#she’s gonna go apeshit at some point

[heyyallitssatan]

I have made a fic

Theres the ao3 link if you want it, and the fics under the cut

She was always cold these days.

Frozen limbs, a sheen of frost always coating rarely uncovered skin.

It used to hurt, being so cold all the time, but it didn’t anymore. She didn’t feel it anymore, she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. All her emotions, frozen over, a thick layer of ice exacting them, never to be released.

It hadn’t always been like this. Once, she felt things freely, she felt her hands and toes and her lips weren’t permanently purple.

But that was before, before her mother burned her baby brothers face, before she was dragged off to a mental hospital kicking and screaming, before she gave her life to her brothers, before she became the mother hers could never be, before her life became theirs. But most of all, it was before Touya, her other half, her twin, her warmth, died in a blaze that left behind only a too small jaw bone.

Now was different, now was now, and now she was always too cold.

Her toes were the first to go, probably, but her fingers were the first she noticed.

It had been a year since Touya’s death, she was pouring her father tea when she dropped the pot and broke the cup. Her hands were numb, they always were since that night, and she couldn’t keep a hold of it. She was scolded, and disciplined, for her mistake. She spent hours relearning ho to hold a tea pot so that it didn’t matter if she could feel it or not.

It was almost a full year later when she realised it was her hands and feet she couldn’t feel anymore, she could move them, feel the movement, but she couldn’t feel touch, or warmth, or anything but that numbing cold climbing up her arms and legs.

She stopped using her quirk to do things after that, vowed against it, but it didn’t help. Frost slipped from her numb fingers to crystallise on her glass, her socks froze to the tatami mats of their home, and she didn’t notice.

She learned to watch her hands, and her feet, wherever she went, making sure she kept a fight hold of her quirk.

Her breath was next. She didn’t notice until Natsuo mentioned that her breath was clouding by her mouth, just too cold for the air. She checked, and realised her lips had turned purple at some point, nothing extreme, just a tint to her lips that wasn’t quite natural. She realised her skin had taken on an unnatural blush. She was sixteen when she started wearing make up.

She was twenty now, and the numbing cold had climbed up her arms and legs. Everything below mid thigh and shoulder was numb now. She had taken to always wearing thick covering clothes. She wore thick pants and long skirts no matter the weather. Sweaters and long sleeve blouses in the middle of summer. She had always been cold natured, no one noticed.

No one noticed, until she started wearing gloves. They were nice, expensive, and specially made to keep out the cold. If they could keep it out, they could keep it in. People noticed, gloves were too weird, but she was always cold, maybe it was okay.

She couldn’t keep her hands from frosting over anymore, and they always looked a bit blue, she thought that was more worrisome than gloves.

She was right.

She had taken to the hottest showers she could get, and when that wasn’t enough to warm her limbs, she went further. She had the body for a fire quirk, the heat couldn’t hurt her. She started boiling water in the middle of the night, when everyone else was long since asleep, it wasn’t like she could join them anymore. She was always careful to take the kettle of the stove before it could squeal, she cared infinitely more that her brothers got enough sleep than if she got warm. She’d finally take her gloves off, and pour the water over her hands in the sink, fill a small tub to set her feet in, all the while rising steam warmed her lungs.

It was as close as she could get to being warm again. It was as close as she could get to Touya again. Though, she supposed his body was just as cold as hers now. Those were dark thoughts, thoughts she only gave voice to on late nights like these, when no one was around to see the tears freeze to her waterline.

She was always cold, always numb, but she could still feel some things. Love for her brothers, all of them, was the first thing on that list, and sometimes the only thing.

Tonight was one of those times, when she was watching her Father and her baby brother fighting Touya. That was Touya, he was alive. He was alive.

That was all she could think about, he was alive. She lost control of the frost, it was covering the floor her feet were on, the couch she was sat on, little bits of it had started creeping up Natsuo.

She didn’t notice until he yelled at the cold. What did he know about the cold?

For the first time in a long time, her ice cracked.

She couldn’t bring herself to care that he was a villain, she couldn’t care about all the people he’d killed in the process, she couldn’t even herself to care that he’d attacked their Father.

She cared that he’d attacked Shoto of course, but that could be addressed later, after she’d seen him in person, confirmed it was really him, that he was really alive.

She never let herself consider it before, not even in the dead of night when no one was around to see the tears that never fell, it was the only thought she could never let herself give a voice to.

But it was true, he was here, he was alive.

He was gone again.

He left after the stunt, as quickly as he came. But she knew he was alive now, she found him once, she could find him again.

She hated her Father most of the time, deep down under cracking ice that let thoughts like that seep through now, but she couldn’t argue that his connections were helpful, and so was his money. She could afford to pay them to help her, and then to pay them again to keep silent. She couldn’t tell anyone what she was doing, Father would be so angry, and so would Natsuo. She didn’t know how Shoto and Rei would react, but she couldn’t risk that they’d tell the others, she had to do this alone. But what else was new.

She found him easy enough, about two weeks later. It was easy enough she didn’t think he was really hiding anymore. If he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t have, he proved that many many years ago.

She sent him a message, through a hired hand, telling him to meet her at a nearby cafe, one considered neutral ground, where heroes and villains and vigilantes could meet without worrying about sides and fights. It was safe for them.

He met her there, he expected she’d been the one to send the message, the only one who would’ve wanted to meet him, the only one brave enough, even if she never saw herself that way.

He saw her, sitting at a little two person table with a coffee in hand. She drank too much coffee when they were younger, after Rei was taken, and he can’t imagine she dropped the habit, and if the shaking of her hands is any indication, it’s only gotten worse.

He sat down next to her, and she stared at him for a minute, not saying a word, but she didn’t smile at him, not a rare real smile that she showed only in the safest most vulnerable moments, not even the fake smile she used to placate Enji and calm Natsuo and Shoto. They never noticed, never noticed that that smile didn’t make her eyes twinkle quite the same, didn’t make her nose scrunch up just a bit. It fooled everyone else, but he had been there since she was born, he grew up with that smile, and he knew the difference.

Now she only watched him, and him her. She pushed a coffee toward him, and he broke his gaze just long enough to take a sip. He judged her coffee habit, but he wasn’t much better, at least when they younger, and she knew his order by heart.

That wasn’t his order, at least not his old one, rather it was closer to his order now. A White Russian, and it looked like she was sipping on the same.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since Shoto and Natsu left and it’s just me and dad in the house.”

He huffed a humourless laugh, and so did she. Frosty breath fogged in front of her as she did, and that’s when he took note of the thick sweater, and winter pants, and gloves, all in the middle of August.

He was always hot, and honestly he was itching to get out of the meagre layers he was in now. He didn’t know why she was wearing so many thick layers, sure she was always cold, but he was pretty sure she was never ‘parka in summer’ cold. When he said as much she just huffed another laugh and shrugged.

He grabbed her hand, and she flinched, and that almost hurt, but it wasn’t the flinch of a civilian who just got grabbed by an S rank villain, it was the flinch of an abused little girl that hadn’t expected anyone to touch her. Scratch that, it hurt worse.

He wasn’t a family man, he hated Rei for abandoning them, He hated Enji for obvious reasons, he didn’t quite hate Shoto, but he was certainly angsty that he replaced him, and at best he felt indifference towards Natsuo. For some reason, he could never find it in himself to hate Fuyumi. Even at the lowest, when he hated the entire world, he couldn’t hate her. He could only remember how she patched his wounds, cooled his burns, loved him through everything, despite everything. He didn’t have room in his charred heart to live anymore, but she was spilling over with it, love for her brothers, her students, anyone who walked through their home. She even found it in herself to love some part of their parents, a part long gone, but she remembers it, loves it.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be that strong, that brave. He left, he was a coward. But she stayed, protected her brothers, took care of them, carried the burdens of her family all alone.

He was built for the cool calm of the ice, but he got fire.

She watched him closely, her brother, Touya, Dabi, she didn’t care what his name was now, he was her brother, and he was alive.

She saw how his skin was stapled together, skin grafts and burns patched together. It almost looked like her first attempt at quilting, before she realised she was better at crochet. It was ugly and uneven, but she loved it anyway.

She saw the heat that radiated from his skin, a heat she had felt when they were young, heat that warmed her too cold skin, that fought the frostbite that threatened to over take her at every turn, when she couldn’t control her quirk as well. She missed that heat, until it grabbed her hand, warmth seeping through her glove.

She flinched, and she saw the hurt that crossed his face. She never meant to abuse that look, never meant to hurt him. She wasn’t scared of him, how could she be?

He was her brother, even after everything, he was still that. And she loved her brothers so much. More than herself.

She loved Touya, she loved that he could get angry. He could show his anger in ways she couldn’t, he was free and expressive in a way she couldn’t be. Her thoughts and feelings were numbed, hidden under layers of ice, but not his. They burned hot and bright and he made you see them, see him.

She wished she could be so visible.

But he cracked her ice, with each day she saw the breaks get wider, deeper, and things started leaking out. Her hatred for their father, something she buried so deep inside she could never feel more than the barest irritation at him, a super volcano hidden beneath the ice, ready to explode.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be so strong as to let herself blow up, not like him. She wishes she could.

She was built for raging fire, but she got ice.

He grabbed her hand, much to both of their surprise. He pulled off her glove, and she let him. He winced at the sight of her hand, cold and pale. She was watching him, holding her hand so gently in his, but she didn’t react.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, like she feared if she spoke any louder it would stop, like she only knew how to speak softly and calmly, but her face betrayed nothing. She had schooled her expression into blank calm so long ago it seemed she had forgot how to make anything else.

“What?”

He sounded angry, his voice always sounded angry, burnt thought scratching against his vocal cords, matching his permanently scowling face, made that way through surgeries or circumstance, no one knew.

“I can feel your hand, it’s warm,” her voice finally expressed something besides soft and calm observation, something akin to awe, surprise maybe?

She hadn’t felt warmth, or anything really, in her hands in so long, she couldn’t remember it.

He seemed to understand, he knew how her quirk worked as well as she did, and he knew what it felt like to use his quirk without her there, burning from the inside out. He imagined freezing was similar, her nerves were dead, just like his.

She felt his heat bleed into her hand at the same time it seemed as though the cold seeped into his.

They sat like that for only a moment, before it began to hurt. Permanent frostbite meant permanent numbness, and as she warmed up for the first time in years she could finally feel the pain that followed numbness. She knew he felt the same.

It had been too long, they had been without their balance too long, and now it hurt too much to go back.

They sat for awhile, but they didn’t say much, there’s was too much to say, too many years to relive, but nothing felt important enough to say.

Fuyumi knew she wouldn’t stop his goals, she didn’t try. He knew he couldn’t get her to come with him, he didn’t try. They should’ve tried.

They left, unfinished drinks still sitting on the table.

They didn’t say goodbye, they didn’t say anything. They just walked away, in opposite directions. Neither of them favoured literature, neither of them ever read Orpheus’ story, neither of them had ever learned his lesson.

