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inktailsaystuff · 6 months

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Ghost and Soap Relationship Headcanons

Tw: Mentions of Intimacy

Pre Relationship~

Kind of a slow burn

Ghost was scared of getting attached even more to Soap than he already was

Ghost was also heavily in denial about crushing on Soap, like it took him ages to finally admit to himself that he liked Soap

Soap was quite the opposite, he had already flirted with Ghost whenever he got a wee bit too drunk and was in denial for a total of two minutes once he realized

Because Ghost is so closed off, Soap just assumed he didn't like him back

Didn’t stop him from flirting with him tho. (But Soap flirts with everyone ESPECIALLY WHEN DRUNK so no one really thought anything of it)

Price saw the vision before anyone else did

Ghost’s version of “flirting” is a bit more tame than actual straight up flirting. If you didn’t know him the way the 141 did you probably wouldn't even notice,

Ghost’s flirting is more like subtle light touches, and lots and I mean LOTS of compliments and praise whenever Soap did something well.

Gaz clocked in on it when Soap drunkenly confessed his feelings about Ghost to Gaz. (Gaz just assumed that Ghost was Soap’s new target for constant flirting) And while being best wing man he saw how touchy Ghost was with Soap

Gaz is best wing man (He will randomly leave the room to leave Soap and Ghost alone)

Ghost will never admit it nor show it, but Soap’s flirting had him feeling all tingly and happy. It made him feel like he had a chance with Soap.

And let me tell you. This goes on for months of subtle flirting and romantic/sexual tension for agesssssss, it drives Gaz and Price insane. More so Price funnily enough.

He just wants them to be happy.

Like at this point even Laswell knows. Half of the base knows. Even Graves knows/j

Price is just constantly trying to get Ghost or Soap to confess

Soap decides to confess first? Why? Because Gaz got sick of it and just straight up told Soap that if he’s waiting for Ghost to confess it won't happen and he needs to do it first.

Ghost literally malfunctioned when Soap said that.

Ghost.exe has stopped working

He just stared at Soap and walked off (He was wondering if this was a cruel joke or not, and he was actually really scared of getting into a relationship)

Soap got sad because he thought that meant Ghost didnt like him back so he decided to do the normal thing.

And drink his problems away while ranting to Gaz.

It’s like 3:00 AM when Ghost confesses, he just walks up to Soap’s quarters, enters, wakes him up and tells him that he likes him too and then leaves

Soap is hangover and so confused

It's only in the morning did he realize and almost jumped Ghost while he was trying to eat breakfast

Cue like five months of: are we dating?

Relationship headcanons~

When they FINALLY became official Gaz and Price almost cried of joy /j

But yeah everyone was like FINALLY they got together

Its slow to say the least

Once they started dating Ghost became really closed off for a while as a defense mechanism

Soap didn't mind tho, he will happily wait for Ghost to get comfortable

But in the meantime he initiates touches and constantly showers Ghost with affection even if it's sometimes unrequited

Once Ghost has gotten comfortable with this new situation he will open up more

He does cook for Soap and he cooks very well. (Soap can and will burn the kitchen down)

Black cat x golden retriever is real

Separately are the some of the smartest people ever, together they are idiots

I'm not kidding, Soap is the youngest to pass SAS selection and everything… Ghost is really well versed in combat and highly skilled…

But you put them together and Soap can’t tell you what 2+2 is and Ghost doesn’t know how to speak English anymore.

Ghost is slowly learning Scottish from Soap (He denies the claims)

Despite how he scary he looks Ghost is a sucker for cuddles, he loves just picking Soap up and holding him

Ghost does tend to wear a mask in their room (like the fabric covid masks) because it gives him a sense of familiarity

Soap embroiders things on Ghost’s home masks like cats and stuff like that

Gaz absolutely teases Ghost whenever he walks out with one of his embroidered masks

NO GHOST DOES NOT ABUSE SOAP HE GREW UP IN AN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD HE WOULD NEVER HE'S LITERALLY TRAUMATIZED

Intimacy is a big deal since Ghost got SA’d so they take it very slow

Soap constantly checks if Ghost is okay even if it’s Ghost that’s leading

They don’t tend to get kinky much since it’s about mutual affection and passion to them because of that they also don't get intimate that often other than like making out and stuff like that

Aftercare is also great, Ghost is a wholesome man and I die on this hill he will happily give Soap anything he wants

Soap’s aftercare is also great since he fusses over Ghost afterwards even if Ghost says he's fine he will be cared for.

Anyway it’s a very wholesome relationship with minimal arguments

When arguing Soap will start screaming in scottish and Ghost justs stands there like “Huh-”

But they don’t argue that much and when they do it doesnt last long… perhaps its the constant nagging fear that they will die in battle and if one dies before an argument is resolved their last memory will be of angry words

Ghost is 10000% protective, he gets so scared when Soap gets injured, like once Soap cut his finger while cutting tomatoes and Ghost literally wouldn't let him into the kitchen for a month

He is possessive in a sense he gets all grumpy when someone else flirts with Soap but unless he thinks Soap is uncomfortable or in danger he won't step in because he knows Soap can handle himself.

Once they retire from the military they do want to just live in the scottish countryside and own a farm :>

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dumbfinntales · 9 months

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I recently completed a game that caught me completely by surprise. My Friendly Neighborhood. On the surface you might look at it and go “ugh another yucky mascot horror indie slop?” and trust me, when I initially saw the game I thought the same thing. I’ve fundamentally grown to dislike mascot horror, or kid friendly horror. So few games actually get it right, and most are really dumb. I’m not gonna name any so I don’t upset people, but imagine if you take Bob the builder. Okay, now he’s Frank the breaker and oh he has sharp teeth and red eyes. That’s how these types of games seem like to me.

So I kind of dismissed MFN when I first saw it. But lo and behold, a few days after the games release I saw a tweet on twitter of someone calling it a “survival horror” game and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I looked into it and by god, it really is one, and inspired by classic Resident Evil titles too. A fucking RE clone with muppets? I gave the game a chance and it blew me away. MFN is a genuinely fun and competent survival horror game with great atmosphere, fun combat and intriguing puzzles to solve.

The best part to me is that the game isn’t trying too hard to be scary. Sure it’s called survival “horror”, but it feels kinda light hearted and does parody of popular horror tropes like a bathtub with a body in it that you have to drain for an item. The puppets themselves are really charming and I enjoyed their demented rambles. My favorite line went something like “My friend recently really upset me. So you know what I did? I SHOVED them into the ground and STOMPED their face!” and they say all this in a very muppety voice which is hilarious. The point is that they’re not giving the puppets sharp teeth and demented lines like “I’ll eat your flesh” in order to be “scary”. The devs knew it would be impossible to make the muppets scary, so they leaned more on a parody.

Being inspired by classic RE games the game has a lot of familiar DNA like obscure puzzles, doors that require specific keys, backtracking, inventory management and even limited saves. Although on survival difficulty there was more than plenty of resources and save points so I never felt like I was running out of saves, or ammo or even health. The level design was also great and the world looped on itself in interesting ways and backtracking wasn’t as tedious and there was always some surprises waiting for you.

The game also seems plenty replayable and you can unlock different cheats by finding collectibles around the world. It isn’t overly long, which to me is a plus especially in a game that’s meant to be replayable, so I’ll definitely play through the game again on harder difficulties and maybe chase after some achievements.

But do I have anything negative to say? Well mainly nitpicks. The game could have benefited from more basic enemy types than just the puppets that chase after you and the small hand puppets. There’s also level specific “hazard” puppets, if you can call them that, but I dunno. It would have felt a little more interesting with some variation in what enemies you normally encounter. There’s also only two proper bosses in the game and the first one is way too easy as it goes down with just two grenades. I genuinely thought it had a second phase or I’d encounter it again, but nope. The last boss was alright, although really easy to avoid. At least it took a fight.

So yeah. How’s that for an indie surprise? There’s a lesson to be learned, never judge a book by its cover. But can you blame me for doubting? There’s way too many kiddie horror games trying to have deep lore and be all spooky and failing horribly. But MFN is a genuine gem, if you enjoy classic survival horror games do give it a try!

#my friendly neighborhood #a review type of deal

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yuraslefttoe · 5 months

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hey, it's me again! I came to pester you with questions!! *there should be a scary laugh, but it sounds more like mean giggles*

(by the way, I’m thinking about sending you such long texts with questions (because I have a lot of them!!) once one or two weeks, if you don’t mind. . . . . . .you don't mind..??? (god, I hope you don’t get tired of me..!) I'm so sorry, please, I'm just very interested!! *qwq*)

ok, let's start with the sweetest part, prelude. ACTUALLY, I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT YOU REPLY SO QUICKLY, GOD, NOT PASSED A FEW HOURS!!!!!! I THOUGHT YOU HAD TOO MANY QUESTIONS SO I DID NOT EXPECT A SO SOON REPLY!!

I’ll remind you once again how much I adore your work (after all, you deserve it!!), and I’ll also say that I specifically shouldn’t talk about posts tagged with the adm, because I’ve read your tumblr and twitter in its entirety several times, I even have a separate album in my gallery with answers that particularly interested me, there are several hundred screenshots there and I don’t regret anything! (sorry if my hyperfixation may be intimidating!!)

*=^._.^= ∫*

and now the questions!!!!

