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ch3rriewine · 7 months

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Photo Booth Kissin' {P.P.}

summary: Peter's an awkward loverboy, but he's your awkard loverboy.

warnings: none i think just fluff :3, TASM!Peter Parker x reader hehe, no use of y/n, reader is kinda like super girly w the bows and sparkles idk

a/n: I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS SORRY here tho!

Peter’s life was boring—peaceful, but boring. Don’t get him wrong; being Spiderman is cool and all, but Peter Parker’s life could use some work. The most exciting thing that has happened to him recently was the time he got two yolks in one egg. Riveting stuff, right?

During another one of his literature classes that he doesn’t know why he took, he spots you. With a bow in your hair and a knit sweater falling over your figure, your head propped on your manicured hand while scribbling notes with the other. You sit in front of him and if Peter squints, he can see the small doodles littering the pages. Before he knows it, the professor announces that the lecture is done for the day. Peter panics; he wants to talk to you before you disappear and turn out to be a dream, but what would he even say? Doesn’t matter anymore since he chases after you to the door.

“Hey,” he says, looking a tad flushed after tripping over someone's water bottle.

“Oh, hi” you respond, your eyes a little widened at the sudden interaction.

“I, uh, I’m Peter” he say, sticks out his hand for you to shake. You take it and tell him your name. He repeats it in his head about a hundred times.

“I just, uhm, wanted to ask about…” he trails off, trying to remember if there were any assignments given. “The essay he said we had to do, yeah. When is it due again?” he hopes to any higher being that there was an essay due soon.

“Ah, yeah, it’s due next Monday” you reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile, ready to go back to your dorm.

“Cool, uhm, thanks! See you around, hopefully” with that, he bolts, leaving you confused and flushed. Hopefully

The cute boy in your class wants to see you around.

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Two days later, Peter sees you again. It’s in the same class, and you’re as pretty as ever. He psyches himself up to sit next to you.

You look up from your laptop when he asks you if he can sit next to you. You nod, of course, and smile. He looks nervous, with fingers tapping on the table and cheeks a little red. It’s cute.

“Have you started on that essay?” you ask, trying to start conversation since it looks like he won’t.

“Huh? What essay? We have an essay?” he turns to face you, eyes wide.

“Yeah, the one you asked me about?” you laugh a little.

“Oh, no, I didn’t” his shoulders slump back down, and you smile at him.

“I didn’t either; I had other work to finish” he stares at you a little; it’s flattering, really. How shy he is around you. He barely knows you, but he’s convinced himself that you’re the greatest thing ever. He also may have looked up your instagram and fallen even harder as he looked at all your posts. Peter now knows what you ate at Thanksgiving 3 years ago.

“Same, I’m in STEM so you could imagine” he says, resting his head onto the table. Sleep deprivation a thing he is well acquainted with, unfortunately.

“STEM, wow, you must be smart then. Why’re you taking a classic lit class then?” Sure, you might’ve slipped in a compliment; it's not a crime to flirt a little. It takes Peter a few seconds to respond as he processes what you said, you think he’s smart.

“Uh, I was going through a phase with classic lit at the time, and I’ve been lazy to drop it. And, uh, I’m not that smart—pretty average actually. Like the most moderate person ever” He’s rambling and kind of lying. He’s doing really well in his other classes.

“Yeah? I think you’re pretty smart if you’re in STEM. Not everyday a guy is both pretty and smart.” His cheeks turn even redder, if possible, and he makes a sort of out of breath sound. “If you need any help with this class, I’d be happy to give you my notes on the book”

Jesus, you’re gonna kill the poor boy.

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From then on, you sit beside him and throw in some flirty comments while he struggles to reciprocate. It feels too good to be true, how you seem interested in him and how you eagerly talk to him after lectures, even giving hm your number to talk about “class”. He’s waiting for the day you ghost him.

“Hey, would you maybe want to, like, hang out? Like on a date or something? Or just as friends! Actually, yeah, just hang out as friends; forget I said date sorry,“ he flounders, waiting for the rejection. Oh God, he’s just messed up the whole friendship and you’re gonna think that he’s weird and a creep and-

“I’d love to go on a date, Peter,” you smile “I was waiting for you to ask.”

“Oh, great, is Saturday at 3 okay? I’ll meet you outside your building and we could walk to that arcade?” He asks, eyes hopeful.

“Saturday at 3 is great. I love arcades, but you have to help me with the claw machines” For someone so smart and handsome, he doesn’t let himself think people like him.

“See you Saturday, Peter” you tiptoe to kiss his cheek, leaving sticky residue from your sparkly gloss and walk to your next class. He stands in place, a little starstruck and a lot flustered. He leaves the lipgloss there.

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Saturday finally comes, and now it’s your turn to be nervous. You’ve switched outfits countless times, your hair is out of place, and your makeup doesn’t seem to flatter you. You’ve settled on a pretty blue dress with tights to protect you from the small chill. Two little bows clipped into your hair and knit cardigan falling over your shoulders—makeup finally looking presentable enough with maybe a little too much glitter on your eyes, but whatever. Your phone chimes as you’re applying pink sparkly gloss, and your heart skips a beat. He’s here.

You throw your phone and lip gloss in your purse and bolt out the door. You spot him outside your building, as promised. He looks wonderful. Brown sweater and worn-in denim jeans—you can’t believe he’s so shy around you when he looks like that. He finally spots you, and wow, he thinks.

“Hey," he scolds himself for being so casual when he should be whisking you away to Italy, or something. He could’ve at least gotten you flowers.

“Hi, you look great,” you say in front of him, and seeing you up close is making him fall even harder, if possible.

“You look, wow, you’re just, wow” he can’t even believe you’re into him.

“Cmon, I wanna win some plushies,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He grips your hand harder and laces your fingers.

The walk is calm and the air is starting to get cool. You talk about class and a show you started. Peter listens intently, making mental notes about what you like and don’t like. Your hands stay intwined, and his thumb traces patterns on the back of your hand. He’s gotten more comfortable and less panicky in your presence, so you get to see his personality shine through. He’s incredibly funny. You can’t stop laughing on your way there, and he can’t stop thinking of more things to make you laugh.

The arcade is dark, with flashing lights from every game. Peter goes to buy some tokens, refusing your offer to pay half. Grabbing Peter’s hand and making a beeline for the claw machines, everyone knows they’re rigged, but you don’t care. You eagerly take the tokens and attempt to win the Kuromi plushie. After the 5th? 6th attempt? When the claw has dropped the plushie, you give up.

“Why do they do this to people! It’s false hope!” you whine to Peter as he laughs at your pout.

“Lemme try,” he nudges you over and puts in a token.

You watch with eyebrows furrowed as he wins it on his first attempt.

“What the hell, Peter?” you crouch to pull the plushie from the machine.

“What? Do you not like it?” He faces you, examining the stuffed, is she a rabbit? What animal even is Kuromi?

“I love her; just, how did you win it?” You look up at him incredulously. He must have some weird power that makes him win every claw machine.

“Oh, I don’t know; just position it right?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling in the process. You want to smooth them out with your fingers.

“Thank you!” you’re genuinely really excited over a cheap stuffed toy, not because you really wanted it, but because Peter won it for you. You wrap your arms around his neck in thanks. Peter freezes. He fees like a teenager at how he’s reacting to a hug of all things. He snaps back and hugs you back. You pull away to kiss his cheek. This is the second time you’ve kissed his cheek, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get used to it.

“Lets go play games, pretty boy,” pulling away and leaving Peter to gather his brain and follow along.

You watch as he plays Pac-Man; its silly, but you love his face when he’s focused. Brows furrowed and lips in a thin line. He really is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. And he’s infatuated with you! Of all people! You swear half the girls in the class have a crush on him, but he gets nervous around you. You play some air-hockey, which you won (he let you win), and he won you some more plushies and some candy at the infamous claw machines.

When the games get old, the two of you leave the building. The sun is setting at this point, and you’re dreading leaving him.

“Oh, look! There’s a photo booth!” you point, excitedly tugging on his arm. “We should take some pictures.” you drag him into the booth, both of your thighs squished together and his legs at an awkward angle. He feeds the machine a few bucks, and the screen starts to count down.

You put on a sickly sweet smile, scrunching your eyes while Peter smiles big with pearly white teeth on display. The second photo you lean into Peter and he wraps his arm around you, pulling your body close to his. The third photo, you go for it. You grab his face and kiss him. His hands stay in the air as the glitter on your lips transfers to his. You taste like vanilla. You pull away, a little anxious that he didn’t want it. Those thoughts get pushed away when he grabs the sides of your face and kisses you until you can’t think. His hands are warm and big covering your cheeks as his lips move against yours. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck once more and deepen the kiss. Your lips move together in tandem as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs, the movement comforting.

The fourth photo is blurry, and you walk out with all your lipgloss on Peter’s lips.

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prototoype · 2 months

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" are we there yet? :0"

!! DISCLAIMER !!

since this is a fairly new character, things are subject to change. this is only my personal interpretation of this character until we get more info on him!

hi hi!! welcome to this silly little blog ^_^

sum stuff abt me!-- u can call me rad! my main blog is @90sfancade i use any pronouns but i have a preference for he/they. DO NOT USE SHE/HER ON ME!!!

boundaries-- im 17, so pls don't b weird >_>.. ill accept silly asks of any kind but idk about anything suggestive. NO NSFW AT ALL!! just dont be weird abt it ty i may dive into some sensitive themes here?? like unreality , body dysmorphia , and maybe some blood ? ... but thats a maybe ! DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG IF YOU ARE A PROSHIPPER OR NSFW BLOG. I DO NOT WANT YOU NEAR ME, PLEASE RESPECT THAT.

sum stuff abt the blog!-- uh warnings for this blog were listed earlier but i honestly dont know what else i could possibly list, not yet anyway. like i said, prototype is fairly new (not even in the elevator yet!) and things are subject to change, especially this intro post on that note, i'm not too sure about shipping .. uhh i'd say for sure i would not feel comfortable with any romantic stuff with miche. at all feel free to sorta treat this as an ask blog as well i guess? some things may be accompanied with doodles if i feel like it >_> idk tho

umm and dats abt it!!! ooc posts will be tagged with #radismz or /ooc in character posts will be tagged as #digitoy be nice n have fun :D

psst btw i have other blogs :3 this one too!

#regretevator #roblox regretevator #regretevator prototype #prototype regretevator #radismz #digitoy #ask blog

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askamnesiamoonjumper · 2 years

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edit: HEY EVERYONE LOOKING AT THIS POST GO READ AAU FIC RIGHT NOW BC IM TIRED OF THIS POST BEING IN MY NOTIFS 24/7💥💥💥💥

Ok sorry about that now back to your regularly scheduled program: A!au toh au when??

Yeah hi I was bored n thinking about this idea and also wanted to do a style study for toh, (ignore that I had to use bases for the bodies I couldn’t draw them😭 my lines where too shaky I’m not the best at tracing stuff so I cheated a tiny bit) I had originally thought of this idea ages ago in a doodle where they all went to hexide and it was more a high school au if anything but now that the show is further along I thought of a more fleshed out idea for this hypothetical au!

Technically this could count as just a regular Ahit toh au BUT I based it off of ideas and hcs in aau so yeah I’m sticking with that

Also the characters aren’t one to one with toh characters it’s more just a “how would these characters and their story translate over to toh universe” thing but most characters can be tied to a toh character as being based on/in the role of if that makes sense like I said it’s a bit of a mixing pot with the characters

Uh yeah info about the basic idea for the characters/story:

The whole story with prince and Vanessa instead of prince getting locked in a cellar to die van curses him instead, but somehow idk how yet he ends up turning the tables and splitting the curse with her. I like the idea that prince is from his respective time period as Ahit and falls through a time pool so we get the same concept of this guy is old and from a long time ago just with skipping over the death ghost part so yeah he gets sent to present Snatcher is basically the eda character he has the curse and takes elixir (which I hc is blue bc haha Ahit reference)

If it’s not obvious from her design Vanessa is the belos of this au lol Probably instead of the emperors coven it’s something like the Queen’s court? I think it’s got a neat ring? Anyway yeah uh not much to say about her she’s basically the same lol, also I like the idea she uses illusions to hide her appearance and also to manipulate mj and the citizens 👀

mj is basically a combo of s2 Lilith and Hunter! He’s a grimwalker made by Vanessa to replace prince basically he’s made to be her perfect fairy tale Prince Charming that loves her and would never ever betray her <oblivious But yeah same idea as Hunter of being made as a clone of someone else BUT they’ve got a more similar role to Lilith in which they end up befriending the main cast and living with them Also included their “golden gaurd” design not sure what to call it? Moon prince? Moon something idk lol you guys might could help with that but yeah that’s the fit they got when with van also we got blood Amy too in which Vanessa gives her curse to mj after finding his palismen (she eats them belos style ofc lol) speaking of I still need to draw the palismen but I have some cool ideas!

