#octopus kiddo

[coralinnii]

Congratulations for 2.7k followers!!! For my request, I would like if you could write some sibling scenarios for the octatrio with a younger sibling who absolutely adores and looks up to them. They manage to visit NRC for some kind of event and the younger sibling just follows them around like a little puppy. Copying some of their mannerisms since they want to be just like their cool older brother. I just want to see some silly and fluffy platonic family moments with them, please. 〔´∇｀〕

❋ Big Brother! ❋

↳ Younger sibling!reader visiting him (+ extra Leech brothers birthday special)

feat: Azul ⭑ Floyd ⭑ Jade

genre: platonic fluff, humour

note: no pronouns used with the reader, younger sibling!reader but age is unspecified, established filial relationships, reader is heavily implied to be merfolk, nicknames are used (little octopus, little one, little eel, kiddo)

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Since Azul’s mother divorced fairly early in Azul’s life, I would imagine that you would be Azul’s half-sibling born from his mother and stepfather. That doesn’t mean that Azul loves you any less.

He worked hard not only for himself, but for his younger sibling. Azul wanted to be someone who you can look up to. Someone strong, smart, successful, and most of all, admirable.

And he did a great job, because you can’t imagine anyone more amazing than your big brother Zuzu.

You managed to convince your parents to let you join their visit to NRC during their VDC festival. Even if Azul wasn’t involved with the competition itself, you always wanted to visit your big brother’s restaurant.

Imagine the merman’s surprise when he felt a pair of small hands pull on the edges of his coat. Your bright smile was brimming with joy seeing your brother get frazzled over your visit.

As much Azul wanted to entertain you, this time of year was an opportune time for business. He offered to let you stay in his big comfy office until he could find time for you.

However you refused, choosing to follow him around. Something you learned from Azul was unrelenting stubbornness, after all. You were content with grabbing hold of Azul's large coat as he walked suspiciously slower than usual. Another thing you learned from your dear brother? An itching desire for a good deal.

Your lovable charm was a hit with the customers who watched as you waddled after Azul, not quite used to feet yet. Nearby customers held in squeals as you wrapped yourself in your brother’s coat, watching Azul and mimicking the smiles and hand gestures that your brother was fond of, even pushing up the glasses you begged your parents to buy you, regardless if you needed them or not.

Enchanted, some of the customers requested a commemorative picture with you, which is where you took Azul’s skills for your practice.

“Hmm…if you buy Zuzu’s yummy drink, then I’ll take a picture. With a contract!”

With a poorly-made contract with messy ink splotches, you wore the biggest smile you could muster as you sent a thumbs-up to your brother, who couldn’t figure out if he should be absolutely flabbergasted or immensely proud.

“Naturally, I knew how adorable my baby octopus is. What kind of blind fool do you take me for?”

Floyd is the kind of brother where he loves you and protective of you but he’s still his mischievous self. Rather than being careful or responsible, Floyd is always happy to bring you to every shenanigan and adventure if you ask him nice enough. This made for some unforgettable memories (for better or for worse)

You learn so much from the spontaneous eel. For example, you learned that sharks can swim really fast when angry, but your big bro Floyd is faster, even when carrying you in his arms.

As teasing as he can be, you admired how strong and cool Floyd was, and was excited to hear stories about his life on land with Jade, especially about the stories of his new friends. You even have a notebook with pictures of specific sea creatures to keep track of the friends he made, because if your brother doesn’t bother with names, why should you? (terrible influence, he is)

Imagine your excitement when you had the chance to visit Floyd during one of his basketball games. You practiced all week walking with feet just so you could run like Floyd does across the court.

Unfortunately, the tall merman was in his less-cheerful moods during this particular game. Boredom quickly struck him mid-way into the game which caused confusion for the opposing team and great distress amongst the NRC Basketball players. Jamil was quick to call for a timeout as soon as he could as the team whispered and panicked over this predicament.

But the timeout gave you a perfect chance get your brother’s attention, waving your hands as you called out to the tall merman as Jade stood by you with a genuine smile. Your other brother was quite aware of the bond his two siblings have so he took the liberty of escorting you as you were sure to get lost on Sage’s Island.

“Floyd! Over here!” You yelled out in joy, wearing a jersey similar to your brother to show off your clear bias. But that wasn’t the only similarity you shared with the teal-haired menace.

Shimmering under the gymnasium’s lights, your earring clipped onto your right ear caught Floyd’s eyes immediately.

The day Floyd and Jade made their earrings from the scales of the sturgeon they fought, you cried when there wasn’t enough to make one for you to wear as well. You pouted and glared every time Floyd flaunted his accessory to you, but when you stopped reacting, he assumed that you'd gotten over it.

But holding onto your ear, the sturgeon scales of your earring was as dazzling as your proud grin.

“Look, Floyd! We all match!” Your smile rejuvenated Floyd’s mood, making the once-moody eel grin back. When did you get that? And how did you get it? Floyd’s mind was flooded with curious questions so he soon turned to his teammates with a sadistic smile.

“I’m gonna crush the competition today. I wanna wrap this up quick, so let’s get serious~”

And Floyd started to have fun again, at the expense of the poor visiting team. How unfortunate for them, but Floyd needed to finish the game so he could hang out with his precious family after all.

“Little eel, come with me. Your big bro is gonna show you something fun!”

As seen with his approach with Floyd, Jade is type to spoil his siblings. No matter how tall you get or how old you are, you are Jade’s precious little one, and Jade loves nothing more than to watch his cherished family have fun, regardless if nobody else is having fun in the process.

Jade is the cool older brother, someone who is calm and dependable. You always admired the way he could charm the masses with his suave words and gestures. In the sea or on land, no one is better than your brother (tied with Floyd)

No matter what anyone says, Jade is the kindest eel in the entire world. To the dismay of others, you started picking up little habits and hobbies of your idol. Your classmates were baffled by the odd terrarium filled with odd marine fungi and rocks you stole from the shores of the beach.

When the NRC’s annual Halloween event opened to the public, you were all too excited to see your brothers, especially Jade, to show off your small terrarium bowl. Once you and your family made it to the last day of the Halloween festival, you rushed to the room that your brothers were managing to greet them.

Unfortunately, you were unaware of the concerning issue of Magicam monsters the students were facing.

These rambunctious visitors, who cared little for anything, accidentally knocked you to the ground with your terrarium along with it. The glass bowl was broken into pieces, your hardwork spilling onto the once clean floor. The Magicam monsters offered nothing more than an insincere apology before immediately walking away, adding it wasn’t their fault they didn’t notice you.

Jade was passing by as he immediately recognized you at first glance. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, a rare look of distress on his face as he tried to dry your teary face. “Little one, what’s the matter?”

You sniffled as you tried to explain what transpired, how you excitedly rushed to find him to show him your terrarium you worked hard on, which was currently a mess on the alchemy room floor.

Oh my, the merman thought. This won’t do. As an older brother, Jade felt a responsibility to teach you a very important lesson. One’s deeds does not go unrepaid in turn

Floyd and Azul had to shush you as you, a true Leech, giggled watching the looks of fear painted on the poor unfortunate souls as they ran for their lives out from the alchemy room, away from Jade’s especially frightening surprise appearance.

All for the fun of Halloween, of course. Not because they dared to do wrong to Jade’s dear little eel.

“You would like to play with me today? Of course, I cannot think of a better way to spend the day.”

BONUS Floyd and Jade’s Birthday Special

“Happy birthday, big brothers!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing handfuls of confetti as high as you could to cover the pillars you call your siblings. The twins chuckled over your silliness, respectively giving their thanks.

“Thanks, kiddo!”

“Thank you, little one”

Smiling, you brought out another surprise. In your hidden hands, you held two small boxes, wrapped in ribbons matching the colors of your brothers’ dorm.

“Open them, quick!” Handing it over, your brothers obeyed your wishes. Afterall, you were the few in the world that the eels would willingly listen to.

Cradled carefully in cushioned cloth, a small keychain sat comfortably in the box. One for each brother, there was a glass sculpture of a moray eel attached to the keychain, one with a basketball by its side and the other with a cute mushroom.

Floyd and Jade stood in silence as they admired the gift, clearly made with them in mind. For the final surprise, you took out your phone where a matching keychain dangled from its case. However, your moray eel sculpture was decorated with two hearts, representing your brothers, next to it.

“I made it near the lava flows on the sea floors” you smiled brightly, hoping your brothers liked them. It was hard enough to try glass blowing but you had to find glass materials that work well underwater. But it was worth it. “I wanted to give you something to remind you of home. Where I’ll always be waiting for you two”

Needless to say, Floyd and Jade were satisfied with your gift. Even after you went home, Floyd was bragging about how adorable you were as he showed it off to everybody while Jade was suddenly pulling out his phone more than usual throughout the day, just to see your present every single time.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul fluff #twst jade fluff #twst Floyd fluff

[minimarvelh]

Do you have any sleepy irondad cuddles headcannons? the pet names are literally the cutest

OMG YES YES YES

I headcanon Tony calling Peter kid, kiddo around other people, but when they alone (or with Pepper) he calls him bubba, roo, spiderbaby, chipmunk (form Alvin and the chipmunks, I headcanon that Peter LOVES this cartoon and every month they are rewatching it and Tony finds some resemblance between Peter and Theodore (“honestly, Peter has characteristics all of them”) so Tony calls him chipmunk)

Most of the time Peter calls Tony “Mr.Stark” despite how close they are, but when he is sleepy he slips and calls him dad.

If Peter falls asleep on the couch, Tony carries him into his room.

If Peter has nightmares, he comes into Tony’s and Pepper’s bedroom and sleeps with them.

Peter is like a small octopus and always sleeps literally on Tony, compressing him and making it hard for the man to breathe (what we do for our kids)

Pepper always laughs and makes a tons of pictures of them.

Peter is really affectionate, but when he is sleepy he is 1000% more affectionate and always wants as much physical contact as possible.

One of the first times when they cuddled on the couch, Tony discovered if Peter feels comfortable and safe he purrs.

Peter is a big spoon (he is an octopus and a spider, of course he is a big spoon)

that’s only some of them!! (sorry for responding so late😭😭)

I hope you are having an amazing day!!

#irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #spiderman #ao3 fanfic #irondad spiderson #spiderson headcanon #ao3 #marvel #mcu marvel avengers #ironman

[itsabouttimex2]

saw the notifs that you posted and came running.. IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW CYOA LETS GOODJJRF Primal Moon was so good too!! rlly enjoyed the way Wu kong had that sort of forcefulness to him,, much love and i cant wait to see your next post!!❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh thank you so much! I hope everyone will like the CYOA- I’ve been plotting things out for a while now, and I’m super excited for it too!

And I’ve been working on Primal Moon for a long time now, so I’m really, really happy to finally get a fic of it out!

Wukong is one of the more demanding, pushy demons during the verdant lunar cycle. He’s been alone in the wilderness with his monkeys for a long time- he’s super excited to have a troop! Wukong wants to cuddle! He wants to groom! He wants to share his food! He wants group naps and shared nests!

It just so happens that this swell of love-seeking behavior comes with a severe loss of inhibitions that he’s never taught himself not to indulge in. And although he’s pretty reasonable in spite of all this… he’s still willing to severely crack down on any intentional disobedience within his ‘troop’.

Macaque is a loner, and he gets along just fine by himself- so the instincts that get brought to the fore are much less severe than Wukong’s. But he still has them, no matter how much he’d like to pretend otherwise. There’s a lot of embarrassment involved in these weeks for him, accepting and giving affection without even realizing it. One moment Macaque is trying to distract himself by reading, the very next he’s snuggled up to you/Wukong/MK, whining for scritches and pats. By the time the time he’s realized what’s happened, he’s already purring on his back, his tail sweeping back and forth in glee.