1. my wife doesn’t have a tumblr, but her suggestion interested me and can be seen in the first two screenshots(the translation sounds like: “after the release of “red hour” I have an assumption that andrey is more... athletic than misha. either this is because of ferry’s drawing style, or he really has such wide shoulders")so now we are interested to know about the physique of your characters!! maybe some of them are thin, or vice versa, a little overweight. and what about physical training? did you have any headcanons for this??? ( by the way, when I ask about “characters” I mean not only misha and andrey, but also europe and maya, because they are also worthy of attention <зз)

2. what about the abbreviation "dyusha" for andrey? in russian it is... not used very often, but still, it sounds very cute. so it would be interesting to know how you would feel about this? 3. I also want to hear about the names of the characters!! how did you choose them? I mean........ how did it happen that from ☺europa☺ you switched to 👹MiKhAiL👹?? (I'M SO SORRY, BUT MISHA'S FULL NAME SOUNDS SOMETHING THREATENING. MY UNCLE'S DOG HAS THE SAME NAME EHE- *ᕕ(ಥ▽ಥ)ᕗ*)

4. and lastly, let's return to my wife for another moment. she suggested that andrey was now also in a time loop. what do you say about that? and also in enigma, she noticed that misha seemed to be addressing the second person in the lines: "and if you wanted to be anything more than just free" and "you’ve seen a hundred lies I see that all the time". is this second person a viewer? or maybe one of the previously mentioned characters??

the last photo, by the way, is one of the sketches that I found so far in my gallery! ^^

initially it was planned to attach two sketches, but andrey turned out TOO bad, I’m ashamed to show him. someday I'll redraw it into something normal.... maybe. but! I really like the pic with misha and the wolf(I hope this is the wolf you were talking about lol. google didn’t show me anything else, and I’ve never been to ikea myself, ehe...)

(and I don’t want to post all this yet, because running a tumblr was certainly not part of my plans, haha)) I registered here solely to read your blog, and not to maintain my own)

sorry again for possible illiteracy, and also for the chaotic nature of my thoughts, haha, I don’t know how to adequately express them in english.. and also, I’m really REALLY apologize that the text was too long, next time I’ll try to be shorter...

okay im gonna try and answer everything here in a coherent way so sorry if nothing makes sense

im just fine with lotes of questions :) answering asks and responding to comments is one of my favorite things ever and i brings a verry big smile to my face

on andrei: i consider him to be a skinny little gut but not exactly unathletic, and in addition i think he would have basic combat training and probably be good with firearms. misha is probably a very average bodytype, nothing special, not particularly athletic.

i do not speak russian (though ferry has recently encouraged me to learn so maybe in like four years ill be able to form a sentence) so i dont know anything about the short forms so you can do whatever you want. if you coin it and peoples tart calling him that i will not stop it from happening

i do not name my characters, i usually let me friends name them (i think that the only one i named was europa and his partner). going forward maybe ill try to make it more cohesive

the time loop idea im seeing thrown around alot is really cool and while i havent particularly wrote any of my songs about that in general i see it fitting into the loose narrative i have going on. also in enigma misha is definitely talking to andrei whenever he says the word "you" but it could also be to the listener because the entire theme of enigma is 4th wall breaking and meta shenanigans like that

that sketch is SO CUTE oh my god

#asks #adm #misha #andrei #deepest lore

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holly-natnicole · 8 days

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Explanations for why I did the Cinnamon Roll Meme this way:

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll — Agumon, coz he's an adorable little dinosaur more likely to try the diplomatic approach than to jump immediately into fighting; Piyomon, coz she's an adorable pink bird who gives emotional support to her friends; Tachikawa Mimi, coz (especially after her growth as a person) she's a compassionate person; Kamiya "Kari" Hikari, coz she puts others first to the point of getting ill and/or injured solely coz she wants to not be a burden to them; Wallace "Willis" Williams, coz they cares 'bout the safety of random strangers & tries to solve difficult situations alone to avoid putting others in danger; Motomiya Daisuke, coz he refuses to harm his friends and he'll befriend you even if you've done something bad since he knows you genuinely regret what you did; Hida Iori, coz she's a semi-pacifist who despises killing & lying.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you — Kamiya "Tai" Taichi, coz he's an adorable goofball who (usually) doesn't hesitate to jump into danger to save his friends & has no problem killing anyone threatening them (especially if Kari is the friend whose life is under threat since she's his biological fullsister); Takenouchi Sora, coz when she was age 11-12 it was damned clear in canon that she could easily assassinate people if she wanted to & everyone are lucky that she's genuinely nice; Gomamon, coz he's an adorable goofball who nevertheless can (with his friends' help) kill a Champion Level Digimon as a Rookie; Patamon, coz he's 1 of the most adorable Rookie Level Digimon ever yet also a major powerhouse upon digivolving; Ichijouji Ken, coz he literally tried to murder a fellow human when he was the Digimon Kaiser/Digimon Emperor and even after becoming a good person he had no problem with sending a majorly evil Digimon (who was being basically a terrorist) into the Dark Ocean yet he's still a genuinely nice kid; Inoue Miyako, coz she's a nerdy & genuinely nice kid yet doesn't hesitate to smack an Ultimate Level Digimon with a skateboard and (despite initially hesitating) is willing to do whatever it takes to get rid of enemies who've proven they're willing to slaughter innocent people.

Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll — Gabumon, coz his teeth and horn make him seem the scariest of the 8 original Digimon partners yet he's also the gentlest of them all; Izumi "Izzy" Kōshirō, coz anyone aware of Izzy's badass computer skills would be scared of him (I certainly was as a kid & still am as an adult despite my immense respect for his skills in both childhood & adulthood), but Izzy actually is a good kid; Kido Joe, coz he's the oldest DigiDestined and literally throws himself on Digimon in attempts to protect his friends, so you'd think he's some badass combatant yet actually Joe is the team's medic & a very responsible person; Takaishi "Keru" Takeru, coz he doesn't hesitate to punch the face of anyone intentionally messing with Darkness & sometimes is abrasive when he talks to people (even when they're his loved ones), so (similarly to Joe) it's easy to assume he's a violent person 'til you get to see his soft side; Wormmon, coz he's an insect Digimon that looks far more scary than cute yet he's as gentle as Gabumon; Hawkmon, coz he looks like a typical bird of prey yet in personality is more of a polite & caring older brother instead of a carnivore; Armadimon/Armadillomon, coz he is an armadillo dinosaur who looks scary yet in personality is simply a goofball.

Looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you — Ishida "Mat" Yamato, coz this DigiDestined by far scares me the most (except Ken was scarier during his time as the Digimon Kaiser/Digimon Emperor) due to his explicit willingness to kill his enemies & ('til he grew as a person) attack his friends making his aloofness feel more threatening than make him seem unapproachable; Tentomon, coz he's a giant bug whose digivolved forms are even bigger & scarier bugs and he once destroyed an entire pocket dimension as AtlerKabuterimon/MegaKabuterimon; Palmon, coz she's a plant lizard with poison attacks; Tailmon/Gatomon, coz she's introduced punching the snot out of 6 fellow Champion Digimon much bigger than her & the 2 being each other's fated adventuring platonic partners is the only reason she didn't murder Kari; Lopmon & Terriermon, coz the twins' horns mitigate their adorable appearance into seeming less approachable plus Lopmon spends most of his screentime as Wendimon plus Terriermon gains gun arms whenever she digivolves into her Champion form; Veemon, coz. he's a junvenile wingless dragon who'll headbutt the snot out of you before digivolving into 1 of his bigger forms which have very sharp claws & teeth.

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boltwrites · 1 year

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Hiiii love that you write for Cal! Could you do one where Cal and the reader (f) grew up together in the order, they really like each other, but thats obviously against the code. Then during order 66 they get separated and assume the other is dead. Then years later during the events of Jedi Fallen Order they run into each other again and admit their feeling then smut

A/N: this was a very detailed prompt! because there was so much going on (and i got a little carried away), there is no smut here. if you would like to request something else related to this specific y/n (an extension of this way too long post, the previously requested smut, etc), please send an ask! (also don't mind the fact that I managed to sneak my oc into this shhhh)

You've known Cal since you were both initiates - before you even became padawans and knew who your masters were

Being an initiate was always a little scary, especially since you didn't know if you would be chosen as a padawan, or else you could be sent to work elsewhere in the Order

You really didn't want that, because soon after you met Cal, you became close friends. You both did very well in your animal husbandry classes, and you bonded over being two of the few padawans who weren't scared of the non-sentient reptiles that Master Yoda challenged you all to handle

As young initiates who just became best friends, you and Cal did basically everything together - you always ate lunch next to each other, and you tried to help each other with your training as best as you could. Cal was always more in-tune with the Force than you were - but you were better with the initiate lightsaber training.

You were there for Cal when he was sensing some of his first Force echoes, and they weren't always happy ones

One particularly horrible experience was when you and Cal were tasked with cleaning up in the archives after the padawans had some sort of study session. You and Cal were racing to gather as many datapads and artifacts as you could, and had inadvertently strayed from where you were supposed to be cleaning, into an area where the Jedi masters usually studied

Cal ended up touching some Sith artifact, and he basically collapsed. It was terrifying seeing him like that, and you cried as you held him, until Master Jocasta came to help

As you both got older, you both became padawans. You were kind of surprised that Master Tapal would choose Cal as a padawan - Cal wasn't a troublemaker by any means, but he was always full of joy and made a bunch of jokes. He was always laughing and running around, and Master Tapal seemed so... serious

Your own master, a human called Master Andar, had specifically chosen you because of your talent with combat. She wasn't nearly as serious as Master Tapal, and because your masters weren't really friends...