Dels idk what to say besides uh she lives with snatcher n we still got the qpr going ofc lol sorry I don’t got much on her 💔 though I DID consider making her a star child to go with the twilight god thing but I also considered making eclipse a star child because the design is similar plus gives an excuse for him to be here without the fusion plus I think Vanessa using eclipse sounds cool it makes sense he’s prince in canon so like ofc she’s drawn to him but yeah still thinking about that

Time twins are our luz stand in, hc timmys jacket is snatchers like luzs jacket is eras bc I think it’s cute lol dont question why he has it idk I didn’t have the time pool idea at the time and bow is kinda like the willow/gus of the group and mu is the amity? Mu being a bully at first until joining the friend group n stuff and bow being the sweet straight man to the rests antics

Drawing time twins with round ears was cursed Anyway mu is a hybrid still, She’s half witch half eberwolf species! Cooking cat and Sam get to be her bio parents here instead of adopted so that’s cool

Shapes is the Vee stand in and omg they where really fun to design

I like the idea of the changelings/council being titan trappers? Considering they’re a cult? I think it sounds cool so maybe like shapes sneaks in with a disguise or like the trappers take them in or the trappers are basilisk in this universe? Idk considering no one in the cast is a titan it wouldnt really make sense so like maybe they are basilisk or basilisk hunters? Still chewing on the council lol sorry

Sorry I’ve been putting it off BUT curses!: basically same logic as canon they go by eda and belos logic respectively so van is a creepy skeleton cryptid ass monster and snatcher is a animal beast! BUT he’s not a bird like eda or Lilith ,and also not a snake though that would fit in being a more obvious choice, he’s ACTUALLY a ferret! Mostly bc I thought it was funny but it stuck lol they are furry and noodly so it works, plus I’m a sucker for the monster has innocent name but is actually terrifying trope lol, also idk about blood moon? They get cursed yeah but I don’t think they get transformed into anything mostly bc I have no ideas for them lol plus it’s more focused on the illusion hypnosis whatever abd not the curse itself

Anyway on to covens/magic specialties! The kids are obvious because they have the uniforms lol but I’ll still list them anyway: Time twins: Oracle/illusion Bow: beast keeping Mu: constructed Prince: Oracle/bard Snatcher: Oracle/potion Delilah: plant/healing Mj: bard Vanessa: illusion Shapes: abomination

But yeah that’s kinda it lol I do plan to add more doodles or ideas later but yeah hoo boy these took forever but it was a fun style challenge plus fun to design everyone!

Sorry if these notes are kinda all over the place oof I didn’t bother to double check them so sorry if it sounded rambley

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thegreatgodpam · 1 month

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so.

bit of a pipeline of how this idea came to my mental doorstep: there's an au made by ruffwoof (think I spelled that right, but anxious about pinging) where all the turtles are different animals, with Mikey being a frog. now, a friend of ours (Angelo) posted a doodle of frog Mikey, originally in discord which is where a different friend (Daisy) said "rottmnt au but they're all frogs" and, thus, Kung Fu Frog AU was born.

In this au, basically everything is the same except the turtles are frogs and splinter is a cat. Cause why not.

So far, I've made a few concept sketches and had some ideas about characterization and stuff, so here we go:

To break it down a bit more (pronouns tbd, going with canon for now. also I'll be giving the bros frog legs, the pictures above are, again, just concept sketches):

Raph. 16 year old goliath frog, uses an axe for a weapon. Listens to Mitski and Mother Mother, and a little bit of girl in red. (The chonk man ever.)

Donnie. 15 year old poison dart frog, uses a halberd with some tech modifications. Listens to Baby Metal. (He has games on his phone.)

Leo. 14 year old red eyed tree frog, uses a scythe ("if I'm not straight, then my weapon shouldn't be either" -forg Leo). Listens to Black Eyed Peas, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and similar and also Micheal Buble? (Skinniest mfer around, tallest of the whole group. Legs fo dayyzz.)

Mikey. 13 year old flying frog, uses a sun and moon pointed sword for a weapon. Listens to electronic music and video game soundtracks, definitely an ipad kid. (Bro got da pants.)

Splinter. 56 year old ginger cat, does not fight often but uses claws when he does. Listens to jazz and r&b, but will also listen to anything recommended to him by his sons and April. (He be a tall man, cause tall splinter is very funny to me. He got lost in his instincts once and tried to eat the bros but the Bonked him really good and now he's okay again. The bros also chomped on his whiskers sometimes.)

April. 22 year old human, tends not to fight but has several daggers and knives on her person at all times. Listens to all kinds of alternative music, though leans heavily towards goth to match her fashion. (Transfem goth girlie beloved. She's Jamaican and has lesbian parents. She's my favorite. :) [though any advice or info about how I should and could portray her ethnicity would be much appreciated, I know none of the things-])

Any other potential characters are yet to be thought about, though any ideas for anyone and anything are welcome.

Uh- yippee ig-

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askhell-llc · 1 year

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But, uh, we’re back. Sorta. We’ll answer stuff when we get the time.

[OOC: Hi! @stinkysdiner here. Still mourning the accidental deletion of the original ask blog but I thought it’d be fun to partially bring it back. Running this ask blog for so many years was honestly the most fun I think I’ve ever had in any fandom. Anyway, it won’t be nearly as active/consistent as it was in its heyday, but the inbox is open!]

[For anyone new: this is an old ask/doodle blog for the employees of Hell LLC! You can ask any of the workers, but you’ll primarily be seeing Jurgen, Brady, Hugh, Stinky, Satan, and Skun-ka’pe. The general time period of the blog itself is post-Devil’s Playhouse. For more context on how I write these guys, check out my essay collection!]

[With all that said, ask away! And hopefully Jurgen won’t lose this ask blog too…]

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princeanxious · 1 year

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Yo so uh. Beware of a possible discord scam thats going around that is called 'verify and shame' bc it looks sketchy ad hell and now im yella worried abt the safety of my acct bc it was sent to me through an acct of an old friend???

It starts w/ something about 'hey this person who had your same acc tname and profile said this they did this awful stuff and so I'm blocking you until you can going to this server and verify that it wasn't you' so i couldnt even message this friend anymore to tell them that their acct couldve been hacked

(I blame the fact that i just woke up and was rly out of it for why I actually checked out the link, bc it was an actual server but the setters were set up with only one channel called 'verify' and no one was allowed to type in it even though there were like 2000 members to the channel already.)

So uh. Yeah. Beware.

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cartoonsbyandie · 2 years

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Uglytie and Critias the Traitor 👀

WIP Challenge 5. Uglytie

Ugly tie is a doodle I never posted! Divorced from its context:

10. Critias the Traitor

This was/is(?) a Yugioh fanfic to go along with my Orichalcos!Kaiba AU, which I still have a massive soft spot for. It was going to be a canon rewrite of all of Season 4 from Kaiba's POV, with the twist being that Kaiba starts using the Seal of Orichalcos and wild stuff happens to him. I hit a snag in that I didn't know how to do Canon Rewrite well, and was strictly trying to use all the same dialogue that's show on-screen, only writing original stuff if I was changing a scene or adding things. Which made things kinda boring.

That said there are about 10,000 words to it so far. Funnily enough I stopped right before the first Seal use, you'd think that'd be the fun part. XD

I couldn't narrow down a part to post, so uh. Here's most of Chapter 2. (Context you need is that in this AU, Seto goes to the Industrial Illusion's American branch early, and is there for the whole first duel between Joey and Mai. He and Mokuba break in and are in the security booth, trying to unlock the rest of the doors. Then Joey unlocks Hermos, and...)

… Something flashed, from the corner of his eye.

“Huh?” Kaiba looked down-- it’s coming from his Duel Disk? The top card-- it’s glowing! Again! This is exactly what happened before, during his duel with Alister! He couldn’t resist the urge to draw it, knowing it was The Fang of Critias. “That dragon…!” He murmured-- he thought he’d been seeing things when it glowed the first time, but now it was brighter, the white color growing more intense until--

A pulse of light, forcing Kaiba to shield his eyes with his arm. And when he opened them again…

Ah-- He’s floating…! In a bubble of white light, but he could still see all around him. And what he saw was… unbelievable. It’s like a fairy-tale castle! Scratch that, it’s like a fairy-tale everything. Lush green forest, pristine blue sky, a waterfall nearby projecting a rainbow over the land. It was so positively storybook that Kaiba could vomit. “What is this…? I must be dreaming again…!”

“Kaiba…”

“Nnh--!” That wasn’t the voice he heard, when he hallucinated the first time. It had the same ethereal air, like it was coming from all around him, but this one sounded more masculine.

“We don’t have much time, before Hermos is released. You must listen.”

Hermos? What is-- Rrgh, who cares!? “No thanks! I’ve seen enough for one day! Just who-- uh?” He felt movement on the edges of his vision, glancing down and spotting a black, three-pronged tail swishing beneath him. Kaiba turned around.

“Critias…!”

The black dragon towered over him, Kaiba hovering at about its chest height. Steam escaped from its open mouth-- Kaiba wondered if it was stuck open like that, with those two massive fangs at the edges of its jaws.

“You must stay true.”

The dragon’s mouth didn’t move when it spoke, yet somehow, Kaiba knew it was the owner of that voice. He stared wide-eyed, waiting for a moment, hoping the dragon might say more, but heard nothing. “And just what is that supposed to mean?!”

Before he could get an answer, a distant roar ripped through the air-- one that didn’t come from Critias. Both Kaiba and the dragon peered over towards the castle, white beams of light shooting through the windows and slowly engulfing the world. Kaiba thought he heard Critias try to say something else, but it felt too far away to make out.

“Ungh--!” Gravity fell back on top of him, Kaiba stumbling backwards until his back hit a wall.

“Seto? Hey, Seto! Are you okay?” That was Mokuba’s voice. Kaiba’s eyes snapped open-- he was back at Industrial Illusions. The Fang of Critias was in his hand, not glowing at all. What in the world was that!?

“Did you notice anything strange, Mokuba?” Kaiba rarely asked things like this. He knew what the answer was, it was always the same. But this time, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Besides the way your acting…?” Mokuba answered, making Kaiba’s heart drop into his stomach. “I was just gonna tell you, I got the security open, and then you smacked into the wall!”

Mokuba saw nothing. It was all in Kaiba’s head, just like every other hallucination he had. Mokuba didn’t know about those. No one did, and no one ever would. (At least Critias hadn’t been melting, with an image of his baby brother trapped inside.) “I’m fine. Forget I asked. Do you have access to all systems?” Kaiba asked, stepping into the security room to peer over Mokuba’s shoulder. Looks like he did a good job! That lifted his spirits a bit, and so did placing Critias on top of his deck once more. (Next time it glowed, he was leaving it there.)

“I will in a sec… Open sesame!” Mokuba announced, with a satisfying ping from the computers. “Access granted!”

“Good. Get the doors open. The sooner we get out of this dump, the better.”

“I’m on it!”

“Hm.”

“You’re about to meet my new friend, Hermos!”

That proclamation from the ground floor, followed by a rumbling growl, got Kaiba to turn back towards the railing. That was Wheeler-- and did he just hear that right? Hermos, wasn’t that--?

Kaiba stepped back out of the security room and onto the walkway, about to peer out at the duel again, when suddenly...