They both turned around, wanting just one last glimpse of their sibling, their twin, their balance, before they left for good, before this became their new before.

They turned, and looked, and ran.

They hugged, the only ones who could touch each other with freezing or burning, the only ones immune to the pain the other lives everyday with. They couldn’t hug for long, their balance wasn’t right anymore, it hurt too much, too many jagged edges cutting against each other, two extremes that never should have met, but never could have left each other alone.

They hugged, it hurt, they didn’t stop.

They whispered, in equally trained voices, with equally drilled expressions, each others names, the only names they ever really felt like they owned.

“Ya-nii”

“Yu-nee”

Then, after a moment longer, they pulled apart, blood evaporating on skin, tears freezing on waterlines, they turned and left. And they both smiled, as close to the real smiles they wore as kids as they thought they would ever get again.

Touya wasn’t made for love, he was made for rage, clawing at his throat until he let it out.

Touya wasn’t made for love, but maybe there was an exception.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, she was made for love, care and protection overflowing from her like the tears she couldn’t shed.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, but the cracks were growing, and lava lived beneath her ice.

They were polar opposites, one left and the other stayed. One killed, the other saved. One burned, the other froze. But they were cut from the same cloth, a cloth woven of love and rage, and when you looked closely, ice burns as bright as fire.

#I spent like four hours writing this #I have not had it beta’d #best of luck #fuyumi todoroki #dabi #touya todoroki #enji todoroki #endeavor #rei todoroki #they’re both bad parents #big sister fuyumi #big brother Touya #canon compliant #mostly #I’m just filling some of canons plot holes #bnha #mha #Todoroki family #keeping up with the todorokis #fuyumi is on the verge #she’s gonna go apeshit at some point #Dabi will sit there and watch #he might offer pointers #hell most likely just refuse to help anyone #but he will occasionally throw fire balls at anyone etfmpgibg to intervene #they both deserve it #enjoy ig #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 link

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

re the dazai stan: i dislike callout posts as a rule so i'm not gonna be tagging or linking her. i will say, some of her takes are both entertaining and stuff i agree with. but she's also out here suicide-baiting so uh,,, let's move right past that dumpster fire

#like if you want to make a point. death threats and suicide baiting is Not how you do that wtf #like i can see where she's coming from?? i came back to bsd after a while in genshin and uh #some of the fandom's takes are INSANE and VERY VERY BAD so i like. i get the anger #sometimes i too want to go apeshit #especially when i see how bad the takes are #but also she's harrassing people about it and like cmon. they're fictional. step back from the keyboard #all this to say: i personally dislike callout posts but after giving her the benefit of the doubt i'm gonna go with uh. girl get off the #internet for a bit #aint no excuse for dickheadery #also her writing style is Very Twitter unsurprisingly lol

[cherllyio]

WTF IS THAT - Monkey Rambling/Theory time

I was rewatching some old scenes for *cough*,

(resarch for a really long theory)(My hyperfixation is the only thing kepping me alive at this point, please help)

AND I SAW THAT, BECAUSE I HADNT NOTICED THAT.

So, i immedatly turned to my friend @lu-zijing, and started a theory spree.(Im so sorry, zijing-)

But then, luckily, she came with an answer:

"What if it is his clones?", And holy shit, she is right.

So... i started building onto that theory, more specifically on what that would mean for future battles in the show. ESPICALLY FOR THE "MK GOING APESHIT SCENE" WE ARE NERVOUSLY WAITING FOR.

Imagine if they, like in the "Duplication" ep, start getting their own personalitys, the more MK uses them! And these "clones" arent small either! They are way bigger than Azure in that scene!! Thoughs clones are probaly the same height of smaller mountains!

The Clones would absolutly take over/destroy the city!! Like... all the past villians in earlier seasons!

THIS WOULD NOT HELP MK, WITH HIS GUILT COMPLEX!

Anyway, thanks to @lu-zijing(also known as The Amethyst Archer), go check her out. She started my thought train soooo....

Ha ha.... I may contiue this with more planned out thoughts, but for the time being im just gonna...

We are suffering together

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mk #lmk theory #lmk analysis #lmk monkey mk #my brain is an ever lasting lego monkie kid and it wont stop #hyperfixation #lmk season 5 #lmk azure lion #lmk monkie mk #lmk monkie kid #lmk season 4 #lmk season four

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hello!! Can I request the Dimetrescu’s? Y/N being extremely possessive :) Like so possessive to the point that if any of the maids even glanced at them with any sort of intention Y/N just goes fucking apeshit? Better yet, Heisenberg says something at a meeting (or whatever they do) about the dimetrescu’s and Y/N Legit threatens him? Lmao, I just see it being a funny concept of Y/N having the personality of a feral dog and the ladies are just: “Awe, they’re so adorable 🥰🥰🥰”

Yeah! Feral Y/N is a funny idea. I’ve definitely gotten into a few physical fights defending girlfriends (And being jealous) before. I got this. I went in a more protective direction for some, though. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is quite possessive of you, that’s for sure. However, what she doesn’t know is that you are also very possessive of her.

When Alcina has to go to family meetings, she occasionally takes you along.

One time, Karl was starting his usual insults and ragging on Alcina, but you weren’t having it.

You marched straight over to him and got up in his face. “You got a problem with my girl, Karl?” You ask, pissed.

Karl was surprised to see you getting so angry at him. He thought you two were good friends.

“Well, I was just-” Karl begins.

“You were just what, huh?” You say pushing him pretty hard.

Karl was caught off guard and fell on his ass from you shoving him.

You stand over him and hold him down with your foot on his chest. “Are we gonna have any more problems, Karl? I think you should apologize to Alcina, now.” You tell him and grind your foot harder on his chest.

Karl coughs and splutters from the weight of your foot on him, but manages to wheeze out “Sorry!”

You’re satisfied and take your foot off his chest. “Great!” You say and happily go back to snuggle with Alcina.

Alcina is blushing like mad and feels a little bit aroused from your display. She’ll make sure to “Thank you” later.

Bela:

You and Bela enjoy going for walks around the village. It’s usually peaceful, but sometimes villagers approach to insult Bela and blame the Lords for all of the problems in the village.

Bela is incredibly upset when this happens. She’s unsure of what to do, but you have no problem standing up for her.

On one walk, a villager sneers at you and Bela and starts spouting vitriol. Bela begins to shut down. You’re pissed.

“Hey, why don’t you look in the fucking mirror and realize that your life sucks because of you. Quit blaming others for your problems, idiot!” You yell and protectively push Bela behind you.

The villager is livid and comes over to sock you in the face. You beat him to it. You punch the ever loving shit out of him and he goes falling over, yelping in pain.

“Try it again, asshole!” You scream and lean over him.

Bela, sensing that you’re getting even angrier, frantically tugs you away and guides you back to the castle.

Once you two are a safe distance away, you turn to Bela. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Bela giggles and cups your face with her hands. “I’m fine, Y/N. But it is nice to know that I have my own bodyguard now.” She says and kisses you.

You’d be her bodyguard anytime. You love her so much.

Cassandra:

Cass hates when she has to meet with prospective clients for the wine business. Typically, this is Bela’s job, but her older sister is helping Alcina with something else today so here she is.

The only upside is that you’re here with her. As you two wait for the client, she talks to you and gives you little pecks on the cheek. It’s nice.

When the client does show up, 15 minutes late, Cass adopts an air of professionalism (Which is kinda hot to see) and welcomes the sleazy guy in.

You don’t like the way he’s looking at Cass and you shoot daggers at him the whole time.

Towards the end of the meeting, it’s clear the guy doesn’t want to do business but rather wants to take Cass on a date.

“I’d be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.” He tells her. Cass just scoffs, but you see red.

“Actually, she’s taken, buddy.” You say standing up and escorting the guy out.

“Thanks for wasting our time today. Don’t ever come back or we’re gonna have a problem, understand?” You threaten and literally push him out the door. The guy looks like a deer in headlights as you close the door in his face.

You turn to Cass… Who looks really turned on.

“Bedroom… Now.” She says, breathing heavily.

Hell yeah, this day isn’t turning out to be bad at all.

Daniela:

Dani is so sweet. Sometimes, she has difficulty standing up for herself. That’s why it’s good she has you.

Certain maids, who have been employed at the castle for a while, feel that they shouldn’t have to do as much for Dani because she always “Makes the worst messes”. However, they’re often pretty rude about it.

One morning, Dani comes across a maid that she has known for years. You just happen to be with her.

“Hello, Ingrid! Would you mind changing the sheets on my bed and just straightening up my room a bit? I’d really appreciate it!” She says in her usual cheery voice.

Ingrid just rolls her eyes and huffs. “You know, Lady Daniela, it might be good for you to start doing your own chores for once. Either way, I don’t have time today.” She says and walks off with a grunt.

Dani is close to tears at the rude way Ingrid just spoke to her. That makes you extremely angry.

“Hey, Ingrid. Come back over here.” You order between clenched teeth.

The maid groans and walks back over. “What?” She spits.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re employed in the castle as a maid. In fact, you are assigned to Daniela personally, right? So why don’t you suck it up and go do your job before I report you to the Countess for insubordination. Got it?” You seethe.

At the mention of Alcina, the maid stands up straight and nods her head before hurrying to clean Daniela’s room.

You roll your eyes at the little chicken shit, but Dani tackles you and covers your face in kisses.

“My hero!” Dani exclaims. You’re happy you were able to help.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[trans-queen-administrator]

Can't sleep, just gonna summarize an old fanfic idea that I never wrote but I'm still fond of and I had a lot planned. Simurgh attacks instead of Leviathan, the entire fic takes place in the quarantine zone.

It was gonna be sort of shuffling around points of view to show all the people affected, but the main character would be Lisa who would second trigger after Coil's base collapsed and killed Dinah, which led to Taylor blaming herself and attempting suicide. Her new power would essentially take away her ability to analyze anything but people, but now she can tell pretty much everything about someone and figure out how to get them to do what she wants. She manages to save Taylor after the attempt and slowly nurses her back to health, and because she's incredibly shaken she absolutely never talks to Taylor without controlling the entire conversation with her power to have it go how she wants. Extremely overprotective, obsessed, and manipulative, which leads to Taylor being overly dependent on Lisa.

Labyrinth is also having a terrible terrible time! She was already having a bad day, and the Simurgh's song pushed her over the brink to just have no control over her powers. While they attempt to calm her down so they can get out of the city with her, Elle accidentally kills Faultline and Newter, and has a fun little mental breakdown over it. Gregor eventually calms her down and comforts her, but with the guilt over killing two of her closest friends she's constantly having worse days than she ever has, with her power's altering of space expanding to a range similar to the size of Taylor's bug control. Entire swaths of the city, unusable when she's there, while Gregor just keeps trying to help her get better because he's a lovely person.