You didn't get to hang out with Cal as much as padawans. You were often off-world on missions, being with a combat-specialized master

And then the Clone Wars happened

You had a lot of responsibility thrust on you all at once. You didn't have much time to think about your initiate friend, except when you desperately wanted someone your own age to talk to, to cry to. Everything about being a commander was so stressful, especially when you were only thirteen. Your own master didn't understand - she was so much older and more experienced. You wished your friend was there to talk to you

The last time you saw Cal was for a brief meditative leave on Coruscant. You hadn't seen him in over a year, at least. You didn't even see him before he called your name and almost tackled you in a tight hug

Of course, his master immediately chastised him, and he pulled away with an embarrassed blush. It was then that you realized just how much he had changed. You blushed too, but for a different reason - Cal was cute! You had no idea!

Your meditative leave was mostly spent with him. It was a little difficult to hide your crush, but your master had taught you about these things. They pass easily if you let them, and they're just because you're young. It was just difficult when Cal was laughing and smiling all the time, and when he shared some of the fruit he got for lunch with you

You didn't see him again after that for a long, long time. Only a few months after that last meeting, Order 66 was initiated. You were lucky - you and your master had been sent on a diplomatic mission. Your master had taken on the actual diplomatic task of protecting the senator and his court, and you were allowed to spend some time relaxing on the garden world he was from

Your survival wasn't without strife - you were left without your master, unsure if she managed to survive or not, with the detail of clones she had left with to complete her mission. You were truly alone, and it was hard for you to comprehend

For the longest time, you didn't even know what happened. You heard that the Jedi had betrayed the senate, but it wasn't until you finally met members of the rebellion that you realized exactly what had happened to the Jedi

In the time in-between, you had just tried to survive. Because everyone hated the Jedi, you hid yourself and changed your name. To you, your master had left you, your Order had abandoned you - there was no use associating with them. You probably even contemplated throwing away your lightsaber too, but it was just too sentimental for you to go through with it

You spent most of your time in a small farming village, doing your best to live your simple life on the garden world where you were stranded. That was, until you started to hear about what the Empire was doing. Your own village wasn't affected, but you couldn't ignore that injustice, even if you had severed yourself from your Jedi identity

You and a few other young people from your village became involved with the rebellion. Although they were far too militant for your tastes, you wanted to contribute. Your connection to the force had diminished, but your aim with a blaster was still impeccable, and with what little connection you had, you were still formidable in hand-to-hand combat

You soon joined the other partisans and Saw Gerrera on Kashyyyk

Where you were reunited with a familiar face

Cal didn't recognize you at first. Hell, if it wasn't for everyone saying his name (and maybe also that hair), you probably wouldn't have recognized him either. His hair was wild and unkept, he was with a crew of rebels you had never met, and most of all he was alive. He was safe

This time, you were the one that screamed his name and ran towards him. You had no idea if he recognized you - it had been over five years and you were both so much older

But his face immediately lit up when you called his name. He called yours out in return, almost incredulous. When you finally broke through the sea of partisans and threw yourself at him, he caught you easily in his arms and held you so tight you thought your ribs might break

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #star wars x reader #mine #asks #anon

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ohdudehesflirting · 1 year

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dream & their godly parents

warnings: blades swords swearing gay shit mentions of kissing and food I think

note: love pjo and nct sooo yeah

마크<3

defo big 3

i think Poseidon is the best match

in chilling in the dream

how he was ok with the cold ass water

ma boi yes.

when he finds out ab being able to control water

(also surprised he can talk w horses)

“whoa dude- what just happened”

“u have powers” “wtf”

also … his spider-sense

very agile in combat

outside the arena……

clumsy somehow??

different story for another day

don't let him near bows and arrows

my guy how did u manage to break 4 bows in the span of 3 minutes

he is clearly as confused as you are

“dude I'm as lost as u”

our Canadian boy<3

런쥔<3

did I make this whole post just to vent ab child-of-athena!renjun

ummm… ofcourse

every sane person would do that right ????

right????

n e gays

very smart

book and street

gives the best advice

very calm…. is……. yeah no one believed that

shouts a lot but outside of libraries

if u disrespect libraries u are done w him

gets lost in thought a lot

lots of spacing out

probably planning his next murder but u didn't hear it from me

very skilled w bow and arrow

with swords….. not so much

very charming in an unexpected way

loves owls bc they remind him of his mom

has read harry potter

avid hater

(has secretly watched the half blood prince 13 times and has a ppt of 40 slides ab why its the best movie)

ace <3

does not care ab sex

제노<3

big 3

100%

he is the one with the most Zeus vibes

or ares maybe

but I don't see him being conflictive

but he is sharp? if that makes sense

(it does not ik)

but yeah

very scary looking

has a reputation for being good at close combat

biggest softie ever

can sometimes control electricity

gets called sparkly fingers by jaem

bc when he's nervous he fidgets w the electricity

gets along w jaemin bc jaemin was very anti-social

and he was a social butterfly with no real friends

they are inseparable now

rumor says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me

bi wife energy but he's the bi wife

동혁<3

an Afrodite kid if I ever saw one

when he arrived to camp

he was the moment

the initial thought was that he was gonna be mean

bc that's how movie logic works

pretty= mean

don't blame me blame Hollywood

but he is an actual ray of sunshine

gets confused a lot w apollo kids

bc ma boi has pipes

gets along w everyone

but is not afraid to stand up for his friends

very extroverted and witty

has a good sense of humor and is street smart

met mark just as they were both discovering their powers

when he is close to a person he can see who they have feelings for

safe to say he saw Jeno and jaem

stuck w mark bc he could relate to him

ended up being soulmates

hyuck is a ray of sunshine

재민<3

hades…

yes

he is powerful and he knows that

likes that he can inspire fear

On the inside he loves romcoms and cries every time he watches the notebook

big softy

tsundere!!

was not close to a lot of people

no one except his brother and sister (irene and yoongi)

they adore each other so much

it's like they have their own language

but he had like o friends so when jeno approached him

he was surprised to say the least

likes being accompanied in silence

haTES small talk

would very much rather talk ab ones purpose on earth

or death too (pun kinda intended

talks ab deep shit w renjun

who he met through jeno

jeno says his coffee order comes from the depths of hell

(funny u say that )

jaem switches their drinks to see the disgusted expression on jeno’s face

(a simps behavior)

천러<3

apollo kid??

yeah

doesn't really fit in w his siblings

bc he has a darker aura

people mistake him for an ares kid

but he loves his siblings and his siblings love him

as an apollo kid he can sing v well

beautiful voice

but kinda shy to sing live

not scared to approach others

but prefers staying in his circle

really likes daggers

and is vv good w them

he trained mark for a bit

and then gave up bc he realized the canadian is helpless w any dagger or bow or anything except swords for a reason

arrived at camp w jisung

been stuck by the hip ever since

I see chenle where is jisung 🤨🤨 oh there he is hi ji

constantly giving each other gifts

fun fact his dagger was a jisung gift when they were finding their preferred weapon

lowkey like each other

they spend time near the auditorium

(word on the street says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me)

i love chenle

지성<3

CHILD OF ARESSSSS

tell me u don't agree🤨

impossible

cute but agile

he is vv shy tho

when he battles completely transforms

extremely talented w swords

when he first picked up one

he felt complete??

idk that's what he told chenle

his sword is made of celestial bronze

takes care of it more than his life

his sword was a gift from his dad

but his dad sent it by chenle

chenle jokes that he is the best gift-giver ever

training and fighting is very therapeutic for him

98% of the time is in the arena when he is not with chenle

trains with the straw dummies when he has a lot on his mind

“training w straw dummies is very mundane so it helps me think”

he is on the younger side out of all the campers

but has more experience than most of them

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naminethewriter · 6 months

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Change Is Scary

Two days late but here is the last story for @intrulogicalweek this year! Once again, it was lots of fun and I am amazed that I am still not tired of these dorks 🤭 Anyway, I couldn't help myself and again sneacked in some Intruloceit, though Janus doesn't make an actual appearance. If you want more context for this story, read Sk8er Boi which I wrote for last years Dukeceit Week! It's a prequel to this but not a necessary read to understand this one. Hope you enjoy! 💙💚

Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 23 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Remus loves Logan. He's falling in love with Janus. He hopes Logan will give him a chance, too.

Content Warnings: None!

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“Hey Lo, I’m home!” Remus called as he closed the door to their apartment behind him.

“Welcome back!” his boyfriend answered from what was most likely the living room. Remus quickly took off his combat boots and leather jacket before hurrying to find him. He was indeed in the living room, typing something on his laptop. Remus came to a stop in front of him, bouncing on his feet quietly as he waited for Logan’s signal that he was done.

His boyfriend made an audible click on something, let his eyes dance across the screen once more and then nodded. With a grin, Remus plugged the laptop off his lap and put it on the coffee table before taking its place.

“Hello darling, did you miss me?” he purred as he straddled Logan’s lap.

“I did, Cephy,” his boyfriend chuckled. “I hope you had an enjoyable day.”

“I did! I did! It was very fun, we—”

“Before you start telling me about it – and I do want to hear it,” Logan softly interrupted him, “I have some news for you.”

Remus’ interest was immediately piqued. “What?!” He leaned closer, their noses almost touching.

“The first recording of your new album arrived today.”

With a delighted screech, Remus sprung up and clapped his hands. “Play it, play it, play it!”

“I thought you might say that,” Logan chuckled and grabbed a remote that sat next to him. With one button press, their stereo started playing the newest song of Remus’ rock band and with an excited wiggle, Logan was pulled up and into Remus’ arms.

“Let’s dance!”

They twirled around their living room, Remus holding Logan close to his chest and humming along to the melody. The dance didn’t fit with the music, but Logan was used to that. When Remus got excited, he liked to hold his loved ones close and his usual dance moves didn’t allow for that, so instead he just hugged Logan close and spun around a bit.

It was a tradition at this point with every new bit of music they produced.

“It’s a good album, Cephy. You outdid yourself again,” Logan praised, and Remus kissed him enthusiastically.

