#why is there a little robot in my grandma’s house!??
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can’t believe i live in a reality where its my generation who has to witness the creation of, grow up alongside of, and acclimate to robots being introduced to everyday society
#like why is a robot rolling behind me with somebody take out order???#why is there a little robot in my grandma’s house!??#why is there a robot litterbox??#just regular degular robots#everyday robots#they was dreaming of this back in the 60s lol#the future#the present#robots#ai#delivery robots#technological revolution#tech revolution
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Sevika and reader’s daughter is getting ready to go prom and sevika gives her date a hard time
I absolutely love your work 💓💓💓💓💓
this is so fucking cute. UGH
men and minors dni
sevika cries the night before little fucker's prom. not in front of her, just in your arms that night, silently soaking your pajama shirt as she cries about your daughter growing up.
"she was a baby just yesterday!" she whines. you giggle and press a kiss to her head.
"she's growing up, honey." you say, tearing up too. sevika sniffles.
"oh god, what if she has sex tomorrow night?" she asks. you laugh.
"oh please, like you weren't juggling three girls by the time you were eighteen." you tease her. sevika groans.
"i know, i'm worried she's got my slutty tendencies!" you burst into laughter.
"she'll be fine. at least she can't get pregnant with her little girlfriend." you tease. sevika groans again.
"god, i don't trust that girl one bit." she mumbles. you laugh.
"sev, she's a sweet kid. she obviously adores our girl, you saw her promposal."
your daughter's date to the prom is a sweet, quiet girl, who 'promposed' to her with a big bouquet of her favorite flowers, a bag of her favorite fast food, and tickets to a movie she's been dying to see. she's got your stamp of approval. sevika's is gonna be a bit harder to earn.
sevika gasps in your arms suddenly.
"what?" you ask, panicked.
"fuck, babe, in five years we could be grandmas." she groans. you laugh.
"oh please, you'd love having another baby around."
"not yet!" she cries. "we're too young! she's too young!"
"she might not even want kids, sev."
sevika's silent for a minute, considering this. then, "she fucking better. if she doesn't have one soon, i'm getting you pregnant again. i want another baby." she says. you burst into laughter.
"i don't think that'll work babe, but you can try all you want." you offer, opening your legs around your wife. she grins, her tears gone, and she shoots up to kiss you.
"deal."
the next day, sevika cries on and off from the moment she wakes up.
as you help little fucker do her makeup, sevika stands in the corner sobbing.
as she helps little fucker curl her hair, sevika's tears keep falling onto her head.
when she slips into her suit-- sevika breaks down.
"oh fuck!" she cries, wrapping her arms around your daughter. she groans.
"ma, get her off of me! she's gonna ruin my suit!" your girl wails as she tries to wiggle out of sevika's grip. sevika doesn't let go, not until you pull her away by her ear.
"just wait until your wedding day, kid." you tease your girl. she rolls her eyes, and sevika whimpers.
"why would you say that?" sevika wails, a fresh round of tears bubbling up in her eyes. you laugh and kiss her tears away, and beside you, your little girl gags.
when her date arrives, all of sevika's tears disappear, a glare taking over her features.
the girl pulls up in a car and walks to the door with a bouquet of flowers in her shaky hands.
your daughter is vibrating with excitement as she answers the door and lets her girlfriend in, and it makes you a little emotional. they're so fucking cute.
her girlfriend tries her best. sevika doesn't make it easy.
"i'm so excited to finally meet you mrs. and m--"
"save it." sevika grunts. you elbow her and sevika elbows you back.
your daughter facepalms. "mom--"
"what're your intentions with my daughter tonight?" sevika asks. you bite your lip to keep from laughing at the cringes on your daughter and her girl's face.
"i-- uh-- d-dancing?" she asks. "w-we've got reservations at an italian place after, and there's an afterparty at--"
"afterparty!?" sevika exclaims. you snort and elbow her again.
"i already told you mom!" your daughter whines. "at robby's house-- you know, nerdy robby? robotics club captain?"
sevika's glare lessens, but doesn't dissappear. "nerds can get into just as much trouble as any--"
"sev." you cut her off, shooting her a glance. quit embarrassing our poor kid. you telepathically tell her. she glares at you.
it's my job to embarrass her, it gives her character. sevika's glare responds. you roll your eyes.
"can i get a few pictures of you kids before you go? you look so cute in your matching suit and dress." you say, distracting the teenagers from your wife's glare. your daughter's new beau nods so hard you think her head might fall off her neck. you laugh and guide them outside to pose in front of the flowers in the front garden.
as you snap pictures, sevika hovers over your shoulder the entire time.
your daughter grabs her girlfriends hand, and you can physically feel the way sevika cringes. when her girlfriend rests her hands around your daughter's waist, sevika has to look away. and when they kiss, sevika groans.
"okay! fuck, save it until you're married." she says. you snort.
"when did you become such a prude?" your daughter asks, glaring at sevika. sevika glares back.
"i've always been a prude. i've never had sex in my life. and you shouldn't either." she says. you laugh.
"i heard you and ma going at it this morning in the shower!" your daughter exclaims. you watch in amusement as her date blushes red as a tomato.
"okay!" you interrupt before the poor girl has a heart attack. "you two should get going." you say, walking your daughter and her date toward her car on the street.
her date sprints to the driver's side, slamming the door behind her, sufficiently terrified of sevika, and trying to get away as fast as possible. it makes you laugh.
you and sevika wrap your little fucker up in a big, tight hug before she can slip in the passenger's seat, pressing kiss after kiss to her hair. she giggles between the two of you.
"you guys are horrible." she complains. you laugh.
"hey, that's all mom. i've been a perfectly normal parent all evening--" you try to defend yourself. you're met with twin glares from your wife and daughter.
"you wanted me to!" sevika accuses.
"you barely stopped her!" your daughter shouts.
you laugh. "both of those statements are false!"
your kid groans, and sevika kisses her forehead again.
"call us if you need a ride. i don't care what time it is or where you are-- we'll come get you. and your little girlfriend too." she says.
"i know, mom." little fucker groans.
"and don't drink anything you didn't make yourself!" you say. she rolls her eyes.
"there's not even gonna be alc--"
"here." sevika interrupts her, shoving a dental dam, mini bottle of lube, and a condom into her suit's breast pocket. your daughter scoffs.
"oh, so you're suddenly all 'sex positive' again." she says. sevika shrugs.
"i don't want you having any sex until i'm dead and buried, but if you're gonna do it while i'm still alive, make sure it's safe." she says. your kid groans.
"i know, i know." she grumbles.
"take this." you say, handing her a folded wad of cash. "pay for her dinner tonight-- as an apology for our behavior."
your kid grins. "thanks, ma."
you hug her again, pressing kiss after kiss to her head. you're so distracted by loving on your daughter, that neither of you notice when sevika disentangles herself from your group hug to walk around the car and tap on the driver's side window.
"y-yes miss?" your daughter's date asks wearily as she rolls the window down. sevika glares down at her.
"you take care of her." she says. your daughter looks up from where she'd buried her face against your shoulder to watch their interaction in horror.
"yes ma'am."
"drive the limit. if you drink, or smoke, or do anything-- don't you dare get behind the wheel, you hear me?" she asks. the poor girl nods again.
"y--"
"take this." sevika says, handing the girl another dental dam, condom, and mini bottle of lube. you chuckle, your daughter groans, and her girlfriend's eyes nearly pop out of her head.
"this is so humiliating." your kid mumbles. you giggle.
"hey-- if she sticks around after this, then you know she's a keeper." you tease. your girl snorts.
"mom leave her alone!" she calls.
"you gotta pen?" sevika asks. you watch as the girl scrambles for a pen and paper, handing it to your wife. sevika scrawls something onto the paper, then hands it back. "my number. call if you need anything." she says. the girl gulps and nods.
"oh my god." your kid groans. "she's gonna dump me after this."
you laugh. "no she's not." you say. "when she wasn't cowering in fear 'cause of your mom, the only thing she was looking at this entire time was you. i think you've got her hooked, honey." you say. little fucker melts, a shy smile creeping up her face.
"yeah." she says dreamily. you press a solid kiss to her head, and hug her one more time.
"be safe. but have some fun, yeah?" you ask. she nods at you. "and tell your girl we're really sorry. mom won't always be like this-- it's just how she shows she cares."
"i know."
sevika comes back to wrap your girl in a hug, kissing her again.
"love you, kid." she says.
"love you too." she says, squished between the two of you.
when she finally worms her way out of your arms, she hops into the car and leans over the console to press a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek. you grin at the way the girl's look of horror quickly melts, a shy smile taking its place.
"bye!" you call as the car starts up, waving at the girls.
as soon as the car turns the corner, sevika's crying again.
"fuck! she's gonna be in college soon-- what are we gonna do without her annoying ass bothering us all the time?" she asks, crying into your shoulder. you laugh, pressing a kiss to her scalp.
"i've got a few ideas." you say, trailing your hands down to grab your wife's ass. her crying ceases, and she looks up from your shoulder with a cocky smirk.
"oh yeah?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.
"when's the last time we fucked on the couch? or the counter?" you ask. sevika grins, then ducks down to hoist you over her shoulder, running back into the house.
you squeal and laugh the entire way.
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Honestly the levels of degeneracy that some Twst characters displays just reaffirms my little headcanon that some of the characters would definitely be going to jail and or prison in their adult years.
Here’s my list and reasons why:
Idia Shroud:
He’d do some crazy shii like digging up bodies to recreate his first love. Or making a robot flesh suit for his virtual lover.
Probably end up in jail for stalking a person he follows online
Either that or it’s because he doing some Frankenstein type of bs.
Or he doxxed and swatted a person
Honestly there’s multiple things he could go to jail for
Including that Chris Chan like sweater.
Rook Hunt:
Do I really need to explain for this one?
It wouldn’t even be a day out of his graduation from NRC before he ends up in jail for stalking someone beautiful.
Or just stalking the beastmen in Sunset Savannah.
Probably had his computer and phone searched through only to find secret photos of people.
Now that I think of it, he’s definitely capable of kidnapping someone. His family is rich and has a lot of houses.
He gives off Misery energy at times.
Azul Ashengrotto/Jade Leech/Floyd Leech:
Again, do I need to explain for this one?
All three of them would end up in a jail cell together.
Azul for financial crimes. The Leech brothers for murder.
On the other hand, if you’re looking for a mafia boss and his cronies to be your boyfriends, you’re in luck!
Probably has people’s bones in his house.
Meanwhile, on land he’s most likely a narco/drug maker. Got a couple of dudes from Pomefiore to stick around and now they’re making and shipping illegal potions and powders across Twisted Wonderland.
Literally do not sign his contract. You’ll be his slave forever.
Luckily, Jade is the more sensible one.
Malleus Draconia/Sebek Zigvolt:
Malleus would go to jail because he kidnapped someone and refused to let them(Yuu) leave him.
He says Yuu is living their best life back home in their world.
Meanwhile Yuu is actually in a room that can only be accessed by him and Sebek with only Grim to keep them company.
He’d only get found out because Grim escaped and told on him to his grandma, who’s trying to live her best life in the East with Lilia. Only to find out her grandson is doing this.
Sebek would go to jail right with Malleus because of his obsessive loyalty.
It’s on suicide bomber levels. If Malleus told him to blow up a building he’s do it.
Luckily, Silver was spared from being near these two as he’s spending time with his father in the East.
Malleus would 100% pay Idia to make him a Yuu robot so that he’d always have us in some way.
Yuu has best hope Malleus never figured out the art of cloning and how to perfect it.
And last but not least.
Trey Clover
He’s the one making drugs, potions, and powders for Azul.
And you now who’s right next to him? Rook.
Trey may seem like a normal family man, but little does everyone know he’s making drugs on the side
Never should’ve trusted that smile of his
Thats why his bakery is booming
He puts little doses of crack with the sugar-
Only got busted when Azul and his crew got busted.
He serves his time, and just lives a normal life
Plus the community he’s in mainly believes Azul suckered him into the drug making like he did all the other works.
Little do they know, he did it voluntarily.
#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#malleus draconia#twst headcanons#idia shroud#trey clover#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#sebek zigvolt#rook hunt
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Dannymay 2024, now with kitty paws!
Prompts from my AU, also in AO3
Day 2: Wish
“Hiss. Grrr. Meoeoew. Nyaaaa!”
“What the hell dude?!” Tucker frowned at his best friend.
The technogeek teen was holding his friend with a confused look in his eyes. Danny had transformed into a ghost cat to fight a ghost just before lunch, and came back after school was over. Tucker had grabbed the glowing blue cat with three eyes and hid with him in an alleyway.
The teen didn't know why Danny had not transformed back to his human form, and now his friend was making a lot of cat noises that Tucker would never be able to figure out what they mean.
“Ugh, I wish you could talk” Tucker mumbled while making his way through the park. He needed Sam now, but she had gone home to care for her sick plants.
“Nya! Hiss!” Danny now looked upset.
“What?” Tucker forgot one of the rules about speaking a specific word in the park.
From the fountain, a beautiful ghost emerged. She turned towards Tucker and, with a mischievous smile, she spoke.
“So you have wished, so it shall be!”
The ghost then disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke that covered half of the park for a few seconds.
“Cough, Cough! What the hell is in that smoke?! It smells like my grandma’s perfume” Tucker coughed a little.