“Huh-- Woah!” A new voice yelped from his left, making Kaiba’s eyes widen, his whole stance shifting as he dodged backwards, out of the way of the black-haired man that skidded past. Looks like he’d been sprinting-- and failed to stop in time. They would’ve both been knocked to the floor, if Kaiba hadn’t moved. Instead, the other man simply stumbled to a stop, before whipping around. “Hey! Kaiba-- You’re here too?”

“Devlin,” Kaiba acknowledged. Recognized that haircut anywhere.

“Hey Duke!” Mokuba chimed in, making Devlin glance through the door at him.

“Mokuba too? Man, it’s a party. How’d you guys get here?”

“It’s a long story. Why are you here?”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.” Devlin ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “I got a tip that Pegasus had some information about Yugi’s Egyptian God Cards, so I drove over to help. Course, I didn’t expect to see all you guys trapped in here! Need any help with the security?”

“Hmph. If you think we’re trapped, then you’re delusional,” Kaiba scoffed. (Egyptian God Cards? Since when did Devlin have his eye on those?) “We certainly don’t need your help. Don’t you know who I am?”

“Scuze me, sorry I asked,” he scoffed, sarcastic. “If I knew you had it covered, I wouldn’t’ve wasted my time. Tea and Tristan didn’t even mention you guys when I showed up.”

Good, Kaiba thought.

“So what’s goin’ on down there? They wouldn’t tell me.” Devlin peered over the edge, and Kaiba joined in.

“It’s Valentine vs. Wheeler, and Wheeler’s losing, obviously.” Seems he’d missed the best part. Kaiba swore he heard a dragonic roar earlier, but there was no such dragon on the field. Just Wheeler’s Fiend Megacyber holding… some kind of hammer? Was that supposed to be ‘Hermos’? That didn’t answer why Wheeler said the same name that Critias had--! No, he’s being foolish. His mind was playing tricks on him, or he misheard. It’s not like Kaiba had really been paying attention, when he heard it-- Wheeler could’ve said ‘hammer.’

… A hammer that didn’t look like any card he knew, but that was becoming a more common occurrence today.

“I got that much,” Devlin sighed. “But why are they dueling?”

“Seems Valentine is out for revenge. And that circle card gave her the power to do it.” He had listened to her little sob-story. The Duel Monsters tournament scene had become utterly heartless over the years, and popularity was fickle. Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood learned that the hard way; apparently so had Valentine, despite her winning tournaments. Disgusting… Kaiba couldn’t blame her for being angry. He would do the same thing, seeking a source of overwhelming power to prove her naysayers wrong. The ones that said she wasn’t in the same league as Wheeler, Kaiba and Yugi. (Anyone who said that was a fool. How dare Wheeler even be on the same list as him and Yugi, for a start?)

Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep--

Devlin and Kaiba both looked around, hearing beeping coming from all directions. Every door along the walkway was unlocking, and a distant, metallic rattling could be heard as the shutters keeping Yugi and his friends trapped lifted. “Mokuba!” Kaiba turned towards him.

“Booyah! I did it!” The kid announced with a grin. “Almost every door in Industrial Illusions is now open!”

“That’s amazing, Mokuba!” Devlin complimented. “Then I’m gonna go up to Pegasus’ office! He’s gotta be there-- I’ll bring him downstairs so we can all get some answers!”

“Fine.” Saved Kaiba the trouble. He watched as Devlin ran off, walking back towards Mokuba. “What doors didn’t open?” The fact that Mokuba said almost hadn’t escaped Kaiba’s notice.

“Just one,” Mokuba replied as he jumped down from the office chair. “This door on the tenth floor didn’t open no matter what I tried, it’s labeled as storage. I don’t even think there’s any cameras in it.”

“Hm.” How suspicious… Still, a door that wouldn’t unlock even after the normal security was broken was Pegasus’ style. But only for things he really wanted to keep secret… things that were part of his plans.

Finally leaving the security room, the brothers walked towards the nearest elevator. The duel had gotten awfully quiet, Kaiba resisting the urge to glance at what was going on. All he could hear were faint voices-- Did someone lose already?

He detected movement out of the corner of his eye, and wheeled around.

“With this fragment of the Orichalcos stone, I unlock the Seal! Hyaaaaah--!”

What-- What the hell--!?

A massive, bright explosion, as the entire dome-shaped barrier that the Seal of Orichalcos created seemed to detonate all at once. All because that brunette he saw earlier jumped off the balcony, shouted that, and punched it. Someone explain that sequence of events to him! All Kaiba could see for several seconds was billowing, white smoke that almost looked like steam.

“Big brother--!”

“Stay back, Mokuba!” Kaiba barked. He didn’t know how intense that explosion was, if the walkway they were on was going to collapse. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Instead, the entire ground floor lit up with green light, forcing the two brothers to shield their eyes. What was going on!? When he finally opened them again, it was quiet. Finally peeking over the railing, he could see everyone on Team Orichalcos had disappeared into thin air.

Nice party trick.

At least those nerds weren’t stuck anymore, by the shutters or the Seal. Maybe they’d stop complaining now.

“Seto, what was that!? What happened with that duel!?” Mokuba asked.

“A bunch of nonsense. Come on, let’s go.”

“G-go? Go where!?” Mokuba demanded, his eyes wide. “Wait up!”

Kaiba didn’t answer, his face twisted into a scowl.

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“She’s gone… I failed…”

“Face it, dude. She turned her back on all of us, and joined the bad guys! Whatever happens to her now is her own fault.”

“Take it easy, Tristan! Joey’s got enough on his mind now!”

“He’s gotta face facts. Come on, you saw! Mai wasn’t just playing a friendly game of Duel Monsters out there, Tea. She was after Joey’s soul!”

Kaiba already missed being out of earshot of these nerds, unable to eavesdrop on all of this inane bickering. He and Mokuba appeared from the elevator, approaching the group-- not too close, naturally. But enough for everyone to notice.

“Tristan, that’s enough,” Yugi scolded, before glancing over. “Kaiba. You’re still here.”

And so is Wheeler, Kaiba thought. Soul intact. Interesting. “You expected me to leave? I told you I had business with Pegasus.”

“And? How’d that go?” While Wheeler was busy glaring at the floor, it seemed Tristan decided to take up the ‘yelling at Kaiba’ task. “We tried to tell you before! Mai Valentine got to him before we did, and took his soul with some Orichalcos thing!”

Kaiba’s eyes narrowed. “And you saw it happen?”

“Yeah! Well-- No, but--!”

“She showed us the card containing Pegasus’ soul. I promise you, it was no trick,” Yugi explained. Kaiba half expected him to go into some bogus shpeal about how he could sense Pegasus within the card. If that had been Yugi’s plan, he wisely changed his mind. “… Kaiba, have you experienced this card before? The Seal of Orichalcos?”

“You bet!” Mokuba blurted, before Kaiba could answer. “Seto just wiped the floor with someone who played it! He pretended to be Pegasus, and then made us fly all the way to Duelist Kingdom to duel him!”

“And then he ran away,” Kaiba continued. No point hiding it when Mokuba gave out all the details like that. (Especially when Mokuba was framing it in such a flattering way.) “So we came here to get some answers. Devlin’s looking for him now.”

“Well, nice to know someone’s helpful around here,” Tristan grumbled.

Yugi glanced down, seemingly losing himself in thought for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, he reached into his pocket. “We came here in search of answers as well, and I believe I may have a clue that will help us. Pegasus sent us this card-- it seems to contain the image of a key.”

A key…? “Seto! That door--!” Mokuba gasped, before looking back over to the group. “When we cracked the security, there was a door that didn’t open no matter what!”

“Wait, you guys did that?” Tea blinked. “I thought Duke did!”

“You two didn’t even act like you were gonna help us, and now you’re taking all the credit!? What gives!?” Tristan hollered.

“What gives?! We’re taking the credit for something we did, you dork!” Mokuba shouted right back. Kaiba had to suppress a smirk.

“It doesn’t matter now! That door must be the one this key goes to!” Yugi stated with perfect confidence. “Kaiba, where is this door located?”

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Kaiba wasn’t thrilled about escorting the Nerd Herd around. Quite frankly, he wouldn’t’ve been interested in doing it at all, if it wasn’t for the fact that Yugi was holding the key to the door. (And that Kaiba didn’t actually know the way-- Mokuba was leading on this one.) Wheeler had even decided to tag along, after getting a short pep-talk from Yugi-- just when Kaiba was getting used to not hearing his grating voice.

Once Yugi had opened the door with his key-card, the group of eight-- Yugi, Kaiba, Mokuba, Wheeler, Tea, Tristan, Rex, and Weevil (who were there for some reason)-- flowed into a cartoon hell. Rrgh--! And Pegasus ribbed Kaiba for putting Blue-Eyes statues everywhere, when he had a room decorated with nothing but Toon monsters! If you could even call it decorating. Kaiba could believe it was a storage room, in all honesty. Toons were piled all around the room, hanging from the ceiling-- of course with a massive Toon World book positioned front and center. He hated it.

Then a Pegasus hologram appeared, and Kaiba hated it even more.

It started out innocently enough. Pegasus confirming that his soul must’ve been taken, and that someone had attempted to take over his company-- just like what was happening with KaibaCorp. Not only that, Pegasus had a name to put to this supposed villain: Darts. Or Dartz? Just what kind of name was Dartz? Kaiba was starting to think Pegasus was making all of this up, and that was before he said that the creatures that inspired Duel Monsters hadn’t originated in Ancient Egypt like Pegasus always claimed-- they existed beforehand. Yugi muttered, “In the city of Atlantis,” and everyone except Kaiba acted like that wasn’t the most bonkers thing they’d ever heard in their lives. Then Pegasus declared that this ‘Dartz’ person was draining the souls of man and beast (Was he seriously claiming Duel Monsters cards had souls of their own? He was, what the hell--) to resurrect some kind of Great Leviathan monster, and Yugi just went, “Yes, of course!” and--

Kaiba felt like he was going insane. No, actually he felt like the only sane one in a room full of crazy people.

The Pegasus hologram pointed Yugi in the direction of a special card-- completely blank, amazing-- and then exploded while Kaiba glared at the floor. He came here for answers, and only got more questions-- and the first thing anyone said was Wheeler complaining about why Valentine would sign up to destroy the world, as if that was the main takeaway here.

“Why don’t you all wake up?” Kaiba snapped, fed up. He already worked this out-- the correct answers were often the simplest. “This is a hoax, all designed by Pegasus. There’s no one traveling around stealing people’s souls with some magic playing-card. It’s the same nonsense Pegasus pulled in Duelist Kingdom!” And he didn’t make that statement lightly. There were very few things Kaiba hated to talk about more than what happened to him and Mokuba there. Kaiba’s voice raised into a roar. “Think about it! He’s trying to distract me for long enough so he can take over KaibaCorp!”

“That’s enough! You should wake up!” Yugi shouted back, with almost equal intensity. “It’s not always about you! There’s something going on here that’s bigger than all of us, and you know it!”

Calling Yugi gullible and naive was on the tip of his tongue, until the other duelist drew the top card of his own deck and showed it. “Ah-- That card…!” The light blue border, a picture of a dragon standing in some kind of wasteland… It couldn’t be. “Where did you get it?”

“Same place I did,” Wheeler mused, pulling his top card now. Same blue border. Same image of a dragon. The Claw of Hermos...So… Kaiba wasn’t imagining things before, Wheeler really did say Hermos before… But then, that means--

“Kaiba… You have one of these too,” Yugi stated, his tone suddenly accusing-- to the surprise of everyone else in the room. “Don’t you.”

Ghh… Kaiba shouldn’t’ve reacted so strongly, if he wanted to keep this a secret! But it’s too late now. Kaiba did the same as the others, plucking his top card, glancing at it briefly. “You’re referring to this?”

The moment he turned The Fang of Critias around, all three cards began to glow white in their hands. Oh no, no no no-- Not now, not in front of other people…! But then, everyone else was staring too. Was this glow not an illusion? Was it really happening? It’s as if the cards themselves were reacting to being together!

“I believe the only way to defeat this Great Leviathan is to use these three cards together,” Yugi theorized out loud, glancing from his own card-- The Eye of Timaeus-- to Kaiba. “So trust what’s inside your heart, and join us.”

You must stay true.

