst and fluff

warnings: uhhh some depression regarding being disabled bc i was projecting,

word count: 1272

a/n: no gif this time but this matches his unamused expression so we're using it. also shamelessly promoting the art i did of my self-insert since they're who it was originally written for. please consider checking it out bc i'm super proud of the art and their design in general

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

taglist: @iincandescenttt

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“I’m… sorry about your arm, Compress.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, glancing at the metal prosthetic he now had.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear,” Compress dismissed your concern with a wave of his hand. “Dabi explained how your Quirk works after you left the room. I would’ve much rather had lost my arm and gotten the prosthetic than having you heal the wound and lose your arm. Also, Dabi probably would’ve killed me. Shigaraki too.”

“More like forcibly removed from the room,” you grumbled, “but… yeah, understandable. And yeah, probably.”

“Oh, I definitely would have.” Dabi walked into the room, stretching his arms over his head. “Any of you fuckers put them in that much distress again, it’s over.”

“Dabi, don’t threaten him, you asshole. It’s not his fault he lost his goddamn arm,” you snapped, scowling. “Don’t be a dick.” “Yeah Dabi, don’t be a dick!” Twice called from his spot on the floor.

“Oi, don’t call him a dick.” You turned your glare to Twice. “Only I can call him a dick.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair. That’s fair!”

“Life ain’t fair.” Dabi shrugged. “‘sides, Y/N wouldn’t hesitate to stab anyone who insults me, even jokingly. I doubt the League’s excluded.”

“Unless it’s Toga. I could never stab Toga. Probably not Shig either, he’d just decay my knife and Dabi got that for me.” You grinned, a little feral. “The rest of you are fair game, though.”

“Why wouldn’t you stab me? What if I wanted you to stab me?” Toga whined, pouting. “Don’t you stab the people you love?”

“You little psychopath, stabbing isn’t a love lang—” Before Dabi could finish his sentence, he noticed the glare you had directed at him and decided to shut up. (If looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot.)

“Please don’t stab anybody,” Kurogiri said carefully, polite as ever. “I would rather not have to clean unnecessary blood up.”

“Ain’t you a healer, anyways? You’re s’posed to be against violence or whatever.” Shigaraki walked into the room, hands in his hoodie pocket. “Anyways, I thought you didn’t like seeing the people you cared about hurt.”

“Stereotyping now, are we, boss?” You asked jokingly. “Nah, though—I know the whole “your Quirk affects your personality” thing exists, but that never applied to me. I’m fine with violence. Enjoy it, even.” You shrugged. “And a little stabbin’ never hurt anybody. I wouldn’t do too much damage, don’t worry! Nothing I couldn’t heal.”

“I can definitely confirm this. I’ve seen them fuck some people up for no reason whatsoever.” Dabi perched himself on the arm of the sofa, next to you.

“Okay, it was not for no reason whatsoever. Some guys were being assholes and insulting me and my cane and it was pissing me off. So I beat the shit out of them,” you huffed and crossed your arms. “And then Dabi set them on fire.”

“And I’d do it again.” Dabi smirked.

“I think it’s safe to say any of the League would do the same to someone insulting you, Y/N. We may be Villains, but I think we’re better than a lot of people. At least we aren’t discriminatory assholes.” Compress sounded annoyed.

“I appreciate the willingness to murder on my behalf,” you snorted, shaking your head. “And honestly? Yeah. At least we don’t judge people based on their gender, or what they look like, or whether they’re disabled or not. Can’t say that for most of society. Heroes included.”

“And we don’t judge people by their Quirks,” Spinner piped up. “You guys didn’t turn me away or look at me differently because of my heteromorphic Quirk. Most people wouldn’t even glance my way.”

“And they call us the bad guys,” Shigaraki hissed. “We’ll tear down this trash society and build a better one, where we live freely.”

You had retreated to your room shortly after that conversation, deciding to hang out in there for the rest of the evening. You were sitting on the bed with your eyes shut and your back against the pillows. Boo was curled up in a ball next to you and Nugget in your lap. You opened your eyes at the sound of Dabi’s footsteps approaching. “Hey, pretty boy.”

“I was wondering where you’d gone off to, doll. You left damn pretty quick.” He stopped by the foot of the bed.

“Checkin’ on me, pretty boy?” You asked teasingly. When you saw his unamused expression, you sighed, “I hate that you know me so well. It’s annoying.”

“Only annoying when you’re moping around, mouse,” Dabi countered, sitting down on the bed. “We both know I’m not very good at the whole feelings shit—”

“—more like the absolute worst—”

He ignored your interruption. “—but I’m pretty sure sitting in your room by yourself is doing fuck all to help.”

“Yeah yeah, Mister I-Know-Everything.” You frowned. “I just… I dunno, sometimes I get a little more frustrated about my disability than usual. I’m really not of much use to the League other than my healing ability. Sure I can fight, but I’m slower than the rest of you, more likely to get hurt or caught. It’s annoying, y’know? I don’t usually think about how I’m kinda… usel—”

“If you say useless, I will smack you.” Dabi sighed when you chuckled sheepishly. “You aren’t useless, doll. Y’think Dusty would’ve recruited you if he thought you were useless?”

“...probably not,” you groaned. “It’s really annoying when you make a point. You know that, right?”

“You hate when I’m right, you mean,” he drawled, leaning back next to you.

“Same thing, asshole.”

“Maybe you should stop being wrong all the time.” Dabi smirked.

“Maybe you should be quiet, pretty boy. I wanna be right more often,” you bit back without any real heat.

“Get good, I dunno what to tell you, mouse.”

“You are such an ass. Come into my room, disrespect me while sitting on my bed, I cannot believe this.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “What next, you getting along with Shigaraki?”

“Oh fuck that. No way in hell I’m getting along with him. Sometimes he’s more childish than Toga, no fuckin’ way,” Dabi grunted, shaking his head.

“You’re too hard on them sometimes, pretty boy. Remember, we’re all outcasts here—we might as well embrace it. Anyways, I see how you treat Toga when you think no one’s lookin’. I can see the big brother in you.” Your expression softened. “Despite her… tendencies… she’s a sweet kid. Makes sure to steal extra painkillers for me and stuff for Nug and Boo, spends time with the two of them when we’re busy…”

“Alright, alright. I get it.” Dabi flicked your forehead. “Not a word of that to anyone else, though, ya hear? Don’t need anybody thinkin’ I’ve gone soft, not to mention… y’know.”

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Not ‘til it’s time, I know. I still think it’s sweet, though. When you treat Toga like a little sister. It’s nice to see you let your guard down a little bit around someone other than me. You deserve to relax more than you do. I know joining the League was to work faster towards our dreams, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves when given the chance, yeah?”

He snorted, “Enjoy ourselves, huh, doll?”

“Why the hell not? We’re as free as we can be at the moment, no reason not to take advantage of that. Besides, a little bit of chaos every now and then is fun.”

“I guess I’ll let you be right every so often, mouse.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki toya x you #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x you #my writing #bnha fanfiction #navi: we cant fix each other #writing.txt

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