“Como sea, eso no es importante” Danny said.
“Huh?!” Tucker looked at his best friend that was now talking. In Spanish.
“Tuck, mi amigo! ¡Tengo hambre! ¡Alimentame!” Danny exclaimed but Tucker looked blankly at the blue cat.
“Dude, Danny. I know Esperanto not Spanish”
“¡Tuck, aun no he almorzado y tengo hambre!” Danny gave Tucker a pleading look.
“Oh right! Wait a second” Tucker got an idea. He took his PDA from his backpack and opened the translation program he had installed some time ago in case another ghost like Wulf appeared and they didn't know the language.
“Ok done! You can speak now dude” Tucker was feeling proud of his quick thinking.
“¡Tengo hambre!” Danny exclaimed into the PDA.
“I'm hungry!” the robotic voice of the machine sprouted.
“…” Tucker looked at Danny with a deadpan face.
“¡Alimentame!”
“Feed me!”
“… why do I think that's what a normal cat would say?” Tucker was wondering if he just grabbed a normal ghost cat and not his friend.
“¡Tucker!” Danny whined.
“Tucker!” the machine repeated.
“Fine, fine. You are Danny and we are going to Sam’s house so she buys us some Nasty Burger” Tucker said with a smirk. There was no way he was not going to show Sam this.
“¡Oh, buena idea Tuck!” Danny nodded while purring.
“Oh, good idea Tuck! [Noises of contemptment]” the machine sprouted.
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not translated spanish:
"Whatever, that's not important"
"Tuck, my friend. I'm hungry! Feed me!"
"Tuck I haven't had lunch yet and I'm hungry!"
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TMagP Quick Thoughts Episode 8
Quick thoughts while listening to the episodes and then some additional thoughts:
Listening rambles:
architecural induced stresses sooooo anything smirke huh xD
"architectural hunger"
the student's sources are just: me.
"unique personal experience" aka it came to me in a dream
love the background music
YOU ARE HERE
I sure am still here for this funky little podcast company
the whole diner scene is giving the crowd vibes from the vacation gerry episode whose title and episode number i forgot but which i love. lost in the crowd?
Alex doing his robot voice!
alice and gwen should just hatefuck at this point imo
I WAS JUST THINKING GERRY AND HERE HE IS???? MY SONBOY? ALIVE? HAPPY? TRULY GOES BY GERRY?
GERTRUDE IS HERE TOO?
STATIC THERE WAS STATIC!
I AM SCREECHING INTO THE VOID OMG
I checked the transcript and: Gee Gee
and now we get a Georgie mention too?
WHAT EVEN IS THIS EPISODE
I am losing my mind over here
don't mind me staring at a wall for a bit to sort out all my emotions
i cannot with this podcast i love it so much
Staring has been done so on to:
Slightly More Coherent Meta-ish Thoughts
Is Georgie TMA or TMP Georgie? Are her and Celia and some others doing a Sliders (does anyone remember the show? just me? anyhow). Did they step through a rift on purpose or by accident and are now trying to get back to their original universe?
If it's not tma!Georgie is an integral part of Georgie making podcasts in any universe? How does Celia feel about it (if she is the Celia from the lil tma!tunnels cult), having someone she used to know be there but it not being the person she knew?
Did Gertrude rescue Gerry from the Institute? If not how did they meet? Why are they going with grandma instead of mother like they did for the hospital in TMA? Where does the nickname Gee Gee come from? Is it just to annoy her? Is it an alliteration for Grandma Gertrude?
Does she dye his hair now?
Also Gerry gives me so much artist hipster vibes I bet he has colourful hair and wears floral shirts and everything. The transcript states that he drinks herbal tea for breakfast so you know he's that kind of artist. (I hope someone draws both Gerry's and it's that barbie and goth house meme personified)
Did meeting Gerry early changed the course of Gertrude's character as well? Like instead of being this battle hardened cold Archivist, she met this kid and thats it, she's had enough of this place, she's getting out and taking him with her.
final thought:
....tmp!gerry definitely learned how to play mrs robinson on a ukulele just to annoy gertrude i am calling it now
#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol#tma quick thoughts#zero thoughts#tma meta#spoilers#tmagp spoilers
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The dinner party started, and Grace and Iseul arrived. Cam and her parents greeted the two of them before they sat down and started talking. It was a bit awkward at first and Grace was a little shy but she opened up and talked to Min Jun, Paenji, and Cam.
Cam's eyes lit up when Grace mentioned the lab she works at has a robotics department. "We have tours a few times a month, so I can put you as my free guest for the next available one." Cam grinned. "That'd be amazing, thanks Grace." Grace smiled. "No problem. Issy told me about your interest in robotics and engineering and I think it's great." She said, and Iseul gave Grace what Cam thought was a sappy but sweet look. It made Cam happy to see her auntie happy, especially since she knew it had been hard for her to see her ex Megan again after so long.
Grace had to head back to her apartment to check on her dog Mellie. She thanked Paenji and Min Jun for having her and said she'd had a great time and hugged them and kissed Iseul's cheek before leaving. Then Iseul chatted with her brother and sister-in-law and Cam took out the trash. She stopped by a leaf pile to play in it and hear the leaves crunch and took a photo for Piper, who was at a big family gathering at her great grandparents Paolo and Ava's house along with her moms and brother, grandmas, aunties Hailey and Tuyên, and uncle Carson. "Nature's ASMR." She added jokingly and Piper sent back a laugh emoji and a photo of a dessert, adding. "My bisnonno (great grandpa) made tiramisu and it looks so good." Cam smiled and texted. "Okay, now I'm jealous and want tiramisu." Piper sent back, "I'll ask him for his recipe and make you some." And Cam replied back. "I can't wait for that, and to see you again. I haven't kissed you since Wednesday afternoon and it feels like forever." Piper sent back. "Same here, but I'll see you Saturday or Sunday hopefully. Okay I've got to go spend time with my family. Love you, Cam, bye 💘." Cam smiled. "Bye, love you too, Pipes 💞." She sent back. She tucked her phone back into her jeans pocket and walked back home.
Meanwhile, Iseul goofed around with her sister-in-law. "Grace is so amazing." Paenji said, smiling. "So why is she dating you again?" She teased lovingly, scrunching her face in a dramatic thinking expression. "Haha." Iseul said, but smiled too. "Jokes aside though, Is, Min Jun and I really like her. She's lovely and I like the way she makes you happy." Iseul blushed. "Yeah, Grace is beautiful and sweet and she makes these dry humor jokes I love and she goes from like sweet and nerdy to cursing like a Simlish sailor. We're taking it slow, and I want to be serious with her eventually, but there’s no rush." Paenji grinned. "Oh Is, that's great. You're like a sister to me and seeing you happy makes me happy." Iseul smiled and tried not to get too sappy or teary eyed. "You're like a sister to me too, and thanks P." Iseul said, hugging Paenji.
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Old Friends
Jason lives in a studio apartment with a single window outlooking the city with a fire escape. The place has clothes lying around and several instruments on stands looking pristine. Next to the instruments is a desk with a computer, sound system and mixer. Jason’s alarm clock is blinking as if a power out hit it. Jason is unconscious in his bed, with messy hair and dirty pajamas. One eye opens as he lazily reaches out for his phone with one hand. The time says 4:25 Pm. He stands up and puts his slippers on. He looks at the mess and gives up on cleaning it right now. He sits down at the desk, picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. On the computer screen is a new song that he had been working on for months with no progress. He looks at a picture of him and his grandma at his graduation from college and lets out a deep sigh.
“I’ll make it one day.” Jason plays a few more notes when the doorbell rings. Jason changes shirts to something cleaner and opens the door. On the other side is Hailey, a childhood friend of his from all the way back in middle school. She’s standing with a robot in a lab coat and the baseball cap Jason had given Hailey years ago.
“Hey Jason, I need your help with something important.” Hailey walks past Jason into his apartment and looks at the mess. “I see you still have the same organization skills as you did in college.”
“Hello to you too, and I wasn’t expecting company from you and your next science fair project. Why is it wearing my hat?” Omega holds her hand out to Jason excitedly.
“Hello, it’s wonderful to meet someone new! I am Omega Zero and I am programmed to save the world!” Jason looks Omega up and down before taking her hand and shakes it.
“That’s cute Hailey, but why is it here?” Jason turns to Hailey, “And frankly, why are you here? You don’t return my texts or calls, flake when we make plans, and disappear for a year and all the sudden you need something from me.” Hailey goes to Jason’s kitchen and grabs a soda from his fridge without making eye contact.
“That sums it up pretty well actually, and I was working on something really important.” Hailey gestures to Omega. “After I got that contract from the government, she needed my full attention." Jason sighs knowing that she says this for every robot she builds, and this time is no different. “I need a place to hide her until I figure out what to do next.” Omega begins looking around the room and shows interest with Jason’s music studio setup.
“Hide her? Why does she need to hide?”
“Turns out the government didn’t actually want a robot to protect Earth, they wanted a weapon to use for themselves. So I had to steal my blueprints and sneak Omega out of the lab so the government couldn't have her. She is much too important to let fall in the wrong hands.”
“Wait, so you actually built like a super murder robot for the government?”
“No, I didn’t. Omegas programming is very clear. Her only two objectives are to protect the people of Earth, and defend the planet from any harmful threats.”
“And why can’t she stay at your house?”
“The government is on my back and would expect me to hide something there. This is way less obvious.” Jason looks over at Omega, who has picked up a drumstick and is looking it over with genuine curiosity. Jason face palms before answering back.
“You're lucky I hate the government. Fine, I’ll house your little fugitive until you can build some other invention that magically solves all your problems.”
“Thanks Jason, you're a lifesaver.” Hailey quickly leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
“Yeah no problem, I live to serve you.” Jason looks up at the ceiling and lets out a groan. He looks at Omega waiting to see if she is going to do anything. Omega is now sitting quietly at Jason’s drum set. She takes the baseball cap she was wearing and holds it out to Jason with a smile.
“This is yours, I wanted to return it to you. Dr. Hailey would wear it around the lab but it has your name on it.”
“Oh, thanks. I gave it to her a long time ago.” He sets the hat down on the kitchen counter. “So are you really going to save the world, like, superhero crimefighter robot style?”
“Someday I hope so! Right now I don’t know much about the world and I hope to learn more. From what Dr. Hailey lets me read, humans seem really complicated, but they are really cool!” Jason’s expression changes from tired to curious.
“You hope? That isn’t something that robots normally do.”
“Well, I am not a normal superhero crimefighter robot.” Jason see’s Omega’s genuine happiness and innocence and can’t help but smile back at her.
“What was your name again?”
“Omega Zero! But you can just call me Omega.”
“Do you like music?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” Jason sits down at his studio setup and begins showing Omega what all of his equipment does and plays some music for her.
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Teenage rebellion
Chapter 8: just a teenage dirt bag
Jackson pov
It’s been about a month without Aristotle I just kind of want to break them out of there they said they fell a lot better but if I can’t I might just go around robbing people and probably kill them
A few hours later Jackson decides to go around into people’s houses and grab any expensive things it can find until it got caught in a apartment building
Jackson:* picks up a small silver chain* nice I can make a bracelet for Sarah
Haddie:* runs out with a metal pipe at Jackson* GET OUT!!!
Jackson:* grabs the pipe and starts hitting haddie* next time think before you act
Haddie:* trying to grab a knife* w-what do you want you monster?
Jackson:* slams the pipe against haddies head* to watch people suffer!
Jackson ripped all haddies teeth out before leaving and continuing to rob and kill people
Meanwhile with Lawrence and lanky hanging out in the living room listening to the radio
Lanky: this channel sucks
Lawrence: yea let me change it
Lawrence fiddles with the radio and then finds the news channel
News reporter on the radio: tonight the teeth grabber strikes again but in the town of coldwind three homes and their owners have been robbed and killed and had all there teeth ripped off
Lanky: you know I sometimes worry about what you are teaching the kids
Lawrence: I Know dear I know
Jackson:* walks into the house* I got 43 teeth!!
Lawrence: good job Jackson
Lanky: what do you plan on doing with so much teeth?
Jackson: crafts and jewelry!
Lanky: that’s nice sweetie
The next day with Zachary
Catalina: where do you think you’re going young man?
Zachary: to the park to practice guitar
Catalina; did you get all the chores i asked you to do done?
Zachary: yes I did grandma
Catalina: ok make sure to be back by tonight
Zachary: I know
Zachary grabs his guitar and headphones then walks to the park to a little isolated area near the water he didn’t want to admit it but he was working on learning Charlie, Jackson’s and Aristotles favorite songs and learning how to sing them he knows it may be cheesy but he doesn’t care he wanted to see them happy no matter what
Zachary pov
I am trying to play Charlies favorite song I couldn’t find the chords online so I am just listening to the song and ear guessing the chords and I can’t sing even to save my life so that’s why I went to the isolated area near the lake so nobody can hear my horse dying singing voice good thing I know Brazilian because Aristotle’s favorite song is in Brazilian(I could be wrong about this but the song is O sol e a Lua and I googled it said that the song was in Brazilian) and Jackson’s favorite song is a little complicated but I think I can do it
Zachary sat there on the lake dock practicing until he got a good percent of the song done and starts to walk home
Zachary pov
The night is warm and windy it’s nice to walk outside I should probably do it more often maybe bring Charlie since he needs to get outside more and maybe maybe Jackson because it rarely go outside
Zachary makes it home
Zoe: how was practice?