The PRT tries to use some of Bakuda's bombs on the Simurgh when the fight starts going to shit. A direct hit turns one of her wings to glass, and it fell off her to the ground. She dodged the next bomb, telekinetically tossing it aside and boosting its trajectory with some tinkertech to send it flying out of the city. Thanks to the Simurgh, the bomb lands directly on and instantly kills the Butcher all the way over in Boston, which lets Bakuda instantly break out of the transport and make her way back to Brockton Bay for revenge (and also for the tail end of the Simurgh fight, she drives her off), even more insane and murderous than before.

The Travelers are understandably having a bit of a terrible time dealing with all this. Noelle went apeshit and forced her way out of the base, which is what led to it collapsing and killing Dinah (and Jess, who is too sane for all this), and she began touching all the capes she could find to get clones to fight the Simurgh with. She makes everything worse, although the fight was already going poorly, and now that the fight is over there's still dozens of evil clones running around locked inside the dome with everyone else. The quarantine zone is being much more tightly patrolled since the Butcher and a ton of clones are in there, so the Travelers are forced to stay there for now. Luke leaves the group pretty early, he was looking for an excuse to do that in canon anyway. They do need massive amounts of meat for Noelle, and the butchers and supermarkets run out quick, so Krouse persuades Noelle to start eating people he kills for her. I wasn't sure if he would hide the source or if Noelle would know and still get convinced to eat it, but either way it would be a bucket of fun. Mars finally musters up the will to leave the group after that, which leads Noelle to get even more deranged.

Pretty much, the two major forces in the city are Echidna and the Teeth, and they create enough chaos that people not on either side can't really just get by peacefully. Labyrinth, Gregor, Lisa, Taylor, and a few others all band together in a third group thats just trying to survive and support each other. Taylor insisted they try to help feed other people trapped in the zone and Lisa talked her into believing that was a dumb idea.

Parian stuck around in the city to try and help get her family out, and is now trapped in the increasingly violent zone when she really doesn't want to fight. Unfortunately for her, she's forced into the Teeth, who figure out she can do some wacky stuff with skin. Bakuda takes an interest in her when she realizes telekinesis plus bombs is pretty fun, occasionally threatening to die in front of her to always be in Sabah's mind. Eventually Sabah escapes the Teeth and joins Tattletale's crew, where she swears off any and all violence no matter what. Mars is also there doing the same thing, they're both just sick of capes and all it entails. They want to be normal and happy and not deal with their friends eating people or being forced to flay others. Eventually this buds into a romantic relationship, and they find genuine comfort and love in each other even with such a horrible environment. Sabah teaches Mars how to sew, and Mars teaches her how to dance, and neither of them thought they really loved those activities anymore, but when either of them watch their girlfriend learn and smile and love those things it feels like their passion for the arts has just been completely renewed. They're happy together.

So then Bakuda comes after Sabah to get her back and Mars incinerates the Butcher by accident while trying to protect her girlfriend. Woooo.

Clockblocker was trapped under some rubble he froze so it wouldn't crush him, unable to escape and forced to stay there as the song droned and his power lasted the full 10 minutes. He swore he'd rather die than let the Simurgh twist him, but he kept freezing the rubble for almost an hour until someone else trapped in the city saved him. Riddled with guilt and self loathing, he wants to be mean to Taylor but she's just kinda pathetic with how much Lisa wrapped her around her thumb so it falls flat.

Theo is getting groceries when the sirens go off and Purity just fucking leaves him behind, same trigger and power as canon. Rip bozo.

There would be a giant showdown between Butcher Sundancer and Echidna. They were best friends and both of them have been twisted by something inside them into beasts who are trying to tear each other apart. At this point with all the fighting like half the city is rubble, and Tattletale + friends are caught in the crossfire of clones and bombs and fire and are desperately trying to get out. Noelle doesn't have perfect control of her clones, and eventually one lands a lucky shot and kills Marissa. Now Echidna is the Butcher, woooo.

She gives up having reason, she's just on a rampage now. She attacks Lisa's group, and they escape but she gets Taylor inside her, eventually Lisa coordinates an attack where Ballistic launches the glassified Simurgh wing at Noelle, Theo grows a bunch of hands out of it inside her to lock it in, and Clockblocker freezes it so she cant escape without dying. I think I just liked the symbolism of it being the Simurgh's wing and I completely forgot that she can teleport now. Whoops. Doesn't matter.

Noelle escapes, and is fucking them up. All is lost, but Scion appears and stops her because like, that's what he does. He completely atomizes her. Nothing but golden light left. Even the people inside are gone, including Taylor.

Lisa loses it and goes on a five minute power-assisted rant where she verbally eviscerates Scion, says she hopes it still hurts that he's alone, says he's worthless, just destroys the little bastard in a grief induced rage. She doesn't even care that her power told her he'll kill everything one day if left alone, she just wants to take out this rage on him. Scion kills himself after 5 minutes of Lisa tearing into him, its implied this was the Simurgh's end goal or whatever, Lisa saved the universe and she doesn't give a shit, Taylor is gone.

So she does the logical thing and kidnaps Taylor's Echidna clone, ties her to a chair, and warps her mind with constant conversation with the end goal of getting her Taylor back. Her power tells her the entire time that this isn't Taylor, it's someone who looks like her but can only hate, and she doesn't give up. I think it works out for her, Contessa owes her a favor now and helps her out with getting Taylor back from something that was never her. This shit was bleak and needed a happy ending. There were even more plotlines I never touched on, I had plans for everyone who made it out of the city too, but this is long so I'm just gonna post now.

#wormfic #worm fanfic #i think having insanely detailed fics that you never write is essential to grow as a person #the best story ever lives in my mind and you cant read it

[novelcain]

Okay, okay okay… I’ve had a little headcannon rattling around my head for awhile now…

AND I NEEEEEED TO SHARE IT!!!😆

Okay SO, Ao Lie is referenced as being a “young Dragon” right??

Well what if he’s actually the Dragon equivalent of a Teenager? Meaning he’s literally a traumatized child! (Because apparently his dad was totally okay with Ao being sentenced to death by the Jade dumb-dumb) and this realization makes reader unlock the most terrifying ability possible… Parental RAGE!! 😈

I could seriously imagine reader just going absolutely Apeshit on some poor soul, who thought they could get Tcherpitaka by targeting his “horse”.

She’s all like: “HOW! FUCKING! DARE YOU!!! You think it’s acceptable to attack kids!?! Do you! DO YOU!!! Well guess what pal, I’m gonna make sure you NEVER have children of your own!!”

The lowly demon: crying, shaking, and curled on the floor… “I-I’m s-sorry.. p-please, have m-mercy..”😭

Sun Wukong: … (possibly, slightly turned on)😏

Brought to you by the musings of a Pumpkin.. 🎃

I fucking love this headcanon. Your mind is a truly beautiful place Pumpkin.

Alternatively tho~ I see your reader threatening a random demon and raise you reader threatening Ao Run the Dragon King of the Western fuckin Sea:

It was no secret that after finding out that Ao Lie was essentially the dragon equivalent of a teenager you had become protective of the former death row convict. You couldn't believe that any parent would willingly send their child off to their demise over some property damage. Even if the property in question was a bunch of magical pearls.

Over time, you became something of a mother figure to the young dragon. Making sure he didn't overwork himself. Pushing him to pursue hobbies and further his education. And doting on him in general. Ao Lie soaked up every bit of praise and didn't miss a single opportunity to rub it in the other disciples' faces. Especially Wukong, who silently grew more and more jealous with every interaction between you and the prince. "Why the hell can't you stroke my fur like that," he'd pout quietly to himself.

And then one day, the group ended up in the Dragon Palace of the Western Sea, and all hell proceeded to break loose. The moment you laid eyes on the Dragon King himself you shouted, "YOU!"

"Oh no," lamented Tripitaka.

"You son of a bitch!" You pointed at Ao Run. Wukong slapped his hand over his mouth to stop from bursting out laughing while Tripitaka began to silently weep, both Bajie and Wujing gasped and stared wide eyed at you in disbelief, and Ao Lie's—who was in dragon form—jaw hit the floor.

"Pardon me—"

"Shut up," you cut off the king causing the massive dragon to scoff in indignation, and that sound alone made Wukong unable to hold his laughter back any further. Tripitaka let out a sob and fell to the floor with his head in his hands. Bajie ran to grab you. Wujing tried to apologize. Lie shrunk in on himself in look as small as possible, hoping to avoid his father's wrath.

"You bitches shut up too," you yelled at the gang and slapped Bajie across the face when he tried to clamp his hand over your mouth, "And don't touch me!"

At this point, Wukong was rolling on the floor as Bajie stumbled to hide behind Wujing while holding his abused cheek, and Tripitaka was praying to Buddha to be merciful to his soul when he meets his gruesome demise.

The young woman simply ignored her companions and proceeded to ring out the Dragon King of the Western Sea for his awful parenting methods for the next hour.

By the end, Ao Lie had begun crying and took a half human form to hug you. You gently patted the young prince on the back, glaring at his father, who was looking rather ashamed by now. The Dragon King hung his head while his entire court watched in awe as you chewed him out. The king wouldn't admit it, but you were getting heated to the point that he was worried you'd insure he'd never have another child to mistreat again.

Wukong had sat down to get a more comfortable view of the show but also to hide that he was just a little bit aroused by your protective nature. He couldn't help but wonder what your thoughts on children were.

#fucking hell this ended up longer than i meant for it to be so i am not editing it whatever mistakes it holds will be cemented forever #but this was incredibly fun to write nonetheless #🎃 anon #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west skit #journey to the west #journey to the west x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #ao lie #white dragon horse #ao run/ao ji #dragon king of the western sea #sun wukong #wukong #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king #monkey king x reader #tripitaka #tang sanzang #zhu bajie #bajie #sha wujing #wujing

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

How do you think Ghost would react if Jade was to ever get injured?? Or if he saw it happen that is.

Hello anon! ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

(this is gonna be so fuxking long I'm sorry it turned into an angsty fic at the end my apologies)

So it depends on the severity of the injury:

If it's a light injury where Jade can still fight and walk, he'd ask her if she's alright, then patches her up afterwards with a light convo.

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If Jade got hurt in a way that disabled her mobility (but not that lethal), he'd go apeshit at first, "Fuck! Midget you okay?!" and when she goes, "I'm good! Can't say I can move much--" he'd HAUL HER ARSE to his arms to safety while clearing the area nearby from enemies.

Then when he patches her up, he'd be MAD at her first, "Don't bloody fucking do that again, you hear me?!" "Do what?" "Get fucking shot!" "That's beyond my control and you know that."

"You could've ducked down and avoided the line of fire." "Beanpole." "Thank fuck you only got shot on the side." "Ghost." "If you got hurt in other places and I couldn't get to you in time you'd be a fucking goner right about now!" "SIMON!"

When he heard his first name coming out of her mouth, he finally stopped and looked at her. "...Sorry. I just--" "Hey, I'm still here. See? I'm okay. I'm still talking to you." "Just... Be careful. Please."

