#they make me wanna vomit /pos

[writersmorgue]

Congrats on the sick tattoo! Body mod euphoria is so fucking real!

YES. thank you!!!!! I was just gonna get linework (because tattoos are expensive hot damn) but he offered to do shading with no upcharge n his stuff is like super fucking cool so i was like hell yeah and oh my god when he fucking finished and i looked at it i wanted to cry. i just sat there looking at my leg like :D

#also i should probably mention this was a sh scar coverup #and like #god seeing this perfect thing there instead of it makes me wanna throw up /pos #oh shit that's two tws right there i should stop now lmao #tw sh #tw vomit #not bnha #anon soup

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Seven

Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.

It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.

"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.

Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.

"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.

She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."

You smile, "you look really good Grace"

"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.

You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"

She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."

Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"

"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."

You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.

Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"

"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.

You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."

Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"

Your brows furrow, "You know him?"

She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"

You chuckle, "right."

"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.

You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."

"What does that mean?"

You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"

You sigh, "he's...married"

Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.

"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.

You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.

"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."

You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.

"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.

She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."

You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"

She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."

You shake your head smiling.

"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.

"Alright enough" you wave her off.

She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."

Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.

An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."

He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"

"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"

Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.

You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.

"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.

He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You're an ass"

He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.

"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.

"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.

"And Padme?" You ask.

He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.

"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.

"you have to be fucking kidding me."

He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.

You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"

You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.

"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.

"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.

You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.

Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader smut #modern au #ceo x assistant #parts of the truth

[sh1-n0bu]

pspsps.... I'm planning on writing starting today and tips/suggestion

pspspspspsps… yis yis nobu is here

now first things first!!! PLEASE CREATE NAVIGATION AND MASTERLIST POSTS TRUST ME THEY ARE AN ABSOLUTELY LIFESAVER❗️❗️

so, most blogs tend to keep it simple, only i seem to keep it so long and annoying /pos anyways—

as ive said, make a navigation post first. what you feel comfortable writing and what you don’t feel comfortable writing. it will make it clear on what kind of requests youre okay with accepting

second, masterlists post. of course, it can branch into different fandoms if ur thinking on writing for different fandoms. if not, it can be divided by characters that you will write for or by scenarios/fics/thirsts/brainrots etc etc

third, abt me. it can be a separate post like mine or it can simply be a quick abt me post along the lines of

name, age, zodiac sign(if u want), reqs: open or not

fourth, you can also make anon list if you want like mine or just like the one above, it can be one long list. depends on ur preference hun

fifth, as for writing a fic, i keep it relatively simple. word vomit. thats what fanfics essentially are, word vomit. it can be long, short, medium length, doesnt really matter because ur pouring ur heart and soul into that shit anon

i like to write it in a specific stule and im sure you know it if youve read a few of my fics.

[title] or no title since even i struggle with titles anon, dw

symmary of the fic in short few sentences. ive seen few writers write their fic this way and its actually super nice

warnings. what the fic will have since its important to not cause your readers to get triggered by things they dont like

notes or authors notes. some other writers name it in different ways according to the general aesthetic of their blog and its super cute to see it. tho this one is optional and u dont have to write it if u dont wanna

and then, read more cut comes in. though sometimes, the read more cut isnt mandatory if its a simple thirst or what you think doesnt need it

and thats abt it. and of course, tagging. its important to tag ur fics luv. and have fun! hope this was helpful<3

#nobu.nobu.chat

[hellonerf]

Meri and Ame are so on different scales of their eating disorders that I feel like they would have such a hard time relating to the other about their eating habits, Ame not understanding Meri being sick of meat despite Meri explaining his childhood to him already and the urge of needing to vomit, while Ame just keeps eating meat in front of him and I feel like Nada wouldn't care either much for Meri's eating issue, but manages to be less insensitive then Ame - somehow, If that makes sense. Idk, your version of the characters make me wanna ramble /pos

anon... this is making me blush because you got it really right... my favorite thing to think about is the different values the characters have about food and how they treat it. to me meri wants to enjoy whatever meals he has, but he doesnt try to care about eating when the hunger isnt scratching at him. and its troubling when certain things really disgust him. while ame is basically always hungry, and despises the feeling but its beyond his body and control. he needs to shove food in his mouth and its really hard to contend with his body image issues. in my head a 2p and 1p contrast would be fun for it to do with the stimulation ☝️☺️ 1p feels always overstimulated while 2p feels understimulated... i love to make shit up. and youre right about the lack of relation. they make each other sick lol...

#tw ed #tw eating disorder #ask #hetalia #2ptalia #ame bible

[highpri3stess]

Hello, I just read Monster, and I have to say. Whilst I don't usually read stuff like this bc I'm not a fan, you genuinely outdone yourself with it. Like I love how you portray the reader, she feels like a fully fleshed out character with depth, and I could fully empathise with her and understand why she did what she did. I also like how you portray abuse as it is. Making it clear that it isn't the victims fault. It NEVER is and just bc they didn't openly resist (due to fear or coercion, which I believe was what happened with the reader). This is just my subjective opinion, so please correct me if I'm wrong. Also I fucking hate mikey and izana. Like YH izana is a pos but MIKEY was the reason why this shit even started bc he and izana decided to slut shame reader and acted suprised when Emma rightfully calls them out. And then they have the audacity to balme the reader and then SA her. (Like sure she irgamsed but that was literally the body's response to stimuli. She did NOT enjoy that at all and then mikey thinking that shopping/food was gonna fix it and is like "why are you crying. You're still a virgin 🤓👆" made me wanna run him over. And then izana just being like "nobody's getting in between me and emma" forgetting that a) hr should have kept his fucking mouth shut. Lil bro beefing with a random girl who did nothing to him (fucking manlet) and b) Emma has her own life to live. Like icl it lowkey feels out of touch (or iazna expecting that she'd stay the same but I could be wrong) and that she's a grown ass adult. Ofc she's gonna get a man (draken) and friends (reader) she isn't gonna stick by his side forever but that doesn't mean she isn't his sister and that she loves him (that's going out the window when she catches both him and mikey in 4K terrorising reader)

Long story short. This is fucking amazing. You're amazing and the anons who are hating on you don't deserve even the scum of your shoe.

Also Praying on the sano's downfall. Want reader to go apeshit, pull a moon dong eun (the glory) and document EVERYTHING. expose them and the university and get that bitch shut down, everyone loses their scholarships (emma does too unfortunately which ends the friendship), sano name descacged to the pont of shinichiro, mokey and izana and she takes everyone down with her. The reason why I'm suggesting this is bc I'm imaging that reader slowly grows resentful of emma bc of the SHEER amount of trauma she experiences (all bc she dared be friends with her and they saw it fit to make her life hell) enough that she doesn't care what happens to her by the time she exposes them (OR alternatively. It can go the op with reader completely omitting emma from her exposes bc she did nothing wrong. She stood up for reader and was there during her lowest times. So why would she wanna ruin that for her. And I can see a moral dilema coming on, expose them and the university and cause a scandal, possibling getting it shut down, ruining Emma's career and future by assosiation. OR does she keep quiet, try to figure another or just take it to not ruin emmas nut she's just suffering).

Soo I hopes you accepted my word vomit. Thank you. Sorry if I was rude or intruding on your story if you already had it planned out. I'm just sharing my theories and what my happen.

As always, if im wrong, please don't hesitate to correct me. Thank you.

Oh thank you so much! And no, you're not intruding at all! Your analysis on the two chapters is very spot on and correct! You really took your time to read it and I'm very grateful for it!

I'm thinking a lot about how emma and y/n's relationship will evolve. I wish I could have expanded more on it but time is not on my side necessarily. I will try to do so if I can.

I wish we could get a satisfactory ending where everyone is exposed and there is a scandal (they aren't on scholarship but the school wouldn't want anyone to taint their image.) Unfortunately, it's never always like that in real life and I'm gunning for a more realistic ending.

(Oh I loved the Glory a lot too! I'm totally going to watch it)

#monsters ♡ #anons ♡

[transgremlinboi]

Hello humans and non humans!!!

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I'm very new to the rqc, but I'm chrono 25+ (i will tell you how old i am if i feel comfy enough), transmale he/him, and very paraphilic! Poly (partnered) open to flirt and have fun but not looking for full relationships! Just know im kinda shy lol so if you follow me cause you wanna talk to me youll have to reach out first im just a gremlin boi in a new place lol Please be patient with me as i travel this place and learn all the fancy words for things!

I'm cis: autistic, did, bpd + more

Send me asks about anything SFW or NSFT pretty pleaseee i can be your Dad or Big/Lil bro, cute prince or just gremlin friend

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I will start tagging things from now on, but tagging the older stuff will take time, so please be patient!!

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I don't have a dni, I'll block if you make me uncomfortable!!

