#wooo this took longer than I thought it would

[chaostudee]

the blue ; jj maybank

pairing : female reader x jj maybank summary : stuck on island was bound to drive you insane but having him close to you wasn't so bad. warnings : none? words : 1.5k a/n: back in my writing era ig? this is so shot I want to cry

you have been stuck on this island for two weeks. you scratch another line onto the rock and sigh to myself. two weeks ago you were chasing teasure and now here you were stranded on a deserted island. it's funny how life can change so suddenly.

"yess wooo" screams kiara as jj secures the flag on the top on the palm tree. you smile up at him as he screams out a cry in celebration. this island was now christened poguelandia.

once he got down to the ground you made your way over to him. kie had taken charge during your time on the island and today she had decided that you and jj would go find food and supplies e.g coconuts and berries.

truthfully you would've much rathered stayed with sarah and weave palm trees.

"c'mon y/n" jj says gesturing to follow him as he takes a machete and swings it over his back.

you sigh and follow him but its hard to keep up as your feet sink into the sand as you walk. you hated the sand.

"bye kie". jj waves to her before walking off. you can't help but notice kie's smirk at jj's words.

you chase after jj. "so you and kie then?". jj laughs and when noticing your expression realized you were being serious.

"what no?!, me and kie? Are you being serious?".

you raise your hands in defeat. he didn't know that he would get this defensive. maybe there was nothing going on there. well what did you care.

holding out a hand for you to take jj pulled you over a rock sticking out in the ground. his hand in yours made you feel warm. it was a nice feeling but one you chose to ignore. you pulled your hand away fast.

the trek through the jungle was silent. you didn't mind the silence that much. it was a comfortable silence.

"wait up can we stop for a sec". you begin to slow down slightly out of breath. a near tree was your support as you tried to regain your steady breathing.

out of the corner of your eye you saw jj approach you. he didn't say a word but his eyes said more. you looked up at him to find that he was already looking back at you.

"what are you looking at?" you ask slightly annoyed.

"you" he admits.

you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"you look good today".

you chuckle to yourself.

"yeah my greasy hair and sweat covered clothes would to be blame".

jj puts his hands in his pockets and mives his attention to his shoes. "you still look good".

you pause. "thanks.....".

jj nods and smiles.

the waves crashing against the rocks and birds chirping in the distance were the sounds that met your ears.

jj spoke again. "do you ever think about going home?" he asks softly.

you have been a kook all your until you met kiara who introduced you to the pogues. you haven't looked back ever since.

you and jj are alike in many ways. one in having abusive parents. ever since you were little your father had taken advantage of you and your mother. it wasn't until you grew up that you realized how bad it was.

you thought about your mother constantly but you had no desire to go back to the obx.

"not a chance".

jj clears his through and looks at you solemnly. "what about your mum would you go back for her".

you swallow so you don't start bawling in front of him. "you know i would".

"she loves you so much y/n i hope you know that".

you try to smile back at the golden boy but a stray tear falls down your cheek. he always knew the right words to say.

jj kneels down to your height where you are sitting on a large rock.

"hey hey" he whispers taking your hand trying to calm you down. it took seconds for you to break down.

he soothinly rubbed his thumb across your palm. his touch grounded you. the tears were still falling but you felt at peace.

jj wipes a tear from your cheek. you smile at him when he does so. his finger lingers for a moment longer than it should and falters further down your face.

your heart begins to race. you pull his hand away. "thank you" you mutter.

his expression has changed. one of confusion.

"anytime".

:::

"y/n truth or dare?" cleo asks as the woven hat is placed on your heart.

you hesitate for a moment. "dare....?"

"oh girl that was a mistake" cleo says with a michevious grin which makes you regret your decision.

jj sits across from you in the circle. this isn't the first time he has looked over at you. all day you had been swimming around his mind. he couldn't stop thinking about you. he didn't want to. he just couldn't figure out why.

cleo whispers to sarah and then to kiara who are contemplating your dare. pope and john b are completely clueless but when you look over to jj he looks.....nervous?

"i dare you to make out with jj".

you gasp. at first you thought they were messing with you but jj's face told you that he was waiting a response.

okay maybe kissing jj wouldn't be so bad. but you didn't want to do it here not like this.

"um.....sorry jayj but i ain't making out with you....." you trail off your cheeks turning red. hopefully he didn't take that in the wrong way.

pope and john b enunciate how jj was feeling inside. "ooof y/n that was harsh".

even the girls seemed confused. you shrugged awkwardly not willing to give them an explanation.

instead you decided to leave the group anf head down to the sea. nobody stopped you.

the wind brushed your hair away from your face and you couldn't help but smile to yourself at the image of the moon reflecting onto the sea.

a perfect mirroring image.

::

"you bitch all you care about is yourself!" your father screams just as his hand collided with your mothers face.

you shuddered at the sound from your position at the top of the stairs. all you wanted to do was rip your mother out of the grasp of your father but something rooted you to the spot.

another slap came followed by a cry. the next thing you heard was silence. then footsteps....nearing the stairs. you jumped up in realization. there your father stood with his eyes sparkling with a grin on his face.

the next thing you knew he hand you held against the wall his hand raised. you closed your eyes and braced for impact.

you woke up, your chest heaving. you were sobbing uncontrollably. all the memories came flooding back that you had put in the past.

"y/n?" . you wiped a stray tear from your eye before sitting up. jj had heard the crying almost immediately. he is a light sleeper. when he noticed it was you he wanted nothing more than to wake your from the torments in your head. instead he held your hand and waited.

you look down to find his hand in yours. you can't help but feel warm inside.

"are you okay?" he asks.

"okay that was a stupid question" jj admits when he notices no change in your demeanour.

part of you wanted to laugh but you were still out of it. you could still feel his breath fanning across your face, the sound of the slap and the beat of your heart in your chest.

in not getting a response jj takes that as a nudge that he should depart. he slips his hand from yours and starts to get up but you pull him back.

"stay" you whisper.

that one word said so much. jj hesitates.

"please".

how could he say no to that?

you pat the ground next to you instructing him to lie down next to you. he does just that.

you lie there in silence for a moment.

you move closer to his chest and he doesn't object especially when you lay your head to rest beneath his chin. his heart was beating fast and it prided you to know that you did that.

"thank you".

"for what?" he asks.

"for being you".

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[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Four

WOOO Niko does not have a fun time, nor will he for quite a while <3

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Niko thought that being in the room by himself would be a nice break, but it wasn't as great as he thought. He sat on the cold concrete ground, hugging his knees tight to his chest as he felt a shiver ripple up his spine. His body was shaking, only exhausting him more.

There was a dim light bulb over him, flickering occasionally. All he could hear was the distant buzz of the electricity and the occasional drip as water fell from his soaked clothes and hair. He took a shaky breath, not allowing himself to cry. Stop it. You’ve been trained for this. They were right, you are weak.

His wounds stung, Aaron had warned him not to bring the knife, but Niko had heard all the stories about Martyn- it was stupid to go in without defence.

The door clicked open, making Niko jump, his head snapping up. His eyes met with his target’s and he gulped.

“Niko, Niko, Niko,” Martyn drawled, slowly stepping into the room, “Had a nice reflection?” 

Niko glared up at the man, hatred bubbling in his chest, “Let me go,” He growled, fists clenching as his knuckles were white.

“You look cold,” Martyn remarked, pouting slightly before smiling, “I have a lovely warm bath drawn for you and a change of clothes heating up on the radiators. I could even get you a nice warm bowl of soup too. Doesn't that sound nice?”

Niko hated how his stomach grumbled. He hugged his knees even tighter to his chest. It sounded like pure heaven. He would do anything for that- no… no he wouldn't. He’s going to stay strong for his team… strong and cold.

Martyn took a few strides forward before bending down to his hunkers, cupping Niko’s cheek as he smiled, “All you have to do is tell me about your team.” 

Niko’s bottom lip started wobbling as a whimper escaped his throat, “I-I don't- I-” he blew out a shaky breath, blinking hard as he licked his lips. Don't you dare cry. His body was shaking from the cold as his brain whirled, trying to figure out what to do.

“My..my date, she had all the links!” “What’s her name?”

“I…I don't remember-”

“Bullshit you don't remember.”

Niko winced as the grip turned harsh against his skin, “N-No…I don't remember, we- we had only met the other day-” His voice sounded desperate. He had to watch his every word, being sure not to give away too much and not slip up. 

“Well, you're a shitty date,” Martyn scoffed, “I'll be honest, Niko, I am calling bullshit. I wouldn't take you as that kind of a person. And not to mention, the knife we found on you does not back up your story, now does it?”

Niko gulped. Ah… he forgot about that…

“Here’s how it goes, Niko, for every lie you tell me, the less and less of my trust you have. I'll be honest, buttercup, you are really making things harder on yourself than it has to be.”

Niko gulped, the lump in his through only seeming to be getting bigger the longer he held in his cries.

“Nothing?” Martyn hummed, “Gonna give me the silent treatment?”

Niko clenched his jaw, looking away as Martyn’s hold on him left. Martyn let out a sigh before standing, “Right, have it your way. Up on your knees.”

Niko’s eyes snapped back to meet his captor’s, eyebrows furrowing. Martyn simply raised and eyebrow and waited. Niko clenched his jawn tight before slowly getting to his knees.

Martynn beamed, “There we go! Now, hold out your arms nice and straight before you, do not drop them until I say so, understood?” 

Niko rolled his eyes before holding out his arms. This was stupid, what kind of dumb joke was this?

But the distant burn traveling from his shoulders, rippling through the length of his arms soon shut him up. About a minute in, hi sarms began shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut tight before slightly lowering his arms.

“Up.” Was all he had to hear to force himself to raise them back up. God it burned.

“This can all be over once you just tell me what I want to know.” martyn cooed, circling the shaking figure. Niko tried to distract himself with anything he could. COunting from one to ten and then ten to one. 

“Hands behind your head now.”

“I-I cant…” Niko whimpered, his eyes screwed shut tight.

“You can, and you will,” Martyn growled, “Unless you would like to share some information with me.

A tear slipped down his cheek as he considered his options for a moment before moving his hands behind his head;

Stay strong for the team.

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[my-intrusive-stories]

Yushin x Reader: Slight Smiles (ft. Child! Ihwa)

Word Count ~ 1327 Warnings: None Notes: I'm back from the dead. Wooo!

Yushin’s name alone could command respect despite no longer being an Elder. He was and remains one of the greatest swordsmen to ever live, yet there was one hurdle he couldn’t seem to overcome: a child.

You’d been by Yushin’s side for more years than many had lived, and you’d never seen him as blindsided as this. It all started a few days after he’d taken in a young girl named Ihwa. Yushin had promised to train her so that she could avenge her sister's death, but a few days after she’d arrived, Yushin approached you.

“(Y/N), my dear, how does one deal with children?”

A small smile spread across your face at your lover’s question. He’d been so quickly charmed by Ihwa that it was almost comical. Of course, he’d never admit it out loud, though.

“Well,” you began thoughtfully, “it would be best to engage them with things they like. Ihwa likes food and swords, doesn’t she?” 

Yushin nodded. In the short time he’d known the silver-haired child, she’d demonstrated a monstrous appetite and a passion for weapons—especially swords.

“Hmm, you’re not the finest of cooks,” I teased with a grin, “but you’re quite the swordsman. Why don’t you show her some of your techniques?”

“Ihwa is still too young. If she sees those, she’ll want to learn them immediately.” Yushin shook his head at the thought. She would be ready one day but now was not the time.

You sighed, knowing he had a point. “I’m sure we can figure something out soon, but until then, just guide Ihwa well. Eventually, she’ll warm up to you, my love.”

With that, you leaned down to kiss Yushin’s forehead, then left him to his thoughts. Ihwa had been forced to grow up far too quickly. Getting past her defenses would be no easy task. But judging by Yushin’s apparent determination, it would only be a matter of time.

A few weeks later, you were watching as Yushin trained Ihwa. Instead of fighting, her training was more focused on building endurance. As the young girl ran laps, you noticed her body swaying dangerously. Something was wrong. Yushin also noticed and sharply told her to stop running, but Ihwa persisted. That was when you decided to step in. Using your gift of telekinesis, you picked her up and gently moved her into your arms.

“You’re sick,” you observed as you felt Ihwa’s overly warm forehead. After a moment of consideration, you continued gently. “No more training until you’ve recovered, Ihwa.”

A frown formed on the child’s flushed face as she protested. “I can keep going. How else will I get stronger?” Her red eyes were filled with a thirst for revenge that no kid should ever need to have. Around the same time she said this, Yushin arrived. Suddenly, you had an idea and carefully placed Ihwa on your lover’s lap.