“Wasn’t just me! You and Virgil and Pat and Ro all did a lot, too!”

“Of course.”

For a moment they just enjoyed the music until Remus’ initial burst of energy dissipated a bit. He still held Logan close and swayed along to the rhythm but stopped with the spinning. Logan was grateful, he was starting to get dizzy.

“I’d love to hear about your day now,” he reminded, smiling up at Remus, whose expression brightened.

“Oh, it was great! Jannie and I had lots of fun chugging the golf balls as far as possible!”

“Aren’t the courses in a mini golf park rather, well, small? I cannot imagine you had to shoot them all that far.”

“We didn’t!”

With a fond sigh, Logan dropped the topic. He should have known that Remus wouldn’t play the game as intended.

“As long as you didn’t hurt anyone, I guess that is fine, too.”

“We didn’t hit anyone. The owner wasn’t all too pleased with us though,” Remus giggled.

“I can imagine.”

“Jannie said he enjoyed himself though. He also asked about you, you know.”

Logan stiffened slightly in Remus’ arms. “Did he now?”

Remus stopped their dance entirely and grabbed the remote to turn the music down, though he kept his boyfriend close.

“He did. He’d really like to get to know you, too.”

“I know. I would like that as well.”

“But?”

Oh, Remus knew him too well. Nervously, Logan fiddled with Remus’ shirt, keeping his head low to avoid eye contact.

“But I still feel like it’s too early, don’t you? I mean, you just started going out, maybe we should wait to see if—”

Remus squeezed his shoulder to stop his rambling.

“I don’t think that’s actually your issue, is it, Lo Lo? Me and Janus is our thing, you don’t have to worry about us. And there’s nothing to worry about to begin with, we’re great. I really like him, and he likes me, too. And I’m sure you would like him as well if you gave him a chance.”

“I want to give him a chance. It’s just that I…” He trailed off but Remus didn’t push him. He knew that Logan sometimes needed to gather his thoughts before speaking. “I am worried. I know we both agreed that we are open to multiple partners and I am not taking that back. I love you and I am happy that Janus makes you happy as well. I… I am simple worried about managing two relationships at once, I have never done so before.”

“And that’s a valid thing to worry about,” Remus nodded. “It’s not gonna be easy, I mean, our relationship took a while to work out, too. But I’m here for you. And Jannie will understand it, too. I don’t want to share more than I should, but you know he’s trans and grew up in a rather conservative household. He understands how scary change can be and that some stuff will take time to figure out. None of us can expect this to go perfectly, so don’t think about it too much.”

“I know. I’m trying.”

“And I’m very proud of you for that.” Remus pressed a kiss into Logan’s hair. “If you need more time, I won’t push you. But maybe consider letting me invite him for tea or something? It doesn’t have to be anything big; it doesn’t even have to be a date. Just a conversation to start with, okay?”

Logan took a deep breath.

A conversation.

Yeah, he could do that.

“Yes. I’ll try and find something I am comfortable including him in.”

“Thank you, starlight.” Remus hugged him closer, nuzzling him contently. “I love you.” “I love you too, Cephy.”

#namiswriting #intrulogical week 2023 #day 7: rock n roll/music #intrulogical #background dukeceit #future intruloceit #ts remus #remus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #hurt/comfort #logan is insecure about maintaining two relationships at once #remus understands his worries and is doing his best to help #janus is only mentioned #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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bbkirbs · 1 year

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Everything She Wants | D.D

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader/Original Female Character

Word Count: 1,149 / Character Count: 5,691

TW/CW: S/A, violence, SH, gore, fighting, abuse(possibly)

Summary: Emma Grimes (18-year-old daughter of Rick and Lori Grimes. Older sister of Carl Grimes) struggles to find herself through the end of the world. Facing the loss of loved ones and fighting her own demons. As she learns to survive, she discovers feelings for someone she has never felt.

Author Note: Hello!! This is my first time writing fanfic for anything since 2015, so please bare with me. I appreciate any feedback. This story will be extended. Feel free to let me know what you think about anything in the future. I also want to mention that this story won't 100% align with the actual show, but it will follow the same timeline, I hope you enjoy

Chapter One: The Beginning

When it started, no one had any idea what was happening. My dad was just shot, and I had no time to process what happened to him before all hell broke loose.

I was a senior in High-School. I had just turned 18 this year. And the first thing I did when everything went down was grab carl from his school a block from mine and find mom.

After running back home, we found our mom and my dad's best friend, Shane, whom we call our Uncle. He told us he would protect us and that we would be safe with him.

"what about dad?" I ask in panic as Shane is filling the car with our clothes and other belongings (as well as food). "your dad died, Emma... I tried to save him, I really did, but I had no time; I needed to find you guys for him." I looked at Shane in shock; not knowing what to say, I grabbed my mp3 player from my backpack and hurried into the car. Tears escape from my eyes now, knowing my dad, my best friend, is gone, and I didn't even get to say goodbye.

After a couple hours, we found ourselves on a highway of some sort, a bunch of families wondering when we could start driving again. The whole thing was such a blur to me. The next thing I remember was everyone dying, screaming. It was a nightmare.

We had to set up camp with a group of others. We spent the next two months hunting for food and supplies, simply surviving on whatever we could find or already had. I was initially scared, but knowing my family and I weren't alone made it much easier and less scary. It seemed that my mom sure was not nervous or afraid anymore. There was no wait time between finding out dad died and her fucking dad's best friend.

I wouldn't have been able to know if they were better at hiding it. They make it so obvious. And sharing a tent with carl next to moms tent? I'm surprised carl can sleep through all their moaning and groaning every night.

For some time, I kept my mouth shut, making food for everyone and whatnot to keep my mind off it. But it was no use; my mom ended up finding out.

I walked out of my tent after a nap during the day, wanting some fresh air. Putting my combat boots back on my feet, I walk towards the forest to sit under a tree when I hear voices. I pull my pocket knife out "who's there?!" "Emma??!" I turn to my left to see my mom and Shane embracing. Shane manages to slip away, and it's just my mom and me.

"so I see you didn't wait to jump into his arms" I cross my arms. "Emma, my love life is none of your business." "it is my business when I can hear you and your little rebound fucking next to mine and Carl's tent." after I said that, I guess it struck a chord with mom because she ran away.

Sighing, I sit down under a large tree and rest my head back on it. After thinking, I hear footsteps and open my eyes, "it's just me, girl" I close my eyes again, knowing it's Daryl. "whatcha doin' out here anyway?" "Well, I wanted to get some fresh air, but I found my mom and Shane making out and told her upfront that I knew and could hear them having sex." "sounds bout right, saw her stormin' back to 'er tent cryin', was wonderin' what happened"

I sigh again, "I just wish my dad was here... that's all" "well, based on what I heard, I don't think he's dead. or at least, don't sound like anyone should be assumin'." I nod in agreement and sit closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. he doesn't pay any mind and continues to clean his arrows.

We sit for a bit under the tree in comfortable silence until we hear an engine revving really loud. "what's happening ?" "I don't know, but let's find out" Daryl and I get up from the ground and jog over to where the noise is coming from.

Glenn had just gotten back from his run and stopped the noise. He mentioned why he and the others he went with took so long, because of this new guy. They called out for him, and a car door opened.

It was my dad.

'Dad?!" I ran as fast as possible to my dad; Carl and I jumped into his arms. "I missed you so much," I said into his shoulder. "I missed you too, sunshine, and you too, Carl" dad kissed us both on the head and gets up to bring our mom into an embrace. I shake my head, turn to Shane, and shake my head at him, walking away from everyone.

While I was out sulking in the woods, my dad had handcuffed Merle to a pipe on a roof somewhere in the city, leaving him to die. Merle wasn't a good guy, but I don't think he deserved that.

Daryl was yelling at everyone who went out, including my dad, trying to fight and demanding they return and try to find him. Only a few people wanted to tag along. "I'll go with you to look for him, Daryl" "oh no, you're not, young lady", my dad walks up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"yes, I am. It's the least I can do for a new friend. I want everyone to be as safe and alive as everyone else. And I'm going to help Daryl get his brother." my dad gave me a softer look, "fine, but I'm coming with you and make sure you're safe" I rolled my eyes. Carl runs up to dad, "can I come too?" I crouch at eye level with Carl. "no, buddy, you can't; we need you here and safe; you can play with Sophia and mom. I promise we will be back very soon, and I can play with you too" Carl gives me a smile "okay",.

Carl runs back over to Sophia. My mom holds dads hand. "honey, you just got back, and now you want to leave? We haven't even gotten to sit down and spend time with you" "Lori, as much as I want to after having just gotten back, it's the least I can do, seeing as I am the one who handcuffed a guy to a pipe on a roof." my mom sighs, kissing him on the cheek "okay. Still, please be safe; I don't want to lose you again after just getting you back" "I will, I promise" after we say our goodbyes, we head off to the city to find merle.

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pal30 AND pal31. a package deal. i actually just forgot this post in my drafts last week & there's a lot of related stuff here anyways

A lot of people have talked about it and Number of the Beast is very scary to me. I've already seen people do math about the probability but even without that just listening I was like.... isn't that way too likely??! The wording of it too is so. Like it's cool flavor but it's also really awful... "If you ever roll 3 sixes you are killed in a spectacular fashion and are claimed by whatever terrible power most interested in your soul [...]" Hm. I'm frankly not sure how I feel about it. I guess, like always, it would depend on the framing it's given but just on paper it feels bad to think about Clem getting them after they finally managed to break free. I'm not even a Figure-head like some of my mutuals but I really really want to see them continue on this path (pal31 note: I love the new "Using this new lease on life on violence would be a waste" hook. It reminds me of Valence.) ... Also. Well. Still thinking about Austin being like wow finally I have someone onscreen for Perennial to communicate to (that isn't Clem). I want that too...