Poor, poor MK. This kiddo is going to despise himself when all is said and done. After a lifetime spent unaware of his true nature, the first Primal Moon he endures absolutely destroys him.

Usually people have a lot of time spent preparing for this event- even babies and toddlers are affected by the moon, so people can grow accustomed early. As you grow older and stronger you can resist the animalistic urges that rise inside, and some demons/celestials can even suppress their instincts almost entirely- with training and practice.

And guess who hasn’t had so much as even a day to prepare?

So MK goes from gold-hearted goofball to a damn near abuser, beating and pushing and throwing you around because his mind and body are genuinely brand new to this- he doesn’t know what else to do! He doesn’t have the years of acclimation that his friend and family have, the coping mechanism that they’ve learned to employ. And at the end of the week, the viridescence in the skies dies away entirely, leaving him free to see the entirety of what he’s done to you.

And he’s going to hate himself for it.

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Also I had to do a lot of research on animal behaviors for this AU- fun, because it’s my special interest- not fun, because animals are incredibly awful little things who sometimes engage in awful behaviors!

Like, male pigs engage in so much baby-killing. Just so very much. Very little in the way of parental/familial instincts. And unless I base him around an octopus, what am I going to do for Sandy? He’s a river demon- what instincts does fish even have?

#Time Talks #Primal Moon #Yandere Sun Wukong #Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #Macaque #Yandere MK #MK

[piedpiperart]

You Could Know Me pt 3

Chapter 2

Peter comes to with a gasp, sweaty and panicking as he lurches to the side to cough out whatever he swallowed in that horrible sea of green. His breathing is ragged, feeling like electricity burning through his body and ringing in his ears. Peter barely feels the hand rubbing circles onto his back or the other holding him up gently, leaning him away from where he’d puked. He groans, gasping for breath as he tries to get his body to cooperate.

Blinking the spots away from his vision, Peter opens his eyes to see a room he’d never been in before. His ears stop ringing in time with his spidey sense enough for him to hear someone talking to him. Something like “It’s okay,”he catches and thinks he recognizes the deep voice. 

“Strange?” Peter croaks, going along with the hands that push him to sit up in what feels like a bed. He hears a huff of air closer than he expected and blinks until he catches sight of black and white hair. 

“Yeah kid, it’s pretty strange,”The guy says and… that’s not Dr. Strange, Peter thinks. He’s younger than Stephen. Not that Stephen is old, Peter amends, hoping the wizard isn’t reading his mind or anything. But both of them are definitely older than Peter. “You’re doing good, just take a moment to breathe, okay?”

Peter hums, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths. He sort of felt like how he did the night he got bit by that spider. “What happ’ned?” Peter rasps, opening his eyes again to look at the guy with him. He feels a bit better, but for some reason the thoughts aren’t connecting. His spidey sense isn’t freaking out much anymore, and Peter feels like he’ll be safe with the stranger. 

The guy pauses before saying,”What do you remember, kiddo?”

And Peter has to close his eyes again to think. He remembers Dr. Strange. Stephen. He was… there was the sand guy, the crocodile man, octopus iron man, and electricity guy. But… Aunt May. Peter makes a whimpered sound before he can stop it,”A’nt May,”He frowns, bringing his hand to his eyes as his face heats up with tears. His head hurts. 

Peter feels the guy hold him close in what might be a hug, but Peter’s too out of it to think. His aunt is gone. She was… the last family member he had. Now he’s all alone. Is Dr. Strange gone too? Did Peter somehow cause him to leave like everyone else in his life? After his parents, uncle Ben, Mr. Stark, Mr. Beck, Aunt May… 

 But… Peter pulls away from the hug to look at the guy with him and he goes back easily. Peters on a mattress on the floor with a few blankets around him. They’re both sitting up against the wall, Jason bracketing him in to make sure he doesn’t fall off. “Who’re you?”

The guy sighs,”I’m Jason. Do you remember how you got here?” He asks hesitantly, and Peter remembers the last spell, only… The green. The green was everywhere. He doesn’t remember anything after that.

“Green,”Peter whispers, hugging himself tighter, careful not to dig too hard into his skin with his super strength. “I- there was green an- and I couldn’t breathe-”

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay now,”Jason soothes, but winces. “They put you in the Lazarus Pits.”

“What?”Peter looks over with wide eyes. He didn’t know what that meant. He was pretty sure Stephen’s spell went wrong somehow, but that didn’t explain the green water. Was Jason an alternate version of Strange? Peter squints, but no, Jason doesn’t seem familiar at all.

“I know,”Jason starts,”It’s not pleasant to remember. They uh, they put me in the pits before,”Jason gritted his teeth. He knew Ra’s had cameras everywhere, and would try to separate the two of them if he told Peter too much information. Jason was lucky enough to convince Ra’s to let him see the kid on the grounds of managing Lazarus' rage.“You seem to be handling it a lot better than I did though. I came out with a lot more anger issues.”

Peter looked at him bewildered, then looked to himself as if to see any signs of uncontrollable rage. Was he gonna turn into the Hulk, Peter wondered a bit hysterically. The only thing that felt different was the weird buzz of energy under his skin and the itchiness in his wrists. His teeth felt weird too, but he was trying not to think about it. 

“Look, it’s gonna be a rough time here, but I promise I’ll protect you however I can,”Jason says seriously, a sturdy hand gripping Peter’s shoulder. He has to resist leaning towards it for the way it grounds him. “I can’t tell you everything, but you need to know a few things about where you are. Keep your head down, do everything I tell you and avoid Ra’s if you can, got it?’

“What- why?” Peter croaked. He was starting to get a headache, and the lights in the room seemed too bright. Jason wasn’t setting off his spider-sense, but Peter could barely wrap his braid around what he was saying. “Where am I?”

Jason frowned, looking at Peter with something akin to concern. “You’re in the League of Assassins base, in Nanda Parbat,”He said, oblivious to the look of unrecognition on Peter’s face. “Listen, you’re gonna be trained here. It’s going to be rough but it’ll be worse if you don’t cooperate, understand?”

“Why? What do they want with me?”Peter rasped. He figured something must have gone really wrong with the spell if it ended with him being kidnapped by assassins. Was it some sort of recruitment thing? Kidnapping kids to make assassins, Peter pondered. He didn’t know how he’d escape this place, but he’d play it safe for now and follow Jason’s lead. 

“It’s not important,���Jason said, getting up. Peter squinted though the bright lights, looking over the man. Something was off, but he didn’t know what yet. “Come on, get dressed. It’s better to be prepared.”

Despite feeling overall like crap, Peter was glad to start moving, and had started feeling restless after just sitting for so long. Part of him wanted to climb the walls and hang out on the ceiling, but he shut those thoughts out. He wasn’t sure how safe it would be to reveal his powers in a place with assassins, and Jason might not take it well. He stood up easily enough, avoiding the puke from earlier with a wrinkle of his nose. 

“Feeling okay?” Jason asked, hovering close by. “No uncontrollable rage?” 

Peter snorted. “No, I’m okay. Just.. tingly?”

“Tingly?” Jason parrotted, resisting the urge to mother hen the kid. 

“Like I have a lot of energy, I guess. It’s hard to focus or stand still,”Peter explained, taking to pacing around the room. It was kind of small for two people, but he could see that it was more like a fancy jail cell.

“Alright, well, if you feel any different let me know,”Jason added.

Peter nodded, choosing to trust Jason for now. He got up on shaky legs and Jason handed him a pile of black clothes. They looked similar to the ones Jason was wearing, and Peter was pretty sure it was some sort of assassin uniform.  Looking around the room, he could see that it was pretty bare, nothing to use as a weapon either, he noted. Jason guided Peter and his shaky limbs to the adjoined bathroom to change, where he tried to stave back the panic attack. 

Feeling the building headache, Peter turned the light off, seeing that there was still enough light for him to see in the dim room. He got dressed shakily, but as he got dressed he started feeling better. By the time he was done Peter felt as good as normal, not mentioning the building dread inside his chest at being kidnapped by assassins or the overwhelming grief of his friends and family. 

Peter hoped that the spell had taken him to some Assassin base on earth, but he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t recognized wherever Nanda Parbat was, and he’d never seen anything like the green Lazarus waters. His top theories were that he was transported to another planet or another dimension. Given Jason’s appearance and Jersey accent, he figured it might be another dimension, or he was still on his earth. Hopefully that meant Peter could find some way back to MJ and Ned. 

Now dressed, Peter exited the bathroom feeling a bit better. He’d taken a drink in the sink and that helped the gross taste in his mouth. Peter turned to face Jason, who was pacing the room. He turned to Peter, shoulders relaxing in relief at the sight of him. “Ready?”

“Yeah,”Peter frowned,”What’s going on?” 

“I don’t know yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Ra’s wants a meeting,”Jason drawled, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why are you here?” Peter blurted. Jason looked at him in surprise, but he continued.”You have a Jersey accent.”

Jason huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I’m from Gotham. You and I are kind of in the same position here, kiddo. Only I’m supposed to be your mentor.”

“Mentor, for assassins?” Peter clarified. “I don’t want to kill anybody.”

“You might not have a choice,”Jason sighed,”I’ll do what I can, but we might not be able to escape for a while. There’s a rescue team on our trail though, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Peter’s eyes widened at the revelation. He didn’t know where Gotham was but he was glad Jason wasn’t an assassin. “Escape? I can help.”

“Don’t worry about it kid,”Jason said, putting a hand over Peter’s shoulder. “You just try to stay calm. This place can be a nightmare.”

Peter was about to ask more questions when there was a harsh knock on the door. “Speaking of,”Jason muttered, and he gestured for Peter to follow him. Swallowing his dread, Peter shuffled after him.

Turns out there was, in fact, a ninja on the other side of the door. They said something in a language Peter didn’t recognize, but Jason seemed to know and led them down the hall to the left. He couldn’t tell where they were going, but the place felt humid and hot despite the building air conditioning, like they were near a desert. 

Peter could feel the dread building when they walked through these giant ornate doors and onto a ridiculously extravagant marble floor. He scanned the room, not surprised to see various ninjas milling about, but wary when he spotted the man atop a throne at the center of the room. He froze for a second, seeing similarities of the throned man to the Green Goblin, and quickly averted his eyes. 

The Parker Luck really had it in for him now, Peter thought. Especially if the head of these assassins is anything like Norman Osborn’s alter ego was. He couldn’t get those green, manic eyes out of his head. When the man on the throne started talking, Peter could barely hear him over the panic in his chest. 

Peter was brought out of his head by Jason’s hand on his shoulder, and he glanced over to the man next to him. The throne man was talking with Jason in that other language, but Peter felt himself drifting. He probably wouldn’t have understood what they were saying even if they were speaking english. Jason’s hand gripped his shoulder tighter, almost growling out a response. 

A few moments later, Peter was happy to follow Jason out of the throne room. He was still in a fog, barely able to feel Jason’s hand on his shoulder or his feet as they touched the ground. All he could think about was the green. Green Goblin. Green water. He was drowning, and no one could help him because everyone he loved was gone. 

Something blurred in front of his eyes, and Peter blinked a moment later. He felt his arms move and- oh, Jason was holding his hands. He wasn’t safe, he needed to get somewhere safe. He didn’t know where he was, or how he got here. Everything was blurry, everything green, and he wanted it to stop. His head was spinning and- was he sitting down? 