"Okay." She'd smile, "I promise I'll be careful." Then he'd go back to be the mean Ghost, "Next time you're injured I'm not carrying you again." "Wait. I thought I'm a midget? Carrying me should be an easy fit, right?" "I'm still not carrying you."

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If it's lethal, where she loses consciousness (say, her shoulder got hit and it's quite dangerously close to her chest), Ghost would shout profanities before requesting medic in the shakiest voice ever into the radio. After he cleared the place from enemies, Ghost would crawl to Jade's side, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Midget. Midget, talk to me." He needed to make sure she's not disoriented and getting oxygen into her brain. But when she only mumbled weakly, "Ghost..." His panic only grew.

(Oh my Lord I have an idea bear with me on this one)

As his shaky hands tried to put pressure on the wound, he kept trying to talk to her, "Stay with me, Jade. Help is coming, you hear me? Just stay with me." Despite his efforts, Ghost saw her green eyes started to lose focus. "Hey. Hey hey hey look at me. You'll be alright. Stay with it. It's nothing. Just look at me."

Chuckling painfully at his panicked voice, the woman on the ground smiled, "There's... Not much to look at... You know."

Ghost didn't know what washed over him, but he lifted one of his hands and swiftly removed his skull mask, revealing the most worried face of Simon Riley ever. His black warpaint around his eyes started to fade from sweat, his hair a complete mess, and his big, brown eyes full of concern and distress, staring down at her. "There. Better now?"

Despite the searing pain on her shoulder, Jade grinned, "...Better."

Just after saying that word, her eyes started to unfocus again, almost losing consciousness at the loss of blood. Ghost kept calling her name, and at some point, she swore she heard 'Lottie!' from him before she closed her eyes.

Soap and Gaz was there to accompany Ghost as they wait on Jade's surgery. He hid his face with the palm of his hands as he couldn't breathe with the mask on. Usually he finds comfort beneath the mask, but suddenly it was torturingly suffocating, so he chose not to wear it.

When Jade's finally out of surgery, the three men looked at her laying figure on the bed. However, despite Soap's attempt to make him stay by her side, Ghost decided to walk away into a secluded area and took out his anger by having a very shaky and panicked smoking session.

Why didn't he protect her? How did the enemy get to her? He should've stayed close to her. What if she didn't make it? What if she died? A thousand what ifs filled his restless mind. His mind was so loud, too fucking loud.

He sat there for hours and hours, before he heard Gaz's voice calling him on the side. "Ghost, thought you'd be here."

The lieutenant only sat in silence as his eyes was glued to the ground, looking at the 5 burned cigs.

"She's awake, Lt., Soap's with her. Kept asking for you." The sergeant spoke, but Ghost didn't move. Gaz only sighed, before saying again, "She told me to tell you, 'Don't smoke too much. It's bad for your lungs.'"

Upon hearing that, the man finally looked up at his teammate, and Gaz could definitely tell that tears had been running down his superior officer's cheek with the faded streams of his black warpaint.

Wearing his mask again, Ghost walked to Jade's room with Gaz as he found Soap conversing with the woman herself. She's still laid on the bed, face pale, and red hair so messy it entangled with each other, yet her face was as cheerful as always as she trade jokes with the sergeant.

When both of them saw Ghost, Soap stood up and left the room along with Gaz, leaving the both of them alone.

The first one to speak was the injured woman. "Are you okay? I can't see your face, but the paint around your eyes are almost gone." She gestured at his covered face.

Ghost only sighed as he sat on where Soap was earlier, "How about you focus on yourself for once, Midget. How're you doin'?"

"Well, I'm so high on pain killers right now, so It's mostly numb, but other than that I'm good." She answered tiredly. "Now your turn. Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Jade."

"Wh- why are you sorry?"

"I should've took control of the situation. If we knew it was an ambush you would not be here." Ghost spoke to her.

"But I am here, Ghost." He cut him off before the voices inside his head took over. "I'm still here. It was an ambush. We couldn't do anything about it. We held them off, we both are here, and that's what matters." Jade looked straight at his eyes, not realising that her hands already held his.

For a moment they only sat there with their hands gripping firmly together, looking at each other, taking in the fact that the ambush was over, and that they're here. Alive.

Ghost took a deep breath, gently pulling her hand away from his. "Still, I'm sorry I wasn't here. I was... Taking a cig."

Jade smiled, "No worries. You're here now, aren't you?"

"And you can take off the mask here, Ghost. It's just me."

Considering that, Ghost nodded and took off his skull mask.

"Oof. You look like a mess." Jade responded upon seeing his face.

"Have you looked at a mirror lately?" Both warriors laughed at each other, conversing at how Jade heard someone call her first name, but Ghost answered with "You must be hearing things."

After some time, Jade yawned in front of him.

"You should sleep."

"Yeah, maybe I should..." She answered tiredly, before shifting herself into a sleeping position.

But realizing the situation at hand, Jade said again, "Are you gonna stare at me or..."

"I'll go."

As Ghost was about to stand up, he felt her hand grabbed his.

"Can you please stay?"

Seeing her puppy eyes and that tone of voice, Ghost sat back down, "...Fine. Sleep."

The next day, she woke up with him sleeping soundly under the mask on the chair beside her bed.

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OOOOKAYYY I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THAT BUT YEAH.

Hope you like this self-indulgent impromptu fic! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

#WROTE A WHOLE ASS FIC AT THE END HAH #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #simon ghost riley #charlottte jade le jardin #sleepy answers #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #ghost x oc #ghost x jade #call of duty oc #cod oc

[ponyosmom35]

friendly debates

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter seven!

summary: debating with Soap at the dinner table makes even Ghost laugh.

warnings: none, super fluffy

Liability masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“Dogs are superior by a longshot. They have more personality when it comes to their breed, and not every dog is the same. Some are really friendly and kind, and others will maul you to death. Cats are just... Cats” Soap explains, watching her eyes widen in response to him. The pair had been arguing about this for ten minutes when Gaz had mentioned his partner wanting to get a pet. Which he now regretted bringing up. 

“are you shitting me Johnny? what are you even saying! all dogs are the exact same, they love you, they follow you around, they need you. Cats each have distinct personalities, never met two similar in my life!”

“That's where you're wrong. Dogs all have different personalities Cats are the exact same. They all act like little shits, they look at you, meow, and then claw up your stuff and destroy it. Plus, dogs aren't dicks like cats are.”

“All of the dogs I had growing up were the same, they're lovable don't get me wrong! But they chose their person and they love them, you don't have to work for it. With a cat you've got to earn their respect and their love, it's something you have to work for, meaning its more worthwhile to own a cat” she defends

“They make you earn their trust and affection because they are the true assholes. Dogs are way better than cats”

Kyle makes eye contact with Price and Ghost as they enter the room, he runs over and grabs them “you guys gotta hear this” 

“sometimes they are assholes, I'll admit it. But that's personality baby! I swear one day I'm gonna have like five cats” she says, trying to keep her cool as Price and Ghost sit down next to them. She glances at Ghost sitting across from her and qucikly looks back to Johnny.

“I hate cats. I swear if you get a cat I'm gonna go apeshit on you”

“are you asking me to chose between you and the cats?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking”

“cats every time” she answers without hesitation, causing the table to erupt in laughter. All but one, smiling at her antics. 

“Damn. You're brutal” Kyle comments 

“don't fuck with me about cats suds! I warned you when you brought it up” She says pointing at Soap. Price laughs at her choice of nickname. 

“I'm telling ya, some of these cats are just the absolute bane of my existence. Especially when you have your hands full and they jump up on top of you and just dig their claws into you. It's torture”

“I'm sorry is the sergeant mactavish really comparing a cat to literal torture?” She asks as she giggles “you’re admtting that you’re afraid of little kitty cats? All you’ve done is give me ideas” 

“You wouldn't dare..., no. Anything but those cats, I beg of you”

“too late you've already gone too far” she shrugs 

“Noooooooooo! Have mercy, you devil!”

“funny” she responds, picking up a strand of her ginger hair. The men around her laugh loudly.

“Okay enough about cats, how about this, is soup cereal?” Gaz asks egging them on.

“Soup? I think it's more like a savory form of cereal” Soap nods, answering simply. 

“what the fuck did you just say? are you insane?” she asks

“It's literally a bowl, of liquid, and you eat it. That's just savory cereal”

“Johnny I am seriously questioning your sanity right now” she says seriously 

“You're questioning my sanity for calling soup a savory cereal? It is literally savory cereal.”

“okay repeat yourself one more time”

“Soup. Is. Savory. Cereal.” he says, earning a laugh from Ghost himself. 

“you're psychotic! soup is hot, cereal isn't”

“Soup can be hot, but it doesn't have to be. Do you think cold soup doesn't exist?”

“name literally one” she demands 

“Cold tomato soup.”

“Johnny tomato soup isn't cold” Price interjects “I've drank cold canned tomato soup” Soap shrugs 

“Thats disgusting” she cringes 

“Soup is savory cereal, LT what do you say? Back me up on this” Soap says wrapping an arm around Ghost’s shoulder. 

“You out of your right fuckin mind if you think soup is cereal” Ghost states causing the entire table to erupt in laughter. She smiles to herself as Soap continues to defend himself, clearly seeing out numebred he was. She makes eye contact with Ghost once again, accidently as their legs brush against eachtoher. She utters an apology and holds her hands to her cheeks, resting on them as she attmpets to hide her blushing face. 

Simon sits back with his arms crossed as he pretends to listen to the ridiclous claims the sergeant was making. He couldn’t help but look at her, he watched as she argued so passioantly about the simple topics. She was funny, a side he hadn’t seen from her before. She was charming, and sarcastic and quick witted. He’d always wondered why his teammates seemed to love her so much, now he understood the appeal. She was interesting, and she could hold her own. Still feeling bad about his behavior last week, he decides that he would apoligize. She didn’t deserve it.

#smut #cod mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #simon riley #angst #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #modern warfare ii #soap mw2 #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #cod mw3 #cod #call of duty #soap #kyle gaz garrick #john price #captain price #price #call of duty x reader #soap cod

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Finale!! Let’s go!! (Gonna write as I watch)

1)The scene with Luke was so cute but also a little creepy. What was up with that?? Also!! The initial narration of episode 1 is Percy quoting Luke?!?! My heart, I love them so much 🥺

2)Omg!! The fight was good af! Did... did Walker's eyes change color???? Not Ares trying to kill them with his " true form" as a last resort, sore loser.

3) mom??? Bro, you just saw her statue in the Underworld.... holy shit!!! Mrs. Dodds!!! The helm looks cool af ngl. Percy is so cool, like damn. Oh, yeah, the deadline passed, which means Poseidon & Zeus are definitely at war!!! That's what started WW2?!?! Gods being petty bitches... damn... He's done running from monsters 😭 (I love the implication that Zeus is a monster. You're right and you should say it.) Annabeth gave him her necklace 😭😭😭, that's so cute. An email, Grover 😂😂

4) That's one way to get Zeus's attention, damn. Just dropped the bolt in front if the doorman 😂😂. What do mortals see when they see the bolt??