Zachary: it was fine
Zoe: nice oh by the way Jackson called
Zachary: what was it saying?
Zoe: asking if you want to come over because it wants to go murder people but it seems like it already did that 
Zachary: ah ok 
A week later with Charlie
Zero:* fixing Charlie’s arm* I have told you several times not to run around because you get your arms caught in trees and I have to waste my time
Charlie: sorry robot dad 
Zero: Charlie the may we keep you inside because it’s dangerous out there and some people are after all of us 
Charlie: why?
Zero: they claim that we are to dangerous for humanity
Charlie: even Abby?
Zero: yes if someone looks into her eyes they will become violent or have a heart attack
Charlie: so that’s why I can’t bring my human friend over?
Zero: mainly yes
Charlie: ok
Zero: there your arm is finished
Charlie: thanks dad
Zero: now if you want to go play outside you have to stay out of trees and anything that can get your arms and legs stuck in
Charlie: I know dad
A few hours later Charlie decides to go out to the abandoned town that he lives in and runs around the abandoned mall for a few hours
Jackson: hay Charlie
Charlie: how long were you here for?
Jackson: I just got here
Charlie: ok anyway get down here I have a question
Jackson: ok * jumps down* yes?
Charlie: how long have those wood pieces been on every window and door at your house there for?
Jackson: as long as I can remember my dads say it’s for my safety
Charlie: do they ever get replaced?
Jackson: every month or so because of the rot inducing goo
Charlie: yea that makes sense
Jackson and Charlie hang out for 2 hours
Jackson: well I have to go
Charlie: ok see you tomorrow
End of story


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The Narcissists Origin Story,
Vampires are one of the coolest mythological creatures to ever exist in any storybook.
As one knows, when bitten by a vampire, there are three things that could happen,
The first being death,
The second you become weak,
or the third you become a vampire yourself.
And who wouldn’t want to be a vampire? They're powerful, strong, immortal, persuasive, sexy, and I have often wondered what it would be like to be one… that is if i was lucky enough to get #3. But to have invincible confidence, and to have absolutely no limits?... Worth the risk, Sign me up!
If you know a little bit about the history of Dracula, you’ll know that Dracula was written and inspired by the governor of Romania (1431), Vlad the Impaler. Who killed a google search estimate of 80,000 people by torturing, and impaling the victims limbs. But why is he a vampire? Well, because he took away their lives. He drained them of their blood and their souls. He was a taker, with no giver in him.
He had to play God, to prove that he was one...
But when Jesus played god, all he had to do was turn water into wine…
…Listen, I am NOT a super heavy,” all sinners go to hell,” Christian, I'm just comparing the two.
And I do believe that some ‘evil’ deserves some sort of moral light shown on it, however, I can't imagine how much energy one has to use in order to kill 80,000 people. You have to be psychotic, I mean you have to be deranged! I can't even get out of bed in the morning on some days, how do you do that?
Anyway, I don't wanna know.
So if Vampires are inspired by real human events, and with Vladimir as the extreme, then Vampires can't be too mythical, right? I mean if all a vampire really is, is someone who makes you weak, then there are alot of vampires that exist in your very own reality. They either kill you while you still breathe, drain you of all the energy you have left, Or you become one of them… A subconscious, conducted machine.
A cycle of sucking you dry, while you respond with, “Sorry! I don't have any more!”
My ex was a Vampire, and like many, he was also a narcissist. A heavy one… as in..an infatuated, ill one. I loved him, he loved what he could get.
When I wouldn't react to him yelling at me, he’d call me robotic.
When he asked to sleep with other people,
When he took pictures of womens bodies in public,
When there were albums, and screenshots of naked women on his phone,
When he'd throw my things, throw tantrums, run out of the house, and slam doors. When my dad had to call me, and ask why he was yelling almost every night because he could he hear his yelling from the kitchen,
When my mother had to pull my arm away from the doorknob because i was running back to him after yet another fight,
When he lied to my face,
When he lied about her,
When he fucked her,
When he fell in love with her,
I was there, with a cup of tea and a “How does it taste?”
When we broke up, I was very confused. I went crazy. Checked his location, his messages, everything. I became delusional, although I was right in the end. Most embarrassing thing was that everyone else knew but me that I was beaten, and sucked straight from my own veins. My mom saw it, my father saw it, my friends, everyone knew. Like I had a sheet over my head, and seeing only darkness was normal. I still just didn't want to hear it. I don't like when people remind me, or tell me how to handle my business, so I tend to do the opposite. Again, I loved him…and love is unconditional, but he was the wrong one to show it to and I denied that. If I had loved myself, I would have never known him. I spent two months in the dark, and one at my grandmas. I wrote a book on how much I hated men, and the rest was an honest blur. Then my big brother passed away, and that honestly shattered reality for me. However, I immediately got over the attraction and emotional connection I had with my ex after my brother had ODed. Like “Wow, that was nothing!”
That week my brother had passed, my mom was also moving out of her house on a whim. My siblings and I all had to move everything out in five days to Texas. There was no time to sit around, and look through pictures or trophies, everything had to be done fast! We had to get out of the house ASAP. We got the call of his passing on the 4th day.
Everyone in the family was exhausted, and by the end it, just really fucking heartbroken. We all wanted to be was alone, but together. There were days of the week where we had to go to the funeral home and get things set up for the memorial, and to say bye one last time. Reminder after reminder that he was gone, It was too much for us. At some points I didn't feel the way I should have felt when my brother had passed. My body, my mind, everything was jumbled. At the same time though, It was bitter sweet. I felt confident, I felt good, I felt pretty, capable, and at ease… I was also smoking weed like a mf, and felt unstoppable. I felt coldhearted on some days, which fed into my guilt. I mean, I had just gotten out of one thing, and then into this. I shut down, and I didn't want to deal with it.
So I didnt, I smoked, spent my money on spray tans, got high with my friends every night. Watched TONS of Eris clips from the Legend of SinBad, (I just found it comforting idk.)
A month after his passing, I had just turned 20. My friends encouraged me to start working for the summer, so I applied to work at Victoria Secret. I got the job and when I did, I was then also encouraged to apply to this theatre conservatory in New York City. Happily, I got into the school as well. Still, everything was moving way too fast. The weed helped to slow things down for a month or two, …until one morning when I woke up in my teacup of a dorm from the sound of a car alarm going off in midtown. That alarm, however, became the “ping” of many new doors opening for me.
Applying to this school was one of the best decisions I had ever made. My classes consist of Acting, Movement, Alexander Technique, Voice/Speech and much, much more. Each one is a little like a mini therapy session. While acting you must have empathy, and in order to have empathy, you must be in touch with your own emotions. A class that helps you do that is my very own personal favorite, which is Movement. Movement helps the actor develop their instrument, and to also help unlock the past trauma hidden deep within the body. By moving your chakras, or circles of energy in a spiral motion, you can release, and learn to control your deep seated emotions. Now, before I go on to act, I HAVE to move my body. It has helped me tremendously with my anxiety. When depressed I always move my body as well, and dance stupid with my headphones on.
Having this class after everything that had happened, cleansed the shit out of me. Everyone in the class had their own circumstance that they were struggling with. I would cry my eyes out in the chair, look over my shoulder, and see the girl behind me with puffy, red eyes, smile, and give me a thumbs up. Like… “Ya girl, same.”
I learned to not be afraid of my emotions, and to seek comfort in my sensitivity. I embraced this, and learned much about myself through connecting with my body…yet, this does not mean that I knew how to control my emotions entirely when they arose. I had never reacted before taking this class. I had never gotten mad, I had let people/family insult and disrespect me to my face, but didn't know how to be angry. I didn't mind a thing, because I didn't want to mind a thing. Before movement, I lived life completely dissociated, and for an incredibly valid reason, and for an incredibly long time. I should have been way more angry, rebellious, and brave, but I didn't know how to take a stand for myself. I didn't know
what it meant to be “angry” for I have always associated that word with violence, or revenge.
Movement is like shaking up a soda bottle, popping a mentos inside, and then letting the cap off. I’d be sitting alone in my room and then BAM! Suddenly, I feel irrationally angry for no reason. When I looked more into it, by journaling or moving, I found that there were reasons as to why I was feeling mad or sad. That I should have been way more aware about how I was being treated in the past. Of course it made me upset to remember the past. To sit in my room alone and to realize, “Holy shit, this wasn't a good person after all, why the fuck did I let this happen?” I started to remember memories that I thought were dreams. I had become sick of letting people put me in their box, I became sick of people putting words in my mouth when I was afraid to use my voice. I was afraid to go outside, I couldn't hold a conversation, and had more frequent panic attacks.
All of the feelings, all the emotions that I avoided during my brother's death, my breakup, and during that relationship. Events in high school and childhood, all of it built up. I kept hating myself, like why wasn't I more mad?? Why didn't I stop it sooner? Most people have this rebellious, revenge phase at 16 by dying their hair purple or sneaking a tattoo, or by doing the extreme like breaking into cars, I suddenly had this craving to do all of it. To do everything I was afraid to do. Like shoplifting, drugs, lashing out, and I didnt want to talk or be around anybody. Thank god I went to acting school during this because I had many opportunities to let it all out. If didn' have an outlet where I could express these feelings, I don't know if I would have survived alone.
And when all these emotions had surfaced, I didn't really have anyone to talk to. I had ended up getting into a fight with my friends which was rooted from miscommunication. Some things were said that made me think trauma dumping on them wasn't gonna get me any farther in my healing process. I rarely answered my parents phone calls, I didn't want genuine advice, or to actually help myself. I enjoyed feeling the pain, I enjoyed staying in this feeling because it meant I was in the right direction. It meant I was becoming my own person. Although brilliant to have actually felt anything, I didn't recognize this as depression at the time because I wasn't numb.
I always talked to my boyfriend though. I met him the summer after my brother passed through one of my close childhood friends. I didn't open up to him much at first though, which was always an issue with my past relationships. This one though, was new, and we became exclusive pretty quickly. I wasn't totally sure about the relationship either, I mean… I had just gotten out of a horrid one. I didn't really intend for it to be serious, but I actually ended up really getting along with him. His energy, his heart, he was different, and I felt different with him. Again, not so different enough to let my guard down. I knew better, and with everyone in my life ‘till right now, I only showed him what I wanted him to see.
As time went on, My boyfriend and I grew closer. I let down my guard, and together, we embarked on shrooms. Yes, shrooms. I let all that anger fester in me the night we tripped. My boyfriend described me as a ghost ,and said ( and I quote) “You were completely naked. You looked at me with your mouth open, and stared. I swear your heart wasn't beating, but then you lifted your arms, screamed, and locked yourself in the bathroom.”( End quote)This is hilarious, I know, and I do remember that.
My heart, contrary to my boyfriend's assumptions, was in fact beating. Not one cell in my body was dead, for I could feel… everything. I could feel the sensation of the trees, the radiation from the TV. Both were completely different energies. The radiation made me instantly sick, and the trees made me feel both joy and melancholy. I screamed at my boyfriend because I had never felt more alive. It was a burst, a rush, a WAVE of energy. I was seeing, feeling, and remembering so much all at once.
After the trip, I cried until I felt like the baddest bitch in all the universe. I felt like a goddess by the end of it. I also learned so much about energy after that trip, it was insane, but the reminder that popped up the most was that emotions are just energy in motion. I shed so much old energy that night, that I actually felt like a new person. I felt like my DNA changed. Reborn, like a vampire after it turns. I was ten times more sensitive after that, but also ten times a bit crazier. I started to get madder! Not the, “Maybe I should be mad,” mad, or a “Regret” kind of angry, It was, “Okay I am in the present, no longer mad about the past, I am actually mad, i am angry, and I do not want to ignore this.”
When I let myself get angry, I felt my power more than I ever have had before. I’d get mad like a man. I'd get mad at my boyfriend, “Why didn't you ever ask questions about me when we first got together? no wonder you don't know anything!” I'd get mad at my parents, “Why did you guys do this? Why didn't you do that?” Mad at my friends, my siblings, my ex, and myself. I was the angriest I had ever been. When I’d lash out, I would also feel their power, I felt like I was taking it. I turned inward. My perceptions shifted against everyone else. I was fierce, like I didn't need anyone.
I isolated myself from my peers at school even more so than I already did. I barely answered my boyfriends calls, was doing AMAZING in acting class, but was smoking practically every night, and every morning. I fought with my boyfriend so horribly one night that all I saw was red. My behavior only grew worse with everyone around me, and I started to skip classes. I felt that because I'm an adult, and that was the first time I didn't have someone's hand down my throat, or strings tied to my wrists, that I could do, and act however I pleased, because as a human being, that was my right. I deserved to let myself react however I wanted, because I never let myself have that freedom beforehand.
It wasn't until I made my boyfriend cry was when I felt like my ex. I snapped out of my God complex. “Oh my god, my boyfriend is me, and I am literally behaving just like my ex right now” Why on earth would he stay when my behavior should be scorned? Which is exactly what my ex asked me. “If I treat you so badly, then why are you still with me?” I started to reflect on my behavior from the past. I saw that I got out of a lot of things. I have had a good life. I have been surrounded by love, been shown love by imperfect people, who had only half of what they've given me. I have teachers who have lived LIVES, who invest in my time. My parents have GIVEN their lives to give me time to live my own.