Peter blinked and Jason was seated next to him on the bed. His hands- Jason was still holding his hands and talking. He was talking. Why couldn’t he hear what Jason was saying? He felt a tap tap tap on his hand and looked over to see Jason tapping his fingers, one by one. Why- Peter blinked. He could feel the warmth of Jason’s hands, and the rhythmic tapping helped. 

“Can you take a deep breath for me kiddo?”Jason was saying and Peter realized he was on the brink of hyperventilating. He followed Jason’s exaggerated breathing as best he could, but he was still having trouble. 

“You’re okay, I promise. Honestly, I expected you to have a bit more of a freak out than that,”Jason rambled. “Usually when my eyes turn green like that I go into a rage.” 

“What?”Peter rasped. Were his eyes green? Why? Was it because of the water?”My eyes are brown,”He said, a little uncertainly.

“They’re green now,”Jason said softly. “Lazarus pits do that, make your eyes turn green. If you get angry or too emotional, sometimes they glow.”

“This sucks,”Peter breathed. He leaned over, putting his head in his hands. “Who was that guy? On the throne?”

“Ra’s? He’s the head of the assassins around here. Has control over the lazarus pits, and that makes him important,”Jason frowned. “If you can, avoid him. You spacing out during the meeting worked in your favor, and I was able to talk him into letting me stay with you for a few nights to adjust.”

“What does he want from me?” Peter groaned. If it was to recruit him as an assassin, he’d fight hard to get out of here. There was no way he’d kill someone, especially not on purpose. Which meant he had to hide his enhancements. If it got out, Ra’s would no doubt see it as an asset. 

“Ra’s wants another soldier,”Jason grimaced. He looked over to Peter, who glanced up at him with big hazel-green eyes. “I won’t lie to you, training will be tough. I’ll help you however I can, but I won’t be your only mentor.”

Peter decided, then and there that he wasn’t going to reveal his powers to anyone here, not even Jason. If anyone knew, Ra’s might go to greater lengths to keep Peter under control. He knew what happened to Bucky, and he would do whatever he could to keep that from happening. Peter would do anything to keep himself from killing anyone. 

Chapter 4 coming soon

#peter parker #peter parker dc #spider man #jason todd #lazarus pits

[krislin]

Monster Sides

A Sanders Sides Monster AU fic

Summary:

In a dark forest, some distance away from the capital, but right outside a small village, lived six individuals.

These six were seen as cursed, as monsters.

But those in the forest saw them as a part of nature, maybe even guardians.

These six were a close family, living together and helping each other.

Word Count: 4590

The land of the large kingdom was extraordinary. The meadows were a beautiful green, the skies a bright blue, and the weather was usually at its best. Gentle winds blew over. The grass and leaves dancing softly alongside it. The forests around in the kingdom were a significant source of materials for the city, towns, and villages. All from herbs, to food, and to wood could be gathered in these gatherings of flora.

But there was one forest in the kingdom that none dared to even approach. 

Next to a small village, a fair distance away from the capital of the kingdom, was a large, gloomy forest. Objectively, one would say it looked no different from any other forests in the territory of the kingdom, but for the people, it was a cursed and dangerous place.

After centuries of living next to that forest, people had come to learn to never step inside, or even close to it. It didn't even take long after the village was first established that they found out something dangerous resided in the darkness between the large, old trees. 

Or not just something.

Deep in the forest stood a large and old, almost run-down, mansion. But no human lived inside.

Or preferably said, no full human.

All the creatures belonging to the forest knew who they were, and what they were. But they all lived in harmony.

Because in the mansion lived six men. All hybrids that made them only half human.

Many would see them as monsters, but the fauna saw them as much of a part of nature as themselves. Maybe even more. The nature of the forest would sometimes even call them the guardians of their home.

Outside the mansion laid a small lake. Next to the lake was one of the six. The man had bright brown hair and round gray glasses on his face. As a silhouette, he would have the appearance of a normal human, but in the light, one would immediately take their words back. His skin was a slight shade of green, and clearly looking moist. The man smiled brightly as he skipped alongside the lake side. His leaps were longer and higher than possible for the normal human. 

Because this is Patton. The frog hybrid of the mansion.

Patton continued to hum and skip his way back towards the mansion. His beams were as bright as he was known for every time he saw an animal or a pretty plant close by. Even if he knew their domain well, it always made his day to see the forest in such a pretty state.

The sound of a hysterical cackle came from the trees next to him, but it didn't alert the man. Patton only smiled widely as he stopped to turn in the direction. "Remus! Back already?" he beamed as he waved towards the rustling bushes closing in.

Through the bushes stretched a dark green tentacles, placing itself on the ground to drag its core forwards. "Heya, Croakie!" the man, Remus, grinned when through the plants. The man had the upper body of a human with dark brown hair with a silver highlight on his bangs. But his lower body was of just dark green tentacles with black dots on the top. 

This is Remus. The octopus hybrid of the mansion.

"You should have seen those brats!" Remus told, laughing hysterically as he dragged his tentacles to approach the other. "They had the audacity to make a dare to approach our territory! But that just made the day so much better!" he laughed, as he held his right arm to the side. He held his hand open, and suddenly green sparkles sparkled over his palm, and his morning star fell into his hold. "It's been far too long since I got to play with the humans!"

"Now, now, kiddo. I know they're humans, but don't be too harsh on them. Especially if they were kids," Patton softly scolded the other. But even with his hands on his hips, there was still a slight amused smile on his face. Patton may ever be the optimist, friendly, and peaceful one, but even he had the disliking to the human species.

Snickers filled the air around them as Remus explained the humorous scene to Patton. They had never hurt any humans, unless necessary. They only wanted the selfish species to stay away from their territory and those residing in it; them, the animals, and all the plants.

The sound of wing beats reached them through the silent air, making the two turn to see the third of the six flying in for a landing. Patton beamed seeing the man, jumping high in joy as he landed. "Logan!" he beamed, leaping to immediately stand next to him. "Everyone's back early! This is great!"

This one is Logan. The owl hybrid of the mansion.

"Indeed," Logan answered, a tiny smile of joy visible. He tucked his dark brown feathered wings into his back, then turned to the octopus hybrid. "It would seem your scare has given us the boost for a peaceful day today."

"Of course!" Remus beamed at the praise hidden behind the sentence. A hand was proudly placed to his chest, his weapon disappearing with a green light. "But as much as I wished to play with them more, Hoarder and I have something to finish."

Logan's black hair blew to the passing wind as he narrowed his eyes at the other. "If this is that creation competition you are talking about, I do hope you tend to mend what you break and make sure he doesn't hoard more than he already has."

"Hey!" an offended yell came from the mansion. They all turned, and they all saw a man with red hair and red dragon wings and tail come flying over. "I am only keeping the necessary things in life in our home. Thank you very much!" The man landed down by the group, but he was mostly throwing Remus a glare, which earned a grin back.

This man is Roman. The dragon hybrid of the mansion.

A deep sigh left Logan, and Roman turned to the owl hybrid to see the man shaking his head. "The pile of unnecessary equipment and object in your hoarding room says otherwise, I believe." Logan turned his eyes to look at the dragon hybrid through his black glasses. The talons of his hand were raised to adjust the glasses properly back on his nose again. "But as long as it doesn't pile up outside that room, do as you please."

"Great!" Roman beamed, but shook his head and coughed into his fist of clawed hand. "I mean-. Like it will ever overfill. There's so much room left inside! I can still fly inside, you know!"

"Now, now, do not lie," another man's voice came from behind, a slight hiss in his speech. Everyone turned around to see a man with a bright yellow snake lower body slithering towards them from the mansion. The man's snake tongue flicked out, but looking rather amused as he slithered closer. The left side of his face had greenish-yellow scales which almost gleamed in the light, and on top of his brown hair laid a black fedora with a yellow ribbon around the base. "You know lying to us won't do."

This is Janus. The snake hybrid of the mansion.

Roman rolled his eyes at the fifth man of the group as he stopped by them. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Slithering Scales," the man scoffed out, but gave out a small smile as he nudged the yellow snake hybrid with his elbow. But a small scoff them came from him, and his red eyes glanced between Janus and Patton. "But you two alright to be out? Winter's approaching, you know."

"Ever the overprotective hoarder you are," Janus commented as he rolled his eyes, but gave a small smile as he shook his head. "We are fine. The season is yet to properly begin. We cold-bloods have survived multiple winter already, you know."

"Yeah!" Patton beamed, leaping around them all. "Your fire and my strange, dark son's clothes and blankets really help!"

Roman gave out a pleased smile at the response, but he did give out a pout at Janus's comment. As part dragon, of course he would be protective of his hoard. And his main, and most precious, treasure he had in said hoard was his family. "Great to hear, Padre," he smiled at Patton, but turned to glance back at the mansion. "Speaking of him, where is he?"

"He was resting in his web the last time I saw him," Janus shrugged as he answered the other. "I had him rest after creating a bit too much silk for his crocheting and knitting later. He doesn't eat enough for the silk production he's doing."

"My poor kiddo!" Patton immediately spoke out in horror and concern. The man made a giant leap towards the mansion, but the sound of skittering had him stop.

Everyone glanced up the walls of the mansion. And out one of the top windows, something came out. "Hey, Snake Face, I have control of my own health, you know," the last of those calling the mansion their home said. The man had black hair and a black hoodie on, but his lower body was of a large spider body. Though his upper body wasn't fully human. The man had eight eyes, six fully purple and the last two human brown, and on each side of his mouth he had the fangs of a spider, which moved slightly as he spoke. And his lower body, his spider body, was large enough for someone to actually sit on his back, but mostly having to curl into themselves to not get hit by the eight legs as the man crawled around.

This is Virgil. The spider hybrid of the mansion.

Virgil crawled down the wall of the mansion, his spider legs letting him walk on any surface without troubles. He crawled down to step down on the grass, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glared at the snake hybrid. "And for your information, I had just stopped when you slithered in. I was just about to start crocheting, but you just had to barge in."

"Whatever you say, Spiderling," Janus responded, rolling his eyes, but throwing him a smile. "Just make sure to rest. You work too much when winter approaches. You're cold-blooded as well, so you need your rest, especially with the stress of the season."

A scoff left the spider hybrid, but he shook his head and let his arms fall down, his black clawed fingers having a few short silk threads dangling down and dancing to the breeze. "I'm the one making clothes and blankets, you know. So for now, I'm the warmest cold-blooded here."

The chirp of birds came as two magpies came flying down, landing on the back of the spider hybrid. The birds chirped happily up at them all, and they all smiled and greeted back with a nod. Virgil gave the two a smile, and he moved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Getting something out of the pocket, Virgil got out a small crochet blanket of his silk, handing it over to the two small birds.

"Here you go," Virgil spoke, smiling as he handed the birds the small blanket. "Stay safe and warm in your nest now. The cold's approaching soon." The magpies gave him joyful and thankful chirps, and the two grabbed the silk blanket and flew off into the forest. Virgil smiled as he watched them fly off, but turned to glance at the others again, also taking notice of the skies above turning dark. "Well, evening's coming, so I better get to my route while handing out what I got."

"Alright, stay safe, kiddo!" Patton beamed at the other, beaming brightly as Virgil went to crawl past them. "Let us know if you need anything, alright?"

"Of course, Popstar," Virgil responded, giving a salute over his shoulder as he headed for the trees behind. Suddenly the man stopped and turned around to face them again. "Oh, and I repaired all the stuff with holes in them," he informed them all, earning beams of delight in return. "That includes the plushies. They're all on my web, so get them whenever."

