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your-local-uwu-artist · 3 months

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Mlp video essays I will make someday

-main six background analysis! Basically analyzing the main six based on their family, cultural, social, etc, backgrounds, like talking about how rainbowdash and fluttershy's identities as pegasi foil each other, how growing up in canterlot likely impacting Twilight, so a lot of speculation and deeo diving into equestrian culture, but also discussing stuff like the main sixes relationships with their family

-'is twilight a bad mom' actually this one will be my magnum oppus i think

-giant discord character analysis that I will have to break into multiple parts because I have so many thoughts

-angel bunny is like fluttershy's pokemon partner actually (aka angel bunny analysis)

-'yes perfect pear is really that good' I know this is by no means a hot take but like bro really frs this is not just some heterosexual tm Romeo and Juliet bs, and honestly I just can't get over it. to Me the pear and apple family feud functions as a stand in for any two groups that hate each other, Like please take a moment to rewatch perfect pear and imagine the pears and apples as being from differing religons, or different ethnic backgrounds. Please take a moment to really consider the aspect of older generations changing/reforming their ways, not just grand pear who FUCKING NEVER SAW HIS DAUGHTER AGAIN, but Granny Smith too, the way at the beginning of the episode when big Mac and aj say the topic upsets her. Please take a moment to think about how Pear Butter apparently was pretending her cutie mark wasn't what it was: Take a moment to consider how cutie marks represent one's identity and livelyhood and then reconsider that first part. AND MY GOD DID THE VOICE ACTOR FOR GRANDPEAR DO GOOD, listen to this old man tearing up and try not to tear up challenge IMPOSSIBLE. Most of all I like how it is both very positive while there is still the truth of the matter, like while it's ultimately about reconciling and reconnecting Pear Butter was still disowned and estranged when she passed. And for how incredibly family oriented the apple family and earth pony culture is it's just so anhfkanfhjax.

-is equestria sexist? I know this sounds insane but here me out. Obviously the actually reason for all of this is simply because it was marketed towards girls, but my widdle brain can't help but consider the in universe implications, aside from the obvious stuff like onky having princesses think of the stallions that carry carriages, of course I also think it's worth considering overlap between groups. Like generally speaking when a mare is treated as a horse horse with reigns and all it's displayed as demeaning (yes I know its for comedy thats aside the point, I dont care id its not made to take seriously it's fun to take seriously) however this goes a lot less so if the mare is a pegasus, so i think there's defintky a distinctikn and an overlap between what are observations about how stalians are thought of and treated and what pegasi are thought og and treated etc etc. And how stuff that in our world may have a masculine or femine interpretation doesn't have the same meaning in equestrisia. Like in our world physichak strength and prowess is associated with masculinity, in equestria physical strength is associated with earth ponies and physical prowess like sports with pegasi. this is why I like stuff that hcs big Mac as a transmare: Because it's perfect for exploring pony gender roles and how they overlap with the pony species roles sense big Mac is both a very 'typical' stallion and a very 'typical' earth pony

-mlp dragon lore my beloved

-changlings, the beloved love bugs, and the real vampire ponies. Aka I'm so fucking obsessed with changlings

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cyberbullyinc · 1 year

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i dreamed i got a scam call and i was like lmao this is obviously a scam and started chatting with the scammer about it lmfao i also dreamed i saw several ang*l lookalikes at the mall and it was obvious that it made me feel a type of way bc the friend i was with was like “hmm ur type is the weatherman!” which idk what the fuck it means but apparently ang*l is weatherman shaped lmfao and later we did ran into him and he sat with us and he was acting just like i remember (like a little kid with a crush on u who doesn’t know how to say it so he pulls ur braids instead) but it was one of those rare times that it had a sprinkle of “this might actually happen” just like in the good ol times 🙃 but i was so worn out that i didn’t react on the outside, on the inside i was a mess as per usual (am i imagining this? maybe im just imagining things, maybe this doesn’t mean anything, maybe he doesn’t realize, maybe im seeing things that aren’t there) so he gave me a peck but i didn’t react, i didnt kiss him back bc i was too busy convincing myself it wasn’t actually happening cuz it never did and i was always crazy if i thought it did so then my friend and i left and on the outside again i was cool but on the inside i was like… i fucked up, it was my chance and i missed it, this means i lost forever and ever and ever because i didn’t read the signs and when it actually happened i was “too cool” for it, or too over it, now he thinks i don’t want it and he’ll never try it again because i wasted my chance… did it mean anything? maybe im overthinking this, maybe it didn’t even mean anything, maybe he just wanted to see how id react, maybe i passed the test, or i failed it, either option is the wrong one but those are the only options i have………. damn it really was like the old days 😐 at this point i need a lobotomy fr like i haven’t seen him in years, i don’t think about him except once in awhile when i randomly dream of him, i don’t check on him i don’t keep tabs on him i have a fucking bf for fucks sake and he’s still there!!!!!! like please please please what do i gotta do!!!!! does it ever go away?

#diary

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oldmanjaxs-many-worlds · 1 year

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The Veteran Dream I Had

Keep in mind I may have added more to this dream then what was actually there. I thought I could turn it into a good story or something. But the underlying story is what I dreamed.

It was about a veteran. He was living in this town that he had escaped to after coming home from a deployment. He had gone from one town to the next trying to forget what he had done.

He would drink heavily when he would start to remember. One day he met this kid who had found him passed out in a Park. The kid just kind of wondered up on him and asked him if he was ok.

The kid just kind of hung around talking with him. Eventually he would go home but not before asking if he could come back and talk with him more. They become friends and the kid would always come by and see him after school. The man would tell him stories about being in the service.

Sometimes he would tell a story and then stop. He would just stare at nothing for a while and then look for a bottle of liquor and begin to chug it. The kid would know that was time for him to leave.

It skips around a lot. I know the kid has two older sisters. I know at some point the guy meets the kids mom and they start a relationship at some point. Eventually they all become very close.

At some point the woman's brother or jealous ex comes in and starts to question who this guy is. He somehow manages to talk them into having him put in a phycological watch. Mainly because of his drinking and ranting and raving. He has these moments of remembering something that's happened and when he starts to remember it he wants to forget it. He starts to drink so that he can forget. Then when he's black out drunk he just starts screaming and telling "I'll come back for you!!! I will!!!! I Promise!!!!!!". And just goes on and on until he finally either trips or falls to the ground and sobs himself to sleep.

I had flashes of the hospital part. Him laying in a bed waking up strapped down. The ex arguing with the woman and the ex saying military terms in the man's ear to see if he recognized any of them. Basically trying to prove he was not in the military, and he was just some crazy guy. Most of the stuff was from TV shows or movies. Nothing really used in actual combat. The entire time even before that he would say stuff like that. The guy mainly just ignored him.

From there it skips to the sheriff's office. Somehow the sheriff has a military ID in his hand and it's the guys. He calls someone on the phone to find out if it's real and if this guy is this person. Remember he's going by a different name. He manages to talk to someone and they tell him they'll get back to him.

A day or two go by and the whole family is at the sheriff's office trying to get the guy released. The woman realized she had made a mistake listening to her ex or whatever he was. Gets a little fuzzy from here. The two girls are telling the sheriff he's a nice man. The boy tells him he doesn't hurt anyone when he drinks. Same with the mom she said he's just trying to forget.

Eventually the sheriff shows the mom the military ID. They release him and he sees them but walks past them. Not angry but hurt at what they had done to him. Mostly for not being able to drink anything. Now he was sober and remembering things he didn't want to remember.

They follow him somewhere. I guess to a stash where he hid a bottle. As he is sitting there drinking on the ground. They gave him a little distance and just hovered. A man walks up holding a file in his arms. He speaks to the guy and asks him if he's Captain something. The guy looks up and shakes his head but the man opens the folder and looks at a picture of him and knows it's him. He tells him he's from the VA and that they have been looking for him for a long time.

He tells him that he has something for him and a lot of people would like to speak to him. He hands him a letter. The letter is one of those official letters from the office of the president. He tells him that he's been given the congressional medal of Honor for his heroism in combat.

The guy just shakes his head and says that's not me and just keeps chugging down. The other man is startled by the woman at this point. She asked to see the letter and folder. The man keeps trying to get the guy to come with him to the VA to help him. Eventually somehow the kid talks him into going.

At the VA he's laying in a bed just looking out the window. Sober but still trying to forget.

The psychiatrist that has been trying to help him invites the woman and her kids to see him. To try to help him open up more.

Gets real fuzzy here. The family is more in the background. The guy is in the middle of the room talking to the psychiatrist. He starts to tell a story and just like always he gets to that one point where he stops. The doctor pushes him to continue but he won't. The kid comes over and puts his hand on the guy's shoulder and tells him it's ok. You can tell us about it.

There's a pause and then he starts talking. But it's not in a way that he's telling the story to someone but more so that he's reliving it.

The whole story itself is fuzzy. I know they are in a helicopter flying around in a war zone. He and his squad are just talking over comms joking around a little when they come under heavy fire. The helicopter is hit hard by something and they go down. He wakes up. upside down. The entire time he's telling the story he's kind of moving around and re-enacting some of it.

He manages to get loose from his seat belts and falls to the ground. He looks around and sees most of his guys are alive but hurt badly. He drags 4 of them away and goes back for the 5th and 6th. His really close friend is in the passenger front seat of the helicopter but he can't get the door open. He grabs the other guy and then his buddy in the front wakes up. He starts to panic but the guy tells him he's ok. I'm going to get this guy out of here and I'll come back for you. The guy in the front starts to freak out. Don't leave me man. Please don't leave me. The guy tells him it'll be ok he'll be right back. But the buddy just keeps freaking out and screaming don't leave me man. With the other guy over his shoulder he keeps telling back at him I'll be back I promise. After carrying the guy away, the helicopter explodes and you hear the guy inside screaming don't leave me!!!!! And the guy just falls the the ground looking at the helicopter and just hearing these screams.

At the hospital he's lying on the ground he had been screaming this. Don't leave me!!!!. . I’m Sorry! Don't leave me! Everyone in the room is sobbing.

There are some new people in the room there as well. Two of the men he pulled out of the wreckage and the wife of the guy he left. He's on the ground just sobbing saying I'm sorry. I'll come back for you, I promise.

The doctor gets on the ground with him. Tells him he wants him to listen to something. He starts a recording. It's a recording of the actual helicopter comms from the flight. The comms were recording the whole time. It goes through the whole event. It was still recording even after the crash. It comes to the part where his buddy wakes up. But it's silent. He's not there. It's just the guy talking to no one.

The doctor lets it play all the way through until the explosion.

All you can hear is just the guy talking to no one. He tells him he has the autopsy report from the remains. His buddy was killed instantly in the crash. He tells him that he has the his medical report from the crash. He suffered a massive concussion. He said he's surprised that he was even able to get those men out. Said most men would have been dead.

The guy just lays there. Not wanting to believe what he's hearing. He knows he heard him, he knows he left him. He promised he would bring him home.

The wife of his buddy comes in and sits on the ground in front of him. He looks at her and she asks him, do you know me? Do you remember who I am? He just looks at her and starts to cry and says he's sorry. I couldn't save him. I couldn't bring him home. She looks at him with tears in her eyes and tells him he did bring him home and that the doctor was telling the truth about it all. She said it wasn't his fault and that she's happy that he was with him before he died. Eventually he accepts the truth and sits up. He sees the other soldiers now and from there I start to wake up.

