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Blue Tarantula 2/??
(Don pendejo (me) added too many things he wanted to do during vacations and now is suffering the consequences of not being able to organize himself and forgor to upload chapters days before perdonenme pls ando medio pendejo anyways heres another one)
Some mumbling around dragged me back into consciousness, the harsh white lights now were dim and I was laying sideways, my stomach still hurting but now from hunger.
"Lyla, give me the report." He came back.
"Uhh they have stabilized but are still in weak condition."
"...That's strange." I heard him approach me. "Hey, ¿Estás despierto?"
I tried to keep my eyes closed, not moving a single inch.
"Rox."
"¿Qué queres?"
He sighed in relief. "¿Cómo te sientes?"
"Hmph"
"Esa no es una respuesta."
My stomach growled audibly.
"..."
"Tomaré eso como respuesta. Lyla, ask Pedro to bring something for them."
"Okey!" I heard the lady reply.
"Supongo que tuviste tiempo para pensar y tranquilizarte."
I remained silent.
"¿Desde hace cuanto tienes hambre?"
"¿Hace cuanto te fuiste?"
"8 horas."
"Desde hace 7"
He sighed again. "Me lleva la ching- ¿Por qué no usaste el panel de asistencia?" He sounded slightly annoyed.
"..."
"Rox."
"No quiero creerte." I finally admitted.
"¿Perdón?"
"...Me rehúso a creer lo que dijiste. No tiene sentido y es algo estupido… pero no logro encontrarle sentido al porque hay cosas tan… futuristas, aquí."
I just don't want to engage in this situation anymore.
"Mira, Rox." His tone softened. "Sé que es demasiada información. Pero quiero que sepas que hago esto por el bien de todos. No solo por mi bien, o el tuyo." I turned my head to him. "También el de todas las personas."
"...."
"Sé que no es fácil. Pero déjame ayudarte."
"Respondeme a algo." I sat again. "¿Por qué yo?"
"Serias de gran ayuda, todavía estoy empezando a reclutar gente. Pero estoy seguro qu-"
"¿Por qué yo?"
He closed his eyes for a second. "Porque esto involucra a tu universo tamb-"
"¡¿Por qué yo?!"
"...Porque no iba a permitir que murieras de una manera tan estúpida, suficientes personas han muerto ya y no quiero ver ese número crecer. ¿Ya estás contento?"
"Yo no necesitaba que me rescataras. Nadie ha estado ahí para mí y ciertamente no necesitaba intervención de parte de Don Pendejo Colmillos"
"¿Un gracias por lo menos no se te puede salir?"
"¡¿Gracias de que, imbécil?! ¡OH GRACIAS POR RESCATARME DE MI DESCANSO ETERNO! ¡AHORA FELIZMENTE TE AYUDARE A QUE EL UNIVERSO NO EXPLOTE! ¡TE PODES IR MUCHO AL CAR-!"
"Uhm… should... I come back later…?" We both turned our head to another person wearing a similar suit, but with an apron on top and a trail with food.
"No no, come in." The big guy crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure the insufferable attitude will stop once they get their damn meal."
Asshole.
The other "spider" dude approached the bed, putting the trail on my lap, the silence was deafening.
He got to the door and waved bye with his hand, leaving awkwardly after finding us fighting.
I took a glance at the food. It… definitely looks like food, at least the edible kind.
"Come." He demanded. "Que todavía estás débil."
"¿La envenenaste?"
"Come."
I took the plastic spoon, carefully taking some of the rice on the plate and bringing it closer to my nose to see if I could smell it being laced.
The man rolled his eyes dramatically. "Es un puto arroz con pollo, ya deja de ser tan dramatico."
"Dramático el vergazo que te voy a dar en la jeta." I mumbled before taking the first bite, slowly chewing the rice and trying to taste anything suspicious in it.
…It was a pretty damn good rice.
I took another bite, but still not wanting him to believe all my suspicions were gone.
I heard him huff. "¿Siempre eres así de desconfiado?"
"¿Siempre sos así de metido?" I kept eating, my face softening without me realizing since the food was so good.
I hadn't had eaten such a good meal in a while, I cant fucking believe I'm falling for this ruse.
We stood in silence as he watched me eat, making sure I did not left anything as if I was a fucking child.
But surely, my temper had calmed a little after finally eating some food.
"Puta que rico" I sighed and mumbled under my breath.
"Eso debiste haber hecho hace horas, ya te sentirías mejor si por lo menos hubieras comido."
"Callate"
"¿Te da pena admitir que estabas equivocado?" I swear this bitch is taking me to my limit.
"Callate."
"Goshhh you two are so annoying" The little holo woman appeared again. "If nobody stops you two you're going to end up fighting until you're old"
I crossed my arms. "Well then, you tell me." I addressed her. "Tell me he is lying"
"As much as I would love to snitch and say yes… He actually is not lying"
"Not you too…" I brought a hand to my face.
"I think I know how to make this easier." She zapped from side to side until reappearing at the door and opening it. "Ta-da!"
"Layla, what are you doing?!" He got up from his seat.
"If you don't let them see outside they are not going to believe you, Miguel."
I threw the trail to the side and launched myself towards the door, nows my chance.
The burst of adrenaline I had in the moment helped me run from the hexagonal hallways until I found myself face to face with a massive tower with several floors… and a lot of those other people with spider suits.
No… it can't be…
I shot a web to go to a higher floor with glass windows, running up to them to look outside, this has to be a joke.
I saw green plains and futuristic looking skyscrapers, things that looked like flying cars going around them. And as much as I tried to shove my face into the window to confirm they were tv screens… I couldn't.
I'm… I'm actually not in my world.
I covered my mouth in panic and took a step back, trying to regulate my breathing as the situation began to overwhelm me.
"Excuse me… are you ok?" Someone put a hand on my shoulder and I immediately shrugged it off.
"DONT TOUCH ME" I yelled and ran away again, to nowhere and just somewhere I could feel safe.
I want to go home, I don't want to be part of this, I did NOT ask to be part of this shit. I want to go back to my stupid universe where things make sense and there are no buff men holding me hostage. (Nota de Zag: no sea pendejo mijo)
I ran until I found myself in a corridor with dim lights, and my legs collapsed to the ground making me fall to my knees, trembling with fear and anxiety.
My eyes were watery and my breathing became irregular. Sobbing and letting my tears fall on the floor.
"Porque… ¡¿Porque?!" I let out to myself and closed my eyes, finally breaking down in tears.
I heard quick steps from behind. "See? I told you they would not go far" it was the voice of that woman, he must be also with her.
"Rox-"
"Dejame ir…" I sobbed. "Déjame regresar a mi hogar…"
"Entonces ya te diste cuenta de la situación."
"¡SI! ¡Y NO QUIERO SER PARTE DE ELLO!"
"Para tu desgracia, eres parte de esto desde el momento en el que te convertiste en spiderman"
"¡PUES RENUNCIO!" I yelled and tried to take off my suit. "¡YA NO QUIERO NADA! ¡SOLO QUIERO UNA VIDA TRANQUILA!"
I was about to take off the top part of my suit when he got closer, his shadow covering me completely.
"Ciérrate el traje."
"¡OBLIGAME!" I turned my head to him and he grabbed me from my sides, putting the top part of my suit again and closing the zipper in a swift move.
"No tienes más ropa aquí, y no voy a dejar que andes por ahí desnudo solo por un berrinche." Still holding my side, he helped me get up effortlessly. "Te llevaré de regreso, no estás en buena condición."
"¿Sabes que me hará sentir mejor? ¡IRME A MI PUTA CASA!"
"¡EL BIENESTAR DE TU UNIVERSO ESTÁ EN PELIGRO! ¡DEJA DE SER TAN EGOÍSTA!"
“¡PUES NO ESTAS AYUDANDO! ¡CADA VEZ QUIERO MORIRME MÁS!”
The holo lady appeared “They’re right, you’re making it worse”
He released me and I turned to see him, sticking my back to the wall behind me.
“Hey what’s all this ruckus about, Miguel? Did anything bad happen?” Another one of those people came closer, this one maskless and casually approaching the big dude. “Can’t you see you’re scaring this poor girl?”
“Not a girl.”
“Ah, my bad.” He leaned on the big dude. “Poor thing is having a rough time and you’re intimidating…” He looked at me, like asking how to address me.
“Them”
“Them, right.” He continued. “That way you’re not going to have that many people join you.”
“Alright, let's see YOU do this then. I’m done trying to explain in any fucking way shape or form how their universe IS IN DANGER-”
“Yeah yeah yeah, go get yourself a cup of coffee, ok? I’ll talk to them and make sure they are ok”
“Peter.”
“I know, I know. But don’t worry, I got this” He winked at him.
I trust this place less now.
“Ya estoy hasta la chingada, ya haz lo que se te dé la puta gana. Pero después no vayas a decir que no te advertí” He finally said while pointing his index at my chest.
He left to the other side of the tunnel, entering through a door I had not seen into god knows where.
I closed my eyes for a moment, finally he was gone.
“Hey-” He tried to put a hand on my shoulder and I slapped it away. “Ok ok, sorry.”
“Tell me where I can get the fuck out.”
“Woah, easy there” He moved his hands downwards. “First you gotta relax, I’m not gonna take you anywhere.”
“You don’t get it, I don't want to be part of this.”
“And why is that?”
“What do you mean “why”?! I don't want to have the fucking destiny of MY universe in MY hands.” I continued. “That dude just came to my universe, supposedly rescued me from my death and comes telling me now I have TO PROTECT MY UNIVERSE?!”
“I know it must be too much-”
“IT IS! I DON'T WANT TO BE PART OF THIS! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!” I grabbed my suit from my chest. “DYING WOULD’VE SAVED ME”
“Hey don’t say that.” He interjected. “Your life is worth living”
“You don't even know the shit I’ve gone through.”
“Well.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I’m all ears.”
“...You… want to hear my story?”
“Everyone in this place has a story to tell, after all. We’re all spidermen.” He turned on his heel, walking away. “Come with me, let’s chat somewhere comfortable”
I let him walk for some moments, until he turned and signed with his hand to follow him.
