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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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She stared at them like they’d lost their minds. “What is this? A TV show? You seriously want me to dress up and go into this guy’s hideout all alone and flirt the information out of him? Are you fucking kidding me?”

The group shared a look, then Soap shrugged. “I mean, yeah, that’s the gist of the plan.”

With a sigh, she asked, “Do you at least have any dresses for me?”

“Already prepared,” Soap replied, lifting a bag.

“Gimme.” She took the bag from him and dropped it by her feet, toeing off her boots as she unbuttoned her pants and shoved them down her thighs; their eyes hit the ceiling to give her privacy.

“Uh…we have a bathroom.”

“And I have no shame,” she answered, yanking off her jacket, shirt, and tank top underneath. “Literally. I had a guy watch me shit when I was in basic. Had a full-on conversation with that man because he didn’t understand personal space in the head.” She picked out one of the dresses. “Didn’t even look away when I wiped. So, I, from that day forward, have never felt any sense of shame whatsoever. Because if you can have a conversation, with the opposite gender, while you’re shitting, you have no reason to ever be ashamed again.”

“I seriously wonder about your time at boot camp,” Price muttered, and she snorted.

“Pretty sure my entire group was nicotine depraved and crackheads.”

Soap had long lowered his eyes from the ceiling as he commented, “You know your underwear doesn’t match your bra, right?”

“Stellar observation there, Soap. No wonder you’re such a great shot.” She gestured to the red and plaid holiday bra and the neon green hi-briefs. “Forgot to pack before this mission and the underwear to the bra was dirty.”

“Why don’t you just stick with mil-issued?”

Her face pinched. “I’d rather use my hands as a cover for my tits and vag than use shit undergarments I can rip with my bare hands. And I have, in fact, ripped them with my bare hands before. And no, Soap,” she cut off, “you don’t get to ask why.”

She pulled the dress up her legs and slipped her arms through the sleeves, adjusting it to her body, then she frowned. “What am I going to church?”

“It has a slit in the side,” Soap offered, and she started walking around.

“My dudes, I can’t walk in this thing, let alone fight if things go bad.” Ghost, who’d been silent up until that point, walked towards her and she looked at him. “What?” he said nothing, and she backed up. “Ghost, what?”

He stood before her, reached down, and bunched the dress up in his hands, yanking it up her hips until everyone saw neon green. His fingers dug into the meat of her ass, keeping her in place even as she tried to recoil. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she let a knee fly up towards his groin—he caught it of course, also dodging the elbow she sent his way. Ghost gave a ‘hmpf’ and said, “Seems to me like you can fight just fine, love.” Letting her go, he smoothed the dress back down her legs and walked off, leaving her flustered in anger, embarrassment, and if she were being totally honest, arousal.

“Not. One. Word.” She hissed, pointing at the men who suddenly found the floor, the ceiling, and each other much more interesting than her.

As she stalked off in Ghost’s direction, Soap crossed his arms over his chest and muttered, “I’m not paying you money. They didn’t confess.”

Gaz smirked. “Yeah, but they’re gonna bone so it still counts.”

Price scowled at them. “You’re dogs…how much are we betting?”

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captainremmington-13 · 1 month

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, sadness, and lonliness

A/N: the next part is gonna include capture the flag ;))

As soon as you heard the yelling, you were certain that someone had died.

The sensation that washed over your body confirmed your suspicions. Your powers always told you when a being was truly dead and beyond saving. However, this time, it felt slightly different. The being’s life had been halted, but not ended. They were no longer aging, but their soul remained in their body.

Putting down the blanket you were folding, you slipped on a pair of worn-down sneakers and left Cabin 11. Walking down the stairs, you internally hoped the scene wasn’t too gory. Even if you were the child of death itself, you weren’t a fan of seeing people mutilated.

Just by listening for a moment, you could tell that the chaos was occurring at the border of the camp. Putting two and two together, you realized a new camper must have arrived. You’d seen several demigods try to get inside the safety of the camp border’s, and lose their lives in the process.

But as you approached the hill where several other demigods were crowded together, you saw two kids who were very much alive. The more baffling sight, however, was the large pine tree at the highest point of the hill that definitely hadn’t been there before.

You tapped Will Solace on the arm, making him jump slightly. Ignoring his reaction, you asked, “What in Hades is going on? Where did that tree come from?”

