#god i love them both somuch

[time-woods]

yuri that nobody asked for and im not entirely sure theres a market for but im here to deliver anyways

#fionna and cake #adventure time #prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #this was purely self indulgent #god i love fempresenting people #and cosmic creatures #in my brain theyre both already gender queer in some fashion but they ar jus fem presenting here #gender fluid prismo and gender queer scarab FOR THE WIIIN #save me spectra . . saaave me #god i love them both somuch

[caracello]

rreplaying deadmoney and bwwggh. bwbwbb. god/dog ))+ 💜💜💜💜

#ILOVE THEMMMMM i love them. fav dlc companion besides ulysses #idk how um. idk what my feelings towards them are specifically btu they are somuch my friends #their endings all kind of suck like either one of them dies or u erm. cure their DID? #which is not how that works #inmy hheart falloutmos jsut becomes bestfriends with both of them and so dogs like yeay friend ^_^ and gods like #Hmh. i suppose we could work together. or soemthting #.txt #ofc the supermutants r my fav dlc compantions <so incredibly biased

[heartorbit]

!!! You saw my ask! I’m v glad you liked the question and since you asked for ppl to share their takes on the charas I’ll give mine:

Rui as the fox was what started it all for me. Like “great shows can’t be made alone” and the fox talking about all the wonderful things that would happen if he were to be tamed… Rui’s craving for connection just fit the fox so well.

The other three I mostly chose for like, scenes/dynamics I wanted to see with them. So Tsukasa and Emu are the little prince and the rose respectively bc of their back-and-forth of *wild statement* *exaggerated frustration* but ultimately Tsukasa does want to take care of her (thinking of him calling her “our stubborn little princess” in his Smile of a Dreamer card story). And like the prince’s arc from running away from the rose because he can’t keep up with her requests before he realizes he needs to go back to her and Tsukasa’s begrudging assistance in the main story to swearing to help Emu save the stage.

And Nene’s the aviator for largely the same reasons: her and Tsukasa’s bickering just makes me think Nene would absolutely get fed up with Tsukasa insulting her sheep and just draw him a box instead. And her role as the “normal” one in the group also lends to it (emphasis on the quotes). She calls everyone in the troupe crazy for accepting a robot while she’s the one piloting the robot. She’s grown up, let go of being childish, but she’s still listening intently to the little prince’s story.

But like your casting is so so good! The longer I think abt it the more I love it. Like little prince Emu’s asteroid hopping is so perfect; she’s meeting all these grownups who care only about sums and wealth and other pointless things and it’s all just very odd to her. And Rui drawing the boa constrictor is heartbreaking. He’s trying to convey something through his art that nobody around him can understand… And Emunene being the little prince and the fox. They’re absolutely this quote from the fox: “Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow.” And the slow, deliberate process it takes to tame a fox, and how long it took to get Nene to come out of her shell while Emu constantly reached out to her; they’re adorable. And Tsukasa will cry and throw up if he isn’t special ur so right. Tysm for responding to my ask!

OOOOOOOOH MYJTJ IT'S SO CUTE I CRIED FOREVER I LOVE THESE SOMUCH THANK YOU FOR SENDING YOUR DRAWINGS I T____T emu rose is the cutest ever ever ever. i love YOUR CASTING SO MUCH. here i throw this before i go under a readmore to scream

YOURS FIT SO DAMN WELL. SO WELL

THE STUBBORN LITTLE PRINCESS LINE KILLLLLS ME IT KILLS ME YOURE SO RIGHT OAKYT AUUUUUUUWUUWU i take 800 years to respond to this both because i absolutely had to draw again for your cast and also i look at your beautiful drawings and i scream and kick my feet and grip my phone so hard it breaks into a million pieces

i;m so normal Your drawings are so lovely they feel right from a storybook ooouh nene as the aviator is really getting me. with how nene had to look back at her child self to rediscover what was so important to her passion for singing and it fits so well. waugh. """normal""" one for sure. but her loyalty is really fitting of both the aviator and the fox.. her and rui really are alike in the most dastardly heart crushing ways

rui as the fox. AH. I SHALL CRY. brother does he ever run the risk of weeping.. and just the abject boredom of the fox in its loneliness fits rui really well. after their fight in the main story how they approach rui more and more.. but you will sit a little closer to me every day..

your emu rose is so cute i can't get over it but i love this casting so much. i love how you connected the princes responsibility to the rose with the main story and their promise to save the wonderstage. Oh my god their stubborn little princess. THEIR STUBBORN LITTLE PRINCESS

i acknowledged that i just have emu favoritism severely when i gave them a casting but when i thought of her as the prince beyond whimsy i was thinking a lot of the ending, how the prince doesn't want the aviator to see him look to be in suffering and when says he can't return home and his body is too heavy.. the wonderstage being emus home where she wants everyone to always smile but also the place she's convinced she can't leave .. something something im not good at this. but with tsukasa i think that works equally as well because of how he shunned and ran away from it at first but at the end the wonderstage is where his heart really was and how he lets go of his old self. auuugh.

and for tsukasa as the rose and how emu finds his shows so dazzling even though he sees himself as one of hundreds of thousands of actors that he's not yet on the level of. but to emu he IS one of a kind. also because it is for her that i have killed the caterpillars (except she grabbed a caterpillar and shoved it into his face that one time but) sniffle. SNIFFLE. because it is she that i have listened to when she grumbled or boasted...

ok your little prince tsukasa is starting to kill me i AHGBHH you're singlehandedly making me want and need to reread the little prince again but ooh my god. my star will be just be one of the stars for you and so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens (falls over) i shall look as if i were suffering i shall look a little as if i were dying do not come to see that (FALLS OVER)

#WAAA W💕💕💕💕💕EEWWUAUUWUA T__T🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 #How many times can i say the rose emu is fakeing cute AUEHAUHWUSHWUWHWUE WAAAAAAAH UE UE UE UE UEE #thank you cakercanart for my life #ask #cakercanart

[geffenrecords]

I see your posts about tim and dally and i think they're hilarious so I was wondering if you had any hcs for them?? they're so underrated it's criminal bc I'm honest to God obsessed w them 😭

whoevr the ffuck asked this thank you somuch I LOVE TIM AND DALLAS.....ARGHHH theyre so fucking interesting to me forever....okay in the book its stated that dallas and tim were always kind of buddies . pb specifically notes that even though dallas got angry and slashed tim's tires for no real reason and then tim retaliated by breaking his ribs that they were still friends. tim goes to see dallas in the hospital, which dallas claims he only does to rub the rumble in his face but i (choose to) believe it was like...more .

tim isnt really a character in the books very much tbh . he has 1 single appearance in the outsders and one in that was then this is now. most of what we hear about him is word of mouth, but when he is onscreen hes described as very cold and scary. ponyboy notes that tim reminds him of an alley cat, and tim praises pony and johnny for killing bob. he kind of just stalks around and talks to everyone a little bit and thats the most we see (besides him breaking his nose again LMAO). pony mentions him A LOT in this book. something thats kind of a '''fandom'''' thing that pisses me off is how people say that darry & soda wouldnt like pony hanging out with curly because he's a ''bad influence'' but this just..isnt true ? pony is always mentioning both the shepards and even says he actually is friends with curly and likes him. the cigarette burning in the hands incident (i think its so cute and funny that tim stopped them. like curly robbing a liquor store is something hes lowkey proud of but curly and pony burning holes in each others hands pisses him off?) and even mentions when he was with curly one time and how he broke something while jumping off a pole. its also noted that despite all the differences between the shepards and the curtis', theyll always help each other and they truly do have each others back. no one makes any comments about how they distrust tim or anythign. in That was then This is Now, tim also shows up once but is mentioned a lot. curly and angela have the most screen time obviously in this book, but i do LOVEE tim's appearance in this book. after mark shaves angelas head, he and curly go and beat up bryon and tim is described as a very frightening person. bryon says that curly is mostly just kind of dumb and violent but tim is genuinely a mean person, noting that curly threatens a lot of people but tim really does mean everything he says and that whatever he says he'll do to someone, he really will. i think this is great! but yeah. twttin also says that the shepards live with their mother and stepdad but i kind of like. ignore this. i think their dynamic is so much more interesting if they live by themselves. i think tim is particularly fascinating BECAUSE of angela and curly. like even tho tim is a terrrible violent person he still raises and takes care of his younger siblings. adds so much more..i think..

but as for him and dally....fuckkkkk dude. the way i view them is that tim is like, genuinely very in love with dallas. like he knows it everyone knows it. usually when i do stuff with them dallas is affectionate towards him in a mostly joking manner, but doesn't really seem aware of tims feelings. obviously i dont think tim or dallas ever really like..talk about their feelings but they have subtle ways of letting each other know. i think theyre most interesting when they hate and love each other. they get in a fistfight and curse each other out b4 going behind bucks and making out for a couple hours . that sort of thing. ponyboys words about them are that theyre "two of a kind" which is CRAZZZYYYYY . like i dont even know where to begin with that one . so anyways . to me, dallas is some little weird nyc freak whos had various on/off relationships, like with sylvia. they kind of cheat on each other and mostly just argue so thats how he views his relationship with tim, and he doesnt really stay with him. however tim does. tim doesnt really have any romantic experiences or anything ( i know that the outsiders says he got the scar on his face from 'a tramp hitting him with a bottle" and that this is most likely implied to say he was trying to get sex from her but i think of it as he got into an argument with some random prostitute. which is honestly kind of funnier. whys he beefing with this poor lady) so to him, dallas is very real and sort of his only thing he has going for him. he takes everything dallas does to and with him VERY personally. if dallas shows up at HIS doorstep after a fight instead of the curtis', tim basically takes this as dallas' version of saying he loves him, even if dallas only did it because his house was closer or whatever. however dallas also will tell him about things going on with sylvia and this pisses tim off so theylll beat each other up about it. and have like car sex after idk. since dallas grew up in the nyc streets and was LITERALLY JAILED AT 10(?) i think of him similar to neil mccormick from mysterious skin . most likely abused at a young age, has sex with a lot of random people to cope with it, "young and willing", that sort of thing. so to him, tim is his buddy hes close with in a really weird way, who cares if they have sex. except tim like really falls in love and dallas is kind of like oh . okay word. i dont know if dallas being in love with tim would really be like...realistic but hopefully it is . hehe. the worst people youve ever met are madly in love with each other...dallas cracks a bottle over tims head when he gets pissed off but they cuddle all night (after almost killing each other fighting it out). itd be like the first time either of them have ever like..experienced a relationship so theyre total weirdos but so sweet in a way ? tim would give dallas stitches after a fight and lay with him all night to make sure he doesnt have a concussion . dallas helps tim get home drunk even when tim tries to shove him away . that sort of thing. i also think curly interacting with dallas is SUCH a funny ass concept and i wish people did stuff with it more. im aware the shepards are boderline my ocs atp but i dont even care . dallas walks in and is like ummm wheres tim and curlys like why 🤨wtf do u want...and dallas just gets So angry. hes literally like beefing with this 14 year old for no fucking reason . dallas would lock curly in the bathroom and forget hes in there when pissed off enough but angela would bully dallas . and he cant really do anything actually harmful to them bc tim would beat his ass so hes just So pissed off.

idk . big fan of whatever se hinton mildly laid down in that book lol.