He took me to another area, one that looked more like a lounge with tables and expensive looking booth seats, by far the most familiar thing I’ve seen in this place.
This dude is far more friendly than whatever Don Pendejo
“Ok let’s start from the beginning.” He offered me his hand. “My name’s Peter B. Parker.”
I looked at his hand, and slowly shook it, returning the gesture. “Rox Reyes.”
“Great! Nice to meet you!”
“Same… I guess.”
“I’m listening.”
I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally but feeling less stressed now that at least someone tried to make me feel comfortable and not threaten me… I’m still not completely convinced these people won't hurt me tho… but I guess talking about my misfortunes won't hurt.
And minutes later I found myself still ranting about everything with Peter, everything from my life before and after I turned into Tarantula… it feels better to finally talk about this with someone else, specially with someone who actually understands me (or at least pretends to)
All of these very specific problems I’ve had, Peter always continued it with a “I know right???” “Oh yeah, that tends to happen” “I remember my first time doing that!!” He even showed me his own webs when I questioned if he was really like me… he even took a pic of the spider that bit him… which is something I didn't think of when it happened to me.
“Peter, I want to ask you something… but I want you to be completely honest with me.”
“Sure.”
“No no, I’m being serious. It may affect my choice.”
“I promise I’ll be honest.”
“Ok…Are you all really going to save your universes… or is this just an elaborate joke to make me speak and probably use me to cause more evil in “my universe” because you guys are actually just Alchemax employees and not actually spiderpeople?”
“Thats certainly a mouthful of a question”
“Please respond.” I lowered my gaze. “ I… I’m just scared and-”
“No no, I get it. I would’ve also thought the same if I had gone through what you lived through.”
“So…”
“Have some trust in us, that’s all I will say.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “I know Miguel can be intimidating but that's just because he cares so much about this mission. After all, he is the one hosting us.”
“What?”
“Yeah! This is his place and his universe. You could say he is the “leader” and the one who started this fight to keep the multiverses safe.” He laughed it off. “But don’t worry, he may be grumpy and dramatic, but he doesn't not mean harm.”
I looked away, remembering his fangs and talons… I don't know why that is the part I believe less, he certainly looked like he would rip me in half if he wanted.
“Suuuure”
“Give him a chance, I’m sure you two will get along… after all he…” Peter stopped, thought about it and shook his head sideways. “I’ll let him tell you that part.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll just say, he also had his rough moments in his life.”
“That doesn't excuse him being an asshole.”
“Does it excuse you from being one?”
I- He-...
He left me fucking speechless I was not expecting him to read me like that.
“No offense of course, I know you’re just trying to make sense of this.”
I crossed my arms. “Gotta hand it to you, Peter… you gagged me.”
“...Do I smell bad?”
“No no, it's… it's just a dumb saying. I was just not expecting you to say that.”
“Oh, ha ha!”
“...I guess you’re right. I acted ungrateful after he… well, just did what he thought was right.”
“You know, there was once a time in my life where I felt like the only thing that could save me was death as well.”
“You?”
“Yeah, I had a rough time when I was... maybe slightly older than you.” He continued. “I divorced my wife, my aunt passed away and I was depressed for a long time.”
“Sounds rough… wait, didn't you say you’re married?”
“Yeah! We remarried after I came back from another universe and I decided to give it a shot, and here I am.” He smiled, probably remembering stuff. “What I want to say is that things do get better, Rox. Even if it feels like it is a never-ending nightmare.”
“Even if I have heard that same phrase since I was a teenager and things only continued to go downhill?”
“Even if you feel like that. Who knows? Maybe this is your chance to have a better life”
“I wish you were right.”
“What stops you from trying?”
I thought about it for a second… if I come back now and choose to stay, it means I will be returning to my old life… Lonely, depressing and stressed old life. The safety of my universe won’t be my responsibility… but I’m bound to fall again by one of those anomalies if it happens to be slightly stronger than that cyborg.
And if I stay… I’ll now have the responsibility to deal with those anomalies in my universe and in someone else’s universe… But I won’t be on my own, I’ll be surrounded by people who according to Peter... will gladly lend me a hand.
…And even if I want to end it all… I wouldn’t feel good knowing that my universe… my mom… would soon disappear.
I don’t want my universe to perish, I just want to disappear from it.
Still… I’m not sure if I do want to have the responsibility to do so.
“...Myself, I guess.”
“I won’t pressure you to choose. But! It would be good if you gave it a little more thought, after all, it's your life.”
“...”
“But remember Rox, whatever you choose.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re not alone in this.”
He smiled genuinely at me and his phone started ringing.
"Welp, that's my sign to go home." He patted his knees and got up.
"You don't stay here?"
"No, I can't." He said touching some things with his futuristic watch. "My wife and I expecting sooo, It’s time to go and take care of her"
"Oh I see, congrats." I said politely.
"Thanks. Also also!" He pointed at me before entering one of those weird glitching portals "Don't get intimidated by Miguel, ok? Take care Rox!"
And so, Peter entered the portal and left, leaving me alone again.
I thought about the things Peter told me and their mission in the spider society and how I had ended up in such a…weird situation.
#zagreusfics#RoxReyes#I guess I have to properly tag this thing as its own fic right? lol#Blue Tarantula Fic#mini chisme de lo que me paso: ando dibujando algo con todos los ocs de mi grupo de la u#tengo que trabajarle comisiones a mi mejor amigo que le debo#y quiero hacer mil y un cosas que no tengo tiempo#pero don pendejo dejo todo para vacaciones#me odio#anyways no me odio mas que Rox a si mismo ASKFJAGSFHKA
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1836 Oct[obe]r Tues[day] 4
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No kiss A- [Ann] bet[ter] ga[ve] h[e]r h[e]r d[rau]ght this morn[in]g aft[e]r the 2 pills l[a]st night - fine morn[in]g - sun – F[ahrenheit] 48° at 7 50/..
w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 and the gard[ene]r tak[in]g soil as yest[erday] - Mark Hepw[or]th and Binns (3 horses and 2 one h[or]se carts)
ca[me] at 8 1/2 each bring[in]g a load fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quar[ry] coarse rubble - saw them set to work at cart[in]g
clay fr[om] the court – w[i]th Ingh[a]m – w[i]th Mr. Husb[an]d – w[i]th A- [Ann] till she g[o]t up aft[e]r 9 - then h[a]d her ten[an]t
Bairstow to pay (and d[i]d pay) the last 1/2 y[ea]r’s rent for Wat[e]r Lane mill, and A- [Ann] p[ai]d him the last y[ea]rs
poor rate £7.17.6 tho’ the lease settles that the ten[an]t is to pay all taxes b[u]t Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] h[a]d p[ai]d them!
A- [Ann] will pay no mo[re] - this well und[er]st[ood] by Bairstow now – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 1/2 in 1/2 h[ou]r and took
A- [Ann] her br[eak]f[a]st upst[ai]rs - then at my desk – writ[in]g out mem[oran]da in my rough b[oo]k and the ab[ov]e of today
till 11 3/4 - and w[e]nt d[o]wnst[ai]rs to Holt - he will be here tomor[row] to meet Washington to lay d[o]wn on the
coal-pl[a]n Hinscliffe’s trespass – n[o]t satisf[ie]d w[i]th Booth’s wall[in]g ag[ain]st the engine-pit – wall[e]d w[i]th rough rag –
sh[oul]d ha[ve] been done w[i]th bet[ter] st[one] – sh[oul]d be smooth-faced - the shape of the engine-pit sh[oul]d n[o]t be alt[ere]d –
plumb-lines sh[oul]d be let d[o]wn fr[om] the oak-frame, and the wall[in]g sh[oul]d be true to these – walk[e]d with H- [Holt] to the wheel-
-race, and w[e]nt d[o]wn to the bot[tom] and exam[ine]d the engine-pit - Holt to see ab[ou]t hims[elf] tomor[row] - and to appoint
Jos[e]ph Mann to look aft[e]r it for h[i]m – w[e]nt w[i]th h[i]m to the Long goit to see and tell Jos[e]ph M- [Mann] this –
he w[a]s n[o]t there - told Holt to gi[ve] me a regul[a]r plan of his way that he th[ou]ght best to work the coll[ier]y
w[i]th a calculat[io]n of the exp[ense] of driv[in]g the 2 heads or main-gates - he means them b[o]th to be hurrying
gates. 4ft. wide and 3ft. 4in. or, as I s[ai]d, 3ft. 6in. high, and still says the coal will pay for driv[in]g –
told h[i]m to calc[ula]te if an[y]th[in]g c[oul]d be gain[e]d by bring[in]g out the coal at Whiskum - he own[e]d
3 ac[re]s a y[ea]r c[oul]d n[o]t be pull[e]d up at Listerwick unless I h[a]d 2 pits close togeth[e]r w[hi]ch plan
he seem[e]d m[u]ch to approve - told his own priv[a]te griev[an]ces - all their prop[ert]y m[u]st be sold (he th[ou]ght)
bef[ore] th[in]gs c[oul]d be settl[e]d – advis[e]d his tak[in]g the opin[ion] of so[me] law-man - yes! he sh[oul]d consult Messrs.
P- [Parker] and A- [Adam] I s[ai]d he h[a]d best do so, and, if he h[a]d to go ov[e]r to York for me, might als[o] consult Mr.