“Uh…” Will said, scratching the back of his neck. “Three demigods and a satyr were being chased by monsters as they approached the camp border. One of the demigods, a daughter of Zeus, sacrificed herself to let the others get to safety. It seems that instead of letting her die or saving her, Zeus turned her into…” He gestured at the tree. “That.”

Typical god behavior. When they try to help their offspring, they only make their lives worse.

“That’s unfortunate,” you said to Will. “I don’t think there’s much we can do.”

“Yeah,” Will replied awkwardly. “Try not to worry about it. We’ll get the two new campers settled into Cabin 11 as soon as we can. You can meet them then.”

Understanding that he wanted to end the conversation, you simply nodded and walked away. You had learned to recognize the signs that signaled when people no longer wanted to be in your presence, and Will was exhibiting several of them.

But that was alright. You didn’t really feel like sticking around anyways. You were your own best companion.

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“Hey, uh, is the top bunk taken?“

You looked up from painting your nails to see a boy standing in front of you. He had curly brown hair, a lean figure, and brown eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. He was holding a small backpack, which likely contained all of his personal possessions.

“That’s Kalia’s bunk. You can take that spot over there.” You pointed to a twin-sized mattress squished in between two bunk beds.

“Oh…okay.” The boy set his backpack down on the mattress and sat down next to it. “So, are you…you know, a Hermes kid too?”

You laughed without humor. “Do I look like one of Hermes’s spawn?”

The boy flinched. “No.”

“You have your answer then.”

He sighed. “I suppose it’s for the better that he’s not your father. He’s completely neglected me all my life.”

“All of the gods do that to their demigod offspring,” you said. “Except for a rare few. And even then, the most their children get are occasional visits and favors. Some of the gods choose favorites, which causes chaos here at camp.”

The boy nodded in acknowledgement. “That seems frustrating.”

“It is.”

“So…if you’re not one of Hermes’s children, are you unclaimed?”

You shook your head. “No. My father just doesn’t have a cabin, so I’m stuck here.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that your answer will probably scare the boy off. But you decided to be honest. If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem.

“Thanatos, god of death.”

Instead of going pale and quickly looking away, the boy gave you a small smile. “Cool.” He stood up again, walking over to your bunk once more. He extended his hand.

“I’m Luke. Luke Castellan.”

As you shook his hand firmly and told him your name, a genuine feeling of warmth grew in your chest.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who didn’t treat you like a walking time bomb.

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You took it upon yourself to show Luke around camp the next day. This shocked everyone, as you usually didn’t converse with anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. You and him spent the entire day together, and even ate dinner side-by-side at the Hermes table. It was the most time you’d spent with just one person in ages.

You explained to him the unspoken rules of the camp. In order to prevent being messed with, you had to prove that you were worthy. Glory was extremely important, and could be earned by winning Capture the Flag or going on quests. And protecting your cabin’s honor was of top priority. If another cabin somehow slandered yours, you had the right to retaliate (even though Chiron and Mr. D didn’t approve).

The more you interacted with Luke, the more you liked him.

Luke adapted to his new environment extremely well. He quickly established a reputation as an excellent strategist and seasoned fighter. Apparently, he had been on the run since he was nine, and picked up a myriad of skills along the way. He was particularly good at picking locks, which wasn’t surprising.

He also made friends quickly. His charming personality drew in every person he interacted with. He was witty, ambitious, and made good conversation. Plus, his impressive abilities made him a useful ally.

After he settled in, you expected him to forget about you. He had more popular, less terrifying companions.

But he didn’t. In fact, he became your closest friend.

Despite being different in a variety of ways, your personalities blended like a dream. He appreciated your dry, subtle sense of humor, and encouraged you to always keep improving. And you admired his mischievous nature. He’d even gotten you to lighten up a bit, and become less adverse to participating in group activities.

You slowly learned more about him, and he learned about you. You both assumed it would scare the other person off, but that knowledge only brought you closer together.

But most importantly, you both quickly learned that together, you were essentially unstoppable.

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kyber-kisses · 1 year

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Here In The Dark

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

Summary: while on a scouting mission the Reader and Rex are forced to find shelter when an unexpected blizzard hits.

Warnings: minor injuries, mutual pining😈, Rex being his socially awkward self-

A/N: this is purely self indulgent and it’s probably crap but enjoy!

“Yep it’s decided. I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill Anakin.”