#dreams #dreaming #alternate reality #many worlds

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orowyrm · 1 year

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every time I see a pic of kai I imagine he paints his cool accessories himself with paints that come from the like, d&d world equivalent of stuart semple. the guy who makes the world’s pinkest pink, blackest black paints, etc

i think im actually going to put stuart semple into my campaign as just a paint makin gnome. it seems right

OHHHH THE IDEA OF HIM PAINTING HIS OWN STUFF IS SO CUUUUTE...... i had a tiny idea as to how he'd obtained some of his weird gear a looooong while back, but i love this too... the details escape me because this was from the literal first session and before we decided to start recording and archiving sessions for posteritys sake, so i cant go back and rewatch it, but !

one of the driving forces of his involvement in the inciting action for this campaign was the mysterious death of a man named issuil - this guy was actually a good friend of kai's, because he was a traveler who came and went from all corners of the region moving goods to and fro, bringing back all kinds of crazy exotic enchanted items and unique materials that you cant find in the particular area. and kai, being the little self proclaimed vigilante he is, on one occasion intimidated a handful of people out of stealing some of his wares, and they ended up becoming friends. every time issuil was in port, kai would visit, and they'd chat about the goings on, and issuil would find a way to bring home something he thought fit kai's ~style~ , usually something he wouldnt have found anywhere else, like a pair of earrings enchanted to glow or a pair of goggles with iridescent lenses or something to that effect. they'd joke about how this was his 'payment' for being issuil's 'bodyguard', since he was usually on high alert for anyone looking to cause trouble (not in a cop way, mind you - he just really has a thing about stealing from people who dont deserve it. what counts as 'deserving it' in his mind is a whole different story, we'll get tothat eventually). so a lot of the stuff kai had on him when he first arrived at horton to attend issuil's funeral was in fact stuff that issuil had gotten for him, or made BY him out of materials issuil had brought home, or ones he'd pointed kai in the right direction to find someone he could buy them from. he did in fact end up giving some of these items, mainly a necklace and a pair of earrings i think? back to his widow and children, in the hopes it would help. i think about that scene a lot still. i wish it had been saved.

fun fact about kai and issuil's relationship - before the campaign began, he told us about issuil and asked us to come up with ways our characters might have known him, but never once told us how he was going to come into play in the campaign. kai was the only one who had more than a passing acquaintance with issuil, because i got super into the dynamic between the cool snake guy well known and beloved by his community and the weird little scrappy monk kid who was always kinda standing off to his side glaring daggers at the rest of the crowd and white knuckling his knives waiting for someone to try some fuckshit so he could beat them up... only to find out IN SESSION that the reason we were all traveling to horton was because we had been invited to ISSUIL'S FUCKING FUNERAL!!!!!! vik is an evil genius for that one fr. incredibly funny in hindsight though, especially considering how the campaign progressed and how crazy convoluted the circumstances of it all are starting to be... but id be here all day if i got into that mess

#vik if you are seeing this and i fucked up some of the issuil lore i am very sorry my memory of the exact wording from session 1 is #all but gone and going back through the discord chat logs did not help me #so im winging it based on what i know off the top of my head #BUT UH YEAH BACK ON THE TOPIC OF THE ASK LMFAO:#thats a really fun idea and i lvoe it. he would. he so fucking would #dnd #ocs #kai #feywilds folly #kai mierha

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coralinejones · 2 years

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just watched prisoners for the first time... i will literally never recover from this holy fuck

#shaking crying fainting #no but fr i thought id pass out at one point #this was soooooo good tho fuckkkkkkk #prisoners #denis villeneuve #movies #film #ronnie watches prisoners

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heich0e · 2 years

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the text you sent to your not date has MASSIVE suna energy

id do anything to make out w him fr

the things.... this did to me... (and apparently two other ppl in my ask)

a man starved suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 2.2k tags: MINORS DNI, making out, fwb, heavy petting, edging (kinda), suna being a malevolent agent of chaos, also i think i accidentally wrote him a foot fetish :) my bad!

Practice is out just need to shower and change

U still good for dinner?

You stare at the two new messages as you hold your cellphone up over your face, body splayed leisurely across your bedspread. You sigh lightly as you read the text, eyes flickering up to the time in the upper left-hand corner of your phone screen.

It's already past seven, and Suna likely won't make it to your place until a little after eight. You still aren't dressed, meaning you'll have to haul yourself out of bed and put on something half-decent in place of the comfortable clothes you've spent the day lounging around in. And to top it all off, your roommate is in Tokyo for the weekend, meaning you have the entire place to yourself for once and you hate the thought of wasting the monopoly you so rarely have on the space.

You purse your lips, pulling yourself up on your bed and typing out your reply.

'I don’t really feel like going out for dinner but do you wanna come over and make out a bit or whatever?'

A few seconds pass before his reply comes through, as brief and to-the-point as ever.

Suna shows up at 8 on the dot--a bit earlier than you'd anticipated--but his hair is still damp so you guess he decided to forgo drying it after he got out of his post-practice shower. It makes sense since the two of you aren't planning on going anywhere for the night.

"How was practice?" you ask as Suna drops his bag in the genkan, toeing off his sneakers.

He shrugs a bit.

You've been hooking up with Suna for long enough to read the subtle lift in his shoulders as clearly as a verbal response: practice was fine, same as always.

You lock the front door behind you and follow him into the living room where he's flopped himself down on your sofa as comfortably as he might his own.

"Are you hungry?" you ask him as you stand at the edge of the sofa and peer down at him, curling your toes idly in your fluffy slides. "I didn't go to the grocery store but I probably have something you could eat."

"We could be eating at a restaurant right now," he replies back dryly, digging his phone out from the pocket of his hoodie. "But someone decided they didn't feel like it."

"I forgot how grumpy you get when you're hungry," you huff, shuffling into your kitchen. You pull open the first cupboard and scan through it. "I have... granola bars? And half a bag of rice crackers!"

You pull the bag of tiny, salty crackers down from the shelf and dig out a few, popping them into your mouth. They're so hard you're surprised your teeth don't crack.

"Ok scratch that last one," you say through the mouthful of food, chomping painfully on the stale crackers before swallowing them down.

"How do you live like this? It's pitiful," Suna remarks from his position on your sofa.

You peek at him from around the cupboard door and find his eyes on you, his head propped up in one hand. You stick your tongue out at him petulantly.

“Fine. Starve," you sniff, pulling open the door to your second cupboard and continuing your search for something at least half-edible.

"I ordered donburi while I was on the train here. Should be delivered in a bit," Suna says, putting you out of your misery as he watches you check the expiration date on a can of soup you don't even remember buying.

You shoot him a look. "You could have told me that before I almost shattered a molar."

"It was funny."

"You're a dick."

You pluck a granola bar from the mostly empty box in the cupboard before you, toting it back with you to the living room. You crawl into the corner of the couch, tucking yourself under Suna's long legs, and rip the reflective wrapper open with your teeth.

"Can I have a bite?" Suna asks, shifting his phone where he's holding it up in front of his face to look at you.

"No," you say, taking a spiteful bite out of your snack just to punctuate the reply.

Suna pulls himself upright in a display of core strength you could never hope to accomplish, casting his cellphone aside and leaning forward so he's closer to you.

"Just a bite," he goads, eyes locked on the chocolate covered treat in your hands. You shift your body away from him (though you don't really have anywhere to go, trapped in the corner of the sofa and pinned under his legs) cradling the bar protectively.

"Your precious donburi will be here soon, you wouldn't want to spoil your appetite with my pitiful little granola bar," you say, but the words are quieter thanks to how near Suna has gotten to your face.

You can smell the scent of the shampoo you know he keeps in his training bag and the bar soap he favours clinging to him from his post-practice shower mingling with the spearmint gum on his breath. Noticing the sweet smell, your eyes flicker unconsciously to his lips, quickly snapping back up when you see the way they quirk at the corner in recognition of your wandering gaze.

He leans forward, caging you into the corner with one hand on the armrest and the other on the back of the sofa beside your head. Something troublesome flickers behind the hazel hue of his eyes, and you know it means absolutely nothing good for you.

He moves impossibly closer, his lips almost on top of yours, spearmint mixing with the lingering taste of chocolate on your breath.

"I didn't say anything about wanting your granola bar.”

Suna Rintarou is infuriating.

Insufferable.

Impossible.

And a great fucking kisser.

You’re so distracted by his talented mouth, in fact, that you can hardly keep track of his hands.

You only distantly register the way he maneuvers your body exactly how he wants you, dragging your hips down the sofa and pressing himself between your thighs as they fall open for them willingly. You don’t notice his hand on your ankle, pushing your knee up towards your chest--and if you do feel the burn in the back of your thigh from the stretch as his fingers rub slow circles into the arch of your foot, you pay it no mind.

You’re too preoccupied with the way you can feel spit spilling down your chin from how sloppily he’s kissing you. The wet, indecently slick sound of Suna trailing his tongue along your skin to catch it and force it back into your mouth again. The little puffs of Suna’s breath against your parted lips, a laugh you think, at the way you writhe when he grazes a spot on the sole of your foot that’s ticklish.

A roll of his hips, and the unmistakable press of something stiff against you in the process, is the first thing that catches your attention.

“Rint’rou,” you slur his own name desperately against his mouth.

He hums inquisitively, rolling his hips again.

“More,” you plead, trying to pull your foot back from his hold.

He pulls away from you instead, his grip still tight on your foot.

“I thought this was what you called me over for,” he pauses as he presses a kiss to your calf, dragging his lips slowly up towards your foot. “Just making out a bit.”

“You’re being mean,” you whisper, but it breaks into a whine as he nips at your ankle.

“You’re the one who asked for it,” Suna replies easily, placidly, like you can’t see how hard he is under his EJP Raijin track pants. “I would have been happy to fuck you exactly how you like it, but…”

Your eyes narrow, pulling your foot back harshly from his hold and letting it fall to the couch beside where he’s resting on his knees between your legs.

“You can’t seriously be that mad I bailed on dinner.”

“I had a reservation,” Suna says, crawling up your body until he’s got you caged in underneath him again.

“No you didn’t,” you call him out on his blatant lie, trying to roll your hips up against his—against anything for a bit of friction—but failing because he’s holding himself up just out of reach.

He lifts his brow challengingly, whether at your words or your efforts you’re uncertain, though it’s probably both. “You don’t know that,” he tuts.

“Rintarou,” you say his name softly, beseechingly, craning up to brush your nose against his.

He repeats your name back to you, still slightly mocking, but there’s something heavy under the deceptively breathy way he says it.

You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, wrists crossing behind him.

“Please touch me,” you request—as nicely as you can given your fraying patience.

“I am touching you,” he says, but he dips down and presses a fleeting kiss to your mouth afterwards.

You can’t force back the whine that slips out of you as he withdraws once more.

“Baby.” Suna laughs.

Not the pet name, the insult.

“What do I have to do?” you ask him exasperatedly, and something in his eyes shifts.

His gaze travels down your face, shifting back on his knees again so his hands are free from holding him up. His touch trails down your sides, over your ribs, settling at your hips.

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

You blink at him.

“What do you mean?” you ask him quietly.

“I mean,” Suna’s fingers dip under the hem of your oversized sweatshirt, his touch cold on your bare, flushing skin as the material rucks up over his wrists, “let me take you out to dinner.”

Suna’s hands creep steadily upwards under your shirt as you process his words. You don’t know what to say, how to respond, what the implication of his statement means.

"When?" you ask, confused. But theres a quiver in your voice as you say it.

"Anytime," he replies easily, his touch ghosting along the underside of your chest. You hadn’t bothered to put a bra on before he’d arrived, expecting it to be quickly shed anyway.

“Where?” you gasp out the second question at the exact moment Suna’s fingers pinch down on the buds of your breasts in tandem.

“Somewhere nice.” Suna’s fingers loosen their grip to a gentle brush, thumbs stroking upwards against the sensitive peaks of your nipples as they stiffen further under his attention. “Just the two of us.”

“Like a real date?” you asked him breathily.

You and Suna don’t do real dates. You do drive thrus, cheap takeout, cafes, and bars. You do late night showings of horror movies in empty theatres where you end up in his lap long before the first jump scare even happens. You do 2AM trips to the convenience store to buy condoms and ice cream, only to leave both items forgotten on the table in your entryway when he ends up fucking you against the front door the minute you stumble through it.

You don’t do dates, because you aren't dating.

“Yeah,” Suna leans forward, his lips ghosting just over yours, his hands still underneath your sweatshirt. “Like a real date.”

Your heart knocks noisily, tangibly, against your ribs; your throat feels too small for the breaths you’re trying to pull through it.

“Okay.”

Suna blinks at you slowly.

“Okay,” he agrees, and then he’s kissing you again.

He doesn’t hold back this time, doesn’t stop you when you wrap your legs around his waist to press your hips against his. He groans into your mouth at the friction between your bodies, a simmering heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at the sound. You let your fingers tangle in his dark hair, almost entirely dry now, tugging lightly against the strands as he drags his lips down the sensitive column of your throat.

A sharp knock at your apartment door startles both of you, your grip on Suna’s hair tightening and a yelp tearing from his throat in response.

Both of you freeze.

“Your donburi,” you laugh, almost disbelievingly, as you realize who’s at the door. You shift, moving to sit up.

Suna places a hand on your shoulder, keeping you pinned down beneath him. You look up at him quizzically, watching as his pink tongue darts out to moisten his kiss-bruised lips.

“They’ll leave it at the door,” he says, his hands reaching for the waistband of your shorts, fingers dipping underneath as he begins to tug them down.

“Aren’t you hungry?” you protest weakly, but still lift your hips so he can drag the garment down your thighs—your panties along with it.

Suna looks down at you, your shorts dangling from two of his long fingers, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

He tosses your clothes away, never breaking eye-contact.

“Yeah,” he replies, and a tremor of warmth shoots through you at the deep, salacious lilt in his voice. “Starving.”

#suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna drabble #suna fic #suna smut #hq drabble #hq writing #hq fic #writing

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awsugar · 2 years

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you know what’s FUCKED UP about uhv? whenever frank gets 👌🏻 close to death, Gerard’s never cradling his head worried out of his mind and shit. and every time Gerard passes out like a gothic heroine, it’s in mikeys arms. RESPECT THE CLICHES BEXLESS IM ACHING.

sdfkjsdfa true. but like i think it had to be that way. for the slow burn. gerard def wants to cradle his head but he's holding himself back so as to not send mixed messages

NO THEY DO. the part where he hides a kiss in his hair where no one will ever find it. i need to fucking lie down. like fr ultimate love story of all time. i mean maybe tied with destiel bc im insane im sorry. but unholyverse just....like genuinely they love each other so much and i cant handle it. its why reading turning point is like staring at the sun. like these bitches are simply so fucking in love its like toxic in large doses thats why turning point has to be so short in comparison. if there was an entire 50k of uholyverse after they get together like. id be in the hospital.

mmmm tbh i havent read that bit in years D: so i don't have all the context. my thought is possibly bc he thought that if frank caught on to what he was going to do he would have tried to run out and jump in front of gerard and like sacrifice himself instead cause hes just like that. he thinks hes the one that has to withstand all the supernatural torture. so gerard was just trying to like take him out so he couldn't do that. i mean thats whats coming to mind at least

#anonymous #asks #unholyverse

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toruhalo · 3 years

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Psychotic (3/?)

Pairings: Ledger!Joker x Female OC

Wordcount: 1622

Warnings: blood and injury, self-destructive thoughts, threats, manipulation?

previous chapter: 2

A/N: I hope people still read this lol and idk if it’s even good but writing Joker makes me happy

Tranquility. The dense humid air sweeps through the forest floor, leaving behind droplets of water in its wake. She can feel the nearby leaves brushing her calves and fingertips as Violet observes her surroundings. She feels comforted, as if she was surrounded by people who cherished her. In the distance rests a foggy view of a waterfall, glowing green from underneath. Vines begin to entangle and caress her as she walks towards the source of the light.

"Violet?" the voice whispers.

"... You okay?"

She elevates her head from her hands to see Sharpener looking at her with furrowed brows. She blinks to regain her eyesight and leans back in her chair.

"I-I didn't realize I fell asleep. Sorry..."

Sharpener chuckled, "It's okay, if my story was so boring you could've told me."

Violet smiles and begins to daintily pick at her food in her tray. Her thoughts begin turning to the dream she just had. The environment she recalled made her ache to witness it once again, as it conveyed a feeling of belonging. A feeling Violet isn't familiar with.

"Blonde Barbie, two o'clock," Sharpener snickers.

Violet looks up at the cafeteria counter to instantly see the one and only Doctor Harleen Quinzel. She quickly grabs two trays of decent looking food from one of the workers and makes her way out of the room. Violet huffs and takes a bite out of her bland, discolored lasagna. She knew that Joker was currently having a session with Harleen, so was she getting lunch for the two of them? A date?

"Woah there, what'd that spork do to you?" Sharpener slides the plastic utensil from her deathly grip. Flecks of blood followed the movement and pooled in her palm. Sharpener grimaced and handed her his leftover napkin.

"T-thank you. I wasn't thinking," she mumbles.

"Clearly..."

The two fell into mutual silence while the rest of the cafeteria continuously grew louder. Violet's thoughts instantly began to swarm her mind while mindlessly finishing her lunch. She recalls the time Joker reassured her that he was only using Harleen for his own gain, but as days passed she began to consider, what if he was lying to gain her trust? She didn't know him very well, but she suspects no one does. Why would J like her out of all people, if he could even like anyone that way.

“You gonna tell me why you got so angry when you saw that doctor?" Sharpener inquires.

"I-I don't l-like her very much."

Sharpener laughs, "I can tell that much. Is she your psychiatrist?"

"No... She's my fr-" Violet stopped herself. Was J even her friend? What was he to her? A silly crush at the most, she thought. "Someone I-I talk to is her p-patient."

"Hmm. And here I thought I was the only one you talked to..." Sharpener jokes. "Who is it? You don't have to tell me, I wouldn't care much."

"The J-Joker," Violet mumbles. She figured it might help to talk about him to someone else, other than Doctor LeLand who clearly doesn't perceive him in a good light.

Sharpener furrows his brow, "Are you sure it's him?" Violet nods. "Huh. You're the last person I would think who would have enough balls to even look at him, let alone hold conversations with him."

Violet freezes and slowly picks up her tray. "And y-you're the last person I would think to say t-that to me." She stands up and makes her way to the trash cans, leaving a stunned Sharpener behind.

The bed frame squeals loudly as Violet harshly sits down on top of it, not even bothering watching the guard lock her cell door, as she routinely does. She could feel her eyes start to burn with fresh tears as she tried calming herself down. Yet to no avail, one leaks as she's overwhelmed from her deteriorating self-worth. The more she thought, the more she agreed with what Sharpener said. Joker was the one who started talking to her, Joker was the one who prompted the conversations. She had nothing to give to J. She was worthless, and she can't even talk without stuttering. Her parents were right about everything; she realized. J had to be manipulating her, she couldn't think of another reason why he would talk to her so much.

The sound of a door creaking open swayed her out of her manic state. She shifts to unfortunately see Joker standing in her cell, same as the day he lied to her about Harleen. He smiles slyly and holds up an ID card of an Arkham employee in his stained hand.

"Here's the secret to the magic trick. Figured I might as well, uh, show ya."

Violet quickly wipes away her tears and turns her head opposite of him. She could already feel his attentive gaze burning a hole in her head, which made her heart rate increase from merely thinking about it. As she didn't respond, Joker took a seat next to her, tapping the card against his palm in frustration. She could still feel his eyes roaming her and even heard his breaths coming out of his nose. He suddenly huffs and stands up, walking to the toilet sink combo in the corner of the cell. He promptly tears off toilet paper, wets it in the sink and walks back to the low bed. J stops in front of Violet and crouches on one knee, causing them roughly to be the same height. Violet's heart is now pumping furiously in her chest now, and she's sure Joker can overhear it from how close he is.

Still refusing to look at him, she jumps when he grasps her injured hand and turns her palm upwards. Joker glides the water soaked toilet paper onto her hand, gently cleaning up the dried smeared blood.

"You don't, uh, belong here, doll. You and me both. We belong out in the city of darkness. Causing chaos. We can't be restrained. We're like, uh, wild animals. If we're kept inside a... cage, we'll itch to get out, so we can live." He threw the bloody wad of toilet paper over his shoulder and grabbed Violet's other hand in his own.

"That's why I'm getting us out of here. I can see it's, uh, eating you up inside."

"Why me?" Violet whispers.

Joker laughs through his nose, "Because, my porcelain doll. You have yet to live up to your full potential." He slowly retracts his hands from hers and stands back up. Violet already feels cold without his rare touch. "We'll, uh, talk more tomorrow."

Weeks pass until the two decide to put their escape plan into action. Violet had forgiven Sharpener the day after he insulted her, as he sincerely apologized. Now, she was trying to convince Joker to bring him with them during their escape.

"He can't come," Joker almost growls.

"W-why not? He's nice to me and he's been in here a w-while."

"I don't care if he's the nicest guy in the world. He's not coming."

"What if he a-agrees to work for you?"

J sighs and cracks his neck. Violet continues to look at him with her puppy dog eyes, never looking away. Joker chuckles and leans towards her, entangling his hand in her long hair.

"How about... I, uh, come meet him...and decide for myself. Would you be happy then and, uh, stop nagging me?"

Having J with Violet during lunchtime is a strange sensation. Him being next to her, causes all eyes to be on them at all times. He's a notorious criminal, who has never stepped foot in the cafeteria. That would make anyone stare at him. However, Violet seems to be the only one affected by it. J is humming to himself while eating her pudding, not bothered by the dozens of gazes on himself and his companion.

"Aren't ya... gonna eat that?" He points at her breadstick.

"I-I don't like to eat when p-people are staring."

Joker hums and sets his pudding cup down.

"They're harmless. Just a bit... looney," he chuckles. That doesn't seem to ease her worries, so he stands up at the table. "If you, uh, keep staring at us like the creeps you are, I'll, uh, cut your tongues out of your mouths in your sleep," he exclaims with malice.

Instantly, everyone looks away, no set of eyes are locked on the pair anymore. Violet smiles and picks up her breadstick she was craving.

"T-thank you," Violet says before taking a bite.

"...It was becoming, uh, irritating."

Sharpener finally shows up at the table, setting his tray down next to Violet's. His brows are furrowed in confusion at the intruder, nudging Violet to get an answer.

"O-oh, hi Sharpie."

"Sharpie?" Joker questions.

Sharpener coughs and sits down, "I guess that's a nickname of my nickname."

J turns back to his pudding and eats a spoonful. Violet can tell Joker doesn't like Sharpener already, but it won't hurt to try harder.

"S-sharpener has e-experience of working for someone. I-I think he could be h-helpful to you, J," Violet takes a deep breath after finishing her sentence.

Joker eats another bite and talks with his mouth full, "For who?"

"Sal Maroni. He died in a car crash, so I lost my job and eventually ended up here."

J laughs and swallows the last of the pudding, "How, uh, unfortunate... But, I work very differently from Mister Maroni."

"I've noticed... But I don't care who or what my boss does, I just do what they ask of me."

Joker looks at Violet between the two men who's staring at her food, "If he screws me over, I'll screw you over, dollface."

#Heath Ledger Joker #joker #TDK joker #the joker #the joker fanfiction #the joker x reader #joker x oc #ledger joker x oc #tdk #batman #aslyum #joker x female reader #joker x violet #the joker x oc #joker fanfiction

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staysuki · 3 years

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im writing this review while reading so yes

bruh i didnt know that just sitting there looking good would bring you a scholarship :// maybe thats why my parents had to pay the school fees,,,,,

all the characters here are so lovable wtf 😭😭😭 yEJI IS SUCH A MOOD I LOVE HER SM ,,,, im actly rly curious who new boy is i mean srsly if THE JUYEON is scared of losing against him, just how gorgeous is he????? 2 hwangs and jisung rivalry hmm 👀 nvm seungmin is my 👑 (sry not sry yeji , i still love you) "3rd place gets a thousand dollar cash prize so im in" -> highkey me ,, i would spare the embarrassment id feel for an award that big 👍

I FEEL BAD FOR JISUNG BUT HIM GETTING BULLIED BY LITERALLY EVERYONE IS SO HILARIOUS WTF AHHSAHSHSHSAHASHHAHASHH nvm 2min rivalry is the real one, 2 hwangs vs jisung is so one sided XD and i agree tho, jisung would be the type to make a stan acc dedicated to himself lol i LOVE how minhos captions just says minho 💀 all the phrases are so catchy ,,, how did u even think of this?!?! BRUH CHA FCKING EUNWOOOO???? LMAO GOOD LUCK WINNING AGAINST HIM ,,,, kinda feel bad for him tho ,,, boy getting played by our queen yeji 😔 💔

justice for jisung 😕

2min didnt make it? :( i want to see bad boy seungmin 😠😩 the 2 of them were so confident that theyd win but didnt pass the first round LMAOOOO ,,,, JISUNG AT THE END OF CH 7- IM DYING Y^Y

i still dont know what the poll was for but jisung is bias wrecking me hard, shouldve voted for him 😀👍 yeji opening up at her insecurities made me 😔 💔 eunwoo still deserved better tho Y^Y WHAAAATTT JISUNG X YEJI ???? 🤭🤭🤭 SHOCKED BUT OKAY CUTE HEHE okay jisung yejis the ship but eunwoo ugh still deserves so much so fcking wholesome im srsly crying

i sense drama and im sure af felix would be the cause 👀 i think im getting to see jealous jeongin real soon. they all think hyunjins going to lose, what if he gets the crown???? id want to see their reactions lmao "and not flirt with other people's girlfriends" LMAOOOO and felix's name on jeongins phone XD didnt expect the plot to go this deep,,,, juyeons words at the end were actually inspiring :">

its so beautiful huehue, i thought s2 would be pure crack but you surprised me once again ! im glad it focused more on their relationship in the second half of the story. full of drama but just my cup of tea 😌 i like how yeji and jisung ended together XD the 3rd bonus got me so intrigued, is this what your new hyunjin smau is about? hMMMMM but rest first 😠

- bs

PLS. I DIDN’T EXPECT A TEXT WALL 💀💀💀

jisung being the comedic relief is such a trope i’m addicted to, i have to stop fr 😔💔 but i just love him sm.

AND THE TWITTER CAPTIONS SJWHSJAJS IT LEGIT TOOK ME A WHILE. i had to sit down and be like 🧎‍♀️hmmmm. and yeah, justice for eunwoo, i honestly like how i didn’t make him out to be a fuckboy— wanted to pull on those empathy strings 🙈.