Gray - H- [Holt] s[ai]d Mrs. Machan w[a]s gone (to Birmingh[a]m?) to get one of h[e]r d[au]ghters to sign – s[ai]d I
w[oul]d rath[e]r buy the coal w[i]thout the farm - H- [Holt] to try and manage this if he c[oul]d - Left H- [Holt] to go to
Elland, and I stood talk[in]g to Geo[rge] Naylor in the f[iel]d ab[ov]e his h[ou]se – ab[ou]t his horse-feed – ab[ou]t plough[in]g
my bit of the Long f[ie]ld - he will do it at 11/. p[e]r DW tho’ Mr. Wat[er]h[ou]se h[a]d giv[e]n him 12/. p[e]r DW
for plough[in]g out an old lay - says lints (proper lints) sown in March will be as early
as tares sown now and a m[u]ch heav[ie]r crop - does n[o]t th[in]k tares will do on that hill - will
n[o]t be ready bef[ore] midsumm[e]r and the lints will be ready by then – m[u]st cut grass for green food
fr[om] May to midsumm[e]r and can gi[ve] carrots and potat[oe]s till May – s[ai]d I th[ou]ght of hav[in]g lints, potat[oe]s,
and a lit[tle] red clover – fr[om] GN- [George Naylor] w[e]nt to upp[e]r Place quarry - Dobson n[o]t there - Womersley ca[me] to
me to tell me he knew Mrs. Machan meant to ask £2000 for the farm and coal togeth[e]r –
I ga[ve] no intimat[io]n wh[a]t I intend[e]d to do, b[u]t he saw that I d[i]d n[o]t th[in]k the farm cheap at that
pri[ce], and he s[ai]d it w[a]s too m[u]ch - tho’ calculate[e]d that £200 w[oul]d do the repairs and he w[oul]d gi[ve] the rent
he gi[ve]s now w[hic]h w[oul]d be = 3 p.c. viz. £500 for the coal £1500 for the farm + £200 repairs =
£52.10.0 p[e]r ann[um] for £1700 outlay = £3.1.9 3/17 p.c. (£52.10.0x20x12/17= £61. 9 3/17d.) then w[e]nt
w[i]th me to the 2[n]d hole to shew the Lit[tle] marsh st[one] – n[o]t ver[y] promis[in]g - a gr[ea]t deal of baring, and a lit[tle] wat[e]r
at the bot[tom] - the top st[one] want[in]g – on[l]y the bot[tom] lift left – advis[e]d my putt[in]g d[o]wn a sm[all] pit-hole (done
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by colliers) in the mid[dle] of the breadth and ab[ou]t 10 y[ar]ds fr[om] the bot[tom] wall of the piece of oat-stubble bey[on]d below the gard[e]n, and s[ai]d
I m[i]ght shew en[ou]gh of wh[a]t the st[one] is and be ready for the lett[in]g in a m[on]th fr[om] this ti[me] – want[e]d to ta[ke] the st[one] of me by priv[a]te
contr[ac]t - no! I c[oul]d n[o]t do this – h[a]d s[ai]d it sh[oul]d be let publick[l]y, and so it sh[oul]d - he then bade me
£500 d[o]wn for the st[on]e in Lit[tl]e marsh land adjoin[in]g to Mrs. Machan’s gr[ou]nd where F- [Freeman] put d[o]wn a hole –
suppos[e]d there w[a]s ab[ou]t a DW of st[one] – w[oul]d be b[ou]nd to this quant[it]y and to a term to get it in – s[ai]d I w[oul]d
th[in]k ab[ou]t it - told me Mr. Freem[a]n h[a]d giv[e]n it out, that I h[a]d promis[e]d him all the st[one] I h[a]d - and that
this prom[ise] w[a]s ment[ione]d in the writ[in]gs he h[a]d of the st[one] in yew trees wood - I s[ai]d I w[a]s surpria[e]d at this
being s[ai]d by Mr. F- [Freeman] as there w[a]s n[o]t a word of truth in it - In ret[urnin]g saw Mark Town’s wife –
she want[e]d me to build up - do up the cot[tage] at the East end of the h[ou]se b[u]t I w[oul]d ha[ve] noth[in]g to
say to it – ret[urne]d by Pump lane and the wheel-race, and so[me] ti[me] at Hannah Greens’ - the poor
old wom[a]n s[e]nt me off by say[in]g I w[a]s b[ou]nd in hon[ou]r n[o]t to raise h[e]r rent as long as she liv[e]d
my unc[le] h[a]d s[ai]d she w[a]s to live there as long as she liv[e]d at the pres[en]t rent - I s[ai]d he h[a]d nev[e]r
told me so - and I w[a]s n[o]t b[ou]nd in anyway - best for her to let me alone on this point –
leave ho[me] bet[ween] 4 and 5 – w[i]th Booth and 2 men at the West tow[e]r – Ja[me]s alone in
the hall-cellar the buttery cellar – Ab[raha]m poor[l]y n[o]t here – Ingh[a]m and his man and boy h[a]d
g[o]t the upp[e]r wall of the 1st arch done – Jos[e]ph Sharpe ill and n[o]t here b[u]t Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d break[in]g
st[one] on the new r[oa]d - Sugden and Geo[rge] h[a]d the 2 new horses out in the morn[in]g - Frank cart[in]g
so[me] parp[oin]ts for Jos[e]ph Mann fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and he and Ingh[a]m and c° sid[e]d oak wood in the ev[enin]g –
Bligh and the lit[tle] York joiner mak[in]g 17 y[ar]ds of arch[in]g – w[oul]d be £5 wood and lab[ou]r if I h[a]d
all to find – H[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d ab[ou]t the engine pit – so[me] ti[me] in the stab[le] – ca[me] in at 6 1/2 –
A- [Ann] h[a]d been ver[y] poor[l]y all the day - at 1st annoy[e]d at my hav[in]g s[e]nt John Booth
(1st ti[me]) to Priestley’s Calderdale brew[er]y b[u]t reconcil[e]d aft[er]w[ar]ds – din[ner] at 7 20/.. in 1/2 h[ou]r –
coff[ee] upst[ai]rs and sat read[in]g to A- [Ann] the acc[oun]t of Mallibran’s fun[era]l at Manchest[e]r on Sat[urday] last till
10 p.m. then 10 min[ute]s w[i]th my a[un]t – rath[e]r bet[ter] tonight - asleep or I sh[oul]d ha[ve] gone to
h[e]r bef[ore] - till 11 10/.. wr[ote] all the ab[ove] of today - fine day – F[ahrenheit] 38° at 11 10/.. p.m.
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I was wondering if you could do a scenario where dazai's s/o Is like umaru from 'umaru-chan'? Like at the day time she's the perfect girl and is helpful and kind then when she gets home she's a gamer who is legit so lazy and eats too many potato chips? Thank you! Do take your time!
Thank you for the request! We are happy to do this fic for you! Please note that we decided to keep this gender neutral so that a wider audience can enjoy this piece!
TW: Dazai (A.K.A. Mentions of suicide.)
(Y/n) smiled as they helped the old lady cross the street, helped comfort a child and bought them some ice cream, helped a lady with her bags. They were the perfect example, when they walked the streets it was like they glowed.
"Do you see them?"
"They are golden child, their parents are blessed,"
"They are so cute! Do you think they would go out with me?"
People would whisper as they passed, as (Y/n) skipped up to their apartment they saw a kitten about to cross the road as a car approached, right away they grabbed it before it could be hit, sighing (Y/n) scolded the scrap of fur lightly
"You should be more careful, here I will help you cross."
"Well aren't you a kind soul for helping a kitten... maybe you could do a double suicide with me!" A voice said out of now where, jumping up in surprise (Y/n) looked around to find a tall man approaching them running a childish grin on his face "Hey you! Come join me in a romantic double suicide!" He yelled jumping, (Y/n) dodged and the man fell face-first on the ground, the kitten meowed like it was laughing.
"I am so sorry you just surprised me! Here let me help you up!" (Y/n) said scrambling to help the man up and bowing, the man chuckled,
"I'm fine, but back to my offer, do you want to join me!?" He asked, (Y/n) sweatdropped.
"Um, well, sorry but I have a lot to live for like helping at daycares and stuff, I hope you find someone to do a double suicide with you one day." (Y/n) responded, the man looked down sad but then smiled and looked back at (Y/n).
"Hey! Hey! What's your name? Mine is Osamu Dazai!" He said shaking (Y/n)'s hand vigorously,
"I-I-I a-a-am (Y-Y/n) (L/n-n), u-u-m-m-m co-u-ld y-ou pl-ea-se sto-p sh-ak-ing m-y-y han-d-d-d " (Y/n) responds and Dazai lets go of their hand.
"Tehee, sorry I was just so excited to meet a beautiful person like you, " He said scratching the back of his neck. (Y/n) shook their head.
"It's fine, now if you will excuse me , " (Y/n) said bowing, the kitten meowed like, 'Hello, I am still here!'
"Oh sorry, here let's cross the street now " (Y/n) said looking both ways and crossing the street, to her surprise Dazai followed them.
"Um, why are you following me?" (Y/n) asked and Dazai gave a toothy grin
"Because such a lovely being like you shouldn't be alone in this big city, I will escort you to where you live!" He said, (Y/n) gives him a sweet smile but in their head, all they can think is, 'Is he an idiot? I just want to go home and play games, eat potato chips, and go to bed, oh well, if he is just walking me home that's fine.'
"Thank you " (Y/n) says and the odd pair continue on their way. When they at last reach (Y/n) apartment, (Y/n) turns.
"Thank you for escorting me, but I am fine now." (Y/n) said and then began to walk to their room, Dazai still following their.
"Um, why are you following me to my room?" (Y/n) asked, facing him.
"Oh well, I was a little hungry so I was wondering if I could have something to eat..." He asked all that (Y/n) could think was ' IS HE FOR REAL?! ASKING FOR FOOD! Ok, ok, calm down (Y/n), be the sweet person that everyone thinks you are, no that you are, here I go.'
"Oh! Of course, let me go get something for you!" (Y/n) says quickly and turns, walking to their room, they unlocked the door and took of their shoes,
"Please wait here, I will be right back, are you allergic to anything?" They ask and Dazai shakes his head, quickly grabbing the first bag of chips they could get their hands on, they walked back to where Dazai was supposed to be waiting, but he was gone.