#random anon comes to me like what do u think of tim and dallas . my foaming at the mouth 1000 word reply #asks #outsiders #um..dude dm me anytime ...id love to talk about them im crazy for them...sigh . se hinton doesnt even know what she fucking HADDD what was #fucking THEREEEEE #dallas & tim being so violent and literally crazy ass ppl but domestic 2gether ? OUUUUUUUU #okay . im done

[noelashe]

I just know when im gonna get to the fucking part in siriconc with ym noelashe bot the horrors part the horrors the horrors part i'm just gonna fucking drop dead im litearlly gonna be sobbinf putting in the quotes also perce the reaosn i like noelashe is probably because they're so full of kindness for eachother that they have to reign in. Even reigning it in they literally cannot help being kind to eachother and caring about eachother even in the darkest of moments the only way they can hate eachother is when they both don't recognize eachother (Noel's route) which is why this scene is also so fascinating to me, it's literally the only time they hate eachother it's so fascinating every other time they either don't know eachother or when getting to know eachother are immediately their classic dynamic of, ashe strangely attached to noel's naivety, which in turn makes noel more attached to ashe. they constantly catch eachothers attention when they're given that chance. They're also both completely unavaliable to eachother, icould only mutter this yesterday but it definitely adds to it, the less is more effect, how their meeting really is fate, how it's short , it's like a flash and then it's gone, always, they're always like that a bright flash and then it's gone... they're both such kind and caring people that were fucked over by the system that generates people who are allowed to be cruel because of their status, or, who have been broken so thoroughly they can't do anything but be cruel, and they've both been warped by it, they both understand eachother, they're both more like eachother than anyone else and that's why they're so attached to eachother and noel realizes this in siriconc but it's still so fascinating when they don't...The time loop really really enrichens them as well. The countless outcomes they have, the countless kindnesses and vulnerability and unguardedness that show through the cracks... Oh my god guys i remembered the manlybadasshero I think there's some attraction between noel and ashe at least one sidedly from ashe It's so OBVIOSU ALSO GOD THE WAY TEY'RE BOTH CATALYSTS FOR EACHOTHER AND THE WAY THEY BOTH PARALLEL EAHCOHTER IN SO MANY DIFFRENT LAYERS AND THE NARRATIVE FOILS GUYS THERE'S LITERALLY SO SO FUCKING MUCH. THERE'S SOMUCH LOVE PUT INTO NOELASHE AS WELL, THEIR DYNAMIC. IT'S SO SPECIAL.

#wh spoilers #Noelashe rant Hello LOCK SDONT LOOK PLEASEEEEE or nico or anyone that hasnt COMPLETELY finished siriconc

[ohsayaka]

mantis could u perhaps… drop ur gender and sexuality hcs for the danganronpa girls? i love ur thoughts so much

This is such an old ask i think i made a whole Google document to answer this months ago but i cant find it so here we go. i think ill only post the thh ones

THH

sayaka: i dont even know at this point. she can be anything. i think she loves women. sapphic. lesbian or bi both such good headcanons for her i love it. i love seeing lesbian sayaka art. Also transgender. trans girl.. demigirl..... Some cool idol themed xenogender..you name it. she/star/etc etc you can get soo creative w this.. she would use some cutesy pronouns i think.. :-)

chihiro: trans bi girl she/her and also fun computer pronouns as you can imagine. web/glitch.. oh shes bunnygirl also. that's her gender too..

sakura: bi !!!!! femme too. she/her maybe some flower kind of pronouns too. she is also kind of a bunnygirl to me. i know this. in my heart..

aoi: ohh shes my whole world . Butch lesbian she/sun/they also nonbinary perhaps sungender her love is so radiant sun has the coolest pronouns i promise you

junko: he/him lesbian maybe he/she. his gender is so fucked up. just insane. Some of my friends hc junko as bi i think thats fuckig awesome too

toko: nonbinary lesbian :+) she/they.. lover of women..

syo: oh my god iv.e thought somuch about syo gender in the past.. i think hes transmasc lesbian in ways i could never fully communicate. he/ze/it/xe/ i dont even know. genders incomprehensible to us

celestia: i actually dont know. ive seen lesbian celestia trans celestia cishet celestia transhet celestia bi celestia aroace celestia ijve seen it all. i personally have no idea.

kyoko: Sooo bi!!!! xe/xem maybe they/them too? Nonbinary for sure..agender..agender transfem Kyoko.. i have friends who hc xem as aro too i think thats neat ^_^

mukuro: my goodness . Dont get me started.. he/they probably. transmasc. butch. bisexual. mukuro can be anything. i love their gender forever. i used to hc mukuro as lesbian (awesome by the way) but i think i see them as bi now.

#asks #mantis www #anonymous #pride

[the-furies]

CHaRaCTR BINGO 4 FIRST 3 CHaRaCTRS 2 POP IN UR HEaD (OR MORE OR LESS. UP 2 U) l l3>

HAIIII HI HI BESTIE HAI :3c

ok first is Pain Threshold:

again trying to keep to My thouhts on canon characters not oue sysmates but soemtimes. the System Bias™ is difficult to . ignore FHDJSKDKFFJ ESPECIALLY W PT! FJDJSKFJF

so like. I! Love Her. So Much. I care abt her somuch she's so niceys here and we'd be in hell without her around but also. I would run up behind her and slap her in the baxk of the head and run away I would beat the shit out of her I would kill her if givent je chance I would activate PvP SOOOO HARDDDD ON HER. but that's bc we're in the same group [Physique] so it's liek sibling violence hereGJDKDKFKGJG

CANON PT THOUGH IS SOOOOOOOO. SCREAMS!!!!!!! VIBRATES!!! GIRL THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUUUUU. <3. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK FOR EXAMPLE:

[also ft. composure whom is also not normal btw! 👍]

She's just sooooo. Idk. I care abt her both source & in-sys. she's Importance. I'm normal. I would not hesitate to kill her and she would not hesitate to kill me WE'RE BESTIES <3 FHDJSJFKFKFFK

SECOND UP IS CONCEPTUALIZATION:

ok so source Concept like. I do not enjoy him much. Like. Like. Xe gives off Pretentious Artist Vibes. aHfjFjdjdjsjwjd which I guess tracks!!!!! from its in-game description: "Conceptualization has a special role it wants you to play in this world – not the role of cop, but of Art Cop." THAT'S SO SILLY!!!!! ZE'S silley. Like I cannot take their ass seriously I'm sorryFJCKSKFKFJD

But besides that she's not A Major Asshole just. Ju.gh.ead levels of Weird Pretentiousness source-wise! BFNXNXCNGJ

system-wise tho it's like. Well I *have* to respect you or you'll erase me! [HYPERBOLE] FJJDFKDKDKF

also has one of our fave lines in the game:

like what fhe fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!! one of the dialogues ever tjanks!!

in conclusion I'm rotating hym in my brain thankyou 4 coming 2 my ted talk

AND FINALLY!!!! HALF LIGHT!!!:

IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS KID [LIE] POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!! HTAT'S MY ADDOPTED SIBLING WAOW!!!!!!

ok sO!!!! this fuckigm. THING. this goddamn CREATURE of a skill. ok. ok! ok!!!!!!!!!! sys bias is Extremely hard 2 ignore w it! because we saw it and were immediately like THAT THANG IS A WHOLEASS KID and thhe fandom barely agrees???!!!!!! UNDERSTANDABLE PEOPLE CAN HAVE DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS BUTEVERYONE IS WRONG ABY THIS ONE THIS TIME SORRY! [JOKE!!!!! DO NOT KILL ME] so that's my unpopular opinion there!

ok where do i Start. uhhhh. this kid. thIS KID!!!!!! OH MY GOD the embodiment of fight or flight and trauma responses. ok. OK!!!!! SOMEONE GIVE THIS LIL GUY LOVE AND ATTENTION STAT WHAT THE FUCK! EHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! it's incredibly violent and SCARED and waht the fuck who hurt youuu!!!!!!!!! oh my god dude!!!!!!

has done nothing wrong ever. "It actively encourages Harry to kill" ok and! maybe it's right. <3. have u ever thought of That. like. Half Light is Harry's inner child and Half Light most certainly deserves a gun!!!!!! LET THAT KID KILL thank u HFJFKDSKDKDJCJCJD

As much as I love and care for this bastard however I would not like to meet canon half light irl. Because. It would take one look at me and very very much attempt to actually kill me. and I would not like to die anytime soon! JFKCKCCKFKFKFK

and ik I crossed off "I like the fanon better for this one" but when we say that Assume we mean "I like whatever version of them exists in our system better than rhe canon version" it is especially true for half light LMAO

SO! i support children's rights AND wrongs [read: Half Light should be allowed to kill WHENEVER it wants. for whatever reason.] However I am not exempt from the Cain Instinct I'd absolutely defenestrate it if given the chance JFNDMDNFNFFNSJRJ

-Electrochem

#ask #THANK YOUUU YIPPEE #the PvP is especially ESPECIALLY hard to ignore w HL btw bc it's also in the physique group #so we have THAT plus cain instinct. #so anytime we're ip front togrher it is sooooo On Sight. hte cartoon violence is Extreme LMAO -Electrochem #BUT IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN DW FJXKSMDKCCKDKDK

[viovio]

claudette tome is like properly accommodating and loving your autistic child and supporting their interests while actively defending them from decisions that'd force them into a system that suppresses them makes for a healthy child surprise surprise

#READING IT LIKE AWWWW AND ALSO COUGHING YM LUNGS OUT BECAUSE GOD *GRABBING MY HEAD #ANDTHEN THE CLAUDETTE THEN REALIZED HER MOMMY WAS LIKE HER TOO #FUCKKKKKKKKKK #speak iza #basicly the love is so different but her dad loves them both somuch and this is the same for her mom #with all the acceptance everr and like i need to have claudettes parents now #she doesnt like face to face talking but is rly chatty over online forums signing off as the science girl well teehee #claudie enrichment putting her in realms most abundant with plantlife

[riversofmars]

Before we launch into the final part, I just want to say a massive thank you to all of you! Thank your for joining me on this journey, it's been a wild ride and I'm so glad it all came together. 

2020 has been a tough year for all of us in many different ways but there are also things to be grateful for and remember at Christmas time. For me, getting back into writing and fandom has been the greatest blessing of 2020, it's given me so much joy during a very bleak time. So thank you to everyone that's read my stories and particularly to those that always comment and are here for a chat. In a time where social contacts are so limited, being able to connect and talk about your interests is very special. I really hope that I could give back some of that joy with this story.

I wish you all a very merry Christmas, I hope you have a wonderful time and that all your Christmas wishes and hopes for 2021 come true! This really has been an absolute pleasure. I'll miss doing this daily!

Lots of love! Jana

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“River, hold up a second…“ Sandshoes caught up with her as they all made their way down main street. As predicted shoppers were returning to the streets bringing a sense of excitement and warm smiles. The fairy lights shone brightly as it had turned dark and snow had started falling more heavily now muffling their footsteps.

“Are you okay? You look a bit…“ River sensed that there was a seriousness about him and she stopped for a moment so they could fall back a bit for some privacy.

“Still trying to take it all in, it was a lot… probably best I won’t remember any of this.“ He chuckled as they started walking again.

“I’m sorry…“ She said automatically but he waved it off.

“Never mind, what’s life without surprises.“

“No, I mean… I’m sorry for everything that’s about to come. I didn’t know you had to live with this knowledge the whole time, that I… when you first met me…“ She couldn’t really find the right words so she broke off.

“You’re worth all the pain. I can see that.“ He looked to the other Doctors who were walking ahead, chatting, joking. “They come to love you somuch.“

“Yeah, you will.“ She looped her arm around his.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you needed me to be that day, I should have…“ He didn’t look at her, he didn’t want to see that hurt in her eyes again.

“Oh Doctor.“ She stopped walking and held him back as well. “You have always been and will always be the person I need you to be.“ She cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. “I have been all over your timeline, I have met every version of you, had mad adventures and now, hopefully, I get to spend the rest of time with you in a more linear fashion. And never, have you hurt, disappointed or let me down. And never have I not loved you.“

He took her hand off his cheek and pressed it to his lips. Yes, he would forget about this but she had told him everything he needed to hear.