Is this what Critias meant? Follow his heart, and join up with Yugi and his friends?! Tch, if that’s what the two of them were talking about, then they clearly didn’t know him at all! Kaiba was listening to his heart, and it was saying exactly what he’d said before! That this was all a hoax constructed by Pegasus! It couldn’t possibly be that hard to make cards glow, Kaiba could invent a way to make a card do that, if he really wanted to…

As soon as the glowing had begun, it stopped. No vision this time. Guess the things ran out of juice. “I was told that fate had chosen three modern-day warriors to release these legendary beasts,” Yugi murmured.

Who the hell told him that? Sounded like Ishizu all over again, pushing some nonsense that Yugi bought hook-line-and-sinker. “This again? Chosen by fate--!? Get real! I’m the one who decides my fate, Yugi! Not some fairy tale about mythical dragons and giant, man-eating monsters!”

“Ugh-- Be reasonable for once! The world needs us! We must do this as a team!”

Kaiba would love to hear Yugi explain his definition of reasonable. “Sorry. I don’t do the teamwork thing.”

“Kaiba, listen!”

“You geeks have wasted enough of my time already! I have a multi-million dollar company to run. Playtime’s over.” And that would put an end to the debate. Hoax or not, one thing was absolutely certain: He wasn’t teaming up with the Nerd Herd. It’d be a cold day in hell before he did that willingly, no matter how much Yugi tried to call after him. Kaiba could hear Mokuba following along behind, which was everything he needed to make his exit.

For a few minutes, the brothers stormed ahead in silence. It wasn’t until they were inside the elevator, and certain that no one was following them, that Mokuba spoke up. “So what are we gonna do now, Seto?”

“We’re heading back to KaibaCorp.” They did get that email from HQ not too long ago, requesting their return. It’d be a long flight back to Japan… Ugh. This was all just a colossal waste of time. “I have enough on my mind, dealing with that.”

“What about Alister, and those other Orichalcos guys?”

“What about them?”

“Do you think Pegasus hired them? For his hoax?”

Kaiba growled under his breath. That’s… a good question. Alister seemed too serious to just be some kind of hired goon. Then again, how else did he know so many details about Kaiba’s history with Pegasus, if he didn’t hear them from the man himself? Something didn’t sit right with him… Something’s not adding up. Pegasus can’t be behind the Orichalcos guys and the dragon cards at the same time. That was self-defeating, it made no sense! Even Pegasus wasn’t that deranged.

“I don’t know what to think, Mokuba, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it,” he eventually answered, as the elevator dinged on the ground floor. The Blue-Eyes Jet was in sight just outside, next to the flashing red and blue lights of an ambulance.

Looks like Devlin found Pegasus after all.

#DON'T CLICK EXPAND UNLESS YOU'RE PREPARED FOR A WALL OF TEXT #I tried to add a readmore but it straight up doesn't work :')#wip challenge #kogoro mouri #dcmk #conan edogawa #yugioh #seal of orichalcos #seto kaiba

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fully-caulked-wagon · 10 months

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Some of my favourite lines from my plans for shitty One Piece / Zosan drawings + fanfics Part 4

Ah, the bitch posts for the first time in a millennia and it's just one of these again. Top of my game. basically just a magical baby acquisition fic, woohoo? - Woohoo. and there's just a fucking baby hangin out kinda slumped over sanji's leg - Aw man, how'd that get there? they don't really pay much attention to that anyway cause like - a baby just fucking spawned in front of them and they're mostly focusing on that part, right - I mean, I feel like if I touched a statue and a baby just materialised on my leg, I'd be pretty concerned also. they come back out and are just kinda like 'we found this' and hold the baby up - Me when the local plant life and I team up to locate a magic infant. and luffy goes 'booo~! sanji brought back a baby, we can't eat that~! …or can we?-' - 🤨 'since of course same-sex couples were frowned on in those days. and by frowned on i mean that they would be stoned to death, but regardless.' - Yoooo, Robin telling it like it is. 'you made a big deal when you made a fucking child' - Zoro hates children question mark exclamation mark?! zoro is like 'you just fucking said it was an accident, how do i have any more part in raising that thing than you! just fucking put it back or something, i don't know!' sanji is like 'first of all! we can't just send them back to where they came! can we…?' and robin smiles like 'no, i don't believe there's a way to unbirth the child' - No post magical statue birth abortions today boys, R.I.P. zoro tries to object but a couple of the crew, maybe nami usopp franky and luffy kinda boo and jeer at him and zoro huffs and he's kinda like 'so, uh… baby that materialised out of weird cult magic… did you ask to be born?' - Booo, boooo! Ask the baby existential questions! franky snaps a finger then a tiny hand comes out of his big hand and snaps a finger again and his hair turns into a snapping finger - Bro's emoting into the 6th dimension, what the fuck. while zoro goes 'even if i don't want the fake magic spawn here, doesn't mean i'm gonna kill it. i'm not that dumb or violent.' sanji kinda smirks like 'and people say you aren't self aware' zoro's just like 'die.' - Oof. and luffy's like 'alright! sanji'll be the best katniss gargoyle you've ever had!' usopp's just like 'not even close' - 🤨🤨 chopper goes 'it's kitsune guardian, luffy' he's like 'that's what i said! sanji's already got all that stuff you said. he's super strong, super nice, he's 21 and umm… what was that last one?' zoro smirks like 'virgin' and sanji's like 'oi.' and luffy's like 'that too! super virgin.' - basically, dude's gotta have a few specific qualities to fulfil the role he straight up got dragged into and those were it. also: 🤨🤨🤨⁉️⁉️ nami just konks him over the head again and now he's got two head injuries (🥳) - 🥳 then the elders are kinda just like '… his name, please.' sanji's like 'three brain cell style.' '…' 'algae' '…' 'the green one' '…' - Roronoag Zorgo 👍 immediately the crew are kinda like 'woah' then like 'awoooga. hoh-uh hoh-uh. wink wink nudge nudge cough cough hack' right - Humina humina. and sanji's a bit on fire, just a little - Oopsy doodles. and sanji straight up just rams a sandal in his mouth at mach 4 speed glaring pure death - Nyoom.

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bunnydasnowman · 11 months

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AY, its ya boy, uh, skinny p-

Anyway what's up? I'm back from the pits of the great beyond to deliver you a post, and today I bring you some spooky stuff.

I love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday. One of my fondest early memories was when I was about 8, dressing up as a cat and trick or treating with my dad, grandpa, and younger brother. When we finally got home after a night of fun, I sat on the floor by my mother and combed through my candy for the good stuff for what felt like hours.

Sorry about the tangent, but as I said, I've always loved Halloween. When I was deciding what to draw a couple months back, I was inspired by Over The Garden Wall and Americana folk art centered around fall, harvest, and the good old hallow's eve.

This guy started out as an old doodle of mine, but he kinda got a life of his own as time went on. He still doesn't have a name, maybe I'll give him one in the future, but for now he is immortalized in this here drawing of mine.

I made this drawing a good while back, but it's never too late to post some of your wacky scribbles and I might as well, Spooky Season knows no bonds and all.

I hope you enjoyed my crazed ramblings, at least I hope you did if you've read this far, and I wish you, dear viewer, a very good day or night.

Life is fragile, but that's what makes it so special. Take care of yourself, more people care than you'll ever realize, and maybe one day you'll finally find what you're looking for.

#random drawing #art #cute #halloween #spooky #spooky art #pumpkin #jack o' lantern #am i doing this right?#i think i'm doing this right #I hope I am #anywho #old art #spooky time #trick or treat #pumpkin patch #digital arwork #yeah

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belethlegwen · 2 years

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SW -> Giantess

So I was scrolling the ol' hornyjail twitter feed when I woke up this morning and came across a post that featured a line that said "SW has been sidelined and hijacked in favour of SM" and like I have some thoughts on that [Content Warning: Discussion of uncomfortable treatment/vague mention of graphic, lewd materials and unsolicited behavior, mention of anti-woman sentiments/behavior.]

I've been actively looking for this material on the internet for 20-25 years or more now. Back in the day, at least for me, it was significantly harder to find and usually involved me finding forums and message boards, mostly for other fandoms, trying to find people creating things that looked KINDA LIKE G/t (back then as far as I was ever aware, it was only ever referred to as SW/SM-- Shrunken Woman/Shrunken Man-- and Micro/Macro) and hoped I could follow breadcrumb trails to maybe some sites/boards that were more SPECIFICALLY for size-difference art/writing/discussion etc.

Everyone seems to have already made clear how back in the day, there was no strong "SFW" focus in any part of the community. You would find that material, yes, but it would be mixed in with and sandwiched between some pretty aggressive, violent, graphic and vulgar stuff a lot of the time, so you were playing a pretty risky game of roulette every time you looked.

The first message boards I ever found that I could participate in myself were EXCLUSIVELY SW. The website was SW-focused, the boards were very much the same, and as someone who had ID'd most of my life up to that point as a Shrunken Woman/Occasional-Regular Switch, I felt I could fit in there. I was right, to a degree. They were definitely hungry for women to be in their community.

I was on this particular board for a few years, around the time I was 19-21, and it always just felt... aggressive toward women. I realized much later that a lot of the community on the boards, specifically, were anti-woman, but at the time I was young and sheltered and it was hard for me to really differentiate between "No they like women they want them in the community a lot" and "Hahaha wow if you are not a specific, very submissive kind of woman they uh... really don't like you or want you to feel like you belong here". There was ONE openly queer woman on the boards, and the men on the forums regularly referred to her as "the only Giantess we let in here" and STILL often treated her like crap if she was engaging in discussions and sharing her own creations of art/writing/ideas etc.

I'd shared a few pieces and drafts and stuff there early on. Writings, and I even used to do doodles back then. It was always met with unsolicited, often graphic, sexual comments about what I could "add" or how this person would "change it" to fit their specific desires. The site was decidedly NSFW, so I never really complained about it openly but I sure did wish it would stop happening.

The few times I made requests of the fiction writers and 3D modellers and artists and stuff for pieces that were SW related and that I would enjoy, it was all decidedly more SFW/gentler and I got legitimate pushback for the suggestions from one or two of the people I requested from (it was normal back in the day for someone on a message board to be like 'I'm taking requests for short stories/doodles, just drop them here and I'll get to them if I like them') OR when they didn't pushback and actually created my request, it was either much more graphic than my request OR me and the artist would both get kind of harassed for not providing something that fit SomeRandomForumGuy918's specific crank-turner.

It is possible, and I'm not arguing against it, that I just managed to miss SM or even more... woman-friendly SW sites and boards and the like back in the day. But I'm not kidding when I say that SW was the dominant section of the entire G/t sphere back then every time I went looking. There was some SM stuff but it was almost ALWAYS set-up for pretty aggressive Revenge-focused SW art/fiction. But for real? I've felt that the massive change from seeing Tiny-Woman/Giant Man focused art to more Tiny-Man/Giant Woman, Tiny-Woman/Giant Woman focused art was just a progression of what I experienced and know a few others experienced on those forums back in the day.

I was on those specific boards maybe 2-3 months interacting with people before I realized I was becoming more Giant-leaning personally, just for a sensation of safety and respect. When I started writing/discussing more from the Giant perspective, the men of the forums became pretty notably hostile and, again, would point toward that other woman as "This is our Token Giantess" and basically implied I get back in line. I went from being predominantly a Shrunken-Woman/sometimes a Switch, to "Nope, fuck this, fuck y'all, I'm a Giant now and when shit sucks, I'mma hit the bricks". If I feel safe enough around you to even discuss being small as a fantasy, or having my self-insert be small around you without like, a big spotter for safety, it's because there's an incredible degree of trust.

And part of it kind of sucks? I miss the bliss of what I refer to now as Naivety, back when I could enjoy fiction and art and discussion and fantasy where I was a tiny person, but people kind of abused the shit out of the idea that myself (and others on the forum) wanted to be at least a LITTLE vulnerable in that way and would get legitimately pissed when we weren't as submissive as they wanted at any given moment.