"Um, Dazai-san?" (Y/n) called out worried,
"I'm in here!" He said, it was coming from their living room 'HE WAS SUPPOSED TO WAIT HERE!' (Y/n) internally screamed rushing into the room, there they found Dazai trying to make a nose with their controller wires. When he saw (Y/n) enter, he smiled brightly and waved, (Y/n) felt their eyes twitch
"Um, what are you doing?" They asked in a calm voice
"Oh! Well, I got bored waiting so I came in here, I saw these lovely wires and decided to make a noose, also it's pretty messy in here!" He said as he stood on their (Y/n) gamer chair and tied the handmade noose to a support beam,
"Dazai-san, could you please not hang yourself in my living room? And please untie your noose," (Y/n) said Dazai looked down at them with puppy eyes but after a look on their face he did exactly what they said. Once that situation was sorted (Y/n) gave Dazai his bag of chips and began to usher him out the door,
"Do you have everything? Good, well I hope to see you again (not) and I hope you find someone to commit double suicide with!" You spoke in a rush, because one you were embarrassed, two in the rush you gave him your favorite brand of chips and you couldn't ask for
it
back, three he bent the cords on your controllers.
As Dazai began to walk out he stopped and turned to face (Y/n),
"It's all right to take a break and be lazy sometimes, also your secret is safe with me, thanks for the chips!" He said and left, (Y/n) sat against the door frame admiring the setting sun, they didn't really regret giving him their favorite chips anymore at least for now~
(Later...)
"THAT SUICIDAL CHIP STEALER!" (Y/n) screamed as they realized that Dazai stole all of their favorite potato chips.
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hey dora,, let me write something for you someday pl ea se ]] and because of our talk earlier.. kakyoin + 🎨?? ;)
[ y ou already did the in character asks with caesar for me sh h h h <3 ]
Noriaki Kakyoin + 🎨
TW // flesh bud!Noriaki
"This is more or less starting to hurt, Kakyoin-sensei." you told him, in a defiant tone. You were sitting on a burgundy colored velvet armchair, a thin layer of sweat visible on your skin under the lights the painter had pointed towards you. Your crossed legs and your arms, rested on the armrests, had the power to make your pose look comfy and natural.
But you'd been like that for four hours by now, for a cocky painter who was nothing less than Lord Dio's apple of his eye. "Stand up and exit the room, then. What's stopping you?" the cherry haired boy smiled, taking off his scarf as he started to feel the warmth of the room. The bastard knew how high the temperature was. Still he had chosen for you some heavy clothing, old school, he had found wandering around Lord Dio's mansion.
Why did you have to be his model or listen to him? The answer is, you didn't have to. You just couldn't find a reason not to. Well, the reason not to do it might be his cocky attitude and his tendency to dress you up the way he wants regardless of how high the room's temperature is, readers will say. But for you, that's not enough to distance yourself from Kakyoin Noriaki. So you couldn't really complain about this.
"I knew it." he grinned, when you didn't move a muscle and refused his offer of standing up and exiting the room. Nonetheless, you enjoyed teasing him. But he enjoyed teasing you more. "I wonder why do you like being my model so much." Noriaki hummed, an insecure look falling on his gaze as he stared at his work, then explored you, then looked back at his paining, then all over you again. After a couple minutes of you not answering, you heard his tongue clicking.
"I need you to like it more." he told you. What does it mean, like it more? You thought to yourself, trying to smile more. But he shook his head. "You're not credible enough. I don't need a smile. I need... feelings. Feelings i can paint." Feelings. How do you paint feelings? Apparently Kakyoin Noriaki thinks he can. And knows how to get them out from you. Your gaze flies to his hands, as you hear a clicking sound of a lipstick lid.
"Do you think coloring my lips will get feelings out of me...?" you ask, in a mocking tone, before noticing he's pulling off a small mirror. "Kakyoin-sensei?" you try to get the painter's attention, as the lipstick deliciously gets applied on his own lips. He rubs them together, to spread it well, and then stands up, walking towards your armchair. You never got the chance to notice how beautiful he is.
"Don't move a single muscle." he orders, getting at your eye level. His gaze is breathtaking. Maybe you didn't want to be his model only. Maybe you loved the cocky painter. And you realized these were the feelings he was looking for only when his lips pressed on a the left side of your mouth. Cherry flavored lipstick, no wonder. Your love for him was the feeling he wanted to get out of you. His lipstick mark on you was the way to paint it.
"This means i'm gonna paint your face too, this time. I've never painted your face." he murmured. "You know this means that I would be able to kill you anytime?" you slowly blinked. It meant yes, you couldn't nod or you would have lost the pose. "Are you afraid?"
"I trust you, Kakyoin-sensei." you immediately replied. "Good." he just said, going back to his seat. Smiling while you could only see his back. He got a little feelings out of himself, too.
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Well I mean, since you asked for requests - “If you want me, come and get me.” Maybe with the trinity? I can picture Bruce saying it as Diana and Clark try and force him to go to bed like a normal person 😂 or you know, whatever strikes your fancy!
[[HELL YES. Bruce is slightly ooc because he’s incredibly sleep deprived and I saw it as an opportunity for him to act a little loopy lol. That’s how I am at least when I’m very sleep deprived, so pulling from personal experience here. Enjoy!!]]
“It’s only been one night. Give me a break.”
“Bruce, Honey, I know its hard to tell in Gotham, especially in the winter, but it’s been several nights you haven’t been getting any sleep.” Diana pulled the chair Bruce was sitting in away from the bat-computer against Batman’s wishes.
Bruce was sure she and Clark were exaggerating, it couldn’t have been that long. Besides, he wasn’t even tired, not even a little bit.
“I’m fine, you two can stop clucking over me like hens, thanks.”
“I’ll cluck all I want when it comes to your sleeping schedule mister.” Clark declared firmly.
“Especially not after you convinced me that some humans can be ‘totally fine’ not sleeping for several days and making me feel like I wasn’t quite so weird for a split second before that all came crashing down.” Clark crossed his arms, pouting just a little bit. He didn’t seem actually that annoyed but…
Admittedly, he still felt a little bit bad about that.
“I know… I lied when I said some humans. I meant me, specifically, because I’m fine, I’m great, I’m good, I’m bursting with youthful vigor now both of you let me work. There’s crime afoot.” He declared, trying to pull his chair back forward, only to frown as he realized Diana still had an iron grip on it, so instead he stood up and walked back to the computer instead.
“Bruce, your being ridiculous… and you said "There’s crime afoot” out loud. You’re tired.“ Diana said exasperated with a hand on her head.
"Also, no offense sweet bean… but you look like you’ve been through hell, you have probably the most intense looking bags under your eyes I’ve ever seen.” Clark said, trying to be gentle but serious.
“I look fucking awesome.” Bruce protested in annoyance, not even sure what he was really doing on the computer outside of looking busy. “You’ve heard Harv, I’m a fucking pretty boy. And I feel fan-god-damn-tastic.”
Clark and Diana gave each other a look that said “Yep, he’s lost it.” That Bruce didn’t much appreciate.
He forgot what he was even doing, his new ultimate goal was to not go to sleep no matter what because he was f i n e dammit.
“Bruce, please come to bed. Besides, you know, we’ll be right there with you, we miss you.” Clark pleaded, giving Bruce very tempting puppy dog eyes.
“We can spend a little time tiring you out if you want Bat.” Diana said, soothingly rubbing his shoulder.
Tempting. But he was the god damn batman, so… “No, no bribing me doing the horizontal tango, I have a job to do.”
“The horizontal…” Diana began.
“T a n g o. Bruce, pl ea se , you need to sleep.” Clark finished.
“Why can’t I use creative words without you two thinking it means I’m tired, hmm? Clark’s called me a bean before, I am but a bean, let me live my bean life.” He momentarily felt a little dizzy and a little like he was loosing track of time and space, but regardless he made his way to the bat-mobile to go… somewhere…. who knows.
“Oh-ho-ho no, absolutely not, you are not driving like this.” Clark said immediately super-speeding in front of Bruce acting as a big warm teddy bear-like wall between Bruce and his car.
“I can do what I want. I’m rich, I’m bi, I’m batman, and I fight crime. Now ”scoot your boot.“ as they say where you come from.” Bruce said, trying to move around Clark who was so freaking fast for some reason.
“I have never said scoot your boot.” Clark said with raised eyebrows.
“Really?” Bruce asked somewhat deliriously. “Seems like a cowboy thing…” He mumbled while moving the cowl up slightly so he could rub at his eye.
“…Would you come to bed if I dressed like a cowboy?”
Tempting. But not even saving a horse and riding a cowboy could get him to give up on his current stubborn crusade that he couldn’t even remember why he had to be on so bad… why had he been up in the first place??
“…No, so yeehaw your ass out of my w a y .”
“No way, and your yee-haw-ing your a… s…… booty up to bed now, you’re completely delirious.”
“Fine… maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, or why right now, but I’m the world’s greatest detective, I’ll figure it out.” Bruce grumbled in annoyance.
He started walking back to his computer since he apparently couldn’t go to his car, but when he tried to sit back down he nearly yelped as it seemed Diana had thought ahead, so he had sat down right into her lap and now her very strong muscular arms were now wrapped around his waist.
“Gotcha.”
“Fu c k.” Bruce mumbled.
This was quite the predicament Batman had gotten himself into! Would he be able to figure out how to escape the strong arms of the Wonder Woman? Tune in next time, same bat-time, same bat-channel!
… Bruce squirmed for a moment grumbling before bowing his head.
“Fine… you’ve won, let’s go to bed…” Bruce conceded.
“That’s more like it” Diana said with a sigh as she gingerly let go.
That was when Bruce took his chance to escape with a triumphant and slightly evil laugh as he took off into the depths of the bat-cave.
“BruCE!” Diana chided.
Bruce just continued cackling, dropping a smoke bomb as he completely forgot that would do nothing against Clark’s super vision as he decided to head for the bat-plane. Good thing he had several bat-themed vehicles.
“Bruce get back here!” He heard Clark call sternly.
“You’re going to get yourself hurt!” Diana yelled.
“If you want me, come and get me!” Bruce taunted with an incredibly delirious smile, not realizing he was about to run into a wall.
He would have, if Clark had not been in front of him again in an instant, causing Bruce to collide with Clark’s chest rather than a rock hard wall. Clark scooped Bruce up into his arms despite the Bat’s protesting and flew him back over to where Diana had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot.