5) Olympus looks cool af!! Oh, Luke & Percy again! Annabeth is terrified of spiders! Things that are small and scary get squished. Oh Luke is in his big brother mentor era!! Love to see it!

6) the council room!! The thrones look cool af, I can't wait to see all of the God's sitting on it! Oh, I have no idea how they're going to replace the actor, he is perfect as Zeus!! Yes!! Read him to filth Percy!!!! Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poseidon surrended for Percy 😭😭😭😭, I'm- Oh, Toby Stephens always eat. Omg!!! They're speaking Greek!! Is it Greek Greek or ancient Greek. Does anyone speak ancient Greek. Everyone?? What are Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, and Demeter??? 😭

7) Percy and Poseidon!! Omg! Patrus 😭😭. Poseidon's smile about Sally... Bro... Ares is a moron 😂😂 (they've done the family vibe of the Olympians so well! 😂). Answer the question, Poseidon!!! Do you dream about her!?!?!

8) I wonder if thet planted that tree specifically to be Thalia's tree or if they just found a cool tree they liked lol. They hugged!! Holy shit, Clarisse is still here??? What is happening?!?!?

9) Luke being a responsible leader! We stan!! Annabeth being all cool, I see her!

10) fireworks! So cool!! The mommy issues in Luke are through the roof. Wait does Luke look like he's crying?? Wait what??? What do you mean she didn't???? Wait what?!?! Wtf. Luke?!?! No. LUKE SAY SOMEGHING! NOT THAT!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?! HOLY SHIT. IM CRYING. NO.

Oh, he's making some good points. This are some valid points. Episode 1 Percy would be eating this up ngl. I mean, not to be a bitch, but like... Luke sounds like those girls that have been groomed... all like "he loves me! He's gonna take care of me!" Like... are you sure???

Are they trying their best Percy?? Are they really?? I'm not an expert, but maybe don't mention his dad to the kid you know has daddy issues, if you don't want him to kill you, just a thought. I kinda of want Percy to say he's and go apeshit on the Gods ngl. He apologized for hurting Luke 😭😭😭. Wait, what??? Annabeth!! No!! 😭😭😭 she heard everything, Luke's face, my heart 😭😭😭 I was not ready for all of this emotion

11) Armed escort lol. He doesn't want you dead, he wants you next to him. Very persuasive... sounds manipulative to me.... Mr D! He's funny af. I'm 90% sure it's Peter😂. I don't think so 😂. Kicking them all out, I can't, bro...

12) Annabeth is going to see her dad?!?! Omg her hair looks so cute!! Her talking to Thalia's tree is cute. Her dad is taking her to Disney world 😭😭. Percy telling her to be a kid 😭😭😭 Grover is gonna search for Pan!! Percy is gonna help him search the seas!! (The next one is called sea of monsters right?? Maybe that's the "main quest"???) The hug!!! 😭

13) I hadn't realized it earlier, the beach is Montauk!! Where his mom went missing! It's the beach house they came to. She's here!!!! Look at her!!!! 😭😭 hugging her baby boy 😭😭wait what??? No, Sally!! Where are you?!?! Wait, is that kronos?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? Is he sassying time itself?!?!!?! Bro.... 😭😂😭😂😂 what does he mean?!?!?! What?!?!

14) Sally!!!!!! She's here!!! The fact that he's only just starting 7th grade is wild... he's baby. Percy calling Kronos grandpa, I can't 😂😂. Sally is done with Percy's shit , I can't. "Kronos, Lord of the Titans, said that?" I love her 😂

15) blue pancakes?? They look good af ngl. It's a storm!! Poseidon is also there for Percy's first day of school 🥺. Didn't percy have a step-dad?? The asshole one? What happened to him??

16) oh, there he is. What an asshole. Sally changed the locks 😂. Good for her!! What a dick. Wait.. is that.... is that Medusa??? Omg! Holy shit!! That's hilarious!! 😂😂 good riddance!!!

I have no words. I need a new season now!!! This was by far my new favorite episode!! I love this so much!!! I'm heart broken. I need more!!!

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #poseidon #zeus #ares #olympians #clarisse la rue #sally jackson #i am so broken #like.... i have no words #i am heart broken #my baby luke... I'm.... i need 3 to 5 business weeks to recover #disney #percy jackson show

[starpirateee]

could you write a fic where curt gets captured and owen goes absolutely feral trying to get him back? i need angst :D

I will absolutely write that, I think both of us need Owen to go a little apeshit for a while 👀 remember the movie Taken? "I will hunt you down. And I will kill you." ?? Yeah...

Oh yeah, and I 100% used the same case that was referenced in the panic attack prompt because I fell short of ideas, so essentially I'm creating one large cinematic universe worth of ficlets (/j) and this is set about five months before that panic attack

Cynthia Houston called. Cynthia Houston— head supervisor of the American Secret Service— had personally called Owen Carvour— very much not American operative of the British Military Intelligence— with three words on her mind that changed the state of his mental state immediately.

Curt's been compromised.

That was all she'd said before Owen's heart started pounding in his ears.

"What do you mean, he's compromised?" Owen had asked, but he knew. There were a limited number of ways that this could go. One of them compromised him too, and forced his hand. He wasn't so afraid of that option anymore. He'd spent that long preparing for it that he knew the exact reaction to it, and exactly what he was supposed to do.

The other one was dangerous, and meant that Curt's life was in jeopardy. That wouldn't be a matter of concern for another agency under any other circumstance, but Cynthia was able to pull strings, to get him involved in matters that he had no right to even know about. If she wanted him for a particular mission, then there was a very good chance that he was going to be on that mission.

He braced himself subtly, waiting for Cynthia to tell him to start making preparations to run for a long time, or for her to tell him where she needed him in the next few hours.

"Captured. For once, he didn't expose himself, but all the same, he got caught… I think you might be familiar with the case load?"

Owen's jaw clenched tight. Part of him was relieved, but this was the dangerous option, and that meant he didn't have the space to be relieved. "Tell me."

"There's a group of arms dealers led by a man they call Jenner, you know him?"

"Yes. Yes, I know of him and his little organisation. Do you have anything on where he's based?" He knew that Cynthia had more sense than to tell him information like that over a telephone line, but he also knew that he didn't care when he got the information, so long as he got it. It was more than clear that she wanted him on the ground to help them find him, or bring him back, so he knew he was going to get what he needed at some point. She'd likely pass him off to someone else with the intel, and he'd have to fill in the gaps from whichever debrief he was given.

"Always so efficient… you know I'm not gonna tell you that. Not here."

"I thought as much."

"But, make it to Manhattan, Agent, and there will be someone dockside to meet you… Say, tomorrow morning?"

Owen wrote that down on the notepad next to the phone. Tomorrow morning. January 7th. He was expected at the Manhattan harbour, presumably by someone who was supposed to blend in with the crowd. "Tomorrow morning. I'll be there."

Cynthia sighed, then. Owen had a one track mind, it was notoriously hard to pull from focus. Knowing him, he wouldn't stop until Curt was on safe ground once again, no matter how long he worked or what it took out of him. That likely included whatever journey was going to happen that night. He knew about the stakes now, there was truly going to be no stopping him. "Oh, and Owen?"

Owen stopped, briefly taken off guard by hearing Cynthia call him by anything other than a formal title. Of course, she knew his name, she just never used it. What was with the sudden drop in formality? Was this her way of going off the record? If it was, what the hell else should he be expecting out of this mission?

"… Yes?"

"We need you at your best. And I know you have a tendency to… Overthink. Take it as easy as you can tonight… We need you prepared for tomorrow… Curt has a habit of being fine. You know that as well as I do."

"Michael Jenner is a dangerous man, Miss Houston. There's no telling what he could do in an hour, let alone overnight!"

"I'm not telling you not to think about it, I'm just saying, we're gathering intel as we speak, so… Try not to do anything stupid before you get here."

"I understand…" He resigned, drawing in a breath. "Tomorrow, then."

Needless to say, with the stress of everything currently piled in his mind, and the long journey to New York, he didn't sleep all that well. Cynthia had said she wanted to see him at his best, but all things considered, she wasn't exactly going to get him at his worst... By the time he reached New York, he was tired, and he'd managed to think about the scenario enough to really piss himself off, so Cynthia's informant found him in a state so far beyond riled that he was almost serene, and wired on the first cup of coffee he could get his hands on.

"So, you're Agent Owen Carvour... I've heard a lot about you."

"Is that so?" Owen raised an eyebrow, finishing off his coffee. That was strong enough to get him by, he supposed he'd be a little more in control of himself now that he felt less like his mind was trying to betray him for being too slow. If Curt turns up dead, this is on you. The Americans made sure the blood was on your hands, no getting out of it now.

"Mhm. Word is that you're quite the operative... If what they're saying is right, then I dare say I should be impressed."

Owen just hummed in response, having only caught about half of what had just been said on the grounds that he simply could not focus on anything that wasn't the outcome of this mission, or the the crushing weight on the inside of his chest that demanded he get on with it. He was both eager to get to the point, and eager not to find out what the Americans were saying about him. Thanks to Curt, most of it was probably complimentary, but either way, he didn't want to take his chances. "You know why I'm here, don't you?"

"Sure, you're here to help us with Mega... Cynthia tells me you already know the guy at fault?" The informant watched Owen nod, then produce a well broken in notebook from his pocket and lean back against the harbour wall. They'd told him to expect a man who was spectacularly prepared for any eventuality, and judging by the notes written on the page he could see, Owen fit that description down to the letter.

"Jenner, yes. I've been on a case of his before. I didn't fully intend on making him my business again, but what can you do?" To tell the truth, Owen was nervous, but desperate not to let it show. The longer he stayed here, the less time he had before things reached a critical point with Curt. But, the last thing he was going to admit was that he was afraid of the outcome of the mission. He was a professional, and professionals didn't so much as think of the word fear, least of all not on the job.

"He's gotten himself a full team, by the sounds of things. Mega reported at least half a dozen bruisers. Real heavyweights, not to mention the number of specialists he's likely got under his belt."

"Specialists as in..?"

"Arms, explosives... You name it, really."

That seemed to ring some bells. Owen could recall Jenner being the mastermind behind some millions of dollars in transactions involving something of that caliber. And since then, he had grown something of a small empire, which seemed to only be growing by the second. "Where are the likes of him based without anyone noticing the massive transactions passing from hand to hand?"

"That's the thing, isn't it, Agent? Not to be based in one place..."

"In an arms race of this size, it's only logical..." Owen answered automatically, tapping his pen against the notebook spirals. This state of serenity beyond the rage was starting to beome dangerous in itself. He felt like a badly fused explosive, programmed to explode at an entirely random interval between now and the foreseeable.

"Alright then, I'll specify. Where was Curt? And where is he now?"