I guess this is just an extremely long-winded post to say like, I know I'm not the only person from that forum or likely others who USED to like being SW or female/femme tinies and creating art and writings and discussions from that angle, who were chased out of it and either chased out of the entire community for good or were chased out to the point of changing the whole perspective and power dynamic just to feel a little bit safer here. I guess my biggest thing is that... my hackles went up at the wording of "hijacked" specifically because like, that just triggered me back to the entitlement of the gross-ass dudes on this forum. I didn't "hijack" your precious SW content, I was made to feel unsafe and unwanted for participating in a way that catered to my needs more than other people's so like... fuck that?

I can trust MYSELF to be a gentle giant, to respect someone else's feelings and boundaries and space. It has been decades since I have easily trusted that anyone else would offer that to me if I were a tiny. So I don't let myself be tiny very often, basically ever now.

If I were to sum it up not-at-all correctly, I guess I'd say: Treat your tinies with kindness and respect, or they tend to become bitter, jaded giants to get away from you.

In like, the GOOD side of this post, I will say that finding the SFW G/t community in the past few months has been a legitimate life-safer for me. I love y'all, I love getting to interact with y'all, it is just... so much safer and more respectful here for both giants and tinies compared to the fires I had to go through when I was younger. As what feels like a comparative Ancient in this community, it really means a lot to see "Oh no, we caring and respecting now. That's our jam" happening a lot, happening prominently in this space. I get to share my content without aggressive comments like "Why isn't it THIS THING instead?!" and people are sharing their works without having to worry about it fitting specific boxes they don't want it to.

I am living for seeing people creating what THEY WANT TO CREATE and just sharing it as-is. "I made this for me, because I wanted it. Maybe you want it too? Maybe you will like this??" and guess what: I do want it! I do like it! I love that you are sharing things you love with me and that I get to share the things I love with other people who want it too! How fuckin' rad!! I've even made friends through tumblr since I arrived here a little while back that I feel I could trust to respect me if I wanted to go into the fantasy-space as a tiny again. That's fuckin' neat. Y'all are stellar and I love you.

#Oh no have I entered THE DISCOURSE #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #micro/macro #BACK IN MY DAY #anti-woman sentiments #problematic history #longass thought post #Oops sorry probably won't be doing this too much #Glad I'm here now instead of still there #SFWG/t is the bomb I'm so glad I fuckin' found it

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Camp WonderDream: Rock On!! Part 4

A few days ago....

Mayday and Zuke settled into their cabin. The inside of it reminded them of Vinyl City, if they lived in a rocker's penthouse than a sewer. Mayday's eyes sparkled and widened at the sight of it "Zuke! Are you seeing this!! It's HUGE!!" She cheered. Zuke didn't reply, he was too busy looking at the cabin in awe. "Look! It's our own stage!" Mayday yelled, running over and playing a few riffs. Balan chuckled as the two of them. Zuke finally snapped out of it "You didn't need to do this Balan, It's amazing of course, but you didn't need to go all out like this." He said. Balan simply shook his head "Oh I insist! You two are Counselors here, so that means that you get everything that comes with it! I'm not going to let my Counselors sleep in dirty, rat infested cabin like OTHER camps." He said.

Mayday squealed at the sight of a king sized bunkbed that sat near a window "LOOK AT THAT BUNKBED!!" She said "DIBS ON THE TOP BUNK!!" She yelled, scrambling up the ladder and placing her stuff at the top. "I guess I get the bottom. Speaking of which, Do you have that notebook May?" Zuke asked. "Duh! Of course! This has all of our song ideas in it! I can't leave this behind!" Mayday said, holding a notebook with multiple doodles, post-it notes and colored notes that read "Mayday And Zuke's AWESOME Song Idea Notebook! For Bunkbed Junction's Eyes Only!!"

Balan gazed at the book with a curious look "All of your Song ideas are in this notebook?" He asked. Zuke nodded "Yes. I'm not good with remembering lyrics, and May keeps having random ideas that enter and leave her head. So we decided to get a notebook for us to remember the songs and lyrics that we make." He explained. "Yeah! And the more songs we make, the more posts and doodles we add!" Mayday said, jumping down from her bunk. Balan nodded at them "Well you two better keep and eye on it. If it's as important as you say, you had better keep it somewhat where you can find it." He told them.

A few days later...

"May? May? It's time to wake up!" Zuke said, shaking her awake. "Zuke...it's like what? 4:00 in the morning? I wanna sleep..." Mayday complained, rolling over in her bed. Zuke kept shaking her "C'mon May, we have a job to do, and that's waking everyone up." He said. Mayday groaned as she slid out of her bunkbed. "Alright. Where's the book of songs?" She asked. Zuke looked confused "I thought you had it." He said. The two of them looked at each other with a worried look. "I-It has to be in here somewhere..." Mayday stuttered. Zuke tore off the sheets and blankets in their bunkbed while Mayday searched the living room area of their cabin.

The two of them slowly began to panic when they couldn't find the book anywhere..."May! Where did you put the book?!" Zuke asked, his voice raising to a panicked yelp "I don't remember! I thought you had it!" She shrieked. The both of them turned the entire cabin upside down...but there was no sign of the notebook. Mayday and Zuke looked to each other with panicked eyes "Uh Oh."

In the Present...

Mayday sighed as she walked through the woods. Zuke had suggested that they could try to find some inspiration, but so far her mind was as dry as a rock. Her mind drifted back to that peculiar note that they received, why did Zuke get a bad vibe from it? It was just a bunch of music notes and words. "I don't know Zuke...Nothing out here is bringing out the creativeness." She sighed, leaning back on a tree. "Maybe we should try to look for the notebook again..." she suggested, hoping to get a sneak peek at the note.

Zuke however, saw right through her "No May. I know what you want, and I'm telling you. Something feels off about that note. AND that song." He said. Mayday groaned. She flopped outside, letting herself soak in the sunlight. "Well, I'm out of ideas. Maybe I can play random riffs and call it a song." She said. Zuke shrugged. "Or. Maybe we can ask Balan or the other Counselors to help." He suggested. Mayday raised an eyebrow at him "Balan would think that's unprofessional. And besides, he only saw the book ONE time. That doesn't mean that he's buddy buddy enough to know what's in it." She countered. Zuke was about to shoot something back at her, when the lunch triangle range out back at the camp. "We'll think of something May. Let's go, you can't think on an empty stomach." He said, pulling her up.

Mayday sighed, knowing that he was right. But that didn't mean she wasn't desperate...

This is a story inspired by @julili 's VERY adorable camp pic! I hope you enjoy AND go check out her work!

#Balan Wonderworld #Mayday #Zuke #Balan

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This was a doodle I did of Philip and Marianne before Elsewhere and Elsewhen aired but I don’t think I ever posted it!

It’s been a while since I spoke about my Wittebane AU on here properly but with the new episode I’ve had to work on the story of it and alter some things but I decided to keep their marriage as apart of it. However, that obviously means Marianne doesn’t have a happy end.

Some notes under the cut because I’m worried this will be a bit long but hopefully not.

In my original version of the AU before Elsewhere and Elsewhen, these two had three kids together but for timeline purposes I’ve altered that to just two and they’re twins (I know twins are usually said to skip a generation but shh it’s fine), born just after the events of eclipse lake so they never get to meet their uncle. To add to that, they aren’t raised by their parents for long.

Three years after Eclipse Lake, Philip has already started his downward spiral and a build up of events leads to the death of Caitlyn Clawthorne, Marianne’s sister, at the hands of Philip’s ‘curse’ and Philip, being Philip, manages to lie about this for a bit but it doesn’t last long. When Marianne does find out the truth, and how Philip broke and consumed Caitlyn’s Palisman which lead to their fight, she tries to be somewhat hopeful that it was just the curse, because even though her sister is dead, she’sstill desperate to believe that her husband, Caitlyn’s friend, wouldn’t do that intentionally.

She wasn’t wrong as he didn’t do it intentionally, but still an argument broke out between them after she brought up Edward and Philip reveals that when Edward died in Eclipse Lake, he let the other two (Robin and Orion) die as well because he believed they were the reason Edward died. They actively prevented him from saving his brother, knowing Philip would get himself killed in the process, and Philip also believes they could have done something - anything - because of their magic, something they had and he didn’t.

Immediate regret from Philip after he reveals this because Marianne, who makes the worst mistake of her life here, decides that she can’t bring herself to hurt Philip and instead runs to to tell Kiki. Philip panics and runs after her and when trying to grab her, they both stumble and fall, Marianne breaking her right arm in the process. While Philip is able to stop himself from rolling, Marianne ends up hanging off a cliff over a ravine with only her left hand preventing her from falling. She calls out for Philip who, realising that if he helps her she’ll run again and tell Kiki what he did, decides for the first time that sometimes a sacrifice is worth it and leaves his wife to fall to her death, but not before consuming her palisman in front of her.

For a long time he did deeply regret this decision and ended up leaving his own children with Kikimora for both selfish reasons and the belief that he would only be a danger to them (Kikimora knows she can’t look after them by herself so gives them to the remaining Clawthorne family)

Important note here is that the events leading up to this all gradually drag Philip back into the mindset that witches are evil and beneath him and that makes it easier for him to slowly but surely block out the emotions and regret that came with leaving his friends and wife to die, as well as killing his sister-in-law. Maybe there’s still some part of him that cares, but if there is, it’s something he refuses to show to anyone.

So uh yeah, that was some AU stuff I’ve been working on today. Honestly I love the unhinged Philip we got it gives us (The Wittebane Famdom) a lot to work with and I think people will definitely have different interpretations of what happened to him. I’m personally going with the idea Eclipse Lake fucked him up and it just got worse from there, but I do think that he still had some beliefs before that he never managed to unlearn and escalated further afterwards.

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh au #the owl house au #wit and bane #toh oc #the owl house oc #marianne clawthorne #philip wittebane

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thetriggeredhappy · 3 years

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in the dadspy au, what if jeremy was just going to be an assistant/cook/janitor at the base while his dad was being the mercenary (since spy didnt want him to follow the "career" but didnt want to be separated from him), but then jeremy turned out to be even better than the hired scout so they promote him to that position and spy is not happy with this at all

ok i was gonna put this in the queue to post but im impatient because im happy with this one. only thing i didnt have was spy being upset by this development

(warnings for canon-typical violence, discussion of mercenary-type things, paranoia, alcohol, and exactly one proper fight scene. consider this pg-13)

“Would you prefer the good news first, or the bad news?” Dad asked.

Jeremy looked up at him from where he’d snatched up the sunday comics from his dad’s newspaper and was doodling little hats on the characters while they waited for their food to arrive. “Uh,” he said, “good news first.”

“Alright. The good news is, do you remember that line I’ve been tailing? The one in New Mexico?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jeremy said, then nodded a little more confidently. “Immunity, safehouse, somethin’ like that, right?”

“...Something like that,” Dad agreed carefully, and that made him raise an eyebrow. “It went well, and I think there’s the very real possibility that I’ve all but closed the deal, all they want now is an interview.”

“...Interview, singular,” Jeremy said slowly.

“That’s where the bad news begins. Unfortunately... merde, how to phrase this?” He drew a hand down his face. “They’re fully willing to hire me on, but this is a more... corporate affair than I’m used to. They have rules, stipulations. Long story short, they will not hire you as a mercenary on the basis of your age.”

Jeremy tensed. “What?” he demanded. “That’s stupid, I’m old enough to drive and buy guns and whatever the hell else.”

“But not rent a car, at least in many places in the United States.”

“But—“ he started, and remembered they were in public, and lowered his voice to a hiss, leaning in. “We’re hired killers, thieves, criminals. Do they really think we’re above having fakes? False documentation?”

“Actually, that is one of their requirements,” Dad said dryly, taking a paper from his jacket and consulting it. “I’m not happy about it either, mon lapin, but those are their rules. Already they have slightly bent them for one individual, and already I am on thin ice. But I may have a way to manage this.”

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked, nervous now.

“I know the woman responsible for new hires and managing the team I’ve applied for. She owes me a favor—a fairly hefty one. When I go in for the interview, one of my demands will include you being hired on, not as a mercenary, but for... for custodial purposes, something like that. Cook, janitor, security guard, secretary—whatever job there is that needs doing there, and I am sure that there will be one. Something to allow you to live there. Pay will likely be her stipulation, and the play I hope to make is that really, you’re overqualified for the position and she’s lucky to have someone so competent available, and in the worst case scenario, the pay is still good enough even for just one of us that we will not cut too deeply into the savings.”