AND YES, thank you 🥺💓. again, i really came into this wanting to focus on the “downs” of a relationship beneath all the “ups”. like, it has the feel of a serious series that has a layered comedy on top of it so that it’ll be easier to stomach for the reader because i myself don’t like writing pure angst.

and i’m sorry to disappoint but the ending is an open-and-shut case 😭. the hyunjin smau is a different plot, i just really wanted to give him a one-off spinoff because why not, give the people what they want. daddy jeongin is my fave character tho 💓.

i didn’t wanna make a hyunjin spinoff because this is already such a good ending, i didn’t wanna make the characters live longer than they already need to, i’d be dragging it by that point. i’m pretty satisfied by this, a bit sad to let them go but overall happy it’s over. 💓💓

thank you for the text wall bub 🙏🧍‍♀️

#anon: bub stop.

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elizabeth-234 · 3 years

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The Supplejack

Previous Chapter Eighteen: Existing

Chapter Nineteen: A Phone Call

As the weeks passed, Peter struggled in vain against the extra workload of his sophomore year classes. The balance between work, school, friends, and himself was everchanging, ever in threat of tipping off the edge of the proverbial blade. Though the latter was pushed to the side with increasing frequency and his bed was becoming more of a rare luxury much to his dismay.

The tub of tabouli, hummus, and carrots sat uneaten in front of him while Mike explained again why the discourse surrounding the new Firefly show was important to their group and the larger culture abroad.

“It’s a western in space, guys, how can you not like it? Plus, Nathan Fillion is working it. You know he’s damn charming.”   

“It’s basically a soap opera and you know it.” Midge said, arms crossed in front of them.

Mike sputtered and Ned stepped in before anyone else would get more offended. Still pouting his lips, Mike turned away from them and started shoveling down his lunch. Midge just sighed. Peter shifted in his seat wondering if he should say anything when Ned bumped shoulders with him.

“You okay?”

He forced a smile on his face. Ned waited for an answer, his eyes open and earnest. The expression made something in Peter’s chest ache. This bitter tug nestled down behind his ribs. Ned was dragged along in all of this. What started as befriending a lone boy in an empty classroom had turned into trying to gather intel from two of the biggest corporations in the world. Still, his friend was right there for him, ready and unfailingly patient with a smile.

“Want to hang out this weekend?” Peter asked instead of answering the question.

He wanted to do something. To have fun and get out of the house for once. His work shifts were pretty stacked up but it was worth it to rearrange them. Ned agreed if his answering smile was any indication.

“Yeah, dude. There’s this cool exhibit downtown about brainwashing. Maybe weird but it could be cool.”

“Sounds fun.” He said.

“Yeah, they get all these big companies to put something together. I’m surprised you know who didn’t do it. I hear Oscorp is holding one in the fall.” 

Peter rubbed his chest. The cafeteria noise rushed toward him. All the laughter and words and echoes pressed against him, weighing down. His smile felt wobbly to him but hoped it came off as sincere.

“We’ll have to check the one this weekend out.”

Ten hours later, Peter sat at his desk. His head resting in the crux of his arms crossed on the scattered papers and notebooks. He shifted in the chair and tried not to think about the coming week. The to-do list was somewhere in the mess under him. Every bullet point added another reason his headache was growing at an alarming rate.

One of the pages peaked out from under the curve of his elbow. The model car on it was dissected into the median and coronal planes showcasing all the guts. Why was he tinkering with it after all this time? No one would see it now. Red marks, newly etched into the paper some sleepless night would probably never leave this room let alone the top of his desk unless it was carried through the trash.

The thought of acknowledging he was finally abandoning the project left him gripping onto the papers tight in his palms. Even all these months later, Peter found himself tweaking their project and trying to improve upon it. Lee, the head intern, had said she was always available. Maybe he could email it over and then she could send it onto whoever her boss was? The chain of command wasn’t something he was entirely familiar with but eventually it had to land in his hands.

His phone buzzed.

Out of habit, Peter flipped it upside-down without looking to see who it was from. He tapped his finger against the wood until the sound stopped. He only just managed to sigh when the buzzing started again.

Phone calls were the worst. He hated answering the phone, hated talking over people and not seeing their facial expressions, and hated how goodbyes were always awkward. Above all he hated the way he could never talk in a coherent manner. Always felt like he was overstepping or worse in some people’s eyes, being too quiet.

Phone calls from anyone besides May were trouble. His aunt was in the living room so that meant it was bad. He could be expelled from Midtown or one of his friends could be hurt. Ned’s hands bloody. Julia’s heart stopping. Flash’s chest not rising anymore. Peter’s chest throbbed at the images. With sweaty hands he grabbed his phone off the desk and looked at the ID.

It was from an unknown number.

His thumb hovered over the green button as it rang but he didn’t answer.

If he didn’t answer it was easier to pretend nothing was wrong. The worry barely concealed by his expression was better left unfounded. He kept reading through one of his source books on mechanical engineering but the words held no meaning. His eyes kept returning to the flip phone sitting all innocent inches away from his hand.

His fingers twitched and the phone rang again.

Peter breathed in deeply before flipping it over. He read the number over again. Tried to memorize the digits quickly as if they would hold some significance the longer they were in his mind. The ringing continued and continued for what felt like forever.

His Uncle Ben came to mind. Without letting him linger for too long again, he flipped his phone open and pressed enter. The other side of the call was silent. There was no breathing or anything to indicate someone was there.

“Hello?” The crack in his voice echoed in his ears.

“Am I speaking to Peter?”

The voice was smooth - pristine in its cadence and rhythm. Unlike his own, the words were spoken with no hesitancy or irregular pitch. There never was, either. It was a voice Peter would recognize anywhere. Hearing them say his name now made him realize how much he missed them. It was a strange thought considering. How could he miss a voice so much?

He scowled. It wasn’t fair to minimize Friday to that of just their voice.

“Fr - Friday? I…How did you get this number?”

There was another pause. Peter wished he’d said something else instead of beginning with such a sharp tone. He could’ve asked how they were doing or greeted them with enthusiasm. Instead the panic from earlier manifested in more of a bark. Heat flooded from his neck up to his ears.

“I have scanned through the Stark databases and found this number on Boss’s phone.” He couldn’t help it. Peter laughed throwing a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. Friday’s silence was enough to confirm they heard but it didn’t dampen his smile.

This was Friday he was talking to. Peter couldn’t believe it and if the smile on his face was wide and almost made his cheeks hurt, he could almost forget about everything else.

“You stole my number from Mr. Stark’s phone?”

“Peter, as I said I scanned...”

“You did! Friday, I can’t believe it. Wait, is everything okay? Did something happen? Is … Mr. Sta- everyone’s okay, right? I mean you don’t have to tell me anything but is everyone…”

“Everyone’s fine. I’m sorry to have made you worry. I would also like to apologize for keeping silent. I called you friend once but haven’t acted in accordance to what constitutes that bond.”

Peter’s neck burned. Friday’s voice sounded as hesitant as Peter felt and he was glad, for once, he wasn’t in the Tower so they couldn’t hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“No need to apologize. I just assumed when I left…”

“That has no bearing on it. There were other factors. Some I can talk about some I can’t.”

“Is, is this why you called? What can you talk about?”

Peter imagined Friday was taking a large breath in from the gap between answer and question. His heart, already beating far too fast for a regular school night, increased its speed.

“You need to come back to the Tower, Peter.”

His ears filled with cotton inducing a fuzzy ringing. It grew louder and louder until he found himself leaning his forehead against the desk. The phone rested where it fell on the table by his clenched hand. He scooped it up despite the trembling in his digits and brought the phone to his ear again.

“Friday?” He rasped out.

“You need to come back to the Tower. There are matters here that would… benefit from your presence.”

There were too many pauses in the sentence and a million phrases flowing through his mind in response. Following on his immediate responses were a plethora of images of the Tower. He conjured filled hospital beds, condemned signs, and most haunting, empty rooms. The worry gnawed at his stomach not caring about Friday’s reassurances. Something had to be wrong. Why else would Friday contact him? It had been months.

There was nothing more he wanted, but all he managed to say was, “I can’t.”

The pain it would bring was all too easy to think about. He’d had a taste of it at the finale internship presentations. The sheer amount of people buzzing with excitement was enough to dull the awkward hurt but Peter couldn’t forget how hard it was to breath once he was in the Tower again. The familiarity burned at his throat. What was a safe haven reduced to just some place he used to know had hurt more than he was willing to say out loud.

Friday wanted him to go back there after everything. No awards or parties would be there to distract. He would have to walk down the hallways and see the beautiful skyline only glimpsed at that height. He would have to see Mr. Stark.

What would he say? What would he do?

“I can’t work on the project anymore, Peter.”

It was devastating in its simplicity. A twist of the metaphorical knife Peter had never even felt embedded in his side. It was a rope taken away as his head sunk swiftly under water. All the progress he’d made even if he didn’t realize it, was gone in the moment those words were said.

Mr. Stark was clear. Final.

At the time there were a thousand words he’d wanted to say but then and now it didn’t seem right. Now, the sense of betrayal no longer stung because it didn’t matter that Mr. Stark knew all about the Weaver and Oscorp. In the end, no amount of explaining or conversation would fix anything because there was nothing to fix.

The steps he took through the door were some of the hardest in his life. His surreptitious glance back resulted in seeing Mr. Stark bowed and facing away from him. The frightened look crossing over his face before hardly seemed to matter in the face of those words. It told Peter all he needed to know. Peter wasn’t wanted. Who wanted to look after a confused teenager? His time there was over.

Or so, he thought.

Months and months passed and now Friday was on the other end like nothing happened. Was there an option besides declining?

He would have thought Friday didn’t know what happened but that was impossible. They knew basically everything that happened in the Tower. It could be some misplaced urge to help Peter. It didn’t make sense. Despite their reassurances, he couldn’t help but worry something was the matter and despite his caution, Peter was curious.

Still, he repeated the two words again. They sounded more like a plea than a decision.

“What you are saying is you won’t not that you can’t. I know you only have one job and the owner has already given permission. I’m asking with sincerity. I need your help…. We need your help.”

Peter took his time to exhale. He stared at the phone in his hands, tracing Friday’s number with his eyes.

He thought of all the reasons not to go back. But the latest realization barged forward. It was with surprising ease that Peter thought about all the help Mr. Stark had thrown his way. All of the encouragement and kindness he showed without Peter even understanding what was happening.

The question wasn’t if he wanted to go back. He would always want to go back. The Tower in a way had grown to be his home. A safe space he never felt drained from after being there. No one expected anything more than Peter could give and the peace of working there, flexing his mind and being with people who understood him was intoxicating.

He could admit to himself he wanted to say yes without thinking despite every reason to say no. He had to be cautious about this, he decided. Peter had to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt like before. That no one would get hurt.

“Friday, you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

Only when he knew could Peter go back. Only then would Peter step foot in the Tower again.

Enjoy!

Next Chapter Twenty:

#peter parker #irondad #peter parker fanfic #irondad fanfic #ao3 #Shy Peter #the supplejack

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badboy-mysweetboy · 4 years

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One Dangerous Stiff

Eric Coulter× fem reader

Ok..... Hear me out. Thus dude is just mighty fine and he could shove me off a cliff and id smile🙃 enjoy btw this don't follow the plot bro.

Warning: Sad, swearing, cute ending, badass reader

Random tags: @missmarrinette @pindragon @ericcoulterdauntlessdivergent @ericcoultergirl9499

"So who's it gonna be?" Eric, one of the leaders asked eyeing the new recruits. "Me," I spoke up walking from the back of the group, his cold blue eyes bore into the side of my head as I presented in front of the group. "Is there water? Or a net?" A boy behind me asks, approaching the ledge and turning to the group with a smirk.

Eric's eyebrow raises at the movement. "Boy, I sure hope not." Rasing my fingers in a gun motion to under my chin, pulling the trigger. Lifting my weight from me, the wind throwing my h/c flowing above me as the ledge above me got smaller and smaller. The darkness around it grew to tuck my arms under my head and crossing my legs as if I was on a couch, watching the game. Then my weight was caught in a net.

Landing, my weight shifted as I looked over at a familiar face. "Y/n?" His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Oh look my least favorite number, how long has it been 7 years? I can't remember." Getting off the net walking away as Four sent up a whistle and another came down. Beatrice, from my old, shitty faction. Abnegation.

As he pulled the net down, their eyes met and never let go. Making gagging noises they caught on before another was sent down. Four kept a gaze on me before Eric leaped down. He walked in front of the group once again as more teens walked in but in all black. Standing in the back I made mental note of the people that stood in front of me, finally meeting with a blue pair already looking at me. Eric's smirk grew into a... Smile. Bouncing my eyebrows, erupting a chuckle. Continuing his speech, my mind wandered to younger days.