Cheers erupted from Patton, Remus, and Roman, while Janus and Logan smiled with a nod of appreciation. "You're awesome, Virge!" Roman beamed, eyes visibly sparkling with joy before he spun around to bolt into the mansion to fetch what Virgil had repaired for him.

Patton was not far behind the flying dragon, Remus quick to follow as well. Janus and Logan was left, chuckling alongside Virgil as they watched the others charge in with such energy. "Thank you, Virgil. It is much appreciated," Logan said with a smile at the spider. "But stay safe out. Remus most definitely has scared the humans away for today, but one never know when it comes to that species."

"Yes, yes, I know," Virgil answered, rolling his eyes. "No need to say that every time. I can take care of myself. My poison is paralyzing for a reason."

"Yes, Remus had you show so too many times," Janus agreed, snorting at the memories of the octopus hybrid constantly having Virgil paralyze some of his detached tentacles after regenerating new ones for fun. "Just make sure you don't freeze. The colder you get, the slower you get. And that means the longer in the cold you will be."

Virgil huffed in response, but gave no other answer as he turned to leave the place. Janus and Logan watched as the spider left into the forest, and the two turned to head into the mansion themselves. 

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Virgil silently hummed to himself as he crawled between trees and bushes. Each step his eight legs took made a tiny sound in the grass and leaves, and with the speed of his steps, his crawling always sounded like skittering. And many in the forest recognized that skittering.

Birds, squirrels, deer, and all the animals of the forest would glance up and approach him during his routes through their home. Virgil greeted them all with a small smile, and many animals came either leaping, running, or flying over. The day was turning dark, a time where most would go to lie down for the day, but seeing the hybrid being close, they'd always come over to greet him.

"Hey, guys," Virgil softly greeted. All the animals joyfully greeted back, and a soft chuckle left the hybrid as bunnies, squirrels, and birds came to rest on his spider back. "Hope you're all doing well. But since winter is approaching, I came to give you all new blankets."

The spider put his hands into his pocket, and out came a roll of blankets of his silk. All of the animals grew visibly joyful, and Virgil smiled, pleased to see them like it. He handed out blankets, one by one to the animals around him. All the deer got the larger blankets over them, the birds got the smallest to carry to their nests, and the squirrels and bunnies got the perfect size for them, or larger ones if Virgil knew they had a family. All the other animals with them got their blankets as well, and Virgil was happy as to how tight he rolled the blankets, seeing that it was good that he brought as many as he could.

Virgil lifted the last blanket in his hold to hand to another pair of birds, but the sudden harsh gust of a wind had it fly out of their hold. The birds chirped in dismay as the silk was blown away from them, and they watched it quickly disappear into the darkness with a distressed look.

"Oh, crap..." the spider muttered, seeing the blanket fly between all the trees and much farther away through his night vision. "That was my last one too..." The birds' chirps was low and short, both lowering down to the ground in sadness. "Hey, hey, it's alright," Virgil assured them, gently holding down his hands to them. Both birds glanced up at him, but jumped onto his palms for him to lift them up. Virgil held them up and guided them to his left front leg, letting them jump on to rest right by him. "Don't worry, I can quickly make a new one. It's all fine."

Questioning chirps came from the two, and Virgil gave a soft chuckle as he shook his head. He quickly reassured them once again, and he raised a clawed finger to his mouth and stretched out multiple silk threads, enough to make a thick enough thread to use.

"Won't take long. Don't worry," Virgil mumbled as he moved the thread to his left pointy finger, using his right one to drag out more silk from his mouth. Unlike normal spiders, Virgil created silk from his mouth, usually using his fangs to hold the thread still as he used his clawed fingers to crochet, knitt, or sew with. And his clawed fingers were able to make a small hook at the tip, which was what made him able to crochet, but for knitting and sewing, and outside all that, he usually kept his claws straight and pointy.

Virgil laid on the ground as he started. His legs, except the one the birds sat on, halfway tucked under his body to lie comfortably. Most of the animals had left to sleep for the approaching night, but some continued to stay around the spider, curled in their blanket as they peacefully watched the hybrid crochet another of his blankets.

The birds happily chirped as they watched him masterfully create their blanket, and Virgil smiled as he glanced to the side at them.

Unusual gusts of winds came to their hearing, and they glanced up at the dark night sky to see something red come flying over them. "Ah, there you are, Spider Nightful!" Roman was to speak as he beamed seeing them under him. The dragon flapped his wings to slowly lower down to the ground, careful of the trees' branches. But as he landed his feet down on the ground, he raised an eyebrow at the glare Virgil was throwing at him. "What?"

"Mind your wings, Flame Head. I'm crocheting here, and your gusts are not helping," Virgil scoffed, but returned to his crocheting, being close to finishing the small silk blanket for the two waiting birds.

"And why are you out here, working more in the middle of the cold night after not having had your meal after your last production?" Roman challenged the other, a protective glare thrown at him through narrowed eyes. "I am certain you have not eaten anything protein filled since you left. You know you'll grow weak if you're lacking that, Virgil! You can't go producing more silk without refilling yourself!"

Another scoff left the spider, and he finished off his blanket as he sent the other a glare. "Geez, never took you to be one to sound like Logan," he commented, but averted his gaze to give the blanket to the thankful birds. The birds gave thankful chirps and took off with their new blanket, and Virgil gave them a small smile before turning it into a sigh as he turned back to the dragon. "Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to stay in the mansion to keep up the fire for the others?"

"Logan can hold the fire up long enough until I return," Roman answered with a shrug, but stepped forwards to give Virgil a push in the direction of their home. "You're much later than normal, and you need my fire just as much as them! So off we go now, Night Crawl!"

"Alright, alright, Ro! Geez!" Virgil yelled, but sighed as he shook his head. "I know you're a hoarder, but keep it down, could you? You know I can defend myself if something would suddenly come."

"Whatever you say, V," was all Roman responded before grabbing the spider's wrist to drag him along with him. Virgil groaned as he was dragged by Roman, who power-walked through the forest. The dragon hybrid was dedicated on bringing the spider with him back home before the air grew too cold for the cold-blooded. Roman threw the other a glare after hearing the annoyed groan. "You have no right to do that, Emo Nightmare. Only one hoodie isn't good enough! You don't even have any of your blankets on you! What you have on isn't enough to keep you warm, and you know that!" Roman scolded, only receiving an annoyed deadpan in return, which he ignored as he faced forward again, all out on getting home. "This is why you need my fire!"

A snort came from the other, but he didn't speak out. He knew Roman was in his protective hoarder mode because of his longer than usual absence. And because of that, he knew it was futile to fight against it. He never fought against it, only showing his annoyance or teasing the other, whichever fit the situation best. 

It wasn't long until they came to the treeline ending by their mansion. Stepping through the last bushes, they appeared in the back garden of their home. Faint light danced on the grass during the darkness of the night, so Roman strode towards the back door, still dragging the spider with him.

Roman swung the old wooden door open, stepping into the indoor light with Virgil right behind. The moment they stepped inside, Virgil felt the change in temperature, and a silent sigh of relief left him. The spider's shoulders slumped down at the warmth, not having to force an appearance anymore.

"Come," Roman spoke with a stern voice, but stepping through the room and towards the living room right by. Another sigh left Virgil, but the spider crawled after to follow into the warmer room.

Huddled together in some type of pile were the others. Janus and Patton laid in the middle, Remus using his tentacles to keep the large blanket over them in place, and Logan standing by the fire in the fireplace. Hearing the two return home, Patton beamed brightly, almost jumping out of his spot as he waved them over.

Roman smiled at the frog hybrid, but turned to give Virgil a brief nod to then take Logan's place by the fire. Logan gave the dragon a nod, and he stepped to join the pile of hybrids to help keep the warmth for the cold-blooded ones.

Virgil soon came to crawl over, and Remus lifted some of his tentacles, a part of the blanket while at it, so the spider could join in the middle, the spot for the cold ones. When tucking in his legs and lying down, Janus wrapped his long tail around him, but placing an arm on his back as support. With Virgil's body being a lot different, his back basically going ninety degree up from his spider body, he always only laid with his spider body, his human top having to hang or lean into something for support.

Remus stretched the blanket out to lie over the spider's back, but stretched a different tentacle to fetch another blanket to their side. With the new blanket, he wrapped it around Virgil's shoulder, having the spider now fully covered. Finished with his job, he continued to have his tentacles spread to keep the blanket over the three firmly in place, even if they were to move slightly.

But having nothing much but an arm to support his back, Virgil raised a finger to his mouth for his silk. He needed something to lean on, or his back would turn stiff again, and a single thread hanging from the ceiling would be enough for him. But as he went to do so, a growl from Roman had him stop to turn and raise an eyebrow.

"What did I just tell you earlier?" Roman questioned, eyes obviously narrowed with a warning look.

A huff left the spider, but he let his hand fall back down. A demanding look was shot back, and the dragon immediately went to drag over a cushioned stool for him.

When the furniture was in arm reach, Virgil immediately dragged it over and leaned onto it with crossed arms.

Seeing as everything was finally settled, a sigh of pleasure came from Patton, and he melted into the pile. With everyone back home, and Roman keeping a bright fire burning for them, everything was perfect. The group had always lived together and had this routine for the colder times. The more warm-blooded would always make sure the cold-blooded were all well in health, not growing cold or sick. 

Remus, as an octopus hybrid, should also be a cold-blooded, but for some miracle, he was actually not. Maybe it was from his creation magic, like Roman's, or if it was his relation to the dragon hybrid, no one knew. They were just glad he wasn't cold-blooded as well. Knowing he would have been a difficult one to keep healthy as so. That man was always all around. All from being underwater in the lake, to climbing in the trees, to doing his job to scare off all the humans daring to step close to their territory. Keeping him constantly warm enough would be a pain for them all, so they were thankful for that miracle.

Logan got up from his place, his wings tucked behind his back, but Virgil could see the others had helped him groom by the time he had gotten back, or more like Roman dragged him back. "I will go and start on something for us all to eat," Logan stated, heading to the kitchen, leaving the group to continue to huddle together for warmth. "I will be right back."

"Alright! But call if you need help!" Patton called after the other, but cuddled closed to Janus as he hugged the silk blanket closer to them.

"He'll be fine like usual, Padre," Roman chuckled as he stepped over to take Logan's place by the frog. "He does fine in the kitchen. Though I do still prefer your meals, but the priority is to keep you warm."

A small chuckle left Patton, and the man croaked as he reached an arm up at the dragon. Roman smiled as he took it, and Patton dragged him down to lie with them. An amused laugh came from Roman, but he got himself comfortable by the pile, but making sure he had good view of the fire, being ready to strengthen it if it was to weaken for even a moment. 

Everything was nice, cozy, and peaceful for them as another normal day passed by. The six men were as close as one could be without being blood-related, with the exception of Remus and Roman that is. And they would continue to be a close family of unique specimen, who stood out from everything else in the world.

The moon of the night sky shone beautifully down over the mansion as they all feasted and cuddled together for warmth and rest. This was all they ever needed, and it was all they ever wanted.

This is the hybrids' mansion. Their home.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #spider virgil #snake janus #octopus remus #dragon roman #owl logan #frog patton #fanfic #sanders sides au #platonic drlamp

[caitlinbirenbaum]

Any tips for new writers?

Write like no one is reading.

What I mean is, write what you want to write. If you are passionate about what you are creating, others will resonate with that so much more strongly than if you were to create with readers/the publishing market in mind.

Keep writing.

Writing is like a muscle, it needs exercise and rest days. Some of my best passages come from taking a break from my project for a day, and actively thinking about where I want to take the story next. I don't recommend more than a few days off, because at least for me, it can turn into months.