The savings. That made Scout blink, because they only ever brought up the savings when—

“You think this could be it?” he asked quietly. “Like, it it?”

A hard exhale, and he leaned his cheek on his hand. “Potentially,” he finally said. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, but the job promises a variety of things. Medical attention available, extremely low levels of danger, and most of all, confidentiality. The only people who will know any name we give them would be the woman in charge of hiring us and their singular medical professional. There is no mode of communication to or from the compound outside of emergency lines to the organization and a single secure payphone located two miles away, there is no civilization within a twenty-five minute drive minimum, and this operation has been going long enough that the local authorities have long since grown used to being paid off, and likely don’t even remember what for anymore. I cash in a few valuable favors and ask this employer to turn a blind eye, we’d have somewhere remote and secure to spend our time after our deaths are faked and once the contract is over, we can start over. No ties to the past.”

“Freedom,” Jeremy marveled.

Silence for a few seconds, broken only by the quiet chatter of the rest of the diner. “I want to warn you, this work may not be glamorous. It may not even be particularly easy. I’m giving you the option of saying no,” Dad said.

“What?! Yes, hell yes, are you joking? To get us to living like normal people? Steady work? Livin’ in one place? Count me in!” he laughed.

“What if the job is something you won’t enjoy? Long hours, boring work?” Dad asked, entirely serious.

“I’m still on board.”

“What if the other people working there are rude to you? Disrespectful?”

“Well most of the people I meet through our job now try to kill us, so really it’s an upgrade.”

“What if there’s no diner nearby?” he asked, and there was a glint of humor in his eye.

“Damn, sorry, that’s the dealbreaker,” he joked right back, and that made him snort, shake his head, greet the waitress as she came back with their coffee and soda and then informed them that their food would be out shortly.

“I’ll ask,” was what Dad said once she was gone again, and that was that, and they started driving to New Mexico two nights later.

“—A warm welcome to our two newest recruits. This is the Spy, and this is the Guard.”

“Guard?” asked one of the men at the table, his accent thick and distinctly Russian. It made Jeremy tense slightly, but he didn’t let it show.

“Night Guard,” Jeremy answered, voice clipped.

“He’s not technically hired on as a mercenary like you all, he won’t be joining you on missions,” the short woman apparently named Miss Pauling (Jeremy was fairly sure it was a fake name) said, hands folded in front of her neatly. “He’s here to work security. Keep an eye out during the night, filter through the camera footage, handle the archiving, things like that.”

“We’re hiring on a civvie now?” asked another man, thick Scottish accent a little harder to digest than the eyepatch and the grenade he was in the process of fiddling with the internal mechanisms of.

“He’s combat ready, and will still be armed. His job is to essentially make sure you’re all safe enough to sleep through the night,” Miss Pauling said.

“I’m not some chump,” Jeremy agreed. “I know my stuff.”

“How old is he?” another man asked, this one in a hardhat with a heavy drawl, looking concerned.

“Twenty, for your information,” Jeremy said, a little sharply, eyes narrowed.

“If you have any other questions, there’ll be time later on. For now, I do need to show our two newest recruits where they’ll be staying,” Miss Pauling cut in.

There was an audible scoff from one of the men at the table, a dramatic rolling of eyes. Jeremy glared at him. He unfolded and refolded his extremely tattoo’d tree-trunk-like arms, tugging the visor of his hat between. “Sorry,” he said, accent thick and distinctly Californian. “I just don’t have the most trust for some scrawny kid in slacks and creep in a ski mask.”

“Scout, don’t start,” Miss Pauling warned.

“Just saying,” this man, apparently called Scout, muttered under his breath regardless.

“Don’t,” she said again, more firmly, and ignored the second eye roll she got for the trouble. “If you two would follow me.”

And they were shown around the base, and Jeremy in particular was shown into a room stuck behind three locked doors, where he found camera feeds and recording equipment. She gave him a basic overview and a thick packet of instructions and policies labelled ‘highly classified’ and a phone number to call if he had any further questions, and a set of hours that were apparently meant to become the new standard for him (with the quiet addendum that if he finished early that was alright, and that technically he could turn in early if two or more members of the team were already awake for the day and he was caught up on the archiving of old tapes).

Then he was left to “get used to the equipment”, which he assumed meant his dad was getting a similar rundown of his job, and it took a pretty quick glance through the packet to understand that clearly this place ran on an extremely secretive and closely monitored series of systems. In the packet, between the sections on camera maintenance and operation hours, were a few sheets detailing what were apparently the movement patterns of the various members of the team, including frequented locations and previously recorded large-scale infractions (mostly on the part of the Soldier, the Medic, the Scout, and one from the Demoman).

He wasn’t the one with the title Spy, but fuck, it seemed like he might as well have it. His entire job wasn’t even necessarily to keep the team safe overnight—he was just meant to watch all of them to make sure nobody was anywhere or doing anything out of the ordinary.

The next time he saw his dad, waiting outside the infirmary to get some sort of physical evaluation, his face was arranged carefully enough that he could tell he’d figured out something was up, too.

“Got your job assignments?” he asked quietly in French, glancing towards the door into the infirmary.

A nod, a glance. “I’m intrigued by the methods used in employee evaluation,” he deadpanned. “Especially the fact that apparently, they’re willing to assign employees for the explicit task of doing them.”

“How often?”

“Weekly.”

“Thorough,” Jeremy deadpanned, and glanced towards the hall at the distant sound of laughter, echoing from somewhere else on the base. “That’s basically mine too.”

There was a long silence, and when Jeremy looked back over, his dad was giving him an almost expectant look, waiting. All he had to offer him was a shrug, which was returned after a moment with a vague shake of the head. “I don’t believe it will be a problem,” his dad said simply. “Not for us, at the very least.”

Jeremy nodded. “Yeah. Uh, anyways, good luck with the… physical, or whatever,” he said, and received a pat on the shoulder before he walked back off down the hall, hoping to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do with an entire room all to himself. He’d almost never had one before.

He was used to time changes and jet lag, to needing to switch his sleep schedule on the regular, but the switch to a straight up night shift was a rough one.

His nine-to-five was actually a ten-to-six, as in 10 PM through 6 AM. This meant that, assuming he managed to get his schedule in order, he’d be able to join in on the team dinners if he woke up early and could eat breakfast with them before he went to bed.

Very quickly he realized that going to dinner and breakfast with the team was going to become a staple part of his routine, because it didn’t take long before he began to feel extremely lonely all of the time. In a dark little room, everyone else asleep, scrubbing through tapes from during the day while half keeping an eye on the live feed from around the base that never showed much of anything, it was brutal. It was suffocating.

It was easy, at least. It didn’t take long before he got efficient at it and could start zoning out, and it wasn’t like he was under much pressure. His was the only room without any cameras in it. Security risk, apparently.  And to be honest, what small amount he and Dad interacted with mercenaries and other criminal types, Jeremy didn’t really tend to like them much. A lot of them were loud and rude and had the potential to turn around and try and kill them whenever they felt like it. He didn’t expect that he’d like the team as much as he did. He especially didn’t expect to like them so much without ever really talking to them.

But watching the camera feeds from throughout the day, seeing what they were up to, they were just... nice people. Soldier out by the dumpsters practicing rocket jumps and wrangling raccoons and apparently trying to learn how to spin a rifle, Pyro’s regular minor explosions in the kitchen while cooking and the surprised and frantic way they cleaned it up every time, the Demoman’s tendency to whistle wherever he went, watching through the feed as they all played cards and argued and jostled each other. They all seemed really nice. Really cool. Really dorky, too, but mostly just really nice and really cool.

And there were a few of them he was less sure about—he couldn’t get eyes on the Medic most of the time, what with the one camera in the Medbay being tilted down at an angle that made it hard to see much of anything but the occasional bird (probably by those same birds). The Heavy tended to just sit and read, and was pretty much silent most of the time otherwise. The Scout tended to leave the base pretty often. And the Sniper didn’t even live on base, he had a van outside that he could only occasionally see movement in when he squinted at the far edge of the camera leading outside. But even then, Heavy and Sniper mostly just seemed quiet, and Medic just seemed busy, and the Scout just seemed like a little bit of a dickhead.

But then one day when Jeremy was at breakfast the Heavy caught him leaning to try to get a look at the cover of the book he was reading, and he blurted that he was just wondering what book was so great that he’d stay up until like four in the morning reading, and then the entire team was gawking at him and asking questions and insisting that it was insane that there was someone actually watching all those cameras, and he shrugged and said there was always supposed to be someone watching the tapes back it was just usually some office worker type a hundred miles away. And they seemed almost... upset with him. And maybe that was fair, it wasn’t like he ever talked to any of them much, mostly he just spent breakfast and dinner half-asleep and listening to their chatter. And Demoman admitted that he’d honestly assumed that Jeremy slept his entire shift, he just always looked so tired at breakfast. There was almost this discomfort. This distrust.

And so, now that the jig was up, he made it a point to say some things to certain members of the team. To tell the Medic that his camera was tilted down so that he couldn’t see most of the room, and to very pointedly say that it was weird how that happened and that he didn’t know why they set it up like that in the first place, but it was really none of his business. Made it a point to warn the Engineer in the morning that the previous night, Soldier had been doing something in the fridge for a while, and to maybe check the labels before he made breakfast. Made it a point to tell the Demoman that the camera in his workshop was right in plain sight, and that if he moved one of his blackboards an inch or two to the left, it would obscure the room a pretty hefty amount. Made it a point to tell the Sniper that the camera on the rooftop seemed to be glitching out, and it’d just sort of lost the tapes of the previous two nights, and that it was really unfortunate since for all he knew there might have been someone ignoring the signs about there being no personnel allowed up there.

In return, he found that Pyro would sometimes make little sparkly notes with smiley faces on them and stick them to the door to the security room. That Sniper started tipping his hat at the camera above the door into the base from the garage. That on occasional drinking nights, the team would suddenly turn and start waving at the camera, laughing the whole way. On one night in particular he could hear through the low-quality and tinny speakers that they were trying to cajole him into leaving the security room for a while to join them for cards, and god, but he wanted to.

And he noticed more things. Soldier walking with a slight limp some days when rocket jumps had rough landings. Being able to count the doves in the infirmary and even tell them apart to some extent through blurry close-ups. The Engineer making it a point to sweep really regularly regardless of what project he was working on.

And then he noticed a weird thing.

It took him a long time to get used to the patterns of hallways, the cameras not really lined up linearly after a while, too many branching paths. He learned to follow progress, to flick from one camera to the next as someone walked around corners. And for a while he thought maybe he wasn’t very good at it.

Until he realized two things. First of all, that in a hallway where he knew there were five doors, he could only see four—apparently the door to Pyro’s room was just barely out of sight of the camera. He only figured it out because one day it swung open wide enough to almost bang against the wall.

And then, when he realized there was somehow that massive blindspot, that there was a corner with a blindspot too. One where that Scout kept disappearing.

He watched a few more times to make sure, and yep. He’d see the Engineer walking around the corner, flick to the next screen, and there he was, continuing down the hallway. And then later that same day, the Scout, walking, and flick to the next camera, and he wasn’t there.

One of the worse parts of the job was that he never got to see Dad anymore, never got to just sort of hang out the way they did all the time when he was growing up, and he knew he would miss it but he didn’t know how much. And he found it was even worse when he had something important to say, doubly so when he had something important to say but no idea if it was actually important.

He tried to bring it up casually, in the like ten minutes of time he ever got alone to talk to Dad. Dad was fighting the kettle trying to make some tea and he was trying to stay awake long enough to figure out how he was going to say this.

“Uh,” he said, and Dad looked at him. “So, uh, what’s the read you’re getting on that Scout guy?”

“Lazy,” Dad shrugged, looked back at the kettle. “Arrogant. He seems to care very little about doing his job correctly and has horrible communication on the field.”

“Right, right,” he nodded, fought a yawn down. “Uh. So like, kind of a dickhead.”

“Indeed,” Dad said, nodding vaguely.