“Little dramatic dont you think?”

Shifting in the knee deep snow, you turned to give Rex and icy stare that rivaled the weather around you. “No. All I think is that when we make it back to base camp I’m gonna force throw him into the nearest sun.”

It was supposed to be a simple scouting mission across the northern ridge line. Blue skies and warm weather the whole time. Nothing to worry about.

At least that’s what Anakin had told you.

And what a fool you were to think he was right.

Because now the sun had long since set and a horrific blizzard was bearing down and you and the captain as the both of you struggled through the almost waist deep snow. Your comma had long since lost contact with base camp now leaving you and Rex completely alone on the darkened mountain side as sheets of heavy snow slammed into you with even stronger winds.

The only positive was that at least you were with Rex. If you were with anyone else you probably would have buried them in the snow somewhere. For example: Anakin.

If Anakin were here you would have buried him the the powder a good few miles back.

“You know stomping around all bitterly isn’t gonna help the situation.” Rexs voice cut through the wind slightly as he trudged besides you.

“Says the one with the helmet on that protects his face from the wind and the cold.” You grumbled, feeling snowflakes stick to your eyelashes as you blinked. “Can you hand me your nightscope?”

“Sure thing.” Once the device had been procured to halted in your tracks, ignoring the way the wind and snow whipped your hair around your face as you looked through the night vision scope.

You had hoped for better quality but with the heavy falling snow and winds the screen was a mess of fuzz for the most part. You were still practically stumbling around blind.

“Let me have a try.” Extending his hand once more, you dropped the scope back into Rexs possession watching through squinted eyes as he surveyed the land with the scope.

“Anything?”

“Two clicks to the east.” The captain spoke, pointing his finger into the dark before passing the scope back to you.

It wasn’t much but it was something. Through the fuzzy landscape you could just barely make out a dark blotch against the side of the ridge. “Cave maybe?”

“Here’s to hoping. We don’t really have any other options.” Rex shrugged, clipping the scope back onto his belt before moving forward with you in tow.

You and Rex stuck as close to eachother as you could in fear of losing one another in the white-out conditions. Cold bit at every inch of your body wether it was exposed or not, it seeped into the cradles of your boots and made its way in the fabric of your gloves. No part of you was safe.

“Commander, here.” At the sound of Rexs out of breath voice you picked your eyes up from where they had been focusing on the ground, only to find he had stopped, extending his hand to help you up the steeper incline. You took it graciously, allowing him to keep the two of you tethered the remainder of the way.

The two of you were practically in the cave before you knew you had even reached it. One moment you were at the mouth and the next you were sliding through it. The cave led ever so slightly downward a few feet before flattening out completely, Rex assisting you down as the two of you moved away from the howling winds and ice pellets that battered the mountain side.

Before you could even reach for your own flashlight, Rex was clicking his on, a bright beam of cold white light cutting through the darkness as he scanned the inside of the cave, his hand hovering over his blaster.

“No one’s here Rex. I can feel it.”

All you could feel in the force was you and Rex, along with the dull vibrations of the rock and dirt beneath you. There were no other life forms. As the beam danced across the cave walls you made sure to make note of everything. It was small, the cave ceiling on three or four feet above your head and it’s entire size couldn’t have been bigger than your quarters aboard the Resolute.

Shrugging off the survival pack that had been on your back you dropped it to the floor, fingers still too cold to do anything that mattered.

“I’ll get a fire going.” Digging into the bag himself, the captain pulled out a cinder kit.

“I can help.”

Kneeling down on the cave floor next to Rex, you helped set up the small device. Normally all it would take was one small click of the button but of course said button was broken.

“You’re lucky you got stuck out here with a Jedi with my abilities.” Musing lightly you cupped your hands and brought them to your lips, warming them up in whatever way you could before rubbing them together. When you finally got a small spark you let out a sigh of relief before sharply snapping your fingers together to produce a small flame. “Aha still got it!”

“When we’re you gonna tell me you could do that?” Besides you, Rex watched the tiny flame dance across the top of your finger tip in wonder.

Shrugging slightly, you brought the flame down to the cinder box and a moment later a much larger flame leapt forth, brightening the cavern exponentially. “Right now.”

“Can all Jedi do that?”

“No unfortunately. It’s a skill only a handful of us possess.”

“Well nice work Commander.”

A small smile tugged on your lips. “Thank you.”