Sensing your scheming, Yushin took the child without complaint. Looking at Ihwa, she reminded him of himself. She was prideful, stubborn, and made for combat. And yet, the silver-haired girl was also small and fragile–still reeling from the death of her sister.

“Even the strongest of people still need to rest,” Yushin stated firmly, yet his tone was gentle. It was far more tender than anything you’d ever heard him use. A soft smile spread across your face as you watched the scene before you.

Ihwa seemed to accept Yushin’s words far quicker than yours. Taking that as confirmation, you took the handles of your lover’s wheelchair and began to push them both inside. When you arrived inside Ihwa’s room, Yushin placed her on the bed, and she passed out instantly, betraying her claims that she wasn’t tired. He also tucked her in, an action far more delicate than one would expect from a former Elder.

“Don’t say a word,” Yushin grumbled as you pushed him out of the room. After so many decades of being together, he could sense when you were about to tease him.

You held your hands up in mock defense. “I didn’t say anything, my love.”

“You were about to,” he muttered, causing you to laugh softly because he was correct.

“Perhaps,” you said with a slight smirk. With that, you pushed Yushin into the kitchen. Once you were both inside, you started to pull out the ingredients to make chicken noodle soup. The aroma of broth soon filled the house. Before you could chop up the vegetables to add to the soup, a still-flushed Ihwa snuck into the kitchen.

“Ihwa,” you said gently, concerned for the young girl, “what are you doing up? You should be resting.”

“I smelled food,” the red-eyed girl stated bluntly. Her voracious appetite was once again making an appearance.

A soft sigh left your lips. Using your gift, you pulled out a chair and lifted Ihwa onto it. She watched in silent fascination as she was lifted up by an invisible force.

“The soup will be done soon,” you said with a smile, reaching for the knife so you could start on the vegetables.

“(Y/N),” Yushin interjected, “let me cut the vegetables.” 

Immediately, you understood your lover’s intentions. He was no chef, but blades were his forte. After handing Yushin the knife, you stepped back and tossed the vegetables into the air with your gift. In an instant, the vegetables were diced into evenly sized pieces. You reactivated your telekinesis with practiced precision and put the food into the pot.

Ihwa’s eyes were sparkling at the display of blade work. “That was so cool, Old Man,” she gasped.

You had to turn away to muffle your laughter at Ihwa’s nickname for Yushin. Meanwhile, the man in question looked slightly taken aback. “Old Man?” Yushin muttered under his breath, but a hint of affection on his face betrayed his facade.

After a few minutes, the soup was done. Ihwa was drowsily laying her head on the table, waiting for the food. Her face was still redder than it ought to be. 

“Ihwa, the soup is ready,” you murmured, gently shaking her shoulder. 

Before you could hand her a bowl, the pot began to levitate and was placed in front of the girl. Yushin gave you a questioning look, but you just shrugged. You weren’t the one who moved the pot.

Meanwhile, Ihwa grabbed the pot and chugged the soup. Had this not been a regular occurrence, you’d have been shocked. Once it was all gone, a napkin floated into her outstretched hand. That’s when it clicked. She’d awakened her gift. Instantly, you picked up the girl and spun her around happily before passing her to Yushin. 

“We need to celebrate this,” you declared, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll go buy a cake. Yushin, my love, please watch Ihwa while I’m gone.”

Not waiting for a response, you dashed out of the front door, leaving the child in the arms of your exasperated yet amused lover.

When you got back, you were carrying a nicely decorated cake. Just as you opened your mouth to announce your arrival, Yushin raised a finger to his lips and gestured to a sleeping Ihwa. You nodded and set aside the cake for a later time.

Not wanting the squeak of Yushin’s wheelchair to wake the sleeping child, you carefully used your gift to lift and transport them to Ihwa’s room. Once you arrived inside, you took in the adorable sight of Ihwa sleeping on Yushin one last time before carefully placing the young girl on her bed.

“You know,” Yushin started once you’d quietly left Ihwa’s room, “you didn’t have to levitate both of us.”

“Ah, but you two looked so cute. I wanted to make it last… Old Man,” you teased with a mischievous smile. 

“You’re unbelievable,” the swordsman said under his breath, but contrary to his tone, the prideful man had a slight smile on his face. And little did you know, so did the sleeping Ihwa.

-Mis

#yushin #yushin x reader #hero killer webtoon #hero killer fluff #yushin oneshot #hero killer #hero killer x reader #hero killer headcanons #gn reader #ihwa #child! ihwa

[beantothemax]

They were sure she had come from the same portals the monsters kept emerging from. How else could a kid be in a place like this?

She had fainted at the sight of a three headed demon hound. Eirika and Seth agreed it best to bring her to the nearest village to Valni and interrogate her when she woke up.

The questioning proved fruitless, though. All this 'Trucy' could do was express confusion at the fact she was no longer in "California".

"Do you at least remember how you got here?" Eirika asked.

The girl thought for only the briefest moment before a great smile lit up her face, "Daddy was helping me practice a dissappearing act! I think it worked too well."

"Dissappearing act?"

"I'm a magician!"

Whatever was up with this girl, Eirika and Seth did not have the time to figure out. They took to the war tent, engaging in yet another boring conversation with Innes about their next course of action.

Trucy took to wandering around the campsite. All these people with odd clothes sat, talked and recovered from their latest battle. Not everyone, though.

"You!" an incredibly confident voice said.

It reminded Trucy of how Apollo would shout in court, but somehow more confident. No pathetic chords of steel could ever match this sprightly girl's laugh.

"Me!?" Trucy asked.

"Yes, you!" the girl quickly approached, "You look absolutely splendid! Do tell me what magnificent name accompanies your wonderful appearance!"

"I'm Trucy!"

The girl smiled at the name, "How delightful! My name is L'arachel, you'd do well to remember it. Anyway, I overheard you telling our dear Eirika that you're a magician?"

"Yes!" Trucy beamed, "I specialize in dissappearing magic!"

She needed only the simplest of descriptions to attract a small crowd. A group of at least ten sat on the ground before her, eager to see the skills she had boasted of.

"Thank you all for gathering today!" she smiled.

"WOOO!" the "crowd" cheered.

"Thank you, thank you. Ahem, now look here. With powers granted to me by a monster energy drink I had a few hours ago and a youtube video I like, I will use this cape and wand to make the lovely lady L'arachel dissappear!"

Trucy had really nailed her stage voice, everyone gasped. They all held their breaths as she lifted the cape to hide L'arachel. The girls exchanged a smile.

"And now... Abracadabra!" Trucy smiled.

She tore the cape away, expecting an empty spot of grass where L'arachel stood mere moments ago, instead...

"... This isn't the courthouse," a horribly familiar voice muttered.

"DADDY!?" Trucy cried.

"Oh, hey Trucy!" Phoenix smiled, "Where are we?"

"It's a long story- Where is L'arachel?!"

"Who?"

- Elsewhere -

"Mr. Wright! The trial begins in three minutes. You won't win any favors by being late to your murder trial!" Apollo pounded on the bathroom door.

He sighed in relief when the key turned in the lock, the door slowly opening, but it wasn't Phoenix's face he saw.

"Wh-who are you!?" Apollo screamed.

L'arachel shrieked with joy, taking Apollo's hands in hers as she danced and danced, "Trucy's dissappearing spell worked!"

DBSHSJJSHXHSBDHXHSHXHS!!!!!!!!! TRUCY DOING A STAGE SHOW FOR THE ARMY!!!!!! L’ARACHEL BEING SOSO EXCITED TO BE A PART OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! L’ARACHEL BEING IN PHOENIX’S MURDER TRIAL!!!!! PIE IM GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SILLIES!!!!!!!!

l’aracahel could do a better job defending phoenix than phoenix could tbh. I believe in her….

#AAA!!!!!!!! #THEY!!!!! #asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

[jannelle-o]

April Travel Paintings aka Borahaegas~~ ✨💜🧡 w/ my sister and her husband woohooo~!! 🥰💙💖 We went to the Day 3 concert and other activities related to BTS~ It felt like a BTS festival and I was a little overwhelmed by everything because I only knew a few general things about them at the time, and it was one of the best experiences I've had in 2022. Probably the best live concert experience I've had in my life currently too~ 🕺✨🎶 This took me way longer to finish than I expected (wasn't expecting months to finish this oops) , but then again this is pretty detailed haha I'm amazed I finished the paintings before 2022 ended for me XD I had so much fun working on these ~ 🥺💙 Also this isn't a watercolor sketchbook, I just wanna put all my travel related drawings in one sketchbook... so that could be why it took longer too? XD;

I hope you enjoy looking through all this~ uwu 💕

( I'll put some details of the trip and of the paintings/drawings in a read more so this isn't hopefully too long for everyone haha 😅)

The first three pages were done during the trip, while the rest were done throughout a couple of months? Some road trip landscapes and bt21 and attempts to paint while in a car heading back home haha I had an accident with over-flooding my pink posca and that was before the concert lol oops sorry Cooky ( also the gray, but that wasn't as bad as the pink ) thankfully none of it got on anyone, but I did have to clean up the bed weh ;o; It was super windy heading back on Saturday ( my sister and her husband had to head back to help out with wedding stuff for friends ) and it was too hard to paint in a shaking car. I thought we were gonna fly off the road and tumble into the desert haha.

For the 3 1/2 page , I wanted to paint one more road trip landscape and also the Seven Magic Mountains. I only painted one of seven in my last Vegas related trip paintings so I wanted to try painting all of them this time. I haven't actually gotten up close to them yet only seen them while on the road, maybe the next trip to Vegas? haha

The rest of the paintings are a summary of the trip heheh~

Café in the City was very tasty, finally had tteokbokki after craving it for a while, mmm jajangmyeon, and I inhaled that bungeoppang even though I was pretty full :d The drinks were also very good~

The Pop-Up exhibit had lots of photo taking opportunities, I really enjoyed seeing all the music video inspired built sets 🤩 The food and drinks we got after the pop-up were really nice. I decided to put a space background for the My Universe Brownie 🌌

Behind the Stage exhibit was super wonderful, all the behind the scene photos of their practicing to rehearsals to concerts was really cool. Also I accidentally touched one of the photos and I was scared we would get kicked out haha :'0 I also liked the stage playing music videos afterwards and liked the design of the vodka can we got while resting so I painted that too 😆

Bacchanal Buffet was tasty too, though I think I got full much faster than expected and didn't get to try as much food Then we went to the Bellagio Fountains to see if they'll play a BTS song... but they didn't when we went there lol 😂 Then the day of the concert we went to a mall for a pop-up shop and you could write notes to BTS and put them on a wall, it was very cute 💜

Concert time wooo~!! 🎶🧡✨💜 My sister is the one with the Cooky headband, I'm the one in the bucket hat haha. The energy of BTS and ARMY in the concert was super infectious, I had so much fun and that energy was still pulsing in me for a couple of days 🤩 I tried to fit a visual for every song they performed, some were a little easier than others haha If I missed any song, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ;o; I wished I practiced all the fanchants :'D I also wished I had added some other things that happened in the concert, but I wanted to keep it contained in one spread c':

Just ahh... what a super wonderful time overall. ✨🥰 Thanks a bunch to my sister and her husband for inviting me to come along, you're both the best and I love you lots and seeing my sister's happiness about all this was irresistible and made me happy too. Also ARMYs were super kind and nice and gave cute freebies and it was sweet haha ;w; Much love to BTS for bringing so much joy and brightness to my sister and to many others. I already thought positively about them for helping her when she needed it last year, and I'm now so endeared with them and deep dove into their discography and videos and things and they have brought a lot of positivity this year for me haha 🥺💜

#BTS #bts fanart #Fanart #Jann art #random doodle #doodles #er some of these are doodles? haha #bt21 #watercolor #there's also posca and pen/ink and white gouache too haha but mainly watercolor #travel related paintings #also #food #long post

[perpetualexistence]

Alenoah Week 2024 is finally DONE, WOOO-

My god I was doing this week off the seat of my pants but I did it! It feels like I ran a marathon with zero training but it's done! Despite all the internal screaming, I've really had a blast writing all of this.

It's wild, though. In my original plan Day 2 was supposed to be the longest, and the other days were supposed to be around Day 1's length. But the ideas just kept popping, so who was I to say no to them?

Still, I can't help but wonder how many words I did write.

Ooooooh. Oh that would explain why writing always took longer than I thought it would.

Still, I'm glad you all enjoyed it! Especially Day 7. That one took the most out of me, and I'm glad to see it's popping off with reblogged!

I especially enjoy the fact that some of you are now getting on board the giant/tiny agenda. There's just so many cute things to be done with it! And also horrifying. Both are true, and it's why I spread the g/t propaganda.I implore you to join me in creating content for this.