"You can't catch me!" A laugh left his lips as my smaller frame tried to keep up. "Slow down!" My younger squeaky voice called out to him, running in between houses and crowds trying so desperately to just graze his skin. Before abruptly stopping being met with a chest, looking up I was met with a scary, familiar face. "Daddy? What's wro-" His hands.

Dug into my arms as he pulled me back to the box-like house, a pair of familiar eyes followed what happened. Screaming and kicking, my cheek stung as my head whipped to the side meeting his eyes once more. "Help me! Big brother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"

Instead of a hero, I was met with a coward, him shaking his head.

But that wasn't new.

But was new was he never came back.

Never.

My body painted in splotches of dark shades, my memories even darker. Daddy.

He blamed me for mom, now brother. Brother never got hit, even though he made me so mad, I'm happy I can protect him from daddy.

I don't know where he went, he was only 9 and I was 7 but I hoped he was safe till 16.

"Follow me." Shaking my head I follow as he mapped out the place to me, "Badass" noticing the grunge military aesthetic. "You're a stiff?" A gruff voice from behind me, turning to see ice blue once again. "What? Happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny, but no I meant-" he started, smiling I winked. "I know what ya meant, just giving ya trouble." Chuckling he continued next to me as we were showed the bunking area, " change into new clothes, we burn your old ones in 5."

"Fucking finally" walking into the room while everyone else looked around. Stripping and diving into my new black ones, turning I caught the sight of a neck tattoo before it disappeared behind the wall.

Picking up my old gray clothes and gliding towards the bonfire already made. The heat made me smile. As Four went on and on about new beginnings I tossed my clothes in like it was trash while others held it dearly to their hearts.

"Get over it. It's not like you wanted to stay, throw it in the damn fire so we can move on." I grumbled before shadowing behind the crying group. Passing it. Training. Finally.

Fighting was the only thing I knew after that day with my brother. Relentlessly for 7 years. I built up my strength and got away from the man who hurt me day after day. "What do you got stiff?" A dude was mocking Tris, who was having trouble with throwing a punch. Approaching them and grabbing her hand and pulling her with me. Standing here in front of the bag next to mine, sighing before putting her in the most impactful stance. "Tension here" pointing to her abdomen, "not here" pointing at her stomach. "Weight here, then shift it as you swing" leading her on her back foot to her front. "Swivel your foot with it. Go, right hook it."

Swallowing, Tris did as told and landed a decent punch. Eyes widening she met my e/c eyes, "It didn't hurt." Going to my bag I responded, " because you're the one supposed to give damage not receive-" throwing a hooked punch, "now keep going it hurts less more ya do it, rookie." As my fists met the leather images from childhood flashed in my mind, faces, voices. Every memory leads to a harder punch.

"Y/n and Al, ring now." Eric's cold voice boomed over the cement room, turning to the ring a boy stepped in. Smirking I went in between the ropes and cracked my knuckles. "I can't hit her, Can I fight a guy?" Al asked looking me up and down, Eric's face went from his normal bitch face to disgust. "Really? Just fight her, she has over double your score. Go!" At his command All slowly approaches, scanning his stance I could tell his core was his main focus of strength. Sighing as his fist flew passed my head, grabbing his arm and launched my foot into his side earning a yell of pain. Before twisting the now dislodged shoulder so his arm was behind his back. Laying on the floor at my will, I sat on his back holding the position as I fake checked my nails. "I'm thinking safe word fellas, how bout pork and beans?"

The boy was groaning in pain when he and Eric in unison, "What?"

"I don't know I saw it in a movie. Now, Al, I want you to repeat after me. Four is the worst number." His eyes met mine, "I can't say that."

Pulling his arm farther and farther as he screamed and the group grew as Four and Eric watched me whisper in his ear. "Say It! Or else..." Pulling his arm he yelped, "Four is the... Worse number. Now please." Sighing thinking about it for a second, "I guess so." Getting up and jump out of the ring. Watching Four as his eyes connected to his shoes, walking to the knifes section. Practice, yes I was like a perfected machine but all I knew was to fight.

That's all I've ever known.

Throwing the heavy but not too heavy weapons, the figure of the tall man came back. Making the knives go further... Faster. Until I reached down and no knives were found. Looking up, Eric was holding the box. "Dinner was called 25 minutes ago. You need to eat."

"Why do you care if I eat? You have 45 new robots to program that is eating. I don't eat dinner. Not when I can be here." Never breaking the gaze as my hand refilled with serrated steel, he grabbed my wrist with the blades. " because I like you. And I don't like people, and you're easily the best fighter here. So shower and I hope I see you in the cafeteria, or I'll come lookin" He smirked at the end, "Is that a threat or a promise Eric?" Smirking stepping forward being so close I could feel the hot breath fan over my skin. Glancing between his icy blue eyes and his pink lips I lean in a bit closer dropping the knives in the box, "I guess we'll see then?" Backing away before swaying my hips all the way to the bunks, finding the showers. Peeling the grimy clothes off my body and stepping into the icy water. The colder the better, cleaning the sweat off my skin. I turned the water off and drying off and putting on my bra and underwear.

Walking passed the mirrors I stop in my tracks. I've never seen my self as a whole, damn I'm ugly. Glancing over the scars and abs carved into my skin. Placing the tank and jeans on over the marks, I swiftly make my way to my bunk. Pulling on my boots I hear boots hit the floor growing nearer, “I thought you may have gotten the hint by now but here you are.” Turning and seeing Four, “How’d you know it was me, Y/n?”

“Because you’re heavy-footed, and you lead with your left foot instead of the average right. Now please excuse me, I’m hungry.” Walking passed him before I felt his hand around my wrist. Stopping in my tracks he let out a heavy breath. “Y/n I’m sorry-”

Yanking my wrist out of his grip with a cold glare, “No you’re not. You left me alone with that monster for 7 years.

Not 7 minutes,

Not 7 hours.

Not 7 days.

7 YEARS! Catch my drift you ugly bastard? Even though you ran away every time he decided to punish someone, you’d come back. But at least you came back-oh wait. You didn’t. And really the name Four? Do you really hate me that much? We both know, that’s the time dad got home every day. Leave me alone, Good-Bye Tobias.”

The cold glare I gave him could kill, another pair of boots could be heard but my eyes never left his. “You were supposed to be my big brother.” In a small whisper left my lips before turning back to the cafeteria. Eric stood at the end of the hallway with a curious look written on his face. “Come on Y/n, I am.” Tobias’s voice echoed, not even turning to meet his gaze. “You lost that title, You haven’t been in a long time. Do what you’re good at. Disappear, Tobias.” Before continuing to Eric as we made our way back.

“Don’t mean to pry but. Tobias? What is he to you?” Eric asked as we sat with our food in front of us. Sitting criss-cross on the bench I look over, “Tobias- I mean Four grew up together. But you would collect that since you heard our argument.” Giving a small smirk at the end taking a swig of water from my cup, he chuckled placing some of the ripped up biscuit into his mouth. “Sorry bout that, but like I said I was gonna come to look for ya. So you’re old friends?”

Finishing the food in my mouth I answered, “Well not exactly a friend. A friend you can rip off like a bandaid, painful but gone. Nope. To- Four was like cancer, you can’t get rid of it. Somehow, he comes back. But I thought he was gone for good. Shows how much I know.” I chuckle coldly eating a bit more, we sat in short silence. I could see the gears turning. Before the girl from before sat down next to me, a- Tris was her name. “Can I help you?” I ask before plopping food into my mouth, she tugged at her long black sleeves. “I wanted to thank you for earlier, he was being a jerk. And teaching me how to...” She mumbled off, “Throwing a hook? No problem Rookie. Now if ya please, go back to your chair before Four thinks he can sit over here.” I grumble the last part, letting out a heavy sigh when Four plops down across from me.

Standing from the table I turn and go up the stairs the second Four sat. Clenching my jaw I quickly make my way up the stairs and to the roof, slamming the door shut and grumbling. “Who the fuck he think he is? Walking in like he fucking did nothing? God, I wish I didn’t love him!” I rant sitting on the ledge letting my feet dangle.

“You love Four?” I heard an angry voice from the doorway, his chest puffed up. Looking over at Eric, “Trust me, not the way you think. Come. Pop a squat.” I pat the cement next to me, he was at my side within seconds. “Then how do you love Tobias?”

I gulped looking longing at the bright lights against the dark sky, “Tobias is- was my big brother. We had a rough childhood. My dad was an ass, and when my mom ran away he lost it. He took out that rage on me because Tobias ran into the shadows. He left me 7 years ago, I was 7 at the time. I never knew where he went, or if he was alive. I fought to get things since dad was broke, hence to now sitting on a roof with a ruggedly handsome man explaining why I want to kill a number.” I chuckled at the end, Eric watched as I spoke about my childhood.

I don’t hide it. Because simply I don’t care about my childhood. I won't start crying because of it, not how I was built.

“Brother? So I have a chance?” He smiled, letting out a laugh I replied. “Yes. Yes, you do Eric.”

#eric coulter #eric coulter x reader #angst #fluff #UGH THIS BOY #divergent #divergent x reader

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pitter-pattering-ink · 4 years

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Stardust

She has many names. She is the Goddess of Galaxies, the Painter of Light, the Ruler of an abyss nobody with wits would explore. Sometimes, they change. Usually, they hold the same meaning.

But mostly, she’s the Mother of Stars. They are her children and she cares for them as such, keeping them bright when the sky turns dark.

She is the Mother of Stars, and she would do anything for her children.

- It’s not sudden, but it isn’t exactly slow either. It’s like falling asleep on a quick ride to the store and waking up ten minutes later when the groceries need taken inside. It’s blanking out before coming back. Losing memories but knowing there really wasn’t anything to loose anyway.

She opens her eyes- did she close them?- and everything is insanely bright. Wincing at the light she instantly closes them again, but then it’s insanely dark, and wait, has she ever blinked before? Her eyes instantly fly open again. She can only see when she squints, so she does just that, looking at the ground. To her surprise, there’s a woman sitting beside her… feet?

The woman looks at her expectantly. After a moment of eye contact she raises an eyebrow and holds out a cup. A few beats go by.

“W-what?” The goddess stutters, swallowing. Her throat is so dry. When was the last time she spoke?

The woman with hair short and gray looks mildly concerned. “I asked you if you had some spare change,” she says, gesturing to the sign next to her. Her eyes flicker over the words quickly.

‘Homeless and elderly. Please give what you can.’

Oh. So she’s human. That’s one question answered.

“Spare change…” Curiously, she reaches down into her pockets, because apparently she’s wearing clothes now too. In her hand appears a couple crisp dollar bills. Dropping them into the cup, it must be an awful lot too, because the woman’s eyes light up as she looks up in disbelief. Mind whirling, the goddess rushes to say something before the woman can ask questions. “I need somewhere to stay,” she explains. “I… don’t know this place well. Could you point me somewhere?”

The woman smiles and points down the street to the right. “Go right down there,” she instructs, “and when you reach the end of the sidewalk you turn right. There’s a hotel right down that road. You don’t have to have a reservation either.”

She does her best to give a grateful smile. “Thank you.” The woman shrugs.

“Anytime,” she says. “God bless.”

The goddess(?) pauses for a moment. “Maybe not,” she confirms, slowly. She nods to the woman with a sure look on her face. “But you have mine, at least.”

The woman looks confused, but in an hour it will rain, and not a drop will dare to dampen her clothes. Flowers will speed their growth where she sits and within a week roses will bloom between the cracks and crevices of sidewalk. People will look at her, and they will smile. People will laugh with her, and the clinking of coins against her cup will become background noise.

The Mother of Stars is not to be confused with Persephone or Aphrodite. She would never dare to claim control over the things they have made their own. But she is their cousin and they are all connected in a beautiful sort of way. War will not break out over the use of something as kind as a blessing.

She ends up booking the hotel for a week. The receptionist looks at her curiously when she pays with cash, but there’s an ID for someone who is apparently her in her pocket, so there aren’t many issues. She sleeps for the first time in- well, ever. It’s almost comforting, how dark it is behind her eyelids. It feels like home.

She doesn’t dream. She doesn’t think she wants to, either.

The next day it pours like no tomorrow. Buckets of rain splatter around, nobody leaving their houses. She uses this to her advantage.

Stepping out of the hotel doors, she’s immediately drenched head to toe. The rain doesn’t let up and she finds herself walking through a thin layer of water that splashes with every step she takes. She isn’t sure where she’s going exactly, but she doesn’t stop.

“Rain,” she grunts through clacking teeth, “why am I here?”

The rain gets louder, and finally, the splashing against her shoulders begins to sound more like words. ‘You are here for something new,’ it whispers, nearly silent. ‘Something great.’