"Mega's assignment was in Stamford, Conneticut. We don't have any reason to believe he's anywhere different now..."

Owen nodded, making a note of that, and reminding himself that Manhattan was suddenly a very convenient place because Conneticut wasn't actually that far away. He hadn't been told of anyone who was going to be joining him, and that led him to the all too fair assumption that Cynthia had sent him and him alone. Part of him wondered why; his business wasn't in American affairs. He was a British operative, and he'd turned down the offer of working for the American Secret Service before, on the grounds that it may well border on treasonous. He was still sure of that fact, knowing that he betrayed his country for the sake of taking up what may have frankly been a better and more convenient offer was not worth his life, that much he was sure of.

But, the other part of him realised that Cynthia probably had him on such a direct line of contact for a good reason, and it may not have had so much to do with the fact that he was talented enough to catch her eye. At the end of the day, she could near enough do whatever she wanted, and that may have included protecting the secrets of one of her best agents for the sake of not letting him go on a technicallity like that.

Did she know? He had to wonder… Did it make sense for her to know and to still trust the pair of them as much as she did? What they were doing could cost them way more than just their jobs if they were found out by the right people, and yet she seemed to be aware of their closeness. If she wasn't, he was convinced that he would've never known that Curt got captured, not unless he saw him in person and had to work through the mess inside his mind to get to what really happened.

No matter whether Cynthia knew and was actively protecting his secret by proxy of Curt, she had called him in for a job, and it was a job that he was going to do.

Just as he suspected, the journey to Conneticut didn't take him long. Manhattan was the most convenient location because apparently, there was a substation in the harbour that few people actually knew about, where a small team of field scientists were waiting to kit him with a communications wire and walk him through a map of the block they'd managed to narrow it down to. When Curt's signal was corrupted, they had no way of telling which way he went, but they were confident that, should he have stayed in the facility, that block would be within the margin of error.

One of the scientists had promised to keep him updated through the wire, to let him know when he was in range, and he in turn had promised to make this as swift a job as he could manage.

It was the least he could do. Especially since his nerves wouldn't leave him alone, and especially since he was practically being dragged towards saving Curt as fast as possible, on the grounds that he didn't know how his fragile, ticking bomb state of mind would react if he saw him even vaguely injured.

"I've reached the block, I believe. Just off Third, at the intersection." He looked around. There wasn't an awful lot going on that wasn't perfectly within the norm. for a while, he was going to be going about some kind of life too, looking like he didn't have the full intention to flip the kill switch.

"The crossroads?"

"I'm at a crossroads, yes."

"Which way are you facing?"

"I'm on the corner of Mayberry and Third, that's what's in front of me, at least…"

He could feel the fuse on the locked box of his half-suppressed rage fizzling to a dangerous point. He was getting closer, and that meant that he was getting closer to being able to take this storm of righteous anger out on whoever dared to get in the way. It wasn't called a license to kill for no reason, and it came equipped with all of the repercussions already taken care of. All that meant for him was that he could get away with giving Curt a little bit of justice. It would look like they got in the way of his mission, or that he was pursued… Depending on how well organised it was, and how he executed his arrival.

As the scientist started giving him directions, he took a breath. Not yet. Not yet… Prevalent justice would have to wait for a few minutes, until he was no longer public facing. There was a pistol in the inner pocket of his jacket, he could feel it against his side, with the spare clips sitting on the other side, the exact same reach away from his seemingly eager grasp.

That fuse blew when he was alone, when he was wandering the corridors of the facility, looking for anything that might class as a sign or some kind of pointer towards Curt. Instinct told him to get lower, to find sub-floors and basements that facilities like this wouldn't want exposing to the public eye. Upon descending the sirst flight of stairs, he heard a scream that was clearly a long time in the making. The way it echoed through the corridor made him stop in his tracks, and it was in that exact moment that the box blew open and everything exploded onto the outside.

Red tinged rage flooded his senses. He knew that tone well, though it wasn't so often that he heard him so distressed. Curt was good at keeping face under pressure or interrogation, it was one of the things he definitely gave himself credit for, and one of the things that he definitely deserved to do so for. Owen knew that he was more than capable of giving his adversaries as much shit as they gave to him, and also being so cosmically annoying that they have no choice but to make things harder for him…. It was really one of those situations that could go either way…

Curt— if he was right in trusting his instincts and believing that he'd found him— had broken. That meant that he was injured beyond comprehension, and part of that thought was what tipped him over to the side of unfiltered rage. After that, it was a flash of knowing what needed to be done, and knowing how to do it. His pace quickened, his breath sturdy, his mind focused… Owen was unshakable, and definitely no cause for competition. Those who were unfortunate enough to get in his way found themselves gravely injured at the hands of his aim, even those who thought themselves lucky enough to have escaped him by running down the corridor.

He stopped at nothing and nobody; there was not one obstacle that could get in the way of a man like him, on a mission like this.

It took an apparent maze of corridors before he managed to break open a door that led him directly to the one thing that made this whole thing worth it. Heaving a breath as he scanned the room, he finally— finally— laid eyes on the man who had been inadvertently guiding him towards his location the longer he was in pain.

Curt.

And he was a mess. Blood poured from his temple down the side of his face, and there was a sizeable gash running his shoulder and tearing the fabric of his shirt. He looked up when the door was thrown open, and his eyes went wide. He tried to fight showing how relieved he was, but it was hard to do that when his face was such an open book, when he was so relieved to see his partner.

Owen made a signal— a sign that all of this would be over in a matter of minutes— and levelled his pistol. One breath, and the man closest to Curt had fallen, a crimson river pouring from his forehead. Another, and the man advancing on him had fallen victim to a couple of sizeable holes to the chest in quick succession. A third, and Owen had stolen a knife from one of the fallen, and he was looking for the best angle to break Curt's ties so they could leave as fast as possible.

The knife didn't make easy work of the thick cord keeping Curt in place, but Owen found a good angle as he crouched closer to the ground, and managed to get Curt free before anyone else found out he was there.

His breath came out shallow, he was clawing at the last scraps of the rage, fighting not to let it subside into concern too early. But, on the other hand, the concern was justified too, because every time his gaze darted over Curt, he saw something else worth noting. Now was not the time to think about that, not until there was a solid guarantee that they could both get out of there safe, and there was a clear window for curt to get back to his agency.

"Can you stand?" He asked, as softly as he could manage it.

Curt nodded initially, but then realised how much he had been overestimating his own abilities, when he actually tried to stand and Owen had to rush to his side to stop him collapsing. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, Owen could see them from this close. It gave just enough of a spark to that slight of fury that he had left, just enough to seep in a deep desire to see this place— and by extension, Michael Jenner— crumble until there was nothing left of it.

"How'd you… How'd you know?" Curt asked, looking up at him as they trailed the corridor Owen had come in through backwards.

"You wouldn't believe this, but Cynthia called me."

"Wait, seriously?"

Owen nodded. "Apparently I can be useful when I want to be."

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #tw blood #tw injury #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #injured ass curt and feral ass owen #a combination made for the gods #i cannot wait for you guys to see owen lose his absolute shit #you ever get tired of being polite 👀 don't you wanna go apeshit 👀

[mzannthropy]

“It’s really disgusting that Doss’ crazy adventures should have turned out like this. It makes one feel that there is no use in behaving properly."

I kinda see Olive's point here... oh dear, am I gonna be controversial again?

So, the way I see this book is that the real villain is not any person, but the clan's customs and traditions. I think all the members perform to some extent, but I don't think they're really bad people as a whole (I maintain that Uncle James is an abuser and Mrs Frederick ofc is an emotional manipulator with her silent treatment, though she's not a Stirling by birth, the rest are mostly boring or pompous or annoying, but nothing terrible). And I think Olive also performs, maybe more than the others, playing the role of the golden daughter, the perfect girl. The only other time we get Olive's POV, aside from this letter, is in the chapter when Barney is getting gas from Uncle Wellington while Olive's in the car. We learn that her fiance worries over insanity running in the family, and then she has an idea:

Wouldn’t it be splendid if she could induce the prodigal daughter to return?

She doesn't care about Valancy, she just wants to score points the the clan. Olive has followed all the rules correctly--yet Valancy, who has shamelessly broken them, gets to bag a Redfern heir and thus gains respect of the clan.

Natalie Lue talks a lot about performing and people pleasing on her Baggage Reclaim podcast and blog (which she doesn't update anymore, but there's plenty of material to read/listen to), I have previously shared an episode where she talked about the dark side of people pleasing--meaning that if you people please all your life, one day you're just gonna snap. It's essentially what happened with Valancy.

“I’ve been trying to please other people all my life and failed,” she said. “After this I shall please myself.

It's like that meme "are you tired of being nice, don't you just want to go apeshit?" I hope Olive and Cecil will be happy together, but it would also be interesting to see Olive, too, go apeshit.

Also, I have just remembered Clarissa Mao from the TV series The Expanse. She also did her best to be the perfect daughter of Jules-Pierre Mao (the Big Bad of the show), who favoured her rebellious younger sister Julie. One day it becomes too much and she goes berserk, trying to kill the main hero of the show. I really liked her character, though I never finished the show (maybe I'll go back to it).

#blue castle book club #the blue castle #lmmblogging #people pleasing #the expanse #parallels #olive stirling #clarissa mao #unpopular opinion #just in case #mypost

[sol-shines]

@ your tags PLEASE talk abt your parker designs!!!

this is for you and @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars THANK YOU for enabling me :3 sorry this took a little bit

if you don't know what this is about i drew my takes on the parkers here !

rambles under the cut:

SO what i sorta wanted to do was make. each parker flow into the next while subtly changing in between ,,, something something losing yourself to the game, becoming unrecognizable. so let's cover it parker by parker:

prime: i personally Love the hc that the coin is parker's mom. so prime is a lil ancient roman coded guy. he's SOOOO eldest sibling coded help. like he and his mom have a very strained relationship but also he thinks that if he just does whatever she wants she'll finally be proud of him :P whoops! and yeah v explosive anger (firewalker reference!), leading to ego, leading to. You Know. anyway. oh ALSO the parkers get younger as we progress so :))) they all STARTED at 19 but have varying degrees of age. so prime is in his mid-thirties.