My sfw G/T army is ever growing. And soon we will overthrow the TD fandom. Very beautiful. Very powerful. /ref /j

But uh, yeah I'm going to be taking a few days off from writing so I can mentally recover from marathoning it! Plus I'm going to a convention this weekend so I wouldn't have much time for it anyways.

I'm going to make a master post with all of my Alenoah week works so that I can put it on my pinned post so everyone can see. And also so I don't lose them to the tumblr search function. Like how it still refuses to let me refind Noah and the Beanstalk without manually hunting it down EVERY TIME-

After that, I did promise you guys The Dragon and The Jester, so I will be working on sharing that!

Then it'll be anon asks that I swear I have seen even though I haven't replied to any of them, Alenoah week just had me in its clutches. Including Tiny Topher anon. I swear I haven't forgotten you.

Then it'll be back to originally scheduled Alley Cats AU and Sea Monster AU.

My god that's a lot of irons in the fire. We'll see how things go!

#perp rambles

[crystallizedkingdoms]

Tuning

WOAHH… it’s Johann Appreciation Week! again! can you believe it… my third year participating! wooo :3 @johann-appreciation-week

also you can read this on ao3 <3

Johann and the Voidfish were not always in tune with each other. Much like any of the instruments Johann has at his disposal, it took quite a while for him to finetune their transactional relationship. Over a year, actually; a fact that makes Johann a little bitter. He’s always worked so hard to adjust his works, after all.

The first time Johann witnessed the Voidfish in its tank, a swirl of stars and galaxies in its expansive bell and tentacles, he felt a little overwhelmed. It was a massive, fascinating creature that Johann wondered if it was even part of this world… and the Director thought he could just feed it? With his music? Sure, he’s the one who took up the job without really asking much, that’s his fault, but Johann felt a lot more out of his element than he anticipated as he stood right in front of such a wonder.

“Uh. Okay, just to make sure I have this down correctly. So I just… write up a composition.”

The Director nodded her head.

“Then I pop it in the canister thing.”

“Yes, you pop it in.” The Director sighed with a hint of frustration, softened only by the small smile on her face.

“And it eats it? I just, um, I don’t think I get that part. How am I supposed to know if it likes it? Does it have, like, nutritional value? Like, hm. What if I give it something I don’t like and it tries to kill me about it?” Johann asks.

The Director let out one of her laughs where Johann couldn’t tell if it was genuine or fake. A soft exhale and a shake of her shoulders, but that same exhausted demeanor to her. She elaborated, “Johann, I can assure you once again that this creature is incapable of harming you. I’ve already stated that I will be here for your first couple feedings, to gauge its reaction and for your own comfort. There are many things to worry about now that you have taken this job. This is not one of them.”

Johann stared at the Director for a few seconds, analyzing her face before he turned to the jellyfish in front of him. He tightened his grip on the bag slung across this shoulder, full to the brim with writing supplies and past compositions that the Director had asked him to bring. Sure, whatever, Johann was fine with dying in front of an audience. A performer’s dream.

Johann shuffled around in his bag, searching for something he won’t miss much. Not that it was bad or anything (despite Lucretia’s reassurance, Johann did not want to make a bad first impression), just something he thinks he can live without. He took out one of the thicker scrolls he had, one that had a rougher texture to its parchment than the others. Just from touch alone he knew what it was. A simple piece that he had written months ago while he was still job hopping. A light and airy melody, one he meant to play on the flute one day.

Yeah, this’ll do.

The steps that lead up to the animal’s tank felt a million times longer while Johann trudged up them. The gleaming glass box, newly installed, exposed the opening that would send his work into the alien’s watery home. Johann rubbed the edge of the scroll, and his fingers lingered a few seconds before he took a deep breath. “Hey, um, big guy. My first time feeding you. Hope you like it…?” he whispered.

Johann opened up the hatch and gingerly placed the song inside the box. He stared at it for a moment with clenched teeth, fear almost overwhelming him, before he forced himself to shut the door and yank down the lever beside it. The little scroll floated upwards, inching closer to the jellyfish. A few agonizing moments where the creature didn’t move an inch, and Johann thought he might just pass out then and there, until it raised a tentacle towards the scroll.

“Haha, not your usual, huh?” Johann asked under his breath. The jellyfish pulled the scroll up to its bell without acknowledging Johann, though he’s not sure what an acknowledgment from this thing would even look like.

Silence filled the room as the creature slowly started to consume the scroll. It was a fascinating process to watch; the swirls and stars seemed to engulf the parchment in patches. Although not a slow process by any means, especially with just one little scroll, Johann felt compelled to occupy the silence he usually enjoyed. “It’s fine, I get it. New things freak me out too. Can never tell if I’ll like the texture or, um, a new taste in general,” he said.

The scroll was almost completely gone, and Johann still lived.

“Guess you did kind of enjoy it if I'm still standing. ‘Suppose you got good taste then, for a weird, uh,, jellyfish, void thing—”

“Johann, are you… speaking to it?” the Director asked behind him.

Johann tensed up and slowly turned towards her. “Um. No?”

The Director’s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, and Johann suddenly felt much more vulnerable as he faced her than he did when he faced the jellyfish. She took a few steps forward, up the small steps towards the tank. Towards him. Johann nervously stepped away until his back pressed against the cold glass of the tank.

If the Director noticed Johann backing away, she pointedly did not mention it. “I would not feel embarrassed about that. This creature tends to draw out such responses quite often, as I’ve experienced. Your way of conversing with it may help you with this job,” she said.

“Uh, the drawing out responses thing— is that, like, magical?” Johann asked.

The Director shook her head. She still stared at him, but the glimmer of the jellyfish’s stars in her eyes made it look more like she was staring right through him. “No. That’s just the nature of being next to something as grand and silent as this jellyfish.”

The two of them stood in silence for a moment. The creature’s light bathed them both in a soft blues and purples and its tentacles gently swayed in the water it resided in. The chambers, deep within the moonbase, radiated a calm quiet that Johann made the exhaustion from his trip feel incredibly heightened. He rested his head on the tank’s cold glass and closed his eyes for just a moment.

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re not dead nor have you been eaten yet,” the Director interrupted, which made Johann jump away from the tank.

“Ah— yeah, yes, that’s right. I’m alive.”

“So, have you made up your mind?”

Johann looked back at the jellyfish behind him. Tiny scraps of the parchment floated around its bell, and it greedily picked at those little flakes with its smallest tentacles. Some part of him in the future wishes he would’ve looked away, and asked the Director to give him more time to think about it. Anything to keep him from making that reckless decision. But Johann couldn’t stop staring at those swirling stars…

Poor guy probably needs a bit more food…

“Uh, yeah, I’ve made up my mind.”

—

The lyre in Johann’s hands was out of tune. Though Johann’s hands worked diligently to tune it correctly, something about it just didn’t click.

He sat in front of the Voidfish’s tank as he fiddled with the instrument in his hands. Awkward sounding twangs of taught strings filled the otherwise empty chamber, and gods was Johann glad that none of the newer employees cared enough to visit him, because the noises being made were embarrassing.

Johann never stopped talking to the jellyfish throughout the six months he had been working with it. By then the name he had given to it, Voidfish, had entered the official vocabulary of the Bureau. Really, he didn’t mean for that to be what it was called, it just slipped out as he helped some new hires with their inoculation. A little quirk from his one-sided conversations.

“Man, I wonder what this sounds like to you,” Johann mumbled to himself. “You’ve obviously got good taste. You eat certain compositions faster than others, and you start getting reluctant to eat ones that I think you’re not really into. Which, um, rude. My last composition was not that bad, you prick.”

The Voidfish did not respond. Not a single thing about it changed, other than the fact it maybe shifted its bell closer to the top of the tank.

Johann continued regardless, “But, you know, do these out of tune notes bother you? Like, it bothers me a lot. Just hearing it makes, uh, my teeth hurt? I guess you wouldn’t know that feeling since, um, no teeth… but, like, still. Does it… um, bother you?”

To accentuate his point, Johann deliberately played a short melody with the lyre. It didn’t sound bad at all, but Johann ground his teeth together with every second that he played it. “That bothers me. I’d never play that for you. Even if you probably can’t tell the difference, you still deserve better, dude,” he reassured the Voidfish.

Johann’s eyes flickered up expectantly at the Voidfish after he said that. He wasn’t sure when or why that habit had grown— he was fully aware that the Voidfish hadn’t ever turned its attention to anyone, he was so aware of that fact every day. So why did he find himself doing this more often?

Well, whatever. That matter was not something Johann needed to care about at that moment.

With a few more tweaks and retightening of strings, Johann got to a sound he liked. When he plucked a single string, his pointed ears flicked upwards in satisfaction. “Yup. Much better,” he sighed in relief. A little smile grew on his face. His fingers played the same small melody he spun only a few moments before, and his body visibly relaxed when it sounded just right.

“I’d say I’m kind of spoiling you, you know. I wonder what the Director used to feed you before I came around. No offence, but I can’t imagine it’s what you get to eat now, haha,” Johann laughed. “And I even give you free shows. It’s not in my job description to play for you, you know? I’m not, um, gonna act like it’s all just for you. I do mainly play for myself. You’re a very welcome audience, though.”

Johann stood up from his place on the chamber floors and his eyes searched the Voidfish’s strange, alien body. He felt embarrassed looking for something, but he just couldn’t help it.

If only I could get some feedback from you.

—

Johann pressed his hand onto the glass of the Voidfish’s home.

Two days before, Johann and the Voidfish had that moment. That hypnotizing connection they held as they fell into a duet. Just thinking about it made the rough calluses on Johann’s fingers tingle. It was the closest thing to a genuine communication Johann had ever gotten from the Voidfish. A moment in time where they were perfectly attuned to each other. It was such a perfect moment. Johann loved it. He needed more of it.

So why wouldn’t the Voidfish connect with him again?

Johann tried the day before. It responded, quieter that time, with its simple song. E-G-G… B-A-B-E. Johann had it memorized by then, and he tried once again to continue their little duet with its singing. Yet, instead of singing along with him, it would simply stop. Closing all communication for the day.

Rejecting Johann.

So Johann stood in front of it. Instruments and unravelled scrolls scattered around his feet. His hand is on glass, but really, he wanted nothing more than to reach through it and grab one of the Voidfish’s many tendrils.

“What happened?” Johann asked. His voice barely above a whisper, Johann sounded so tired. “We— we had something. We really had something for a moment there, didn’t we? Why can’t we do it again?”

The chilling blue and purple lights washing over Johann hardly felt calm to him anymore. It felt more like a mockery. Something so big and luminous it paints his entire body, the whole room, a different colour; too grand for someone as small and forgettable as Johann.

“Maybe— maybe I’m not as charming or happy as Magnus. Okay, I get it, I’m not like him. That doesn’t mean— that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to have a connection with you. I care about you. I take care of you, don’t I? I make sure you have everything in here. I try to feed you my best works even if it fucking kills me to do it.”

Pressure built up in Johann’s chest. He knew how stupid he must look, yelling at the giant jellyfish the whole world owed its peace to, but he couldn’t contain himself. Not when he finally got the taste of being completely in tune with the Voidfish, only for it to deny the opportunity to feel it again. The hand on the Voidfish’s tank balled up into a fist. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to at least entertain the idea of talking with me again!” Johann yelled.

Some part of Johann wanted to raise his fist and slam it against the glass. To demand the attention he so obviously deserved. but even in his frustration, Johann knew that would only make him even more pathetic. Instead, he silently seethed through gritted, aching teeth.

“Am I just… misunderstanding that connection?”

At that question, the Voidfish let out that loud, piercing scream. The same one that broke the enchantment of their duet.

Misunderstanding…

The Voidfish sang the seven-note tune. This time, it accentuates each note slowly. E… G… G. B… A… B… E…

Had Johann been in a clearer mind, he would have gone over those notes more carefully. He was a smart man; given enough time he could have figured out the meaning behind the Voidfish’s message it so desperately sung to him. Had Johann pulled himself out of his feelings of insecurity and loneliness, perhaps the two of them could have connected again, understood each other, and fulfilled the other’s wants.

Johann pulled himself away from the Voidfish’s tank without a word. He bent down to the messy pile of instruments and parchment, then picked up a large unfurled scroll. The music written is scratchy in a way Johann has never written before, with ink splotches and mysterious small stains dotting the paper. He does not even roll the parchment up again before he slammed it into the metal box, then yanked the lever so hard it whined.

“Fuckin’… misunderstanding. Fine, take that. See how I feel.”

Johann stormed out of the chamber. His teeth ground against each other restlessly.

Oh, how they ached.