“And what exactly is that?” She snips. The rain pauses it’s splashing.

‘They told us not to tell you. It said things like these are best left learned than not.’ It continues to pelt down, cold and unforgiving. The human with the soul of a goddess nearly screams.

“Things like what?!” She yells, halting. Evenly, she asks, “Who exactly told you not to tell me?”

‘The ocean,’ the rain says. ‘The universe told it and it told us. We are merely one in the same, you know.’

She breathes in through her nose. “Yes, of course I know. Why couldn’t the universe just tell me this itself? We aren’t exactly strangers.”

The rain does not respond. To her horror, it leaves, light bleeding through the clouds. ‘Sorry. We should not say anything more.’ “Rain!” She cries. “Don’t you dare leave me like this!”

The sky clears and the drops stop falling. Like magic, the flooded water that was up to her toes begins to clear through the street drains.

“Fine,” she spits. “Have it your way.”

She spends most of her time walking. It helps her think straight.

She is surprised, however, by how many people she finds sitting on the ground, blankets put down for comfort. There are so many.

Whenever she passes one by her pockets grow heavy with coins. They clang against their cups to make such an ugly sound, but the people behind it give her smiles so big it’s as if she has sounded church bells.

“I have nowhere else to use it,” she assures them. “Keep it. Please.”

Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t. She learns to walk the balance between “I can’t take this” and “Thank you” very, very quickly.

The old yet young goddess stands at the beach’s shore and looks out along the horizon. Seagulls fly overhead in a ten-foot halo- she’s here she’s here she’s here- but don’t dare land. Daylight settles on her shoulders yet she feels nothing but cold. “Ocean,” she starts, soft. “Can you hear me?”

The ocean does not say anything directly. But the seagulls quiet, one by one leaving the circle and flying in a new direction. They caw as they go- speak speak speak- and at the notion she takes a deep breath in. “Ocean, I come with the request for you to take me back to the sky. I am afraid something horrible has happened and I grow wary of every passing moment in which my stars are left with nobody to care for them. As your ruler I kindly demand you help return me to my rightful place among the galaxies I have painted and the stars I have nurtured. It is what needs to be done.”

Waves shift around her feet. Finally, the ocean speaks. ‘Tell me. Are you aware of what the universe has said? What the universe wants for you?’

She hesitates for a moment. “I…” clearing her throat, she tries her best to stay calm and collected. “Yes, I suppose I do.”

‘Then you know,’ the ocean says, smooth, ‘That we will be helping with no such matters. Apologies, Mother, but we are not ones to go against the rules of the universe. Let alone for someone like yourself- no offense, but you hold no power over us, child.’

Her hands turn to fists at her sides and she breathes in, shaky but deep through her nose. The waves lap at her feet curiously. When she finally opens her eyes the sun is setting and sand is biting at her ankles in angry gusts of wind.

“I am the Goddess of Galaxies,” she says, stern. Her eyes burn as hair flairs wildly around her head. “I am the Caretaker of Stars, the Painter of Skies, the Ruler of the Abyss nothing living dares to explore. And I demand you heed my orders!”

The ocean bubbles, waves growing bigger. In mere moments the water is up to her knees and she can’t see her own feet. She stands her ground. Eventually, the bubbles turn to giggles. “Silly thing,” the ocean laughs, “what a thought. Order around the ocean, you say? We are not one of yours, child. We are something else entirely. In our waves you will not find stars, within our reefs there is nothing quite like those galaxies of yours. We are our own, and we will not be ordered around by something that holds no respect for such things.”

“What’s an ocean to a galaxy?” She cries. “What is a cave to a hole, what is an abyss to yet another? I don’t understand why you won’t just listen to me! I am-”

“I would watch your tone with us.” The ocean cut off. Something shifts in the sand beneath her feet and jabs at the barely-calloused skin. She tries to bite her lip but a yelp escapes anyway, legs tensing. Blood that should not be her’s turns the water darker than before- a less-than-kind warning. “We may be water, that is true. But we are also sand, and our glass is not as comfortable.

The goddess breathes deep, closing her eyes again. She doesn’t open them this time. “I don’t know what to do,” she admits. “I’m… I’m scared, ocean.”

The ocean sighs, pulling back it’s tide till the water is only up to her ankles. ‘You have a purpose here, do you not?’ When she nods, it hums. ‘Figure that out first. I would imagine it’s your first step to getting home, correct?’

The goddess breathes through a choked-up throat. “Right,” she murmurs, trying to catch her breath. “Okay.”

She learns their stories. They talk so much when given the chance- she’s sure they aren’t often.

There’s a woman who was recently evicted because she had nothing to pay with. A man who couldn’t afford his dog’s bills. A teenager who was kicked out because they were not accepted as who they are. A couple who’s been recently disowned. They are all people with families or pets or only themself and they are all against the world. She gives them all she can. She gives them coins, she gives them food, she gives them advice- she even gives them hugs. But yet they ask for more.

“What’re you up to?” asks a woman with a crooked smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Where are you from?”

“Who are you?”

She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know.

A man has his daughter curled to his chest while he thanks her for her donation. The daughter asks what her favorite animal is and instant she says she likes dogs, the way the dog a block away wagged it’s tail when she gave it a treat still fresh in her mind. The man looks at her like she has two heads.

“She speaks Korean. Her mother always spoke it and it’s all she speaks in now.” He tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Who are you?”

She isn’t sure what to say, except to drop some coins against his blanket and speed-walk back to the hotel. She does dream that night. It isn’t pleasant. It’s questions without answers and accusations and ‘Who are you, who are you, who are you’ till she wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing shaky.

From across the room she looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is curly and wild around her head, skin lighter than usual. “Who am I?” She asks. The mirror doesn’t respond.

When the moon is full and the sky is dark, she asks, “Who am I?”

The lightning bugs land one by one on her fingers, glowing bright enough that she would have otherwise mistaken them for stars. ‘You are the Mother of Stars,’ they buzz. ‘You are the creator of galaxies, the painter of all that is light, the ruler of an abyss nobody has yet to explore.’

The woman once goddess now person chuckles bitterly. “Am I?” she questions. “What is a mother when all her children have long since been buried? A creator after their work has been lost throughout history? An explorer when their land has been taken over by those much stronger?” With anger mixing with adrenaline, she runs a hand through her hair. “What is a goddess when given a form so dreadfully human?”

The lightning bugs dim, but she doesn’t care. “So I ask you again. Who am I?”

The moon sets as the run rises. The lightning bugs leave.

There’s a woman crying on the street corner. Multiple trash bags filled to the brim surround her and something about her seems off. When the goddess wearing a human’s skin approaches her offering a tissue, everything spills over without her having to ask.

“I couldn’t stay with him anymore,” she sobs, nearly choking on her own tears. ��He wasn’t a good man. But- but the homeless shelter won’t take me. There aren’t enough rooms. So I just… I don’t know what to do anymore.” Her blood turns cold. Grass yellows beneath her feet. “They won’t take you why?”

The woman ends up leading her to the shelter. A man comes out with a bitter smile and a shrug. He gives them both a bottle of water, handing another tissue to the woman while avoiding Mother’s gaze.

“We just don’t have enough room,” he says, much too casual for her tastes. “There’s nothing we can do.”

“Then make more room.”

“We can’t just make more room!”

“Why not?” She knows why, though. Because her pockets have turned heavy and there’s the telltale sign of paper scraping against paper ringing in her ears. Before he can answer she reaches in and pulls the stack out, handing it to him a bit too roughly to seem kind. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Is that enough?” The man’s eyes snap up from the wad in his hands. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes seem glazed over.

Stumbling over his words, he says, “I… yes, it’s definitely a great start at the very least.” Surprised giggles tumble out of his mouth as he runs a hand through his hair. “I…” He looks at her then, eyes filled with questions and excitement. “Who are you?”

A beat passes. She breathes through her nose, before smiling and holding out a hand. He takes it quickly.

“I go by Mother.”

Eventually, she speaks to the universe itself. She sits on a hill with grass as soft as silk and hugs her knees to her chest. Neither speak for a long, long time.

To the surprise of all those who watch, the Mother of Stars begins to cry. The wind howls around her as she wipes away tears. “Did I do something wrong?” she asks, scared and alone. “Have I…. have I failed, universe?” And the universe cries. “No,” it whispers. “You have done wonderfully. This is no punishment, Mother. There is simply more for you to do now.” The wind helps her to her feet and the grass grows taller to hold her hand. “Your purpose is more vast than you know. Your stars have flourished and continue to shine. Now it is time to help what has since grown.”

The young yet old goddess sniffs, smiling. “I will never be able to understand your riddles,” she mutters. The universe laughs.

“I am sure you will understand in due time. Maybe it is simply the human in you.”

Suddenly, stars begin to shoot across the sky, bright and quick. They speak in unison, over and over. ‘Mother, we miss you. Mother, we hear you. Mother, we watch you. Mother, we love you.’. From her hilltop she watches as lights turn on and windows open. Children point and adults smile. It is not often that the universe cries.

“My children,” she breathes, raising a hand to the sky. If she focuses long enough she can feel them thread through her fingers. “My children.”

She leaves the hotel. The staff say they’re sad to see her go, but don’t seem all too bothered after they find tips of large sums scattered around her room. They name it, “The Room of Luck” in her honor. She finds it funny.

Construction begins quickly. With a bit of luck and a few blessings, the new homeless shelter is up and running within a month. It’s brand new and feels like a home. The woman cries when she shows her her bed. Familiar faces fill the halls and she wishes the best to those who never arrive. She hopes they’re okay.

“You’re no longer in a hurry to return,” the universe muses one night. “Why?”

The half-goddess shrugs. “This is important, is it not?” She asks, sure. She grows more hesitant after a moment. “They… the stars will be okay, will they not?” The universe smiles. “We are patient,” it says, simply.

A boy named Adam lives at the shelter and tells her about the stars every time they meet. He’s determined to stump her on his trivia. One day, he says, “We’re all made of stardust. Did you know what?”

She freezes for a moment. “What?”

He grins. “Stardust! All humans, we’re made of stardust.” He leans over the dinner table and gets right in her face. “Did I get you?”

It takes a few beats. But soon, she’s smiling, slow and sweet. Her eyes are misty. “Yeah,” she says, soft. “Of course you are.” She laughs a bit and ruffles his hair. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner.”

She has many names. She is the woman who founded the homeless shelter downtown, the girl with skin as dark as night who grants blessings to those who she likes. She’s the witch and she’s the angel and she’s something else entirely, they say.

But mostly, she’s the Mother of Stars. They are her children and she cares for them as such, keeping them bright when the sky turns dark.

She is the Mother of Stars. “And you,” she says, grinning, “are made of stardust.”

#prose #short story #writblr #stars #goddesses #this was posted on reedsy for a prompt! check them out :D #this was fun to write. i like making people ~angry~

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swatato · 4 years

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fat. FAT. P H A T RANT INCOMING FOR ANYONE WHO CARES TO READ THIS NONSENSE CUZ @haldidoodh ASKED

That episode literally blasted the last of my serotonin into smithereens but TBH??? WHO AM I MAD AT I should have seen this coming this whole volume has been such a headache. I cant be bothered to type up a coherent rwde essay on everything that bothered me this episode so im just gonna copy and paste my earlier yelling here instead ;A;

Team Rwby was god awful in episodes 11-12. They’re so self-righteous, entitled, hypocritical and cocky as a team and it doesnt help that they all suck as individual characters nowadays (except for weiss but even she lost best-girl points this episode also lmao blake and yang aren’t even INDIVIDUALS anymore they’re just bumbleby). It was annoying at first but now its just infuriating how rwby thinks theyre always right with their uwu energy and think they can do whatever tf they want with ZERO CONSEQUENCES.

Basically any time there is a problem in this show they have Ruby uwu at it and its solved lol.

They kept giving ironwood shit for taking on this incredible burden SO THAT NOBODY ELSE WOULD HAVE TO and rather than offer any real solution they just kept going “but mantle” like okay?? But remnant??? Like obvi letting mantle rot is bad but HE WAS OPEN TO ANY HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS CUZ HES OBVI AT HIS WITTS END AND DOESNT LIKE THE IDEA EITHER but yeah they just proceed to be the fattest hypocrites by hiding secrets of their own after being all “no more secrets uwu” and WHEN THEY GOT EXPOSED THEY JUST WENT “>:[“ (yangs self-righteous little glare here pissed me off so much oof) especially when ironwood was laying everything out in the open to them from the start. AND ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SECRET WAS FKIN “OH YEAH SALEM CANT DIE LOL” They watched ironwood make every decision he did in hopes of beating Salem while KNOWING she couldnt die??? So literallY WHERE do they get off on screeching at him with their yOu doNt hAvE to Suffer In ManTle YOu doNt kNow whAt iTs liKe bs. Wtf made ruby distrust iw at the start anyway? Because he had a bunch of ships out? They kept this CRUCIAL piece of information from him because he seemed stressed out?? Like what made ruby keep the secret from him. Someone tell me.