I don't mean don't address plot holes or major character issues, but if you don't know the name of a town, or the color of something, write a keyword in all caps, (mines OCTOPUS) and make a note of what you need to add and keep f@#king going. It's immensely helpful to keep me in a state of flow and keep the story moving.

Take all the best bits from the stories you love, and smush them all together until it becomes your own and you fall madly in love with your project.

No one can take your creativity away from you, you are the only limit to your own potential. You got a little voice in your head that tells you you're not good enough? Ay, give it here. Let me take it. I'll crush your doubt so far under my boots it'll paint the soles red.

Again, louder this time. No one can take your creativity away from you, you are the only limit to your own potential.

Best of luck kiddo. You're gonna do great.

#writer #writing advice #writeblr #creative writing #ask me anything #ask me all the questions #writeblr community

[rataticaisdreaming]

day 2 - fusion @intrualityweek

Summary: When Remus and Patton can’t stop fighting, the mind decides to give them a chance to be in each other's shoes.

Pairing: Platonic Intruality (he/him for both)

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Verbal fights / Hurt/Comfort / Intrusive thoughts / Remus being Remus / Cursing / Mention of sex

“Those are awful things, Remus! You should think of more cheerful… innocent stuff!"

"Oh yeah, because everyone wants to live in Care-A-Lot, daddy-o."

It has been like this for weeks now. Patton getting more and more distressed at Remus’ outbursts, which have been more common ever since the last major issue Thomas faced. Their fights seemed personal and within their own bubble, seeing as they were right next to each other. Janus and Roman had no problem ignoring them, it was so childish and unnecessary that not even Virgil was affected by this. It was getting annoying though. Once everyone left those two to bicker alone, Patton frowned and sank down to his room. The duke was so unsettling! It wasn't so difficult to keep your thoughts to yourself and keep things nice and decent.

Throwing himself to the stuffie filled couch, he reached for an old blanket and his Tender Heart teddy bear. A wave of sadness filled him, tears silently fell from his cheeks into the blanket he was holding so close. Everything felt like too much.

He hated arguments so much. The loud voices and negative feelings made him feel so small and overwhelmed. The need to just get out, get out, get out. How he closed his eyes and just prayed the tears wouldn't come out, this is not the time for big emotions. He just wanted to hide and make the feelings go away.

━

Well, fuck him. There he goes again with his big mouth and inability to just shut the fuck up!

No one wants to hear you anyways.

He is trying! He really is! Just spit out the mild ones so his head guts will be at ease until he comes back to his room. That’s exactly what he did… then why was today so difficult?!

You were never meant to be one of them.

And why the fuck is his brain not shutting the fuck up?! He just wanted some rest for God's sake.

You should impale yourself with the bed's wooden poles. 

Just get in a onesie, what if you get tangled up and suffocate?

Get in bed and under the blankets, you should have hate sex with the others.

Hug your emotional support octopus stuffie and feel them hug you back… oh, the ways they could crush you to death.

Just close your eyes… It will be okay in the morning.

Except it won't be. It will be this over, and over, and over again until you die. Alone and in pain and no one will care about you…

━

"We need Patton. It's clear to me this issue needs his emotional expertise."

A quick hand gesture is all Logan needed to make the moral side rise in his spot. Eyes shut tight and in clear distress, softly bouncing on his heels.

"Sorry kiddo, your old man just needed a little rest. Felt more tired than a hooker after an orgy."

What… in the world?

The room falls silent and everyone is suddenly looking at him. Roman and Virgil look at each other stunned, eyes so big they seem ready to pop out. Janus scoffs in disbelief, like he finally heard how much of a petty bitch he is. Logan adjusts his tie, looking down at the floor, maybe he’ll find his worth somewhere in the dust. Thomas looks like he just saw a puppy being shot in front of him. 

Wow, this little mind of his is not slowing down, is it?

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know why I said that… must be reaaally out of it! Maybe I just need some coffee and breakfast to get myself back on track." he said, awkwardly tiptoeing his way to the kitchen.

No one knew how to react to what just happened, so Roman spoke first.

“Maybe all that time with my brother is messing with him, speaking of him.” he said as he summoned Remus with an annoyed frown “Where is my copy of Princess and the Frog?”

Remus rose in his spot and stared at his twin like a deer in headlights, after a few seconds, he answered.

“I'm pretty sure I placed it back on the shelf.” he said, timidly hugging himself.

“Well, it's not there!”

The escalating tone made Remus flinch and look away, that seemed to be the wrong thing, because Roman spoke again.

“I swear in the holy name of Julie Andrews, Remus, if you did something to it…"

"I promise I didn't! I- I'm sure I placed it on the shelf, maybe I can help you find it! Just… Please lower your tone." 

Roman was taken back by his response, his brother looked on the verge of tears. He has never seen the duke express himself like that. Weirded out was an understatement,

Before he could say anything, Patton came back and…

"Well, I can safely say the dishwasher liquid does not, in fact, taste like lemon and oranges."

Something was wrong.

━

"You will not leave this couch until you figure out what happened, do I make myself clear?"

It had been ten minutes since Logan left them there. Ten full minutes of distressed bouncing on his seat, eyes shut as he tried his hardest not to voice his thoughts. After what felt like an hour, Patton couldn’t take it anymore.

"Remus, all these thoughts… are they yours?" he said in a small voice Remus barely heard. "They are horrible…"

“I know they are!” he yelled, causing Patton to flinch. Upon seeing the reaction, the creative side broke down.

"I hate all of this! It all feels like too much!”

Patton’s knowing smile made him feel warm and troubled. A question popped into his head. He scooched over a little bit and started to fidget with his sparkly sleeves.

“Do you feel like this all the time?"

Patton looked up and sighed.

"Mhm" 

"Do you get these thoughts all the time?"

Remus looked up with slightly red eyes.

"Yeah…"

"I never realized how much pain you were actually in… I thought you said those things to annoy us…" he started, receiving a soft laugh from the duke "But they are like a swarm! I need- I need them out!"

“Shh, it's okay. They will calm down, here, tug this string."

The moral side did with a tired hand, when he let go, a soft “quack” came out of nowhere. A tiny duck dropped from the air into his lap.

"Heh… And where did this little guy come from?"

“Little gift.”

A small giggle escaped from Patton’s lips and he changed his posture, visibly calmer and less tense. After working some courage, Remus decided to speak as well.

"I never knew you were feeling this much… It's suffocating. Every emotion feels fucking intense and it hurts! How do you live like this?"

"I just do… Comes with being the heart, I guess. My room helps me, it calms me down when it gets too much."

"Huh. Do you think I could… hang out there sometime?"

"Sure! Janus and Logan have been very insisting on the whole "finding a distraction" thing. We could do a puzzle together or watch a show."

"Yeah… I'd like that."

━

It has been like this for weeks now. Remus learning to use his inner voice, mindful of how loud noises impact the other’s emotions. Patton started to listen to Remus' ideas and ignored the ones that were plainly intrusive thoughts.

By the end of an afternoon discussion, they were already looking at each other in anticipation.

They sank down and arrived at Patton's living room. There was an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table as well as board game boxes laying on the side of it. Remus picked the neon green notebook and glitter pen and sat down next to the moral side.

They summoned popcorn, sodas and m&ms. Even some lemon slices for Remus. Whenever he got unwanted thoughts, he would write them down. Patton would hug his teddy bear, as a silent sign that they needed to slow down for a bit, when the emotions got too intense.

It was working for them. They also made a mental note to never anger the mind again. It would be fantastic to see Roman get all of Virgil's anxiety, but Remus was a good brother and decided to write that thought down for now.

#rat's fic #rataticaisdreaming #nothing like a fic that was written at midnight 😌✨ #will probably revisit this one 🤔 #really want to explore this idea further #sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #intruality #intrualityweek2023 #intrualityweek #intruality week #sanders sides fanfiction

[darushi-chan]

IT IS MERMAY. Awesome @avonneslovelies has an amazing Lucemond MermaidAU called We will met on the horizon and she answered this ask about it. It basically gives us more details about the merpeople in her AU and also gave me this super cute mental image of loner squishy kid Aemond and his tiny murder octopus.  So, I had a mission, to try my best to interpret her vision of MerAemond and draw it with his tiny super cute blue-ringed octopus 🥹 I personally liked the idea of KidAemond having his little moments with his octopus friend before the eye accident, so both eyes here, and some happiness for the kiddo.  Maybe he’s a little bit cute and squishy here, let’s imagine it as the calm before the storm, the accident will definitely make him train more and be less cute and squishy :(, juveniles/children in a lot of species are always simple/ugly/or cute before they reach adulthood and need to be the baddest bitches too, lol. 

#Lucemond #MERMAY 2023 #MerKidAemond #finally putting more effort on my backrounds #lol #me trying my best to nail the iridescence like scales hehe #im in love with hair underwater now #i like flowy things #my interpretation final word always goes to the amazing author #definitely one of my favorite fics

[cultofdixon]

I’ve Gotchu Covered

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • 21. Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain. • SFW/Smol angst

Requested by: Anon

Alexandria was like this bright and shiny new place that even made those who would fit in a place like it, uncomfortable. Daryl especially didn’t feel like he fit in.

“Are you seriously gonna sit outside right now?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s raining, D. You’re going to get sick”

“Nah I ain’t. I’ll be fine” Daryl states, taking out the pack of cigarettes he got from back when they were trying to save Beth. Carol sighs handing him her lighter which he happily takes before heading inside to be greeted by Y/N.

“Hey, you should get ready to sleep. He’ll be in in a bit” Carol reassures the little one as they kept their attention on the closing door with Daryl fading from view. Suddenly the kid started to run upstairs only confusing Carol.

As Daryl lights his cigarette and “enjoys” the moment watching the rain. Remembering what keeps him centered but even with that memory he finds himself tearing up slightly.

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“Look look look! Look at what I found!” Y/N presented to Daryl the octopus plush they found in one of the abandoned houses.

“You scored, kid” Daryl smiles ruffling their hair as they held onto it protectively. “I’m not gonna make yea put it back. It’s yours now” he reassures leading the way back to the rest of the run group. Only for a herd to come through the neighborhood.

Daryl quickly brought his crossbow on his back and picked up his kid suddenly. Y/N instantly dropping the plush as they latched onto Daryl watching it fade from view. They didn’t want to bring it up because they knew his sudden actions was for their safety.

But when they returned to the prison their clearly upset expression was caught on immediately by Daryl.

“Hey I gotta go back out. Mind watching Y/N?”

“Sure. What are you lookin’ for?” Hershel questions to make sure it’s something worth going out in the rain for.

“It’s important. I’ll be quick”

“Alright. I’ll keep your kid out of trouble” Hershel smiles watching the archer roll his eyes as he goes back out shortly after.

An hour has passed and Hershel found himself standing by the doors leading outside seeing Y/N impatiently waiting in the rain for Daryl to come back. He carefully opens the umbrella he found in the warden’s office and goes to cover Y/N seeing their eyes instantly lock onto him.

“You’ll get sick kiddo…we should head inside. Glenn got a fire going”

“But Da…Daryl isn’t back”

“Your dad will be back soon. But he sure as hell doesn’t want to come back to a sniffling mess” Hershel smiles warmly leading the kid back inside to get by the fire.

Two more hours passed and Y/N found themselves sharing a blanket with Carol being safe in her embrace. She rests her head on top of theirs sensing how tense they were given Daryl was still not back.