#johann appreciation week #taz balance #taz johann #my writing

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The Hunt

Part 5 of season 2 from my ongoing story set in the sentient SG/LL au from @cuppajj is out everyone! Wooo!

You guys don't know how happy I am for finally getting this out, after starting Thrillchaser's part yesterday in the evening, when I was nott very there....

I was very tired.

Either way, please enjoy.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Trauma(??) and Phoenix has a small panic attack.

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It took Thrillchaser a while to find Rodimus and Phoenix, despite the tracker he put onto their ship. Something that would have made the former Autobot hunter mad in the past, but now? Now he was incapable of feeling anything, especially if it involved hunting stray mechs running from their home and him not finding them. 

Sometimes, he missed being able to feel anything. He was, after all, named after the one thing he loved doing the most. Chasing thrills and seeing where they would lead him. But ever since his ‘correction’ on board the Lost Light, he no longer felt the need to do so. Now, all he could do was follow orders and nothing more. Maybe that was his punishment for leaving behind his only love and their sparkling. Being reduced to nothing more than a simple puppet for a ship hellbent on keeping their prime in their grasp. A puppet who failed to make sure their masters favorite mech and the youngling they found wouldn’t leave them. 

Thrillchaser’s plating rattled, as he remembered what happened after Rodimus and Phoenix made their escape. Yes, the Lost Light was pleased with him for putting a tracker onto the ship they took, but they still punished him for not keeping an eye on both of them. It wasn’t like the first punishments he got. The Lost Light already knew that he could no-longer feel anything for those he killed, and those who died. So, they took advantage of the last thing he could feel, until that was gone too. Which meant that Thrillchaser now not only has no concept of emotions, but also pain. Pain was nothing to him anymore. He could be taken apart, but he wouldn’t scream. He wouldn’t beg. And he wouldn’t feel anything at all.

Maybe that’s why the local Cybertronians of this neutral colonie avoided him. They probably could feel something was off with him. But they didn’t stop him from walking through their village, nor did they stop him, as he made his way towards the farm located on the outskirts. A farm, he learned from watching his prey for weeks, was visited frequently by both Rodimus and Phoenix. Often to do work, but sometimes they would go there to simply talk with the couple living on the farm. 

Something the Lost Light was not happy about, as he reported his findings to them. In fact, they seemed angry, dare he say outraged at the thought of their captain and little bird spending time with the old couple. But Thrillchaser could not stop them from visiting the old mech and femme, unless he wanted to give away the element of surprise. So, he did nothing concerning Softstreet and Fungus and just kept his optics on his prey. Waiting for the right opportunity to strike. 

And his time came, as he saw Phoenix alone near the ship the two mechs called their home. As far as Thrillchaser knew, Rodimus was in the village getting supplies, while leaving Phoenix unprotected. An ideal condition for capture. So, Thrillchaser carefully adjusted his gun arm, before aiming at a branch above Phoenix. If he didn’t miscalculate, the branch would fall down and knock the unsuspecting youngling out, before he could even let out one scream. Of course, Thrillchaser could also shoot the youngling and capture him, while he was laying on the ground and holding his wound, but then Phoenix would still be able to scream. And that could alert the prime. Something Thrillchaser didn’t want to happen, because then he would have to give up on an advantage. 

So, Thrillchaser took his shot and hit the branch. Watching it as it fell down and right on top of Phoenix’s head. Knocking the youngling out before he could even scream. But before the flier could even claim his prize, the sound of someone rushing into the clearing stopped him. Which meant Thrillchaser couldn’t get out of his hiding place in the bushes and had to watch Rodimus Prime pick up the youngling and quickly rush into the ship. Taking off shortly afterwards. 

Great, Thrillchaser couldn’t wait to report back to the Lost Light. They sure enough will be thrilled to know that he almost had them.

...

Phoenix didn’t know what happened. It was a normal day for him. Well, as normal of a day it can be for a youngling like him. He and Rodimus just came back from Fungus and Softstreet’s farm, with him staying by the ship and reading a data-pad underneath a nearby tree, while Rodimus went back towards the market to buy more supplies. 

Usually, Phoenix would have gone with his brother, but today? He didn’t want to, and Rodmius accepted that, despite him looking like he didn’t want to leave him behind. Maybe he should have gone with Rodimus but then again, how should he have known something would hit him in the head? At least, Phoenix thought something hit him in the head. It hurts like something did. Maybe he should open his optics and see if there is a dent in his helm now. Would be stupid if there was.

With that thought in mind, Phoenix opened his optic, only to be med with utter darkness surrounding him. Well, it wasn’t completely dark, there was a small light coming from somewhere down the hall he was standing in… Wait… this hall looked familiar. This wasn’t their new home. Their ship didn’t have long hallways, nor did it have this many doors. No.

Nonononono! This wasn’t their ship.

He was back. Why was he back? He didn’t want to be back!

He didn’t want to be back on the Lost Light!

But before Phoenix could spiral down into his own thoughts, the sudden movements he could hear coming from behind stopped him. They were light, too light to belong to any cybertronian he knew. Scratch that, he knew exactly who was walking behind him. He knew, and that made him start running down the hall. Taking turns and weaving through cables hanging from the walls and jumping over pipes coming out of the floor. 

Phoenix knew exactly who was behind him, and this time, he would make sure that the Stranger wouldn’t catch up on him. Well, at least he tried to run from the stranger as best as he could, but just like in their first encounter, Phoenix was cornered in the bridge. With the only difference being that there was no Rodimus sitting in the captain’s chair. Where was his brother? Isn’t he supposed to be here? It doesn’t matter. The Stranger was coming closer and Phoenix had nowhere to go. No place to hide in and no other plan than to face the Stranger head on. 

So, Phoenix waited for the stranger to enter the bridge, with nothing more than his closed fists as defense. And despite the fear gnawing at his spark, Phoenix stood his ground. With his wings spreading out defensively, as soon as the Stranger entered the bridge. Although, something wasn’t right. At first, the Stranger was clad in shadows like the first time Phoenix met them, but the closer they stepped, the more he could make out. And slowly, the Strangers' shadows morphed into a shape known to the youngling. The Stranger looked like Lightlost. No… the Stranger WAS Lightlost. 

“What is wrong, little bird? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Asked Lightlost in that same voice they would use when they would soothe Phoenix’s worries. But then again, they also used that voice when they locked him in that room, and when they… when they took his wings. “Well, I am happy to see you. But, why did you run? Was it because of what your past crew did? Was it because I locked you in the hab-suite? By now, you should know that I only did it, because I only had your best interests in mind.” With each word, Lightlost took one step closer to the frozen youngling. 

Why wouldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he move?! Phoenix wanted to run, he wanted to get away, he wanted to run past Lightlost and escape this nightmare, but he couldn’t! He couldn’t move! If it wasn’t because of the fear that froze him to the spot, then it was because of the cables slowly sneaking up his body and holding him down. Either way, Phoenix could only stare at the mech he saw as a parent, as they slowly walked past him, to stay behind his back and softly place a servo on the younglings left wing. Something that caused Phoenix’s plating to shudder from both fear and the slowly rising panic in his spark. 

“I see that someone has repaired your wings… I do not like them. They make you look too different from my captain.” Said Lightlost, before letting out a cheerful chuckle. “I guess that means I have to remove them again.” And by removing, Phoenix knew what they truly meant, and it hurt like the first time Lightlost took his wings. Maybe even worse. Either way, Phoenix’s screams were just as blood curdling as before.

...

Rodimus didn’t think much after making sure they were off the planet. Why should he? The prime already knew that finding this planet was too good to be true and that they stayed too long. That’s why he made sure to gather enough supplies, especially after he heard from Fungus that a strange mech was walking around town. Alone from the description, he knew that Thrillchaser had found them. How, he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. Not when he found Phoenix getting knocked out by a branch the exact moment he decided to come back to their ship. It was too much of a coincidence to be anything else than that blasted Autobot  hunter. So, Rodimus took the rash decision of leaving the planet right then. Even if they couldn’t say goodbye to Fungus and Softstreet. Something he was sure Phoenix would hold under his nose. The youngling has become quite attached to the old couple after all. And Rodimus had to admit, that he himself also has started to like the old wolf and grounder. 

But he shouldn’t think about them. Not now. Not when he had to figure out where to head to now. There was a nice planet they could use to go undercover to get the interior change completed. Although, there was the trouble of the DJD sometimes showing up. Granted, wherever they go, the DJD could show up, and Rodimus was sure that they would try to ‘save’ Phoenix from him. Something a normal mech would let them do, but Rodimus wasn’t sure if he was ready to let the youngspark go. 

Rodimus was harshly pulled from his thoughts, as he heard Phoenix’s screams. Which led to him dropping his map and quickly rushing towards the back of the ship. Spotting his brother on the bed they made. Tangled up in various blankets, while the young spark tossed either in pain or in an attempt to escape whatever he was dreaming off. And frankly, Rodimus didn’t care about which of the two things was right, not when his brother was clearly dreaming of something that caused him distress.

So, he quickly made his way over to Phoenix and sat down next to him. Carefully stroking the younglings head to see if it would calm him down, while either softly humming or telling Phoenix that he was safe. And it seemed to work, because his brother slowly calmed down, before completely stopping with his trashing and opening his optics.

“Hey there…” Whispered Rodimus, as he gave Phoenix a small reassuring smile. Something the youngling seemed to appreciate, because he smiled back. Although, something that took the prime by surprise, was Phoenix quickly getting up and hugging him. A hug, Rodimus gave his brother back, while softly muttering reassuring words. 

“It was them… wasn’t it? It has always been them…” Whispered Phoenix quietly, after a moment of silence. 

“Who are you talking about?” Asked Rodimus.

“Lightlost… The Stranger has always been them… hasn’t it?” Whispered Phoenix yet again. “… Wh-why didn’t I see it? I should have… I should have…. Lightlost took my wings… They took them! Roddy, they took my wings! And… and they… they… And I still like them! I still see them as a parent! Roddy… what… what is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?!” 

Rodimus, for the first time since their escape, felt helpless as he watched his brother slowly spiraling more and more into a panic attack. Phoenix didn’t even respond to him softly calling his name. Instead, Rodimus had to watch the young spark tremble in his arms, while he softly clutched his head in his servos. Letting out soft mutters then and there. 

So, after letting out a defeated sigh, Rodimus decided to simply hold his brother close to his spark, while softly rocking back and forth. Waiting for Phoenix to calm down, before saying something. “Phoenix… nothing is wrong with you. And I am saying this with all of my spark. Nothing is wrong with you. You can trust me on that.” And that’s the way they stayed for a while, with Rodimus holding Phoenix, while the younger mech worked through his confusing emotions. Then and there, Phoenix would start a conversation with Rodimus about random topics, and Rodimus, knowing that Phoenix was searching for a way to distract himself, simply obliged. Knowing full well that it might not be the best course of action, but Rodimus wasn’t a professional and he wanted to make his brother feel comfortable. Also, it seemed to help, because Phoenix was a lot calmer after having a nice talk with Rodimus. 

And as Rodimus watched his brother get up to start cooking with the newly installed kitchen, the prime couldn’t help but hope that the next planet they landed on would be far enough away from Thrillchaser and the Lost Light.  

#sentient sg/lost light au #rodimus #phoenix #thrillchaser #lostlight #shattered glass #only phoenix; thrillchaser; fungus and softstreet are my characters #cuppajj #I really can't write something nice without writing something dark right afterwards #can't I? #well #it wouldn't be my story if I didn't #either way #the DJD is going to show up soon enough #like #maybe in the next part #I'm also planning on writing rodimus and phoenix going to a festival/carnival and just enjoying their life for once #maybe that's where they will meet the DJD #we will see #oh no #that means I have to reserche what kind of rides there are on a festival/carneval and how a cybertronian equivalent would work... #anyone wanna give me suggestions for a ride?

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Table For One

WOOO!! ITS MY BDAY!!! I decided to finally finish an old wip of mine as a gift to myself.

This is actually the first fic id ever written over a year and a half ago But i was too scared to post it. It took a lot of editing and re-writing but i can now say im pretty confident with it.

Tagging (dm or comment to be added/removed): @obsidianfr3sk @greenalmond  @galaxy-creationz  @healing-winston-pratt @justsomerandomficsforrenegades

Almost an hour later (Yes, this was taking longer than expected.) he got a quick chime on his Renegade communicator from Prism. It was a brief message but the only word he caught was ‘Simon’, before the man himself stormed into his office.

There was a slight discomfort in Hugh telling him he was forgetting something important. He tried to wrap his head around it, but it was most likely another paper he needed to sign or something to approve. Sitting at his desk, he continued his work. The uneasy feeling was still present, but this time he brushed it off. Tonight he would get everything done and be able to go home in peace. 