NSFT CONTENT BELOW (WIP)

I am still learning what my attractions are, so this list can be updated/changed at any time

PARAPHILIAS

Big 3 + Ficto-MAP, Angaliaphilia, Lactophillia, Somnophilia, Fictophilia, Teratophilia, Agonophilia, Aptophilia, Apagophilia, Vigiliaphilia, Autagonistophila, and Voyeurism

Kinks

G - Giving, R -Receiving, T- wanting to try

YES

Referring to my reproductive bits as; Cave, second hole, dick, chamber of secrets, boyhole, boyparts, other masculine terms,etc will make me so horny for you especially if you make up your own cute masculine terms for my reproductive bits

Soft sensual (G,R)

Nibbling(G,R)

Breastfeed (I will suckle/ let others suckle on nipples to "breastfeed" I don't care if there isn't actual milk) (G,R)

Cockwarming (G,R)

Degrading (ONLY G)

€N€ ( ONLY G)

NO

$omn○ (ONLY G)

Scat

Piss

Vomit

Sucking girldick or cismale cock

Misgendering/de-trans/ forced femme

Forcing any body part into my mouth

Calling me dumb, stupid, degrading me in any shape or form (including €n€ and r@p3y content meant to assume I am the one reciving in that scenario)

Referring to my reproductive bits as anything fem

#radqueer safe #radqueer community #pro rq 🌈🍓 #rq safe #rq 🌈🍓 #rqc🌈🍓 #paraphile safe #paraphiles please interact #para safe #pro para #radqueers please interact #intro post #🦠gremlintalk #🏴gremlinidflags #👾askagremlin #😈shhhit'sspicy #➰️gremlinreblog

[navysealt4t]

zelda and link honestly make me ill. the love is always there. something deep in link resents her and something not far under the surface in zelda is so so jealous of link. post botw it was almost like they were strangers. link and zelda pre calamity had a connection. young love, a silly crush, maybe. but both of them r changed, both of them are guilty and blame themself and blames the other just a bit. it’s so messy and guiltily and confusing and it makes me wanna vomit /pos

#GOD I LOVE THEM REAHHHHHH #not gonna mainstay this the fandom scares me #i don’t think i have any loz mutuals but. yeah 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 #they mean so much to me i wanna tear them limb from limb

[quirkle2]

ur not an ass and u are so right and valid that the person "complimenting" by calling themselves a shitty depressed human is an upsetting thing to hear when they're also talking about ur work.... like how are u (the author directly tagged in that post) supposed to respond to that??

(no need to respond/post this ask just wanted to let u know I admire u telling that person that it really is Not A Good Compliment, most ppl who do it don't realize it sucks but hopefully they get a chance to reflect/grow when told point-blank that it aint a good way to engage or compliment)

100%, thank you. i debated just blocking them or smth but i felt like since they're Doing that, they prolly don't realize how damaging that is to literally everybody involved including themselves.

it's the same thing as like ,, walking up to ur favorite singer and saying smth like "ohmy god i love ur music ur voice makes me wanna yell until i vomit /pos" like . that's not how u talk to people

#qktalks #bojanus #quick apologies for the negativity on the dash my lovelies we will get back to the sillies i promise

[tiredgoodomensfan]

GOS2 hillywood + poster dissection (spoilers!)

so, i think we all lost our collective MINDS today

when I saw that we have the release date I actually started SCREAMING (I got lots of dirty looks.) anyways I have lots and lots of thoughts that I just need to get down somewhere so buckle up cuz this will be long, rambly, and prolly won't make a whole lot of sense.

First of all, huge props to the whole hillywood team, this was a really high-quality production and I loved every second of it. I'm watching the behind the scenes vid while writing this and it's really interesting to see how such an amazing video was produced. so much work was put into it and it really paid off. Thank you guys so much for making this!

So, the scene where Crowley falls. this could just be something fun hillywood decided to do, but the fact that they worked so closely with Neil makes me wonder if this is something that we might get more of in s2. The scene with the fire (which was awesome btw) maybe not be so much, but Crowley falling from what seems to be heaven into a puddle of what I'm guessing is maybe meant to be sulphur? (I don't really know what sulphur is so correct me if I'm wrong, I'm just spewing stuff here so it could be complete nonsense) idk to me it seems like foreshadowing, especially considering that Crowley's fall isn't discussed in that much depth in s1. idk that could just be me stretching cuz I want pre-fall Crowley SO BAD. and OH MY GOD IN THE VIDEO THEY JUST CONFIRMED ITS MEANT TO BE SULPHUR I FUCKING SGHA ITS THE FALL FROM HEAVEN I KNEW IT.

The post-parody scenes AHHH. first of all, I loved how they stayed pretty much word accurate to the show, with only necessary things changed. I loved Neil in this, Maggie, and Daniel. Does more Daniel mean more Adam? he could just be there for like a fun cameo roll but it got me thinking. if weird shit was happening the first thing Crowley and aziraphale are gonna think is 'Ah shit it's the Antichrist again innit' So maybe more adam s2? idk.

(Maggie was literally me. 'DO THEY HOLD HANDS??' girl is literally the entire good omens fandom)

('the wait and see clause' SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SO MUCH PAINN)

Ok, poster time.

First off, the way they're sat back to back?? no space between them?? and IS AZ READING TO CROWLEY?? :( They make me wanna vomit /pos

Also, I noticed something in the back. a shop outside with 'give me' on the front? this could just be a generic shop but I feel like everything in the poster is deliberate. doesn't seem to mean much now but I reckon we should keep our eye out in the background of any other posters and teasers and stuff we might get. this could just be me going bonkers cuz I've been deprived of new content for SO LONG but idk I could be onto smth.

I also wanna talk about the lighting decisions. the bright light shining on aziraphale, cuz yk- he's an angel but also a little glimmer on Crowley? now it could be interpreted as like 'Oh not all hope is lost for him' but I see it differently. the fact that Crowley's light is coming from below and Azi's is coming from above?? bit on the nose. I think the fact that we've been told that Gabriel is gonna feature heavily in this, is gonna make us primarily focus on heaven (the biggest light being on Az) but that doesn't mean hells gonna be out of the picture. I think, that through the first few episodes, we're gonna be focusing on Heaven harassing Az and we won't notice hell spying on Crowley (Crowley's light being smaller, yet still very much there)

More on hell, something I didn't notice at first was a lil tiny lizard in the bottom left-hand corner. I'm pretty convinced this is supposed to be shax. I mean, we've been shown that like all the demons have some sort of animal form (Beelzebub- fly, Crowley- snake, ligur- chameleon, etc., etc.) but as far as I know, we haven't had a lizard like that yet. it has a little fire tail and it's pretty deliberately hidden (either that or I'm fucking stupid cuz I didn't notice until like 10 mins ago) I think the fact that he's not the center focus is again about how through this hell will just be kinda spying on them rather taking a center focus so that we have our guard down and are like 'WOAH' when hell does smth. but you can't fool ME Neil, I'm expecting it.

Final little closing thoughts on stuff that could be irrelevant but maybe isn't. The clock- both hands on 6, 6 episodes, what else is 6? Is half 6 a significant time? or is it just cuz 666 and like haha devil number? the old ass camera in the bottom right-hand corner, eluding to maybe olden days Crowley and aziraphale pictures?? I would die. maybe also references a scene abt the invention of the camera?? or is it just there cuz Az is nostalgic and likes antiques. am I going insane or is that a new Crowley haircut?? Crowley and Az being back to back they LOOK SO DOMESTIC ILL SOBB

again, thank you so much hillywood for this amazing parody. and thanks Neil for FINALLY answering our prayers while leaving us with like a MILLION more questions, love you Mr. Gaiman

if you actually read this, thanks! that means that someone else is as obsessed and slightly mad as me. let me know if you've got any other ideas or annotations, I love literally everything good omens so even if you think it's a reach I WANNA HEAR IT!

Edit: I'm a fukin idiot and also blind. there are 3 lizards, and literally everyone noticed them (I can't find the third one (I'm pretty sure I need glasses)) BUT YK I still reckon it's shax. or maybe the erics?? oo it might be the Erics now im thinking abt it

Another edit: I'm actually REALLY fuckin stupid. the give me sign outside is Nina's shop 'Give me coffee or give me death' (I kinda forgot there were new characters this season) BUT YK maybe still smth?? idfk

#good omens #the hillywood show #good omens parody #good omens parody spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens poster #im going insane #neil gaiman

[queercoded-disney-villain]

AUGHHhghhgh I literally wanna ask like. the whole list for the Fanfic Writer Asks buttt I'll just pick a few I guess

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(plot twist: all of these are things I want someone to ask me ehehehe)

So sorry I let this rot in my inbox here we go.

😈 Have you ever done something playfully mean to your readers?

Implied that Belos goes chompity chomp on Lilith’s palisman in Starlight Captives. Made Lilith’s palisman a named and present character just for the Chompity Chomp.

✍️ Do you have a beta reader?