But soon the shivering archer came back into the prison and instantly placed himself before the fire. Y/N frowns rising from their spot to grab one of the spare blankets and struggling to get it to cover Daryl. He caught on of course and took his pack off before taking the blanket to cover him.

Soon Daryl found himself sitting with Carol now holding Y/N while she unpacks his bag. Seeing that he found a couple cans and another formula can for Judith. But the last thing to come from the bag was the octopus plush Y/N found before the rain pour. They instantly reached for it as she passes it to the now happy child taking a mental note of the smile that broke out on Daryl’s face.

“You’re going to get your kid a collection at some point”

“Whaddya mean? Y/N scored this themselves” Daryl scoffs playfully as he rests his chin on top of their head holding them protectively. “And if we find more…yeah my kid gets first dibs”

“Judith gets first dibs”

“Then you, that seems fair” Carol smiles at the kid hugging the plush close as Daryl held them close.

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Daryl sighs putting his cigarette out on the porch and before he could even think about getting up to head inside. An umbrella appeared above him making him instantly turn around to find his kid looking at him with a worried expression.

“Hey, you should be in bed”

“But you’ll get sick in the rain…” Y/N frowns hearing him sigh once more. “I don’t want you to get sick…”

“I ain’t gonna get sick. Ain’t even in the rain”

“Yeah because I’ve gotchu covered with my umbrella!” Y/N yells suddenly catching him slightly off guard resulting in a laugh from him.

“Okay kid. You’ve taken care of me” Daryl took the handle from the umbrella standing from the steps and leading Y/N back inside. “Let’s get out of the rain”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #I like how short and sweet this is #daryl dixon fanfiction

[fangbangerghoul]

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Stolen

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of murder/torture, angst, cursing, this one actually does use the ‘insert name’ thing just b/c it made writing certain parts easier

Word Count: 4,423

Summary: You were an imposter. You were desperate. You were trapped with no other way out. The fact of the matter was, you hadn’t been born with words on your skin, but now you were wearing the words of a dead girl. How far would you go to save someone you loved?

The room was cold. Not a subtle cold that brushed against you leaving goose bumps against every inch of your exposed skin, no, it was a deep, painful kind of cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones and penetrated your soul. The type you felt you’d never escape.

Even if you could get through the concrete levels that were built like a maze or the guards with guns around every corner, even if you reached that fresh air outside the compound, did you deserve to escape? After selling your soul to the devil, did you still deserve freedom?

The door across from the table where you sat opened and the devil himself strolled through with a grin on his face. His blond hair was always slicked back without a strand out of place, his cold blue eyes made the room seem even colder now, and the stupid, smug grin made your skin crawl with unease.

“Good morning, kiddo. Did you have a good night? Enough time to think on your decision?” Dr. Anderson asked in a warm voice. The word decision was ridiculous. You had no decision. Him and every other person in this complex who wore that badge, the one with the weird red skull octopus hybrid, had taken that decision away from you two days ago when they dragged you in here. You didn’t reply to him and lowered your gaze to a spot on the metal table your arms were leaning against. If the table wasn’t there you probably would’ve slumped to the ground into a pile of nothing by now. “You seem rather quiet, my dear. You were so vocal before. I must say, I think I miss that dry wit.”

“Is she ok?” You spoke, but your voice was hoarse and broken.

“Of course.” He said with a brief shake of his head, “I would never lie to you.”

You bit back any reply that came to mind. Anything you said or did at this point could affect her and that was something you couldn’t risk. So instead of calling Dr. Anderson on his bullshit, you nodded, “So how does this work then?”

His grin morphed into a sinister smirk as he took the seat across from you, “You needn’t worry at all. We’ve done this operation dozens of time—”

“How many of them survived?”

His smirk faltered and you immediately regretted opening your mouth and asking anything at all. Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, “You’re right. There have been no survivors, but I’m very hopeful with you. You’re the 11th woman.” This man had played a hand in murdering ten other women, but he wasn’t even batting an eye at this. “You know what they say, right? 11th time’s the charm?”

Dr. Anderson laughed at his own joke, but you didn’t find much humor in what he said. What he was doing here was ungodly. It was an act against nature to toy with something so simple and beautiful, something so pure and untouched by man.

“Why are you doing this?”

“We worked though all the kinks, and you could not be a more perfect specimen for this procedure.” Dr. Anderson ignored your question entirely, “We needed someone with an extremely similar genetic sequence. Perfect is impossible in this scenario, but the moment I saw you I just knew.” He dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a small picture. He slid it across the table to you with a nod, “Just look, the two of you could be sisters. Granted, the age difference worried us for a bit of time, but it shouldn’t throw things off too badly. You’re only six years apart from her.”

Your eyes darted down to the picture in front of you. As much as you’ve heard about this woman, this was the first time you were actually seeing her. The picture was taken without the woman knowing, and you did look scarily like her. You had the same type of hair, the same colored eyes, the same skin tone, the same body shape, and even a similar facial structure. From a distance, the two of you might have been mistaken as the same person, maybe an older version of yourself, but you could see the differences.

Her smile was so much softer than you ever hoped yours could look. Most pictures of you, your lips always twitched higher on one side than the other when you grinned and nobody would ever describe your eyes as kind, you thought. Not like this woman. She radiated gentleness.

“Why are you doing this?” You pushed the picture back at him. Why the hell would you want to look at a picture of a dead woman any longer?

“The surgery should take only three hours or so. You’ll be extremely sore afterwards and there may be some other symptoms we’re unaware of but—”

“Why are you doing this!?” You shouted and slammed your hands against the table. “Why!?”

Dr. Anderson leaned back in his chair at your explosion. He blinked once before rubbing his mouth and standing up. Slowly, he walked around the table until he stood right beside you. He leaned against the table and rapped his knuckles against the metal in front of you.

“That question isn’t important, kiddo. You need to focus on the questions that are important.” He reached out and you flinched in response. Dr. Anderson didn’t stop though, he brushed his fingers against your cheekbone. He trailed his fingers down your neck until his hand rested on your shoulder, “Do you know what questions are important right now?”

Your jaw clenched and your words came out in a whimper, “Please don’t.”

“Do you love your best friend?” He asked in a low voice. If you clenched your teeth together any harder they’d crack. “Do you want her to hurt? I personally don’t want to cause her harm, but there are plenty of other HYDRA agents who would happily do so.” You could feel your eyes begin to water, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of watching you break. “Do you want her to die? Do you want that blood on your hands? Her blood?”

You shook your head and despite trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, it cracked with your words, “N—No. Please just…just leave her alone. I’ll do anything, okay? Just leave her alone.”

“I will, kiddo. I will.” He said reassuringly, “I am a man of my word and we made a deal, did we not? I promised not to harm a hair on your friend’s head, and you promised to help me destroy Tony Stark.”

Everything around you was dark. All you could see was the mist that swirled around your body. You couldn’t tell up from down or left from right. It was like you were drifting in space. The last thing you remembered was lying on that cold surgical table as tears leaked from your eyes and streaked down to your ears. Were you in surgery right now? That couldn’t be right. You had your tonsils removed in elementary school and you specifically remembered not experiencing anything like this. It had been like you blinked and suddenly it was all over. This was something else altogether.

“If you had her here, why didn’t you just use her? Why go through all the trouble of kidnapping women and killing them?” It was your words echoing around you.

“Simple. She refused. No matter what we did, no matter what we offered, no matter how long we tortured her… She refused to betray her soulmate.” Dr. Anderson’s voice followed your own and if your mind wasn’t filled with so much fog then you would’ve cringed. You vaguely remembered this conversation. But when did it happen?

“You see, kiddo.” The longer he spoke the more you wished silence would return. Had this conversation taken place yesterday? That didn’t sound right. “She hasn’t even met her soulmate yet. She knows it was supposed to be Tony Stark, his name was written on her damn body, but she refused to seek him out. She was always just waiting. Waiting for him to find her. She’s been waiting her whole life, and I thought maybe she would’ve gotten tired of it. Maybe she’d do what I asked of her. Money can buy many things.”

“She wouldn’t give up Tony Stark.”

“She wouldn’t budge an inch. You see, these soul marks do something strange to humans. They start to think that they have this incredible connection with their ‘soulmate’, as if there is this tangible bond between two people. It’s ridiculous.”

“What are you saying?”

“Oh, you know. You’re like me and millions of other people on this planet. We never received a soul mark as a child. We grew with no mark on our skin to cloud our minds. These soul marks are foolish. The only connection there is, is made by social construct. Society says a soul mark is perfect, a soul mark leads to a happy ending, but it’s not actually true. It’s just their minds building a new reality for them to accept.”

“So, you killed her. She believed in her soul mark, refused to hurt her soulmate, so you killed her and stole the one thing she thought was worth dying for.”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

Right before surgery, that’s when the conversation took place. You could recall it now. The fog in your mind wasn’t so heavy anymore. Did that mean you were going to wake up soon? God, maybe you were already dead.

The feeling of drifting disappeared, and it felt like your feet were planted in solid ground. Around you was still dark, but you could see yourself. There was a reflection in front of you, but you couldn’t see where the edge of the mirror began or ended.

“A soul mark is so much more than a social construct.”

It sounded like your voice, but you didn’t remember saying those words. Why would you? The entire concept was the one thing you slightly agreed on when it came to this hellish nightmare. People said it was just you being bitter because you didn’t have a soul mark of your own, but to be honest the entire concept just didn’t make sense to you. A permanent mark on your skin that gave you a peek into the future? The first sentence your supposed soulmate would ever speak to you? You had many friends with soul marks. You’ve seen big ones where the sentence took up all of the person’s arm, or torso, or leg. You’ve seen small, one worded sentences hidden behind ears or written along hips. Every mark seemed to be written in some different font. Sometimes they were elegant and neat, other times they were sloppy and rushed. Never had you ever felt jealous of someone with a mark though. It made the future seem too planned. You didn’t like the idea of fate telling you what your future entailed.

“Please don’t hurt him.”

There were your words again, but you didn’t remember ever speaking them. You lifted a hand to press against the cold mirror, but your palm pressed against the warm palm of your reflection.

Your surprised eyes met the kind ones in front of you as the reflection began to speak, and begged, “Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt my Tony.”

It took an entire month for you to recover. The side effects of the surgery were more than any of the HYDRA scientists expected. For the first week, you just laid in bed unwilling to move. It felt like every internal organ had been rubbed with sandpaper, your skin was on fire, and something deep inside you just ached. Nobody would explain exactly what they did to you in that surgery, and for the first three weeks they wouldn’t let you look under the white bandage wrapped around your torso.

It took another month after that for them to teach you exactly what they wanted you to do. They trained you in the basics, punishing you for every move you did wrong, then taught you their plan in vivid detail. They had everything set out for you, they were setting up the lie you were going to have to live if you wanted your best friend to be safe.

By time the third month rolled around, you were finally allowed back out into the real world. You were living in New York now in the same apartment she did. You were being forced to live her life as if she wasn’t gone from the world. Apparently, luck had been on HYDRA’s side when they kidnapped her. She had been a bit of a loner with no family, no close friends, and no real connections. It was almost too easy for them to cut her out and slip you in. They changed some documents, and changed some pictures, and suddenly Penelope Smith no longer existed. Now it was just [Name] [Surname]. They had somehow managed to make your life and hers flow into one. Some parts of the history were truly yours and some parts were entirely hers.

They made sure you knew every detail of it though over that month of training. Your name was the same and so was your birthday. A lot of the early stuff was easy because it was the truth. It verged away from only you around the time of college. Now, according to all the files, you had a different undergraduate degree and worked as a journalist. Of course, they made it look like you had recently quit your job since you couldn’t show up one day as Penelope.