“I think I’m starting to fall in love with you, River Song.“ He sighed with a little smile and she grinned.

“You better be.“ She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss.

“Oi, you two, we all get equal time with the Mrs, no sneaking off!“ Bowtie called from up ahead and River giggled.

“Come along Doctor, we will be late for Christmas dinner.“

They found a restaurant big enough to accommodate for one very large table. They required three large turkeys and countless sides, it was a feast. They popped Christmas crackers, wore colourful hats and shared their stories. Even when they were all too full to move, Bowtie ordered another round of Christmas pudding with extra custard.

The Doctor looked around the table feeling her hearts swell. So much love around this table. So much joy. It blew away all the grief, the sorrow, the loss. It was as if time stood still and not for their crossing timelines but for the joy of the moment. In this moment, everything was perfect.

Donna was questioning Amy and Rory trying to figure out how exactly they were the Doctor’s in-laws.

Clara recounted tales of her travels with Eyebrows to Bill who listened with baited breath, as she always did when a pretty girl was talking.

River was negotiating life aboard the TARDIS with the Fam, setting down ground rules for her future life travelling with them, rejoicing at her new lease on life.

The Doctor looked to her former selves who still eyed her with mild amusement but it wasn’t unkind, it was admiring.

“So you did it, you brought her back.“ Bowtie smiled, saying what they were all thinking.

“We brought her back.“ The Doctor corrected him taking a sip of something very sweet and fizzy.

“It really has been a long time coming, hasn’t it.“ Eyebrows smiled.

“Home for Christmas.“ Sandshoes agreed, raising his glass in a congratulatory fashion.  

“How are you holding up, Doctor?“ Eyebrows asking, sensing a persistent thoughtfulness about her.

“Better now.“ She admitted with a small smile. “It’s not easy, it’s never been easy, so much of…“ She looked around the table and then back to them. “You all have so much ahead of you still but… you’ll get here, I know that because I have.“

“Well, I for one have the greatest confidence that we will be just fine.“ Bowtie announced.

“What are you lot chatting about.“ River stuck her nose in.

“You.“ The Doctor was quick to retort. “They’re all jealous that I get to take you home tonight.“

“Doctor, I hope you’ll be treating my daughter with respect and not…“ Rory piped up.

“I’m fairly certain the Doctor is in a lot more trouble here than the Professor is.“ Clara interjected with great amusement, getting rather tipsy on mulled wine.

“Oh, she certainly is.“ River smirked.

“I mean, it’s quite the change, isn’t it.“ Donna commented gesturing from Eyebrows to the Doctor.

“What they’re meaning to say is, do you swing both ways because I, for one, wouldn’t mind…“ Bill interrupted.

“Ah well, it seems going forward it’ll be the monogamous lifestyle for me.“ River sighed feigning disappointment. “No more back to front timelines, no more excuses.“

“Helps when that one person has like 14 versions.“ Clara giggled.

“We can’t chose who we fall in love with.“ River pointed out.

“Right, that’s enough.“ Rory put his foot down, he’d heard enough.

“A toast.“ Amy called, coming to her husband’s aid.

“What?“ The Doctor nearly chocked on her drink when Amy threw a biscuit at her across the table to make clear she meant her.

“C’mon, Doc, it’s not like we will be all sitting together like this again any time soon, say a few words!“ Graham encouraged her.

“Come on then.“ Eyebrows filled her drink up for her and Bowtie pulled her to her feet.

“Oh ahhh…“ The Doctor looked around confused not sure what to say, she took a deep breath gathering her thoughts but felt a little better for seeing the warmth and smiles on everyone’s faces as they looked up to her. “Remember you can’t tell them anything about this, they won’t remember but you will.“ She opened with the first thing that came her mind. She looked to the companions who all nodded. “And I’m sorry about that… I’m sorry you have to carry on for so much longer without knowing how things will turn out.“ She looked to River and gave her a little smile, and then to her former selves who also nodded. She retuned her attention to the companions: “Just look after them in the meantime…“

“You know we will, we have.“ Clara said softly, speaking for all of them.

“God, I miss you all.“ The Doctor averted her eyes, looking down at her plate as tears threatened to well up in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, she couldn’t carry on, she was overcome with emotion.

“All the more important we enjoy our time together.“ Sandshoes stood placing his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.

“Yes, because this has been the best time, another wonderful story.“ Bowtie stood as well, raising his glass.

“I think this may have been the best one yet.“ Eyebrows stood as well and gave his future self a reassuring smile. “It really was quite something.“

“Merry Christmas, Doctor.“ Amy grinned and jumped to her feet, pulling Rory with her and within seconds everyone was on their feet toasting each other.

“Merry Christmas.“ The Doctor found River’s eyes across the table who gave her the softest most loving smile.

“This really is the happiest season of all.“

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[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 16 Epilogue

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Chapter 16 Epilogue

A loud metal sound from the knock at the door woke you up. It had only been a nap so the sunlight still came in the window beside the bed. Grunting irritably you reach beside you to push Chris awake, only to find nothing in the bed. Another loud knock came back. “Hold your horses, I’ll be there in a minute!” You groan and find yourself a little dizzy since you sat up too quick. Slipping off the bed you waddle the short few feet to the door of the trailer. The set assistant looks embarrassed to have woken you up. 

“I’m sorry. I just needed to drop off the new script papers for Chris. I didn’t know he wasn’t here.” 

You glance at the clock and it does seem a bit later than he should be back. “He’s probably still doing set work. Sometimes it takes longer.” You shrug and take the papers. “I’ll pass it on when he gets back.” Closing the door, you walk slowly directly across from the door to the couch, sitting yourself and the paperwork down on it. Leaning back, eyes closed while your head is cushioned from back springs. You were still tired, but it wasn’t unusual anymore. It had been over a year since the two of you started dating, and only a few months shy from when you found out how much you loved each other. It brought a smile to your face thinking about the after effects. 

What the two of you had talked about was all supposed to be reasonable. He was going to go back to the set and you were going to keep up at the new job, which of course lasted less than a month. At the time you were extremely worried about how he would react when you asked if you could join him at his last movie set. The “Thank God!” he replied to you, still makes you chuckle. 

Everything the two of you had talked about never came slowly, like you had discussed. It was all quick and spontaneous, exactly like how your relationship started. The move in was hectic. Originally you assumed you would keep the apartment while you were living on the set with him, just in case it didn’t work out, but Chris got movers to get all of your things to his Boston condo within days. All you had to take to his set was clothing. 

The second surprising timing was during his second movie since you had been dating. You had gone with him to stay on set, making friends with some of his co-actors and people who worked behind the scenes. They had hangouts after work, going drinking at the bar near the set. It was always fun, but Chris would drink quicker than you and go to his loud, happy personality most nights, including the one where his stunt double picked on him about how you were living together already. 

“Of course we are!” Chris shouted, throwing an arm around your waist. “It’s not like we aren’t getting married next year.” 

“What?” You choked on the sip you had in your mouth. 

“Yeah…?” His face went from wondering what was wrong with you, to eyes wide in surprise. “Oh! I forgot I hadn’t asked you yet! I was waiting to buy a good ring. Maybe tomorrow we can go get one? I wasn’t 100% sure what you would prefer, so this would be much better, right?” 

“Yeah, perfect idea.” Drinking the rest of glass down to keep your nerves in check. He stuck with it the next morning, which really made you know about his tolerance to alcohol. 

Of course since he surprises you with the proposal, you knew you had to surprise him with the other bit of info before the wedding. You had stuck it in a box, wrapped it with some holiday paper and a bow, even though it wasn’t near the holiday, and set it in his seat at home. He was looking for the third movie and had gone out to his interview with the director, giving you plenty of time to set him up. He knew you were up to something as he unwrapped his ‘present’ but went super excited when he saw what was inside. At least until he dropped the tester and went to wash his hands. “Next time don’t give me the thing you pee onto! Maybe just a doctor’s test showing it.” he shouted from the kitchen sink. 

You giggled holding your pregnancy bump on the couch remembering his expression. Now you just needed to figure out what you were going to do a few years from now when it happens again. It was about this time the door opens and Chris walks in the trailer. “What are you laughing about?” He asks smiling at you. 

“Just thinking about what I should do the next time this happens.” You pat your bump which makes the baby kick in the same spot. It wasn’t much longer and knew he or she would come out to surprise both of you before the movie was done. 

“Well just make sure we have number two after the wedding. I still can’t figure out why you wanted to wait on that.” He sits beside you, moving the paperwork to the side table. 

“It’s simple. I want to be in a sexy corset during the wedding, not a pregnancy dress. Plus if we do it in a couple of years we’ll have a walking baby to bring the rings instead of Dodger.” 

“I still think Dodger is the best prospect.” 

“Fine we’ll do both and we know Popcorn will just be bored in a seat.” 

“Both it is Mrs. Evans.” 

“Now Mr. Evans, you should remember I’ll keep my own name.” 

“Hmf, we’ll see what you do after the wedding.” He whispers close to your own lips, before taking them in to repeat every kiss you can’t get enough of. Who knows what the future holds? 

It’s the end! Hopefully you all enjoyed this. I just had this feeling that if Chris decided to do something time is NOT going to be involved lol. I’ve still got bunch of partially written things that I hadn’t even posted, we’ll see how I do on those. Have a great weekend and an awesome Holiday next month!

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[averyrogers83]

We’re Getting Married

Title: We’re Getting Married Author: Darlin’ and Vixen Warnings: Smut, fluff, more smut Rating: NSFW 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You and Steve have been together for a couple years now, you both share the same birthday, but have not been in the same place to celebrate it together till now. Part 2/2. Square(s) Filled: Prostate Milking for Marvel Bingo by @shield-agent78 Cuddling by @shield-agent78 for Star Spangled Bingo / Watching the Sunset by @averyrogers83 for Star Spangled Bingo Words: 1679 A/N: Another collaborative fic from the smut duo of Darlin’ and Vixen to celebrate the one and only Steven Grant Rogers “Captain America” and his birthday.  

You were completely spent from the activities your activities that you had a bit of a time walking back to the patio to meet up with your friends.  Luckily Steve was there to keep you upright.  The two of you laughing and whispering as you got back to the pool just in time for Tony and Rhode to call the dinner bell.  

“Thank god, I’m starving.” you exclaimed giving Steve a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the food, leaving him behind laughing at you. 

“So punk, did you do it?” inquired Bucky.  He knew what Steve was up to, he had planned it for months now, enlisting the help of Nat and Wanda to find out what kind of ring to get and the right size, while he and Bucky went into the city to find the perfect ring.  

“Yea…” He watched you as you stealthy moved through the line, cutting in front of Sam, leaving him whining behind you. 

“And…..” Bucky impatiently waited for a response.

“And, yes...she said yes, We’re getting married.” Nat and Wanda squilled joyfully. 

“Let’s see the ring, Capsicle” Tony joked with a grin. 

“Ring ya, I haven’t given it to her yet. She hasn’t opened the box yet...we got kind of sidetracked.” Steve admitted. Bucky snickered at his friend. 

“Ya, right and you got in a fight with a tiger,” motioning to Steve’s back. 

“Um, yeah, she was a ferocious one at that..” you laughed coming up from behind.  “You really need to do something about that, old man.” giving Steve a playful tease. 

“Watch it kitten.” Steve sassed. “Remember I still have a diamond collar for you.”

"Oh, kinky.." you stuck your tongue out at him. 

"Hey, come on, there's kids present!" Tony motioned towards Sam. 