And he was not happy. 

For as long as Hugh knew him, Simon radiated confidence, even when he didn’t completely feel it, but now he looked crushed. His eyes were rimmed red and his face was flushed, like he’d been crying… a lot. His usual tall stance was replaced by Simon holding himself, like he was on the edge of breaking.

 “Oh, My Love, what’s wro-.” Hugh cut himself off, as Simon seemed to fume at his words. Hugh took in his slightly formal attire.

It wasn’t a stray paper he’d forgotten. 

Hugh could already tell he’d be in loads of trouble, “Dinner,” he mumbled, lowering his head in shame. He looked back at Simon, who was breathing hard. He has his jaw set and his eyebrows knit together, and Hugh could tell more tears were threatening to fall. 

Simon was beyond furious, but it hurt even more that his husband completely forgot about him.

“Yeah,” Simon said sourly, “Dinner.”

They both stayed silent for a moment, and Hugh knew his actions would cause a bigger punishment than just having to sleep on the couch tonight.

Simon continued to look at Hugh for some sort of explanation. Maybe an apology? Hugh looked at his desk for a moment, he really didn’t know what to say because the outright truth was pathetic. Forgetting?! About the love of his life? 

He met Simon's eyes again, Simon crossed his arms and looked at him in a way that silently said what the hell?

Hugh took a breath, “Love,” he started softly, which caused Simon to scoff, “I’m sorry. I- um, I just- uh, just-” 

Simon cut him off, “You just what, Hugh? What was SO important that you completely bailed on me.” His voice getting a little louder with every word. 

There was another beat of silence, “Listen, I needed-” Hugh started, accidentally having it come out more fierce and sharp than he meant it to. He was instantly cut off again, regretting the start to that. 

Simon was not in the mood for his crap excuses right now and not with that tone.

“NO!” Simon yelled, “DON’T GET TO TELL ME TO LISTEN” Simon took a breath, trying to calm himself, but failed miserably. He glared directly into Hugh’s eyes. “I- I waited for you. An HOUR, HUGH, AN HOUR!” Simon’s natural calm composure was gone, he was shaking now, and a few escaped tears rolling down his cheek. “30 MINUTES IN THE RESTAURANT, LOOKING LIKE A COMPLETE LOSER WHO GOT STOOD UP! AND THEN  ANOTHER 30 FOR YOU IN THE CAR! WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP YOUR PHONE? WHY DID YOU IGNORE ME?! WHY DID YOU FORGET ME?!” Simon started sobbing into his clenched fists, Hugh rushed to him but Simon put a hand out to stop him from getting closer. “I had to call Prism and have her tell me that you were still here! WORKING! YOU PROMISED ME WE WOULD SPEND TIME TOGETHER! THAT WE’D FINALLY GET A BREAK! BECAUSE I NEEDED YOU!... an-and I thought you needed me too.” So much anger dissolved into sadness after his outburst, Hugh gently grabbed Simon’s outstretched hand and pulled him into a tight embrace. There was a moment of hesitation before Simon buried his face in Hugh's chest. They stood there for a few minutes, only Simon’s crying echoing in the room.

Hugh knew that an apology was worthless at the moment. He messed up, again. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Not that they had too much spare time to start with, but most of their canceled dates were because of him. It was worse at the moment, because this was the first time he actually forgot.  

There was no way to tell how long they stood there, but it was long enough for Simon’s tears to slow and pull away from Hugh. 

Hugh straightened himself a little and looked down at his husband. He was never good with people crying and sadness, but he tried anyway. Hopefully, something was better than nothing right now, although it was unlikely, “I’m so sorry, I had so much work to do. I should have remembered to notify you,” Hugh said slowly, trying to comfort him.

Simon let loose a humorless laugh, “No, Hugh, you should have come,” Simon whispered drly, but the sadness was all the same.

He looked up at Hugh “You shouldn’t have called earlier to cancel. You should have come and been with me.”

“Hon-”

“No, don't sweet talk me. I want you to tell me why you find it impossible put a pause on Captain Chromium and take time to be my husband.” A few more tears rolled down his already damp cheeks. Hugh could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He felt so ashamed for causing his husband this hurt. He was heartbroken because of him. Simon continued with a wobbly voice, “I want my husband, Hugh, I miss him.”

Hugh thought of some reassuring things to say, but nothing could come out of his mouth. He could promise and swear that it'll never happen again, hold Simon tight and plead for forgiveness. 

But it wouldn't be real. They both would know it deep down. It would happen again because Simon was right, as usual. He just couldn't put a pause to his hero persona. 

Simon would ask a thousand more times and Hugh still wouldn’t be able to answer why. 

Simon took Hugh’s silence as the end of this argument for now. If there was nothing for Hugh to say, there was nothing Simon could do. 

“You finish what you need to do,” Simon said with more sniffles, looking at the floor. “I'm going home.” 

“Wait-” Hugh’s voice cracked. He didn’t want him to leave. Not like this.

Simon snapped back, “Why should I? Wait?! For how much longer?” Simon gave Hugh another questioning look but he went quiet again. 

Hugh watched as Simon fiddled with his hands and walked back to Hugh, and grabbed his hand that was limp at his side. Hugh looked at Simon confused as he placed something in Hugh’s hand and closed it for him. Simon used both of his hands to hold Hugh’s and brought it to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss to it. 

“Return it to me when you can be my husband again,” Simon whispered into his hand with closed eyes. 

Then he left. 

Hugh allowed his tears to fall when he opened his hand, the feeling of failure spreading through his body. 

Hugh couldn’t tell when, but he’d ended up kneeling on the floor, unable to take his eyes off Simon’s wedding ring shining back at him.

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Right back to agnst.

Its short but i enjoyed re-writing it to better reflect my writing now (i love my old fics but i had some things to work on lmao)

I hope you liked it!!

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Mo Dao Zu Shi OC: Jiang Zhengya

This took way too long, you guys. But I am so happy it’s done and I love how the posing turned out. Everyone, Jin Yuehua — courtesy name Jiang Zhengya — has her official design! Wooo!

For more background information on her, check out this post when she was still in her early draft. But took make a long story short; she’s Jin Ling’s younger twin sister and because Jin Guangshan is a jerk, she’s the Official Heir to Yunmeng Jiang. While not physically strong, she is a master of poisons and hides all of her venom behind a lady-like smile.

You got that? Great! Now, time to move onto what her role in canon would be like. And boy, do I have some ideas.

Now, having Jiang Zhengya around is bound to change some things. With her being the official sect heir to Yunmeng Jiang, I would imagine she would be raised solely by Jiang Cheng since she no longer has any relation to Jin other than by blood — unlike her brother who had to go back to the Jin Clan when they were seven since his possible position as the Jin Sect Leader.

I bring this up because I wanted a large part of her character to be unable to connect with her father’s side of the family. She’s been given way to the Jiang, she has been raised the Yunmeng Jiang way, she will have to one day lead the Jiang Clan. Jiang Zhengya was not raised Jin and in return, she doesn’t understand a lot of the thought process behind this golden snake pit.

She and Jin Ling were very close when they were younger and lived in Lotus Pier together. They would wrestle with each other, call each other names, push the other into the water, and equally cause Jiang Cheng so many heart attacks. But, they began to drift apart when Jin Ling had to go back to the Koi Tower and her remaining in Lotus Pier.

I headcanon that Jin Ling didn’t really suffer from the orphan stigma until he stayed at Koi Tower, where he was bullied by a lot of his peers for having no parents. He couldn’t fit in so I figured he developed a really haughty attitude to make it seem like he doesn’t need his peers and become great without them, so they can see what they’re missing out.

Jiang Zhengya, who knows her brother — or thought she did —, thought he was putting up an act and would still treat him the same informal way she always does. It isn’t until that Jin Ling — in a fit of rage and embarrassment — insulted her to her face, in front of all of their peers, that Jiang Zhengya felt like she didn’t know her brother anymore.

Speaking of the bullies, Jin Guangyao is a relative she didn’t know how to connect. He is very different from Jiang Cheng — someone who tries to be attentive even to the people that insult their family, meanwhile Jiang Cheng has been very open of his disdain for people who insult his niece and nephew. Jin Guangyao’s lack of action towards Jiang Zhengya’s bullies and his lecture of her not being “lady-like” when she fights back as caused Jiang Zhengya to keep her distance from him.

She gets along with Qin Su well, however. While she does love Jiang Cheng, he doesn’t always let her used his face as a test subject for her makeup skills. Qin Su has happily offered lessons and lets her be one of Jiang Zhengya’s other test subjects.

Who is her other test subject, you may ask? Mo Xuanyu.

And here we come to the thing that made me consider her role in the Timeskip. Since a few people lovely people have pointed out, Jiang Cheng is an antagonist in Wei Wuxian’s journey to solve the mystery of the cursed arm. I’m someone who likes to go outside of the box when designing characters, so I made Jiang Zhengya be an antagonist for Wei Wuxian as well. Why is she an antagonist for him? Because she knew Mo Xuanyu before he became known as “the lunatic,” so she’s someone who can easily call him out on his act.

She met Mo Xuanyu while she was being spurned by her brother again when she offered to paint his face in makeup — something she used to do all the time to make her family “look pretty”. The poor man just happened to be walking by and noticed the sad little girl holding a brush as her brother stormed away. He offered to let her paint his face and the rest is history, as one may say.

I think, for her own journey as well, I want her to uncover what happened to Mo Xuanyu. She never believed the reason for why he was kicked out of Koi Tower and she had just convinced Jiang Cheng to allow her to bring him into the Jiang Sect before Wei Wuxian was summoned. She spent most of the events trying to rescue her Little Uncle, only to realized she was too late to save him and the knowledge destroyed her.

Phew! That was a lot! That’s the general idea I had for Jiang Zhengya’s role in the canon-verse. Will I write about it one day? Maybe.

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Annihilation Day: Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: 18+ minors DNI, language, canon-typical violence, like lots of violence, minor suicidal ideation at the beginning (super minor but if that kind of thing upsets you please do not read)

a/n: WOOO HOWDY FOLKS im so stoked to be back my god, I wrote this chapter little by little over the past couple months while I was doing my field course and moving and its finally here!!!! I deviated from the canon like SUPER minor in this, but it works really well with the story so honestly I’m really happy with how I MacGyvered it.

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The feeling of a cold needle against her marred skin was something Helena had grown accustomed to. No longer did she feel the instinct to flinch, the pain a distant thing. Maybe it was frequency of which she found herself in pain, or maybe it was the drugs they pumped through her to keep her complacent, or maybe it was just her brain’s way of protecting her, forcing her body to go on auto pilot, numbing the pain, in a futile effort to keep her sane. Whatever the reason was, she sat unmoving in the same sterile, sickening room that she’d sat in a million times before, unmoving as a silent stranger, in a mask that covered their face, sewed up the fresh wound in her shoulder.

She thinks she was shot, but she can’t quite remember. Scars beneath scars, all with stories and origins she just can’t recall. The fact would make her upset if she could dwell on it long enough to let the feeling fester, but such a thing wasn’t possible in such a place.

And so, she sat, age 16, in a cold, empty, void of a room, awaiting her next assignment. Another suicide mission to add to her track record. Another suicide mission that the quiet, buried piece of herself that was still awake and alive deep inside her brain, prayed she wouldn’t come back from this time.

But she always made it back. She was too good for that.

In the first several months of digging up dirt on James Wesley, Helena had come up completely dry. It would’ve been discouraging if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew, better than anyone, that someone with no record of them online was almost always hiding something.

But in the last couple weeks she’d hit the jackpot. Hush money, shell companies, mercenary hires, dirty cops on a payroll, you name it, he was involved in it somehow. She’d even found references to Union Allied, which she’d remembered from her many conversations with Karen about the topic. The thought that this man was even minorly responsible for the harm of her friend only served to spur her on further. And so, she kept digging, kept documenting, until after almost a week of not leaving her apartment, she hit a firewall.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled quietly, going offline as quickly as possible. She sat frozen for a few more seconds, maybe she was fast enough? While she doubted the sentiment highly, she knew it wouldn’t help her to dwell on it. So, Helena did what she did best, she planned for the worst.

She put everything she’d found onto a flash drive, before booking it out the door to Nelson & Murdock, not even bothering to give the office a call, knowing better than to broadcast her plan over the phone lines. If what they were dealing with was as bad as she thought it was, they all would have to be extremely careful if they were to continue.

She made it to their office in record time, flying up the staircase and swinging their front door open. Foggy and Karen looked up at her bewildered from where they stood at Karen’s desk. Matt was quick to follow, rushing out of his office, having heard her racing heartbeat and heavy breathing from running there.