“Penelope Smith doesn’t exist.” You whispered to yourself as you stared into her mirror in what used to be her bathroom. You pulled off your sleep shirt and let your eyes trace over the mark against your rib cage. It was a shade darker than your skin, making it look more like a birthmark than a tattoo. The words ‘Before you ask, yes, I am the Tony Stark’, were scrawled in small words across your ribs in a messy font. That entire area of skin felt numb to you. No matter how much you traced your finger over it or applied pressure, it was like there was nothing there. “Penelope Smith doesn’t exist. Now there’s only me.”

You rushed out of your bathroom, topless, to get ready for the day before the reflection in the mirror could tell you otherwise.

For the most part, your days were boring. HYDRA didn’t want you to stray too far from the usual path that Penelope took everyday because they worried Tony Stark would never run into you or worse the two of you would meet at the wrong time and you wouldn’t be able to say the right words. For a group of scientists that kept preaching how they didn’t believe in fate and soulmates, they were relying a whole lot on coincidence.

You followed their instructions though. In the mornings, you worked out at the gym Penelope usually went to. In the afternoon, you sat in a coffee shop and surfed the Internet since you weren’t actually a journalist despite what the files said. In the evenings, you took long walks around the city usually on a path that conveniently passed the famous Avengers tower often. Then at night, before you fell asleep, you’d text Dr. Anderson and tell him that you hadn’t met Tony Stark yet. Another day was gone, and you prayed he didn’t reply with a threat toward your best friend. It was hardly your fault that fate didn’t want to cooperate. Maybe fate was too smart for all of you. It knew you weren’t really Penelope Smith and didn’t want you anywhere near Tony Stark.

“One venti iced mocha.” You ordered out of habit. Before the barista could list off the price, you were already digging out the right amount. You had been here enough times to know the exact price of things after tax. The only reason your coffee wasn’t already made and ready for you at this time was because today it was a new barista.

After getting your drink, you sat down at a small table by the window in a seat that gave you a view of the entire café. The cold drink in your hand was just a reminder that something wasn’t right with you anymore. You sat in your seat staring at the large coffee and trying your damn hardest not to start drinking it. Before all of this happened, you hated cold coffee. You liked hot drinks and teas that were strong and not very sweet. Now though, you couldn’t stand any coffee that wasn’t poured over ice and if it didn’t have some form of sugar or chocolate in it it tasted wrong.

That wasn’t where the changes ended either. Your taste in music was different. You hated lifting weights now and preferred running. You liked rainy days more than sunny weather, and [your favorite food] tasted bitter on your tongue. Despite the mantra you whispered to yourself every morning, sometimes you worried that Penelope Smith wasn’t entirely gone, and that maybe you weren’t entirely [Name] [Surname] anymore.

An hour had passed in that coffee shop and it felt the same as any other day you had been in here. There was only a sip of coffee left in your cup, but you still planned to stay for another hour at the least. Luckily, your favorite barista had come in and she’d probably have a new drink ready for you the moment you stood up to throw your current one away. The chime on the door went off as you scrolled through random news articles. Typically, the door chimed every other minute or so as New Yorkers rushed in for their coffee fix, but something made you glance up from your computer screen to look. The moment your eyes lifted, you saw him.

He strolled in like he owned the place wearing a crisp, dark suit and red tinted sunglasses over his eyes. You weren’t the only one to notice him walk in and the people around him were beginning to react by asking for autographs and pictures. Why wouldn’t they? He was fucking Iron Man after all.

You had imagined this moment for a long time. You practiced the words they had given you to say over and over in your mind because you knew you had to be perfect. A part of you had been excited for him to one day show up just because it meant you would be one step closer to being done with all this, but as you stared at him from across the room all you felt was dread.

Tony Stark was here in this small Starbucks that seemed almost out of the way for a guy like him. He was talking to a young boy while signing a picture for a young woman. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and steeled yourself for what was to come. HYDRA didn’t just want you to murder Tony Stark in his sleep or something like that. No, they wanted you to get close. They wanted you to get him wrapped around your finger so you could absorb every ounce of information he was able to give. Then when they had everything they needed, they wanted you to destroy him in every way you could. Emotionally, mentally, and maybe at the end physically. What they wanted you to do to him was horrible. They already murdered his true soulmate and replaced her with you, and now this? Just thinking about it was making you feel like the scum of the earth, but this was about more than just you. This was for your best friend. The only family you really had. You would walk into traffic for her, you would tear yourself apart for her. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for her and this was on that list.

Besides, Tony Stark wasn’t that great of a guy. Sure, maybe he really was a superhero. He had saved all of New York from being blown to nothing by a nuke when aliens attacked a year ago, but so what? You tried to remind yourself of all the horrible things you had read about him. Even if it had been in his past and even if maybe he had grown beyond it, you forced yourself to think of every negative article on him. The only way you were going to get through this was if you convinced yourself that this was not a good man. That maybe he deserved something like this. How many hearts had he crushed over the years? How many women had he slept with and left behind like they were nothing? How many families overseas suffered at the hands of his weapons?

You took a deep breath and continued to mentally list every sin the Merchant of Death committed even though it made your stomach feel like it was filled with lead. A few minutes had passed with you being unable to tear your eyes away. He ordered something, making the barista laugh, and turned to wait for his drink. He looked just like he did in every magazine and interview. His dark hair was shorter now, cut closer to the sides, but his signature goatee and smirk remained the same. He had taken off his sunglasses sometime while he was ordering and now you could see his dark brown eyes.

Suddenly, those eyes darted away from his phone and shot up to look straight at you. The moment his gaze locked with yours it felt like someone had put electricity in your veins. You tore your eyes away and instead stared at the computer screen in front of you as you tried to calm your racing heart. This was the last way you expected to react, but maybe this reaction wasn’t entirely your own.

“He’s here.” Your voice again, echoing in the back of your mind, but it was the same soft tone that you knew didn’t really belong to you. It was a whisper, a thought, but you were positive that thought didn’t belong to you.

The patch of skin against your left rib cage, the area that was numb to everything, began to tingle as it came to life. You lifted your hand to feel it, but still you couldn’t feel the pressure of your fingers against the area through your shirt. All that was there was the fire that danced across your skin.

You had been so ready to go through with it, but now all you wanted to do was run out. This was a mistake. You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t want to do this. All that steeling you had done was gone and now you just felt like a scared little girl. Slowly, you turned off your laptop and began to pack it up, but once it was all put away you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up and sprint out. Your feet were glued to the floor and your ass was stuck in that chair.

After a one more second of panic, you forced yourself to look up again and realized that had been the worst mistake of your life. He was walking over now, with a grin and coffee in hand. He was getting closer by the second, but you couldn’t seem to look away. The words on your chest were burning hotter now as your heart pounded in your chest. How could one person be so excited and so fearful at the same time?

Tony Stark stopped by your table with a smirk. Your mouth fell open slightly and he spoke confidently, “Before you ask, yes, I am the Tony Stark.” You had read those words over and over and over yet hearing them said out loud was an entirely different experience. He nodded toward the chair across from you, “You’re not waiting here for anybody are you?”

This was it. This was what HYDRA had spent a month drilling into your head. You knew exactly what you needed to say. The only question was would you do it? You wanted to keep your best friend safe more than anything else in the world. That was something you had never doubted, but now? There was something in you that was screaming for you to leave. He didn’t deserve what HYDRA had planned for him. Penelope didn’t deserve this. Nobody did.

You could say something else. You could excuse yourself and leave and Tony Stark would never know the truth.

“Please don’t hurt him.”

You didn’t want to hurt him. You truly didn’t, but the thought of HYDRA getting their slimy hands on your friend made every other thought in your mind disappear. So, you put a grin on your face that you knew looked more like one of your smirks rather than one of Penelope’s soft smiles, and you prayed that this man wouldn’t be able to see your panic, fear, and doubt.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

There was a pause, a moment of shock where his smirk fell, and he looked almost blank faced. Then, gradually, a new smile replaced it and it was one you hadn’t ever seen on the cover of any magazine or television interview. It was warm and welcoming and excited. It reached his bright eyes and it made him look years younger. He dropped down into the chair across from you and just stared at you.

“Did I leave the Tony Stark speechless?” These were your own words. From here on out you had only yourself to count on. There were no more peeks into the future you could use to guide you from here.

Tony let out a chuckle as he glanced down at the table. He rubbed his jawline and let his eyes lift back to yours and a warm comforting feeling filled your chest. Tony Stark was looking at you like you were a work of art. He looked at you as if he had finally found home and for one brief moment, you forgot that Penelope Smith didn’t exist and that you were [Name] [Surname]. You forgot because in that instant, you were just his soul mate and it felt like everything was going to be all right.

[next chapter]

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[lostfirefly]

You’ve Got The Same Dream as Me (Ch. 3)

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) 

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. 

Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

Words: 1430 (sorry, not sorry)

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Rika and Catherine held their way to a small bar. 

"Is this man of yours reliable? Can he be trusted?" Catherine could hardly contain her excitement.

"I wouldn't trust a clown like him one hundred per cent, but yes, I can vouch for him", Rika said, scratching her left arm.

"I don't trust you much either, but you probably know the local best, so I don't have a choice".

"I'm sure I do", Rika laughed. "God, you say the strangest things sometimes.

"Okay, well, you have to explain one thing to me. Why we're going to a bar when it's not even noon?".

"Other days we would go to his circus tent. But at eleven o'clock on Wednesday morning this man can be only here", Rika pointed to the bar sign. 

“Don't be like Tangerine and Drink at Arlong's”? Catherine squinted, putting a hand to her forehead, shielding herself from the sun, she read the bar’s title. "What idiotic names these places have". 

The girls entered the bar. Inside, there were massive wooden tables and chairs, the floor was scuffed. Yes, it had clearly seen better days. The air smelled of alcohol and tobacco.

"Why are there pictures of people who look like fish on the walls?" Catherine whispered, nudging Rika lightly in the shoulder.

"Because this bar is run by Arlong, damn it. Once upon a time it belonged to someone else, I honestly don't know who. But the last owner owed Arlong money, so-- The owner was never seen again, and the bar had new owners". 

"But why are they fish?" Catherine whispered again. 

"You've never heard of fish people?" Rika asked in surprise.

"Fish people? No, there aren't any in my country", Catherine shook her head negatively. 

"God, you live a boring life there. Wait a second..."

Rika suddenly stopped a man passing by with a tray. Honestly, he looked more like a squid or an octopus with the human body. 

"Hey, Ernie. Have you seen our mutual friend? He should be here by now", Rika asked, taking two whiskey glasses from the fishmonger's tray.

"He's over there by the bar top. How did you not notice him right away", the squid replied with a grin. 

"Thank you, sweetie, you can go now", Rika nudged Ernie lightly in the back and turned to Catherine. "He's here, just as I thought. Please, Catherine, honey, do me a favour. Just don't stare at his nose, or he'll freak out and we won't get anything out of him".

Catherine shrugged, not fully understanding the last comment. 

"Buggy, mate! You don't change! It's good to see you in good health", Rika said cheerfully as she approached the blue-haired man.

"And hello to you, my cookie", the man turned round in his chair towards the girls. 

Catherine could barely contain her surprise. He was a tall man with blue hair that was covered by a striped bandana. His face was covered with makeup. Lipstick smeared around his mouth, drawn crossed white bones and blue lines near his green eyes adorned the man's face. But the first thing that caught her eye was his red nose. 

"Now I understood why she asked about the circus. Damn, he looks like a clown", the thought flashed through Catherine's mind.