If someone had told you this morning that you would be spending the night holed up in a cavern on the side of some mountain int he middle of a blizzard with Rex you would have laughed. . . Yet here you were.

And honestly there were worse places you could be.

“You doing alright commander?” Standing up from where he had been knelt on the floor, Rex wiped off his gloves before giving you a concerned look.

“I’m fine all things considered. You?”

“Never better.”

As the heat of the fire filled the cavern you peeled off your boots, your socks following suit as you laid them out next to the dancing flame. The fire would do l it take to help you if you were sitting around in soaking wet clothes.

And at that thought you began peeling of the layers of your Jedi robes, oblivious to the fact that Rex had flushed a deep red before averting his gaze from you. When you were done all the remained on your body was the solid black undergarment you wore. It was once peace and didn’t have any sleeves but it went down to your mid thighs in a way that made it look sort of like a unitard. It was the only dry piece of clothing you had left.

You were half way through pulling out both of the therma-blankets from the pack when you realized Rexs back was turned to you, his hand awkwardly on his hip as he face the mouth of the cave.

“Rex? Are you alright?”

His posture straightened ever so slightly at his name. “Of course commander! Just wanted- just wanted to give you some privacy that’s all.”

His words hit you suddenly as you looked down at your much more exposed body, now understanding. “Oh.”

You hadn’t even thought about how Rex might react to that. You had been friends with him for so long you didn’t even think twice.

Wrapping one of the reflective therma blankets around your shoulders, you padded across the floor of the cave, reaching out to gently grab his shoulder. “You don’t need to worry about that. I don’t mind. Just be glad I’m not walking around full on nude.” You joked lightly, once more unaware of the deepening red creeping up Rex’s face.

When he didn’t say anything you felt a slight frown slip across your features. He was acting weird. Very weird.

“You should get out of that armor. This type wasn’t meant for the cold climates such as this.” You waved your hands, gesturing to the weather beyond the mouth of the cave. “Add that to the list of reasons on why I’m gonna kill Anakin when we get back. He should of had us prepare better.”

At that you got a light chuckle out of Rex, the clone captain turning slightly to look over his shoulder at you.

“I’ll be fine commander.”

You sent him a warning stare. “As both your superior and friend I’m telling you if you don’t get out of that armor right now I will start peeling it off you. You need to stay warm and this?” You knocked your hand against the plastoid armor, your teeth chattering slightly as you spoke, giving away the fact that you were still cold. “This isn’t gonna help you.”

At your words the captain let a heavy sigh before raising his hands to undo the clasps of his chest plate which you took gently from him before sitting it against the wall next to the pack. You repeated the action several more times until all his armor was stacked neatly to the side.

“See? I bet you’re warmer already?” You mused, looking up at him with a small smile as you gently rested your hand against his chest momentarily.

Beneath your touch Rex shivered, the feeling foreign to him enough to elicit a physical response. If you had felt it you didn’t say anything.

In truth, you had Rex wrapped around your finger. (Not that you knew). From the moment you joined the 501st as its other Jedi- commander you had Rexs complete loyalty and respect. You came walking on the bridge with your kinda smile and even kinder eyes and Rex swore he melted.

And now here he was in some cave with a half naked you.

Force, he had a way of always ending up in weird and awkward situations.

“You hungry? I know there’s like a weeks worth of ration bars int he front ouch of the pack?”

“I’m alright commander, but thank you.” Moving past you, Rex lowered himself to the ground in front of the fire, leaning back against the cave wall behind him with a heavy sigh.

Beneath his gloves he squeezed his fingers into a fist, repeating the action several times before it caught your attention.

“Your hands are cold aren’t they?”

“Nothing I can’t deal with commander. I’ve been through worse.”

At his words you rolled your eyes before sitting down in front of him and tucking your knees to your chest. “Why must you clones all be so stubborn?”

“I am not stubb—“

Rexs words felt flat as he suddenly felt your hands gently taking his. Turning his head he watched once more with a sudden blush on his cheeks as you carefully removed his gloves and tossed them to the floor.

Your fingers danced over the calloused skin of his palms as if memorizing every bump and scar before you cupped his hands and brought them to your lips before breathing a gentle plume of hot air into them. Curious brown eyes watched you as you placed a gentle kiss to his finger tips before shifting to grip his hands fully in your own.