“Whoa, speedy Gonzalez where’s the fire?” Foggy joked, but Matt knew better, he could practically taste the anxiety as it rolled off of Helena, each wave hitting him square in the chest every time she took a breath.

“Helena, what’s going on?” Matt asked as he slowly approached her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as she willed her breathing to return to a normal, less concerning pace.

“I found something,” she started taking another deep breath and holding up the flash drive “I found a lot of somethings on James Wesley, and trust me, I think this is just the tip of the ice burg.” She extended her hand to Karen so she could take a crack at what was locked inside, before she quickly snapped her hand back at the last second, collecting her thoughts.

“Helena?” Karen questioned curiously.

“If I give this to you, you need to promise me, you all need to promise me that you will be extremely careful if you want to pursue this. And I mean more careful than careful. If you think you’re being the most careful, be even more careful.” Matt listened to the shaky inhale that she took, “I cannot be responsible for any of you getting hurt, I just can’t so please, just don’t do anything stupid.” She begged. There was a beat of silence before the hand that Matt had placed on her shoulder began to softly rub at her muscles, which had tensed up almost painfully.

“Yeah of course, we promise Helena.” Karen assured her, gently taking the flash drive from her hand. “What exactly did you find?” she asked hesitantly.

Helena sighed, absentmindedly leaning into Matt’s touch a little more “My money’s on crime boss, but whatever it is, trust me when I say it is bad.” It was a tone that Matt hadn’t heard from her before, she was scared. Scared for them, scared for him.

“Hey we’ll be careful, don’t worry.” He soothed her quietly as she felt the tension start to dissipate, she took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, nodding.

“Yeah, don’t worry Helena, Nelson and Murdock attorneys at law are on the case!” Foggy cheered, attempting, and succeeding, to get a smile out of her. “Now enough doom and gloom! Pull up a seat I was just about to make a pot of coffee.”

The next day Helena found herself hovering around the Nelson & Murdock office and then later the courthouse as the legal trio prepped for John Healy’s case. She was keeping herself around under the thinly veiled excuse of moral support, but really, she’d been so anxious that morning when she woke up that she simply couldn’t stand to stay home.

Hours had passed as she sat outside the courtroom, her knee bouncing up and down, absentmindedly picking at the sleeve of her jacket. The door to the courtroom swung open, causing her head to snap up towards the sound. She stood as people flooded out of the chamber, waiting for her friends. The relief she felt as she caught a glimpse of Matt’s familiar red lenses dissipated almost immediately when she took in his expression that lay beneath them. His jaw was set, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked angry, furious even. He moved like a bloodhound on the hunt, with a clear target in mind, his cane barely grazing the floor as he weaved between the people in the hall.

“Matt?” Helena called to him, if he’d heard her, which he did, he’d made no show of it, still set on his mission at hand. Helena made the move to follow after him, before Foggy’s voice reached her ears.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with him?” She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “What happened in there?”

“I honestly couldn’t tell you.” Foggy sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. “Everything was fine and then he just went AWOL I don’t know what set him off.” He checked his watch “Shit we need to get back to the office, we’re supposed to meet with a new client.” Foggy said as he swung his head around, trying to track down his friend.

“Don’t worry about it, you guys go back to the office for your meeting, I’ll track him down, okay?” Helena soothed resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Really? Thank you Hel, you’re a lifesaver.” Foggy breathed out in relief, pulling the woman into a hug before scurrying off with Karen hot on his tail. Once the pair was out of sight, Helena turned on her heal and began walking down the hallway that she’d seen Matt bolt down. By the time she’d made it to the end of the hallway, there was no sight of Matt and nowhere to go except the metal door that led to the alley behind the courthouse.

She pulled the door open without hesitation, stepping out into the crisp winter air. Just as she let the door close and turn into the alley, she collided with a hard block of something, a hard block of Matt. The wind was knocked out of her as she felt his hand grip her waist.

“Helena?” he questioned, his breathing still erratic and his voice still strained with anxiety. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he rambled as his breath got minorly less harsh. His other hand raised to smooth over the side of her head, coming to a rest at the side of her neck over her hair.

“No, no Matty I’m fine, I was just looking for you. What’s going on?” she attempted to sooth, but it seemed that the question only seemed to stir him back up.

“It’s the jurors. They- Someone’s blackmailing them. I- I don’t know who or why, but-,“ his breathing picked up again, as his lips flattened into a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay we’ll figure this out, let’s go back to the office, okay? Foggy and Karen are worried about you.” She took one of his hands in hers, tangling their fingers together as she slowly pulled him towards to the street. His pace picked up slightly as he nodded along with her words, his fingers tightening around hers as they walked back to Nelson & Murdock.

The next few days went by in a blur of unfortunate events. First, Wesley had shown up to the courthouse, and spared Helena a look that made her want to crawl out of her skin. Then that trial went to the shit hole, hung jury, Healy going free. And before that problem could be resolved, the same man was found dead the next morning, impaled. She’d barely seen Matt at all, neither had Karen or Foggy. It was a strange and unnerving few days and Helena had barely left her apartment.

Matt on the other hand, had been busy.

He’d been running around in his devil suit for the past three full nights, and hiding away in his apartment to hide his injuries. But Healy had given him a name, just before he killed himself. And with that name, Matt was virtually unstoppable, and he couldn’t take off the mask until this man, Wilson Fisk, was behind bars.

Which is how he found himself here, tailing the Ranskahov brothers in hopes of finding any kind of answers. After his first attempt at getting to the brothers failed, they’d been fairly tricky to keep track of. But every failed attempt only stoked the fire inside Matt’s chest more, to the point where he couldn’t sleep until this matter was resolved, no matter how deep it went. He knew that his friends would scold him for the thought, but they weren’t here right now.

And so, perched on the roof of Metro General Hospital, he caught whiff of another battle to fight that sent him, once again, reeling.

He could hear the brothers talking to Semyon, the man Matt had, regrettably, thrown off of Claire Temple’s roof. He sat, perched on the roof, head tilted to listen, when Anatoly’s phone began to ring. He could hear the man take a few steps to the side, before pressing to accept the call.

The words passing through the cell phone’s speaker are too muddled for Matt to make out, but he can understand the jist when Anatoly hangs up the call and turns back to his brother.

“We have an address for the woman, let’s finish this.” The Russian’s words made Matt’s stomach drop.

Claire.

How did they get her new address?

How did they know she was with him on the roof that night?

Before he had the time to answer any of these questions, he took off across Hell’s Kitchen, bounding across rooftops to ensure his friend was safe.

It took him 20 minutes to get to the apartment Claire was staying in, and he was in a fury, certain that the Russian’s had beaten him and that he had failed. But as he rushed to her fire escape and pounded on the window, he was more relieved than confused when she opened it, agitation clear across her tired features.

“Mike? What the hell? It’s the middle of the night, I have a shift tomorrow.” She questioned, rubbing her face as he slid past her, into the apartment.

He didn’t answer her right away, electing instead to stalk around the perimeter of the apartment, listening intently for voices in the stair well and movement in the hallway. When he found none, he turned back to Claire, standing expectantly in the middle of the living room, arms folded across her chest.

“Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” She speaks again, more awake now.

Matt shakes his head lightly, breathing starting to even back out now that Claire was safe in front of him. “I-” he started, clearing his throat, “I don’t understand, I thought they were coming for you.” He spoke, like she knew what he was talking about.

“What? Who’s coming after me?” Her voice raised minutely in volume as she stepped in front of him.

“The Russians,” He hissed, “I was tailing them, they had your address, I thought they’d be here by now.” He began to pace back and forth across the room.

“Wait hold on.” Claire exclaimed waving her hands in front of her face, “No one knows I’m here; I haven’t left this apartment in a week, I took a sick leave just like you said. There is no way anyone knows I’m here.” Matt’s confusion only deepened.

“I don’t hear anyone in the building.” He admitted softly.

“Because no one’s here, Mike, I appreciate your concern, but can I get back to sleep now?” She pleaded, exhaustion returning to her voice as she rubbed her eyes again.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” He ignored her.

“What doesn’t?” she asked, exasperated.

“If they aren’t coming for you,” he asked, turning back to face her, “then who are they coming for?”

Helena sat in the silence of her living room. It was late, and she knew she should probably get to sleep, but the nagging anxiety that had been electrifying through her entire body for the past several days had kept her from rest.

Perhaps this was why, when there was a minuscule creak outside her front door, she’d heard it almost instantly. She silently rose to her feet, scanning the room for something to defend herself with. Even after all this time, she could still pick out a weapon in every room of every home she had ever been in.

Better safe than sorry.

In the interest of at least attempting to lead a normal life in Hell’s Kitchen, her more obvious weapons were tucked away, and certainly not within easy access to her right now. Her eyes landed on her kitchen knives, debating if this was going to turn into a knife to a gunfight kind of situation, one she’d like to avoid.

The movement outside her front door continued and she knew her time was running out, she had to make a decision now. So, she opted for the object next to her kitchen knives, a cast iron skillet. She crept silently towards her door, careful to flank up the sides so the intruder wouldn’t see the shadows of her feet.

As she braced herself by the door frame, she gripped the skillet with both her hands, bringing it to sit in a defense position, ready to be swung. If she was lucky, she’d be able to break a knee, or at least startle someone enough to get the upper hand.

Click

She froze, she stopped breathing as the lock had been picked. She strengthened her grip on the handle as the door opened slowly, the light from the hallway spilling into the inky darkness of her apartment.

She waited a beat, only striking when she saw the clear barrel of a gun poke through the barrier first. This was not a friendly visit. She struck without hesitation, crashing the large metal object into the intruder’s legs, aiming for a joint.

The man howled out in pain, somehow keeping the grip on his gun until Helena jumped and kicked it out of his hand. As he looked up at her in rage, she took note that she didn’t recognize this man at all, but he certainly seemed to know her, and was very hell bent on killing her. He stood on, what Helena hoped, was a broken knee, and charged at her. She held up her arms to defend her torso, using the man’s momentum against him as she flipped him over onto the floor.

A sound similar to a growl left his throat as he reached out and grabbed a hold of her foot, yanking her off balance. As she tumbled to the floor, he scrambled for his gun. But Helena was quicker. Locking his arms between her legs, she kicked the gun out of reach, twisting her body so she could punch him in the jaw and, if she needed to, break him arms with the weight of herself.

“Who the fuck are you?” she hissed angrily.

Before she got an answer, the man curled up, using one of his legs to come up and wrap around her chest, throwing it back, forcing her off of him. They two scrambled to their feet, before rushing to each other in a haze of quick and skilled hand to hand combat. She almost couldn’t keep track; everything was moving so fast. All she knew was they were both covered in both their blood, and this man was trying to kill her.

She was only knocked off her rhythm when the intruder caught a hold of her arm and pulled. A sickening pop sounded through her skull, and she let out a pained cry. She got a couple good hits to his bad knee and face before he shoved her head into the wall, knocking an array of photos down with the force. Dazed by the pain in her skull, she brought her foot up and kicked him between his legs.

His face screwed up in pain as he hissed through his teeth, but he kept his hold on her, shoving her back into the wall again before bracketing his forearm across her neck as she continued to struggle. But then all she could feel was a deep and blinding pain. The next few moments moved by in slow motion, as she could feel her mouth open in a silent cry of excruciating pain. Suddenly the man’s arm was gone, allowing her chin to drop to her chest and her eyes to catch the reason for her sudden agony.

She felt lightheaded as her gaze met the six-inch bowie knife that was currently buried into her torso. Her eyes struggled to meet the gaze of the man in front of her, his eyes cold and furious as he twisted to knife further, resulting in her strangled scream.

He got in her face and sneered, “Fucking bitch, you better be worth this trouble.” She was too out of it to recognize it as her mother tongue, instead opting to focus of keeping conscious. Before she knew what was happening next, the intruder pulled the knife from her torso at the sound of the hallway doors opening, resulting in another grimace from Helena as she sunk to the floor, leaving her blood on the wall. She watched through blurry vision as the man grabbed his gun and left through her fire escape in a hurry, leaving her in a bloody pile on her living room floor.

After what felt like hours, but was only seconds, the lights in her apartment flicked on as multiple figures crouched down in front of her. Their voices were distant, but she could hear the concern and fear in them. Faint crying pierced through the ringing in her ears as she focused on the face in front of her. Her eyes met those of a terrified Mrs. Sánchez, her eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes spilling over with tears. Helena struggled to reach for the old woman’s hand, in a futile effort to convince her that she was okay. But even she wasn’t convinced as she found her fingers weak and hard to pilot as they wrapped around her neighbor’s. She could hear sirens and yelling and sobbing as she fought to keep her eyes open.