"Hey! I am a grown ass man, with childlike tendencies." Sam quipped back. 

“Yes,” you Wanda and Natasha answered almost simatainualy.  Sam fished in his pocket revealing a small back box and tossed it to Steve as he put down his plate. 

“Ooo, give me,” you smiled reaching for the box. Steve pulled it out of your reach. 

"Not so fast, you are going to have to wait now after that old man comment." 

“Stevie.." you whined. 

"The price you pay, I warned you about that, thought proved that earlier." 

"Yes you did." You bit you bottom lip coyly. 

"Eww, we don't need to go any further." The group groaned.  

You gave him and pout and quiently ate your food as Wanda and Natasha peppered you with questions about your dream wedding. You answered them the best you could looking over to Steve for support as he talked with the guys. All you really wanted was something small maybe on a beach surrounded by your family or friends. Hell, you didn’t care if Steve and you eloped as long as you were both together. After what felt like ten rounds of questions you quietly excused yourself and made your way toward the dock overlooking the lake. The warm summer breeze whipping through your hair. You stood overlooking the glistening water as you fidgeted with the ties of your suit. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”Steve asked as he placed his arms around you waist letting out a little sigh.

“Sorry, just had to step away for a bit. I think Nat and Wanda are overly excited about a big wedding and...and I don't need all that. I just want it to be intimate and low key. Unless that's what you want" she looked at him questionly. 

“Sweetheart, whatever you want is fine.” You look up over your shoulder at this wonderful man and give him a small smile. “Better?” You nod your head yes. “Good, let’s get back. I still have your present to give you only if you don’t call me old again.”

“Yes, Cap.” you smile, "You know I only say that to get you riled up." Wiggling your eyebrow at him as the two of you walk back to the patio hand in hand.  

When you arrived back at the pool area the two of you enjoyed time with your friends, eating, drinking, and laughing.  As the sun began to set Steve took you down by the lake to finally give you your present. 

The warm wind blew rushing the tree leaves as you two sat on the bench overlooking the last of the sun’s rays danced across the lake. You watched in silence for a moment until Steve shifted in his seat, “So, I have something for you, I just hope you like it.” He pulled out the little black box for earlier and held it in the palm of his hand. You gazed down upon it as he flipped the top open. In side was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The platlam ring consisted of a round center diamond surrounded by a circle of blue sapphires and an outer ring of red rubies. It resembled his shield! You loved it immediately.  Your beamed as you stared wide eyed at the ring in disbelief. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously. 

“Steve it’s beautiful! I love it. Can I wear it now?!. .” Steve pretended to give you a gruff look stopping you in your tracks, “ugh please?”  Steve slips it onto your ring finger and leans over kissing you gently on the lips, then wrapped his arm around you as the two of you watched the sunset in the horizon.  You laid your head on his shoulder as you cuddled next to one another and watched the day disappear into night as Tony’s fireworks show began to fill the night sky. 

“Let’s go baby, I have one more thing to show you.”you took him by the hand and made your way back to your room. 

“Oh, what’s that?” Steve inquired. 

“The second part of your birthday present.” you cooed. You entered your shared room and made Steve sit down on the bed. “Don’t move Cap,” you teased placing a finger onto his lips. He nipped at it making you smile. “I’ll be right back.” 

You slipped into the slinky lingerie number you picked out especially for this today. The top was cropped and did very little to cover anything, but that was the point. The red, white, and blue fabric hugged the curve of your breasts nicely, a solitary button holding it together between your cleavage. A strip of loose fabric draped along the top of your ribs adding a nice, delicate touch to the ensemble. You then finished the look with white silk thigh high stockings that you attached to the matching garter belt.  You looked yourself over one more time before opening the door and entered the room. 

Steve’s eyes widened as soon as he saw you step out of the bathroom. He drank you in like a slow whiskey. “Come here,” he commanded his voice dropping an octave. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip as you walk over to him. You stand in front of him ding for him to touch you. He slowly runs his large hands up your clothed legs stopping at your behind as he gives it a little swat causing you to jump forward. Steve gives you a teasing smirk. “Just a little punishment for the old man comment from earlier.”  

You giggle in response,”Yes, Captain. Do you like your gift?”

“Like is not the word for it Sweetheat, you look sexy as hell.” He begins to run his large hands up and over your breasts causing you to moan. “Do you like that baby? Answer your Captain.”

“Mmm, yes sir.” you can already feel your panties getting wet as he continues to caress one breast and then the other, gently pinching your nipples as you moan out in pleasure.  His free hand lightly running up your stockinged leg stopping at your ass giving it a squeeze. He unhooks your garter belt from the left leg and runs his large hands down them as he rolls down your stocking. His fingertips dance along your legs giving you chills. Steve repeats his action for the right leg. He runs his hands back up your legs again causing you to moan out, “St.teve.”

“Tell me what you want baby girl? What you need.”

“Y. .you, Cap I need you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you down onto his lap. His erection pressing hard against your waist.  You quickly remove the trunks he was still wearing from earlier to free his hardening member. You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed his thick throbbing cock buried deep inside you.  You take your hands and rub the length of his shaft as you give his balls a little squeeze. He moans out your name causing you to smirk. You kiss him deeply running your hand over his shaft again the pad of your thumb runs over the tip spreading the pre-cum as you stroke his cock. 

“Fuck baby I got to get in you now or I’m not going to last,” he grunts. You give him a coy smile. 

“Yes, sir.” You aline him with your entrance as you sink down onto his large member. Your head falls back in ecstasy as you rock your hips against his. Steve sucks and nips at the sweet spot on your neck. You feel your walls clap down around him as pleasure begins to build up in your belly. “Steve. . please don’t stop.” You arms wrap around his neck as your head drops on his shoulder, your movements quicken as you could feel yourself erupt as you hit your orgasm,  

Steve comes spilling his hot seed into you with grunts and curses falling from his lips. Your bodies still as the two of you try to bring your frenzied breathing back to normal. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty. “I love you Mrs. Rogers, Happy Birthday.” He mumbles placing a kiss on top of your head. 

You sigh happily and content “I love you too, Mr. Rogers.” 

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[ellusquirk]

OWAH- okAy this is my first time doing a request but can you do a bakugou x kuudere reader— and maybe with a telekinesis quirk where they can like make people hallucinate and make things float— (oH myGoD soMuch dEtail-) and like maybe they like get all nervous when he’s around and make things float by accident—— and they show real emotions around him- oh my gOd sO much detail i’m so sorry— this is my first request and i love your account!!

i’m so honoured to be your first request omg. i hope you like it, i loved writing it so! thank you so much!

a little crush || katsuki bakugou

“Hey, uh, could you maybe stop that? I need my pen.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry.”

The pens, pencils and papers floating in the air above their heads suddenly fell onto the table, bouncing and slipping off before anyone could catch them, clattering to the floor and briefly attracting the attention of the people around them. Jirou sighed as she bent down to pick up the pens and pencils, Yaoyorozu rising to her feet and picking the papers that had fluttered away. They exchanged a glance, simultaneously looking over at you, your eyes trained on the small group on the opposite side of the classroom, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip and hand supporting your chin.

“Are you okay?” Jirou asked, placing the stationary back in its rightful place. She frowned when no response came, eyes snapping briefly to Yaoyorozu, who’s eyes were locked on your, concern brimming them. Jirou snapped her gaze back to you, lightly kicking your shin to attract your attention, and when you finally met her eyes she frowned. “Is everything alright? You’ve been really distracted lately and keep using your Quirk without thinking.”

“I’m fine,” was your only response, tearing your eyes away from her and back to the small group.

She followed your gaze, surveying the group. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero and Bakugou. They didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular, chatting among themselves, Bakugou listening in with a deep glare on his face as always. Their conversation didn’t seem to be particularly thrilling either, and as Jirou turned back to you she wracked her brain. Why would you be staring at them? Did one of them do something to you? Did they say something to you? No, you never really talked to any of them. Unless, you did?

An idea hit her.

“Wait, do you have a crush on one of them?”

The items on the table rattled a little, but your expression remained blank as you looked at her. “No, why would I?”

Jirou frowned. “You keep staring over there for no reason, so I just figured.”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head. “Of course I don’t. That’s a ridiculous idea.”

For the first time since the three of you had sat down together you seemed to engage them both, straightening up and giving them the oh-so-familiar blank face your wore, seemingly unfazed by the proposition made. Jirou looked towards Yaoyorozu, whose eyes had still not left you, a small frown no creasing the space between her brows. When no words left the Class Vice Representative’s lips, Jirou tried again.

“We won’t say anything if that is the case,” she tried. Her eyes searched yours, and for a brief moment she thought she saw a brief flicker of emotion, what is was though was beyond her, and she dismissed it. Your stoic attitude never wavered, so it must have just been her searching for something that wasn’t even there in the first place.

“It might have just been my Quirk making you hallucinate,” you shot back, dropping your eyes to your almost bare notepad. “I’ve been letting it do what it wants to see if it gets stronger, so that must have been it.”

Jirou could do nothing but nod at the plausible answer, yet she couldn’t help but think it was just an excuse. She watched you silently as you swept your belongings into your bag, rising to your feet and slinging it over your shoulder. She heard Yaoyorozu ask you a question, and you give her an answer, before swiftly leaving the classroom. As she watched your form disappear into the corridor she let her eyes snap back to the small group of boys, and she made a silent decision to keep an eye on you whenever you were around them.

If anyone knew you better than yourself it would be Jirou, and Jirou had the slightest suspicion that you had been lying.

Her first opportunity to watch you had come later that day. A presentation had been announced, and Aizawa had partnered you with Kaminari. But as she watched you closely she saw no sign of your cool attitude wavering, easily talking to him, no floating stationary or signs of hallucination.

Kaminari was cleared.

Sero came next, the following morning. Jirou had just arrived into the Student Common, her eyes instantly landing on you and Sero as you sat on the couch there, talking easily to each other. Your expression remained blank, replies blunt, once more there were no signs of floating belongings. She knew she wasn’t hallucinating either, and for the rest of the morning she kept her gaze focused on you. She followed the both of you to the classroom, listening into your conversation, which remained rather flat, and narrowed her eyes when the two of you parted with a wave.

Sero was cleared.

Out of the four, Jirou would have most likely assumed Kirishima to be the source of your crush. Along with Ashido, you had attended the same elementary school as Kirishima, neither a friend nor foe of him. It was clear that the two of you held a mutual respect for each other, always acknowledging each other and having friendly conversations here and there. But as Kirishima turned around in his seat to talk to you, there were no signs of floating objects, no possibility of hallucination, merely a rare smile that you reserved for only those you had known for a long time and trusted deeply.

Kirishima was cleared.

But surely it couldn’t be Bakugou?

Her answer came the following day.

A standard training session, one that mimicked the first practical the class had experienced. Two Heroes, two villains, one item to retrieve. And who had you been paired with? None other than Bakugou. Fighting against Midoriya and Todoroki. They were the Villains, you were the Heroes.

You had shuffled on your feet when your team had been announced, but Jirou assumed it was merely out of anticipation for the upcoming fight. Your group was first, and she watched as you slowly made your way over to Bakugou, the two of you conversing smoothly, Bakugou’s mind already fixed on the prize. She kept her eyes on you until you finally disappeared from view as she entered the viewing centre, but as soon as she saw you pop up on the screen next to Bakugou, her eyes were trained on you again.

For the first couple of minutes things went smoothly, the two of you communicating surprisingly well, with no obvious blunders in your plan, but as you reached the third floor it was time for the attack. The first sign had been you launching yourself into the corridor, barely hesitating so you could survey the situation, and Bakugou letting out a yell as ice shot towards you. He barely made it to you in time, colliding with you and knocking you out of the way before the ice could reach you, blasting a shot at it to prevent its pursuit. He didn’t yell at you, and whereas your expression had flashed with shock, you kept calm as always. An apology left your mouth, and Bakugou merely grunted.