And the fact that rwby beat the ace-ops makes no goddamned sense. The power-scaling in this show is non-existant. We finally got to meet some pro huntsmen in this universe who aren’t teachers but are actually on the job, but because we gotta move out of the way for that 👌🏽✨ Power Of Friendship✨ and ✨rwby is always right✨ they somehow managed to beat experienced huntsmen with YEARS in the field who’ve actually graduated school??? FARM BOI OSCAR WHOS *JUST* LEARNING HOW TO FIGHT MANAGED TO LAND A PUNCH ON NEO FKIN POLITAN??? Didnt neo dance circles around yang??? Yang, who punches for a living and also beat mercury and adam??? I cant yall (and the fact that he didnt even bother to sneak up on her this boi literally screamed “no!!” as he ran down a hallway and neo didnt even have time to blink??? Pls)

Ruby’s “you were the best, until you trained us :3” -for maybe 2 days before my team went dancing ruby sis shut right tf up pls my god is this line just so. UNEARNED. Training in a room for a short while does not simply grant you the years of field experience the ace ops have and whAT IS UP WITH HER TRYING TO REASON WITH HARIETT AFTER SAYING THAT COCKY LINE AND FIGHTING HER??? WHAT and also like. The entire idea of “the ops lost cuz they weren’t good friends and were bad at teamwork uwu” is just so dumb. Ur telling me this group of high ranking hunstmen who’ve most likely been working together for at least a few years didnt have teamwork down??? Learning to work together is the most BASIC concept for a team to learn!! Its like the first thing a team has to perfect!! If the ace ops are supposed to be the best of atlas you dont think the ops would have gotten something as fundemental as teamwork down?? I dont buy it. And who gives a shit if they dont hang out after work or take selfies with eachother. Being friends doesnt necessarily mean theyre great at working together. If they succeed at relying on eachother to watch their backs, to keep each other alive (in the words of hariett herself) then Id think theyd know how to protect eachother i.e WORK TOGETHER.

And for all the ✨friendship✨ and ✨going through so much with someone✨ talk rwby like to do, the show barely displays these people acting like friends. We’re constantly TOLD how great of friends this group is, but the actual CONTENT we are shown leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me the last time ruby and blake teamed up in a fight. Or weiss and blake. Or yang and weiss. What teamwork?? Yang only interacts with blake now and weiss is only ever allowed to interact with ruby. Has blake ever said nora or ren’s name out loud? Have jaune and yang ever held a conversation between just them? Team rwby just spent a GOOD DEAL of time seperated from eachother, but when they reunite their teamwork is still somehow better than the ace ops?? Honestly its easier to believe that ruby is closer with team jnpr than she is her own team. If they showed the ops messing up during rwby vs ace ops fight due to lack of communication, then it still doesnt matter. My point is that they shouldnt have lacked teamwork in the first place.

Robyn was m e h this episode “JaMes ConTinUes to UnDeresTimAte Me” *proceeds to get knocked over in .3 seconds and is then KO for the rest of the episode* also great job for starting a fight and aiming to take clovers life in a moving airship with a terrorist on board when clover was acting PEACEFULLY and qrow was WILLING TO TALK IT OUT WITH IW and potentially work on a solution, but naw robyn is big mad and shall shoot.

Qrow made zero sense this episode too. I was with him right up until he chose TYRIAN OVER CLOVER??? THE PSYCOPATH WHO CANNOT BE REASONED WITH OVER THE RATIONAL DUDE YOU KNOW IS GOOD except clover wasnt acting rational in this fight at all and ill get to that AND IS THE ONLY FRIEND YOU HAVE WHOS NOT 19????? Qrow rly looked at tyrian- a man who is literally an enemy to all of remnant and went after ur neice- and said lets get rid of this punk together u and me bro. Like screw teaming with clover to bring down the dude you ACTUALLY have a grudge with whos also a serial killer and then trying to talk it out with clover whod be willing to do things peacefully why is this show like this

and AS FOR CLOVER. where were the braincells this episode. Qrow was trying to fight tyrian-the WAY bigger threat here, but clover??? kept knocking him away from tyrian and restraining him with his hook like??? YEAH LETS HELP OUT THE DEMON SCORPION CRACKHEAD HES CLEARLY NOT THE PRIORITY ATM nvm clover deserved to die there m8

His death scene was emotional and I feel bad for Qrow but u literally sealed his death when u ganged on him with tyrian so why are you even surprised. And on the subject of fairgame, im glad it didnt happen. Qrow was in no state for romance and I was glad he finally had a friend. He just spent the last volume thinking he wasted his life away helping oz, drowning in misery, drinking til he passed out on the street and so drunk he couldnt even be of any help during the apathy situation, when up til now hes been shown to fight just fine while drunk. I don’t see this as a “bury your gays trope” because clover was never confirmed to be gay and all their scenes added up to 40 seconds of platonic friendship. These two are grown ass men, if they had the hots for eachother then im pretty sure they could openly show it and not dance around it like theyre kids. I do feel bad for mlm viewers who were hoping for some rep with fairgame/lucky charms (cuz rt only cares if ur a cute marketable lesbian) but idc for the overly entitled fans who try to force their own headcanons on the writers and go feral when they dont get what they want. You dont just get to prance around claiming whats canon and what isnt. If rep is there then great, but if it isnt, then why not look somehwere else and let the author tell the story theyre trying to tell? Shipping fairgame cuz you think its cute is absolutely fine but not when u start getting ready to casterate crwby for not catering to you. Also, rwby sucks with lgbt+ rep anyway so what were yall expecting.

The only thing that was great this episode was the chorerography. It just sucks that the animation/choreo continues to improve while the writing doesnt. Another thing that really fell off this episode was the whole “we’re friends but we have to fight” drama. It doesnt work when its only ONE SIDE SHOWING ANY DISTRESS OVER IT. Only the ace ops (marrow, clover, the vine dude) seemed to show distress over having to fight rwby (it sucks that the only 1v1 weiss has won was because marrow was going EASY on her cuz he didnt wanna fight her fr) but rwby???? They didnt give any shits. They were so quick to turn against them and aim for their heads. They were SMILING as they ran at the ace ops, while they looked conflicted. If you oppose their UwU philosophy, you’re dead to them.

I really wanna enjoy RWBY but sometimes this show (and the fndm) really tests me. Its ironic how this episode came right after last episode, which I thought was the best chapter this volume. Anyway I rate this 10/10 cuz it gave me best character ironwood and best boi marrow and I would like to give them hugs for carrying this volume on their backs. (Also tyrian and penny and winter have been great too)

#oof just oof #and idegaf about cinder yall #lowkey hoping she gets all the maiden powers so she can finally beat rwby up and HUMBLE them a little #rwby #rwby vol 7 #rwde

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years

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hxh RESUME

back at it again w/the hxh, heres my recap of the last few eps

ok so i totally forgot to recap that one ep at the end of the hunter exam arc lets see what i remember from like 3 wks ago lollll

i thiiiiink i left off in the middle of ep 21 lol. i really dont remember much tbh so im gonna skim the ep to refresh

exposition time! its so wild that if you lose ur hunter card That It like u cant get another or retake the exam hgabjdfuhasjf Ls

also the fact that you can sell it is rlly interesting

leorio & kurapika backing up gon as he confronts illumi again :’) good lil family

illumi u fool. gon is a shounen protag. he can do anything he sets his mind to

the fact that gon thanks illumi for telling him where killua is....hes literally THAT polite like...what a perfect boy

hisoka just fuckgin stepping out of the shadows....ok bitch

the fact that gon fucked up illumis arm that bad with one hand....boi is STRONK

AUGH AUGH AUGHHHH HISOKA IS SO CREEPY AUGHHH I HATE THIS BIIIITCH

ok but like is illumi implying that hisoka is a fr p*do bc uhhhhh thats so nasty oh lord. pls stay away from gon, and killua, and like everyone as a matter of fact

EWWWWWWWWWW I HATE HISOKA HES SO NASTY. PLS STOP MAKING P*RNO FACES IN RELATION TO 12 YR OLD BOYS.

no but rlly what IS hisoka gonna do now. im assuming he’ll show up p soon (tho probs not in the zoldyc arc like i thought bc its shorter than i thought)

ok the fact that they have the internet is hilariously wild to me for some reason....it just seems like this would be one of those fantasy shounen worlds with very little tech (a la one piece) but lol nope we can just google shit hvbhjdhjdfks

gon: it was fun when you beat me up for 3 hours and broke my arm! seeya dude!

i love gon he is so chill and doesnt seem to hold grudges except when it really matters (like hisoka and illumi)

hanzo has.....ninja business cards....thats amazing hvbhsdjkujfnd

dont worry pokkle, leorio was basically carried thru the hunter exam by various people and also won by default. he still deserves his license tho

an exotic game hunter sounds pretty cool! i wonder if we’ll see pokkle again. kinda doubt it? that sounds pretty firmly non-combat based, and therefore probably pretty far from any plot lol

so gons dad is a bigshot huh.....whatever hed be a bigger deal if he didnt abandon his son tbh

gon swinging his feet on the bench....sooo cute

so ging could restore a bunch of ruins but he couldnt raise his son...ok

im just gonna be bitter at this guy for abandoning the most perfect boy vhbhjfbsjhdhbfsk sorry dude but being a good hunter doesnt make up for being a shit father

gon is so precious ;_;

WHAT WAS SATOTZ GONNA SAY TO GON???

why does it look like theyre googling things on MS paint

ah yes, padokea, on the continent of Africa But Sideways

idk if i talked abt it before but the world map is WILD lmao i love how its all the continents/landmasses scrambled around.....im super curious abt that weird island in the top center of the map, thats the only thing that immediately sticks out as not having a real life equivalent

the music in this show is so charming :’) i love the main theme sm

gon is sooo precious i literally cant get over it. and his hurry to rescue killua is so sweet....and i love how naturally charming/charismatic gon is....pretty much everyone he meets likes him, especially leorio and kurapika, who basically adopted him after knowing him for like a day, and continue to be completely taken by him

ok wtf is satotz & co talking abt......do they know something abt ging that they arent allowed to tell gon???? shouldnt gon have access to the same info now that hes a hunter? i need ANSWERS

i bet this whole thing abt the hunter exam not rlly being over is a metaphor abt the hunter exam NEVER truly ending bc youre always being tested, or st

ok the ED continues to be So Much like especially the last shot where the 4 main characters look like theyre posing for a JC Penny catalog while the singer goes FULL metal-screamo

ok ruth and i just rewatched the next two eps woohoo

i love that there are tourist busses that take people to the front gates so they can like pose for pics and stuff vhbhjafdsfkj and its like ‘ah yes here are where the local assassins live!’ thats so funny yet it makes so much sense

i love that leorio passed tf out during the bus ride. big big mood

gon is so cute...hes like ok yes i understand that we’re not supposed to go in but i think they can make an exception for me bc im very polite.

those 2 dudes r so ugly and so dead god bless

that bigass buster sword....sir please

ruth and i rlly thot that the old guard guy was gonna turn out to be grandpa zoldyk or st lol

the fact that the dog managed to eat All their flesh but left some clothes....skill

also the dog is named mike but it sounds like the guy is calling him miku hvbjdfssk

this cant be the first time some morons have been killed here likeeee

i cant believe nobody has visited the zoldyk estate in 20 years damn they all rlly b havin no friends. depressing

the whole gates thing is wild. also that part where gon gets the math wrong on the weight.....BIG mood kiddo

ok the part where gons on the phone w/the butler is soooo good oh man. i love how gon just calmly dials the phone again after hes hung up on the first time and then YELLS....and leorio and kurapikas faces r so good

also the butler guy unfortunately has a point, it isnt foolproof that gon is here Legit....but he IS let him see his tiny bf :(

as ruth pointed out, the butler guy is reminiscent of kuro from one piece. same vibes

maybe if leorio was jacked like he is in the manga/1999 anime he couldve opened the gate that first time around....Ls

god i love this shows approach to Everything so far,....as ruth put it, half the time its like ‘oh wow they should do [x]/i wish theyd do [x] but ofc they wont cause its a shounen’ but then they DO do [x] and its like damn thats dope

anyways i love how gon is increasingly approaching situations with his Plucky Shounen Protag Attitude in full swing, and he pretty much gets shot down every time. BUT his general determination to see killua bc killuas his FRIEND and hes gonna RESCUE HIM is still a good and pure motivating force

like here, when hes climbing over the wall and hes like whatever i dont wanna have to deal w/being tested thats bullshit, i wanna see killua, my intentions are pure, im gonna try my luck with the dog....i was like ok yeah he’ll get over and like tame or defeat the dog and the guard will be suitably impressed bc nobodys ever done That before, and then gon will continue on to get killua

but NOPE instead the guard calls him down and explains that gon Will Die if he tries that, and then the guard will die too for letting that happen. and gon is like oh shit my actions have consequences for people other than me, wow.