“And it’s Y/N by the way.”

Rexs brain seemed to have short circuited because he had no clue as to what you were talking about. “. . . What?”

“Back on base it’s Commander this and Commander that. Here? I’m just Y/N. No need for the formalities. I call you Rex don’t I?”

“I mean, yeah I guess?”

You nodded slowly, dropping Rex’s hands as you moved to adjust the blanket around your shoulders when a shiver ran through your body.

“Still cold?”

“A bit. These therma- blankets only do so much.” You explained, look down at the reflective material that you currently had wrapped around you.

“ I can agree with you on that.” Rex sent you a small grin as he paused. “We should stay close together though. It will help contain our body heat.”

It took everything in the poor captain to not stumble over his words at the thought of staying so close to each other.

“Good call.” You nodded before standing back up and walking across the cave floor to grab the other therma-blanket at the two compact bed rolls that you had also carried with you.

The only problem was you couldn’t get the damn packaging opening. Though your own hands had warmed exponentially your fingers were still shaky as you tried to break to wrapping on the sleeping pads. After a moment you let out a string of curses.

“Kriffing hell, who in the force packed these damn th-“

“Here, let me try.” An arm suddenly reached over your shoulder, taking the package from your hands.

Letting out a defeated sigh you nodded as you turned. “Thank you, Re-“

If there were any other words you were supposed to say they no longer existed as you came face to face with Rex’s bare chest. The clone pausing in his action when he saw you had turned, almost instantly the red returned to his cheeks.

“My Uh- my shirt was still wet. Thought it would be best to let it dry with everything else—“ he stuttered slightly, apparently oblivious to the pink that had now graced your cheeks as well.

Another shiver went up your body along with a small choked sound departing your lips.

At that Rex frowned, suddenly kneeling down to grab the other therma-blanket and wrap it snuggly around you. “Still cold?”

Oh. Oh your sweet, awkward, oblivious captain thought the shiver was from you being cold. Kriff, he was gonna be the end of you.

You went sure if it was how tired you were or whatever was happening in front of you but out of nowhere your knees buckled and you went down. . . Or you would have if Rex hadn’t reached out and caught you, warm study arms securing you safely to his chest as he lowered you softly to the ground.

“Oops.”

“Comman- Y/N? Are you alright?”

“Just a little case of jelly legs.” You laughed awkwardly, Rex looking at you with a concerned gaze.

“Stay here.”

Humming a response you settled onto your butt ont he floor of the cave, watching as Rex peeled the sleeping pads out of their packaging, the pads instantly beginning to inflate.

You didn’t even get a chance to move once they were full before Rex was suddenly picking you up yet again and settling you down on one and securely tucking the therma-blankets around you.

“That better?”

You hummed a response, watching Rex with a new type of wonder as you did.

“Get some sleep. I’ll take watch tonight and we can head out at first light once the storm has moved passed.” He explained, standing up to move away.

You could see goosebumps prickling his skin as he moved away and before he could get any further you had gotten up from your sleeping pad and quickly gone after him. He had barely turned around before you were wrapping him in a hug, the warmth of his skin flush against your own as you did.

At this point Rex had lost track of the amount of times you had gotten him to blush, the sudden contact of you against his body making his goosebumps more apparent.

“You need to stay warm too.” You spoke softly, pulling off one of the blankets as you did before moving to wrap it snugly around his broad shoulders. Once that was done you grabbed his hand once more and tugged him back across the cavern, onto pausing once to nudge the two sleeping pads together with your foot.

“What are you-“

Collapsing onto the first one, you parted at the vacant spot next to you. “C’mon. Don’t worry about keeping watch tonight. Nothings out here. . . Except us.”

Rex gave a concerned glance towards the mouth of the cave. He didn’t like the idea of no one standing guard. . . But at the same time he was cold and tired and he wanted nothing more than to fall onto that sleeping mat next to you.

The captain let out a sigh of defeat as he did just that, a sort of shy smile crossing his lips as he did. With his back resting against the smooth stone of the cave wall, he settled onto the sleeping mat, inhaling deeply when you moved closer to him to the point in which the skin of your arms were flush against eachother.

“You’re like a walking furnace you know that?” Letting out a relaxed sigh, you rested your head against Rex’s shoulder, curling up closer to him as you did.

“Heh, I don’t really feel like it.”