“So uhhh... not the best.”

“Where are you going with this?” Dad asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“I, I dunno, the guy just likes hanging out in this one blindspot in the cameras, and it’s kinda freaking me out,” Jeremy said, scratching at the back of his neck.

Dad frowned. “Strange. I wasn’t aware that there were any blindspots in the cameras.”

“There’s only a few, and only for pretty small spaces I think? But apparently he just likes hanging out in one of them.” Jeremy scuffed his shoe on the ground, glancing over as voices started echoing down the hall towards them. “Just thought it was weird.”

“I’ll look into it,” Dad muttered, voice quiet, and then raised it again slightly. “I refuse to keep up with sports.”

“C’mon,” Jeremy said, knowing this game well, changing subjects into something more normal as people entered earshot. “I’m not even asking you to keep up with sports, I’m just saying, I’d kill to go to a baseball game right about now.”

“The American Pasttime!” Soldier called from the room over.

“Exactly,” Jeremy agreed, nodding at Soldier as he also entered the kitchen, a half-asleep Demoman in tow.

“Any ghosties or ghoulies on the cameras last night, lad?” Demo had enough energy to ask, blinking blearily at the contents of the fridge.

“Oh, a billion,” Jeremy said.

“Guard!” Soldier barked, the most awake person in the room. “Should these ghost-ghouls appear again, don’t be afraid to point me in their direction! I have significant experience with them already and do not fear the likes of them!”

“Yeah sure,” Jeremy shrugged.

“You’re a champion, Guard,” Demo said with what was either a really disoriented blink or a wink, slugging him on the shoulder and wandering back out into the common room with the entire carton of milk in his other hand. Jeremy gave him a mock-salute that Soldier copied with absolute conviction. He and Dad shared a glance after the two of them left, and Jeremy was the first one to break, snickering under his breath.

“I’ll look into it,” Dad said, and also left the kitchen, and Jeremy nodded and started trying to remember what else he’d been planning on doing before bed.

“So,” Dad said a few days later, materializing next to Jeremy when he was in the middle of his jog and making him almost jump out of his skin, skidding to a stop.

“You’re enjoying that new watch way too much,” Jeremy panted, out of breath and still very much startled.

“Maybe,” Dad said, and he was smiling. “But as I was saying.”

“All you said was ‘so’,” Jeremy pointed out, giving him a look.

“There’s a juvenile joke here about how I’m your father and so of course I say ‘so’, but if you wouldn’t mind it, I did have something important to say, mon lapin,” Dad replied, and Jeremy rolled his eyes hard at the horrible joke and cheesy name, fighting back a smile of his own.

“Go for it,” he said, and took the opportunity to bend and tighten his shoelaces.

“So. Regarding that Scout and his habits. You mentioned he spends time in blind spots of the cameras, oui?” Dad asked.

“Yeah. Keeps, uh, I guess he keeps getting infractions for going off base too much, too. I’ve logged him leaving like three times this week already,” Jeremy nodded.

“Indeed. Well, considering how new we are to the team, I did not want to jump to conclusions, and so contacted Miss Pauling and asked on your behalf for any older records, and I found out something very... intriguing.”

Jeremy looked up at him, blinking. ‘Intriguing’, historically, had always been a very, very bad thing.

“Apparently, it has been two years since they last had a Guard situated on base. The previous one was a much older gentleman, retired from being a full member of the team due to health complications but not entirely ready to part with the company. The previous guard was somewhat strict, and the Scout—the same as we have now—very much disliked the man. He continued acquiring near-constant infractions under the man’s watch for leaving when he was not meant to, so much so that the previous Guard proposed enstating trackers on the team when they went off-base. And before this policy could take hold, the previous Guard left the base one day and did not return, and finally was found dead a state over, one month later.”

Jeremy blinked once, twice. “Holy shit,” he said, and took note of the wary look on his face. “Okay. So we’re thinkin’ the same thing, right?”

“I would assume so. And…” Dad hesitated, moved to fidget with his cufflinks. “And I would not be particularly concerned about this, as I’m confident that you wouldn’t have gotten his attention from what you’ve been up to lately, and therefore wouldn’t be in danger yet should history attempt to repeat itself, but… he’s already taken a disliking to you.”

“What?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up.

“I believe it’s something as simple as some sort of shallow jealousy. Another American on the team, also relatively young, filling the position of someone he disliked previously. He regularly complains about the fact that you don’t need to go do the same job as the rest of us.” Dad shrugged, glanced over at him. “That, combined with the fact that you have somewhat conflicting duties, well, he tends to rather tetchy. He claims that considering he’s meant to be the first line of defense, they shouldn’t also need a guard at night.”

Jeremy had a number of opinions about that, but he stuck to the most relevant ones. “I really don’t like this guy,” he said. “Might be, uh. Worth keeping an eye on.”

“Agreed.” Dad glanced back over his shoulder towards the base, then at his watch. “Enjoy the rest of your run. Don’t forget to eat.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, hit the bricks already, old man,” Jeremy scoffed, waving him off, and Dad rolled his eyes, disappearing again in a cloud of smoke. “You’re gonna be using that thing all the damn time now, aren’t you?”

“Oui,” came a voice from nowhere, and Jeremy huffed a laugh, meandering his way back into the rest of his jog.

Jeremy hummed along to the radio, flicking between cameras on autopilot and wondering when exactly to take his lunch break.

He didn’t face the clock or anything, so he wasn’t sure, but he thought he had a pretty solid rhythm at that point. Click, click, click, between the camera to the road, the camera to the main entrance, and the camera in the hall towards the middle of the building, for about one second each. At just about any time after 11 or 11:30, those were the only three in real time that he needed to keep an eye on, mostly for people coming back late from bar hopping or if Miss Pauling was rolling in on a delivery. All the other cameras he could see out of the corner of his eye, and any movement he’d pick up on pretty quick, even if it was usually just the doves fluttering on the camera to the Medbay. After he cycled through those (and there was almost never anything there) he’d cycle back through to the tape he had in, put it on high speed, and watch it for about two or three minutes, get through a chunk of that time. Mostly he’d just be making sure nobody had been in the base while the team was away ni o(which indeed there never was), so there wasn’t much of a reason to take it off high speed, and the second part of the night would be watching the tapes for the time the team was back on base.

Movement on a camera made him click the pause, and he glanced off to the side. One of the doves had shuffled to face the other direction. He rolled his eyes, looking back at the bigger monitor again and pressing play.

The second half of the night was a little more interesting. He just had to look at the tapes for the time the team was there, check for discrepancies that might point to Dad messing with the disguise technology off-the-clock or the enemy Spy having infiltrated. For the most part things were straightforward, but he at least got to see his teammates up to funny things sometimes. Pyro’s antics were usually entertaining. Soldier he only caught some of, on the basis of him often walking off out of range of the cameras when he went on his excursions. Demo was funny sometimes. Honestly, just seeing the Sniper anywhere but as a fuzzy distant shape was interesting.

Movement on a camera. Same dove. He ignored it. Click, click, click, all three cameras clear, back to the fast-forward of the same empty hallway as before.

He really needed to figure something out, for the Scout. Maybe he and Dad were just being paranoid. It would be insane for him to try to outright kill anyone who inconvenienced him, not to mention reckless, and stupid to boot. Acting like that in their line of work would make him a lot of enemies extremely quickly. It would make more sense for the old Guard disappearing to be unrelated, to be honest.

Yeah. Hell, he barely knew the guy, and here he was assuming he’d straight up whacked a guy for getting a little too on his case about something. Maybe they were wrong.

Movement on a camera. He glanced over and froze outright.

It took him five seconds to come to his senses enough to pause the playback on his screen.

Figures. Shapes. Not at the front entrance, in the hallway, there next to the back way, by the garage. At least three, moving carefully, hard to make out in the darkness.

Okay. Okay, don’t panic, focus.

Jeremy ran through a few things in his head. He’d already done a headcount, the only people he wasn’t sure about were the Sniper and the Medic, but he hadn’t seen the Medic in any of the hallways out of the infirmary. Three figures were two too many to be any of the team, and besides that, they didn’t look like the Medic. Too short to be the Sniper, moving differently. Different clothes.

Three people. He hopped up, rushed over to the wall, yanked open the panel he had there. Three buttons, which he needed to hit in order. The first would send an alert to Miss Pauling, the second to whoever was assigned to be on alert that night, the third would set off the alarm.

He hit the first, hit the second, and hesitated on the third.

Okay. Technically if he didn’t hit that third button, he’d be breaking protocol, which was, according to the manual, ‘grounds for termination’. He was pretty sure that meant a long swim with some concrete shoes. And it was apparently recorded every time he hit these buttons, so they could deduct from his pay on false alerts. So they’d know if he didn’t hit this third button. He needed to think fast.

This was a different button than the alert button. The alert was more subtle, set for just one person. The alarm was throughout the entire base, over every loudspeaker. Louder than a fire alarm. If he hit this one, these intruders would hear that there was an alarm going off. Anyone smart would book it, high tail it the hell out of there. But he still didn’t know where they came from.

There hadn’t been movement on any of the screens, and he looked at the camera feed facing the road already, a few times even. He should’ve seen them. And if they found their way in once, they could do it again.

If he didn’t hit the button, on the other hand, whoever was on alert would wake up and wonder why they’d gotten an alert but the alarm wasn’t going off. If they were clever, which they probably were if they’d lasted this long, they’d come to the security room to see what was up and they could work from there.

He closed the panel again and moved to wait.

A minute later, still no movement from the hallway where most of the rooms were. That was fine, they’d just woken up, and probably needed to get dressed and grab their guns.

Another minute later, no movement, which was fair, they just needed a second to get their bearings. The intruders, meanwhile, were just lurking, slowly making their way down the hall.

Another minute later, no movement, and he opened the panel to press the button again before he continued waiting. Maybe they didn’t hear him the first time.

Another minute later and he took to standing next to the panel, mashing the button rapidly, eyes on the screen where the intruders were passing the kitchen, starting to get pretty far into the building.

Another minute later and he stomped his way into his sneakers, grabbing his flashlight and gun and guard cap from where they were hung on the wall. “Fine, I’ll fucking do it myself,” he grumbled, and carefully shouldered open the door, taking one last glance at the camera before he shut the door behind himself.

He kept his footsteps quiet, squinting into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to finish adjusting as he crept towards where he’d last seen the figures. It was near-silent in the base at night except for the distant, quiet hum of generators and occasional shift of plumbing. It was getting more and more familiar, and he found himself able to tune it out somewhat, instead listening intently for footsteps besides his own, making sure to click the safety off his gun while he was still alone and not when he was close to whoever had decided to break in.

Okay. Dad did this all the time. He could handle this.

He slowed as he approached the corner near the kitchen, peering around as carefully as he could, tugging down the brim of his cap to try and hide any potential shine from his eyes. He caught sight of a vague shape standing near the doorway, hesitating before it crept inside, into the common area.

Not ideal, on the basis of that being their goddamn kitchen, but at least there would be cover.

By the time he managed to sneak up to the doorway, he could make out the sound of vague whispering. It was far enough that it gave him the boldness to peer into the room, and just slightly lit by the glow of the clock on the oven he could see two shapes there in the kitchen, the third lingering nearer to him, there by the table.

Jeremy was only just starting to make a plan, relieved to have the jump on them, when there was the distant sound of a generator humming to life, and all the figures stopped, paused for a moment.

“Fucking spooky here,” one whispered, barely audible.

“Calm down,” another whispered. “What, scared of ghosts?”

Jeremy inhaled, exhaled, shifted onto the balls of his feet and started creeping a little further into the room. If he could just get all three of them to one side, so he wouldn’t need to pivot so much…

“You don’t know, maybe there’s ghosts here,” the first protested, and swore quietly at what sounded like their winging their elbow against the corner of the tale, and Jeremy tried to stick near the wall, managed to creep half-behind one of the chairs, trying to keep his silhouette indistinct. “These guys kill people.”

“So do we,” the third mumbled, moving out of sight in the kitchen, and Jeremy bit down on a swear, starting to inch behind the couch. “Don’t be a coward. And stop making so much noise.”