parker ii: AH the most elusive of the parkers. SO: in my personal lore interp, parker ii was created when prime starting to push back against the coin more and more to the point where it was becoming a problem. and prime of course is very destructive and makes a mess when he's angry. so ii came about from me going "...what if parker just. said fuck it and left. didn't give a shit about ego just didn't wanna play the game anymore and found a way out." and that's exactly what my ii did. absolutely fucking vanished and quit the game for good. somehow. which uhhh MIGHT have been what caused prime to go apeshit ("why does ii get to leave and i'm stuck here?") and end prehistory. whoops. so i wanted to make them look very vagabond-y. somehow got even edgier than prime (impressive). also they're abt 30-ish. and have crazy gender stuff going on. possibly transfem. "but how is that possible if you hc the parkers as transmasc-" shhh. i don't know <3

park3r: GOD i loved doing this one. this parker is such a bitch and i love him. the first commissioner parker, created bc "OKAY so we gotta make him more young and impressionable and less unstable AND take him out of this game bc very clearly Bad Things will happen if he stays" so they made. a chronically online teenager and made them commissioner AMDNFM. god yeah i love this design he's sooo. just a 19-year-old trying to fill an impossible role and putting on a cool face about it. tragic, yes. but they're gonna complain the whole time and make everyone else miserable too. fully believe he was just scared and out of his depth the whole trial :( oops why are parkers iii and iiii so sad. i drew him closer to mid-20s here but honestly he could easily be younger

p4rker: LOVE this guy's lore so my hc is that after the trial that killed park3r it was like "uhhhh FUCK we need a new one of those. stat." so. they just. took park3r's incin'd body (ik it's not really Canon that park3r was incin'd he just Died but. let me have this) and like. stitched it back together. so p4rker is covered in burns and stitched together like frankenstein all over, and they just threw a mask on them like "see!!! new guy!!" the result of this being they didn't have. a whole ton of time to add shit like Personality, so p4rker is the outlier in that they're very naive and even polite? they don't understand what all the fuss is about them and just wants to be. nice? shame he didn't stick around long :/ the drippy bits are a little percolation nod! in this particular drawing he's like 20 :(

pvrker is. obviously the least human. park3r was more of a prototype of a commissioner, p4rker was a temporary placeholder at best, pvrker... was well and truly made For The Game. and his appearance reflects that. kinda a combination of iii's bluntness and 4's naivety. in-universe some people think he's the most sinister or whatever bc he's so directly Controlled By ILB Shit and that's not NOT true but like. give him a break guys he's like 6 days old he's new at this :(

ANYWAY that's so long holy shit. here are my rambles i hope u like them. im So Bad at blaseball lore so someone yell at me if something i put in there isn't accurate but. yeag :)

#parker macmillan #blaseball #WOO god this took so long to write and so much of it is just vibes but. I Like Them :) #they're so fun to draw!! so similar but different!!! h!!!!! #sol speaks

[nyaagolor]

I made a whole post about the SV Bad End AU stuff but I never actually bothered to like. Write up the deal with Nemona and Penny which is ironic bc they were the ones this entire AU is built around. Anyway.

The Bad End AU is basically my way of saying "alright we have characters with problems the protagonist helps solve. If the protagonist wasn't there, what's the worst possible conclusion to their arcs? What kind of person could they become if left unchecked?". It's all their worst qualities taken to their extreme

Nemona's character in this AU is basically "aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go apeshit??". She stops caring what other people think and being considerate, looking after her own needs and wants before others for the first time in her life. She's not "evil", per say, and all she really wants is a good battle and some enrichment in her enclosure, but her standards are so high that she basically comes across a bull-headed battle machine (moreso than in canon). At Sada's insistence, she takes over the old league building, crowning herself the new top champion and battling paradox pokemon and pesky trainers that get in Sada's way. She's not trying to hurt anyone, she's just so bored that she needs a good battle and thinks this is the only way to get one.

Doing so has naturally isolated her further, so all she has to make her excited and happy are those battles. She can't help but force everyone she meets into a battle or to scrap with paradox pokemon because she has nothing left. Her philosophy eventually becomes "well, if no one is gonna like me anyway, there's no point in bending over backwards for people." She gives up on the idea of trying to make people like her and chases after her own individual dreams with reckless abandon. The protag only gets through to her by meeting her on her level, showing her the ~power of friendship~ and whatnot. It's not like she needed much convincing either-- she wasn't really evil in the first place

Penny is far more of a typical villain than Nemona is in this case: Nemona is at her most selfish, but she's still ultimately incredibly sweet, kind, and friendly. Nemona does not want to hurt anyone, she just wants to have fun in any way she can. Penny, meanwhile, is 100% ready and willing to throw bricks at people. After seeing how Team Star suffered, she's awash with anger-- partially at the academy, but partially at herself. If she hadn't formed team star, everyone would have been bullied but at least they would be safe. She blames herself for getting everyone in that situation, and got lost in the sheer rage and guilt. Unlike Nemona, who isn't really thinking about the consequences and is only evil by circumstance, Penny falls more easily into the role of a "villain" and is willing to do some pretty bad things because she sees herself a villain. Her self-hatred is so strong at that point that she already believed herself to be irredeemable, so she wallows in her presumed identity as a bad person.

Penny's status as a villain is mostly self-inflicted: she knows exactly what she's doing, but she's so consumed by anger at the academy and herself that she's willing to do what Turo says and lashes out at everyone and everything around her. It takes not only the protagonist to give her a wakeup call, but all of Team Star. While Nemona needed to be shown the ~power of friendship~ and the way her isolation and dogged pursuit of her own happiness was hurting others around her, Penny's self-loathing and anger runs so deep that only the people she trusts the most can bring her out of that dark place and get her to accept the reality that she's not inherently a bad person and that attacking everyone and everything you think hurt you isn't really a solution.

#this is really 'girlies going thru it: the AU' #mod vex #sv bad end au #if anyone has questions abt the au feel free to ask

[babydook]

You write for twdg? Always wondered what yandere clementine would be like

Yandere Clementine

Telltales: The Walking Dead

Yandere type: Protective, Possessive, Manipulative

>Headcannons

This depends on the season of course, season 1-2 Clem being platonic and season 3-4 Clem more romantic. I'm gonna focus on S4 CLEM for this one.

Some spoilers for season 4!

She's not letting you go.

Circumstance has forced Clementine to raise herself and those around her from a young age, so it's only natural that she'd find it a bit difficult to snap out of old routine when it comes to someone like you, who she cares for so deeply.

She doesn't see much wrong with it, and you neither do you at first. Every day you're grateful to have such a good (looking) friend, someone in this world who seems to always have your back.

You two make a power duo, well, trio including AJ. You respect Clementine immensely for her work, and she appreciates that. The level of your teamwork and general bonding has you feeling that you couldn't have made a better decision.

She looks out for you, and in turn you look out for her. You're working for yourselves and each other. Soon surviving day-to-day seems like less of a chore, crisis on the back burner and you actually get to focus on living. A ragtag bunch who could make it through anything! Until you don't.

Something happens, it could be big or small, anything really. The point is you're hurt and suddenly don't seem so invincible anymore. Despite it just being a general injury or something which you can and will recover from, Clementine won't. Not at all.

For Clementine, this is a rude wake up call. A warning that her level of trust in you is foolish and gravely misplaced. She'll chastise herself for allowing this to happen, for ever believing things could stay as wonderful as they have been. That's the type of fantasy only a child would dare to dream of! Stupid girl. No one is to blame but herself.

Her head isn't kind to her, and forces her to relive every instance that she's lost someone who she'd dared to care for. She's subjected to the mental torture of every possible event, of every possible outcome that could result in losing you.

This was the first time in a long time, or ever that she can really remember, that she's been able to feel some sense of normalcy. The world's going to end for a second time if you go.

These horrible pictures keep flashing behind her eyelids, like awful illustrations have burned into the skin itself. Closing her eyes isn't safe. She needs to keep them on you.

She doesn't need to remind you of your worth to her, you already know. It's made loud and clear in her gaze fixed intensely on you. It's made obvious in her reprimanding tone that edges just a little off playful. It's made frustrating by her taking every opportunity to keep you behind the group (literally just her and a six year old.)

"Yeah... You're not doing that."

It's like she under-develops object permanence on a whim. If you're not within her direct line of sight or at least the near vicinity she just can't help every single cell in her body going apeshit. How is she supposed to focus on things like breathing when she doesn't know if you are?

To which you can't help but feel a little responsible. You do feel bad, it's not like you intended to give your best friend a heart attack over something so small. Suppose it must be your fault for not thinking it mattered. You'll be more mindful next time, not wanting to give her premature cardiac arrest. You'll decide to warn her ahead of time whenever you're going to do something.

This turns into telling her your every move before you even make them. It gives off a creepy crawly feeling, having to explain and defend your every action. 'It's your fault' you think. 'it's the bare minimum' you justify.

Though at some point you forget to mention that you were going to do something, alone - God forbid, and Clementine flipped. Then it became having to ask for permission.

You know that this is going in a direction you don't like. You're not blind or stupid, you've made it this far in the apocalypse for a reason. It's not that you can't see how your situation is souring, it's that you've grown... comfortable with this life. It feels nice to have group. To have backup and company.

She's just... always got a way of making you feel like a bad friend without having to say it.

Poor Clementine, worrying herself sick over you. Poor Clementine, tearing her hair out because you're taking a risk. Poor Clementine, joking a little too much about handcuffing you to her.

Maybe it's best to just ignore it?

So you let things slide. You think that you're helping the both of you by allowing this odd behaviour to continue. It's overbearing, but should you really be upset about it? Shouldn't it feel good to be cared for so much? That sinking feeling you get in your stomach every time you catch her staring at you is probably your fault.

This is fine. Even if at times you feel like you're being babysat more than the actual child in your little trio. If you're all still together, then why does it feel like things are falling apart?

Your little trio. It's you 3 against the world! It feels good. Felt better when you could pee at night alone, but buddy systems are important. Originally, you and Clem were on the same page, two foster parents to a little goblin. Now, it feels like you're reading different books entirely.

The roles have shifted - slowly - like tectonic plates, and you'd have no idea anything's been brewing up until the earthquake.

You're losing little freedoms, the rug being pulled from under your feet before you get to relax. They'll come in the form of good intentions that house ulterior motives. A curfew, locking the car when you're in it. Things that seem smart. Things that make sense, and you'd be silly to refute.

Then there's more. Some requests phrased an awful lot like demands. They're things you'd deem more than a little unnecessary, and if you speak up about it then Clem's gonna hear you but she won't listen.

She's clever. She'll just reword her rules to make them sound different when they're essentially the same thing. Or, if you're still being difficult then she can always just wait until something goes wrong and scares you into taking her more seriously.

She's definitely in charge now, and she plays her role to the point it can almost be seen as infantilising. It's not that she doesn't trust you, it's just that she can't and won't leave this up to fate; not when it's something that matters so much.

You really don't like that she's surprised when you call her out on this. You're not going to let her make you feel like this is your fault again... Not that she's been doing that on purpose, right?

If you stand up to her and start calling her out on her bullshit, it's only going to get worse. Girl is a master guilt tripper. You'll be subjected to ramble after ramble of hers, All about how she worries for you, how she can't bear to lose you, how you're the only thing keeping her together. The worst part is you know that she's not even lying.

And she is not above bringing AJ into this, considering he's more than willing to follow her lead. Let's see how you handle two commanding emotional wrecks!

It's become routine now. Think about doing something, then ditch the idea because you don't want to ask for permission. It's a win in her book.