Everything in Rexs body wanted to shiver at the contact of your skin against his, but he belt fast. Instead trying to focus his attention on the firelight dancing across the caves walls.

There was a few good minutes of long silence which allowed Rex to believe you had fallen asleep, but after another moment you spoke up.

“Rex?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a weird question?”

“You ask me weird questions all the time.”

You let out a tired laugh, picking up your head to look at him. “Have you ever been kissed before?”

At that Rex fell silent, glancing awkwardly around the room. “No offense but that not what I was expecting.”

Sitting up properly you fiddled with your fingers. You could face down Sith Lords and swarms of droids and remain unfazed. . . But this? This was the thing that was making you awkward. Funny how the universe worked.

“I just, I really wanna kiss you l. I know we’ve been friends for years but how could I not get feelings for you because your so kind and patient and caring and loyal and I just- you’re brilliant in every way imaginable and here we are in this cave in the middle of nowhere and I don’t know if I’ll get a chance lie or his again and I think maybe you feel the same about me and I-“ you paused, look over at the bewildered look on Rexs face. “I’m rambling aren’t I?”

“I- Uh. . . Yeah maybe a little-“Rex spoke slowly, clearly showing he was trying to wrap his head around everything that had just come out of your mouth.

“See, and now I’ve made everything awkward!” You wailed, your face falling into your hands as you did.

“No! No-“ sitting up besides you, the captain reached towards you, pulling your hands away from your face before awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I just- I’ve never really kissed anyone. I don’t want to do it wrong or anything-“

This time both of your were blushing, red cheeks inches from each-other as you looked at Rex with wide eyes.

“That doesn’t matter to me. You’re just so brilliant and amazing and the force feels warmer when I’m around you and-“

Neither of you had realized how you had both slowly begun navigating towards each-other, your nose Alamo touching as you looked at each-other, eyes wide and curious.

“Y/N.” Rexs voice was soft. Softer than you had ever heard it, but it captured you all the same.

You didn’t know how he did it, but Rex had reached into a place deep inside you and brought something forth you had yet to think about. A realization in a way.

“I have so many names now that I think about it.” You whispered, almost as if he had put you in a trance. “Padawan, Knight, commander Y/L/N, Y/N— but here?” You voice grew quieter. “Here in the dark, with you? I have no name. I am just me. Entirely me.”

Both set of eyes flickered downwards and you and Rex closed the gap between you as equals. It was a shy kiss but when Rex slowly deepened it you couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that escaped you before you melted further into him. His hands were warm now and they cradled your face so delicately and beneath your palm his chest radiated heat. He was like being wrapped in pure sunlight.

He pulled back slowly after a moment, looking downward somewhat shyly. “Was that ok?”

“Everything you do is always more than ok-“ it was as if you had been put into a dazed state by his lips, your body settling against his as you sunk lower onto your mat, your head against Rex’s chest. Beneath your ear his heartbeat thumped rhythmically and for the first time that night you both felt warm.

Maybe you wouldn’t kill Anakin when you got back to base.

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slashmagpie · 5 months

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“Okay, but seriously,” Grian says, long after the session’s over, when the long night falls and the three of them are camping out in Bdubs’ bedroom because it’s the only bedroom they’ve got. (Other than the shrine, of course, but that’s outside, with the dark and the mobs, and it’d been trapped earlier, so. Probably best not to sleep there, really.) “What is it with you two and Bdubs?”

Cleo and Etho glance at each other. “What do you mean?” Etho asks, trying for light-heartedness and not quite sticking the landing. It’s not his fault his heart is doing something weird in his chest.

“You know, the whole, complimenting Bdubs thing?”

“I thought it was Etho’s task.”

“I was pretending it was my task so the yellows wouldn’t call me out.”

“Huh. Smart.”

“Thank you, Cleo! See, I can be smart sometimes.”

“Sure. Sometimes.”

“No, but—” Grian breaks off, seeming to struggle with his words. “You built him a bedroom. You didn’t build me a bedroom. You didn’t even build you guys a bedroom! I guess I’m just—I’m a little confused—”

“Well, that’s just Bdubs,” Cleo says with a wave of her hand.

“But what does that mean,” says Grian, distressed.

“It’s just—it’s—you know! It’s Bdubs!” Cleo also sounds kind of distressed, now. “He’s—you know—he’s got that weird thing with Etho.”