She softly flicked the tip of Bruce’s nose to get his attention and to stop flailing. “Now are you going to be a good bat and change out of the suit yourself, or are we going to have to rip you out of it kicking and screaming?”
Bruce frowned, before getting another idea and perking up slightly. “…There are other ways of getting me out of it~” He said putting on his flirtiest Brucie voice.
“Nice try B, but you blew your chance at the 'horizontal tango’ when you decided to bolt like that.” Clark said looking down at Bruce now with his own smirk on his face.
“Aw, nuts…” Bruce grumbled in surrender, going limp as Clark set him down, pulling off the cowl as he knew he was defeated.
“Your not getting any nuts B, keep up.” Clark said absolutely delighted.
Diana rolled her eyes. “You pick now to make a joke like that Kansas?”
Clark grinned. “Judging by how sleepy he is he won’t even remember that I made my first ever joke like that in front of him.”
“How devilish of you.” Diana commented with an amused smile.
Bruce grumbled as he stripped off the rest of the batsuit. “I wanted nuts though.” He mumbled. “nuts sound good. I like nuts… especially cashews.”
“Your right, he’s definitely not going to remember.” Diana commented, taking Bruce’s hand once he was down to the black undershirt and thin pants he wore under the suit.
Clark put his hand on Bruce’s back as the moved out of the cave. “Come on sleepy-head, off to an adventure called 'bed-time’.”
“But I wanted to fightttt…” Bruce slurred slightly.
“You can fight exaustion by sleeping.” Diana suggested.
“I’ll kick exaust-ian’s a s s.”
“That’s the spirit.” Clark laughed as he gingerly lifted the incredibly tired bat onto his bed before going to get ready for bed himself along with Diana.
“What are we going to do with that man?” Diana whispered, unable to help a small smile, after they had changed into their sleep clothes and came back to find Bruce completely zonked out , snoring slightly with his mouth hanging open.
“We’ll force him to have a normal sleep schedule yet.” Clark whispered, getting into bed and pulling Bruce close in order to spoon him.
Diana joined in on the other side, snuggling Bruce’s head against her chest and putting her arm around both him and Clark as she got settled.
“Our new mission?” Diana suggested.
“Our new mission, will kick ’'exaust-ian’s” butt.“ Clark whispered with a grin.
Diana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
"You’ll make a joke about Bruce wanting 'nuts’ but you’ll never say the word "ass”, will you?“ She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nope.”
They shared a quiet chuckle before settling in to fall asleep themselves, their very tired, but at least now very asleep bat cuddled between them.
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Trust me (4/13)
Bucky Barnes x avengers!rogers!Reader
warnings: language
summary: in which she helps him out
A/N: y’all my period came today n i’m in so much pain pls help
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Warm light cast shadows upon the still room — the only movement being the rise and fall of Y/N and Bucky’s chests. Bucky’s eyes blinked open and he looked down at Y/N. Her body had made its way slightly on top of his — a leg wrapped around his body with her head on his chest. He had an arm wrapped loosely around her torso. When he tried to move it — she grunted at the movement.
“Stop moving,” she mumbles — completely unaware of the sentence she spoke. Bucky laid still at her instruction. She sighed with content at the stillness and drifted back out of the slightly conscious state. Bucky’s arm rested on her back and he lightly rubbed his thumb against the exposed piece of skin. After a few minutes she stirred a bit, eyes opening slowly.
“Morning,” Bucky whispers. Y/N hums into his clothed chest and nuzzles against it.
“Sorry I climbed on top of you,” she says — her voice slightly hoarse from sleep.
“It’s alright,” he says, “Best sleep I’ve gotten since they stuck me in a freezer.”
Y/N’s laugh vibrated against Bucky’s body, “God your jokes suck.”
“You still dated me,” he teases.
“Yes I did,” she says. Bucky attempts to move but Y/N’s leg wraps tighter. “Five more minutes.”
“But we’re awake,” he says.
“And free,” she says, “Nobody’s expecting us. Just be calm and lay down.”
“Fine,” Bucky says. His eyes close and Y/N scoots impossibly closer. Bucky opens his eyes and observes her calm features.
“It’s not polite to stare,” Y/N says with her eyes, “I can feel your eyes practically burning holes into my face.”
“Sorry,” he says, “You just looked really peaceful and there’s not much else to look at.”
One of her eyes open, “Are you going to just stare at me till I get up?”
“Yeah,” he replies.
She groans and rolls off of him, “You’re the worst.”
“You still dated me,” he repeats.
“Yeah but back then you were good at just chilling the fuck out,” Y/N says as he gets up.
“Sorry,” he shrugs. He grabs her hands and pulls her up. She dramatically goes limp and he catches her.
“I’m so tired!” she whines. He lifts her body over his shoulder and she lets out a high-pitched yelp.
“So what’s for breakfast?” he asks.
“Cold pizza!” she cheers, flipping off of him. He grabs out the box and places it on the counter. She jumps up to sit on it — the surface cold against her flesh. She grabs out a slice and holds it up, “God bless cold pizza!”
Bucky snorts, “You’re weird.”
“You still dated me,” she mocks. He bites into his pizza with a playful eye roll. They eat and exchange glances — laughing at each other for no reason. When they finished Y/N put away the box as Bucky wandered the room. He notices a small box — a ring box.
He picks up the velvety item and opens it. A shiny ring was inside — a wedding ring, no doubt. He turned to face the woman who was fiddling with a gun. The feeling of his gaze tingled against her and she looked up.
“Stop staring,” she scolds. He closes the box and tosses it to her. She nearly trips, but catches it nonetheless. She smiles at the item, “I told you we talked about marriage.”
“I proposed?” he asks.
“Not exactly,” Y/N says.
“What do you mean?” he wonders.
“You brought the ring to dinner with me and Steve but I—”
“Why does everything you tell me involve Steve?” he asks.
“He’s my twin and your best friend,” Y/N says, “We were inseparable. Anyways when we were at dinner I stole the box from you. I told you yes and all, but you didn’t get to go down on one knee.”
“You stole my moment?” he asks.
“Precisely,” she grins.
“But that means we’re engaged,” he says, “Right?”
“Before you went off to join the army, I told you that being engaged wasn’t the best idea,” she explains, “I didn’t want to be holding you back or something.”
“So you broke up with me?” he asks.
“No, I just went back to being your girlfriend rather than your fiancée,” Y/N says. She places down the gun and tosses Bucky the box again, “Don’t worry, young Bucky wasn’t too sad about it.”
“Young Bucky,” Bucky repeats — he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated the title.
“Do you have a better idea on what to call you?” she asks. He shakes his head and the room falls silent. Horns honking and the chatter of passerby fill the air.
A few moments pass when Bucky walks over to her and opens the box. Y/N looks up at Bucky as he holds the ring out to her.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, her brows were furrowed and a small smile was rising on her lips.
“I think I’m asking you to marry me,” he says. Y/N’s eyes travel to the ring then back up.
“Bucky,” she breathes out.
“Before you try to talk me out of this,” Bucky says, “I just want my old life back and if this is what I would’ve done, marrying you doesn’t seem so bad.”
Y/N’s smile widens, “Not gonna buy me dinner first?”
Bucky laughs a little, “The pizza wasn’t good?”
“I bought the pizza,” she giggles.
“Well you said we can’t leave the house and I’m kinda broke,” he jokes.
“That’s alright with me,” she says. She holds out her hand and Bucky slips the ring on her finger. She holds up her hands and he puts his hand to hers. She giggles at their actions, “High-fives — real romance!”
He laughs again and Y/N observes the ring. Bucky’s eyes wander her happy features and she looks up at him again. She wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her head into his chest.
“Thank you,” she says.
“For what?” he asks, kissing the top of her head.
“For being you,” she says. The light knocking of the door makes them pull away from each other. Y/N grabs the gun and Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. She opens the door and immediately calms down.
“Am crezut că te-am auzit!” the woman exclaims. She lets out a small gasp, “Și cine e ăsta?”
“I thought I heard you! And who is this?”
“El e logodnicul meu,” Y/N pauses, “James. James, ea e vecina mea Maria.”
“He’s my fiancé, James. James, this is my neighbor Maria.”
Bucky holds out his hand, “Mă bucur să te cunosc.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nici măcar nu știam că Y/N se întâlnește!” Maria exclaims.
“I didn’t even know Y/N was dating!”
“Îmi pare rău că ți-am ascuns asta. Uite, Maria, suntem destul de ocupați. Vorbim mai târziu, da?” Y/N says.
“I'm sorry I hid that from you. Look, Maria, we're pretty busy. I'll talk to you later, okay?”
Maria apologizes and nods — leaving the two alone. Y/N shuts the door with a smile and places the gun on the counter.
“You speak Romanian?” Y/N smiles, “Wow, I got myself quite the man.”
Bucky laughs, “Well I think I got quite the fiancé.”