You entertain the thought of arguing with her again but you're far too tired to. She has this withering stare she does that just manages to sap all of the energy from you before you even begin. It's a little humiliating, and you wish you weren't so complacent. It doesn't help that you have a little SNITCH on you, AJ glued to your side whenever Clementine isn't (which is rare enough.)

You're probably not a big fan of the dynamic switch. It's annoying, being de-ranked by a toddler who WILL be on your ass the second that you look like you're even thinking about doing something she won't approve of. "Clemmm-!" Shut ur ass up, pipsqueak.

If you choose to roll along with this, and let's be honest here - you don't have much choice - then you might as well make the most of it. You've got yourself a pretty neat setup, your own protection squad.

Clementine is a whole bodyguard, not that I needed to tell you that. It's safe to say that she'll knock anybody on their ass for you. People way stronger than her carrying multiple weapons? She'll sure as hell try! She's gotten in fights for less. No, there is no talking her down from this.

Unless you grab her hand and do that cute little thumb swipe. You know the one. It might just hold her off long enough to pull her away before she starts foaming at the mouth.

It's one of the most obvious issues in your dynamic, you having to patch Clem up after she's started something completely avoidable. No matter how many times you reprimand her, tell her how stupid it was, how you can handle yourself or at least help this is going to happen again.

She believes it's for your own good. You should be appreciative. Telling her off can make her bitter, though it does make her feel guilty when you say you worry for her.

"I can handle myself" she'll say, whilst you have to grit your teeth to avoid slipping a "so can I."

It's clear that in this aspect that she's a prime example of the "Do as I say, not as I do." gang. She can show up to you looking half dead with no explanation but if you suddenly have an undisclosed bruise it's "wtf y/n." Clementine, you are the biggest hypocrite.

Do not get me started on AJ. Seriously.

Just... Imagine you guys in a public space. It's like holding the leash to a doberman in one hand the leash to a jack russel with little man syndrome in the other.

While things definitely aren't perfect, you don't really feel like you have the right to complain. You have a somewhat functional group consisting of two people who you have grown to care about and are clearly willing to move mountains for you.

You're as close to being sheltered as you can get. It's not the worst position you could've ended up in, even if it's a big blow to your ego being ordered around by a kid.

Clem knows that she's bound to piss you off eventually with her overbearing nature. She can handle you finding her annoying if it ensures your safety.

She also knows that to some degree, you must care about her this much too. If the roles were reversed, you'd do the same thing, surely. She counts on it. It's not enough just hoping that you'll feel bad when you see how much your retaliation hurts her.

If you do point out how manipulative this behaviour is, urging her that she's gone too far and you don't need a babysitter, then you've got another thing coming. A babysitter? Oh. OK. Smartass mode initiated. Sure, throw a fit. If you want to act like a child then she'll treat you like one.

Yeah it's pretty cut and dry. You're simply under her watch 24/7. Be by her side at all times. No, this is not negotiable. She's your ride or die. You got a problem with that? Stick by her and talk it out like a grown up. She will start referring to you in the third person all condescendingly.

"Is Y/N sure they want to do that?"

"Y/N wants to go to the car park, because that's a great idea."

"Y/N is so much smarter than us, AJ."

AJ will learn to join in, and let me tell you, this will piss you off. He giggles at Clem a lot.

It gets to the point where when you do speak up to ask for something that she only shakes her head. Sometimes when you voice your opinion you only get a knowing smirk in response. Is she not taking you seriously anymore? Are you being treated like a joke?

You like Clementine. You don't like that she acts as though it's common fact that you don't know what you're talking about. Is your input only worth a light head shake and a- did she just scoff at you?

If something happens to you, it's pure rage. Bull mode activated. And if there's no one to rage at? Then you're getting reprimanded - or that wall AJ was kicking looks like it could take a few more punches. You'll patch up her knuckles anyway.

She's more than ready to kill for you. She may even hold a sense of pride for doing it, similarly to AJ's breakdown after killing Lily. Anyone that wants to hurt you, should be dead, and she's not going to feel sorry about it. She has no qualms enforcing this belief in AJ too.

She knows fully well that if you were to die, she'd quite literally cease to function. And so do you, how could you not when she makes a point to remind you so often?

She has an incredible poker face, most of the time. Constantly being around her at least has the benefit of picking up on some of her quirks. You've commit that slight crinkle of her brows and her nose twitch to memory. These cracks usually surface when she's particularly pissed off or worried about something.

Mind you, she does have a go at trying to convey the level of her affection. It's unpracticed, and having no previous experience with this it comes out sudden and stiffly. Abruptly awkward confessions that tumble out at the oddest of times yet hold a sweet note of sincerity. "You know I really appreciate you."

She can never really find the right moments. They're usually brought up in the middle of something else, interrupting the silence with something that's not entirely phrased as a statement or a question. You'll be unsure if she's waiting for an answer or just putting it out there.

If you ever do try to leave her, it'll go one of two ways. Straight up not giving you permission, "No, you're not." and then continuing whatever she was doing before, or (drum roll) emotional abuse.

Her voice hoarse, cracking with emotion as she corners you despite looking like the vulnerable one here. "you don't get to do that."

You can't tell if her falling to her knees is on purpose or if the weight of your words literally knocked her legs out from under her. She's quite literally begging, looking up at you despite the tears threatening to spill from her wide, panicked eyes.

"You can't leave me, please- don't!"

Don't make her bring AJ into this.

Or if you're in the school, you could try bringing it up in a group! Yeah, good luck with that.

"Yeah, sure you will." she'll chuckle dryly and dismissively. She plays it off as a joke so seamlessly that you don't even know how to continue, everyone else has either ignored it or taken it as some lighthearted banter between the two of you. Are you going to insist and ruin the lovely evening?

However, once you're away from the others she'll become very serious. What? You didn't think you were getting off that easy, right? You'll be walking down the hallway, hearing the telltale clacking of her own footsteps quicken to match your pace and then your wrist is clamped in her iron grip. Clementine is looking into your eyes so intensely that you would've frozen anyway without her hold on you.

"Don't talk like that, ok?" She doesn't need to elaborate. You both understand. Even if by low chance you were only joking and have no clue why she's taking this so seriously, you have more than enough sense to nod.

In short... you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

Best case scenario for the both of you is that you're either naive enough that you see nothing she is doing as wrong, or that you simply care for her so much that you overlook it.

A/N: A TWDG REQUEST YES. Thank you for sending this in <3 I took a long ass time with it because I had way too many ideas that I couldn't properly articulate or flesh out the way I wanted lol. Clementine is such an interesting and complicated character and I love her sm. Of course the type of yandere she is differs on the seasons as her character develops, so feel free to request a different season Clem.

#yandere twdg #yandere the walking dead game #twdg x reader #yandere clementine #clementine x reader

[thegamingcatmom]

I've been imagining maggot momma "comforting" us in her own way by licking and stroking us 🤌👌😩 like she usually does those things so she can just hide it as doing her usual marking but in moments were really seriously stressed shes just like ok I'ma turn it up a notch 🤣 totally not trying to comfort us haha what?! 👀🤫

I really love the way you´re basically saying "she´s gonna go apeshit still but in a very lovingly way" lol.

Which, yes yes yesss to all of that. 😩🤌

Like, you´d expect that Momma´s gotten better at humaning at some point, considering she´s constantly up someone´s ass, so there´s gotta be lots of traits and characteristics she´s copied and got down to a T by now, and continues to do so.

However, this is Momma we´re talking about - a cunning, sinister, devilish being that absolutely thrives on being a lil shithead. So, over time, a lot of things she does aren´t necessarily out of some feral instinct. (Sometimes she just can´t help herself though, with you looking absolutely ravishing in just about any situation. There´s just no getting the feral out of that Momma. Not that we would want to, anyway.)

She´s not gonna let her darling mate in on that side of her though... at least not yet. She enjoys this game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing way too much.

So yes, she will definitely be her very feral self, even if the situation required for her to "comfort" her sweet girl. Which, of course she will. She´s your mate, after all. Who else would comfort you, if not her?

(She´d like to see anyone else try, though.)

So, while she loves seeing that terror, smelling it, on anyone foolish enough to enter her domain, it´s quite the different matter when it comes to her angel. Will there be moments of fright, of panic, between the two of you? Yes, to be quite frank. It´s just who she is. It´s what she´s come for, initially.

However, it´s a whole different story when the reason for said panic showing on your pretty face is not her. She will be torn between wanting to find whoever is responsible and make them rot in hell for all eternity, and be with you.

Needless to say, the latter wins. Her Little Maggot needs her.

She´s gonna ramp it up quite a bit then, chattering and nuzzling and cooing and purring and-

At some point, even starting to preen you - long tongue lolling out to drag across your whole face, starting from your chin all the way up to your hairline, leaving a bit of slobber behind as it went.

Arms and legs holding you close, caging you in, smothering you, suffocating you-

Starting to stroke you - your head, your back, your stomach, your buttocks, in between your-

Yep ALRIGHT, that´s alright you´re feeling much better already, in fact-

You were just about ready to squeeze, to fight your way out of that Venus flytrap if you have to, but-

Maggot Momma´s nowhere near finished with you.

However, I feel like I should mention Momma has only your best interests at that rotten heart of hers...truly. Yes, she can be a bit overwhelming, intrusive, suffocating-

But you´re her darling mate. What do you expect her to do in your time of need?

And yes, she would absolutely do that too.

You´re hers and she´s gonna hide you from this wretched world as she sees fit.

I had a lot of fun dipping a toe into Mommas sweeter side here. Isn´t it just precious how absolutely smitten she is with a certain someone? 🥰

(Meanwhile, that certain someone:)

Thanks a lot for that ask! 🫶🫶

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #evil dead rise...but gayer #alyssa sutherland #deadites #ellie bixler #someone

[justanotherperson1]

CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE YOUR BAY×TFP CROSSOVER SO MUCH

Bay OP's literal villain arc is so fascinating to me cause its kinda understandable??? He's been through loads of shite with almost all his people dead and the humans he promised to protect being the cause of such- BUT its obviously such a terrible coping mechanism to just slice n dice everything with his perspective seeming to be "kill them before they can cause more harm"

Meanwhile tfp OP's sorta the opposite? But its kinda-also-maybe just as harmful to keep allowing Megs to run free cause obviously he's gonna keep doing more war crimes. But still, simply killing him seems to be just as wrong (have they considered robo-rehab yet?)

Anyways, i just want the two Primes to meet in the middle. A solution that isn't too violent but also not overly merciful cause Megs is still a bastard /lh

love your work, darlin, keep it up♡

THANK YOU!!

Therapy doesn't exist on cybertron I guess. And plus- would doesn't want to see op go apeshit a little?

First off- hit the nail on the head with my meaning, but it got me thinking. At some point after the two primes' altercation I feel that Bay! Op would have a really productive conversation with tfp Arcee. She would find him somewhere and just... Listen instead of cjiding him like tfp Op would. I feel they are more similar than the two primes them selves.

I don't know- food for thought.

Thank you so much for leaving me the ask!

#transformers #asks #my asks