“Hey, don’t put this on me!” Etho cries, and now he’s distressed, too. That’s the problem with the three of them, he thinks: they’re all easily distressed. And that’s a bad thing to be, in a game like this. “You guys have a weird thing too!”

“We do not!”

“You do! He doesn’t call me Mom, you know.”

“That was—that was last season. It’s a different universe. It’s fine.”

“Uh-huh. And Third Life…?”

“You—! Well, what about Last Life, huh? What about that, Etho?”

“Hey now, that’s unfair!”

“Mhm! Maybe you’re being unfair, right now! Maybe I should get to be unfair back!”

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Grian says.

The two of them go silent. They’re not looking at each other anymore. Suddenly, Etho is grateful for his mask. He has such a terrible poker face, is the thing. If he didn’t have the mask—

“Bdubs is like a baby duck,” Cleo says.

Etho frowns. “Excuse me?”

“He’s like a baby duck,” Cleo repeats, “and he just latches onto you and starts following you around.”

“Imprints,” Etho offers.

“Yes. That. And then it’s like… well what am I gonna do? Leave the baby duck alone? To die in the cold? I may be cruel, but I’m not that cruel.”

She nods, like this explanation makes sense. It makes plenty of sense to Etho. He nods in agreement.

“He’s a grown man,” Grian says, despair in his voice.

“You just don’t get it, Grian,” Etho says.

“No, I don’t!” Grian agrees. “At this point, I’m not even sure I want to get it! I don’t have to go along with the bit anymore. I don’t have to be part of—whatever this is.”

“You don’t want to be part of our alliance anymore, Grian?” Cleo asks, something sharp in her voice.

“No, no, I didn’t say that!” Grian holds his hands up in surrender. “I want to be part of the alliance! I just—don’t want to be part of whatever’s going on with Bdubs.”

“Oh, well that’s fine,” Cleo says, relaxing back against the wall. “You don’t have to be.”

“Right,” Grian says, sounding doubtful, unsure. “And what Etho said, about the, uh…” He mumbles the word foursome so quietly it’s almost inaudible. Etho’s got good ears, though.

So does Cleo, apparently, who promptly kicks Etho in the ribs.

“Ow!”

“That’s not a thing,” Cleo says. “Very much not a thing. Ignore Etho, he’s—he—he sucks.”

“Mean to me,” Etho says, but he’s grinning beneath the mask.

“No, no, we’re besties. I’d never be mean to you.”

“Except for when you are.”

“Except for when I am, sure. But you deserve that.”

“I don’t understand you two,” Grian says with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t understand you guys at all.”

“Aww, Grian, you’ll get used to it,” Etho says.

“I don’t understand you either, so we’re even,” says Cleo, and Grian barks out a laugh.

#secret life #spoilers #fanfiction #trafficshipping #< just in case???#i don't know. i spent the entirety of cleo's episode with my jaw dropped staring at the screen speechless #what is wrong with them < my thoughts on clethubs and also the title of this ficlet in my docs #magpie feather quill

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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“Bah cawk! B-b-bah cawk!”

“Fuck off, Hunk.”

Hunk grins, continuing to flap his arms and squawk like a fool. “Somebody’s a chicken! Bah cawk!”

“I am not going to chicken out this time,” Lance says hotly. He tries to deck Hunk in the arm, hard, but unfortunately he’s currently lugging a crate out of his lion so he has to set it down before he can swing and Hunk has time to dodge.

“You are so,” Hunk taunts, shifting a safe distance away from Lance because he knows Lance and he knows Lance well, and so he knows the next thing he has coming is a swift kick to the ass. “You chickened out last night, and the night before, and the night before that —”

“I’m gonna do it this time,” Lance insists. “I am. I’m gonna make a move.”

Hunk shrugs, insufferably smug. “Sure, Loverboy.”

Any further attempt to argue with him is futile. He responds to every single thing Lance says with more chicken noises, to the point where Lance is ready to kill him for real, and then he books it when Lance’s brown eyes tip into something a little crazed.

“Get back here, you dick! Square the fuck up! You slanderer! You shithead! You three-cheeked buttface!”

Hunk cackles. “Bah-cawk! Chicken! You’re chicken!”

Lance snaps. He drops the crate, barely glancing behind him as it clatters to the ground, and starts really sprinting. Hunk, glancing behind him with a mischievous grin that drops into a look of pure fear when he realizes how fast Lance is gaining on him.