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arent u tired of being nice
bwess u i owe u my life...
now lets get to the rant (tm):
I Get the whole, “hoo hoo lore” thing blizzards got, but I truly do not understand how they put “McCree and Ashe and two others started the Deadlock Gang in Santa Fe, New Mexico” considering ashe literally lives there or that area and then have the GALL...THE NERVE. TO HAVE JESSE SAY HES FROM TEXAS LIKE MOST STEREOTYPICAL COWBOYS LIKE PL EA SE.
the only way I can see him even sayin that to Moira is bc hes just fuckin around tbh its already shown/said/implied? that he doesnt like her, and the fact hes possibly straight up LYING to her FACE abt where hes from seems v like him in my opinion KLSDFJLSKDFJDK
Which is ANOTHER THING... I love the “goofy charismatic dumbass” thing rlly I do, love that Jesse to bits but we cannot forget the absolute fuckin SMARTS this man has!! along with pessimistic/possibly cynic things he does in his comics!! He’s been through a lot, done a lot of good and a lot of bad, and he’s following his own way each time. yeah he worked under Gabe but even then he had his own rules he would abide by hence him eventually leaving overwatch/blackwatch anyway and!!
in his cinematic him saying that “they want me but really they need you” line!!! he knows whats goin on but he either wont or cant go back and i WISH blizzard would touch on that shit!! BUT NO INSTEAD WE GOT A GODDAMN CINEMATIC THAT WAS MORE OF A NEW HERO REVEAL THAN ANYTHING ELSE!! least I know he likes apple pie ig?? does he even tip like what was the coin he left behind worth anyways LKSDJFLSKDJF
his music choice is no surprise, and frankly it gave me quite an Idea uwu
but yeah..hes a charismatic sweetheart but also a stern jackass when hes gotta be i bet! [considering he fuckin told off Reyes, U know, HIS COMMANDING OFFICER SKDFJSLKDFJ love him,,to bits,,,, qwq] also look at that blackwatch retribution trailer and TELL ME TO MY FACE, LOOK INTO MY EYES, AND TELL ME THAT HE ISNT A GODDAMN WEREWOLF DID YALL SEE HIS CA N I N ES?!?!?!? his lil angry face when he puts his cigar in his mouth is so cute hes Angy..../)U///U(\
#i have many thoughts abt him but i cannot articulate it well#JacCree#moiwaiw#my xkit is gonna tag this right hopefully#honeyantler#Askies
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“I’m not letting you finish until you say ‘please’.”
Dominate me on Sinday | Accepting
¶ Such words had a soft, shy mewl spilling from Nero’s lips. He tilted his head, hiding his face against his arm as he bit his lip. He couldn’t let Dante have the satisfaction of hearing him sound like that again.
With his middle being wrecked with wave after wave of pleasure that built without breaking, Nero was beginning to shake all over. If it went on for too much longer-
“ Ple-.. “ Nero whimpered through gritted teeth, his back arching and hips rolling needily. There was a temptation to try and overpower Dante then, to take what he wanted from him- He peeked up at Dante and felt himself melt all over again.
“ Pl-ea..se... “ ¶
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Chest Ache
Contains swearing and innuendos
Quietly, Nightmare teleported, jumping universes. He glanced around the anti-void, sighing. A tendril snatched multiple strings, tugging on them sharply.
“Error?” He asked aloud “Don’t make me teleport up there.”
“...piss off...” Error hissed, Nightmare grimaced, pulling on the strings more.
“Get down here, I wanna talk.” He stated, the glitch growled lowly, unimpressed. “...c’mon...”
“Why should I?” He retorted, peering down at Nightmare, watching him roll his eye.
“Because I’m telling you to.” Another tendril snatched him by his waist, he yelped loudly, clawing at his strings desperately. “Stop.”
“L/e//t g/o!” He glitched madly, barely clinging onto his blue threads. One more tendril appeared, tangling around his hands and tearing them off. Error shrieked, dragged down to face the oil monster, noticing his single eye glowing softly.
“Calm down.”
“N/o!” He snapped, trying to sink his teeth into the tendrils. “L/e/t m//e g/o!”
“Stop that.” Nightmare hit him off the floor, gritting his teeth. Error felt the tendrils tightening around him, he wheezed, managing to pull his hands to his face and dig his teeth into the oily tentacle.
Nightmare winced, dropping the glitch entirely. Error scrambled to his feet, opening a portal and teleporting through it swiftly. Groaning, Nightmare fell onto his backside, stroking the tendril warily.
“...asshole...” He murmured, smearing oil over the bite wound. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he got up, jumping universes again. Immediately, he snapped all of his tendrils around Error, he struggled frantically.
“S-st//op! St/o//p i/t!” He panicked, hating the sensation around his body. Nightmare didn’t let go, keeping him trapped, watching as he tried to pull himself out of the tangled mess.
“...just calm down.” A tendril touched his cheek lightly, brushing against it. Error snapped his teeth at it, Nightmare flinched. “M’not gonna hurt you, alright? I just wanna talk.”
“F/u//ck o/ff!” Error snarled, spitting at the oil monster. “I’m n//ot go/ing b/a//ck t/o y/our sh//it sh/ow!”
“...really?” Nightmare tilted his head, he nodded quickly, feeling the tendrils squeeze the living daylight out of him. He gasped for air, panting rapidly, Nightmare simply watched. “You agreed, Error.”
“N-N/igh//t!” His ribcage started to close in on itself, the tendrils bending his ribs inwards, crushing them. “S...s//t/op...!” Nightmare grinned a little, amused.
“You agreed.”
“P-pl/ea/se!” He didn’t want to die “I-I’m s//o/rr/y!” And they loosened off, Error collapsed, mortified. The oil monster knelt down in front of him, one knee on the ground, gazing down at the trembling glitch.
“...you’re ‘sorry’?” He enquired, Error nodded weakly, choking down air. “...honestly...” Nightmare got to his feet, shaking his head. “You’re fucking pathetic, y’know?” He listened to the glitch whimpering, clawing at the ground with his fingertips. Nightmare glanced around the universe, staring at the stars.
“H...h-h//e/h...” Error curled into a ball, hugging his knees to his bruised ribcage, trying to settle his breathing. Nightmare looked down at him, slipping a single tendril around him, Error tensed up.
“...you still alive?” He questioned, Error didn’t respond, staring at the tendril around his midsection. “Answer me.” He nodded slowly, quivering like a leaf. “Good.” Nightmare jumped universe once more, taking the glitch with him. Instantly, Error started to struggle again, forced into a cell. “Behave.”
“N-N//ight/m//a/re!” The door slammed shut, Nightmare vanished, leaving Error alone.
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Once again, inspired by @donitkitt‘s Aftermath AU, because I love writing stuff for it.
Trigger warnings for panic attacks, injury, flashback, and implied torture (will I ever write anything happy for this AU? Who knows, lol)
His sons had been missing for four days now.
With the help of April and Casey, Splinter had been searching everywhere, the two humans searching above ground during the day while he scoured the sewers, the three of them teaming up when the sun set. No matter how much they looked though, now matter where they looked, there was no sign, no hint of where the turtles could be.
They were just…gone.
The small group was gathered around the kitchen table in the lair, pouring over a map of New York, marking off previous locations and deciding where to search next, when they heard a noise from the entrance to the lair. Someone else was there.
Instantly they were all on high alert, Casey going for a hockey stick while Splinter grabbed his staff and silently made his way to the source of the sound. Before he turns the corner, there’s a new sound, a hiccupping inhale of breath as if someone’s fighting back tears, and he almost stops, for a moment refusing to believe his ears.
He knows that sound, knows it from years back when comforting a smaller version of his youngest son after a nightmare, and just the thought of seeing his sons again has him tearing around the corner fasting than he thought he could move.
Standing there, one arm bracing him against the wall, eyes wide and tears dribbling down his face, is Michelangelo.
His youngest son looks up, and the moment their eyes meet, breaks down, a broken sob tearing its way out of his throat as he falls to his knees. This has Splinter scrambling to catch him, barely slowing the turtle’s descent towards the floor, and the brief relief he felt at seeing one of his boys home alive is erased by fear when he feels just how much Mikey is shaking, and by how the young turtle is alone, his brothers nowhere in sight.
“Michelangelo, what happened, where are your brothers?” Splinter asks, hands cupping the sobbing sixteen-year-old’s face. As he does this, rust-colored flakes fall from the far side of Mikey’s chin, and Splinter swears his heart stops as he notices the dried blood trailing from the boy’s mouth.
“D-Dad…they’re- we w-were- B-Bishop…” Mikey can hardly get a word out, his voice shaking and breaths too short and sharp, eyes wide and glazed with fear. As he speaks, Splinter sees the gap where a tooth used to be, and forces down his rising rage as he begins to connect the dots between his son’s injuries and stuttered words. That’s not what Mikey needs right now.
“It’s alright my son, you’re home now.” Splinter soothes, moving to Mikey’s side to support him as they begin to stand. “Come now, let me make sure you’re alright, April and Casey-”
“No!” Mikey almost shouts, pulling back towards the entrance to the sewers. “We, we gotta g-get back! H-He’s still got them! They’re- they’re st-still…!” He trails off, his shaking increasing as any more words he tries to get out are broken by gasps of breath and harsh sobs.
The sight of his youngest son, his once joyful and carefree Michelangelo now consumed by fear and pain, makes Splinter’s heart shatter.
“We will save your brothers Michelangelo, I promise.” Splinter consoles, trying to pour as much reassurance into his words and gaze as possible, anything to help the terrified turtle feel safe. “But first we must tend to your injuries, and then make a plan so we can bring them home safely.” As they begin to move further into the home, Splinter spots Casey standing a few feet away, unshed tears pooled in his eyes that are locked on Mikey, clearly unsure of how to help and desperately wanting to.
“Casey, go tell April to get the first aid kit, Michelangelo needs it.” Splinter urges, wanting to make sure his youngest is physically fine as quickly as possible. (Right now, he has to settle for just physically, unsure of how deep the fresh mental and emotional wounds run, and without knowing what happened there is so frustratingly little that he can do.) Casey hesitates, the conflict of wanting to stay and keep his friend in sight versus leaving for at least a moment in order to help clear, before sprinting off to tell April what’s going on.
When the two reach the kitchen, April and Casey are there waiting, April’s face twisting in momentary sorrow before being replaced by a soft smile.
“Hey there Mikey.” April greets gently, her movements slow and easily readable, waiting for the turtle to look at her before moving towards him and passing Splinter the first aid kit. The turtle just waves in response, sitting on the kitchen table and looking back towards the door, exhaustion practically radiating from his body but clearly wanting to get back out there as quickly as possible.
“First we’ll check for injuries, then we’ll talk and make a plan.” Splinter insists, easily reading his son and even though he himself wants to be out there, needs to find the others, he has to at least help Mikey before thinking of resuming the search. “We will save them, Michelangelo, I promise.”
Mikey nods, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders, taking a shaky breath in and letting it out, calming slightly. The turtle had numerous scrapes and bruises, but what worried Splinter the most was the missing tooth.