“You can’t shoot a ghost,” the first pointed out, moving a bit closer to the kitchen, giving the table a wide berth now. “Or punch it.”

“I can try,” the second said, and stopped at the sound of a rustle.

Jeremy held his breath, weight half-balanced against where he’d tried to step, newspaper trapped beneath his foot.

“That one wasn’t me,” the first whispered. There was another, more significant rustle throughout the room, and Jeremy could see a glint as the intruders drew their weapons.

Jeremy inhaled, exhaled, and just barely managed not to swear out loud.

The first one was the closest by, lingering beside the arm of the couch Jeremy was crouched in the shadow of. “Do they have a cat here?” they asked, voice quiet.

The second was approaching into the main room more carefully. From the sound of the footsteps, trying to keep a shoulder closer to the wall, clearly paying more attention to the door. “Are you stupid or something?” was the reply, voice also quiet.

The third didn’t speak, but huffed out a laugh, which was enough to tell Jeremy that he was out of the kitchen.

Jeremy inhaled shakily, exhaled shakily, shifted his grip on his handgun and flashlight, and took a split second to think. Inhaled one more time.

He leapt to his feet, swinging his flashlight like a billy club and clobbering the first figure across the side of the head, sending them tumbling to the ground. From the sound of the impact, a dislocated jaw at the very least. One down.

A shout from the other side of the room, arms moving to try to aim, clearly struggling to see him, but that third figure was in the doorway, silhouetted against the faint light from the oven’s clock, and that was enough to figure out where the head and chest were. He aimed, fired, got what he was pretty sure was the neck considering the brief spray of blood that splattered against the oven, darkening the room completely.

A swear from the second figure, and Jeremy wanted to swear too, because he’d hoped that second figure would be stupid and try and charge him, but now he was ten steps away and didn’t have time to fiddle with and cock the gun again, other hand full with a flashlight and no way to—

Oh, duh.

“Stay where you are,” the second figure ordered, but Jeremy’s eyes were a little better adjusted and besides that, he wasn’t the one talking. He lifted his flashlight and clicked it on.

The second figure cried out, recoiling at the sudden blindingly bright light in what had been near-darkness, and Jeremy had time to finagle his thumb up to cock his gun again, now able to aim with absolute accuracy, this shot connecting with the figure’s head.

He exhaled.

It took Jeremy two minutes to remember to fire a bullet into the chest of the unconscious guy, and another minute for the other mercenaries to start showing up, half-dressed and armed. Dad, presumably to prove a point, showed up pretty close to the middle of the pack almost fully dressed. Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure how long it took before Miss Pauling showed up, but he wasn’t even halfway through their questions by that time.

“Guard, headcount?” she asked before she even bothered saying hello, still wearing her motorcycle helmet and looking more than a little bit miffed.

“Uh,” he said, eyes drawn away from where Medic was assessing the bodies on the kitchen table, “seven present and accounted for. Sniper’s probably out at his van, don’t know about the Scout.”

“Alright. Pyro,” she said, and Pyro stood at attention, bunny slippers squeaking at the movement. “go wake up Sniper and get him in here.”

Pyro nodded, handing their weird unicorn plushie thing to Jeremy as they passed by, giving him a solemn nod before hurrying away.

“Okay. Guard, hit me with a rundown, then,” she said, and shot a glance around the room. “No peanut gallery needed. And Medic, please don’t take them apart too much. I gotta get rid of those later.”

“Uh. Spotted these guys on the cameras, hit the first and second alerts,” Jeremy said.

“And not the third?” she asked pointedly.

“They were, like, right next to the door, and—here’s the thing, Miss P, is I dunno how the hell they got in here,” he said, and there was a general balk from the room. “No, seriously. They didn’t come in on the main road, they were in one of the back hallways by the garage. There’s gotta be a hole in the cameras or something, because I seriously don’t know where they came from. And if they booked it, they’d take whatever vehicle they used to get here, too, and we might not figure it out. Thought I’d just wait for whoever the hell was supposed to be on alert so we could… I dunno, at least see which way they went.”

“Guard,” she admonished, and he shrank a little bit. “That was incredibly reckless. What if nobody had shown up to help you?”

“Uh,” he said, blinked, “but… nobody did show up.”

A pause. She blinked. “What? You’re the one who did that?” she asked, entirely shocked, pointing towards the three bodies on the table.

“Uh, yeah? Isn’t that my job?” he asked carefully, shifting the stuffed animal under his arm.

“No, you’re—you’re just supposed to be the Guard, you’re supposed to watch cameras, not—“ She paused, taking a second to push up her glasses and rub at the bridge of her nose, inhaling, exhaling. “Okay. Points for… going above and beyond, here, but Guard, don’t do that again.”

“Sure thing, Miss P,” he mumbled, tugging on the brim of his guard cap, and sighed to himself as Miss Pauling moved away to try and stop Medic from attempting to covertly steal a few organs from the corpses. Dad clapped him on the shoulder supportively, and that did make him feel a little better. He wasn’t expecting a clap to the other shoulder, and looked up, surprised to see Heavy there, looking just slightly less grim than usual.

“Little Guard man is credit to team,” he said simply, solemnly.

Jeremy straightened up slightly. “Oh. Hey, thanks,” he said. Heavy nodded at him.

“It’s true,” Demo called, and he looked over, got another approving nod. “Really saved the lot of us, lad.”

“I, I mean, hey, it’s… what I’m here for. Or, uh. I thought that was it, anyways,” he shrugged, glancing away. “I mean, yeah, I’m pretty cool, though.”

Dad bumped his arm for the last part, and he snickered. “My question,” Dad continued, doing his best to ignore him, “is primarily regarding who, precisely, was supposed to be present to help Guard with this. Who is meant to be on alert?”

“It’s meant to be Scout, ain’t it?” the Engineer asked from nearby, frowning. A general murmur of agreement. “Could he have slept through it?”

“Heavy doubts this,” Heavy grumbled, looking troubled.

“Why’re we awake?” asked Sniper from the doorway, and various teammates called out a greeting. Sniper seemed half-gone, and completely grumpy, but not as grumpy as Pyro, and not nearly as gone as the man leaning heavily against Pyro’s shoulder.

“Hey,” the Scout managed, grinning, speech garbled, visibly sloppy and unbalanced. “What’s up, guys?”

Groans from parts of the room. “Drinkin’ again, Scout?” the Engineer drawled, visibly irritated.

“That’s my trademark, lad, go on,” Demo laughed, but the enthusiasm wasn’t entirely there.

“Scout,” Miss Pauling said, voice firm in a way that made Jeremy almost flinch in sympathy. “Are you aware that we’ve had a situation here while you’ve been sleeping?”

“Weren’t sleeping,” Sniper murmured, and eyes turned to him. He scratched at the back of his neck. “Came stumbling in ‘round when I was heading in. He was out for the night. Bar, looks like.”  “What?” Jeremy demanded. “Why the fuck didn’t I see him leave on the cameras?”

“Alright,” Miss Pauling said, and Jeremy looked at her. Her expression was hard to read. “It’s possible he went through the back tunnel.”

“Back tunnel?” Jeremy asked, and glanced around. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t heard of it.

“For emergencies only. Scout’s the only one who I’ve given a key card to. I have one too. It’s supposed to be used for transporting especially sensitive information, most of the team isn’t supposed to even know it exists. If there’s a gap in the cameras around the back of the building, he might have been using it to… sneak out to go to town, even though he knows he’s already in hot water for leaving the base so much,” Miss Pauling said, glaring at Scout, who was looking increasingly annoyed.

“Whatever, it’s not a big deal,” he protested, scoffing.

“That tunnel is for emergencies only,” Miss Pauling stressed. “I trusted you with the privilege of knowing about it account of having worked here for so long, and you’re using that privilege and key card to mess around?”

“He was coming back from around the front of the building, at least,” Sniper chimed in, and Pyro nodded. “Not that I’d understand the point of sneaking out if he’s going to just walk back in the front door.”

“Key card?” Medic repeated from near the table, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, it’s, it’s a magnetized card, that can be read by a card reader, used like a key,” Miss Pauling explained, deflating a little bit.

His eyebrows furrowed further. “Would it happen to look anything like this?” he asked, picking up a lanyard from the table and holding it up, showing the room the card clipped onto the end of it.

Two beats of silence. “Spy, would you mind?” Miss Pauling asked politely, nodding towards the Scout, who had gone pale.

“Not at all,” Dad said just as politely, and walked over towards the Scout and Pyro, then circled around behind them, and sank a blade into the Scout’s spine. He promptly crumbled to the floor, dead.

“Well. At least that’s that mystery solved,” Miss Pauling sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of her nose again. “Now I’ve gotta block off time tomorrow to get rid of three bodies, and then hopefully that’s the last we’re gonna hear of this or else the Administrator is gonna kill me.”

“What about the Scout?” Heavy rumbled.

“…Scratch that. Four bodies,” she mumbled, face dropping into her hands. “And then I need to find his replacement. Ugh.”

“Can’t imagine you’d need to go far,” Demo said, and Jeremy looked up, and Demo was very obviously tilting a thumb in his direction.

“He’s proven himself to be better at this job,” Dad agreed, shrugging. “And I would say on a bad day he’s still a better runner than the previous Scout on a good one.”

“He can clearly handle a firearm well,” the Engineer noted, looking over one of the bodies.

“And a blunt object,” Medic chimed, just a bit too pleased. “This jaw is almost completely shattered!”

“Okay, okay, fine, sure,” Miss Pauling waved off, one hand still pressed to her face, clearly overwhelmed and tired. “We’ll get his paperwork in tomorrow. Congratulations, you’re the new Scout, any questions? Can the questions wait until morning? Great, thank you. Good night, everyone. Medic, have the bodies in bags for me at least, okay?”

A distracted thumbs up from Medic, and Miss Pauling was groaning, wandering back out of the room, and most of the team followed, yawning amongst themselves. Sniper half-attempted to ask again why the hell any of them were awake, but gave up halfway through. Pyro, for one, made sure to at least retrieve the plushie from Scout’s arms before wandering off, giving him an appreciative pat on the shoulder.

“So,” Dad said, and when he looked over, he was smiling. “A promotion, mon lapin. Congratulations, new Scout.”

“Do I gotta wear that stupid outfit he always wears?” Jeremy asked, entirely serious. His reply was a laugh and a pat on the shoulder before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. “Pops, I’m serious. Do I? Dad!?”

“—So that’s why I figured, y’know, might as well tell you guys,” Jeremy finished rambling, hands in his pockets, continuing down the hallway. “Because… I dunno. I could tell Miss P, but it’s nice having secret stuff, y’know?”

“You think this is how they actually got in?” Demo asked, looking dubious. “Little blind spot in the cameras?”

“Only a couple feet wide, you said?” Sniper grumbled.

“Sounds possible,” Heavy said hesitantly.

“I dunno. Maybe. But if I tell Miss P about it, they’re gonna fix it,” Jeremy shrugged, turning the corner and stopping. “There. I knew it.”

They stopped with him, following his line of sight. “You’re takin’ the piss, mate,” Sniper deadpanned. “You want to tell me he’d been climbing out a window like a teenager?”

Jeremy shrugged, moving to open the window in question. It swung open easily, just large enough to push through with only a little bit of a problem, barely needing to turn his shoulders. “He’s not much bigger than me, and what the hell else would he be doing here?” he pointed out.

“Heavy cannot fit through that window,” Heavy deadpanned.

“Yeah. Sorry, big guy,” Jeremy apologized, leaning back inside and closing it again. “But hey, mystery solved, right?”

“Well, if I ever need windows to climb out of, now I know just the lad for the job,” Demo said, nudging him. “Thanks, Guard. Or, er, Scout. Och, now that’s going to take getting used to, aye? Might just stick to calling you ‘laddie’, laddie.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he laughed, nudging him right back. And as much as they ribbed him for it, he did see a kind of appreciation there. Just like he’d figured, they seemed to take note of him taking their side and not just Miss Pauling’s.

Now he just needed to switch back over to the day shift.

#father-son bonding au #dad!spy #tf2 #team fortress 2 #shut up me #my fanfiction #everybody talks #really happy with this one even if it took Way Too Fucking Long

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