From them on you only seemed to make more mistakes. Your hallucinations seemed to be weak, unfocused, still allowing Midoriya and Todoroki to attack. When Bakugou told you to run you hesitated, long enough for the ice that Todoroki had sent your way to creep up your legs and hold you in place. All the objects you sent flying their way either hit Bakugou or completely missed their target. The situation was dire, but Jirou was satisfied.

Bakugou was the one.

“Bakugou!” the screech that left your mouth shocked everyone as the boy was flung past you, hitting the wall with an almighty boom. They began to murmur: was there fear in their voice just then?

It was evident. The expression of horror on your face, the way you sprinted over to him when the small objects you were using to smash the ice finally freed your legs, the rage in your eyes when Midoriya attempted to go for you as you helped Bakugou to his feet. The match quickly ended after that, but the murmur didn’t stop until the four of you made it to the viewing room.

Bakugou’s eyes remained locked onto you until he was distracted by Kaminari and Kirishima talking at him, yours locked to the ground as you kept your head ducked, a faint blush on your cheeks as you scuttled over to Jirou and Yayorozu.

A smirk slipped onto her lips.

“I knew it.”

“Shut up.”

written 01/05/19. requests: open. match ups: open.

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[pooma-bible]

Olusola Babarinde

Nigeria

Hallelujah. It is another time of refreshing. Let us pray as we start.

Lord we thank you so much for your eternal love for us. Lord we pray that you will speak to us now and help us to understand your mind, thank you for answering us, in Jesus name we pray. Amen..

Today's teaching is the complementary part of that of last week.

So we are still on Dreams from Satan under the sources of dream...

This is the complementary part. So:

1. Satan torments with dreams

2. And Satan brings good dreams as baits.

It is on that I want to conclude this teaching before we go into prayer

Avoid imbalances:

There are two imbalances to avoid

1. Objective imbalances

2. Subjective imbalances

Objective imbalance:

This means acting only on what you see alone e.g he has money, he is fine, she is gentle, etc.

Note the following:

1. Your dream can be wrong while things you see is right and accurate

2. Your dream can be right while things you see is wrong

3. Both your dream and things you see can be wrong

4. Both your dream and things you see may be correct

The way you will know what to do is through prayer

Let me show you from the Bible: Now when they had gone throughout Phrygia and the region of Galatia, *and were forbidden of the Holy Ghost to preach the word in Asia, [7] After they were come to Mysia, they assayed to go into Bithynia: but the Spirit suffered them not. [8] And they passing by Mysia came down to Troas. [9] And a vision appeared to Paul in the night; There stood a man of Macedonia, and prayed him, saying, Come over into Macedonia, and help us. [10] And after he had seen the vision, immediately we endeavoured to go into Macedonia, assuredly gathering that the Lord had called us for to preach the gospel unto them. Acts 16:6-10.

Yes brethren. In fact that a prophet saw it for you doesn't mean it is right. Pray so as not to cry later.. the

If you read above passage, you will see what am saying. Paul and his company had concluded on where they wanted to go, but the Spirit did not allow them. Later the Spirit showed them a vision and through that they knew where God wanted them...

You can see a vision clearly and correctly, meanwhile it is not from God.

Many prophets who don't take care of holiness had ruined many people's life because there source can be perverted.. There vision can be manipulated..

Their vision can be manipulated. Kindly pray the following prayer

1. Let us thank God for the release from the Spirit to Bro. Olusola BABARINDE to us. Thank God for great mysteries constantly revealed. Things I teach are not read in a book and are not messages of others. Thank God for constant fresh revelations, Deep things

2. Lord help to avoid imbalances in judgement. Give me grace to:

See as you see,

To hear as you hear

To know as you know

3. Lord help me to always decide for your will, never allow Satan .to mislead me..

4. Lord rescue me from the aftermaths of all my past wrong choices.

Closing prayer:

Our eternal rock of ages we thank you somuch for the wonderful and deep things you have again revealed to us tonight through your servant, Daddy we give you all the glory honour and adoration in Jesus name, : Daddy thank you for your spirit upon your servant: Father we pray that the purpose of all these we are learning will be accomplished in our lives in Jesus name Father help us to see like you, to know like you. To hear like you in Jesus name Father help us to balance what we see and what we dream in Jesus name. Father we come against any manipulation of the wicked one in Jesus name: Father concerning your servant you have used daddy we say thank you: Father we pray that you bless him more and grant all his heart desires in Jesus name. Thank you once more Lord for this wonderful and timely teaching. In Jesus mighty name we pray. Amen.

[marchivists]

not the place to fall in love

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Iwaizumi is stuck, perhaps perpetually, in level four of Candy Crush.

Although this is the least of his worries at the moment, he can’t help but grumble at his aggravatingly neon screen with annoyance.. It’s been fivehours since they got to the airport, meaning Iwaizumi has survived five hours of sliding candy this way and that for seconds at a time only to be inevitably interrupted.

“I’m pretty sure only old people play that game now,” the interruption remarks. Oikawa leans across the arms of the disappointingly uncomfortable waiting room chairs they are seated in to glance at Iwaizumi’s screen. “‘I always knew my Iwa-chan was secretly a grumpy old man in disguise. He sighs dismissively, all while a sly grin slowly takes over his features. “I wish you would have told me beforehand. Your ticket would have been somuch cheaper.”

“Sit in your own seat, asshole.” Iwaizumi pushes Oikawa away and, ignoring his protests at being treated so unfairly, turns to put his phone in his pocket. He hopes the turn of his shoulder is enough to hide his blush at being called “my Iwa-chan,” or that at the very least Oikawa has lost at least 50% of his perceptive abilities after being trapped in the airport with no stimulation for so long.

Iwaizumi has always loved airports. They’re big, loud, full of hope and potential. Oikawa has always hated them, and Iwaizumi can see it now in the way he anxiously scans the crowd of unfamiliar faces around them. His shoulders are unnaturally straight and pulled back. His posture screams I am untouchable , and it is convincing, for anyone searching for chairs in the full waiting area scurry elsewhere when their eyes reach Oikawa’s proud, rigid form. It makes Iwaizumi want to grab his hand, but for the moment he isn’t sure if the untouchable part applies to best friends or not.

He checks his watch. They still have an hour or so before their flight is ready to board. Oikawa had insisted on being unnaturally early, and Iwaizumi had complied with little to no complaining. Oikawa mirrors Iwaizumi and checks his own watch. “Do you think we’ll be late?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “Only if it takes us an hour to walk ten meters.”

Oikawa huffs. Iwaizumi takes out his phone again.

Oikawa is uncharacteristically quiet. Iwaizumi has to stop himself from doing a tiny victory dance in his seat after he reaches level five. A text momentarily stops him from lining up five yellow candies.

From: Oikawa

iwa-chan~~

Iwaizumi swipes the notification away and watches as the candy disappears. Level six.

From: Oikawa

i can see ur phone from here :3 congrats on leveling up, old man iwa-chan

Iwaizumi turns to flip Oikawa off, and receives a strained smile in return. There is more silence. Level seven, and then level eight. Nine, ten, eleven. He reaches level eighteen before his phone gets another notification.

From: Oikawa

you know, there’s a 86% chance we’ll both die if the plane crashes

Iwaizumi starts at this. He turns in his seat, ready to spout the facts and data he had memorized the day before. There is a one in 29 million chance we will not walk off that plane. He had been kept awake the night before after talking with Oikawa about the trip, wondering how Oikawa’s ever present anxiety was going to twist the safety of a plane into something horrible. He had imagined dramatic explosions, smoke pouring out of engines and catching flame. He had armed himself with information, just in case Oikawa needed it. He is about to say something about how the last airplane crash was in 2015 when his phone, forgotten in his hands, dings again.

He glances at Oikawa, but Oikawa is looking down at his phone, his expression casual and bored, as if he’s run out of things to like on Instagram.

From: Oikawa

maybe we should go home. lol

Iwaizumi puts his phone away. “Oikawa.”

He makes his way off of his seat so that he is squatting in front of Oikawa. He receives no response, so he pokes the setter in the leg to make sure he’s listening.

“Tell me the stats for a plane crash.”

Oikawa hums and makes sure the hem of his shirt is still intact. “And why would I know that?”

“Well, then tell me the stats for getting into your school. Into the volleyball program there.”

Oikawa shrugs dismissively, like someone who hates bragging but can’t tell the truth without unwittingly doing so. It makes Iwaizumi want to headbutt him.

“Only three percent of the applicants get in, remember? Three percent .”

“I know that.”

“Then tell me, why should we go home?”

Oikawa stares at him now, and his face is full is full of questions he probably doesn’t want answered.. Aren’t you scared, too? Yes, Iwaizumi wants to answer, but not of the same things you are. What if they just send me back anyway? What’s the point? Iwaizumi’s own eyes are impenetrable and knowing. He stares back, hoping he’s managing to get his silent message across. You are amazing. You deserve this chance.  

Only a second passes before Oikawa breaks their staring contest, eyes darting around anxiously for the smallest of moments to see if anyone has noticed his sudden break in character. “I suppose I can endure the devastatingly long flight. Even though it will be practically unbearable sitting next to a brute like yourself.”

“Good.” Iwaizumi clears his throat and makes to return to his seat. Oikawa has relaxed, and his posture isn’t screaming now as much as talking. He waves and coos gently to a baby a few seats away and earns a tiny smile, both from the baby and it’s mother, both hopelessly charmed by his easy smile and fluid movements.

Iwaizumi is charmed, too; has always been. Is charmed and amazed by his ability to quickly recover from anything. One look at Oikawa would never let you on about the anxiety he had surely felt moments before, or that he was leaving everything he knew behind to pursue a unsecured career. For the second time today, Iwaizumi has the urge to take his hand.

He stops himself at the last seconds, and runs his hand through his hair instead. Iwaizumi swore to himself, and to Hanamaki and Matsukawa, that he would not come back to Japan without confessing someway, somehow. But a crowded airport is not the place, and right before a fifteen hour flight is not the time for a confession.

He doesn’t expect to be accepted. Oikawa has had so many confessions from so many people, most better than Iwaizumi in every respect. Iwaizumi does not expect to be accepted, but he will not let Oikawa go without telling him everything. And as long as he doesn’t have to sit next to his rejector fifteen miserable hours, everything would be fine. Probably.

Minutes tick by in comfortable silence, and Iwaizumi gets to level twenty-one. Oikawa decides to mark the occasion with a trip to the bathroom.

“I’ll watch our stuff.” Iwaizumi assures.

“No, no,” Oikawa insists, pulling Iwaizumi’s phone from his hand and putting it in the pocket of his jeans. “You have to come with me, Iwa-chan. It’s boring doing it alone.”

“Do you think you could sound more perverted if you tried?”

Oikawa sticks out his tongue. “So immature.” He drags Iwaizumi to woman with the baby. “Excuse me, do you mind watching our stuff for a moment?”

The woman assures them she can, and the baby babbles pleasantly in agreement.

For reasons only his heart can explain, Iwaizumi allows himself to be drug across the airport into the bathroom. He half listens to Oikawa’s frivolous remarks about the memes Hanamaki keeps sending him, and doesn’t that lady right there look ridiculous in those clown shoes? And then, too suddenly for Iwaizumi to keep up with, Oikawa’s carefree grin turns into a painful grimace.