How utterly selfish I had been.
My sensitivity was at a high, but I didn't realize that my humanity had turned off.
My perception began to alter again, and I saw all the sides. Each of my family members has had to learn to embrace life, no matter the hardships. We all deal with shit. No matter what it is, big or small, and if you're lucky, you pick your struggles. This whole time I thought I was living a new liberated life when really I was just grieving. Grieving my brother, my past,and my childhood. Pretending to be okay, and realizing that this had been my behavior for a while. However, one version of myself felt less and one felt everything.One was modest, the other was naked. I saw habits in the way I treated others. When I spoke I heard my ex’s voice, and I heard adults' voices from childhood. I saw the way I was spoken to growing up, and saw that I had accepted that as the norm. I had not only accepted it, but adopted into my own being.
After experiencing my own behavior and after comparing it to my ex’s, I now see how alike we actually were.I grew empathy for him, and I hated myself for it. He was terrible! If he really had loved me, if he saw how awful he treated me from a stranger's eyes, If he had known how hurt I was, if he saw with his own eyes as he was bringing down the whip, maybe he would have stopped before it burned my skin. If he had loved me at all, no matter the emotions that had risen within him, he could have changed. That was a choice he could have made. Would you like to know the excuse he made when I confronted him on this behavior? “What are you talking about? I fight with my mom all the time, and we are still really close. That's how it is in my family. That's how my dad was when they were married.” ` Perhaps not in order, but that was his response. Incredible isn't it? I don’t respect people who are okay with their negative attributes. Actually, I am okay with it. What I don't respect are the people who embrace them as if it is who they really are. As if it is only who they are. Like someone gets really pissed off, and they throw a chair out the window that ends up hitting a kid walking by, You're just going to let that happen? “Oh, it's just how I get!” or “OH! That's just Miranda!”
In order for me to feel better I could either shut down again and turn everything off. I could let them go, and remain alone. Or I could keep the ones I love in my life, take the harder way. Learn From them on how to be better. Follow their lead on life and on love. In order to do that I had to understand that nothing will be perfect. That there will always be an obstacle that is bound to show up. What's important is how you face them, and to be prepared. To walk with the intention of peace, while filled with humility. To learn that no one is perfect, and that the imperfect people who care about you, don't have to. They love as if they are abundant. No matter how much they give, it will always trickle back to them. I already knew before that I didn't know how to be angry, what surprised me the most was that I didn't know how to properly love either.
I could either let myself feed off my own anger for my entire life, bringing it to others out of spite, or I could learn from the people around me who know how to root anger out of pure love. To turn my anger into passion, and to transform it into that incredible, invincible confidence I always envied from those filthy vampires. I learned that instead of violence or vengeance, I could use my anger to manifest the life my parents worked for. To build a life with my boyfriend, to build him up. To support him through his dreams and be there for his accomplishments, To have his kids, and to hopefully teach them all we've learned as well. To live a peaceful, and joyful life.This is what I want.
And fuck anyone who tries to drain me of that energy.
Affirmation:
That pain you inflict on me, is not my pain, and never will be. The scars on my skin are from your lashes, held by your hands, supported by your arms, sent forth by your heart. Not once have I touched me the way you have. The baggage you throw at me is yours, and I suggest you pack it up. No matter how many times you try to hurt me I will always heal, but you will always hold the weapon in front of you while your back bleeds. It is hard to gain courage when you're always hiding behind something. It is hard to let someone in when your arms just can't seem to stop swinging. It's hard to stop swinging when there's nothing in your head but “woe is me”.
I am not you, nor will I ever be you. Your existence is an epidemic, and I will no longer spread it to try and get back to you. Instead, I send you love, and may you never hold onto it. May you keep a little for yourself and give the rest to another. If you can't, then I suggest you buy a stake, for this blood bank is closed.
xPixie
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Cantering Cumulus! Skyland's bravest daughter Sora Harewataru has fallen to Earth! On this strange planet full of concrete jungles, metal boxes, and birds the size of one's hand, Sora must protect Princess Elle, the Hydrogen Baby of the royal family.
However, she may not be alone in her quest! Mashiro Nijigaoka, who sympathizes with her plight, becomes fast friends with our heroine! However, the wicked Underg Empire, plots beneath the surface! What shall happen this episode?
For truth, justice, and a better tomorrow! Cure Sky descends! Don't miss this exciting transmission from Japan's very own Toei Animation Company, Limited!
*Ahem*, that is... Spoilers, I guess...
-Yeah I'm not sorry about that, actually, it was kinda fun.
-Girl punched an excavator. You should probably put some ice on that, Sora-chan.
-What is a hero, anyhow?
-Awwww
-Well, you're known as Pretty Cure to everyone now~!
-Air raid sirens~!
-Purikyua~!
-Hero in the House, bitch!
-Oh hello, granny.
-Mashiro-hime desu ka!?
-What the fuck, why do you have a bachelor pad this huge?
-Hello, grandma!
-"Wow bro, that's crazy. Come in for some tea."
-It's a good thing Sora's Skyland etiquette seems to be almost exactly like the Japanese kind, huh?
-A whole other world~!
-A whole lot of "other worlds" too, but... y'know, let's just focus on Skyland for now, eh? You don't need to know all that so soon.
-Quite the transformation you did there.
-Taking the baby home takes priority.
-What the hell
-Granny prepared all this.
-Ahhhh, baby!
-The story begins.
-Even got a room!
-Getting down on one knee already? Didn't realize you were a love at first sight type.
-Whoa, hey! Knighthood?! I was kidding!
-Dame Sora Harewataru. Legendary Heroine Pretty Cure. Guardian of the Princess. Mashiro's Friend, the title she's most excited over.
-Bedtime.
-Morning!
-Fine earthling cuisine~!
-I fear you would explode if we took you to Oishi-Na Town.
-Borkfast
-Right in the taste plums.
-Rose oil, cinnamon stick, dried frog.
-Is Granny Niji some kinda magician?
-Elle-chan~!
-This is a nice little brass piece.
-Phone!
-You'll be very surprised by our advancements in technology all the time~!
-Robot!
-"Could you... pick out my civvy clothes for me."
-I really liked that sailor outfit and the black jacket one, those were cute.
-This is peak character design tho, very nice.
-Pukutto Bur-Ger...
-Hero?
-Oh ye gods, vines
-Ohhhh
-That's a whole-ass knight!
-Sabaton!
-Ohhhhhhhh, Granny knows a lot, huh.
-I wonder if this is a Heartcatch situation and she used to be a Pretty Cure too?
-Ranborg! Vending destruction and suffering!
-"Why did you pick this one, I wonder?"
-Ohhhh, I get it now. Granny's the knight she saw.
-It's Hero Time!
-I'm floored by this sequence, it's so gorgeous.
-Mugen ni hirogaru aozora! Cure Sky!
-Damn, those drinks are carbonated as fuck.
-"Please be careful :pleading:"
-"Yes, my princess!"
-Spinning! PreCure Counterattack!
-Naming your attacks, a very based thing for a hero to do!
-Pretty Holic Stationery~!
-For the lass who dreams of a hero. For a girl who wishes to be-
-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2, COMING OUT 2023 BABYYYYY!!!
-"Oh by the way, you might see other PreCures in the ED. Uh, just go along with it, there's a lot happening!"
-Might be a bit before we get to see Prism in action. That's alright, I can wait.
-Wing, my precious boy, I await you. Funny how we don't know your name yet. You're absolutely that orange borb I didn't comment on.
-Butterfly, you lookin' fine.
-Zounds! Our next installment of Hirogaru Sky Pretty Cure! Elle-chan has gone so long without the loving embrace of her mother and father that she has become tragically homesick! Cheer up, Hydrogen Baby! Sora-chan will do everything in her Tune in next time! Same Sky Time! Same Sky Channel!
#hirogaru sky pretty cure#hirogaru sky spoilers#hirogaru sky precure#pretty cure#precure#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!
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The Wu Whereabouts Theory
Now that people are getting hyped for the month countdown toward Amphibia Season Three’s release, I am going to be talking about a theory my friend and I talked about over the past few months, and it’s time to buckle up because we’re going to be tackling this theory from a production, character design, and semantics perspective.
And why these specific factors? Because the theory revolves around these three characters.
And why I believe all of them are related in some way.
Now, you might ask yourself: Bork, how in the hell are these characters related? The old woman character doesn’t seem to have any semblance of features relating to Marcy. What about the dad, are you going to explain the dad? Are you pulling my leg?
And to that, we’re going to have to start small. I’ll first explain why the character on the right seems to be an important character to the story, how all these characters can be connected through deliberate design/semblance, and then I am going to hit it out of the park with the probability from a logical perspective with what the intro and past Marcy interactions seem to give us on why everyone is where they’re currently at.
Especially where Marcy’s father is currently located.
This theory is very, and I mean, very long, so hang on to your seats as we dive into my thoughts about where Season Three might lead us.
And credit goes to @CynDavilaChase on Twitter because she made me realize the probability of this theory in the first place.
And with that, let us begin!
Section One - Who’s This Woman?
With animated introductions, I think one of the big things I noticed with Amphibia Season Three’s intro is that it’s heavily serialized. Compared to Amphibia’s introduction with Seasons One and Two, there are a lot of animated scenes found in the sequence where the story is already being told in a narrative.
You get shots of Anne being introduced to her house, you get new important characters introduced in a lot, there appears to be insight into future events such as Anne getting a moped while being chased by government agents or the massive monkey robot chasing her through the alleyways.
A lot of the intro is prioritized over its serialized format, and that means the characters seen and animated in the foreground have to be important characters or else the studio is basically wasting time focusing on a background character that will never be seen again.
Of course, you get some sliding shots like with the construction workers or the beach scene with the beach-goers but that’s only for a second and they’re not truly the forefront.
But during the shots between 0:29 and 0:49, the sequences we see include a lot of what appears to be important scenes with important characters that will play some role in the story itself.
There are no parts in the sequence where background characters are put in the foreground. Each bit of the animation needs to count, it needs to tell a story of what’s to come and what the audience can anticipate to see.
Now that begs the question:
Why is a supposed random background character in the foreground?
We got some reason as to why the engineer lady looks important since she was in a shot full of important or supporting characters, but why her??
Sure, one could argue this shot could just be indicative of Andrias’s invasion, but there are numerous other ways to show that there’s an invasion without putting too much animation effort on one background character, especially from a composition perspective.
Pardon the messiness, I had to do this quick, but look at how all three ladies are lined up.
The far left grandma, when following from her head to the the front lady’s creates a line that not only creates a sense of direction for our eyes to follow but follows the more significant and foreground character of all three. Look at how the dragonflies occupy most of the top of the frame while the two older women stay in the marketplace’s form, and how this leaves the younger woman to be abruptly placed in the open — creating a visual that this character in particular is more important than the rest in the shot.
Check the way the characters move their eyes when the scene happens too: the background characters quickly look to the right, then the woman out in the open then directs her eyesight to the skyline, where all the dragonflies are flitting by.
Now, I’m not a storyboard artist or composer, I could be wrong on how the crew created this scene all together, but regardless it is still so odd to put emphasis on a background character in the front and then just leave it at that.
She has to be important in some way, and this is where I want to talk about character design.
Section Two - All Related or Am I Just Racist?
When it comes to character design we need to talk about how the character designers make sure to give Anne some form of semblance to her parents, and in this case, she looks a lot like her mother.
They got the bushy hair, the same skin tone, eyebrows, etc. And with her dad you could even see that Anne got her fluffy bangs from him specifically. Only one shared genetic trait, however.
This is deliberate, we know that for sure, and that is why I need to make this very clear as we transition to the similarities found in Marcy and the theorized characters, and why I believe they’re related in design. Mainly because the concept of race and appearance could be quite a debacle and I wanted to make sure that all of you know I am not assuming things out of naivety, and if I am, feel free to get my ass.
Other than that, let’s look at them again.
And here I shall compile the appearance stuff that each character seems to have.
With these three characters they seem to connect to one another with one genetic trait, but if one looks closely, there comes the question of the older lady (who I will just call Marcy’s mom at this point) and why she’s vastly different to Marcy when it comes to skin tone, hair color, and hell — if we look between Marcy and the engineer — why these two characters have vastly different hairstyles compared to the woman.
Even though I could give speculation and some doubt to the engineer and Marcy’s mom being related, and on first glance I couldn’t do the same with Marcy and her mom either, but then I did some digging and realized something. I can connect Marcy and her potential mom in one way — hair design.
Marcy and her mom both share the same poofy hair, it’s just that one is more short and the other is allowed to grow out in a nice little nest.
Don’t believe me?
They got the same floofy bangs with that specific hair line.
And when Marcy was little, Marcy appeared to need a hair tie because her hair was growing out, and it looked like this.
If we consider that what Marcy’s hair tie is holding up might be her bangs — bangs that might cover her eyesight from how floofy it is — then if you removed the hair tie then she and the woman would have a very similar looking design hair-wise.
Even with these hair similarities, however, there is still inquiry as to why Marcy is vastly different compared to her mother when it comes to skin and hair color, and here is where I go into some speculation to piece all of it together:
Marcy actually carries the appearance of her dad more than her mom.