"Please tell me that glass is for me. You owe me one after your loss in our drunken roulette game last month", said Buggy, pointing to the drink.

"Don't remind me of that night, please", Rika rolled her eyes and placed one glass in the clown's hands. 

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. You even went home with a cute cook", he replied with a laugh.

"You're a jerk", Rika replied with a chuckle, sipping her whiskey. 

"I think we figured that out a long time ago. So.. Wait...", Buggy glanced at Catherine, "who's that with you? Is that for me, too? Well, look, Rika, my biscuit, you certainly lost last time, but this is too generous".

"Gross", Catherine cursed out loud.

"What did you just say, cotton candy?" Catherine could hear the irritation in Buggy's voice.

"I said tha….", she didn't finish the sentence. 

"Okay, okay, guys, calm down. We got off on the wrong foot", Rika took Catherine by the shoulder and sat her down at the bar to Buggy’s right. "Buggy, this is Catherine. Catherine, this is Buggy. And I'm not going to ask you to make up on pinky toes. Now let's have a drink to lighten the mood". 

When the waiter brought everyone a glass of whiskey, Rika sat down on Buggy's left. They began to whisper about something. Catherine leaned slightly over the counter to get a better look at his big red nose. 

After a couple of seconds, noticing her interested look in his side-eye, Buggy stood up abruptly and walked away. 

"Could you please not stare? I told you!", said Rika with irritation in her voice. 

"I di…, I didn't... I've never seen anything like it. Is it real?"

"What? His nose? Yes, so what? Do you have a problem with that?" Rika sipped her whiskey, giving Catherine an angry look.

"What? No, I don't. He’s… He's cute. Even with that nose", Catherine blushed a little. 

The girls sat alone for a few minutes, until finally Buggy came back and plumped down on a chair. 

"Hey, fishy, let's have some more whisky! A bottle!" he said, making a characteristic gesture with his hand.

"Look, Buggy", Catherine mumbled, "I'm sorry if I offended you… by staring.. staring at your nose". 

"Baby, I'm Buggy the Genius Jester, you can't offend me", he said with a laugh, "So, Rika, my dear pie, what brings you to me? I'm sure it wasn't just a drink".

Rika cleared her throat.

"Listen, we need to get to the Sabaody Desert. You've been there a few times before, you know the way". 

"Why do you need to go there?" asked Buggy, opening a bottle of whiskey. 

"I'm looking for my sister", Catherine said loudly, she was very surprised at how loud she sounded. 

"And? What do you want from me? Find some young boys or grandfathers, I don't care who will take you there", he sipped the whiskey from the neck of the bottle. 

"But you know those places better than anyone in this town", Rika replied, putting her hand on his shoulder. 

Irritation came over Catherine. She seemed to be wasting her time with meaningless conversations.

"Look, I was told you're the coolest guy in this town", she made air quotes, "And you can be trusted. But the way I see it, you're just a drunken piece of shit". 

She jumped up from her chair. 

"Catherine, calm down and sit", Rika hissed.

"No, let's leave and find someone else. I don't want to waste my time talking to a grown man who painted himself to look like a clown".

"She's so boring, why did you bring her? She's ruining my buzz!", Buggy looked at Rika with surprise, pointing the neck of the bottle at Catherine.

"Don't you dare point that slobber bottle at me, you jerk!" she slapped his arm. 

"Sorry, your highness", he bowed royally. 

Rika threw an angry look at Catherine.

"I said sit down!" she drilled her with her eyes.

"Shit.. Are you sure that jackass is the best and can help us?" Catherine asked with surprise in her voice, pointing at Buggy.

"Baby, I'm the best at everything", he said, running his hand down Catherine's neck.

"Alright, lovebirds, that’s enough", Rika slapped her hands on the table, "Cathie, show him what you showed me". 

Catherine growled and quickly pulled diaries, maps, notes out of her bag and placed them on the table.

"See?" Rika smiled. 

"Fuck me! What's that? You think this is... Coordinates?" Buggy grabbed the diary and started flipping through it. "I wonder... Very interesting. You're not so simple, pumpkin", he reached out and started running his hand through Сatherine's hair. She yanked back.

"There's what you love so much, my dear clown. Treasure! Don't tell me looking at those cards didn't make you think of it", Rika whispered in his ear. 

"I can pay you to take us there. And if there's really something in there. I don't know.. gold or diamonds or women or whatever you want to find, you can have it. Please!" Catherine looked at him with pleading in her eyes.

"Of course, you'll pay, my cotton candy, I wouldn't get out of my chair for free", Buggy glanced at Catherine. She suddenly felt goosebumps run down her spine. "Well, when do we start?"

#one piece #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #buggy x oc #sir crocodile x oc #oc fanfiction #oc character #buggy the clown x oc #sir crocodile one piece #opla buggy x reader #buggy x female reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown #buggy fic #one piece buggy #buggy the pirate #op buggy #opla buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #one piece au

[bwoahtastic]

i think max would love it when everyone comes to cuddle with him in a nest, especially once he‘s really comfortable with everyone. he likes how all the pups (and charles, he has his honorary place on max‘s side) will try to cuddle up against his tummy or chest, even more so because he never really had that in his former pack? :( like the alpha who sired logan never cared all that much and just in general it was never that great and the members not that sweet….he craves the contact and loves it when he‘s buried in pups and the others. daniel is probably like an octopus lol! when everybody is cuddled up he just drapes himself across everyone as best as he can ksks and nico is curled up close to protect everyone ofc

Oh plss Max alwsys purrs the loudest when he is buried in a pack cuddle pile! Logan is snuggled into his chest, snoozy and warm after nursing with momma, and Lil Oscar and Lando are tucked close to him to, with Charles pressed into his other side!

Nico laying down with them in her wolf form, curling arounf as much of her pack as possible and making Max giggle as she licks his cheek! And Dan just flopping himself over everyone, purring and tickling his kiddos until they are giggling too!

Max would love it so so muchhhh

#asks #abo wolves

[emotionally-intuitive-engineer]

What's your fav dad joke to tell?

Mine is how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh? Ten. Ten tickles.

I could really use some dad jokes right now

Mah favorite dad joke? Well, I do definetly like the ones that are just a bunch of puns in a row, and you never know when it'll stop.

It's great to see the look on my kiddos' faces when they think it's over but I sneak one more in there. Electricals ones are my go to; (Watt's up, saying I'm Ohm(home), asking about the current situation, etc)

Scout huffin' and walkin' off always gets me good.

An' tha's a good one, I like it!

#tf2 #team fortress #tf2 engineer #engineer team fortress #team fortress two #engie team fortress #emotionally intuitive engineer #engie tf2 #team fortress 2 #dad engie

[that-gay-person-27]

Spencer Reid imagine part 2

I know I’m probably gonna hate myself for doing this, but here I am…in an elevator going up to the BAU. After thinking it over I decided to hear Spencer out. He had just gotten out of prison, maybe he just wanted to clean himself up, and what the actual fuck am I doing! I would try to turn around but then that familiar ding of the elevator reaching the floor that I know dreaded having to enter. As I walk out of the elevator the first thing I see is Penelope with a blue octopus mug, the twin version of her orange octopus mug.

“Hi lovely! I kind of spied on you through the cameras and made you a cup of tea.” I smiled gratefully at her and very quickly rushed towards her looking for an extremely comforting Penelope Garcia hug. “Am I stupid for doing this Penelope, for talking to Spencer.” “Do you want my honest answer?” “I guess you’re right, here I go I guess?” I walk away from Penelope and walk through the doors of the BAU with my head held high. I scan over the room, not finding the familiar head of messy hair. I spot Rossi and walk towards him to try to find Spencer. “Hey kiddo, how’re you doing.” “As good as I can be considering my current situation…um…is he here?” “The boy genius is just giving Emily a run up of our most recent case, he’ll be a little while longer so why don’t you catch up with the rest of the team? They’ve been missing you.” “I think I’ll do just that, thank you Rossi.” I talk to the rest of the team for a while, completely forgetting about what I was really here to do. Well, that was until I heard a door close, and as I looked over my shoulder there he was. Spencer fucking Reid. I walk towards him, and all that was going through my mind was ‘don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall’. “Hello Spencer.” “Hi, can we talk somewhere else?” “Sure.” We walk out the glass doors of the BAU and around the corner, standing in front of the depressing wall of dead agents. “So…how are you doing?” “Cut the shit Spencer, I just need to know if this Maeve thing is going to be permanent.” “I was going to leave her but…” “But what Spencer, you need to answer me right now. Honestly. Do you still like her, maybe even love her? You have to admit it right now because I can’t go through this any longer.” “I guess so, but I still love you and I want to work this out with you.” “You could’ve gone to anyone else, and yet you went to her. She tore down everything that I helped you get through, and yet you went back to the literal fucking devil incarnate!” “I just wanted to look better, to feel better before I saw you!” “Feel better, what does that mean? Did you fuck her?” Spencer tries to conduct myself, but even the best profilers with the best poker faces have tells. Spencers is that he cannot hold eye contact if he’s guilty. “Holy shit…” “Just listen, let me exp..” “Holy fucking shit! Spencer Reid I am no longer sorry. You are a delusional asshole. I’ll let you pick up your things in a timely matter, because I am still a good person who cares for people even when they have royally fucked up. I hope you have a great life Reid.” I turn to walk away and there’s the rest of the team doing an awful job at acting nonchalant after clearly listening in on my conversation with Reid. Penelope stands there with teary eyes, and so does everyone else. I really wasn’t ready to talk to anyone, so I took a shaky deep breath and walk towards the elevators. The elevator doors open and I walk through the doors, pressing the button to the lobby. Before the doors close, Emily just sneaks through the doors, and as they fully close she pulls me into her arms. Any way of me holding my emotions together was thrown out the window. I fall into her arms and burst into tears. I try to breath but I can’t…I can’t breath! “It’s going to be okay…just breathe with me…in…out…in…out…” I hear a loud buzzing sound and look up to see that Emily has pressed the emergency button that stops the elevator, and that’s how I ended up in an elevator with Emily Prentiss holding me as I cried. Unlike last time I knew what I was going to do next, and that was to move on. Really move on.

The End?

—————————————————————————————————— As of right now I am done with this story, unless you guys think I should start making a story with Emily Prentiss as the love interest, because she is hot as shit! Maybe even continue this story and move on by having a relationship with Emily?

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer #reid #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jj #luke alvez #rossi #gn reader #gxb #gnxb #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x you #Spencer Reid imagine part 2

[dogtoling]

Do you think that octolings from different species (example: Blue-Ringed and Mimc) could have a kiddo together? If so what do you think it would look like? totally not asking this because I have an oc that’s a hybrid between these two specifies noooooooo…(Let’s ignore how I already sent the same ask to Aeriona’s blog, I just like hearing other people’s idea/headcanons lol)

Lol well, yeah I think Octoling hybrids would definitely be a thing, just not something that's very likely. I can't be bothered to look up how closely related blue rings and mimics are but the probability of having a mixed species kid would hinge a lot on that. For example a mix between two different blue-ringed octopus species would be VERY common and they probably hybridize extremely often, but looking at a hybrid between two species from different families is a lot less likely to happen (especially if there's very notable size differences).

Hybrid kids wouldn't always be a 50/50 split between parent species trait-wise. So a mix between a blue-ring and a mimic might just look like a mimic octopus at first glance, but with deadly venom and some rings that are normally hidden. Or it might look like a blue-ringed octopus with unusually long tentacles and weird eyelashes. Idk, I feel like you can do cool things with that.

#mailbox