But as she let her eyelids fall, losing consciousness, her thoughts wandered to her friends, hoping and pleading that they were not in the same position as her right now.

 a/n: LOL AMMIRGHT, shit is picking UP how are we feeling??? I’m feeling yearning >:)

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Twilight Steddie AU Chp 1

Turns out my wattpad is working again wooo! so this in there and also here cause why not anyways without further ado... (Updates every wednesday)

Steve’s Pov

I’ve never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a pretty good way to go. So I don’t regret my decision to leave home. My parents are never home, always away on a business trip or vacation. It’ll be nice living with my family. I’m moving in with my uncle Jim, and his daughter Jane in Hawkins Indiana. When I was little my parents would send me there every summer. But then he adopted Jane and my parents deemed me old enough to look after myself at age 11. Living with them will be better than being alone in my parents big empty house. I doubt they’ll notice I’m gone. And I’m excited to meet Jane, and be in a new place. This will be a good thing. Right?

Hawkins is a lot smaller than California, population 3,809 people. The weather here is a lot colder already. I might not miss a lot about home but I will miss the heat. Jim says the weather here gets just as hot as California but only in the summer. My uncle Jim is the chief of police here. I remember when I was young he would sometimes take me on patrols for minor cases. I remember the summer before he adopted Jane, a kid went missing. Wonder if they found him. 

The car ride to Jim’s cabin from the airport was long and mostly quiet. “Your hair’s longer,” Jim said. I lifted my chin off my hand to look at him. I then ran my hand through it. “Yeah I let it grow out more, at school kids called me Steve The hair Harrington” Jim chuckled. I smiled and went back to looking out the window as we pulled up to the cabin. A flood of memories from the summers I spent here came rushing back. The cabin hadn’t changed a bit. Only some aging had seemed to occur.  I got out of the car and so did Jim. He opened up the trunk and We grabbed my bags. “Jane’s excited to meet you” Jim said as we made our way up to the cabin. “I’m excited to meet her,” I said with a polite smile. He unlocked the door and we walked inside. “Jane’s at the mall with her friend right now, she’ll be home soon. Oh and your old room is uh hers now but you got the guest bedroom now I hope you don’t mind” Jim spoke again. I smiled and nodded. I don’t mind at all, after all who am I to mind. I haven't been here in years. We walked up the stairs and he led me to my room. My old stuff from when I used to visit was in a box by the bed. There was also a dresser and desk and some empty shelves for books or records and tapes. The room was quite plain aside from that. Jim put my bags down and walked to the door frame. He stood in it for a moment. “Well I’ll let you get settled in and everything.” And with that he walked off. One of the best things about Jim, he doesn’t hover. I placed my bags down and unzipped the first one. I emptied it out on the floor and opened the dresser. I picked up my t-shirts and other clothes, folding them and stashing them away in the dresser as I did. I heard a beeping noise outside and looked out my window. A black Camaro was there and three people stepped out. A girl with a  brown curly bob, a girl with long red hair and a guy. A guy with curly strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The guy took out a cigarette and offered one to Jim. Jim refused and the guy lit one and took it to his lips. My cheeks flushed a bit at the sight of him. You could tell this guy had muscle because of the way his shirt hugged his body. I tore my eyes away from him and went down stairs. I walked outside. “Thanks for giving Jane a ride Billy,” Jim turned around to see me join the group. “Oh Billy this is Steve you remember him don’t you, you too would play together when you were younger.” I waved and held my hand out for him to shake. Billy looked at my hand and took it with his. “Nice to see you again” I said. He nodded and gave me a smile. “Steve this is Max, Janes and friend and of course Jane” Jim pointed to the red haired girl then to the brown. Max waved, hugged Jane and said goodbye. She climbed into the car and so did Billy. “Hi Steve,” Jane said to me. I took my eyes off the now far away car and replied. “Hi Jane.” We all walked inside the cabin. 

We sat at the dinner table. Jim had grilled some chicken and Jane made a salad. It wasn’t much but it was better than the microwave meals I used to force myself to eat back home. “What’s California like?” Jane asked. “Hot” I said, taking another bite of chicken. We continued eating in silence for a bit. “My friend's son just moved away for college, they said they were gonna scrap his car but I offered to take it off their hands. It’ll be here tomorrow” Jim said and went back to focusing on his food. “Oh wow, thank you” I said smiling. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. 

It’s the first day at my new school. In the middle of the semester. Great. After stopping by the front office to grab my schedule and a map I wandered through the halls trying to find my classes. “Steve Harrington right?” I look up to see a pretty girl with a curly brown bob and big blue eyes smiling at me. “Yup, that's me,” I said. “Nancy Wheeler, here to show you around and ask a few questions for your feature in the school paper” “oh a feature I don’t need that I can just-“ Nancy shook her head and walked with me. “Nonsense, it’s school news, and don’t worry you won’t be in the front page.” I shrugged and agreed.  

In gym class we played basketball. And it turns out Billy is in my gym class and he’s a really good basketball player. The band was also in the gym, rehearsing. I’ll admit I’m a little rusty with basketball. I’ve played before at school but that was last year. I also was team captain of the swim team but basketball isn’t swim. I threw the ball and hit one of the kids in the band.  Maybe I’m more rusty than I thought. “Oh shit I’m so sorry” I said running over to them. “It’s okay, at least you apologized,” the girl looked at me and squinted her eyes. “You're the new kid right Steve?” I nodded. “Do you want me to get you ice or something?” I asked. She shook her head. “No it’s fine, I’m Robin”. From across the gym coach yelled, “Harrington stop  lollygagging” I turned to see him waving me to come back. “See you around” I said and ran back to the coach. 

At lunch I sat with Robin and her friends, Jonathan, Argyle and Nancy. “Me and my family lived in California for a bit before we moved back here,” Jonathan said. “Oh cool” I said. I decided I wasn't hungry and pushed my lunch away. The group talked about random things. My mind wandered and I looked outside to see a group of people walking towards the empty table in the cafeteria. There was a pale guy with curly brown hair. A couple of others and some kids, a scrawny tall pale boy with short dark curly hair wearing a shirt that read Hellfire Club on it. There were two other boys with brown curly hair that was sort of long and a cap that said thinking cap on it. And  boy with bowl cut. Then the last one walked in. He was handsome, he had big brown eyes that seemingly sparkled. Long dark curly hair and wicked grin. He got tk the table and gestured something to the group which made them laugh. “Who are they?” I asked. “That's the hellfire club, they play dnd and are kind of freaks.” Robin answered. Nancy elbowed her. “Be nice Robin, Mike and Will are in the club” “Who’s Mike and Will?” I asked again. “Nance’s little brother Mike and Jonathan's little brother Will” Argyle replied. I nodded and looked back at them. “The leader is Eddie Munson, Hawkin’s Freak” I made eye contact with Eddie, he winked at me and smirked. I looked away a little pink and bit my lip. "Don't waste you time he just likes making a scene." Jonathan said. "Wasn't planning on it" I said. The group moved on the conversation but for the rest of lunch my thoughts were consumed by Eddie Munson.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve the hair harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #robin buckley #ronance #stranger things s4 #nancy wheeler #steveddie #jargyle #jonathan byers #argyle #twilight #billy hargrove #werewolf #vampires #vampire eddie munson #twilight au #hellfirefreak #jim hopper #jane eleven hopper #max mayfield #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #mike x will #mike stranger things #mike wheeler #will stranger things #will byers

[lorettapetrichor]

I would love to see a directors cut of the vivisectanne au, it's my favorite fic series of yours (I am very mentally ill)

WOOO this may get longish im just gonna rant abt all sorts of stuff i did in there. under the cut for length and discussion of. the topics of this au! so cw for mentions of vivisection, torture, self harm, and suicidal thoughts, and passages from the fics that may contain descriptions of those. even if youre tagged you dont have to read through all of this. its heavy.

so first off the first chapter was originally all i wanted to write! i heard darcy's line at the end of tbote and i was like. woah i can do something cool with that. however i just.... kept writing. this means each installment is much more cohesive than my usual multichapters i'd published before, since i try to write them all at once before posting!

so it all started with good old vivisectianne. i wanted a bit of a callback to tc&tk with some of the first scenes:

this place, right here, where it took apart marcy's phone, is where it then takes apart anne! why did i say that so cheerfully–

ok heres an actual funny fact

this exchange originally consisted of something like this:

"...you may call us darcy."

"that's cringe."

"YOURE CRINGE!" (immediately stabs anne)

i didnt even rewrite it until i'd finished the entire fic and was rereading it for editing! it just. no longer fit the overall tone whatsoever.

ok chapter 2 comments:

dont have a lot of comments here. basically, when i decided on the length/format i wanted the fic to be (4 chapters each), i chose to have each of the first three chapters be from a different point of view, with the last being sort of a "finale." so here we switch to sasha pov!

And once she does, the robot can do nothing to prevent her from sending a punch into its eye that leaves it sparking on the ground, and Sasha wipes the blood the shattered glass has left on her fist away on her bottom hem of her tunic, and runs through the door.

^ decided to try my hand at foreshadowing stuff for once lmao, since very soon sasha will lose her eye to darcy. the actual eye loss happens offscreen between chapter 2 and 3 but this clues a careful reader in on what may be to come.

this fic was written shortly after the all in promo, so the fight between darcy and sasha is inspired by the theories revolving around that!

when sasha mentions that "olivia told [her] what it did to [marcy]," this is bc i wanted to make sure that sasha knew the basics of what had actually happened to marcy. since they were imprisoned together for a brief time during the events of the first chapter while anne was having a bad time, olivia did a bit more explanation than whatever the heck her warnings in tbote were.

ohohoho time to talk abt one of my favorite chapters... chapter 3 of icduysg!!!

people who have caught on to the pov switching would likely guess that this chapter was marcy pov. however i wanted to write the opening scene to be ambiguous for anyone else, so that the reveal sort of . comes slowly.

She wakes up on the floor of the basement with a stabbing pain in her heart. Or what’s left of it, after everything. She can’t see, she can’t—she scrabbles at her head, fingers glancing off glossy metal, and throws the object covering her face to the ground with a clank. Her hands are covered in blood. There’s a flame-edged scythe on the floor beside her, and Frog she hates that fiery blade because it’s too familiar to one she knows all too well.

the first lines could be a giveaway, but everything that comes afterward makes it more and more clear whose pov this is supposed to be.

“Please, Marcy! I—I forgive you. For everything.” And yet her words hit her like a sword to the back. And she remembers. Fire and pain and blood and dying and waking up and almost safe and claws on her scalp that tear into skin and cold metal restraints and the helmet’s slow descent and pain and screaming and screaming and screaming and orange and lightning and loneliness and darkness and the Core and—

of course i had to take the cheesy way. why not? "i forgive you for everything" / "thank you for everything" stab ME in the chest when i hear them too! rlly loved using the simile there bc it has greater meaning with marcy yknow. the way the return of memories is written in this fic, as seen also in the next chapter, is inspired by some of  nosferatank's incredible prose!

a close reader will notice that something is wrong with marcy as soon as she can't move her arms to hug sasha: she's losing control again throughout this scene. and then, though it isn't explicitly stated, sasha sees something wrong with marcy's eyes. it's marcy pov, she wouldnt be able to look in her own eyes and know that they're orange. the reason marcy remains lucid throughout it regaining control here is that the helmet is gone: i believe this is discussed in the sequel, i'll go through that when i get to it in here lol.

The invasion goes smoothly, she’s told the next time she wakes up. She doesn’t ask how it went, only knows that the castle is back in Amphibia, and that Darcy has pulled her from the tank at last, and that her world has been thoroughly conquered. It’s been about a month since they tried to rescue Marcy, apparently. A month since it took Anne apart to see how her powers worked, callous to her screams of agony.

we start out the finale chapter with a timeskip and another ambiguous pov. it's anne this time, at least at the beginning of the chapter.

and we get the next example of that style of implementing rushing memories:

Pain and screaming and blood hot on lips and pleading-desperate for this to end and flaming heat and obsidian-sharp agony and—

the basment scene with marcy waiting for anne and sasha to go through with their plan is one of my favorites. had a lot of fun with the usage of light:

Light does return, in the form of a streak of yellow light painted against the black.

andrias extends his sword in the darkness of the basement. marcy, of course, is terrified.

this fic by @skibs-scribbles is an influence throughout the last section of the finale of this fic and the tone of the entire sequel! one of my faves.

last note on this fic:

But on the nights when they get to be together, even for a few hours, they sleep in each other's arms, and let the nightmares and tears and phantom screams run through. And then they stare out at the smog-blotted stars over a world that once seemed so bright, like the kids they were before this world broke them.

this is just one of my favorite lines from the fic, im super proud of it. suits being the last line of the fic.

on to sdlgwyd!

as a marcangst lover, i chose to make this entire fic be from marcy's point of view, as she seemed the most interesting character to follow in the au. her guilt, even more intense here than in canon, seemed like an interesting place to pull from, not to mention that she's my favorite character.

a lot of this fic ends up being an allegory for self-harm, given that not only are there themes of it throughout, but the core's methods of torture very much resemble common forms of self harm.

most of the first chapter is just intended to set up the rest of the fic. this means it's establishing how the core and marcy function, the situation anne and sasha are in, etc.

one thing i think it's funny to point out, given that i wrote this before all in:

Sasha jokes, once, early on, when they still think that this may be a temporary arrangement to buy them enough time for an escape, that they now match: the deep, slicing burn on her own chest; the gnarled line of scar tissue mirrored on Marcy’s front and back[.]

look how close i got to manifesting canon! if sasha had been facing away from darcy during that scene in the last fic i wouldve straight up predicted that wild bit in all in lmao.