Ushijima stands in front of one of the urinals of the airport bathroom, doing what one does in front of urinals and has yet to notice them. Iwaizumi turns to share a silent conversation with Oikawa, to ask what the hell? and set up a game plan. Do they tease him? Do they walk out? Do they pull down his pants and leave him stranded, alone in the bright white airport bathroom? But Oikawa is staring at Ushijima and is too busy having a silent conversation with himself to worry about Iwaizumi.

An hour passes, and Ushijima zips up his pants. Oikawa tenses. He squeezes Iwaizumi’s wrist, trying to tell him something, surely, and then he’s off, turning around sharply. Iwaizumi has to stumble to keep up, and now they’re headed out the door. Oikawa pulls down the light switch just as he hits the exit and the bathroom is flooded with black.

“Holy shit, ” Iwaizumi hisses as the door closes behind him, leaving Ushijima trapped in the dark.

Oikawa continues to pull him, heading in the direction of their things. “What the fuck, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi isn’t sure why they’re both whispering, but he doesn’t feel inclined to stop. It feels as though Ushijima, and in turn Shiratorizawa, is leaning over them, trying to learn their secrets. They practically run back to their luggage, and then Oikawa is squatting behind their chairs and looking over the top cautiously, like they used to do when they would play spy in his backyard. Iwaizumi joins him, and they see Ushijima walk out of the bathroom.

“He’s hideous ,” Oikawa whispers, and Iwaizumi nods. They watch as he makes his way towards them, towards their waiting area. “Holy shit,” Oikawa wheezes, and the shocking boyish-ness of the sound pulls all the tension from the air. “Iwa-chan, oh my god. Look, look! He’s wearing crocs .”

Iwaizumi looks, and sees that it is so. They’re bright yellow and look out of place in the stainless steel surroundings of the airport. “Holy shit,” Iwaizumi breathes. Oikawa hasn’t stopped wheezing, and Iwaizumi is forced to cover his mouth with his hands as Ushijima sits in the seat directly behind their hiding spot.

Iwaizumi stares at Oikawa and Oikawa, trapped in his place behind Iwaizumi’s hands, is forced to stare back.

“What do we do?” Iwaizumi whispers, and Oikawa shrugs. “He’s right there , Oikawa.”

Oikawa makes some muffled attempt at words behind Iwaizumi’s hand and Iwaizumi lets him go. “We could go get some plastic knives from the cafeteria. There are plenty of places to hide a body in an airport. Probably.”

“You’re a really shitty guy, you know that right?,” Iwaizumi’s voice slips from a whisper back to it’s normal volume, and Oikawa, returning the favor from earlier, uses both his hands to cover Iwaizumi’s mouth. Iwaizumi licks them in response, and Oikawa screeches as he pulls his hands back, already wiping them on his pants.

“Oikawa.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa share a look. Yikes.

“Ushiwaka-chan,” Oikawa replies coolly. Teenage, boyish, silly Oikawa is gone, replaced by captain definitely not a genius Oikawa Tooru He does not dignify Ushijma’s presence by getting up, but instead falls back on his hands and leans backwards casually. He waits, inviting Ushijima to continue.

Ushijima coughs awkwardly, and picks up the bag he had just sat in his chair moments before. “I would refrain from using the restrooms. The lights do not work.”

As he leaves, Oikawa sucks in a breath of fast air disapprovingly. Iwaizumi mutters “asshole” in an equally disapproving tone and waits for Oikawa to laugh, even as he knows it won’t happen. The mood, and all of Iwaizumi’s good work from earlier have become sour. But at least now Oikawa isn’t focused on the 86% chance of them dying, but of how sharp the plastic knives in the cafeteria might be.  

“I pity the person,” Oikawa says cooly as he stands, offering Iwaizumi a hand up. His posture screams I am a weapon. Do not touch. “who has to sit next to that on his plane.”

Iwaizumi grabs Oikawa’s hand without question. “And you thought you had it rough sitting next to me.”

Oikawa smiles.

Planes are not safe.

This thought consumes Oikawa entirely, until he is left with nothing more. Planes are not safe, are the opposite of safe, and yet he is sitting in one, allowing the stewardess to hand him a tiny cup of water. Iwaizumi is wrestling with his backpack, trying to fit it in the overhead compartment above, well, their heads.

“You could, you know, help me.” Iwaizumi grunts, but smiles triumphantly a moment later as the door closes on their things with a satisfying klunk.

Oikawa pulls himself into his chair as much as possible to allow Iwaizumi to slip past. He had made sure, when he’d bought the tickets, to get an aisle seat. As far away from the window as it gets.

“Cool, huh?” Iwaizumi asks, referring to the plane, his eyebrows are raised in a way that shows he is really asking are you okay?

“I can hardly hold in my enthusiasm,” Oikawa answers, his voice light in a way that says don’t worry about me. “Quick, Iwa-chan, check my pulse. Am I too excited?”

“How do you always manage to make everything sound disgusting.” Iwaizumi huffs in a resigned sort of way as he settles into his chair, head angled towards the window, meaning either okay, I trust you or I always am. Oikawa does not know which one he would prefer, so he translates it into I really want to look out this window instead.

“I am a delight.”

Iwaizumi looks at though he thinks otherwise, but before he can dispute his face twists in confusion. “What the-”

Oikawa looks in the general area of Iwaizumi’s confusion, and feels his lungs drop into his stomach. Ushijima Wakatoshi is making his way towards them, strong arms holding tightly to a hideously green duffel bag as he searches for his seat.

Don’t sit here don’t sit here don’t sit here don’t-

Ushijima passes them, and Oikawa allows himself to release the breath he’s been holding in. And then Ushijima turns around, looks down at his ticket to check the seat number. And then he sits directly across from them.

Oikawa’s hand clench into fists at his sides. His teeth clench in his mouth. He is silent in his frustration as Ushijima takes far too long to put his tiny luggage into the overhead and sit down. He takes even longer to notice them.

“I did not realize you would be on this flight.”

Oikawa is about to say something poisonous, but Iwaizumi interjects with something blunt instead. “I’m here too, you know.”

“Iwaizumi.” Ushijima nods his acknowledgment.

There is silence. A baby cries a few rows above them.

“Oh,” Ushijima states, a sudden realization dawning on him. “Are you going to the acceptance ceremony in New York as well?”

Oikawa feels his face twitch. “I got accepted, actually.”

“Oh.” Everything about Ushijima, his expression, his voice, is a wall. A blank slate that does not portray any special meaning for the word oh except oh itself . Oikawa can not conjure the interest or energy to search for a deeper meaning. “I am glad to see you made a wise decision.”

The reference of past conversations dripping off of Ushijima’s word are not lost on Oikawa or Iwaizumi, and the fact that it is not intentional makes them both scowl. After a beat of heavy silence, Oikawa goes to put in his headphones, and turns to Iwaizumi, making sure his words are loud enough for the ex-captain of Shiratorizawa to hear. “Plane rides sure are exhausting, aren’t they, Iwa-chan?”

#i wrote this instead of doing my homework #iwaoi #ushioi #ushiiwa #ushiiwaoi #ushioiiwa #hq!! #haikyuu!! #mine

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ZM

she hops up the building and stands next to her. "hi i'm back"

Core

“I see that, though you have been a brat

ZM

"maybe so, maybe so but you shouldn't deny that you started all that." she looks back at the kids for a second who were almost caught up.

Core

Shade climbed up faster than Shine. “Kits you bring oh what a treat, oh yes a treat Horror loves to eat.”

ZM

"funny you mention that. she's actually following us. to my knowledge you're not a star eater?"

Core

“I lack the teeth to do such a thing, like a bird lacking a Wing.”

ZM

"that's cause you're a human, am i wrong? do you wanna eat stars? cause that's kinda disgusting."

Core

“I eat what I want. Even with taunts.”

ZM

"except stars. oh yeah by the way sorry about going into your town again, i know i said i wouldn't but this is an exception." she takes the kids and putshes them to LJ a little.

Core

Shine seemed super nervous about LJ, hiding behind Chara

ZM

"LJ meet shine and shade, come to think of it you may already know them, seeing how close you are to night."

Core

“Know then I did not, but one of them; the real me they spot.”

ZM

she pauses thinking about that."that's a little to cryptic for me haha. what do you mean?"

Core

Shade noticed Shines nervousness, before looking back at LJ, seemingly catching on.

ZM

noticing shade she comes to the conclusion. "I'm completely left in the dark, someone care to explain?" she says irritated. 

Core

“She’s really really bad.” Shine whimpered.

ZM

"how so hon?"

Core

“Shadow.......” shine mumbled. LJ put a finger over her lips before laughing

ZM

chara is just baffled at how she doesn't understand a word of this. "what the f*ck are you talking about" she waves her hands around. "this meas nothing to me!"

Core

Shine grabbed Chaya’s arm as her eyes glowed letting Chara see what she saw. There was a shadow looming over LJ, with long fingers resting on her shoulders. Two beady red eyes was the only features on its face

ZM

(like that?)

Core

(Fran bow?)

(Then yes, exactly like that)

ZM

chara goes up while holding shine's hand and tries to touch the shadow.

Core

Shine planted her feet in the ground, not wanting to go any closer.

ZM

chara tries to drag her over

Core

Shine whimpers which was enough for Shade to get involved, freeing his sister from Chara’s grasp

ZM

she sighs angrily "shine i won't let it hurt you i just wanna take a better look!"

Core

Shine went fully behind Chara, touching her back so she could see the shadow.

ZM

she cocks her head and talks to LJ "so what is it exactly?"

Core

The shadow spoke. “See me, see me, yes you can. Looks to me like you’re part of a plan.”

ZM

"sounds to me like you're speaking nonsense, i've heard about these gods some of you talk about but they don't care about us, certainly not enough to have an actual plain made for us."

Core

“God She is not, but close enough to be given thought.”

ZM

"mmhm, and this plan is??/"

Core

“A game she makes, to see if you have what it takes.” Horror caught up, “you talking about the squid? Her games are so boring.”

ZM

"ah, ink? yeah she seems pretty boring to me too" she nods to horror

Core

LJ shrugged. “Boring it may seem, that is until you reach the final scene.”

ZM

"but how do you know this stuff? and what's gonna happen? what about ink is she like really bad i get the creeps from her, why are you attached to LJ why does shine hate it somuch?" she keeps rattling off questions. "if i know how it ends i can make it end my way instead."

Core

The shadow looked to the forest. “Said to much I have, but your actions are worth some laughs.”

ZM

"rude"

Core

LJ hopped down the tower, going her own way

ZM

chara follows, not letting her get off this easy. "hey, the kits are still going to help you weather you like it or not"

Core

“Help I need none, without help is much more fun.”

ZM

"i get that, but you need help."

Core

“No.”

ZM

"you don't have a choice."

"we should get night to join"

Core

LJ looked at Chara with a glare as Shine ran past, Horror chasing her and Shade chasing Horror

ZM

chara's sure they'll be fine and doesn't pay any mind. "it'll be fun!"

Core

LJ shook her head.”

ZM

"don't be a stick in the mud, i thought you were the fun one"

Core

“It is not wise to go against the squid. Even if you’re just a kid.”

ZM

"if we die we die, no need to prolong the enviable, live a little. isn't it depressing being in this town that's just as broken as you?" she looks over to the kids

Core

“No.” Shade hit Horror who slashed at him

ZM

"no it's not depressing or no you won't come?" she yells over "yo horror! stop harassing the kits!"

Core

“Both.” LJ said. Horror looked over. “What? I’m hungry.”

ZM

"we went over this," she pouts to horror than asks, "yo do you know how to teleport?"

Core

“No I don’t.” She said, grabbing Shade

ZM

chara shoots a yellow bullet through horror's arm shattering the bone and letting shade free. "a shame. it's going to be a lot harder to get her to cooperate without that..." she thinks and slides her view to LJ. "guess if you're gonna be like that, we'll just have to fight until night gets over her to save you."