I'm not 100% on Armour Astir rules still but does the Investigator as a support playbook not have a mech? They don't, right? (I do HAVE the book, but I haven't closely read it, mostly skimmed over moves.) Of course a class like this has different advantages and I'm loving the Investigator so far but I WILL just miss Keith mech combat. He's so good at making really effective characters, but I guess Phrygian was kind of a high point for that (one-shot kills, baby!!!!! god. Phrygian ruled).

Speaking of Keith characters. The bit to get in the bathroom felt so much like being stuck in a point & click adventure game and you look around and talk to the person there & try like 3 things that don't work & then you go oh RIGHT I have this tool I forgot about because I never used it before! So that was fun to me. God I just enjoy Eclectic so so much.

And I really loved Keith losing it at the fact that the first thing he did was stalk a guy & follow him into a bath room. On a whim. It's sooooooooo funny I love you Eclectic it makes perfect sense to me Leap would be like yeah I trust this guy to handle this & send him. It just paints a picture that I like looking at. A lot (pal31 note: And he IS competent he does his job he's just also a weirdo. Just like Leap...)

I'm a bit. Hm. Connadine? I guess I should wait to see how that develops but it's kind of like... I guess don't want Jack's cool guy to be no-sold (?). I don't even think that's something I need to worry about, because Austin just wouldn't do that, but it was a thought/feeling I had and I want to catalogue it at the very least.

Other than that. Oh what great scene. I was cackling. "Bro's out here cruising" "Look, a clue's a clue"

EDIT: I don't think I took any notes on this but godddd the intro!!!! Who does it like Friends at the Table!!! Incredible work. I imagine it might've worked even better for ppl who hear that voice reguarly (I don't have tiktok & only watch ones on my dash basically). I also am... just kinda interested in the production/making of that tbh. I don't know how the tiktok thing works, but I know that with other voices like that it matters a lot how you type text because it can change intonation. And if it was put in as one text vs singular sentences, and if that changes anything? I mean it was edited for timing obviously, but I just wonder how much vs the initial input. Interesting to me.

Let's start with the Connadine business since that's what I ended on. It was good. I looooved the conversation on the rooftop. Eclectic's cracked face. Connadine's risk of "curious", Austin saying something like "it would be easier for him to not be curious about this person interrogating him". Likeeeee. OK. There was an energy. To me. There was. Which is just funny because it's never ever coming from Keith but his weirdguys are just so compelling to people around them aren't they... A SHORT ASIDE: read this good fanfic recently. grey to black by tenworms. And I already thought about ways synthetic beings can show intimacy or perform pleasure(...strange way to phrase it but it's what I've got rn) recently because I had Leap/Figure A on the brain for 4 days straight, just stuck up there (and it's a bit different there again because Leap is Equiaxed, right. And also I've developed specific opinions on their relationship or how they express it but anyways). All that to say idk what's up in that regard with Delegates, it may similar, it may even be a little weirder again because they're part Divine and maybe sometimes a little magic, but you know. At the very least. He COULD have fingered that old man ASIDE FINISHED Nevermind all that I read @/swallowtaileds post saying Eclectic should start a Gravity Clock with him and I would really love that! Great idea. He's got free spots anyways. Hopefully ensuring Connadine to show up again? Then again, he did sound like he thought it'd be best to get off-planet... Which doesn't necessarily mean /he/ plans to, but I would guess that was the case. I wouldn't want to see my replacement come in, but yknow. Hm!!!! Jack!!!!! (This is the second time in the past week a FatT episode has made me go "Jack!!!" in an incredulous tone. The first time was the introduction of the hole in Grandpa's Farm. Which is so concerning to me.)

It does feel kind of weird that the Paint Shop is just felled this uncerimonsoul unceremoniously (edit: I cant believe I forgot to fix that. This word has entirely too many vowels). Eclectic just did that... On his first mission out... and it wasn't even the mission he was on (!). And like, it makes sense for it to be that easy because it was literally planned and aided By the head of the Paint Shop. And I think this is something that will have the most interesting repercussions for the next faction game, and I have no doubt something really sick will come about with it. So while I don't really care for it now (funny factor aside. Love this for u Eclectic.) I'm taking it as a "wait and see" thing. Also like. What is Eclectic doing now. Like in this sortie? I guess he could keep investigating but he did already get some info.? And I don't know, but it doesn't extremely seem like the other side is gonna wrap up super quickly. I did just remember he still has like, all of his B-Plot points or whatever, so he should probably use those to help the rest of the crew, but also. I don't know it's like whatever happens he Already Basically Felled A Pillar (and Jade Kill most likely will do the actual felling, but come on).

Quick Gur mention: I cheered YES! out loud when Dre failed that roll (sorryyy) and then went Noooo..!!! a few minutes later when they rerolled and succeeded. Very funny for Gur to just pop in going "You can't simply leap into holes!!!" I love him soooo much. I'm back to hoping for Figure to fail rolls, and honestly it's bad for them to roll too well anyways, so really. Who's to say if that's bad or good.

And just bc of my recent Integrity post I have got to mention this: a scepter huh!!! A scepter! Just after losing(?) Dahlia, a ruler twice-over. Something to be held, or wielded. Something no longer in connection with its pilot! This Integrity does not demand intimacy. Or it won't have it, not from these people (reading @/madetolooklikeus' posts earlier)... I still have my thoughts on what I think is interesting to happen to/with Integrity but they have shifted substantially. I am sitting and stapling my fingers like that one guy and having thoughts...! HM!

EDIT: OH RIGHT actual plot stuff on the other side: Nideo huh. Well I'm suspecting STEREOMA I guess? Bad to hear about what Nideo has been up to on the moon though. Horrible in fact. Oh I really don't want that second clock to take something that isn't theirs to finish... Chimeric Cadent.... : (

New hooks and gravity clocks are over both these episodes so I'll just put it here. I already mentioned Figure's new hook above, and I really like it. And not to just repeat myself, but it DOES remind me of Valence. This would be an outlook they had. They could've said something like that. It is also just a direction many Dre characters go to, I think, but of course Valence stands out with the direct connection to this season via the last, and also of course to Brnine. (I know people always go on about character haunting a narrative and sometimes it's like nah that guy just died but Valence Truly For Real IS.) Speaking of Brnine. "I'm living on borrowed time, keep up their fight." is crazyyyyyy Brnineeeeee with the survivors guilt!!! Oh it's yummy. To me. It was a bit funny to me when they were like oh is that a plural they? and had a little hehe about it because I straight-up had not thought that it wasn't. ...It's of course very fun and tragic and sexy for it to be about just Valence but I WOULD like it to be about Phrygian and S.I. and other people they've had to leave behind too. I think that can both be true though too with the way Brnine avoids to even think of them(Valence). God. Living on borrowed time... I forget who said it, Dre or Ali, but it really does play nicely with Figures new hook. OH and then with the new Thisbe clock for Brnine!!!! Augh!!! "Brnine is capable but brittle. Their success and survival is the only way forward." Oh... and I wonder how Ali will word Brnines new clock for Thisbe on the other side. It's so interesting in the way she talked about it, how that relationship might differ now. I need it I want it to turn around in my head. God these two are truly just so. I will never ever forget about "Operant Broun lies to me because they believe I am a person." Janine is just so good at this.

#i did have another joke re: eclectic and connadine but. i shant say #palisadeposting #palisade spoilers #i feel like i forgot something but. yeah who knows perhaps it will come to me. or not. fun eps though #today my walk was actually longer than the episode which hasnt happened in a while lol.

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JTTW Chapter 30 Thoughts

Chapter 30 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!

So this fiend is pretty smart to deduce the situation this quickly and accurately.

I do wonder if Baihua Xiu has ever asked to visit her parents sometime. The fact that her husband said “Why do you still think only of your parents […]” makes me believe she might be talking about them at least once in a while. Though in all seriousness it is only natural for her to miss them and you can’t get by with only a single person to rely on for social interaction. Does she even have any friends? No human ones, I’m pretty sure about that.

Ah domestic abuse, not cool buddy. It appears this was the first time he did something like that, but he better take action to make amends and that it never repeats.

And he does take action, that’s a good start. Nevertheless the mere fact that she doesn’t feel like she can openly talk with her husband already shows that this marriage isn’t all that. She’s putting up a front from what we’ve seen and heard thus far.

Now it wouldn’t surprise me if Baihua Xiu thought ‘Damn, why can’t he change into this form more often.’.

Oooh, foreshadowing in what is deemed a tall tale, very clever on the writer’s part!

Though how can the king believe this so easily? He has the letter from his daughter after all, which tells a whole different story!

I do very much appreciate that the poem said ‘tiger scary, but also really cool’!

Awww, Bailong Ma called Sun Wukong his Big Brother! While calling the other two by their nicknames, we can clearly see who he’s more attached to.

Also hey, the horse is doing something for a change!

That combat poem is a bit confusing in which line belongs to which individual. I think the first of every pair of lines refers to the demon and the second to the dragon until “The silver dragon flew and danced; The yellow demon flipped and flopped.” when it becomes the other way around for the last two pairs of lines.

While Zhu Bajie is still cowardly here, he is not without reason. After all it already showed that he can’t win on his own, so getting backup is the best course of action.

Though insulting the horse, who has shown greater initiative than him this Arc. Tsk, tsk.

Hehe, he totally forgot Bailong Ma was a dragon, didn’t he?

Once again, awww! Makes sense Bailong Ma would vouch for Sun Wukong like that. He likely took great care of the horse all this time after all.