No. My drafts are between me, God, and the google docs autocorrect that I have a one-sided rivalry with.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics?

Every character is just like me fr. They are all the Brain Weird mostly because I have no idea how neurotypical people work.

🎶 Do you listen to music when you write?

Typically no. If I do, it’s lofi or Zelda soundtracks. I like listening to a playlist called Blast Your Tits Off when doing my final proofreading for dramatic scenes, and another called Maidenless Behavior for more chill moments. Sometimes I’ll get more specific with songs to match The Vibes.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

Anything smutty. Most things romantic. And though I enjoy some “Let’s watch our show!” fics, I do not have NEARLY enough dedication to write one.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points?

Sadly, no. I haven’t written enough multichapter for that.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art for your stories?

I feel 🥹🥹💗💗💖❤️❤️🤍🥹🥲😭 /pos

🦅 How often do you outline?

With oneshots, I go in with the vibe, make it up as I go, and polish it into coherency with my revisions. With longer fics, I make an overarching outline first, normally just vomiting my plot ideas and vibes into a blank doc. A lot of the time, the path changes along the way and I end up ditching the outline altogether.

✅ What’s something that unintentionally reoccurs in your fics?

THE SAME THREE PHRASES THAT I THOUGHT WERE NORMAL THINGS TO SAY

Thanks so much for the ask! This was a lot of fun!

[starryemeralds]

HII rwby anon again its been a while sorry dhd ive been on a mission in another world but thats not important right now~

sooo

IVE WATCHED TILL EPISODE 15 !!

IM REALLY ENJOYING IT A LOT, especially with a lot of focus being on vomit boy, i kind of didnt expect that. i LOVE how nora was just. "should i break his legs :D" IN SUCH A FUN AND BUBBLY GIRL VOICE DHDBDBD that was hilarious

AND WHEN PYRRHA TOOK VOMIT BOY ONTO THE ROOF AND HE JUST GOES, "i know im depressed but.. im not THAT depressed" i was DYING of laughter HELPPP JSJSJS

UGH i CANNOT get enough of ruby. shes just like. nope :3 nope : ) nope :] nope :>

UGH its so cute just that little squeakiness in her voice, if that makes sense fhdhd

i am also uh. A LITTLE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT SHE SAID TO VOMIT BOY

"youre not allowed to be a failure.. because youre a leader !"

i very spesifically remember, before getting into the show, seeing gifs and vids you rebloged of ruby having. not the best of times 😭 because she was their leader and didnt feel perfect / as good as she wanted herself to be, if i remember correctly ? so

yeah 😭😭😭

i ship blake and random faunus boy with a monkey tail /hj

penny seems.. weird,, not in a bad way she is just. a weirdo /pos

LMFAO THE HIGH FIVE BETWEEN WEISS AND RUBY, um *its a combat skirt*

ok so. time to bombard you with questions ( sorry )

who are the faunus how many episodes does the first season have who are the white fang and why does weiss call them degenerates, rapscallions, thieves, murderers and scums

IS IS IS. IS BLAKE A FAUNUS OF THE WHITE FANG !?!

thank you 💅

HELLO RWBY ANON!! I HOPE YOUR MISSION IN ANOTHER WORLD IS GOING WELL LMAO

i love how you consistently refer to jaune as vomit boy, it makes me laugh everytime. and nora, my chaotic beloved, do break that guys legs <3

S T O P, THAT ROOFTOP LINE HAD ME FUCKING CACKLING. IN MY RECENT REWATCH IF THE SHOW, I WAS SHOWING IT TO MY FRIENDS AND THEY THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TOO

and yes!! ruby’s va is so good, and while she has the squeakiness, you’ll come to see that there’s a lot of emotional range in it 👀

AND YEAH,, RUBY’S JOURNEY AS A LEADER IS A LONG AND COMPLICATED ROAD, BUT MY GOD, THERE IS NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN STORYLINES LIKE *gestures to v9* THAT (being vague because i don’t wanna spoil you anymore than my blog already has haha)

SUN MY BELOVED!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH; LOYAL TO THE END BUT LACKS ALL BRAIN CELLS. valid to ship them, but their friendship in particular means so much to me and you’ll come to see why a bit later down the road!

AND PENNY MY BELOVED <3333 all i’ll say is that there is something weird with her, and it alludes to the fairy tale she is based on, which i think gets revealed sometime in v2 iirc

AND NOW FOR YOUR QUESTIONS

who are the faunus:

so the faunus are essentially another race in remnant that have physically animalistic features (some might have ears, or tails, etc.)

how many episodes in the first season:

crunchyroll is telling me that the first season has 16 episodes, so you’re right at the finish line!!

who are the white fang:

the white fang has a complicated history, but they are essentially a group of faunus who are fighting for faunus rights and are now known to be an extremist group. (in my personal opinion, i think that rt definitely could’ve handled this plot line a bit better since it is a direct allegory to racism and a lot of black fans have voiced their critiques a lot better than i ever could. there are some threads and video essays by them if that’s something you’d wanna look more into!)

why does weiss call them degenerates, etc?

she’s racist prejudiced towards them based on her upbringing; but she does overcome this fairly quickly SO DONT WORRY.

is blake of the white fang?

she used to be! that mission she was on in the black trailer was actually her with them, but her separating herself from the train was her literally and metaphorically cutting ties with them. she no longer believes in their methods, so she became a huntress to join in the fight for equality in a different way.

I HOPE THAT HELPS CLEAR SOME THINGS UP!

#rwby anon #i didn’t realize how many times i called a charavter ‘my beloved’ until i read this over LMAO

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Of Ice and Blood

Part 4

Welcome back! Hope you enjoy✨

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Violence, cursing, shouting, and fighting. No blood mention. Just broken bones and stuff.

2.1k+ words [originally 1.6k but I revised it and added more details!]

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Sensing another one behind me, I went low and struck his leg with mine, using his fall to punch his chin with my right fist this time, being careful to use a controlled amount of force or else the nerve I hit will result to permanent brain injury and can be fatal.

I got up, swift in my actions as I saw the guy with a raised baseball bat heading towards me from my left flank, and the other one from the right, fast.

On reflex, I leaned back, the bat that was aimed at me hitting his comrade on the shoulder instead. Guy's lucky, actually. He would have suffered internal bleeding if it bashed the side of his skull.

Four down, two to go.

I took my stance once again to ready myself. This dude was a foot taller than me, with muscles packed with raw strength, but even so, pale in comparison to Tai'chi's p—

Stop thinking that! Focus!

"Smash her head Dan!" The man behind him yelled.

This 'Dan' went straight to me with his bat raised with intent once more.

Breathe in.

Everything slowed down. I let my heart rate decelerate, my hearing sharpened, my sense of smell heightening even further.

I closed my eyes, letting the rest of my senses take over. Years of practice, days of pain from training, each motion engraved to my entire body with purpose. To defend not only myself, but also those who are looked down upon, discriminated and stepped on like dirt. My parents had always taught me to defend myself. Me. Don't get me wrong, my parents are good people, albeit wary of the other races in our community. But the moment I left the roof of my home, I knew it was time for me to defend someone other than myself. I don't give a damn about where we come from or what kind of blood flows within our veins. I will protect those who need protecting, and set anyone straight and down to the ground when they deserve it.

Breathe out.

At the last few moments, with my eyes still shut, I changed my form. I followed his aura and pictured out the shape that was drawing up to land a serious blow to my head. Dan is solid and heavy, but everyone has at least one weakness. And this guy is not spared from that.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

I opened my right fist, right foot forward and relaxed my arms, my legs serving as a firm foundation for my upper body. With the bat inches away from me, I smoothly dodged to the side, using my palm to push away the hand holding the weapon and punched a vital pressure point right under his bicep.

I bent my legs even lower and struck the center of his ribs with my thumb, closing my hands as I jabbed his sciatic nerve on each side at the same time, both located in the middle line of the thigh between the groin and the knee. A solid blow to those nerve points will cause intense pain and shock to the person, along with a temporary immobility of the feet.

a/n: Self defense 101! Remember that dear readers♥

With the support of my left leg, I went behind the man, standing straight and proud. Calm, I opened my eyes when I heard his fall, staring right into the fearful ones of the moron that started all of this.

"Y-You- You killed them!"

Is he that dumb?

"Correction, I didn't. I knocked them unconscious is all. And the fellow that attacked me first? Well, he passed out from the pain of his now funny-looking arm." I stated flatly as I trudged to where he was standing.

"S-Stay away from me! Monster! Freak!" He stumbled, his ass on the ground and away from me until he felt a tree trunk on his back.

I scoffed and withdrew my knuckle dusters back under my baggy sleeve.

"You wanna know who the real monster is?" I stopped and held him in place with my scrutinizing gaze. He was trembling like a wimp at this point.

"It's you.

"You and your disgusting racist friends.