Core

“Nightmare has to rest, starving herself again unlike the rest.”

ZM

"than it'd be a shame to wake her~"

Core

“She would eat you, but then again you have no clue.”

ZM

"she got beat by that error gal, i'm not as scared as i was before."

Core

LJ rolled her eyes.

ZM

"sassy today hm?" "tell you what, we go talk to night, see what she says about your mental state and we'll go from there. if she says you're fine then i'll leave ya alone" (doesn't mean i'll let the kids leave her alone)

Core

(XD Shine does not wanna stay with LJ)

ZM

(too bad haha >:P )

ZM

she turns away from her "okay y'all new game, get LJ to nightmare. shine can ride on my back if she's to chicken to be around LJ."

Core

Shine nodded, going to Chara

ZM

chara picks her up and they all make there way to the forest? i guess? "horror, you know where exadctly she is?"

Core

“Night? Yeah I do.” Horror said, leading the way

ZM

"sweet" when they get around the area chara scouts out to find her first even though shine's getting a bit heavy.

Core

She spots Nightmare resting in a tree. Shine got nervous

ZM

"hey nighttt~ member me?" she hops over disregarding shine's hesitance.

Core

Nightmare was fast asleep, her tentacles were wrapped around the branches to keep her from falling, one was buried slightly under the ground.

ZM

"okay well don't acknowledge me than! we're here to help out LJ, we were wondering if you approve or if you would like to help?"

Core

When Chara stepped where to tentacle was, it shot up and snapped her neck immediately, waking Nightmare up to eat, not caring who or what she killed

ZM

chara wakes up at her save shaking her head and rubbing her neck. "that was fun..." she gets up and goes back to where the others are.

Core

(Yeah, Nightmare is an ambush hunter, using as little energy as she can, she honestly hates having to kill others to eat, but has too, so she’ll starve herself to the point where she can’t do too much. So she hunts once a week or so) She was back at the castle when she reloaded. Shine had hidden as Nightmare ate, ripping off limbs to swallow the larger pieces whole.

ZM

(confusing lol, okay so in this world chara regenerates a whole body, got ya) she goes up to night again crouching by her, "enjoying your meal?" she says flatly. she also looks around for shade

Core

Shade was with Shine. Nightmare finished eating before answering. “No, never do.”

ZM

"well you're depressing haha!"

"did you hear what i said before or did you push that all out of your mind?"

Core

“What else is new? And no Iwas asleep.”

ZM

"great well, we want to help LJ." she waves a hand "and by 'we' i mean the kits"

Core

“What ki-“ Nightmare looked over and saw the two. Shade immediately arching his back slightly to make himself look tougher.

ZM

"your niece and nephew"

Core

Nightmare looked at Chara, “I don’t have any living relatives.” She said

ZM

"umm,?" she's just confused. "you know, like dream? her kits?"

Core

“Dream has been dead for five years now.” Nightmare glared slightly

ZM

"either i'm way behind on resent events or your confused. i met dream just about a week ago. she attacked me with her arrows and she was corrupted so ?"

Core

“That is Shattered, she’s from a different timeline.” Nightmare sighed

ZM

chara sighs with her. "you guys and your 'she's from a different dimensions/timelines so i don't care about her' like damn. i'm ninety percent sure any asreil i come across i would still care for like a brother. but whatev. i'm not here to talk about ethics."

Core

“But they wouldn’t be the same, they wouldn’t be the person you knew.” Nightmare said

ZM

"you're right, but you have to appreciate the ones that are here, make new memories. they're not your version of your family but it's still them. ah and shattered's dead too btws. " she holds a laugh under her breath.

Core

“See, I shouldn’t try that because they get killed too.”

ZM

"think what you want, i still want to help your little LJ and i'd love your assistance in doing so, so is it a deal or nah?"

Core

“LJ normally doesn’t need help, she does fine with her own, though sometimes if she’s too unstable I have to use some shadows.” Nightmare replied

ZM

"oh sh*t! you gave her that creepy thing?!"

Core

“Yeah, you saw it?”

ZM

"only because of shine"

Core

“Am I to assume that is one of the kits?”

ZM

"yes you are, it's that one" she points her out as shine hides more from being pointed out.

Core

“She’s awfully shy for a genocide star.”

ZM

"well that's news to me, i haven't seen them eat i suppose..." she squints. "are you sure about that?"

Core

“Her mother is Shattered, do you know the father?”

ZM

"nope, i'm clueless."

Core

“So either Neutral or Genocide?”

ZM

"i guess? i don't know how star genes work" she shrugs

ZM

"hey shine, come over here will you?" she calls

Core

Shine slowly can over.

ZM

"hey kid, did you know who your dad was at all?"

Core

 Shine shook her head

ZM

"helpful as always shine," "know what, how about you go fight horror for a while, see how many times you two can kill her, cause it's free exp." she turns to night "so you really don't want us to help LJ?"

Core

“She doesn’t need help”

ZM

Chara shakes her head not pleased. "Fine. Fine." She walks away with shine over to horror and shade. "That went well." She sighs. "Suppose we'll have to move on to killer."

Core

Shade didn’t say anything. “It’s actually harder to find her sometimes than it is to find the squid.”

"she was just here like an hour ago, why is she so hard to find??"

Core

“Because She has places she goes to.”

ZM

"hmmmm? well you're her friend, where are these places?"

Core

“That’s the thing, she doesn’t tell anyone.”

ZM

"alright but doesn't night keep tabs on her?"

Core

“Can’t.” Nightmare yawned. “I can only do that if I have made eye contact with them, but Killer tore out her eyes.”

ZM

"that's weird." chara folds her arms thinking of what to do next. she goes up to shade and kinda just looks at him

Core

Shade growls and sticks his tongue out

ZM

she snickers. "i haven't even been that mean to you kid, what's your deal?"

Core

“‘Haven’t been that mean?’ You killed me!!” He growled crossing his arms. Horror chuckled. “You act a lot like Night.”

ZM

"*snort* yep i've killed most of my friends. don't worry about it. you're alive so stop being a baby about it."

Core

Shade growled at her answer. Meanwhile Killer made sure no one was following her as she passed an abandoned house, the siding falling off as vines climbed up the sides. She went to the backyard, where two makeshift graves were. “Hey Jazz, Mom.... I know I’m late but.... happy birthday little brother.” She said with a sad smile

ZM

"you're going to stay salty about this aren't you? what do you expect me to do to fix it?"

Core

“Stop being a bully.” Shade said.

Killer sat on the ground, telling her deceased sibling and mother about events that had pasted

ZM

"pfff" she shakes her head "that's vague. i just wantta keep you two safe, you have a problem with that?"

Core

Shade pointed to Horror. “I don’t think that is safe.” Horror chuckled. “Man you really are a little punk, huh?”

ZM

"he sure is." she looks to shade "you're missing the point. i want to keep you safe in the long term. you need to be strong to be able to survive."

Core

Shade crossed his arms and looked away from Chara. Shine was still behind Chara

ZM

chara grabs shine's hand and pulls her a bit forward. "now that i think you understand are you going to stop moping or are we going to have to butt-heads more shade? sense LJ isn't willing to be helped it's time to find killer again. i'd expect shatter to know where she might be." she walks back to the rift expecting shade to fallow.

Core

Shade’s glare softened slightly when he saw his sister. He sighed and followed Chara and Shine. Shatter had reformed, and was talking to Tonic. “You know, today is a special day.”

ZM

chara's happy at shade's obedience. tonic's tail wags. "yes? how so?" she asks shatter.

Core

“Well, remember how I told you I had a little brother?” Shatter said.

ZM

Tonic nods solemnly

Core

“It’s his birthday today.” Shatter said with a sad smile

ZM

"do you plan on visiting his grave?" she asks

Core

(So my version of Ink can actually hear us, like when we talk in () )

ZM

(got ya, that's kinda creepy haha)

Core

“I don’t think he would’ve wanted me to, he always wanted us to keep moving on,” Shatter replied, looking over at Tonic. “But you already know that I suck at that.”

ZM

tonic looks down unsurely. "that's alright. i haven't been able to move on quickly as well. either way i'm sure your brother would want you to feel better. however you spend the day i'm sure he wouldn't mind." chara, shine and shade get back to where tonic and shatter are.

Core

Shatter smiled at pat Tonic’s head. “You would have gotten along with him.” She then looked over at Chara. “Now, the only reason I can come up with as to why you would come to me is that you either need me to babysit, or you need help.”

ZM

"well gee, nice welcome shatter. is it so wrong to want to see my friend." she snickers. "but yeah, you are right. i want to know if you'd know where killer is.

Core

(Ink can not touch water, or hydrogen in general, it ‘burns’ her) “Killer? Oh you mean Yuma....” Shatter stood up. “Well I have a pretty good idea.”

ZM

tonic watches shatter and chara asks "yeah? were's that? she seemed mad at me for saying that horror and i are her friends. she all blew up on us so...? " she shrugs.

(i'm unsure why people do the water hurts ink or nightmare thing. i don't know where that came from.)

Core

(as for with my Ink it is science, see hydrogen cuts through carbon bonds, and my Ink is made of pure carbon, so hydrogen harms her.) “Well, I honestly don’t blame her, but come on.” Shatter said, making a portal

ZM

(ah, makes sense! ) tonic follows and chara looks at shatter questioningly before joining.

Core

The portal went to an old house, the siding was falling off as vines climbed up

ZM

 chara went up to look around and finds yuma on the ground in the backyard

Core

Killer turned to Chara. “What are you doing here?”

ZM

"mmmm, mostly saying 'hi'" she looks at the graves "your brother?" she tilts her head?

Core

“None of your business.” Killer glared, as she spoke with a hiss. 

ZM

"i mean maybe not, but you know me. i like to be in everyone's business." she goes up closer slowly.

Core

Shatter stayed still, floating slightly above the ground, meaning Killer couldn’t sense her. “Yeah and it’s bloody annoying.” Killer hissed.

ZM

 chara just laughs. "come on, you know you love me." she goes to sit by yuma 

Core

“I tolerate you, maybe not even that.” Killer hissed.

ZM

chara shrugs sitting cross legged after a second she asks "is there a reason you're here today?"

Core

Killer picked Chara up by the back of her sweater. “It’s none of your concern.” She hissed, going over to where Tonic and the kits were. (Fun fact: Nightmare’s coating is poisonous)

ZM

(ooo) chara hangs from killer's grip lazily. tonic perks up at the sight of yuma, sitting up a bit straighter.

Core

Killer dropped Chara. Before ‘looking’ at Tonic. “And who are you supposed to be?” She hissed

ZM

"oh, I'm just. I'm just a friend of chara's." chara swipes the dirt off of her sweater. "that's putting it generously..." with a scowl.

Core

Killer turned to Chara. “So you don’t like them?”

ZM

"no, not at all."

Core

“See how you feel about them, I feel for you.” Killer said harshly, as she started to walk away

ZM

"pffff!" she hops up and stands in front of killer, blocking her way. "damn, you don't have to be so mean! we're just here to help ya know? the kits wanta help you out of this little pit you've dug for yourself. dont tell me you're pleased with were your life is right now cause i know you'd be lying.

Core

“My life is none of your concern. And I don’t need any of your help.” Killer said. ‘Hey, you might wanna use act and check.....’ Shatter told Chara via telepathy

ZM

chara with a shrug does as she's told and checks killer.

Core

Killer lv 57 hp 122/730 ‘something seems very wrong with this star’s soul’

ZM

chara pauses and looks at tonic who stares back at her blankly. "tonic heal up killer, she's hurt." she orders. tonic looks to killer unsurely. chara brings up her act menu and sees what's available.