I do really enjoy stories making use of unique character traits and anatomy.

Sun Wukong really said ‘Where’s your business card?’.

HA! Cloud-scraper instead of skyscraper, now that got a laugh out of me!

Very wise of Zhu Bajie to go with the local cuisine. Something people should do in general if they travel to a different place. It brings new experiences and if you are so clever as to go out of your way to see where the locals dine you tend to get the best and tastiest version of said experience.

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #zhu wuneng #zhu bajie #bai longma #Yellow Robe Demon #Baihua Xiu #jttw reading group #jttw book club

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Vega's Kaku Kaku no Mi Creations

Vega is said to have made many creations when she ate the Kaku Kaku no Mi at the age of 9. When she made her stories, the main characters in them were manifested through the combination of her writing, drawing, & the fruit's powers.

They have their own personalities & they each gave themselves the names that they have. This was done as they are sentient beings & Vega wanted to give them the freedom of choosing for themselves.

They are nearly indistinguishable from actual humans or beings of the same species. The only setbacks are that they don't seem to age & that they don't need to eat food to survive. It's unknown if they are capable of reproducing as no one has really made an attempt to figure out if they do.

Here's a bit about a few of them

Corvallis Miosottis (left): A creation who was made to be a citizen of the Frauce Kingdom, but has some heritage to the Vodka Kingdom as well. Yet this seems to be up to debate by the other citizens in the story he's in.

He may look normal for the most part… though that's because he chooses to look the way he does as the story he's written in is an Eldritch/cosmic horror story Vega wrote. Even in his human form, he's a very capable fighter. It's not known how old he is, but he's supposed to look about 30 at most.

Altair Segoviano (right): A creation made to be a citizen of Dressrosa. He's said to be quite a talented swordsman in combat before he departed on his adventures with Luxe for some time. He initially appears to be a serious looking & ruthless individual, but he is actually a sweet & caring soul to those he gets close to.

He enjoys writing poetry in a journal, which has been written by Vega to contain an infinite amount of pages. This would be a connection to how Vega would occasionally write poetry. His birthday falls on January 28th & was said to appear like he was 25 years of age at most.

Vladimir Crescenzo: A creation made to be a citizen of the Vodka Kingdom, as a butler working for a noble family before departing on very good terms in the story he was in. He enjoys preserving history & literature of old, finding such to be fascinating to him. This may be in connection to how Vega tends to add bits of history to her many stories.

Also like Vega, he has wings that he can manifest at will. He stands at about 7’8’’. His weapon was written to be a heavy & oversized candelabra 3 candle holder, standing at over 8 feet. He's said to have a wife in the story he was in, who later became another creation of Vega’s. Her name is Jennevieve. He appears to be in 40s.

Astrid Imogen: A creation who was made to be a citizen of the Ryugu Kingdom. She looks cute & sweet at first, but was also written to be cruel to those who harm her friends & loved ones.

While she dies in the fairy tale story she was the main character in, she still lives on as a creation of Vega's… just not as cruel as her story counterpart. She also seems more child-like in personality, which may be her only connection to her creator. Her birthday is June 21st & was written to be 19 years old.

She is the adoptive daughter of another creation of Vega’s, who goes by Adonis Fujimoto. Vega surprisingly did not write that to be a thing. It just happened because Astrid kept calling him Papa to the point he accepted her as his daughter.

Luxe Urielam: He's Vega’s first creation when she ate the Kaku Kaku no Mi at age 9. He originally didn't have any place of origin, but was later given mixed Goa & Eigis Kingdom heritage when she started remaking his story to publish. The story of origin is written as a saga series & is still being written by Vega in the current day.

From what Vega has written, Luxe is an individual who was devoted to his dreams to the point where he would do anything to make sure they would come true, no matter how long it took. But he can also be scary to others at times when it comes to protecting his loved ones. May or may not be possessive as well.

Yet his past is unknown, with it only being known by Vega. All that is known is that he liked to travel around & write details down about his journey in journals, much like his creator. He seems to be the exception to the non-aging rule up until he stopped during pre-timeskip, appearing at 26 years of age.

As of the current books that she has released of the series, known as the Guiding Flame, Luxe seems to have found a new resolve after a life changing incident during his travels & pursues it with all his heart. By pure coincidence, he seems to have an uncanny appearance to someone else in Vega’s life. But that uncanny look only served as more inspiration to the person they look similar to.

#Luxe having no image is not a mistake #I haven't commissioned someone to draw him yet #sweet ramblings of mine #oc: vega lustirra

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.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Jude's POV

My heart is beating out of my chest and not at all for the reason it probably should be. It’s too quiet, so I’m well aware of how audible my shallow breaths are. I open my mouth to say more but it’s so dry I end up coughing instead.

“Ew,” someone mutters, and I finally glance from Cardan to behind him where another person stands, watching aptly. He’s tall and pale, his hair is nearly silver and his light blue eyes are red rimmed as if they were swollen. He’s wearing all white and my heart rate rises at the thought of being initiated into some kind of cult. He’s pretty, but also unnervingly scary. When he talks, his voice is low and a bit raspy. “Here, take this.” He passes Cardan a plastic bottle of water and I take it warily after he opens it, trying not to let the shaking of my hands be so noticeable.

“Drink up,” Cardan tells me. The night we met, he had been dressed in black from head to toe, even when he had given me his sweatshirt, he still had on a long sleeve black shirt underneath. His hair had been much longer too, a skew of curls I wanted to run my hands through. Now its shorter at the sides, a little longer on the top and not at all obscuring tattoos down his neck I had barely been able to see that night. He’s also wearing white and I grimace, lifting the bottle to my lips. Water trickles down my knuckles and its hard to look away from the amused quirk of his brows.

I sniff the bottle and he rolls his eyes, “It’s not poisoned. Trust me, we’ve had more than enough time to slit your throat if we wanted to.”

My hands shake a little harder but I sip from the bottle.

“I hope you don’t go for the throat,” the man behind him says in plea. “It’s not very pretty to sew back.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper, my eyes starting to prick.

“Valerian,” Cardan sighs, “I told you to lay off on the creepy shit.” His eyes are lidded, like he’s tired. My eyes move down his face, and I realize he’s got a bump in the bridge of his nose – maybe he’s broken it once or twice. His lips move slowly, or maybe I’m just not quite catching up to speed. His jaw is cut, his neck is covered in ink, that dip down his sternum, over his shoulder, beneath his shirt that’s thin enough to let me know they travel even further. He’s sitting in front of me, legs spread, and I’m relieved that his jeans aren’t white as well. Combat boots are dirty, and they tap unevenly against tiled floors. My feet are dangling off the seat, pink and blue fuzzy socks are splattered a dark red color. I can’t stop staring, not until a finger hooks under my chin, forcing my gaze to Cardan.

“Quite finished?” I glance behind him, guessing Cardan must have dismissed Valarian, because he’s nowhere to be seen. It’s then I notice the door behind him, and the photos above the frame all systematically placed along the walls. They look like tattoos, a lot in traditional style but all in shades of gray and black. One makes me do a double take, glancing from the small dagger illustrated in a frame, to the much smaller one just beneath Cardan’s ear.

I must be imagining the blood dripping from the tip and trickling down his skin, because when I blink, it’s gone. “Did I kill someone?”

“No,” he says, bluntly, eyes narrowing. “You shot him in the throat. He was still alive, so I killed him.”

“You…” I shiver, feeling my flesh raise in cold bumps, it’s more scary not remembering it. I feel like I’m relapsing. I thought being away from Dad would help, but maybe I should have cut ties and opted to dorm instead living in his house. I feel the downward tilt of my lips. How long have I been out? I remember seeing Cardan and someone else, before, confused that I was shot at and even more confused that I was no longer alone in my living room. “Where were you?” My brows furrow. “You disappear for weeks and the first time I see you, you point a gun at me?”

“You missed me,” he says, and when I find his eyes again, he looks pleased, but not surprised. Countless nights using his sweatshirt as pillow has my cheeks on fire.

“Where am I?” I twist my body, taking in more of the room. There’s another door behind me, a long countertop with various inks and needles, stencil sheets, a printer, a safe. A tattoo parlor, maybe, but it’s so small. I set the water bottle between my legs and rub my hands up and down my thighs. I’m wearing pajama shorts and probably a matching top, starting to feel much colder now that I’m aware. I rub at my skin a little harsher, but there’s a stiffness to my arm. “What time is it?”

“Jude,” Cardan says, voice sending a prick down my spine. He seems annoyed, which is ridiculous seeing as I’m the one who’s hostage here. Although, my hands and feet aren’t restrained, and I think his friend might have cleaned my wound, but would he stop me if I got up and walked away? Would I even know where I even was to find my way home? Is home even safe anymore? He snaps his finger in front of my eyes and my gaze locks on him.

“I never did tell you my name,” I point out. That night has replayed in my head countless times. I remember everything about it, so I keep going back to it, just to make sure the memory remains intact. “How did you know?”

He gets up and I lean back, startled to have him in my space so suddenly. He smells like he did that night, like citrus and cedar. It makes my head swim. He thumbs at my eyelid and I blink, or try to, at least. Up close, I realize his eyes are a deep brown and not exactly the color of midnight as I had thought. My reflection is unbecoming in them. When was the last time I ran a brush through my hair? “What are you doing?” it comes out as a whisper.

“Checking if you’ve got a concussion,” he murmurs. His breath smells like…juice.

I scrunch my nose. “I don’t like orange juice,” I let him know. I feel lightheaded looking into his eyes.