Her dad has olive skin and black, straight hair, while her mother harbors tan skin and floofy, brown hair.
It’s this one piece of speculation that basically slides everything into place, but regardless it’s still speculation and one that I cannot confirm or even argue much about due to the nature of genetics and the limited info we have. But with this piece set in place, we could start to create the argument that maybe, just maybe, these characters are related.
But if they are, why do we only see Marcy’s mom and her supposed sister and not her dad?
Why do we get no indication of Marcy having a sister until Season Three?
How do we put all of this together?
Section Three - Distance and Finance
I rewatched True Colors numerous times when it came to understanding and interpreting what I could with the limited Marcy-centric flashback we had. I even went through episodes such as Maddie and Marcy, New Wartwood, and a lot of other episodes just to fit everything into place. And I think I have a good indication as to why this family is the way that it is.
First off, we’re going to be talking about Marcy’s dad and his new job out of state.
California is a very expensive state. And as someone who lives in California, the housing crisis and the ability to even stay in a house/dorm without sweating over the idea of being bankrupt is a very real thing.
So it is a curious thing that one of the reasons that the Wus had to leave came out to moving out-of-state due to a new job offer, one that infers a lot more money and probably a more stable living environment.
You could even hear the dad saying “Marcy, you have to understand!” when Marcy runs out, meaning that there’s probably a good reason as to why the parents believe that the move is essential, and I am banking on the idea of money for a number of reasons.
One, living in Los Angeles is expensive as hell.
Two, the coping mechanisms Marcy has makes sense if finance is the main comeuppance.
Three, the background art.
And four, why this girl has straight A’s and a PSAT book.
We already covered number one, but let’s take a look at what I mean about coping mechanisms.
Marcy Wu’s many flaws come from what looks to be the fear of being alone, and the fear of being seen as unvaluable and worthless; that if Marcy doesn’t prove herself lovable and essential to the people around her then she gets anxious and will do anything in her powers to make the people around her like her or stay with her.
She will omit information, move along objectives through passive and indirect persuasion, allow people to assert their will over her because they said so and, most importantly, does all of this because she fears the consequences when she gets outed or rocks the boat. Because rocking the boat means people will get mad at her, and she appears to try to avoid that situation of vulnerability like the plague until it all culminated into True Colors.
She is terrified of getting hurt. She is terrified, specifically, of consequences — punishment through stress, frustration, the people she loves looking at her differently because of the mistakes she’s made, etc.
Why do I say this? It’s because if we look into Marcy Wu with her pre-Amphibia self, a lot of these fears could be placed into that middle school scenario very well. Marcy Wu plays videogames and loves fiction because it is a form of escapism or happiness away from stress; she has this intense curiosity to basically anything of interest and uses that to thrive with getting straight A’s and an overall very solid record, but there’s still a probability that high expectations or making the people around her love her comes through said status of being the smart one (after all, she prides on her intellect, and sees it as essential to basically surviving the day to day).
Look at Marcy’s flashback in True Colors. She’s a middle schooler but is studying for the PSAT, which is mainly held in High School, and I’m no expert but I don’t think you read that stuff for fun or at least study it that early.
And I find it interesting that that’s the first shot we get of Marcy before we dive into her parents’ argument — education, studying, the expectation of high scores.
And then when you remember that Marcy is the least athletic of the girls, the thrift shop’s street she retreats to away from her parents is not that faraway from her neighborhood.
And this street, is messy as all hell. And with the revised background art for this area, nothing about the place changes but instead gets emphasized through more shots of how rundown it all looks!
The fact there’s a bail bonds building behind Mar-mar also doesn’t reassure me in the slightest.
So here’s where we are: Studying, getting good grades, a serious financial situation, lives near a rundown section of the city, high expectations, and the evaluation of one’s worth through intellect and academia.
What we are witnessing is a nuanced family situation. If we go by the assumption that the three girls’ lives are not only vastly different in personality but upbringing, then on an income scale, Anne would be middle income, Sasha would be high income, and Marcy is low income.
Her family’s struggling to be stable in a city that they can’t afford to live in, there’s a very high emphasis on good grades and education in the household, and the situation is so bad that her dad would take the proposal of a higher-paying job out of state than finding a similar job out in the city.
However, in this household’s struggle to have a better life, the parents had to focus on their children getting better living than them, and this means Marcy had to live in an environment where the biggest source of reward and praise is through intellect, academics, the approval of the parents.
And I could probably assume that this focus on finance also lead to very rough patches where Marcy was unable to be encouraged over stuff she loves like C&C or videogames, since the level of attention is low compared to the amount of happiness and pride her parents get when she gets an A+.
Especially when we consider that in the dialogue we hear from Mr. and Mrs. Wu, her dad is more assertive while her mom appears to care but doesn’t seem to go against her husband’s tone, so a lot of the probable issues might’ve come from Marcy wanting her dad’s approval and her mother never standing up for her when he became frustrated.
That would make a lot of context with Andrias even worse in retrospect, because that means the moment a male adult figure decided to care about her and give attention to what she loved, then Marcy fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
And could you blame her?
Now, let’s finally get a glimpse on one other character I’ve been neglecting in this essay.
This gal! Because if Marcy and her are somehow related, then we need to question why she was never mentioned or why she wasn’t involved in the conversation between Marcy and her parents.
I’ve done a massive theory post about this already, but the biggest probability comes in the design itself, since if Marcy’s sister went through trade school to be a mechanic/engineer then there’s a high probability she’s in her mid-Twenties. And if we consider that Marcy is 13, then Marcy would’ve been born when her sister was 12 or 13, and ultimately leave the household when she turned 18.
This means Marcy would’ve gone on with less contact from her sister for 6 years, and that’s a lot for a developing child.
It’s not improbable for Marcy to have lost contact with her big sister, or at least had lesser time to meet up with her due to work, college, or her own adult life now that she’s out of the house.
After all, in Maddie and Marcy, I find it very interesting that out of the advice Marcy could’ve given to Maddie about siblings, Marcy tells her that even though Maddie is the older sibling and is allowed to have her own life she suggests that maybe she should make some time for her sisters occasionally. Almost as if this was a ditto moment for her, that she understands but also had a good example of a sister who made time whenever she had the chance.
On more speculation terms, it would be cute to think that the reason Marcy has so much fire and spirit toward her fiction and love for games is because of her sister. After all, Marcy harbors the same interest toward engineering and robotics, it wouldn’t be a stretch in the imagination that perhaps her sister encouraged her to keep on going with what she felt passionate for regardless of their parents’ lack of response, to basically be unapologetic of what she loves, and this mantra kept her going for a lot of her life even when her sis went for trade school.
But let’s go on a side note here. I find it quite interesting that the character design of Marcy’s sis is also very telling, because not only does it tell a supposed story about who she was in the aftermath of graduation, but we could find a way to also put the theme of income and finance into her story as well.
Let’s be real these two are partners in all the way — from mechanics to engineers to straight up girlfriends, these two basically have their own business going on and I find it interesting that none of them just go with robotics or mechanics as a full-time thing, it’s mainly two jobs rolled up into one.
Why is that? There is some speculation that maybe they’re specialists and work in a very science-related area, but it seems highly likely that their main jobs are being car mechanics by day and robotic expert nerds by night. After all, the city can be hecked with money so I wouldn’t be surprised if they did two jobs at once to keep the lights on. I could also see them doing freelancing to repair or experiment with engineering projects since they take more money than actually makes in most cases.
Overall, money plays a big part with the family, and culminates to what I like to call a Massive Shitfest TM when they get alerted over the girls’ disappearances.
Section Four - Massive Shitfest Boogaloo and Where They Are Now~
In the aftermath of their teleport to Amphibia, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Wus had a big argument over Marcy and what should be done in the aftermath. Really, the family still needs to take that job because of finance, people are blaming each other over who pushed her to the brink, and then you have Marcy’s sister — who was probably out of the loop but probably knows how it was in the household — getting added into the mess of what just happened and adding her grief into the mix.
It is a blunder, terrifying and could break apart a family if I’m being honest. but what comes through is this:
People have now become stubborn in the Wu household, and no one is going to back down.
And what I mean is that Mrs. Wu, devastated by what happened ever since the argument in True Colors, will stay in Los Angeles out of grief and a supposed hope that Marcy would return. While Mr. Wu, determined to keep the finance going and keeping everyone stable and safe, abides by Mrs. Wu and decides to go out of state regardless, bringing back a flow of money to keep the Wu household stable through the aftermath.
It would make sense as to why Marcy’s mom is present in the intro but not any suspecting candidates for the dad.
Or how we see that there’s two older ladies with her in the intro. They might actually be close relatives who moved into the household out of the obligation to comfort Mrs. Wu but to also keep her company throughout this dark time in her life.
After all, when one loses a child, a lot of prior relations start to unravel as the status quo changes, and we are definitely going to see Anne confront the Wus and Waybrights when it comes to upbringing and home life.
But really, it is all up in the air. With Season Three around the corner, I am excited to see what the story has in store for us when it comes to the deep-diving into Marcy’s home life. She might’ve had a nuanced family life. She might’ve had abusive parents, perhaps no sister at all but a lot of relatives who grieved for her.
But with this theory out to the public, thank you all for reading along with this massive beast of a post, and I hope we get to see Marcy out of the aloe vera sauce very soon!
#amphibia#marcy wu#amphibia analysis#amphibia season three#amphibia theory#bork speaks#THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG
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More brainrot relating to depressed clockwork dad... y'all can't tell me this mer's story and not expect me to headcanon shit about it cause f u c k you I'm a sucker for these kinds of vibes SO HERE ARE MY SHITTY HEADCANONS:
Firstly, why do I have the Sotha mom would be just a very stressed lady who just needs a break, have a walk, drink some wine... have some alone time, y'know...
Listen she's been telling Kaareyn and Shaharonn about how she has such smart, prim and proper kids who would never get in trouble while said kids are trying to hide a guar in the kitchen.
She's been planning this dinner with other houses for months, Sil, please don't scare the visitors with that clockwork scrib you made...
Which btw Nall couldn't have a pet scrib as she wanted so he just made her a robotic one for her birthday.
Being a bit more serious, kinda feel that house Sotha wasn't big in numbers... maybe there was grandma and maybe her two or three kids, maybe they had some cousins, way younger than them probably.
That one uncle who used to annoy little Sil and call him the long lost child of a Dwemer... until mom heard that and beat him with a spoon...
Actually since we don't know anything about the father I will just assumed he's dead, he drowned or something, lost at a storm when they were very young.
Ald Sotha was near water so makes sense they focused on fishing, but also getting the feeling they had a thing for crafting/practicality so just imagine both Sil and Nall sitting on the garden, near the water, making clay pots or weaving baskets, cleaning the fish at home and things like that.
These people had a thing for wearing white, a bit more toned down that most Chimer fashion but with enough decorations, Seth would be the one with the simpler attire.
This mer's mannerisms are an exact living copy of his mother's to the point even Nall found it uncanny.
There was this song that everyone sung when working, Nall hummed it all the time, he always struggled with the lyrics but sometimes you can catch Seth humming it around Clockwork City
The family was supportive of their little nerd and thought he did have some real talent, but still worried that he wasn't that interested on the regular activities of the house nor did excell at all of them, never trust this mer to fish anything.
Just imagine the Sotha mom carrying around her kids when little, her in this flowy white robe with hoisted up skirt and rolled up sleeves, a weaved basket carrying a toddler Nall on the back and having newborn Sil on her arm, just trying to weave a family tapestry near he river, oddly specific but I have that picture in my mind very clearly.
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Reactions to a vampire courier? Companions plus Benny, Ulysses, Graham, House, Caesar, and Yes Man. (sorry if that's too many :x)
TW: Blood (maybe obviously)
Also I don't normally feel some type of way about AUs but the idea of Joshua Graham encountering a vampire courier is giving me shivers
The courier was a little... strange. Not in any way that stood out to the average wastelander just by looking at them, everyone in the Mojave had their quirks and the courier was no exception. Hell, you get shot in the head and come back, you're bound to have a screw or two loose. They were unquestionably a night owl, but so were half the people on the Strip, who only started to wake up after the sun had gone down and the slot machines were singing their loudest. They usually had bags under their bloodshot eyes, but every caravan driver from here to the Hub was short on sleep.
On the other hand, the courier had some habits that were a little beyond surface-level eccentricities. For one, no one had ever seen them eating, not once. Even when the King laid out a spread of pre-war snacks and liquor or when the buffet at the Tops was refreshed, they politely declined and took a swig from the canteen that they never offered to anyone else. They were also rather odd about bathrooms, insisting that anyone accompanying them remain outside on watch and let no one else through the door until they were finished. But the undeniable moment of oddity came one night in October, when their companion rounded a corner in Freeside after a trip to the Atomic Wrangler and discovered the courier behind a rusted dumpster, holding a man against a brick wall with their teeth buried in his neck.
The courier drew back at the interruption, blood smeared across their face. "I'm not- it's not what- he- oh, fuck."
Arcade Gannon: Arcade stared open-mouthed for a moment, before snapping violently back into the present. "Is he dead?"
"Umm..." The courier glanced at the man they were holding, whose head was lolling against the bricks. "Yes? Mostly."
With no patient to resuscitate, Arcade rounded on them. "Six, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?"