"You, along with all the people who view and treats anyone other than humankind as lowlifes and pests that are meant to be squished and eradicated from the society.

"No, it's you, and the ones who have the same mentality as you, who are monsters under the guise of a human."

I paused, not even blinking as I bore holes into his skull.

"I am human, down to every inch of my being. But unlike you, I respect and treat everyone, regardless of kind or gender, and to those who deserve it, fair and right."

Before I could continue, I scented new people coming into the scene. It was the teaching staff, along with the uni's guard.

Shocked of what they have seen, they turned towards me, angry, surprised, confused expressions on different faces.

"What have you done?!" A female, human instructor, looking to be around her late 20s shouted.

"Ma'am, if you would just let me explain—"

"You are hereby expelled from this institution, young lady!"

All the color of my skin left me as I heard the words I have dreaded even before I set foot in the campus grounds.

"Now let's not go straight to conclusions. We need to deal with this professionally AND properly Miss Holson. You are also not in authority to suspend this student." A heavily bearded dwarven professor, clad in a brown suit and Oxfords, told her off firmly.

"What are you saying Mr. Dulrik? Look at her! Look at this! She murdered students and oh my God, is that the dean's son?!"

For the love of— she blind? Why does everybody think I killed someone???

"Ma'am they are—" I was about to tell her but got cut off, again!

"Helpmehelpmehelpme!" He scrambled away from me and ran to the group of teachers and hugged the young instructor. "I don't know what came over her! She just attacked us out of nowhere!"

The audacity of this fucking bitch!

"Pardon me? Attacked you? YOU were the one who followed me out here! You and your" —I gestured to the bodies laying flat on the ground— " buddies over there!"

"She is lying! The orc was with her and and and—"

It dawned on me that I almost forgot about Tai'chi. My eyes widened, and I frantically scanned the area around for him. And there he was, standing by the oak tree, right where I told him not to move.

He seemed...irritated?

Oh no. At me?

"I have not moved an inch from where I am standing ever since I planted my feet here." He said with his deep baritone voice, turning to confront the staff. "What she's speaking is the truth. They were the ones who followed her here and attacked her, first."

"And how can we be sure you are telling the truth, orc?" Miss Holson replied spitefully.

Even the teacher, huh? Her odor smells like vomit. I mean, I knew she was...foul, but I thought it was because of the situation. Guess not.

Tai'chi did not respond. Instead, he moved to look at me in the eyes. His gaze, searching, but not in an awful way. Was he asking me what I'll do?

"How about we discuss this in the office, shall we?" An elderly professor spoke. She was wearing the university's formal teaching uniform together with black, flat, closed toe sandals. "And Miss Holson, please quiet down. As Mr. Dulrik said, we should not jump into baseless conclusions."

Miss Holson fumed and shut her mouth, holding the coward in her arms.

"Now then, Miss...?"

"Blackbell."

The woman paused. I caught a smell of surprise and... astonishment?

She cleared her throat "Well, then Miss Blackbell, please follow us to the Dean's office, along with your, companion."

Weird.

"Oh and Mr. Smith, kindly call for assistance and take the unconscious students to the infirmary to be treated and looked unto. Thank you." She told the guard. With that, she and the rest of the faculty started walking back.

I glanced at Tai'chi once more to find him, again, staring. I approached him warily, expecting him to be mad at me.

"Uh. Hi?"

I let out a long exhale when he replied, with a slight tug of his lips, his tusk jutting out. "Hi."

I fidgeted, trying to come up with words to explain myself.

"I uh, uhm. Are you mad?"

With his brow raised, "Why would I be?"

Yeah why would he be?

"I-I never told why I keep wearing my mask." I stuttered, "You see I—"

"You two! Start moving before I force you to." A teacher yelled at us from a distance.

"We'll talk later, Pearl. For now let's get this resolved first. I know for a fact that they won't expel you unless they ignore the ill intentions of the ones who attempted to harm you first. But better be safe than sorry, he was the dean's son afterall."

"Yeah... Thanks. We should.. go." I turned and started walking along his side.

******pov shift for a bit*******

Little did Pearl know, he was thinking about how...nice, yeah that's the word, definitely not sexy, you were when he witnessed your skills in combat. It awakened something in him that it took a lot of control not to get aroused there and then, which was the real reason why he stood there, unmoving from his place. Not once did he leave his eyes from you, almost jumping to help you when the guy with the baseball bat was closer than we would have liked. But oh no, he was not surprised, he was astonished and shookt , amazed when you pulled that last technique, sending the human plummeting to the ground almost soundlessly. And the way you stood right after, he knew he was smitten. That proud and intense aura you gave off was enough to make him bow down at your feet. He could feel it. He could smell it. That was his secret, he can scent people and catch any mood shift they make. Even though he told her that her eyes and brows gave it away, it was not entirely true as he could smell, literally, you and the changes on your scent.

Oh but little did he know you could to. Just not as observant as he is.

:>

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Wow— when I copy pasted the original thing from my notes to my drafts in Tumblr I was like "okay, so. I should read it AGAIN before I post it if I wanna avoid more unnoticed mistakes and keep editing it again and again even though I posted it already! " And I never though it would lead me to adding almost a half thousand words and a pov shift— which i found interesting and really nice! Should I do it more often? Like little inserts of what Tai'chi or another characters thoughts in second pov in between fics if necessary? It's just, nice, to put them in and write all out about what they were thinking outside of Pearl's pov! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed reading❤

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It’s raining when it happens.

Raining just like when it had happened to Ben.

Only this time they’re inside, and it’s the thunder that counts: rolling across the swelling black sky after a crack of white-hot lightning, so loud it dulls the sound of the bullet going in.

But Peter hears her fall. He scrambles off of his bed and bursts into the kitchen to find May on the floor, in a steadily-growing pool of blood, surrounded by shards of glass from the shattered window she’d been shot through.

He stops breathing. He stops thinking.

Peter swings to the hospital because it’s the fastest way there. He knows how long it takes for ambulances to travel in this city; he’s well aware of the odds of her surviving a five minute wait time. Using his biocables cuts that neatly in half.

He bursts through the sliding glass doors of the emergency room and calls for help. It comes quickly. Suddenly there is a sea of blue-scrubbed doctors taking May from his arms, transferring her to a gurney, getting an oxygen mask on her face, wheeling her away. “Were you shot? Are you hurt?”

Peter blinks. It takes a minute to register that the nurse is asking about him.

“What?”

He comes back into focus. “Are you hurt?” the nurse asks again.

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s not—it’s not my blood.”

His voice is strangely flat. The nurse grabs a chart. “Do you know her name? Where did you find her?”

Peter blinks. Does he know her name? What kind of a question is that? Of course he… of course he knows his own aunt’s name…?

“Do you need to sit down?”

“Her name is May Parker,” Peter blurts. “Just—call this number,” he takes the chart from her and scrawls down seven digits he’s memorised by heart and hands it back. “They’ll come and they’ll take care of her. I have to go.”

The nurse’s brow furrows. “Sir, you’ll have to give a statement to the police—”

He rips out of her grip and runs out the way he came in.

—

It takes three rings, but then the phone is picked up.

“I need your help.”

—

He meets her in the back alley behind his building. “Hey,” he greets, and in return he gets a punch to the chest.

Peter chokes and rubs his ribs. “God, I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

Nat’s features contort with pity. “Sorry, but in my defence you shouldn’t have snuck up on me.”

“I thought you were supposed to be some world-renowned spy.”

“And I thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” she retorts, “but here we are.”

Peter’s face darkens. It’s stopped storming and the rain has dulled to a lazy drizzle. The ends of her hair are damp and curling and her breath steams. He steps around her and scans the building opposite his own. “Up there,” he says, jerking his chin toward a window on the fourth floor—which is directly opposite the one above his kitchen sink.

Nat follows his line of sight. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, be with your aunt?”

Peter’s fists curl. “I’m not just gonna stand there like an asshole while she—” his throat stings with bile; he swallows. “I want to do something. I need to do something.”

Nat raises her hands placatingly. “Whatever you say, little spider.”

—

They sneak into the apartment building. It’s nondescript, pretty much exactly the same as his own except it clearly hasn’t been remodelled since the seventies so the carpet looks like something out of The Shining, but the layout is an exact match.

Nat picks the lock on apartment 4D and they slowly creep inside.

It’s completely empty. Like, no furniture, no bed, nothing. Peter’s stomach turns as the sweep the place only to come up empty handed, until—

“Bullet casings,” he announces, crouching by the window to pick them up.

Nat’s at his side in an instant. She takes one and inspects it. “FMJ,” she says with a frown. “Jesus, whoever did this really wanted to make sure she’d stay down.”

At the look on his face, she sighs. “Sorry.”

“Oh, sure.”

Nat leans out the window and scans the alley below. There’s nothing but a dumpster and a cardboard box full of kittens that Peter’s secretly been feeding for about a week.