“What’s your name?” Cardan asks me, suddenly, releasing my eyelid, but his warm hands come to cup at my face, fingers splaying behind my ears and grazing at my nape. He moves my head, this way and that. I fumble and grasp on to his hip.

I eye him warily, “Jude, don’t you already know?”

“Checking if you did,” he mutters. My grip on him tightens then my fingers flex, feeling the warm skin under his shirt, letting me know he’s definitely real. “Who were they? Ren and Stimpy,” he clarifies and that confuses me. “What did they want from you?” I try to think back, but going past seeing Cardan’s face has my blood pumping faster. I hear it rushing in my ears, as I try to place those two men. “Hey,” Cardan says, a little quieter. A little softer. “Breathe,” he tells me, “slowly.”

My hands tremble but I force myself to hold them steady. I pull away from him, my stomach drops and I feel ready to vomit, but my fingers work on their own accord, and suddenly there’s click. Cardan pauses, eyes blinking in first confusion, then disbelief. His lip twitches. He lets go of my face and I aim his gun to his stomach.

“That was really fucked up,” I tell him with a frown. He backs away slightly, hands up in surrender. “You held this to my head,” I accuse. I’m giving myself a headache, fighting for control of my body. I’m usually in autopilot when I pull off stuff like this. I hope the shock of pulling it off is not evident in my tone, because the truth is, I’m so beyond my element and completely aware of my mobility, that it’s jarring to say the least.

He lets out a short laugh. “It definitely feels different having that pointed at me.”

He eyes the gun cautiously when I use it to gesture around us. “Are you a tattoo artist?”

Cardan shrugs, “Why, thinking of a getting a rose somewhere?” he uses his pointer finger to gesture to the middle of his chest, then folds it and raises his thumb, “Good spot.”

“I don’t think I’d trust a serial killer to ink me up.”

He grins now, so sweet it makes my stomach flip. “Nothing serial about my kills,” he confesses, saying a lot without saying much at all. I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I wish my dad were here. I have no real idea on how to handle any of this. Can Cardan tell there’s a tremor in my hand? Is it just me, or are my siblings in danger, too? Last I spoke to my eldest sister, Vivienne seemed fine exploring the Amazon with her girlfriend. I haven’t spoken to Taryn in ages, but I doubt she’s back from her trip. But Oak… Oak is just a few miles away. “Well,” Cardan muses, pulling me from my thoughts, “I might have an affinity towards arson.”

“Arson?”

He looks very much at ease for someone who’s about to get his kneecaps blown. “Yeah, baby,” he tells me, “You know. Boom.”

“I know what arson means,” I glare, my fingers going clammy against the gun. I know if it comes down to it, I will absolutely pull this trigger, but I hope it doesn’t come down to it. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, I’m not going to blow you up if that’s where you're headed. I told Valerian I’d keep your body intact and all that.” I suppress a shiver, focusing on his face, his nose, where I can’t quite tell if that bump on the bridge is endearing.

“You said you weren’t going to kill me – that night, in your truck.”

“Maybe I’m a liar.”

My body tenses so hard its unbearable. “Don’t…” I have to clear my throat, “Don’t give him my body.” Thoughts of Valerian dressing my corpse evade my mind and to my horror, its more funny than I want it to be.

I’m pulled from my thoughts. “Jude,” he’s closer to me when he says my name again, exasperated now. I’ve gone off topic, maybe. I do that a lot. I wish he could read my mind, it would be far easier than having to select one sentence at a time. “Ren and Stimpy,” Cardan brings them up again. “What could they have possibly wanted from you?”

I shrug. The night I met Cardan, I asked if I was going out of the fire and into the frying pan. I think I passed Go and am directly in line to catapult myself into the sun. “Money?” maybe something to do with whatever was on the laptop I destroyed. Maybe something to do with my Dad but I don’t tell him that. For all I know, my basement was probably full of dead bodies and I wouldn’t know how to explain that. I guess there’s a lot of things I'm unsure how to explain, in retrospect. “Were you watching me?”

“Yeah,” he says bluntly. “You should probably start closing your curtains.” Before I can even process that to be embarrassed, he asks, “How often did you think about me? I’m good at reading lips,” he informs me. “And you’ve said my name nearly every time your fingers got between your thighs.” My mouth parts in shame, more so not because of what he’s saying, but because when he places a hand to my thigh, I feel the high of anticipation. He eyes my lips when he tells me, “It’s okay, I’ve been thinking about you since the party, too. Thought of skull fucking you so hard, your brain would ooze out of your ears.” I swallow thickly, and he places his palm on either side of my thighs, not fearful of the loaded gun in my hands, I guess. “You know,” Cardan tilts his head. “You’ve got demon eyes.”

I gasp, head moving back in surprise, said eyes widening in shock and probably offense. He’s definitely the first person to ever tell me something like that. He grins and I don’t think it’s as saccharine as I did before. it’s all wicked, like he knows his comment stings. “Your eyes get so vacant, baby. Soulless.” I can’t look away from his own piercing gaze. I feel like he sees into my very dark soul. “It’s creepy,” he admits. He leans even closer, and I can’t lean back any further. The tip of his nose touches mine. I can taste his sweet breath when he says, “It kinda gets me hard.” I squeeze my thighs together, the crackle of the water bottle between my legs making my stomach coil, and my breath stills.

“They clearly wanted something I didn’t have – Ren and Stimpy,” I tell him quietly, adapting his nicknames for them, trying to ignore his proximity.

He hums, and I can practically feel the vibrations reach my skin and maybe under it too. “Maybe so.”

“I guess I know why they want me,” or at least, maybe who sent them, I don’t say. “But… why do you want me?”

He lifts an eyebrow and it feels like it should be obvious in the way that he looks at me, I guess I can convince myself that it kind of is and maybe he can play along to torture me, but we both know that isn’t what I mean. “King…?” I test out the name he said that night at the party. It tastes bitter, along my lips, makes my heart ache against my ribcage. “You came to save me” I guess at this, “and I can’t help but wonder if this is better or worse.”

His pelvis presses into my knees, and I part my legs on instinct. The bottle falls to the ground and I idly wonder if I had closed it properly or if it’s spilling on to the floor. I suck in my breath when he slips easily between my thighs. I think of how well we fit and how bad of an idea this is. Hadn’t I imagined this scenario countless times, trying to fall asleep at night? It’s all types of wrong when the chance suddenly arises. I didn’t think there’d be a gun between us. Maybe I shouldn’t be too surprised about that though.

He leans even closer, yet he doesn’t actually touch me, which seems like an incredible feat. I thin sheet of paper could fit between us. “I’m not sure yet,” he says quietly. He grabs my knees suddenly and I jump. He slides his warm hand up my thighs and I feel my body throb in anticipation. He holds my gaze, eyes steely and impossibly darker than I’ve ever seen them. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and he slides the pads of his digits across taught skin. My stomach contracts and he lets out an amused huff.

Suddenly something cold is pressed above my navel and I know he revels in the fear my face shows. I hold his gaze, but I can’t feign indifference. When had my grip loosen? He flicks the safety off and even though two men had broken into my house and there’s no doubt in my mind they would have killed me or worse, I’m more scared now, looking into Cardan’s eyes, knowing that he won’t kill me. “Don’t you ever,” he enunciates, “fucking try to point my own gun at me again.” ‘You dumb fucking, bitch’ his eyes surely say, and I wouldn’t be surprised because I’m definitely thinking along the same lines. He slips the gun from under me and points it to my head. I yelp at the bang when he shoots and it fires just centimeters from my face, hitting its mark in the wall behind me.

A sob escapes me, involuntarily, and it takes me a moment to realize I was holding on to the leather of the seat beneath me so hard, I’ve teared into the fabric. “Next time, it’s going in your skull,” he promises.

He takes the hand from my thigh and wraps it into my hair, tugging my head back. He swipes his tongue along my cheek, licking away the tears that had fallen. I am disgusted with my body’s response to the rough pad of Cardan’s tongue caressing the heat in my cheeks. He lets loose my hair then secures his gun, before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out plastic strips. “Wh – What are you doing?” he grabs my hand, forcing my palms together and secures my wrists with a zip cable tie. Its pink. I think he’s teasing me. It matches my current sleep attire.

Cardan takes another tie and loops it through the arm of the chair and attaches it to mine. “Stay put,” he steps back as if to admire his work. He snatches the bottle from the floor and looks at the mostly empty bottle it in deliberation. I wince, realizing it had actually spilled. I scrunch my nose, and sink deep into the chair, praying he doesn’t attempt some form of water torture on me. In a tattoo shop of all places. He finally places the bottle on a counter and heaves out a heavy sigh while running a hand through his hair. As if guessing my thoughts, “I don’t like to torture people,” he says quietly, maybe to himself more than me. I guess his unspoken words are that, I’m the exception, isn’t it? He reaches and pats my cheek, then walks away without even a second glance at me. My heart hammers into my ribs and I call after him.

“Wait!” I yell, but the door is slammed shut and I’m left by myself. I'm embarrassed at all the liquid coming from my eyes, and leaking from my nose. I can hardly reach to shoulder them away, but even as I attempt to, the tightness I had felt before is gradually starting to run hot with pain. “Cardan!” I call again. I plead and I beg, to nothing and no one, not wanting to be alone like this. Had he timed everything that perfectly? To torture me when the medicine wears off? I tell myself that I’ve gone through worse, that this is just a scratch – but I trusted my Dad; I definitely don’t trust Cardan. “Cardan!” I yell again, throat going hoarse. I yank at the restraints, knowing how easy it is to break them, but my arm stings like a bitch and the tears come more out of frustration than anything else. “Fuck,” I cry, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” I yell. “And I don’t have demon eyes, you prick,” I seethe, glaring at the door. “Come back,” I plead, deflated now. I slump back against the chair, leaning my head back until the light stings my eyes. I try to call out for the other man, the one Cardan called Valerian, but it’s just as useless.