The courier tried to wipe away the blood that was dribbling from their chin, but they only succeeded in spreading it up their jawline. "Well, I, um, I was trying to..."
Whatever excuse they were searching for eluded them, so they dropped the pretense. "I was feeding, Arcade."
"Feeding? What, like some kind of-" Arcade's eyes widened and he cut his sentence off early in realization. "No. No way. That's not- vampires aren't real!"
That earned him a look of intense skepticism. "Arcade, we've fought off plant monsters and rattlesnake-coyote hybrids together. I have a gun in my pack that lets me teleport."
"Oh, okay, so you have some kind of iron deficiency and you're delusional." Arcade laughed, the sound high and harsh in the quiet alley. "Great. Fuck."
Craig Boone: Rather than engage in an abandoned alley, Boone immediately backtracked to a busier street. He was unsurprised when the courier didn't follow him: Even in Freeside, someone covered in blood was sure to be noticed and questioned.
Boone left town that night and made for Novac. He was pretty sure the courier would follow him, but he didn't know where else to go. At least he knew they were coming. A few people in Novac asked about where he'd been, what the courier was up to, but eventually they stopped asking.
A couple of weeks went by. Boone was on the night shift again when the door into the dinosaur swung open to reveal the courier. He'd heard someone coming, their feet on the stairs, and he already had his gun pointed in their face. "We will never work together again," he said, before they could open their mouth.
"Boone, can you just-"
"I don't want an explanation." Boone shook his head. "I don't need one. I already did you a favor, leaving New Vegas without putting you back in your grave. This is over."
The courier took a deep breath. "71."
"What?"
"71. I've killed 71 Legion soldiers and left their bodies empty under the Mojave sky." They looked down and shuffled their feet. "I've tasted their fear. They're more scared of me than the Burned Man, now."
Boone studied them. Ever so slowly, he lowered his gun.
Lily Bowen: "Put him down, dearie," Lily chastised them. "You're playing too roughly with that man. And watch your language around your grandma!"
The courier looked down at their victim, at their torn throat and limp limbs. "He tried to mug me, Lily. It wasn't pretty."
"He looks like he's had enough," Lily insisted. "Set him down. Gently."
With a sigh, the courier obliged and lowered the man to the ground. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have told you earlier. I don't mean to be rude when I turn down your cooking, I just... I can't seem to..."
"Hush, now." Lily produced her enormous handkerchief and gathered the courier up in her arms, dabbing at the blood on their face with a corner of the cloth. "You've gotten it all over yourself, haven't you? We can clean that right up, but it looks like Grandma's going to have to do a load of laundry. You made the mess, so you get to help."
Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul swallowed nervously, something he'd noticed he was increasingly doing around the courier. "You know, we get murciélagos down in Arizona that do the same thing. They won't leave the brahmin alone."
The courier took in his anxious stance and sighed. "Raul, I'm not going to hurt you. Prometo. It's okay."
"Sure boss, but I don't think the hair on the back of my neck is going down anytime soon." Raul smiled, but it was more of a grimace. "Or it wouldn't, if I still had any. Como..?"
"No clue." The courier shrugged and held their hands up, letting the corpse they'd been holding slide to the ground. "I think it had something to do with me surviving Benny's best attempts to do me in, but a bullet is a bullet and I don't remember if I was like this before, or..."
"Or only after." Raul chuckled. "Jesucristo, and here I am thinking I'll outlive you like most everyone else I've known."
"Yep."
"Should I start calling you el chupacabra?"
The courier grinned, a bloody smile with sharp teeth.
Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Fuck," Cass echoed, scrambling to pull her shotgun from its holster. "Knew I had too much, can't even- who are you and what've you done with the courier? Some kind of cannibal, wearing their skin? Alien? Shapeshifter? I'll blow a hole in your liver to match mine!"
"Whoa, Cass, it's me, it's me!" The courier dropped the man they were holding and held their blood-stained hands up. "Same old Six, just... maybe I wasn't straight with you about why I don't order anything at bars."
"Goddamn right you weren't straight with me!" Cass gestured at the body on the ground with the barrel of her gun. "Who's the fucker on the floor and why are you two pints in on him?"
"Just trying to get my drink on," the courier muttered.
Cass repaid this facetiousness with a jab of her shotgun, and they raised their hands higher. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You tell me, how do you tactfully tell someone that you're a creature of the night and you need to drink blood to survive?"
"Creature of the night? You're fucking loopy." Cass' eyes narrowed. "There's plenty of critters in the Mojave that only come out when it's dark, but most of them don't tear into..."
She trailed off into curses when she realized she was wrong. The courier smiled hesitantly and lowered their hands an inch. "Hey. Let me chuck this failed mugger in the dumpster and we can talk about it like a pair of civilized folks?"
Veronica Santangelo: Veronica squeaked and fell back a few steps, banging her elbow against the edge of the dumpster. A jolt of confused pain shot up her arm, and the Scribe couldn't help giggling harshly at the sudden assault on her funny bone.
"Not- laughing... at murder," she managed to get out between hisses of pain. "Oh, for the love of... right, you're not getting out of explaining what you are, exactly, just because I'm indis-indisposed!"
The courier couldn't help laughing at the squirming Scribe, but they did their best to stifle it. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I um... I guess I don't really know... what I am?"
"There's books!" Veronica burst out, pointing at the courier and their victim wildly. "I've seen them, in old libraries. Creatures that feed on blood, only come out at night, don't show up in... in mirrors, of course, no wonder you're weird about bathrooms, I should test... Dracula! That's it, you're a Dracula!"
"A Dracula?" The courier held their hands up, as if seeing them anew. "Never heard of them. Are they... bad?"
"Well, traditionally, yes." Veronica made a face and rubbed her elbow. "Black cloaks, sleeping in coffins, seducing and manipulating everyone around them... and people don't like it when you take their blood, in my experience."
"Whose blood have you taken?"
"This isn't about me, Six!"
ED-E: The eyebot bobbed wildly and made noises of concern, blips and blats and a flat burst of trumpets from some old jazz tune.
"I was hungry," the courier protested. "And this asshole pulled a knife on me and wanted all of my caps. Probably more than that, if we're being honest. He wasn't doing the world any good, but he did me some, for sure."
ED-E flipped between old clips of a Silver Shroud radio show. "Well, isn't this a deep, dark <static> secret? <static> In a situation such as this, the best anyone can do is <static> try to control it!" The robot added some more concerned beeps for good measure.
"I'm trying," the courier said with a sigh, looking down at the dead man they were holding. "You know I wouldn't hurt some random person, ED-E. Not if I could help it. The Mojave's full of bad people, enough to keep me going if I'm careful."
Rex: The hair on Rex's spine stood up, and he let out a long, low growl. The courier froze for a moment, before realizing that he was growling not at them but at the man they were holding.
"He's dead, Rex," they reassured the cyberdog, lowering the corpse to the floor for inspection.
Rex sniffed the body over, taking in the copper scent of his blood and the Freeside stink on his clothes. He sniffed the courier too, each of their hands they held out to him and the thick headiness of adrenaline. He whined and wagged his tail twice.
"Good boy," the courier said, straightening up. "It's about time I turned in, anyway. Let's dump this guy and split."
Benny Gecko: Benny crossed his arms. "You know, Six, if you're dead set on getting your kicks in Freeside every now and then, you might want to ease up on the passions with the next greaser you snag. This one's torn all to pieces."
"I wasn't- what kind of-" The courier dropped the man they were holding and sputtered. "Christ, only you could make a midnight murder awkward, Benny."
"Murder?" Benny raised his eyebrows and looked from side to side theatrically. "Who said anything about a murder? All I saw was some dreamboat and the best apple butterer of New Vegas playing back alley bingo, officer."
The courier's eyes narrowed. "Not gonna rat me out? Tell the King or somebody that I'm..."
"What, taking a page out of the White Glove Society's book?" Benny held his hands up. "None of my business. Well, if you ever come for me with that look in your eyes, though, that'll be a different story."
"Not much you'd be able to do," the courier pointed out. "You already tried and failed to kill me once."
Ulysses: Rather than react like any normal wastelander might've upon encountering someone attacking a man with their teeth, Ulysses just stood there, taking the scene in. "Heard tales of a tribe like you. East, farther east than even I've walked... a coven hiding in tunnels, emerging only when their hungers grow too strong to ignore, strong enough to pull blood from the veins of the world around them."
"Well, I don't hide in tunnels." The courier grimaced and heaved their victim up over their shoulder, depositing them unceremoniously in the dumpster. "Unless some disgruntled Frumentarius sends me out to hunt mutants under Hopeville."
"Perhaps you have more in common with those predators than I assumed," Ulysses admitted. "But then, your path has always run red. Blood of the Old World, blood of the new, blood of the Bull and the Bear..."
The courier rolled their eyes as they peeled off their red-stained coat and tossed it in the dumpster as well. "Don't talk to me about blood. I know you've seen just as much as me, but it doesn't mean the same thing when I look at it."
Ulysses cracked a hint of a smile. "You see life where I see death. Two sides, courier."
"Yeah, yeah. If you're not going to try to kill me, come on. You can wax poetic and lecture me about which road I'm walking while I take a shower."
Joshua Graham: "A creature far from God," Graham said in his most reproachful tone. "Forever damned for the souls of the innocent they've taken from the earth. Aren't we a pair, courier."
"You can fuck right off with that attitude." The courier dropped the man they were holding and wiped their hands on their coat. "He tried to kill me first. For some caps."
"The crimes of others do not absolve you of your own sins, courier," Graham continued, leisurely retrieving his gun from its holster. He held it up in the muted neon light that filtered through the alley, turning the weapon this way and that. "Though I confess I am also looking for absolution in this way."
"Are you going to kill me?" the courier asked, eyeing the gun as well.
"I've no doubt it would leave this world better than when you walked it," Graham replied. "But my own opinions are not enough to seal your fate. Perhaps we should find this man's family and hear their feelings on the matter."
The courier took a step forward, then another, until their chest was right up against the pistol's muzzle, pressed against the fabric of their shirt. "Go ahead. Try."
And though Joshua Graham was sorely tempted to pull the trigger, though the courier made no move to stop him, something in their eyes... some faraway pain, older than the desert itself, fresh as the blood on the ground, stayed his hand.
He lowered the gun, chastised, and the courier walked away.
Robert House: The Securitron that bore Robert House's face on its screen leveled a minigun at the courier. "Whoa!" the courier protested, dropping their victim and putting their hands out. "Can't we talk about this?"
"And what have we to discuss?" House sounded absolutely disgusted. "I believe you're familiar with my contract with the White Glove Society. If they wish to continue their current prosperity in New Vegas, cannibalism is strictly forbidden. You are subject to the same terms and conditions, as one of my employees."
"Terms and condi- hold on, hold on, you never asked me whether I was a cannibal," the courier replied. "Are you talking about that document you had me sign, way back when I agreed to help you fight the NCR and the Legion?"
"The very same."
"How is that fair? That thing was over 200 pages long, I didn't grow up in the 21st century, I don't have a degree in... okay, okay." The courier waved their hands. "Cannibalism is a no-go. This isn't cannibalism, this is vampirism."
"Which falls under the definition of cannibalism," House replied, his annoyed tone still detectable over the sound of the minigun spinning up. "Section 3.65, subsection F. Next time, read the fine print."
Caesar: The Legion's great leader pivoted in an instant from surprise to quiet anger. "Clean yourself up, courier. I expect to see you in my quarters within the hour."
He turned and left the alley swiftly, letting his powerful stride and swinging cloak cover his shaken confidence. The people of Freeside cowered as he passed, shrinking into the shadows as he made his way back to the Strip, but the fear in their eyes was not enough to erase the image of the courier bent over in bloodlust, holding their victim in total subjugation.
The courier found him on the top floor of the Lucky 38, gazing out over the city he had conquered and named his Rome. "Leave us," Caesar bid his Praetorian Guard. They bowed and departed the room without question.
"You asked to see me," the courier said nervously, shifting their weight from foot to foot. They had changed clothes, and no trace of blood remained on them.
"I did." Caesar beckoned them to the window next to him. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the lights wink below.
"I'm a well-read man, courier," Caesar said finally. "I know the legends of the Old World, and I recognize the marks of one of their nightmares in you. I order you to tell me the truth: Do you fit the full definition of the creature they called 'vampire,' or do you simply mimic the things to add to your fearsome affect?"
The courier didn't answer right away. When they did, their voice was soft. "I pretend to be nothing. I am what I am."
"And everything that comes with it?" Caesar pressed. "Darkness, the blood of the innocent, eternity?"
"Yes."
Caesar turned to face them fully. "Then I, Almighty Caesar, command you to make me as you are."
Yes Man: "Now that's a twist I didn't see coming!" Yes Man said, his happy tone only slightly tempered with uncertainty. "Boy, am I glad I don't have a circulatory system right now!"
The courier shushed the Securitron and looked around the alley surreptitiously. "Yes Man, I swear to god, if you blow my cover I'm disassembling you."
"As I've told you before, I can't technically die!" Yes Man reassured them. "And I certainly wouldn't want to endanger you and your hobbies, but my volume mixer is tied to my enthusiasm simulator and I can't adjust it! You'll just have to hope any passersby aren't interested in following my friendly voice into an alley!"