“What do you think?”

“I think,” she says, “we need to speak to the landlord.”

—

The landlord is a little old guy named Skipper who tells them repeatedly that he can’t give out private information.

Then Nat gets him in a chokehold and he starts talking.

“He’s this creepy dude,” Skipper wheezes, rubbing his blotchy throat. “Reggie Farbank. Lanky hair, beady eyes, tall. Comes and goes all the damn time but he never stays long. Just checks his mailbox and leaves.”

Peter and Nat exchange a glance. He returns his gaze to Skipper. “Do you have a copy of his mail key?”

—

Reggie’s PO Box is empty except for one note, folded in half with Peter’s last name on it.

Nat scowls as she reads it over his shoulder. “Son of a bitch,” she growls.

—

Tony sits by May’s bed, pinching his brow as he listens to the steady, rhythmic beat of her monitors. It’s been about twenty minutes since she was moved from the OR to the ICU; the bullet had been through and through, but it had fractured her collarbone and shattered her shoulder blade—not to mention the damn thing was half an inch from puncturing her lung.

She hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors had mentioned it would be a while.

“Where’s Peter?” He’d asked them when he’d arrived, only to be met with bewildered looks.

Only one of the nurses had asked, “Might’ve been the kid who brought her here. He looked pretty shaken up. Gave us her name and your number and then ran off.”

Tony had sworn something nasty in Italian and pressed for more information only to receive none. They were all clueless. The storm had taken out their power and they’re running on backup generators, so there’s no security footage to run through. Peter’s trackers are off—but they were turned off manually, which means he had to be alive to do that.

He’s not dead but he’s not here and Tony doesn’t know what the fuck to do.

The smell of rosemary herald’s Pepper’s entrance into the little room. She runs her hand through Tony’s hair. “Anything?”

“Nadda.”

“You’ve tried calling—?”

“I’ve tried everything,” Tony says, a little harshly, and then sighs. “I’m sorry. I—I sent Happy down to check the apartment and… and to clean it up.”

Pepper looks a little sick. She hands him her coffee. He takes a long drink.

“Pete’s phone is off.”

“Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I’m—I don’t know.”

He’s clueless. Helpless. It doesn’t make any damn sense. Why would Peter run? There’s no way he was involved in this, so what could he possibly be doing?

“Do you want to go and look for him? I can wait with May.”

Tony shakes his head. “I’m not leaving her. He wanted me here so I’m staying. Why else would he have had them call us?”

“Tony—”

“I’m staying,” he says. “Besides, I already called in Rhodey. He and Happy are combing the streets as we speak, but odds are he’ll show up here and I’m not gonna be gone when he does.”

He’ll need me.

—

Peter and Nat make no sound as they slowly creep through the storage facility.

He’s holding a gun.

Guns are not his thing, but he hasn’t really given himself the chance to think about it. Nat had put it in his hands and if the time comes when she tells him to shoot, he knows he probably will. He’s angry enough to, bitter enough. He can’t stop wondering how long Farbank was watching them for; he’s been feeling off for days, spine tingling as he walks through the house, the hair on the back of his neck rising when May opens the window to let fresh air in.

He should have known.

He should have seen something like this coming.

“Any idea who he is?” Nat had asked on the drive over.

“No,” Peter had replied, checking the magazine on the glock.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out ourselves, then.”

Only the address had been written on the note they’d found, but Peter doesn’t need the unit number. He just follows that feeling—it’s like a game of hot or cold, but instead it’s his stomach twisting and his skin prickling.

It’s like someone is stabbing needles into the ends of his fingers when they finally find the right unit. Peter takes one side and Nat takes the other. Their eyes meet across the distance.

He nods.

She shoots the lock.

—

“She’s crashing—code blue—”

“Someone get me the defibrillator!”

—

“I knew you’d come.”

Peter and Nat stand at the mouth of the unit with their guns raised. Peter’s bones feel like lead and his mouth tastes like metal.

There are pictures of him all over the walls: some blurry, some clear as day, all taken from the vantage point of Farbank’s apartment. He feels like vomiting but doesn’t. Instead he says, “So exactly what the fuck is this supposed to be?”

Farbank looks crazed. His hair is greasy like it hasn’t been washed in days and his eyes are bloodshot, pupils blown. He’s clearly high off his rocker. “You are the bane of my existence,” he says wildly. “You destroyed my family, so I destroyed what’s left of yours!”

Peter glances at Nat, who looks just as confused as him. “Enlighten me.”

“My brother,” Farbank snaps. “My big brother, Matt. I bet you don’t even remember him, do you? It was six months ago! He was—he was all I had left—we only had each other and you tore us apart!”

Farbank sweeps one of his many monitors off his desk with his outburst. In response, Nat cocks her gun and steps a little closer to the wall to give herself a wider range.

“So what, Parker here got your brother arrested so you decided to commit murder? Get yourself locked up too?”

“At least then I would be with him,” Farbank growls. There are tears on his cheeks. “Do you have any idea what they do to people in jail?!”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” she says coolly. “So what’d he get put away for?”

Farbank looks down, mouth twisting. “Armed robbery,” he whispers.

“Oh?” Nat tilts her head. “Sounds pretty justified to me.”

“We had no money!”

“But you had other options, I’m sure,” Nat says. “Robbery is just easier. Put the gun down.”

Peter had forgotten Farbank was even holding one. He starts sobbing, but then like a switch being flicked his monologue starts back up again. “It doesn’t matter! You can kill me and it won’t matter! The whole world is gonna find out your identity, Peter Parker! I have hours of footage, frames upon frames of proof! Did you really think you could just sneak out of your apartment every night and no one would notice?”

Nat squints at Peter. “Good question.”

Peter scowls. “Suck it, Nat.”

“Whatever,” she looks back at Farbank and then, in one swift move, she lowers her weapon. “Relax, I’m not gonna kill you.”

Farbank blinks. “What?”

“Yeah,” Peter adds, “what?”

Nat shrugs. She advances toward Farbank with her hands raised. “Everything is gonna be okay, I promise. If you just hand me the gun—”

Farbank lashes out, but Nat is quicker and she sees it coming: she disarms him in one swift move and plants a Widow Bite on his neck that has him convulsing on the floor and frothing from the mouth.

“Ew,” Peter says.

Nat hums. She’s already focused on hacking into the computers. Peter zip ties Farbank’s wrists and hears her snort. “God, talk about amateur hour.”

Peter isn’t listening. He stares down at the man who shot and possibly killed his aunt. “He deserves worse than this.”

“I know,” Nat replies easily, “but I don’t want you to be the one who administers his justice. That shouldn’t be your weight to bear.”

“Some people would say it’s my right.”

“Not me.” She types a few lines of code into the system and then says, “Wiped.”

Peter watches her promptly turn away and start ripping his pictures off the wall. Frustrated, he gets between her and them. “Nat,” he says, “what he did—”

“Hey,” she puts her hand on his arm, “you’re angry right now. You want to hurt him and I get it. But you won’t. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday you’re gonna come to your senses and remember that it wouldn’t do you or May any good. In fact it would only hurt her more, so let me handle it, okay?”

He sighs and closes his eyes for a second. The next thing he knows, Nat’s arms are around him. He’s only got a couple of inches on her, so her chin rests neatly on his shoulder.

“It never gets any easier,” she mutters, “but I’m gonna make sure you’re safe from here on out, I promise.”

And Peter doesn’t really know what to say to that, but it doesn’t matter anyway because he can’t speak. If he does, he’s gonna start crying, so he just holds her back and tries to even out his breathing.

“Okay,” he whispers eventually. “Thank you, Nattie.”

—

It’s four in the morning when his kid finally shows up at the hospital.

He’s not dead and surprisingly enough he’s not alone. Nat is trailing behind him, looking grim and exhausted.

But Peter… Peter looks so much worse.

And Tony’s not about to make it any better.

He stands unsteadily. Pepper reaches out to support him but he waves her off. “Kid—”

“Is she okay? Is she in surgery or…”

And then he gets it. It’s the way it always happens in the movies, a cresting realisation, a dawning horror. Peter just goes still. “Tony,” he whispers, “don’t tell me… please don’t tell me…”

Tony reaches out. “Pete, I’m so sorry. She held on for as long as she could but she suffered a stroke—”

Peter collapses into a chair. His eyes are wide, full of unshed tears. His hand covers his mouth.

Nat looks stricken. “Fuck,” she hisses, sinking down into the chair next to Peter’s.

Tony perches on the coffee table in front of his kid and reaches out to hold his free hand. “Pete?”

“I just… I just need a minute.”

Tony nods. He’ll wait.

As long as it takes, he’ll be here.