She deserves it. The Core agrees. And she’s not sure which of them started that line of thought anymore.

this line was surprisingly hard to word right, but i liked what i ended up with. this becomes important throughout the fic: does marcy actually think she deserves this pain, is the core only telling her that, or is it true?

when marcy goes to visit olivia and yunan in the dungeons, we get this line:

She stops in front of where it should be. The cell is drowned in thick shadows, draped over the stone like swaths of gauzy black cloth. 

the "swaths of gauzy black cloth" simile is very much intended to give a sort of funeral, mourning, etc. vibe. it seemed fitting, giving how they've likely been crying over marcy all this time.

She pauses for a glance down at the carbon-fiber bracers she knows are in place around her forearms, covering from palm to elbow in dark, dull-metallic, charcoal-gray, covering the scars that lie there. They can assume it’s only using the chair, the very place where they saw such horrible things happen to her, once again, for all she cares. They don’t need to know what happens when it picks up a glinting blade, the same one it’s used to make the changes it deems necessary for her body so long as it’s shared with a computed mind. 

this is one of the most prominent examples of the overarching allegorical theme of this fic. marcy hides the damage the core has done to her using her own hands. for whatever reason, she doesnt want them to know how it's actually been hurting her.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Is that all she can say anymore? Only those words that dribbled from her lips along with a shower of blood the night she was so violently killed, left to bleed to death with a smoking wound? Will she ever find another way to justify the fact that she’s still alive, ask for forgiveness for her existence, the pain she’s caused?

wanna point out this passage not just bc im absolutely obsessed with how i wrote it but bc. marcy girl. you need help. her mental state is in shambles bc of the suffering the core has caused.

when marcy gets back to the trio's chambers, she overhears anne and sasha discussing plans to escape. the core is not happy about this.

not only is this a pretty deep look into marcy's thoughts, theres another reference to a separate fic! during the "escape lies..." passage, there's this section:

Escape awaits off the edge of the protruding form of that ancient weapon from the top of the highest level of this castle, jutting into the void, high enough, even with the castle resting on the ground. High enough, though she won’t test it, she tells herself (the Core wouldn’t let her die anyway, she knows. It would stop her, or catch her, or do whatever it takes to repair her, bring her to life again, no matter how broken she becomes).

this is a bit of a shoutout to a plot point in beauty and the beasts by @your-local-hurt-comfort-junkie-1, another fic i adore. i wont spoil the exact thing, but if youve read that fic, you likely know what i mean.

another shoutout in this scene is "'We can’t leave.' Her words are not entirely her own." this is of course a reference to awakening by oh geeez: "lately my head's on fire and my voice is not my own..."

the next chapter contains yet another fic shoutout:

this passage is a reference to this evil thing that @maldito-arbol did in the wjh series lmao.

and then of course, inevitably:

And that subconscious wish has been granted. It’s her skin filled with gashes once again, worse than it’s ever drawn them before, her own blood splattering her face as the Core digs deeper and deeper.

...she gets that wish granted.

Not even Olivia and Yunan can help anymore, their words falling upon dulled ears and their touch upon numb skin, like she’ll never perceive the world as brightly as she once did ever again.

core bestie. you need to stop. your host is gonna break if you kepe this up.

the finale chapter of this fic is fun!

we start out with a confusing dive into a scene without context, set up to match marcy's confusion here. eventually, you can figure out what happened: marcy was knocked out by sasha and anne so that they could deal with the core.

after they succeed in their plan, they head off to kill andrias.

“I wanna kill him.” Her voice has a coldness Anne’s never heard from her. And it trembles, because she knows there was a time Andrias truly cared for her. But he’s gone too long letting the Core torment her, pretending he’s blind to the torture.

guess how much i listened to hayloft ii while writing this chapter lol. yeah it was a lot. the emphasis on "her" is of course to clarify that the core has used her voice to speak like this to anne: that's what it did back in the first chapter of icduysg.

By now, Marcy has recovered from the removal of the Core’s data enough to stand, albeit shakily, and most likely soon won’t be able to at all, after the exoskeleton finally gives out when the background functions programmed into her brain stop running.

marcy doesnt have time to confront this right now, but itll come up in the third installment! without the core powering her exoskeleton, she won't be able to walk on her own before long.

a couple scenes in this chapter are inspired by pieces of art i couldnt stop thinking about. here's the first one:

It feels heavy in her hands. She’s never held this before, only a smaller version, crafted for the Core to use in her own grasp. This is the weapon that killed her. This is the weapon that will kill her murderer. 

and the art:

the dialogue in this scene is somewhat inspired by anne's speech in all in: this was written after the finale episodes aired. meanwhile, i tried to emphasize marcy's frazzled mental state through her own dialogue. for example:

she's just not doing so well rn. havent watched arcane since last year but the vibes of this might have jinx killing silco energy??

and then andrias's actual death scene is very likely an obvious reference:

yep, direct shout-out to true colors. marcy's "you brought this upon yourself" is meant to parallel "now look what you've made me do," while "i'm truly sorry for what i did to you" lines up with "i'm sorry for everything."

anne and sasha assisting in holding the sword while marcy stabs andrias is inspired by the other art i mentioned:

and finally the fic ends on a hopeful note that's been missing since the very beginning. i really wanted this to have the same sort of distinctly soft and gentle ending seen often at the end of some epic story, when things return to a status quo. similar tone to the end of adventure time, before the island song montage, or something. a sense of saying goodbye. there's an important detail mentioned in the last section of this fic, but i wont point it out bc it spoils some of the vaugely planned plot points for the next fic in the series!

hope you enjoyed this very deep dive in to the au, this took so long to write lmao.

#lore talks #i could die under your sightless glow #some days life's gonna wear you down #my writing #amphibia fic #anne don't look #vivisectianne au

[paellegere]

final thoughts: the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde

i ended up liveblogging this less than i thought i would so i guess making a whole new tag for it was kinda silly. i might revise the tag to be more generic?

anyway i enjoyed it! it wasn't what i was expecting it to be from my exposure to it via pop culture, but it had a great atmosphere and i liked the tension and release.

what most intrigues me about the book is its social influences. the whole concept seems so freudian—with hyde as the id, jekyll as the ego, and thus the separation of the two personalities doesn't result in "good" and "evil" halves but rather the self-centered and pleasure-seeking and the ethical.

the time period is right, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that freud's theories influenced the core of this book??? if it's true, it makes for a really interesting cultural piece of late victorian ideology and mindset, in a similar way that robinson crusoe shows off enlightenment ideology. i think that's pretty dang cool, and it does help drive home just how impactful freud was in the foundations for psychology.

at first my mind jumped straight to kierkegaard because idk i'm kierkegaardpilled or whatever, but his aesthetic and ethical seem just slightly to the left of what stevenson was postulating here; of course freud and kierkegaard aren't too different in their theories, and there's plenty of overlap. the subconscious and psychological aspect of it all pushes me to freud though, for sure.

i wasn't expecting there to be a physical transformation between jekyll and hyde actually, even though it was foreshadowed from the beginning. i found it both an interesting exploration of and metaphor for the psyche, and at the same time a little cheesy and weird lmao. like to me i think it would have been more unnerving for there to have been no physical change, but i like the way the change is presented as a reflection of the psyche. it feels essentialist in nature, and that in itself is an interesting characteristic to present.

i guess i don't have much more to say here; the prose was lovely, though strikingly different from steinbeck's so it took me a bit to adjust to it after reading so much east of eden. the presentation of the story was interesting: not my favorite, but definitely effective, so i can't really complain about it. the ending felt both lacking and impactful; i guess a book about dualities would leave me feeling so contradictory. good work stevenson lol.

so now that that's done, i'm finally going to read candide and hopefully get through that much quicker than it took me to get through this now that i'm no longer sick. wooo :)

#liveblogging: short stories #i'll use that tag instead. no reason to make a new tag for every new story i read only to use it 4 times #.txt

[ellaten]

he’s got a point.

#sleepy bois fanart #sbi fanart #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #technoblade #technoblade fanart #philza #philza fanart #incorrect quotes #comic #art #digital art #dsmp #dsmp fanart #sleepy bois family #wooo this took longer than I thought it would

[kaemaki-enthusiast]

I really need a Camilo Madrigal x Gn or Male! Reader.

It's about Camilo being so lost for having turned into so many people at the same time that he no longer knows who he is. He sits in front of the mirror for hours crying about it while trying not to change into someone else as it would affect his mind more at this point. Because every time he thinks of a specific person, especially if the feeling is negative, he will likely turn into her.

When the reader realized that Camilo was depressed, he tried to console him in every way possible, because when the reader is sad, it is Camilo who encourages him. Filling him with kisses to take all the chameleon's sadness <3

hii! you requested this so long ago sorry 😭😭

@sparkleslunar

mi luz

Camilo Madrigal (he/they) x Male!reader (he/him)

warnings: angsty comfort, crying camilo

[563 words]

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camilo sat in front of the dozens of mirrors in his room, each reflecting someone other than him, they couldn’t find a single mirror in his room that reflected them.

it was around dusk, camilo had been doing chores all day, turning into people’s mothers, his familia for paintings, everything. it drained him of all his energy. it was dark in his room, a single spotlight following him around as he paced, sat down and rocked himself. he had tears streaming down his freckled face as he silently sobbed as to not worry his sister, her being with her soon-to-be fiancé. as soon as he thought abt her his brain registered it as to turn into her and soon he was looking down at himself in a yellow and red dress. he tears flowed more as he kept thinking about himself, they just wanted to he themself. he was in his own brain when you had knocked and entered,

“mi amor? ay mi Camilo” you softened at his trembling form as he switched from dolores to mariano rapidly, his face covered in tears, he looked up to see you and soon enough you had been looking at yourself. his breath became heavier and quicker

“help me amor, please” you rushed to him as he collapsed into you, you sank down with him onto their bedroom floor as they sobbed into your shoulder, you uttered small encouragements to your novio, he eventually matched his breathing with yours and he backed away from you, you wiped some tears from his cheeks and cupped his face,

“what do you need from me, mi vida?” you asked them, he was still catching his breath, hiccuping every once in awhile. you rubbed his back as he uttered “please just listen to me..” you nodded as he took a breath,

“i’ll never be enough for them. i-i just dont know who I am, how do you love me, if i don’t know who i am,” he sobbed out as you ran your palm along his neck.

“well amor, that’s because I know who you are, you are Camilo Madrigal, mi Camilo. You are funny, flirty, and always try to make everyone around you laugh. You’re a mama’s boy and will die for your siblings, especially Antonio. You’re the boy who will cheer anyone up when they are down, especially if it’s tu familia. You’re the boy who tried flirting with me but got flustered when i flirted back, you’re the boy who tried to make me arepas but burned them and ended up taking some of the ones your tía made. mi luz, you’re the boy i fell in love with.” with that your camilo smiled, you wiped his cheeks to get rid of the rest of the tears he shed.

“te amo, niño bonito.” you leaned your forehead against theirs and held his hands in your lap. “yo también te quiero,” camilo said with a shaky voice, you smiled widely and cupped his cheek covering his face in kisses, making sure to get all his freckles, then get his forehead, his temples, his cheeks, then finally his lips.

now that you 2 were cuddled up in his bed, him fast asleep, clutching onto you, you had decided he had been properly cheered up, happy with yourself since he always cheered you up, you could finally do the same.

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wooo! finished another one!

sorry again for the wait ❤️❤️

sorry if any spanish is ungrammatical or inaccurate ❤️

#encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo encanto #encanto camilo #camilo my beloved #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo imagine #camilo x reader #camilo x male reader