"Then go back to the Lucky 38 and we'll talk later," the courier insisted, through gritted teeth.
"I technically never left! But if you mean this Securitron, sure thing!" Yes Man zoomed away on his single wheel, whistling the whole way back to the casino where the rest of his consciousness was housed. He kept whistling as he ran probability algorithms, only pausing when the courier returned after a few hours and crossed their arms in front of his main screen.
"Hi there!" he said joyfully. "I've just been cross-checking Mr. House's records on noteworthy disappearances in the Strip, and I've flagged eight of them as potentially being connected to you! I don't want to assume your intentions, but if you don't want to be found out, I've developed a plan for choosing your next victims that will help you remain undetected in New Vegas for 184 years! Give or take a few!"
The courier put their head in their hand and sighed.
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Kid x Reader | Little Pirate King
i started writing this yesterday when i was bored at my grandma's house bc i sounded like a good idea :')
tw: pregnancy.
Shock. Desperation. Fear.
These were the things you felt when you saw the pregnancy test, showing the result you feared the most.
Positive.
How could you have a child being a pirate? How would you tell your boyfriend?
Walking around the island, you kept thinking of ways to tell him, but whenever you thought about it, you got even more anxious. Maybe you could approach him talking about kids, seeing how he'd react seeing a child running around.
Before you could enter a store, you spotted a young couple holding a baby. You smiled involuntarily at the sight.
Kid clicked his tongue.
— Having a baby fever now? — he asked.
Your heart started beating faster, was it the right moment?
— I… Don't know. Why? — you replied.
— We can't have a baby now, nor anytime soon. You know it'll ruin my goal. I can't be Pirate King having a child on board crying all the time.
Well, shit.
— And what if it happened by accident? — you asked, not looking at him afraid of his reaction.
— It won't happen.
— But what if?
— (Y/N), where are you going with this conversation? — he seemed impatient.
— I’m not going anywhere... It was just a thought.
Later that night, while the ship was still docked and the others were at a bar, you weighed all your options. You could face Kid’s fury, but what would happen next? You’ve been together for long, but it was still hard for you to predict his next step. He would be angry, that’s a fact. But would he make you leave the crew? Would he make you interrupt the pregnancy? Maybe he would eventually like the idea… But then he’d think about his dream, of course.
“I can’t be Pirate King having a child on board crying all the time”.
While packing your stuff, you wondered if it was a selfish decision. You were denying the right of him to at least know he was going to be a father. But you also thought he would most likely hate the news.
You stopped for a while, contemplating writing a letter. So you started writing a little note.
Dear Kid,
I know you’ll want to scream and break everything after reading this. I know you’ll be angry, you’ll blame me and might even hate me. But I know you’d hate even more if I had decided to stay. Believe me, I know.
I tried to think of every possible scenario of how the situation would go, and decided that leaving would be the best… For all of us.
I love you, and I don’t want to be on the way of your dreams. I know you can be the Pirate King someday, and know that I’ll be cheering when I see you achieve your goal. I hope you can forgive me someday. And maybe we'll find each other again.
Be careful out there,
(Y/N).
It has been five years since you left. You had to struggle a little, but eventually got a job, and then had your own store on another island, and got a little house. Your son, (S/N), was born and became a healthy child. Looking at him made you realize that you made a good choice.
— Mom! Look what I made! — your son said happily. He was holding a little robot he made himself with some stuff he found while playing outside.
— That's beautiful! You did an amazing job! You're improving each day. — you smiled. — When I close today, what about going to eat that cake you like so much?
He smiled and nodded.
Everyday you looked at your son and couldn’t help thinking about the life you left behind. Not just because he was your child with Eustass Kid, but because the resemblance was uncanny. The red mane, the smile, and how he liked trinkets and to build stuff. He was just like his father.
Sometimes you regretted leaving without at least seeing Kid’s reaction. Sometimes you wondered if he would’ve liked the idea later on, or maybe not. You spent many nights thinking about the “what if’s”. But it was too late to change the past now, you made your decision.
When you closed the store, you took (S/N) to the bakery. He picked the dessert and you both decided to sit on the tables outside to enjoy the sunny weather.
— Mom, did you know that a pirate ship docked today? — he said, while eating.
— Oh really? — every time pirates docked at your island, you kept thinking if it was your former crew. — So we need to be careful, then.
— Someday I’ll have my crew. — the boy said, resting his face on his small hands. — I want to go on adventures with my friends!
Another redhead in your life wanting to be a Pirate King.
While walking back home, you stopped to greet someone while your child kept walking without you even noticing. When you turned to look at him, the sight made your blood run cold. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your body getting tense.
Eustass Captain Kid, the Pirate King, face to face with your child. They both stared at each other with a creeped out look.
Kid felt like looking at himself in the past as a child full of dreams, while (S/N) saw how he wanted to be in the future. It felt like looking in a weird mirror.
No one said a thing, they just looked at each other with eyes wide open.
It has been five years, and Kid still looked as good as ever. It felt like he hadn’t aged not one bit, and the only thing that was different and caught your attention was his arm, which somehow was replaced with a metal arm. He was also stronger, but the rest was the same from five years ago.
When he noticed your presence, his jaw dropped. Was it an illusion? Maybe just someone who really looked like the woman he still loved, even years later.
— … (Y/N)? — he asked, still trying to understand what was happening, even though it was obvious at this point.
— Kid… — you whispered.
(S/N) tilted his head. Did his mom know this pirate? Not any pirate, but the Pirate King?! How awesome was that!
— I can explain everything. — you continued, biting your lip. — This is my son, he’s five.
Hearing the boy’s age, everything made sense.
You left because you were pregnant, what’s worse is that you left because you were afraid of him, of his reaction.
The day you left, when he went back to the once shared room, Kid broke everything after reading your letter. Killer had to hold him so he wouldn’t break the rest of the ship. And for a while he hated you, or at least tried to. He could never hate you, for some reason.
He thought of many possibilities. Were you with another man? Did he hurt you somehow, and it was so bad you decided to leave? Did you betray him and the crew? He even thought about you being pregnant, but ignored this idea since he never noticed any signs.
Turns out, this was the real reason.
Kid took you both to the Victoria Punk, and while Killer took care of your child, you and Kid talked. The first mate showed the whole ship to the child, who found it fascinating. Meanwhile, you looked around and noticed that nothing had changed. Heat and Wire couldn’t help seeing how… Bizarre it was. (S/N) was really a small copy of his father.
— I know… — Killer said. — I think it’s creepy too.
The room you once shared didn’t seem to be too different from before either.
— Why? — he asked when you closed the door behind you, sitting on the bed next to him, not even looking at each other.
— You know why. — you muttered. — I still remember your words. Having a child on the ship would ruin your dream, right? So what did you expect me to do? Stay and hear you yell at me for being pregnant even though it was your fault too? I was terrified! I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but what would you do? Kick me out of the crew? Drop me at the next island?
— No! — the redhead raised his voice, turning his face to look at you.
— Then what would you do? — you yelled too.
— I don’t fucking know! I was different back then! And sorry for making you believe that leaving and dealing with this on your own was better than telling me the truth!
— And I’m sorry for leaving!
You looked at each other, not saying anything now, just waiting for someone to do the next step.
— I want you to be part of the crew again. You and my son. — he whispered after taking a deep breath. — I want to be part of his life, I want you to be part of my life again. Killer can teach him some stuff so he can get an education, I don't know. And you and I can… Well, it’s up to you.
— I don’t know… — you thought for a while. — How can I even explain it to him? “Hey, let’s pack up because your father is a pirate, and we’re leaving with him now”.
Kid rolled his eyes hearing the sarcasm in your last sentence.
— We’re staying here until tomorrow. — he said. — Just… Think about it, alright?
You nodded. The conversation changed, you both had some catching up to do. When Kid opened the door and the of you left the room, you saw (S/N) running around the ship, talking to everyone. He seemed so happy, and to be honest, you missed being around the crew too.
While you were thinking about going home and starting to pack up, Kid looked at you, knowing that he had let you go once, he wouldn’t make this mistake twice.
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Read day 11 here or begin with the masterpost
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Day 12
The trunk lid of Zelda's car opened with a whizz and Link stared baffled at the inside of her luggage space. An enormous suitcase filled nearly every inch of the small trunk and the little remaining space was stuffed with various items that he believed to be gifts for her family. "Where exactly shall I place my stuff, Zelda?" he cried amusedly towards the front door where she was already sitting behind the wheel.
"Oh. Oh, sorry. I forgot…" She struggled to her feet from the seat and joined him. "Uhm… your bag can go on the back seat and… maybe the chocolates here?" Squeezing some of her gifts a little, she made room for his box. "Maybe you can take this one in your hands on the way? I don't want it to get dusty." She handed him a soft shawl.
"Sure."
After a little more ruckus, they had stored everything to both their satisfaction and set off to the mansion of her parents. Zelda had offered to pick him up and he had spent the last ten minutes waiting for her in the cold, questioning himself, her, and everything else. Sometimes, killing time was also a mood killer.
Maybe it was normal to have second thoughts about spending the holidays at someone's side he only knew from a couple of not-dates. Faking a relationship—that was out of his comfort zone. So why did he sit in her electric runabout, holding one of her gifts like a hatrack anyway?
He had several reasons, but the most significant were:
A) he was curious about the woman who excelled in physics and robotics, but was too anxious to tell her parents the truth about a white lie,
B) he caught himself thinking about her laugh, her wit, and how her lips would feel on his too often to let the opportunity pass,
C) and lastly, he was—and that might be the most important reason of all—an idiot.
An idiot with boxes full of chocolates for people he only knew very little about and exactly that needed to remain unnoticed.
"So, your family… Anything I should know? An uncle who kissed the family cow and was banished or something?"
"No." She smiled sweetly. "All perfectly happy married couples. Well, or perfect careers in the case of my aunt Purah and my cousin Granté." Her smile wavered. "I'm the only black sheep of the family. Still tinkering with robots like a little girl instead of having cute babies and a steep career."
"You save lives with your work, Zelda. Indirectly, but still." Link shook his head. "Are you sure we want to go there? We can turn around and visit my Nana. The old peeps of her house would love you."
"They are alright, I promise." She steered the car on a country road and the buildings interchanged now with snow-covered fields. "Just all of them at once can be a bit much."
"Great." Link stretched his legs as best as he could. Not that he was overly tall, but they had to put his seat further towards the front to make room for his bag and the suit. Perfect career, huh? They probably wouldn't be very impressed by a baker, but he didn't care that much about other people's opinions. He did what he loved for a living and that was more than most people could say.
“Are you nervous?” she asked from beside him after a while. “You’re so quiet.”
“No.” He sighed, not quite willing to admit where his thoughts had spiraled when he saw the winter wonderland flying by. “Not nervous… it’s just… this reminds me…" He closed his eyes for only a second. The stung he had felt for so long didn't come, but that didn't mean the memory was pleasant. "Last year my ex and I had big plans for the winter holidays, visiting my grandma and all that, but that was before I found out he cheated on me. And this year… I’m on my way to visit your family, but... it’s fake.” Another sigh left him. “It just feels a bit odd, that’s all.”
“Oh, okay,” she said quietly, “I thought it might be because you changed your mind. I’m sorry about what happened with your ex.”
“I ignored the signs… but yes, it was an overall shitty phase of my life.”
“I never understood why people cheat at all. Why not make a clean cut?” Accidently, she turned the wiper on and hurried to switch it off again. “But I’m one to talk. I’ve been single for years.”
“Hmhm.” Link discovered the deep fold between his eyes when he looked out of his window and smoothed it out. Didn’t Mipha say she had a boyfriend at Sidon's wedding? His fingers curled in the smooth shawl on his lap and he decided to change the topic.
“This is from the wool and fabric store you showed me, isn't it? I saw it on display. It’s cozy. For whom is it? I need to learn the names.”
Now, she signaled much too early and covered her mistake with a nervous chuckle. “It’s for my aunt Purah, she loves knitted stuff.” She clicked her teeth. “But maybe… don’t mention that I… uh… bought it.”
Link tipped his head towards her. “They think you made it.” For a moment, only the snow-capped trees of the forest they passed rushed by. “All of the gifts?” It was more a realization than a question. Of course, why should it be only the Loftwing’s nests?
More trees flew past him until she muttered, “You must despise me.”
Absent-mindedly, he stroked his flat hand over the shawl, his eyes following a muddy drop making its way to the edge of the windshield.
“No.” He looked back at her, wondering if her eyes had become glossy or if it was just the low winter sun glistening in them. “I wonder what makes a woman like you feel that she can't be herself."
She didn't answer. Not with words at least, but the shiver going through her told him that he was close enough to the truth. He hadn't anything to add anymore, so they remained silent until the mixture of gravel and snow of the drive to her parents' house crunched under the car.
The mood between them shifted again as they tried to get her suitcase out of the car and Zelda nearly landed on her backside when she lost her balance.
"What in Hylia's name did you pack in there?" Link laughed the tension away when they had finally heaved it to the ground where she could thankfully make use of the wheels.
"Just a few clothes and gifts for the best boyfriend in Castle Town." Her eyes flashed with mirth and Link shut his mouth abruptly. Right. Boyfriend for three days.
His bag was only half the size of hers, and since she claimed she would get the gifts later, they had no trouble reaching the mansion.