“Please open your mouth.” Splinter requests gently, his heart twisting as the simple query makes his son freeze momentarily before slowly opening his mouth. Splinter takes the boy’s chin in his hand, tilting Mikey’s head up so he can get a better look.
One of the top teeth to the right side of his mouth is missing, the empty socket where it should be red and irritated in a worrying way, the edges slightly jagged as if it were removed with force. Splinter once again stomps down on the anger that raises its head as images of Bishop tearing the tooth from Mikey’s mouth come unwanted to his mind’s eye.
“Casey, please get a warm cup of water and mix some salt in it.” The man in question quickly moved, eager to be of some assistance, quickly preparing the requested item.
“Michelangelo, I need to make sure this is clean.” Splinter says, taking the warm glass of salt water from Casey. “I need you to swish this over the wound so it doesn’t become infected.”
As he takes the glass from Splinter, Mikey hesitates, staring down at the glass with conflict clear in his eyes, knowing that the injury needs to be treated but not wanting it to hurt anymore than it already has, something that the contents of the cup with ensure.
“It’s alright, my son.” Splinter consoles, placing a gentle hand on Mikey’s shoulder. “It is for your own well-being so you heal as quickly as possible.”
Mikey nods, raising the glass to his lips, taking in a small mouthful of salt water.
The moment the cleansing liquid touches the empty socket, Michelangelo’s half-lidded eyes shoot open as he sharply inhales, choking on the salt water. He shoots backwards, falling off the table and onto the floor, scrambling even further back until his shell hits the wall, curling in on himself with his arms raised in defense.
“S-s-stop!” Mikey yells with barely enough air to get the sound out, breathing a mess of gasps and coughs, a fresh round of tears pouring from his eyes that are locked on something that isn’t there. “P-pl-eas-se! It h-hur-urts!”
“Michelangelo, you’re safe now, it’s alright.” Splinter says, desperately attempting to comfort his son, blinking back his own tears brought forth by how completely and utterly lost the sixteen-year-old is in his panic, surging forward to hold him in the hopes it would erase whatever horrible memory is playing in front of his eyes.
When April and Casey do the same, their own pacifying pleas pouring out as every fiber of their being screams to help their friend, Mikey’s eyes dart towards them and he sobs, trying to move away but unable to do so with the wall directly behind him. His desperate pleas have stopped, but that’s only because he can’t get enough air in, the coughing gone but his breaths too fast to even come close to providing enough oxygen. A pained whine torn from the turtle’s throat stops their approach, and their faces fall as they figure out what’s happening.
Because of whatever he’s seeing, whatever he’s reliving, Mikey’s afraid of them.
“You two, give him some space.” Splinter orders, his voice sharper than he intended but he just wants to erase this pain that his son is feeling, do something to alleviate it. They quickly leave the room, Casey standing at the exit for just a moment, looking back at Mikey, before April drags him away.
“It’s alright Michelangelo, breathe, just breathe.” The calming instructions do nothing to soothe the turtle though, his breaths keeping up with worrying rate and shaking as if experiencing his own personal earthquake.
Then, on a choked sob, Mikey’s eyes roll back as he passes out, slumping forward as his body shuts down from the exhaustion caused by panicking for so long and who knows what else, Splinter catching him by the rim of his shell before he hits the floor. The tears slow to a trickle before stopping, his breathing gradually slows to a healthier pace, and the tension leaves his body.
If it weren’t for the tear tracks staining his mask and his face, it would look like Mikey was just sleeping.
Splinter swallows his own sorrow as he gently lowers his son to the floor, knowing he’ll need Casey’s help to move him somewhere more comfortable. As he rises so he can let the two humans know what happened, Splinter feels that spark of anger again, this time feeling it grow as he thinks about what could have happened to cause such a reaction in his normally happy youngest. He takes that now burning hot rage and uses it to steel his resolve.
The man that did this to his son, that still has his other children, will pay.
#TMNT#Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles#TMNT 2003 Aftermath AU#TMNT Fanfiction#TMNT Fanfic#Donitkitt#Splinter#Michelangelo#Mikey#Casey Jones#April O'Neil#My writing#tw: panic attack#tw: torture#tw: flashbacks#Angst#Poor Mikey I'm so sorry to hurt you like this
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a growing list of things i would like to roleplay? why yes.
-- an arranged marriage of some sort between ardyn and another political figure. could be ignis. could be lunafreya. could be noctis. could even be ravus.
-- a modern au. ardyn’s the black sheep of the lucis caelum family for many reasons. family get togethers are an awful tense thing these days. there’s always a running bet to see how long it’ll be before a fight happens.
-- ardyn as some kind of vast cosmic eldritch horror wearing the body of a mortal. is he aware of this? is he completely oblivious? who knows!
-- ardyn’s been rejected from his death at noctis’s hands. the astrals have cast him down to live out one final lifetime. he can’t die by his own hand. he can’t be killed. but he has a chance, perhaps, to earn the chance to be forgiven. if he wants to be forgiven is another thing entirely.
-- ardyn gets the ring of the lucii. chaos ensues. ( somnus gets a lot of smack talk. every day. because ardyn will not give up putting it on. every day. not like the kings of yore can strike him down. he is somnus’s brother and therefore can’t be stopped. )
-- fate swap au. ardyn is the founder king or the chosen king. could be interesting to try out.
-- honestly just give me a verse where ardyn was king. or becomes king. please.
-- a roleplay set back when ardyn was the Sage, in proper; of him going and traveling amongst the people to help them.
-- some kind of supernatural creature verse. i think ardyn would make for an excellent wendigo, perhaps. who knows.
-- my trashy ass would love something with a/b/o, i admit. the social connotations and exploration of such things never fails to fascinate me.
-- ardyn just throwing up both hands ( and fingers ) at the astrals, saying “fuck you”, and becoming a hermit. that would be hilarious. noctis has to try finding him but good luck noctis he’s a hermit now.
-- ardyn as a bonus party member and traveling with the chocobros PLEASE LET ME HAVE HIM TRAVELING WITH THEM AND MAKING COMMENTARY ON THE ASTRALS LIKE HOLY SHIT THIS MAN HAS SOME SALT TO HIM LET ME HAVE THAT.
-- some kind of thread involving his time spent traveling over eos.
-- reincarnation? au? ???? PL EA SE? I WOULD ADORE THAT?
-- SOULMATE AU WOULD BE FANTASTIC I AM DOWN FOR SOULMATE AUS ARE ALWAYS FANTASTIC.
-- ardyn as a reincarnated god, perhaps. that would be vastly entertaining. honestly. oh man please.
-- more dark threads. torture. gore. pls. i would give my right arm to write something super dark some days.
and there’s probably a lot more that i could come up with. but these are what smacked me in the face and head right now. lordy lord. I HAVE A LOT OF STUFF I WOULD LOVE TO EXPLORE ON ARDYN.
#wishlist;#wishlist tag;#a/b/o cw#i will love anyone 5ever if you give me an 'ardyn as a bonus party member' thread
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Identity Theft | Chapter 18 | Homecoming
Tony didn’t care. Everything else ceased to matter, his only focus, his only concern — he had to get to Peter. He couldn’t reach the kid fast enough, his heart racing, pounding.
“Pl-ea-ea-se, pl-ease, g-get away! S-stop!” Peter sobbed, his cries wet, hoarse, exhausted — purely agonized.
“Hey, hey, Peter, it’s okay.” Tony reached the gurney, standing at the top near Peter’s head, hands firm on his shoulders to lessen his thrashing movements. “Hey, Underoo’s. Same side, okay? Same side.”
Glassy, blood-shot eyes looked all around the room, frantically darting at the mayhem that surrounded him. They locked in place the moment he saw Tony.
“M-make ‘e-em stop. P-please,” Peter begged, hyperventilating and grunting with ragged breath. “Ma-ake them sto — gah-agh!”
Tony pressed a firm palm against his forehead. “They’re here to help you, kid. I promise. We’re only trying to help.”
"Administering first dose. Fifty milligrams.”
A doctor injected the contents of a full syringe directly into the IV settled in the crook of Peter’s arm. Tony watched from the corner of his eyes as the colorless liquid traveled up clear tubing. Almost immediately the kid was jerking away, three other nurses plus himself struggling to hold him down.
“Ah-ah-gah!” Peter howled, his back arching from the gurney. “It burns! I-it — it burns, pl-please stop!”
His cries were so loud that his voice began to break, weak and wrecked from screaming, the strain tearing his throat raw. Standing at the top of the gurney, Tony cupped his palms around Peter’s cheeks. His fingers gripped his chin, hands closing in around his ears in hopes that it would dim the sound of hell that encircled them.
“You’re alright.” Tony held his face tighter, repeating the words like a mantra. “You’re alright.”
I legit wrote 17 chapters of a story so I could use this trope.
No regrets.
#spider-man#iron man#tony stark#peter parker#peter parker whump#whump#fanfiction#iron dad#spider son#irondad#spiderson#tony stark is peter parker's dad#and don't you dare take that away from me marvel#fanfic trope#medicine who needs medicine
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me yelling abt the new sander sides episode because i have no chill
under the cut, friendos!
i’m typing this as i listen/watch the video btw so it’s all in order! also this is very long
that’s... an intro.
i love joan so much hghfhgjfdhjk
new channel news yay
Tweet Tunes blz come back
“give me my shirt back!”
i still love the intro to sander sides so much
thomas what the fuck. i’m so confused
“Cast: Thomas Sanders” that’s sander sides in a nutshell
also thats a big fuckin wine glass
dont eat bad chicken wraps blz
“yeah but what’s your actual job?” oof
the beginning is very slow paced imo blehh. a good reflection on thomas’ mood in the video tbh
“i feel bad about feeling bad” me all the time
i cant believe roman got slapped in the face
roman x katana otp uwu
“Logan!!! It’s Patton!!” that was both cute and kinda odd? did he think logan would be suspicious of him being deceit? probably not
logan really goin for those claps and syllables
“Although I am overcome by a titillating, tingly sensation whenever deadlines are met” l-logan? what??? did you just say?? i agree with roman’s reaction on this one.
the poor 4th wall. also i’m not belittled
patton called himself, roman, and logan daddy
VIRGIL!!!!
virgil flapping as he’s like “Are you serious??”
the countless amount of beeps as roman and logan argue.
bestest duo
god the stretching shit
ROMAN GOT CALLED THE FUCK OUT
i mean we been knew he’s insecure but still
“do you know how dangerous that is?”