#marvel #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #may parker #angst #prompts #my writing #LMAO #anyway

[szopenhauer]

Grossest thing you’ve seen in a bathroom? pee, poop and blood mixed with vomit all over the place Do you consider your family dysfunctional? all families are toxic, more or less Do you hate people who act like everything is fine when its not? I hate those people, they both want you to leave them alone and guess, they’re annoyed with the fact you wanna know as much as you not caring about them, never satisfied, then blame everybody else, how are we supposed to act if we feel you don’t trust us enough to tell the truth? it’s your own fault! we also have problems, not everything’s about you, if you prefer to kill yourself than speak up, that’s your choice but it means you’re a coward, I’m tired of that behavior

Ever had a body piercing ripped out? never had a piercing so I’m lucky not to be bullied this way

Can you sew/croshet/knit? I know basics but I have no patience so it’s not my hobby Do you put the cap back on the toothpaste after using it? of course :o  Have you shot off a firework? never, it’s dangerous, I prefer to look and from afar  Are you offended when you see women breast feeding? no

Do you hate when people keep things from you? if we’re close then sure Can you multitask? I can XD

*działam na dwa fronty, boobs, albo na tyłach* Are you too sensitive? hypersensitive Who wears the pants in the relationship? who wears the socks and cowboy hat tho?

If you were given three things to make you happy, what would these be? health, money and no worries How would you rank the following in importance: family, career, love life? family and love life then career as I’m not interested in it 

Which would you prefer: having a baby without a partner or a partner without a baby? partner without a baby  but tbh it would be better to raise a baby without a partner if I decided to have a kid (I don’t want children though) as there wouldn’t be disagreements on how to nor risk of arguments and then divorce in general which would be super hard for the little one 

Do you think God is real, and why? sigh...

Do you believe in giving people second chances, and why? rarely as it’s like putting your hand into fire hoping it will be cold this time, people usually change for worse - not better Do you think people fall in love because the right person has arrived, or because the time is right (regardless of whom the person is that they fall in love with)? because of other reasons usually as I wouldn’t call their relationships LOVE, they’re just desperate, scared of being lonely How important is trust in a relationship? I don’t think I can trust someone completely but still it’s very important to me to trust them as much as I am capable to - if I can’t trust them at all then it won’t work  How do you feel about infidelity? it makes people feel like they’re not enough and they also get paranoid later, it causes trauma, person who was cheated on will always be afraid to trust another human being in case someone “better” will show up, nobody is perfect but it’s better if you break up than do smth romantic or sexual behind your partner’s back, nobody deserves it, if you can’t be with one person only then either do open relationships or polyamory or just don’t commit to anyone - one night stands or something - infidelity is caused by wanting more and being impulsive, liking adrenaline, risky behavior, you are some sort of an abuser, not just a liar, because you’re hurting someone who’s supposed to be closest to you, intoxication isn’t an excuse, if you can’t keep it in your pants when you’re drunk then don’t drink too much or publicly - simple as that, love is a promise and you’re breaking it for fun, someone said today that it’s like checking if another branch will snap while still holding another - sounds careful but that’s not the point - it’s just that you should sit on it (stability) instead of jumping trees after you already commited to one of them and made a nest on it, you will break all of the branches (other people) and you will end up on the ground anyway - alone, who wants to be with a cheater? honestly - rapist will always stay rapist even if he won’t rape again and so is the cheating person - they might change but fear will always be a part of their partner for sure, dating is like a competition for many, trying until you find the best match, always looking around, never warming up to anyone in case there’s a better opportunity, constant game that make us anxious, showing off you’re the best player among all and... you actually are a player in both of this word’s definitions, sadly What quality in a person do you fall in love with? it’s not a single separate thing but someone whole I believe, I tried to explain that to myself but it’s very hard, there are some traits I might like more, go for, see as necessities but I’m unable to list them for now - maybe later/someday Do you find it difficult to admit that you are wrong, and why? I am - I don’t care about winning, I want truth and justice, I prefer to be right but without admitting I’m wrong that can’t happen Which would you prefer in a romantic partner: a dreamer or an achiever? dreamer, I dislike overly ambitious and workaholic people  What do you think are the two things that prevent people from realizing their dreams? money issues and health problems or time

So the world is dying to know the longest you’ve ever been on an airplane. 0 hours

Speaking of airplanes, can you sleep on them easily or no? no idea

So if I were to touch the place you last itched, would it be awkward? sorta

Have you ever come close to drowning? it was close in my opinion

Is the window in this room currently open or closed? closed

Is your phone fully charged right now? it is indeed

If you gave yourself a symbol (ex: star) to represent you, it would be…? not sure

Combine your two favorite animals. What kind of animal do you get? raccoon + elephant?

If I gave you a box of chocolates, which would you hope to get? I prefer something else than a box of chocolates

Have you ever caught your clothes on fire before? omg luckily not 

Are you any good at improv? been told

Do you have any special handshakes with friends? I don’t have... friends :x

Are you better at writing fiction or nonfiction? I’m good at both but I prefer fiction

How many times does the letter ’t’ occur in your full name? once

Last song you heard? Crystal Castles - Suffocation Reason you last threw up? meds withdrawal How many pairs of flip flops do you own? zero Do you ever pick up pennies for good luck? I pick up all coins that I find and give them to my dad Something you wear all the time that you’d feel naked without? panties

If you have younger siblings, how old were you when your siblings were born? not applicable Would you ever pick up gum from the ground and eat it? hell no Have you ever gotten stitches? nope

Think back to the last thing you drank. Did you drink it using a straw? I didn’t Is the sun shining? it’s almost midnight  Where did you go today? shopping Have you ever taken a survey while under the influence of drugs or alcohol? I don’t drink or take illegal drugs Where will you be in an hour? in my bed Is anyone irritating you? not atm unless I can count myself  Have your parents ever threatened to throw your things away because your room was messy? sorta Is your shirt pink? it’s mostly white Are you going to do more surveys? it’s late and I’m commited to finish this one Who is the most complicated person in your life right now? ... me? Have you ever video chatted with someone you met online? yep Are you hungry or thirsty right now? thirsty Do you own a pair of gumboots? eww, gross Have you ever worked somewhere where you had to clean the toilets? I might  Do you rate people’s attractiveness on a scale of 1-10? rating 1-10 is very hard for me Is there anything that you could cry about right now? shitload of reasons When was the last time you used Facebook? today like every other day Do you have a PO Box or does your mail get sent straight to your house? our house How many vowels are in your street name? 4 Did you share baths with your siblings/cousins when you were a child? I did not Have you ever been a member of an online dating site?  couple Do you know what your neighbours even look like? obvi Do you put ketchup on your fries? yuk

What color was the last swimsuit you wore? uh oh I should check that in my photo album in pics from middle school 

Is your dream job attainable? they ain’t

Have you read a newspaper today? we don’t buy/read newspapers

Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? I’m done with school and am unemployed

Have you ever been to a drive-in theatre? no

Have you ever taken classes for a musical instrument? guitar

Have you ever been on vacation with someone other than your family? camp

Do you live with your parents? still

Are there any embarrassing school pictures of you anywhere in your house? there are

What moment in your life have you been most scared? constantly now last half year

Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? long story

Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? I make them but barely ever

Are you more of a phone or a computer person? computer

Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? prefer them to cook for me 

How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? hope that this will happen soon 

Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? I need one

Have you ever ripped your pants in public? even recently 

Have you ever thought someone was talking to you, but it turned out they were on the phone? Did you play it off? possibly

Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? can we not talk about it?...

Who was the last person you slow danced with? my gf

Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? often, nothing as I’m disabled

Do you say ‘like’ a lot? used to

Do you scream out the answers while watching game shows on TV? at times I did

Do you ever go into photobooths? yay!

What bill do you hate paying the most? I’d hate paying rent as it’s idiotically high

What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? everywhere can be romantic with a right person

What was your first car? none yet

Favorite guilty pleasure? personal

What celeb do you think resembles you best? basing on look? Cole Sprouse or Maisie Williams but with Juno Temple body

Who from high school would you like to run in to? hmm...

Start a new career or relationship? just get a job as I’m taken

Are any of your toes connected? I don’t have webbed toes

What was the last thing you dreamed about? running from the police... w klapkach

What color is your bedroom carpet? no carpet Have you ever had a black and white cat? all black Would you rather have an STD or share a bed with Michael Jackson? life chose for me and honestly this is probably the first time I’m happy about it Do you have any wallpaper in your house? I wish How many pairs of underwear do you own? lots of panties but not enough bras Who was your primary/elemantary school’s most popular girl? E.O. and A.M. Would you like to learn to play the harp? meh Are your feet ticklish? very and I hate that Do you have a black dog? it’s partially black Who has the prettiest toes, that you know of? feet are disgusting  What’s your least favorite season? winter

Do you enjoy walks? sure Can you roll your tongue? I can Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? gimme Would you forgive someone for cheating? hard to tell Have you seen A Clockwork Orange? not interested Do you like to read? occasionally re you a grumpy person? often Do you like cotton candy? never tried and don’t wanna Rap or pop? pop What’s the weirdest flavor of ice cream you’ve tried? rose, amazing! Love or lust? love Do you remember lyrics easily? am I the only one who don’t? :(

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

Can I bind with ace bandages if I'll have it on for less than a half hour? I usually bind with about 13 sport bras and it still makes me not very flat. I just wanna see what I look like with a flat chest

Lee says:

We really advise against binding with ace bandages or binding with more than 2 sports bras- both of those things can hurt your ribs.