“Hey,” someone snaps a finger in front of me. My eyes flash open in an instant, on high alert. I jump, forgetting my wrists have been restrained, then wince when I look down to see a raw strip of skin where the plastic has rubbed against. I look up again, recognizing the blonde man from the whole home invasion fiasco. Whereas Valerian was all pale and the embodiment of death, this man is all golden and far too bubbly for my current situation. His hazel colored eyes are blown out and that makes me uneasy. His eyebrow piercing glints when he moves to sit on the spinning chair in front of me. It’s a bit annoying how handsome the three of them are for a trio of absolute maniacs. “Morning, Whistler.”

My brows knit. “Whistler?” I try not to let out any indication that my throat stings and that it bothers me that my voice is so broken.

“Yeah,” he spins a few times on the chair, a blur of black and gold with his dark attire. I close my eyes, feeling nauseous just looking at him. “From Blade. She’s good with arrows. And hot as all fuck.”

“Okay…” I take a deep breath, “Right, and that makes you…?” I fish for his name.

The squeaking sound the chair had been making stops and I open my eyes just a bit to see he’s grinning at me. He gives me a wink when he sees I'm looking. “I’m your Ghost, of course, here to haunt you until I'm told to stop. But don’t actually count on that happening.” He talks so fast, I feel a headache coming on. Hadn’t he been the one to shoot me?

“Are you here to untie me?”

“Probably not, but I got you food.” He reaches behind him to the counter and shakes a red box at me. “King said to get you a Happy Meal and an M&M McFlurry. How old are? Like five?” he laughs, “Just kidding, I already know. Ugh,” he looks down to my hands. They might be bleeding. “That’s hella gross. Dain’s gonna be pissed if that gets on his floors. I’ll have to dump peroxide over it later.” He opens the box and rummages for a bit before pulling out a single fry. He scoots over and waves the piece over my lips. I open my mouth, but he quickly pulls away.

“That was kind of mean,” I mumble, knowing he hears when my stomach growls in protest.

He ignores me. “So you and Sophie, huh?”

“Who?”

He blinks, eyes narrowing, “Yeah, King said you were good at not chatting. I guess you won’t say who killed her either, huh?”

“I don’t…” I trail off when he eats the fry. He grimaces and picks another fry, this time, shoving it in my mouth. Its super salty, but I chew it dutifully.

“Don’t look at me, its fucking weird.” That would be the second time in one day where someone has pointed out how ugly my eyes are. “It makes me feel like that scene in Shrek with Puss in Boots.” He does not further elaborate. He reaches back for a small cup with a straw sticking out, then holds it out for me. I bend my head and take a sip, swallowing before wrenching my head back and making a gagging noise. I should have told Cardan that I hated something like water or fruit punch.

He frowns then takes a sip himself. “What the fuck is your deal? It’s just OJ.” He feeds me another fry, “So where’d you learn to shoot like that? Camp?” my face must give away the answer because he nods, and says, “Yeah, knew it.” This one-sided conversation is titillating. I think back on my days at summer camp with a grimace. I may have cut ties with Dad, but would he notice me missing on the security feeds? Would he care? Was this one of his schemes, maybe? Ren and Stimpy did look a little familiar if I try to think back on them, but doing so gives me a migraine. “Reworked your cameras, by the way,” Ghost says, taking a nugget from the bag and biting into it. It’s as if he’s read my mind, “They’re just re-looping some hand-picked days, in case you’re wondering. My five favorite episodes of the Jude Show.”

He gives me the other half of the nugget, “You know what’s crazy?” I have a plethora of responses, but I focus on chewing my food. “Whatever was on that laptop is completely wiped.”

“I broke it,” I point out.

He rolls his eyes, “The cloud is forever. Anyways, your weird manic episode has nothing to do with the wiping of the hard drive. I was just pointing out that it is weird. Everything about you is weird. Its kind of arousing,” he jests, sounding less serious than when Cardan had told me something similar.

“How long have I been here?”

“Few hours, seven maybe. Seven is a lucky number.” I don’t know what he means, but I don’t take much of what he’s saying to heart, especially when he reaches into the inside of his jacket and pulls out a skinny blunt. I watch him light it, then let loose a puff of smoke between his lips. Should he be mixing uppers and downers while keeping watch over me?

“What’s going to happen to me?” Ghost reaches and sets the blunt between my lips, then grabs more fries to feed himself. I don’t really know what to do, nor am I sure he’s aware of what he’s done, but I inhale a bit of it, anyways. Something about when in Rome and all that.

“Shit, if I know. Weird that he tied you up so quickly though, that seems like a forth date type of thing.” He wiggles his eyebrows, making the piercing dance. “Fifty Shades,” he points out.

“Is he going to kill me?” I try again, eyeing the toy he pulls out of the Happy Meal box to examine. Its pink. “Cheer Bear,” I say, not as annoyed with this one as I was with Funshine.

“Maybe,” he shrugs and pockets the toy. “Kind of hoping he won’t, but, I mean. Don’t hold your breath on it, babygirl.”

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ironbonds · 1 year

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Drabble based on this post by @playertwotails

It wasn’t supposed to be something hard, the two of them were just going into town to pick up materials and parts for him to continue working on his newest inventions. It wasn’t supposed to be something trauma inducing or otherwise scary, but very shortly after he’d handed the list to Sonic to tell him ( or the shop keeper ) exactly what he’d needed, he was stopped by a familiar voice.

Sure, he’d met plenty of people in his life, lots of them were amazed that their hero’s partner in crime was so young. Others were surprised to learn that he was the same Miles Prower that made a lot of the things they saw either being used by the other heroes or that they themselves owned. He was a kit of many talents and it was nice for people to ask him questions that he could answer confidently. And sure he met some people he knew from West Side Island, but most of the time they seemed either ambivalent or outright ignored him.

Both of those suited him just fine, he didn’t really care to talk to those who’d treated him so poorly before Sonic came along and all but stole him away for adventure and a lifetime of eternal stress. Tails wouldn’t change it for the world. It was the last of the scenarios that bothered him, so rare that he had only ever experienced it once before, and on that occasion Sonic had been by his side to deflect the situation and prompt any harassers to leave as quickly as they’d arrived.

This was not one of those moments... unfortunately.

Of course the two foxes that he could have come across would be the two that he wanted nothing to do with. He shouldn’t have recognized them, it’d been nearly a decade since he’d seen either of them, and while his amber fur was rather distinctive along side the twin tails that gave him his nickname, they looked like everyone else.

He shouldn’t have noticed him, but he did, even before they had recognized him.

Tails tried to leave, and failed.

He barely heard them calling for him, only felt the gentle hand on his shoulder turning him around and the faces of those he’d rather not have to see again. And initially he thought it might be alright. They didn’t seem like they cared too much that he was someone with status and he preferred that. But the way they called his name was... less than kind.

A hint of distaste, and aggression.

Like no time had passed.

Sure, he fought Eggman and Cyber corruption, went up against Infinite and received scars from the jackal, created any number of amazing things to help in combat and in day to day life. But the bullies who knew him at his lowest? They brought about a primal fear in him, freezing like he’d been dunked in water and left at Ice Cap. Normally foxes fought back when scared, but Tails had long since learned that it was not the correct way to go. So instead he shut down, didn’t respond to them but in single word responses.

“ HEY, MILES! LONG TIME NO SPEAK. “ The voice was saccharine sweet, unpleasant to listen to when he knew what it was capable of. At least Eggman didn’t hide his intent. “ WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT YOU. HOW COME YOU NEVER CAME BACK TO VISIT? “

For a moment he couldn’t find his voice, though Tails barely managed to squeak out a quiet “ Too busy. “

He couldn’t hear himself, not over the sound of his heart and the loud shrill laughter of his tormentors.

‘ honestly, how busy could you be? your buddy is the fastest thing alive, he could just run ya back over to see us. i know what it is... you think you’re too good for us! ‘ The grip on his shoulder tightened, just on the other side of painful, and he couldn’t help the little whine that came from him. ‘ honestly, you should be thankin’ us. you never woulda gone on all those adventures with sonic. ‘

The words were in one ear and out the other, barely processing the taunts in favor of maintaining control over the illusion spell he was holding. It was too new for him to do subconsciously, to hold it without conscious thought. And the tighter that grip got and the more they touched and pushed him around under the guise of old friends, the harder it got to hold it.

The last thing he wanted was for them to find out he had far more than two tails.

They wouldn’t have the chance, the almost too strong gust of air and the flash of blue coming between him and the other foxes. Their stunned silence was loud, but the quiet questions being spoken between him and his brother were enough to soothe his frayed nerves. Just a quick “ Are you ok? “ and waiting for a nod before he turned to look at the foxes -- Bramble and Kilo, he actually remembered -- and had a hushed conversation with them.

The only thing he can think of is that he’s happy that Sonic is here, and by the time he’s back to reality, he’s no where near where he was before, off in a park with Sonic hiding him from view. Tails can’t quite stop his eyes from tearing up a little, endlessly relieved that his brother was here to keep him safe.

“ ...shouldn’t have let them bother me. ‘m not the same helpless little kit I was then... “

@sxnicthehedgehxg & @spiinsparks cause you two seemed excited for this.

#( drabble 🔸 tails )#( ic 🔸 tails )#long post for ts #aight well at the very least #being on phones gave me the rage to write this #if you didn't know #my rage = writing motivation #anyone is free to reply to this #please just make it a new post #that way i can track them individually #you don't have to be a soni c to reply btw #have fun

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