Core

Killer turned back to Chara. “I’m fine.” She growled. -insult -ask -challenge

ZM

"sure you are" she says condescendingly. and chooses the ask option.

Core

-you ask Killer why she is hiding- Killer didn’t respond, but still wouldn’t let Tonic close

ZM

chara asks what's wrong with killer's soul

Core

“Look, I don’t pester you about your past, don’t pester me on mine.” Killer said, her tone more calm than before

ZM

"friends pester each other, just shows we care. if you're so fine and won't even let yourself be healed how about we fight and when i knock you out i'll get my answers the hard way."

Core

“Fine, you wanna fight? Then let’s fight.” Killer replied, grabbing her knife from her pocket

ZM

chara makes a slingshot. tonic panics a little. "do y-you really need to fight? i don't mean to be rude but you simply don't seem well..." they shuffles their feet

Core

“I told you already, I’m fine.” Killer responded as she started to circle

ZM

tonic looks up at shatter worried while chara shoots a few yellow bullets at killer's legs and goes in with her knife at her torso.

Core

Killer teleported behind Chara slashing at her back

ZM

chara swerves around slashing behind her as quickly as she can hoping to hit her before she moves again.

Core

She cut Killer’s hoody

ZM

chara goes up to tackle killer after giving a glance to the kits clearly ordering them to help her take down killer.

Core

Shine threw a explosive, making Killer jump out of the way, where Shade tripped her

ZM

after shade trips her chara goes up to cut killer's neck. 

Core

Killer teleported out of the way

ZM

chara turns to killer as fast as she could but gets hit in the back of the head, stumbling forward.

Core

Killer then pinned Chara to the ground

ZM

chara squirms to get her hand free

Core

Killer kept her pinned, “Just give up.”

ZM

"Not happening! Do ya even know me?" She kicks at her, not getting much of anywhere. "Kittttts come on!"

Core

Shade tried to slash only to get slashed at

ZM

while killer was distracted chara managed to roll away and get a small hit to killers back.

Core

Killer took 2 damage. She turned quickly to counter before her health cut by 50, forcing her to wince and teleport back to get some distance

ZM

chara checks her again and sees how much damage she did. and whistles to herself. "wow, you're worse off than i thought." she sets up a checkpoint and circles around killer as quickly she could and sets a few more. trying to put her in a cage of checkpoints.

Core

Killer hp 25 / 730 Her soul seems unstable. Killer glared as she watched Chara do this, as if planning something.

ZM

chara laughs. "you just going to let this happen?" with a shrugs she lets off a couple of rounds checkpoint shooting to another checkpoint and leaving a blue bar behind. one checkpoint lazer thing goes straight for killer to the checkpoint on the other side of her.

Core

Killer teleported multiple times in a row, getting the lazer to bend in a grid like pattern.

ZM

"well isn't that just pretty~ you making us some art killz?" she can't keep up with her teleportion so she tries to find a pattern in her movements instead

Core

Killer did have a pattern, it was as if she was trying to do something with the lazer, 2 feet left, 4 feet up, 2 side, 4 down.

ZM

she followed the pattern going about 2 steps ahead and set a purple web on the ground where she should land while readying her knife as well.

Core

Killer teleported once before breaking her pattern as a wormhole appeared in the grid

ZM

"ooo~" chara takes a step back observing but getting ready to get out of there with the kits. "this reminds me of digimon haha, do you have dementional powers? i don't know why but i wouldn't peg you as that."

Core

“No, just escape.” She said hopping through before the wormhole closed

ZM

".... pff. didn't take you for a coward either." she calls back the checkpoints and replenishes her magic. "shaaaater, whereee'd she go?" she goes up to where she was.

Core

“Probably skakarr....” Shatter answered. “Since she needed to heal, but there is no way I am going back there.”

ZM

chara makes a sad face. "hmph..." she turns to tonic knowing their the only hope she seems to have to get there. "take us there." she orders and tonic glances around surprised "uhhh" they say

Core

“Look, skakarr is not a place to just ‘go and visit’ ok? It’s more like an active war zone 24/7.”

ZM

"i can take care of myself." she shrugs and she goes closer to tonic. "so like how does this work? you know how to teleport right? not much of a health aid if you can't get there in time hmm?"

"well... umm. i'd need some blue magic." tonic says quietly.

Core

“Not there you can’t, ok? Whatever kind of place you think it is, I can assure you it is much much worse.” Shatter said

ZM

she looks back at shatter. "... well fine but killer's there. and at 25 hp. it feels like an obligation for me to help or at least see what's wrong so i can prevent it happening to the kits or somthin" "besides. war is war and i can always reset. it ain't no thing." she thinks for a second where she'd get blue magic cause she'd assume her replicate blue magic wouldn't work.

Core

Shatter sighed, “Killer is like me, remember? We’ve been there, and one tends to know where to hide there after 7 years.”

ZM

"well gee shatter! you know i'm gonna go anyway! should probably stop trying to talk me out of it hmmm? it'll be fun! you're strong! if you wanna keep us safe you can always tag along~" she goes a little closer to the kits. "you have purple magic right? can you like. cry blue magic or something cool like that? if stars even cry i guess haha."

Core

Shatter sighed.”If I take you, it should just be us two, and you need to listen to me.” She said.

ZM

"eeyyy!" she goes up and hugs shatter quickly. "thank you!" she has the biggest grin on.

#arc 4 #rp chain

[subcorax]

fic: you can follow

Fandom: Dishonored Rating: T Pairing(s): Corvo Attano/The Outsider Characters: The Outsider, Billie Lurk, Corvo Attano Tags: post-doto, second person pov Word Count:  1378

Summary: from a boy to a god to a man with too many memories, the outsider learns to live. 

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you breathe.

it hurts.

.

together the two of you begin to stumble down the mountain and you are silent.

where, then, lies the human soul? a natural philosopher had written once, his fingernails stained with a dead man’s blood, his heart neatly dissected on a tray in search of his very being.

it was of no matter; you know, now. a soul lies in a name and yours echoes in your ears, speaks with every beat of a pulse against your neck, your wrist, your chest.

.

billie says she hopes she won’t have to teach you how to piss. you hope so as well. it has been four thousand years and you have forgotten so very much but the difference between humility and humiliation that you once thought so insignificant has been shown into sharp relief once more, and you do not want this woman to have to teach you that which most children manage by four.

eventually, on shaking colt’s legs, you relieve yourself against a low brick wall.

.

as you are so often wont to do, you think of corvo.

you had watched him in the days after coldridge with some interest – watched as he retched and threw up miniscule mouthfuls of food, watched as small creaks and wooden groans kept him up long nights, watched him stalk the grounds of the hound pits, bewildered, like he couldn’t believe there was so much space in the world.

it was like, you had thought at the time, he had forgotten how to be human.

.

perhaps you have been… arrogant. you have been accused of as much before, but now you put some weight to the argument. perhaps corvo, all scars and bruises and deep-set loss, was far more human than most the day he left coldridge prison.

you have been freed in the most extravagant jailbreak in an eon and a half and you’ve got nothing to show for it but the razor thin scars to show where your shackles were, long since faded to slivers of white against the pink of your skin.

you barely know how to sleep.

.

huddled over a fire in the batista district you tell billie you want to go to dunwall. she laughs humourlessly, calls him a crazy bastard, says daud was right, but she’s got the keys to a ship the next afternoon, which startles you. you had thought she would jump at the chance to part ways with you, to relieve herself of the burden you are posing.

billie lurk has vowed once, twice, thrice, over and over across the years to never return to dunwall, and when the two of you leave karnaca’s docks she is smiling at the sun dipping below the horizon.

.

she has given you food and clothes and vowed to help you reach dunwall tower, and you find yourself thinking of corvo yet again, of the odd little parallels. perhaps, you think sardonically, you should be watching billie for ulterior motives, hidden plots. but there is no future in which billie will stab you in the back to watch you bleed out like any other man, send you floating up the river, and–

and you remember that you cannot see much of anyone’s future, anymore, and yet you are certain of this nonetheless. trust, you think, with some measure of surprise, you trust her and isn’t that another small piece of irony when you had faulted corvo for this exact thing, his thoughtless, easy belief in the men who had saved him.

you wonder if billie will teach you how to apologise, in the weeks to come.

.

you are watching the waves roll from the deck when she wraps the coat around your shoulders, the long, heavy one she’s been wearing more days than not, and you are assaulted by the harsh smell of tobacco and stale smoke.

you remember watching her rifle through her belongings on the dreadful wale, deciding what parts of daud to keep, what she could afford to keep and carry with her, travelling on foot. a few journals, letters, his sword, and the coat, and you had thought, idly, she has a warmer coat, why keep wearing– and only now does sentiment invade you like weeds through cracks in a stone slab because billie lurk grew up tugging at the sleeves of a man who smelled like old smoke and whiskey and you have, as of late, found yourself unerringly, wretchedly attached to anything you can remember of being alive.

you keep the coat on long after the residual heat of billie’s body has faded from it, held captive by a deep longing for memories that are not your own.

.

strange – how many thousands of men have begged you for power, screams clamouring to be heard above the void’s rushing winds, and to corvo it is a gift you will give not once, but twice.

thrice, if you count emily, though corvo does not, still rankles at the danger it poses her when the abbey has long been sniffing at their heels.  

still, still, he had run fingers across the bare skin where the mark had been and when you had offered it to him again he had received it like a benediction.

you had warned him against rooftop escapades at his age, knowing full well that he would retire in one short year to cullero, and you would not live to see it.

.

billie’s face is painted across every street in karnaca, but most of the posters were stripped down in dunwall, and they dock at the wrenhaven port without much trouble, despite the long look billie gives you when you introduce yourself to the inspector as aramis.

.

you both rent a room at a pub to sleep off your sealegs, eat breakfast downstairs the next morning. billie catches you staring across the room to where a sharp-dressed girl is whispering in a busboy’s ear and you find yourself explaining, that those two have whispered like this since they were children, that you have heard every piece of love and loss and intrigue to pass between them, and your voice is half a semblance of the gravity it once held but twice as wistful and you mourn, now i cannot hear anything at all.

billie has been in an odd mood this morning, on-edge and eager like she was when she was a girl, perched precariously on a rooftop and waiting for a signal, for a scream. she smiles, wryly, says, tell me something else you know, and you pause, think, before lamenting that you’d been watching a girl in morley, a bastard child of the king cast out into the streets by his queen.

interesting enough to mark? and there are hooks and barbs in that question that you are unsure how to avoid, so you just shrug, say, no, but if she reaches twenty she will make a bid for her father’s throne. a smile, and, it will cause lady emily no end of problems.

billie is smiling as well when she reminds you that you will still live to see it happen, if you don’t do something stupid.

you wonder what it will be like to be a spectator from here, looking at one corner of a painting and unable to see the whole picture. interesting, you hope.

.

corvo presses two fingers to the pulse on your neck, eyes wide and searching and he is, for a moment, young and desperate, filled with fear and awe and questions and looking to you for answers.

a trick, an illusion? he asks, and you reach up for the hand that has come to cup your cheek. your finger traces your name into dark fabric where you know new scar tissue lies underneath.

you have watched him train since he was a boy, the little crow from the batista district who would love an empress, who would come to love somuch, you have watched every blister and callus form on his hands and it is another thing entirely to feel them moving on the soft skin of your face, down your jaw, to rest across your neck and–

the scar.

.

you breathe, and he breathes with you.

it hurts, and that is what makes a human soul.

#dishonored #death of the outsider #doto #corvosider #jack writes #anyways if you couldnt guess i finished doto yesterday................................ #💣