If you have 13 bras on all at the same time, you’re defs not going to be looking flat anyway since all those bras are gonna be layered up on top of each other and it might cancel out some of the effect of doing it in the first place.

Dysphoria sucks (read through Our Dysphoria Tips Masterpost for some coping ideas) but getting injured because you’re binding unsafely also sucks.

These are side effects we’ve heard people self-report after unsafe binding:

Damaged ribs (bruised, broken, deformed, warped, cracked, etc)

If you deform/damage your ribcage, you may have issues getting top surgery, or never be able to bind comfortably again.

aggravation of existing conditions (such as asthma)

heart and lung problems

build up of fluid in the lungs

vomiting

coughing up blood

Reduced lung capacity

Our Binding FAQ has instructions on getting a safe binder:

Open a private window on your browser and pick the binder you want online, add it to the website’s shopping cart and start to check out until you find how much it costs with shipping and tax. If you don’t have access to a computer at home, use one at the library.

Save up enough money to buy the binder. Make sure you have a few dollars extra for the extra fee of buying a prepaid card, which can be around $4.

If you have a debit card but don’t want your parents to see the purchase, withdraw money from your account and use the cash to buy a prepaid card. You can say you just wanted to have some cash in case you needed it.

Go into a store and buy a prepaid VISA gift card. They have them at lots of stores, even CVS. (You can also ask a friend to do this if you can’t walk/bike/get a ride to a store on your own)

Prepaid credit cards require you to be 18 to open an account, but you can purchase prepaid gift cards at a grocery or other store at any age and use them wherever Visa, MasterCard or AMEX are accepted. These gift cards, which aren’t reloadable, usually carry an activation fee along the lines of $4.95 for every $50 increment. You usually find them in denominations of $25, $50 or $100.

Figure out where you’re going to get it shipped to, since you’ll need to put an address when you buy it.

Ship it to a consenting friend’s house or an accepting relative, if you have one.

Ship it to your own house and try to get the mail yourself.

If the parent gets to the mail first, say you bought a present for someone. If you’re going the pretend-present route, order it near a real birthday for someone or a holiday like Christmas. You may want to go to a store in person first and buy an actual physical present to then gift to cover up that it wasn’t in the package. You could also ask a friend to lend you a shirt, tell your parents you won a shirt in a giveaway or bought it but decided to give it to a friend as a present, then give the shirt back to the friend.

Get a PO box if you’re going to be getting things in the mail frequently.

If you buy an Underworks binder on Amazon you can pick it up at an Amazon Locker at Whole Foods or a different location.

Buy the binder online. Put the name on the card in the payment section of the website. Clear your internet history if you’re at home and didn’t use a private browser window. Make sure the invoice is sent to an email that only you have access to, or a disposable email (just google “disposable email” and there are a ton of options!)

Hide it when you get it. Handwash it when it gets dirty. Or start doing your laundry yourself. Wring it out and hang it to dry in the back of your closet. Bring it in a bag with you to change into it when you’re out of the house.

(Or ask a friend with a debit/credit/gift card to buy you a binder if you give them the cash.)

What is the gc2b packaging like?

What’s the underworks packaging like?

What does shapeshifters inc. packaging look like?

binderbuddies

You can also try to apply for a free binder for trans people:

Local LGBT organizations or support groups may have free binders that have been donated by other trans folk, especially if they also have other donated clothes available so check in with local resources first since it’s usually easier to get a binder from them in person than it is to go on a waitlist for a non-local organization and get something shipped online.

In a Bind (USA)

Big Brothers (Donation required, 18 and older or with parent permission)

Come as you are (Canada)

Point5CC

The Binder Project

Gender Gear (Canada, $5 each)

Kyle’s Binder Donation LIst

Transgender Advice Group Care Packages

Search “binder giveaway” on Tumblr and keep that tag tracked! Also check out blogs like @Binder-giveaway-reblogs.

If all that isn’t possible for you yet, work towards that goal and see our Binding without a binder post in the meantime.

#Lee says #binding unsafely #blood m #vomit m #binding injuries #Anonymous #transgenderteensurvivalguide

[lucky-clover-gazette]

forrest

catradora one-shot | fluff & hurt/comfort | 2304 words

Adora and Catra are visiting the rehabilitated Fright Zone a decade after the war when Catra goes into early labor.

in other words, THEY HAVE BABEY!!!!!

read it on ao3 or under the cut:

The Fright Zone looked chillingly similar, ten years past the conclusion of the war.

“Watch your step,” Adora warned Catra, who held onto her wife’s arm as the procession from Bright Moon entered the settlement. After Hordak’s death and the Horde’s surrender, the Fright Zone had been transformed into a civilian living space, available to refugees and ex-soldiers. It was a part of Adora and Catra’s duties, along with Bow, Glimmer, Queen Angella, and few other key figures, to re-visit the area annually.

The two young women had grown into full adults, married at twenty-two, presently twenty-nine. Adora still wore her hair in that strange bumpy ponytail, her trusty red jacket having survived the war, her boots muddied and worn. She had developed slightly deeper lines beneath her eyes, age just beginning to show, although her muscles remained in peak condition from constant training.

Catra’s core attributes remained: multicolored eyes, ears, and a tail, with a wild mane of dark hair and ink-black claws. But something major had changed about her physique—she was pregnant, extremely so, wearing a loose red dress and orthopedic sandals beneath her usually-bare feet.

“Don’t baby me,” Catra muttered as Adora helped her up a step. They entered one of the Fright Zone’s main buildings, once soldiers’ barracks and now home to a lively and diverse community.

Adora smiled and stroked Catra’s bare arm. “Sorry,” she said, quiet enough that the procession couldn’t hear her. “I don’t mean to make you look weak.”

“I know I’m not weak,” Catra grunted. “I’m days away from expelling this thing from my womb, and I’m out here, far from home, working.”

“You should be tucked in bed with a book and some tea,” Adora said. “But for what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah, well,” Catra said as the procession reached their desired destination. “I’d never miss an opportunity to see an old friend.”

Glimmer, who stood at the front of the procession, cleared her throat for silence. Adora straightened her back and looked forward, her military training never having quite left her.

The door of the office, formerly Lord Hordak’s throne room, whipped open, and behind it stood a large and excited woman with bright red claws.

“You’re here!” Scorpia exclaimed, immediately wrapping Glimmer up in a hug. “Aw, you guys, come on in!”

Scorpia, the leader, manager, and official hype-woman of the settlement, welcomed the procession into a large room containing public employees processing refugee paperwork (even a decade after the war, people were still without homes from the Horde’s damages). The walls of the cavernous room were lined with colorful lights and drawings by local children, and a few faun-folk Adora recognized as Thaymorians sat at a nearby desk, receiving aid.

“Scorpia,” Bow enthused, “this looks wonderful!”

“Thanks,” Scorpia said. “We’ve put a lot of work into making the Fright Zone a less frightening place.”

“It’s fantastic,” Glimmer said, holding her father’s staff at her side. As the Princess of Bright Moon, she was in charge of many important Etherian political affairs, so this trip was a welcome opportunity to relax. “Looks like we don’t need to help with much here—you’ve got this.”

“Thanks,” the white-haired woman said, smiling and rubbing her neck. “Means a lot, coming from you.”

Glimmer nodded, stepping aside to reveal Catra and Adora behind her. Scorpia’s eyes widened.

“KITTY!” she exclaimed, barreling forward. “I won’t hug you, because pregnant, but… oh, it’s so great to see you! You too, Adora, looking good, hitting the gym as usual?”

Adora grinned and flexed. “You know it.”

“Hi, Scorpia,” Catra said, a hand on her belly. “I think the baby’s kicking, wanna feel?”

Scorpia extended a claw with reverence and felt the sensation of something shifting beneath Catra’s dress and skin. “Whoah…” she said. “Hello there, kitten.”

“That nickname’s gonna stick,” Adora said, grinning at Catra.

Catra rolled her eyes. “Better than what we’ve come up with.”

“You don’t have a name yet?” Scorpia asked as Bow and Glimmer conversed with another settlement official.

Catra shook her head. “We’re stumped.”

“Do you know the gender?”

“Nope,” Adora said. “Catra’s been talking to her Magicat family, they don’t do doctor’s appointments and stuff like humans. Apparently birth is kinda different for them, more hands-off, but just as gross.”

“It’ll be a surprise,” Catra said, taking Adora’s hand. “Either way, we’ll love it to pieces.”