Inside, everything was stuffed with antique furniture and alike, but he made sure not to look like an ogling peasant. Instead, he kept his gaze on the massive, white-haired man who hugged Zelda.
"Papa? This is Link."
Her father greeted him with a nod and a few polite words but set to his task of reading a hunting magazine soon. Very soon. Link tried not to frown. He wasn't unhappy with the lack of attention, on the contrary, given the nature of their… arrangement, but shouldn't her father be a bit more interested in the first man his only daughter brought home in years? That was a bit odd—
His thoughts came to a screeching halt when Zelda slipped her hand in his and smiled at him. "Come, I'll show you everything."
Only now did it occur to him that they had never talked about the degree of faking. She squeezed, whispering something about luggage, her room, and later, but his thoughts were too muddled to make any sense of her words.
Oh, Hylia, this would be a fun holiday.
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Crazy Rich Avengers: Chapter 2
Peter Parker x Reader
Chapter Summary: Tony is oblivious, Shuri is a queen as always, Peter is breakfast man and Y/N’s a grandma
Warnings: swearing and one mention of sex
Word count: 2589
*Flashback to Wednesday*
“Alright troops, let’s get this party started.” Tony walked into the debriefing room that was used for only meetings, but this week it had a new purpose: discussing Wanda and Vision’s wedding plans. Everyone was gathered around a circular table with plans and maps strewn out across the table.
“What made you guys want to get married in Maui?” Nat turned to Wanda and Vision. Wanda simply shrugged, “We just wanted to see what the island has to offer.”
“Plus Mr. Stark has that lovely beach house in Spreckelsville,” Vision added.
“Are y’all inviting Peter and Y/N to the wedding?” Sam asked
“Of course! Why wouldn’t we?” Wanda seemed kind of offended that Sam would ask that. She was very close with Peter and the way he talked about you always made her warm inside knowing that he found someone he really loved. She was kind of like a second aunt to him in a way, though no one could top Aunt May.
“Oh, I love Y/N so much. Did you guys tell her happy birthday two weeks ago?” Nat asked.
A couple of ‘I forgot’’ and ‘Oh shit’ replies made their way into the group and Nat just shook her head.
“Wait wait wait. Who’s Y/N?” Tony was so confused. He had never heard of a Y/N Y/L/N before. Was she an employee close with Wanda? And why was she with Peter?
“What do mean who’s Y/N?” Steve asked.
“She’s Peter’s girlfriend, Stark.” Bucky stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it kind of was. Peter would come into the Compound on the weekends sometimes for training and just gush about you to everyone and even Bucky seemed to know who you were. And he never pays attention to Peter. Tony just sat there, not knowing what to say to hearing his intern having a girlfriend.
“Pete has girlfriend?” How come you all knew and I didn’t?”
Thor took a swig of his drink. “Because you do not listen to the Man of Spiders.”
At this moment Shuri, T’Challa, and Okoye walk in, with papers and blueprints in only T’Challa and Okoye’s hands, while Shuri sips her iced coffee, like the bad bitch she is.
“Hey what’s up losers?” She walked in and took the papers from their hands and spread them out on the table. She turned to Wanda and Vision. “Okay so I developed a knew sound system for the reception that does not require a DJ, and you can choose which one you want!” They all look at the plans and sure enough, there were about four different designs that they could choose from. Wanda and Vision had put Shuri in charge of all the technological elements of the wedding because she was clearly the smartest out of all of them.
T’Challa stepped up to the table. “Sorry we are late; my sister had to bring all of her designs and took about three hours to pack.”
“What? I have to look my best for the wedding. We all know you just throw clothes into a suitcase and call it a day.” She turned towards everyone else. “The only shoes he brought were his flip flops.”
“What you don’t like my royal sandals?” He puts up his foot to show off his shoes and turned to Okoye for support. She just shook her head. “I’m not getting in the middle of this, but if I were to choose a side, I agree with Shuri.”
Shuri laughed in T’Challa’s face and fist bumped Okoye and he looked at them and shook his head.
“What do you two know what fashion?” He asked.
“More than you,” they both said at the same time. This got everyone laughing around the table and Steve did his classic belly laugh where he grabbed the side of his chest and basically fell over.
Shuri turned to Wanda, “So, whose all invited to your big day?”
“Well, we invited Peter and Y/N –“
“Yes! Sorry I just can’t wait to meet her for the first time. Go on.”
Wanda laughed, “Aren’t we all? Also, Peter’s friend Ned is invited because he helps us all out on missions. What is it he calls himself?”
“The Guy in the Chair,” Vision replied.
“Ah yes, and of course all of you people. We wanted to keep it small,” Wanda finished.
“You know,” Sam started, turning to the royal bunch. “Stark over here didn’t know that Pete had a girlfriend.”
“What?” They all three gasped.
Okoye spoke this time, “We live all the way in Wakanda, and knew about this. You live twenty minutes away.”
“We know. It’s ridiculous,” Rhodey spoke.
“Okay and is there a specific song that you are walking down to?” Shuri asked.
“We chose the song ‘To My Future Wife’ by Mr. Jon Bellion,” Vision replied
“Oh, I love his songs!”
“We figured it represented our love for each other,” Wanda looked at Vision and gave him a peck on the lips, with hearts in both of their eyes. A bunch of aw’s filled the room as a response to the couple.
*Flashback ends*
You wake up at around three thirty in the morning to your alarm. You were essentially trapped in Peter’s arms and had to pry yourself out to get up and get ready. You threw a pillow at him to wake him up.
“What was that for?” He groaned.
“Come on. We got to get up or we’ll miss the flight.”
He got up with a sigh and got ready. He just dressed in jeans and that tight black t-shirt that you loved. Why would he pick that for a flight? You bit your lip and just turned away getting ready yourself. You picked out your black leggings and a white shirt because you wanted to be comfy for the 12+ hour flight ahead of you.
You packed your purse as your carry on which had your phone chargers, headphones, perfume, you know, the essentials for flying.
“What are we going to do for breakfast?” He asked. Peter was a breakfast man and so deciding what to eat in the morning was very important for him.
“There’s a coffee place at the airport; don’t worry, Pete.”
You left your apartment at around four in the morning and made sure that everything was turned off and nothing was out of the ordinary. You two take an Uber to JFK and almost fell asleep again. One thing was for sure, you were taking a nap as soon as you got on the plane. When you got there, you checked in with the front desk and saw that your flight would take off at 5:30am. So, you took Peter to the little coffee stand in the airport to get him some energy and food. He got a mocha iced coffee with a blueberry scone and you got a caramel macchiato and a breakfast bagel. You sat down near where your flight would be boarding and ate your food. You were so excited to eat because your favorite breakfast item was just a good bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. You bit into it and sighed out in a state of peace.
You had downloaded a few episodes of your favorite shows on your laptop so you and Peter could watch them together. You had downloaded some from The Office, Brooklyn 99, Parks and Rec, and The Good Place. You pulled out your laptop and headphones and gave one earbud to Peter so he could watch too. You decided to watch the episode of The Office where Michael hosts the Fun Run for Rabies.
About an hour later they started to board for your flight and packed everything up and walked over to the flight attendant.
“Right this way,” she said. She led you past the economy class and into first class and you started to get suspicious. There was no way you could afford this. Sure, you had some money put into savings, but it wasn’t much. She led you into one of cabins and you put your purse down.
“Uh ma’am?” You called out.
“Yes?”
“Um there must be some mistake, I mean… we’re economy people. Like, we’re broke, there’s no way that we’re in first class.”
“Are you sure? You two are Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker, right?” She asked confused.
“Tony, I swear,” Peter sighed.
“What?”
“I told Mr. Stark to not upgrade us because we were fine, but I guess he didn’t listen.”
“Oh.”
The flight attendant walked away and you fell on the bed. The cabin had a little TV on the opposite wall and the bed facing it. Night tables were on both sides of the bed with little lamps that made it kind of cozy. You walked around the small room looking at the different little pictures of beaches from different countries. There were a set of silk pajamas on your nightstand and you held them up to Peter.
“These are nicer than my actual clothes!” Peter just laughed at how excited you were and pulled you down on the bed. He rubbed your thighs and started to kiss your neck and sucked lightly and slowly worked his way up to your ear and nibbled on it.
“As much as I would love to continue this, I am not having sex on a plane,” you laughed.
He laid down on the bed with you, “Well what do you wanna do then?”
“Tell me about everyone that’s going to be there. I want to be prepared to meet them when we get there.”
“Okay for starters, there’s Wanda and Vision, Wanda has like these mind-reading powers, so be careful about what you’re thinking around her. There have been plenty of times where I’ve thought about you in an adult way that’s caused her to not to be near me sometimes. But she’s awesome. She’s kind of like my second aunt when May’s not around; we’re really close.”
“Good to know. It’s also a good thing she’s not here right now because all I can think about is you in that shirt,” you wink at him.
He laughs and kisses your nose, “Vision is also pretty cool. You’ve seen Vision in like pictures and everything so you know he can shift between robot and human form, so that’s cool. Um, he’s just really chill and laid back. There’s also Sam and Bucky.”
“Oh yeah you’ve told me about them. Do they still tease you a lot?”
“Not much anymore, but I’m sure they will when they see us together,” he sighed. Yesterday when he went to the Compound for his camera, they had mentioned that Peter wouldn’t be getting much packing done if he knew what they meant. Peter did know what they meant and just rolled his eyes at them.
“Sam’s pretty cool when he’s not teasing me, and then he’s kind of a jerk, but overall he’s cool; you’ll probably get along more with him than anyone. He’s got a good sense of humor so,” he trailed off.
“Oh okay. Now what about Bucky?”
“Bucky still doesn’t really like me, all because of what happened in Berlin.”
“Sounds like he’s petty.”
“Yeah he kind of is,” he laughed.
He goes through telling you about all the Avengers and what they’re like. They all sounded pretty chill and fun to hang around.
“By the way, Ned is going to be there.”
“What? Really?” You neatly shouted because you haven’t seen him since about a month before college classes started. He had gone all the way to MIT for college, and the last time you saw him, was when you and Peter had helped him move into his dorm.
“Why is he going?”
“He’s like our ‘Guy in the Chair’ for the team. Tells us where to go on missions, and helps out with the team, so I guess Wanda and Vision wanted him there.”
“At least there will be someone I know and close with,” you laugh at Peter’s fake hurt expression.
“You’ll have me, baby.”
“Yeah, but you’ll probably be talking to everyone and doing wedding stuff and I’ll be just hanging out. But now I have Ned! Now, tell me about Mr. Tony Stark. I know he’s kind of like your father-figure as you put it sometimes. Do you think he’ll like me, or will he go all Papa Bear on me and tell me that I’m not good enough?” You joked.
“He should be cool with you. Mr. Stark’s a pretty easy-going guy so I don’t think there will be a problem. Unless you try to crash the wedding,” he smiled.
“Yeah I’m totally gonna crash it and just get shit-faced at the wedding.” It was now close to seven o’clock in the morning and you and Peter were wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep and still had another thirteen hours to go, so you just pulled your laptop back out and put on one of your shows and cuddled with Peter.
He held your waist against his and laid his head on top of yours. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and head on his chest, watching TV. You stayed like this for a couple of hours. You eventually got bored and started playing a game on your phone.
“Whatcha playing?” He asked.
“Candy Crush.”
He laughed at your game choice. “You’re such a grandma.”
“What? Just because I like candy crush that makes me grandma?’
“Yep.”
You lightly slap his chest as a response and watched his smile turn wide into a laugh. God those eye crinkles, I swear, you thought. It was kind of true though, everyone in your family and in high school called you the grandma friend of the group because you picked crocheting and baking of all hobbies, just like a grandma. And apparently Candy Crush was now considered a grandma game.
“Okay, I’d like to see you beat an ultra-hard level where you only have twenty moves to save 10 gummy bears,” you challenged him.
“Is that seriously a level on there?”
“Yes, and I beat it on the first try. Why, you scared?”
“No, had me your phone.”
You gladly give it to him and throughout the level you have to hold in your laughs because seeing his face scrunch up in frustration may have been the best thing ever.
“Shit!” He exclaimed
“What, did you lose?”
“No,” he lied. You held out your hand for your phone and saw that he lost on the level.
“Ha! Loser,” you poked his chest as you teased him. “It’s a shame you lost though, because losers don’t get prizes.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s my prize?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
You shrugged. “Guess you got to win if you want to find out.”
This time he held out his hand for your phone. “Just know, you got four more chances to win before you run out of lives.” Peter tried so hard at the game and gently slammed your phone in frustration and you giggled. Let’s just say that Peter didn’t get his prize. The rest of the flight consisted of watching TV and eating the surprisingly amazing airline snacks. When the nighttime came, the flight attendants turned all the lights off, kind of like a silent go to sleep call for all the passengers. You and Peter snuggled up against each other and waited for the rest of the flight to be over.
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A/N: We got an Avengers flashback! Yay! I really wanted to incorporate the Wakandan bunch because a) Black Panther is my favorite movie, and b) They are all just amazing and I love the way that Shuri and Okoye tease T’Challa all the time and wanted to put that in this. The whole Candy Crush scene had actually happened to me before and I thought it would be nice to add a piece of me in the story, and Candy Crush is honestly underrated if you ask me lol. I hope you all really like this chapter, because the next one is going to be awesome! Thank you all for reading!
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