and THEN the guard takes them in to meet the dog. and hot DAMN that is a scary creature. not even really a dog tbh. they did an excellent job making the dog Legit Scary and not just like, big and flashy looking....those eyes are so soulless, and the proportions are freaky

and the guard says exactly what i was thinking - that gon would use his Country Boy Woodland Creature Skills to workaround the dog....but then the subversion - this creature is NOTHING like the woodland critters gon is probably used to dealing with. theres no way gon stood a chance here. the guard just saved him from a really unfortunate death

i love all the Super Heavy Stuff in the servant house that seems so inconvenient vbhjdkfasjfld. also forgot to mention earlier but the guard guy being Absolutely Ripped was wild and kinda funny

training montage! gon continues to be so cute. and i love so much how leorio and kurapika are like no, you rest, we’ll take care of this. good parents!!!!

and then!!!! they sync up and use the power of gay love to almost open the gate. but then gon uses the power of Improbable Shounen Protag Healing Speed to toss that arm sling off and help out

i feel like leorio was side-eyeing gon like w8 a sec u broke that arm like a few days ago that aint right.....

oh man i almost forgot abt that scene with the zoldyks torturing killua :( :( this poor kid he doesnt deserve that

also mom zoldyck seems truly awful but i must say her aesthetic does fuck. the victorian-lookin outfit paired with the futuristic cyclops visor thing....excellent. also im betting this face bandages are from killua cutting her face

this family is so fucked up hvbsjdhjfbakdfn

killua telling his mom that gon is definitely gonna make it there :’) hes got such unshakable faith in his bf thats so good.....

back w/the gang, and immediately they run into more trouble in the form of the young girl butler, whose name i dont know, but i love her....her design is SO good oh man. a non-caricature black person? who also isnt sexualized? in MY anime??????

i love how gons approach to conflict is currently ‘let more powerful person beat me up for hours straight in hopes that they get tired or something idk bro’ like....i love him lol, is it in an effort to show how determined he is? he doesnt even try to dodge her blows or get around her....id be tryin to hop that fence lol

oh shit the tiny zoldyk kid from earlier is spying on them....she was w/the mom so im sure thats not good

when he punches the rock part and it breaks....strong boiiii

oh man that little flashback from when killua first came back and told her that he made a friend ;_; bruh

i love butler girl :( she wants to let gon but knows it isnt allowed....and as soon as she starts to waver BAM here comes mom zoldyck JFC that was so sudden and jarring....im assuming butler girl isnt dead cause that would be lame and anticlimactic

also IS THAT NEN??? NEN>>>??? NEN??? HM? NEN?????????

im so annoying abt nen i need to make one of those ‘is this a pigeon?’ memes w/’is this nen?’ bc thats me anytime anything remotely weird happens lmao

i do think its rlly nen this time tho

anyways shit is wild, cant wait to meet the full zoldyck family

PREDICTION CORNER:

as i said above i doubt hisoka will show up now bc this arc is a lot shorter than i anticipated. also im doubting that illumis even gonna show up honestly

i think we’re gonna have this OP for a while, as the part just at the end shows gon and hisoka fighting in what looks to be an arena, and ik the next arc is the heavens arena arc, which im assuming is the tournament arc....

also i have no idea what that weird building in the OP is but my guess is that its the building w/the heavens arena in it bc its tall and,,,,heaven

i predict there wont be much fighting in this little arc bc how tf else is it so short. at this point i rlly think gon is just gonna grab killua and go lmao. im super curious abt how thats gonna go down, considering that killua is currently strung up just bc he wont apologize...so i cant imagine his family would just let him leave w/gon. i wonder if killua will fight them, or if gons determination will impress them and then theyll let killua go (doubt it)

thats basically it....we’ll see abt the next few eps holla

#lj watches hxh #hxh #woohoo continuation

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teamvnla · 4 years

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Cutscene ; MKRL meets COAL

Jae nearly fell back from the weight of both Silverlight holstered on his back and the rabbit Faunus throwing herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her taking a step back as he managed not to fall over.

The other quickly caught up with Lye, Cinnamon looked frantically between the girl and Van for some kind of explanation.

Van felt same bitterness from when they had first seen Nava again, crawling up the back of his throat. A stark contrast to the cheerful aura from Lye and Jae.

"What are you doing here?" She asked pulling away from the embrace.

"I assume for the same reason you are." He responded gaze glancing away from Lye to the others around them.

"Mind introducing us to your little friend here?" Leo spoke up, cocking his head to the side as he looked over the four new faces.

"Lye and Van Marigold...." Opal muttered to herself, her gaze rolling over the twins. Her comment almost went unnoticed, almost. Van's eyes flicked to the women, he didn't recognize her yet she recognized them.

"This is Lye, we were on the same team at Beacon." Jae looked to Van. "And that is Van, he was our team leader." There was a tentive pause. "Its good to see you're well."

"Wish I could say the same." The response was blunt surprising Lye as well as Kash and Russ, there was an obvious tension as the pairs eyes met. Jae didn't appear to waver, almost as if he was expecting that reply.

Feeling the rising tension, Cinnamon spoke up. "Why don't we hurry to the briefing." Her ears shifted as she gestured for them to continue down the hall.

The two groups walked some of the tension dissipating as idle introductions were exchanged between the group, mainly through Lye, Jae, and Cherry.

"I thought there was only one group scheduled for the day." Slate commented not sparing a glance at Cinnamon.

"Well..." Cinnamon began, but paused trying to figure out an explanation.

"No need to worry, all our paperwork is in order and has already been handled through Cinnamon. Shes a pretty hard worker if you ask me." Van answer for her, patting her shoulder casually.

"Ri-right, I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time."

Slate gave a small hum in response, he knew how bad of a last she was, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene he made the choice to trust her.

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The meeting room was just as ornate as the rest of the building. Both groups opted to stand at opposite sides of the table, Leo stood back leaning against the wall. A work habit, it gave him the best view of the whole room and everyone in it.

"All the information from todays briefing will be sent to your scrolls upon them being set on the table." Slate mentioned, giving them a moment to do so before beginning the presentation.

There was a general overview of the sequence of event from the gala to the attack. The victims missing and access to any of the cameras around the estate. They went over the main pieces of footage.

Both Russet and Kashmere felt a sense of confusion wash over them upon seeing an array of White Fang mask. It's not like there had never been missions like what happened that night, but something didn't sit right. It felt off.

After the presentation the group were led to different areas that were shown in the footage they had reviewed.

As they were looking around the main ballroom, Jae noticed that they were down one rabbit Faunus. He quickly slipped out of the room just in time to see a flash of white slip around the corner, he followed after making an effort to remain quiet. Peeking around a corner he watched as Van slipped outside onto a balcony. He moved the curtain in time to see Van pick something up from the ground and slip it into his pocket.

"What was that?" Jae asked opening the door to the balcony.

"What was what?" Van responded turning to him casually.

"You put it into your pocket." He shifted as Van tried to step past him.

"A pebble, you satisfied?"

I"With the current situation, I'm not."

"What, you think that because the White Fang might be involved that I'm somehow involved in this? That I'm running amok crashing some uppercrust party?"

Jae pursed his lips, not because of Van sharp tone, but because that is what he was thinking. He didn't want to admit it, but upon seeing the White Fang was involved and Van's sudden appearance caused the thought the surface in his head.

"Show me." He stood his ground, not wavering under the piercing gaze of the rabbit.

"What's happening here?" Cherry voice came from behind Jae as the rest of the group caught up with them.

"He slipped off." Jae responded not breaking his gaze from Van. "I wanted to see why."

"Van? What is it?" Lye's brows quirked, maybe he had found something that could help.

With the gazes focused on him, Van sighed and pulled out the cigarette bud from his pocket. His cigarette from the night before.

Opal perked up. "That was on the balcony? There could still be traces of DNA left on it fr-" She was cut off as Van spoke up.

"No point, its not from any of the perpetrators."

"You don't mean..." Lye knew the cigarette looked familiar and she knew Nava didn't smoke and doubted to guest from last night smoked that brand.

"Its mine, I was here last night. Before you start pointing fingers, I left before all that shit went down." Van shoved his hands back in his pockets. "Check your cameras if you doubt me."

Russet opened the other door to the balcony stepping out along with Kash, he took a look around. His gaze shifted to Slate and Cinnamon faces that paled at the mention of cameras. "They can't." He commented, the groups attention shifting to him. "This balcony is a blind spot isn't it?"

"That would explain how this was missed, unless cracked panels are a Mistrali aesthetic." Kash pointed out tracing his finger over the crack in the wall, his finger caught something. Taking hold he pulled a piece of brunette hair from the crack. "Was this here last night?" He asked looking to Van.

"No, that's new." Van responded, still processing the new information of the balcony being a blindspot.

"She was taken from here, that's why there was no footage of her."

"We-we're still going through it, we ass-assumed you would find something when you went through it." Cinnamon explained, everything was happening so fast that she could hardly keep track.

"Send me the list of the estates blind spots immediately, that is critical information." Opal order as Slate quickly pulled out his tablet to do so.

"Satisfied?" Van spoke directly to Jae, shoulder checking him as he walked past into the hall.

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The rest of the walkthrough went rather calmly, despite the underlying tension. There was far less chatter compared to when the two groups first met. The groups were led to a back exit to avoid and unwanted attention bu leaving through the front.

"We will provide any other information as we receive it, if you have any other question please feel free to contact me at any time." Slate informed with a polite bow, very formal and straightforward as expected.

Cinnamon gave a bit of a strained smile to the younger of the two groups, paired with a small nod. She didn't say anything, the four Faunus seemed to understand what she meant.

The two groups began to walk drifting their sepparate ways, until Leo halted suddenly his attention having been occupied by something on his scroll.

"Y'know you kids shouldn't be meddlin' with adult business." He commented turning to the group of young hunters, he held up his scroll which displayed Van's student ID.

"They offer jobs like this to fourth years, we're practically about to graduate." Van replied a lazy smirk cross his lips as he turned to face the older man.

"Theres no information on your other friends."

"Students records can't be transferred across continents right now, we go to Shade."

"Yet yours and your sisters came up no problem."

"Says Beacon? Old records my guess."

"So if I were to bring this to light you have no worries?" He pressed with a slight tilt of his head.

"Nothing to worry about."

"You bluff well, but..."

"But?" He repeated maintaining his confidence.

"She doesn't." Despite there only being one person Leo could be talking about Van's gaze follows where hes pointing to the paled expression on his sisters face.

"Leo, leave the kids alone."

"Hey, I'm trying to help us out here. Less competition, though you'd appreciate it."

"Or less competition and new allies." Tarragon spoke up from the back of the group.

"What?" Jae was audibly surprised, brows furrowed as she walked past him. She walked passed and brushed Leo to the side from where he was sizing up Van.

"Allies are always good to have, especially in something like this where information is limited. Theres a chance the White Fang could be involved or that those apart of it are being coaxed in it, but as you can see none of us are Faunus." She gestures behind her to Leo, Opal, and Jae.

"Ah so, you want to use us to get information?"

"No, not use. I'd actually like to partner up." She smiled, a genuine smile. Feeling his uneasiness she decided to continue. "I actually saw your teams work at the Vytal festival, I guess you could consider me a fan." She glanced over to Lye.

"If we were to partner with you, you would just let us help find Nava without reporting our situation?" Lye's ears began to lower towards her head, Tarragin felt very maternal that it made Lye comfortable and she didn't quite know if she should trust it or not.

"I can sign you lot off as my students, it's what I'm doing for Jae." Another pause. "I can do it right away if they will make you feel better." She offered her hand.

Everything Van was reading from her told him she wasn't lying to him, after so long of no one ever being so genuine with him he felt a bit thrown off. He looked over his shoulder to the others.

"We'll follow your lead." Russ stated as Kash gave a nod in agreement.

His gaze fell to Lye who had brought her hand up to grasp the top button of her blouse, she was trying to ground herself. The mention of the Vytal festival was the likely cause, she met Van's gaze and gave a nod.

"We're in your care then." He turned back to Tarragon and shook her hand, she had a much firmer hand shake than he expected.

#cutscene #🌿Weeping Willows🌿#[Muse;Van Marigold]#[Muse;Lye Marigold]#[Russet Bron]#[Kashmere]#[Muse;Jae Aryl]#[Cherry Tarragon]#[Opal Amas]#[Leo Cornell]

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