“Aw,” Adora purred, “what a sap.”

“Really!” Scorpia exclaimed. “What happened to mean tortured villain Catra?”

Adora laughed. “You should see her when her feet start to hurt,” she said. “Or when she has morning sickness.”

Catra elbowed Adora. “We’re at a serious political meeting representing Bright Moon, you can’t just bring up my vomit!”

“It’s super gross, and if I don’t hold her hair, it gets everywhere—”

“Adora!”

Scorpia chuckled and crossed her arms. “So when are you due?”

“Next week,” Catra said. “To plan is deliver back at Bright Moon.”

“Oh, I’m so excited for you!” Scorpia exclaimed. “But still… no name planned yet? That’s bold.”

“I think we’ll just know when the moment comes,” Adora said.

Catra smirked. “I’m gonna be busy screaming in agony, probably, but whatever.”

Adora squeezed Catra’s hand. “I’ll be there with you,” she said. “I promise.”

“I know,” Catra said, and it was the damn truth.

The hallways were the same, but everything else was entirely different.

“It’s crazy,” Adora said, leading Catra to their shared quarters. They’d be staying the night, along with the rest of the procession, since travelling to the Fright Zone was a strenuous journey from Bright Moon.

“Do you we could ever find our places in all this?” Catra asked, waving to a happy family of reptile-people.

“Like the barracks and the training room? Not sure,” Adora shrugged.

“And Shadow Weaver’s quarters,” Catra said darkly.

“Gone,” Adora said, “just like her.”

This was a reassurance, Adora squeezing Catra’s arm, but her wife still frowned.

“I still hate this place,” Catra admitted as Adora stopped at a closed door. “Even with all of Scorpia’s work, I just… the memories are too much.”

“Good things happened here, too,” Adora said, opening the door for Catra. “We happened here.”

“You weren’t around for the worst of it,” Catra said.

Adora frowned, hurt. Catra sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, leading Adora to the bed. Catra maneuvered her body to sit and Adora plopped down beside her.

“I know,” Adora said. “I’m sorry we had to grow up in a place like this.”

“Hey,” Catra said, a small smile sneaking onto her face. “Clearly we’re meant to be together, if we managed to get through all the bullshit.”

Adora rubbed circles on Catra’s hand with her thumb, looking thoughtfully around their room. It was basic, bare, with the same dull walls and lights they had known in their childhood and adolescence. In this isolated space, they could almost pretend they were back in the Horde, so many years ago…

“Come on, you must be tired,” Adora said, fluffing a pillow for Catra at the top of the bed.

Catra nodded, lying on her side. “The trip from Bright Moon isn’t so easy when you’re carrying a living being inside you,” she said as she settled in.

Adora laid on the other pillow, facing Catra. Their noses almost touched.

“You’re so beautiful,” Adora said, resting a gentle hand on Catra’s bump. “And brave, and smart, and good. I’m so happy we’re doing this together. I love you so much.”

Catra smiled peacefully, shutting her eyes. “Who’s the sap now?” she teased sleepily.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide. “Shit.”

Adora shot up. “What? What’s wrong?”

Catra sat up slowly, face in disbelief. “Adora… I think my water just broke.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Would I fucking joke about this, Adora?!”

“I don’t know! You’re not due ‘till next week!”

Catra ripped the blanket away and Adora gasped. It was really happening.

“Oh, hell no,” Catra said, trying to get herself out of bed. “I’m not doing this here.”

“Wha—lay back down!” Adora cried. “I… I should go get Bow and Glimmer!”

“I told you, I don’t need an audience!” Catra insisted, standing up despite Adora’s protests. “And I’m not bringing our child into the world in the fucking Fright Zone!”

“What are you suggesting?” Adora said, incredulous. “We steal another skiff and head to the Whispering Woods while you’re having contractions?”

After a moment’s pause, Catra nodded—and Adora knew there was no point in resisting.

It was far from a hospital, but Adora trusted Catra and her Magicat kin—giving birth in nature was safe, and fine, and everything was going to be fine. That was the mantra Adora repeated to herself as she sat beside her wife, who continued to have contractions on the forest floor.

“You seriously prefer this to a bed?” Adora asked, rubbing Catra’s shaking shoulder.

Grimacing, Catra nodded. “To a Fright Zone bed, yeah,” she said. “Oh, ow ow ow ow.”

“Humans can get medicated for the pain,” Adora said. “Angella told me she had an epidural for Glimmer.”

“Good for her,” Catra said. “Hey, water, please.”

Adora nodded and grabbed the Sword of Protection from her travel pack, transforming it into a bottle. She stepped over to the nearby forest stream, filling the golden container with fresh flowing water.

It was beautiful place, really—a quiet pocket in the otherwise noisy woods, a clearing surrounded with dense and colorful trees. The skiff was parked just a minute away, with a full tank of gas for their return to civilization. The stream babbled pleasantly and the stars shone above Adora and Catra. This was the setting of new life, something holy and beautiful… and, despite her anxiety, Adora had to admit that it worked.

Adora passed Catra the bottle and forced her into a sitting position, helping her take a sip.

“Thanks,” Catra said, wiping her mouth. “Contractions are getting closer and closer, so…”

“Yeah,” Adora said, expression full of panic. She held Catra’s face as though it could disappear any seconds. “Things are never gonna be the same ever again.”

Catra smiled and nuzzled into Adora’s palm. “I knew you’d lose your shit in the moment. Breathe, baby. It’s going to be okay.”

“How are you so calm?”

“Dunno,” Catra said, leaning back down. “I just am. It’s like—aw shit, contraction, they’re getting so close—”

Adora took Catra’s hand and squeezed. “It’s really happening,” she said. “We’re gonna have a kid.”

“Yep,” Catra said, her teeth bared as she withstood the pain. “We’re gonna show this little fucker all the good Etheria has to offer. No Horde, no Fright Zone. No way.”

“Please don’t call our incoming child ‘little fucker,’” Adora said through a smile, tears of emotion running down her cheeks.

“Oh shit, I think it’s happening,” Catra cried out.

Adora squeezed Catra’s hand with the might of She-Ra. “I’m right here.”

Catra nodded, eyes squeezed shut in pain and concentration. “Little fucker…”

“Catra!”

A scream, followed by another. The babbling of the stream, the wind through the trees. And then…

The sound of a baby crying.

“Adora…” Catra muttered, holding the infant in her arms. “Water, gotta wash off…”

Adora, eyes, awed, assisted in the cleaning of the child. An impossibly tiny being, held in Catra’s arms, eyes still shut. The same peach-fuzz fur covering, ears, and tail as its mother, only in the color grey.

“It’s a boy!” Adora squeaked, placing down the sword-bottle. “Catra, we have a son!”

Peaceful, exhausted, Catra nuzzled into the body in her arms. Adora wrapped her strong arms around her wife, completing the family unit.

“I love you so both much,” Adora said. The baby still cried, but not from pain. Catra hushed him anyway.

“We’re gonna take care of you,” she reassured her child. “You’re never going to feel unloved.”

“We promise,” Adora said, like a prayer.

The baby quieted slowly, leaning into Catra’s chest.

“Hey, Adora…” Catra said, her voice dry. “We still need a name.”

“Shit,” Adora muttered. “Uh… we’re in the Whispering Woods. How about Woods?”

“Babe, I love you, but that’s the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said.”

“So no Woods,” Adora said. “Tree? Stream? Forest?”

Catra’s eyes widened. “Wait,” she said. “Forrest. I like that. Forrest.”

“Yeah?” Adora asked, leaning into Catra’s shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Adora said, her hold around her wife and son tightening. “His name is Forrest.”

“Our son.”

“Mhm.”

It wasn’t long before Forrest began to cry again. Adora stood up, knowing that she’d need to start taking steps forward.

“Catra,” she said, tapping her wife’s shoulder. “He should get a better wash, and you need rest. Nursing’s gotta happen eventually, too. We can’t stay here much longer.”

Catra looked down at Forrest, whose eyes were half-opened, the same grey-blue as Adora’s.

“But… the Fright Zone…”

“Bad things happened there,” Adora said, “but we filled it with love too. Anywhere we go, we’ll fill it with love.”

Catra stirred slightly, and Forrest looked up at his mama. Adora stared down at both, brimming with pride and adoration.

“At the end of the day, it’s just a place. We’re what matter. Along with our friends and family, who just happen to be there too.”

Catra nodded and passed the infant to Adora, who held him close.

“Fuck, fine, you’re right,” Catra said, a small smiling sneaking onto her face. “I was being ridiculous dragging us out here.”

“I wasn’t going to argue with the hysterical pregnant woman at the time,” Adora said, “but yeah, a little bit.”

“You’re driving the skiff,” Catra muttered as she shakily stood. Her strength continued to blow Adora away.

Adora took Catra’s hand and led her out of the clearing.

They traveled in the night breeze, but they were already home.

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