“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay”
dfkghdfkjhdskj patton knows what everyone calms down with hghghgfh
i love how logan just immediately starts solving the cube lol
it was 25 seconds jfc logan
tfw you’re just so good at being creativity that you color the mona lisa with shitty colors
are.. are they making a vine reference?? with the loop thing??
F r o o t
S am e s i es logan s w ea t y B L Z
“get naked??” ROMAN PL E A SE
he was ready to strip what the F UCK
intact and wet?
hfgjkhdjk logan’s trying his best
Sometime’s we don’t know that there’s a question to be asked: clarified
LOGAN COMPLIMENT PATTON FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE
i want a cogitating cap but it’s $25 sobs
textbooks, m I S T A KES (roman jfc), PUPPETS!!
yes virgil defend pat
tbh i had the same thoughts as logan at first abt the adult thing..
roman you over did the chin, buddy
“you are unbelievably extra any time you get” “put a sOCK IN IT!”
and then virgil becomes a sock puppet
I LOVE HIM I’LL TAKE 5
sweet coraline!!! BA BA BAAAAA
“if by up you mean the opposite of down to do this” that was very convoluted
what is with roman not liking the word figuratively??? are you ok?? is there some secret angst behind the meaning of that word?
patton cursed again
is... 5 by 5 a thing???
jfc logan, you wear light wash jeans?? i thought they would be dark
oh and you hit roman in the eye
ngl i laughed because he’s a puppet and couldn’t blink
oh my god logan looks so regretful w h a t?
also L is a new nickname
“Maybe I should go” “NO”
o shit
slight throwback to when Logan left in moving on part 1??? :3c
hfdjkhfkjd like mAR IA
ew feelings
“i’d rather go live in a garbage can” same
thomas we love you so much feelings are weird
jfc patton.
“oh i’m sorry, EXCEPT I’M NOT!”
big oof at roman being called out
“oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “... an ARM”
i mean he’s not wrong but i feel like he could’ve thought about that phrase a little more carefully
i really liked the text stuff when logan was talking about “Why?”
solid electric company reference yeet
SHSHDHGHSHSHDHHSHSHH
logan flailing his arms is a mood
“i could list off several factors that very well could be contributing to your doubts” someone let him sp e a k
and it’s virgil.
lmao that was a big “I’ll take what I can get” bit for logan ngl rip
hfgkdhjdkfs virgil as the count i’m
logan’s looks he’s giving virgil are m o o d s
“three depressing speculations, ah ah ah...”
“four uncomfortable characters in this room”
“jeez you slobbily eat some jam and accidentally make a jew puns and now you’re suddenly sensitive about being taken seriously?” “I’m not a joke!”
YI K E S
the logan angst i’ve been craving
logan blz hhhhhh
headcanon: adjusting his tie is a big stim
you can see virgil’s expression in the puppet when patton calls him a cute muffin wowie puppeteering is neat!
roman ur being an ass
“it’s too bad your brain isnt as big as your chin” “well you smell like FOOT” hfdjhgjfkdhs
there’s so many more logan screenshots i gottttttt yessss
“what? no-” too late, it’s musical time
“another song, really?” logan, you literally sang last episode
this patton angst return
“Did that work?” “Nope!” logan’s face at that. b o i did you not pay attention? to moving on pt 2? he was kinda there as thomas right?? maybe?? oh no
“I knew you’d listen to me as too scary to ignore” hello @asofterfan got that thing down to a T.
logan just looks so shook like “oh shit”
“but when you lo-care for someone...” virgil, we all heard it.
logan breaking down the musical into just the keyboard was p cool
hghgnhghfhsg THE ONE SHOT SLAM
ahdsdshjkdfsk i love this part with logan and thomas so MU CH
ALSO! I think there was a key change to something minor? sounded much more overlooming/scary as they ended their verses
“You’re lost” “I’m right here” “It’s okay. I was lost once too...” i’m just shook.
roman just hangs his actual dirty socks jfkdkfdh
that trumpet thoooooo
virgil just callin everyone out today
logince angst content yeet
“logic always has a part to play, logan” ye s s s s ss validate him, virgil
virgil is callin out and validatin everybody today
dont hug me i’m scared ref, nice
moxiety hug!!
“that god i can move my arms again”
i can’t say i was surprised with logan becoming a robot sorta puppet
“iron giant nerd!” yeah
“I’ve never felt anything in my life” no patton squeal?
oh my god logan just said beep boop what a nerd
virgil telling patton about the innocent talks thing was something i really liked and was expecting eventually tbh
logan giving roman a high five!!!
“you did the stretchy arm!” “it’s not as gross when a robot does it” i need to see the arm thing jfc
“Can you tell me how to get-” “How to get to sesame street!” they just all... left him. rip
logan can’t summon well or control his shapeshifting powers that well?? hmm?
i love that ending with the sesame street throwback again aaaaaa
the way roman and patton laughed in the end card?? what the hell lmao
thomas throwing shade at himself with his own characters is a mood
Thanks to everyone who works on Sander Sides!! This was the longest episode yet, I think. The team grew so much
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Prompt: Locked in a trunk
Fandom: OC
Character: Lorenzo Demitrianus
Word Count: 809
TW: Kidnapping
Written for @badthingshappenbingo
Prompts with dots on them have already been requested and are in the queue. Crossed out prompts have been completed.
“Get off! Get the fuck off, you bastards!”
The laughter that rose from the men surrounding Lorenzo made the ifrit’s blood boil; he grit his teeth, eyes blazing as his arms were wrenched behind him, coarse rope digging into his flesh as his wrists were tightly bound. Renzo breathed heavily through his nose, staring at the half dozen or so men who were all grinning at him. Bounty hunters, Lorenzo suspected, or perhaps slavers. Didn’t matter. Lorenzo glanced over at their wagon, scowling. It was an open-air horse-drawn cart; there was no way they could keep him contained in something like that. He would just need to wait for an opportunity to jump out.
The ropes were still being wrapped around him, moving from his wrists around his chest, tightly constricting him. One looped around Lorenzo’s neck and back, and another around and around his ankles, cinching them tightly together and restraining them close to his bound wrists.
“You think that’s gonna help?” Renzo growled; every time the ropes got tighter, he felt as if the anger in him was pushed closer to the surface, “Once I get out of this I’ll cut every one of your fucking throats…”
More snickers from the crowd. The laughter made Renzo feel like he was seconds from exploding into flame; he could imagine his sword driving straight into their grinning faces. Bloody cowards.
“You’re not gonna have a chance, kid,” said one of the men, nodding to a couple of others, “Go grab the chest.”
Renzo’s eyes narrowed as the pair pulled a heavy wooden chest from the back of the cart; it was large enough to need two people to carry, and it thumped heavily when they set it down on the grass in front of Lorenzo. He craned his neck to see inside when it was opened, but, to his confusion, there was nothing inside.
Then, understanding hit the ifrit just before the bandit said, “Get him inside.”
Lorenzo jolted hard, falling forward onto his face to the sound of laughter. His golden eyes were wide, sudden fear hitting him like a crossbow bolt to the heart. Rough hands grabbed Renzo from behind, gripping his shirt, his arms, winding painfully through his long ponytail. The group lifted Lorenzo with ease despite his thrashing and dropped him into the large chest with a painful thump. His head hit the bottom and he flinched, trying to twist himself upright.
Renzo had just a second to look up at the sky, and the men’s faces silhouetted against it before the lid was slammed shut, blocking out all the light. There was a heavy, metallic clicking sound: a padlock being secured into place.
Lorenzo raked in a harsh, shuddering gasp. He felt as if he’d been stabbed; suddenly, all the air seemed to have been drawn from his lungs. His chest hurt, his heart beginning to pound hard in his rib cage.
Renzo thrashed back and forth, and the shoulder that most of his weight was on spasmed painfully. The chest was big enough to fit his hogtied body, but barely; the sides pressed into him, his head touching one end, feet pressed to the other. Lorenzo’s breathing grew more hitched, more rapid. Behind his back, he twisted his hands desperately in their bindings trying to wriggle loose. The coarse rope was wearing abrasions into the delicate skin of his wrists, but the bindings themselves were tight, and Renzo could feel his mind starting to dull with panic.
No light, no air...I can’t...I can’t breathe…
“You’ll...hah...you’ll pay...for this…!” Renzo shouted. His voice sounded small and frightened, even to his own ears, and Renzo could feel himself trembling, his muscles contracting as if he had been dropped into an ice-covered lake. There was a shifting, a sudden sensation of motion, and Lorenzo realized the box was being lifted, planted back onto the cart. “Stop! Let me out, I’m...I’m fucking warning you…!”
There was no response. Lorenzo didn’t even know if his voice could be heard outside of the chest. His breathing became more frantic, more shallow, each tiny, desperate inhale felt like it was making him more lightheaded. The darkness in the chest seemed like a physical thing, bearing down on Lorenzo, crushing his lungs. Each inhale was like breathing in fire, each exhale shorter and more panicked. He shut his eyes, white spots flashing in front of his vision.
“Let me out...let me…” Lorenzo’s voice was fainter; he felt like his head was full of cotton. His chest ached, his limbs tensed to the point of soreness, “Please...please...pl...ea...se…”
Then, as the walls of the chest seemed to press into Renzo and the movement of the cart shook him, he took in one more pained gasp of air before he fell into merciful unconsciousness.
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me: pls shave john's nasty beard off
husband: N O
me: PL EA SE
husband: NO
me: HE LOOKS BAD :(
husband: NOPE
me: LOOK AT HIMMMMMM HE LOOKS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD I WANNA SEE HIS FACE
husband: ...nah lmfao
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