“Shiro! Allura! Somebody!” he screeches, stumbling over a rock. “Lance is trying to kill me for no reason! He’s gone insane!”

“Yeah, that’s right, you dick, you can run but you can’t run far —”

Lance finally wrenches his bayard from where it’s clipped to his belt, setting the power to the hardest stunner — painful but not lethal, because that’s what Hunk’s annoying ass deserves — and taking aim. Hunk glances behind him again right before Lance squeezes the trigger and screams at the top of his lungs.

“Coran! Help!”

“I’m gonna fucking get you —”

Biceps of steel — well, one bicep of steel — wraps around his waist, plucking him from the air kicking and yelling.

“Woah, there, Jack Nicholson. Cool it a second and remember Hunk is your best friend.”

“Hunk is my worst enemy,” Lance spits. He glares at the asshole in question, cowering behind an amused Allura, who glares right back. He has the gall to stick out his tongue, yelping when Lance lunges forward, Shiro’s admittedly strong grip the only thing holding him back.

“Don’t you two love each other or something?” Allura drawls.

“He called me a chicken!” Lance shouts. “And squawked at me! Like a four year old!”

“You are a chicken!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!��

“Am —”

Shiro shakes Lance like a rag doll. “Shut up,” he says mildly. “Use big boy words, both of you. Why is Hunk calling you a chicken?”

Lance looks away, cheeks suddenly hot. “Nothing. No reason.”

“B-bah cawk!”

Shiro quickly holds down Lance’s wrists so he can’t shoot a cackling Hunk. Lance struggles for a moment, but sags eventually under Shiro and Allura’s curious looks.

“I’m — gonna try to make a move,” he mumbles. “On Keith.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Oh,” Allura says, voice trembling. Her hand is clamped to her mouth. Lance can feel Shiro’s whole body shaking. He wrenches himself away, scowling harder.

“I hate all of you,” he snaps as the three of them collapse into giggles. “None of you have any faith in me. My friends suck. I want new ones.”

Shiro tries desperately to reign himself in. “S-sorry, kiddo, it’s just —” he can’t even finish his sentence, laughing so hard he’s hunched over. The worst part is that the sound makes Lance smile involuntarily, so he can’t even look properly scorned as he stomps off.

He runs into Coran and Pidge on his way to the clearing they’ve decided to camp in for the night. Pidge doesn’t not hesitate before dumping her armful of equipment on him — chairs, sleeping bags, pillows — and frolicking off like a nature sprite ahead of them. Lance rolls his eyes affectionately, adjusting the new load of stuff in his arms and striking up conversation with Coran. The two of them chat idly as they take their time to get to the clearing, talking about some of the cool birds they’ve been seeing flying overhead every once in a while. (They’re fuckin’ massive — Lance has been calling them pterosaurs in his head. He hopes he gets the chance to pet one.)

“You’re quiet, dear,” Coran comments. He nudges Lance’s shoulder teasingly. “For you, anyway.”

Lance huffs a laugh, nudging right back. “It’s nothing, really. Just a little nervous.”

“I see.” Coran hums. “Would those nerves have anything to do with our passionate black paladin?”

“Got me,” Lance says, grinning slightly. “I’m, uh, gonna try and make a move today. Hunk called me a chicken and I won’t stand for that.”

“That’s the only reason, of course.”

Lance laughs. “Of course, Coran. Whattaya take me for?”

Coran keeps ribbing him gently as they walk, but it’s different from everyone else’s teasing. Not that Lance really minds the other teasing, honestly. He knows they’re only joking. But Coran’s teasing only serves to make him more confident, not nervous. It reminds him of the teasing his Mamà would do, when he came to her complaining about how horrible his siblings were being. The encouraging kind of playful. It makes him smile, remembering that. He’s going to get it all again soon.

They’ve barely stepped foot into the clearing before a voice is calling out, loud and excited.

“Lance! Hi!” Keith’s smile is huge, wide and taking up his whole face. He waves Lance over, patting the chair he’s got set up next to him.

“Go on, Number Four,” Coran says, switching his armful of equipment over to one hand and scooping up Lance’s easily.

Right. Altean superstrength.

Lance grins at him again, then jogs over in Keith’s direction.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith repeats, much softer this time. “You wanna sit?”

Lance nods, slowing down to a walk. He stops barely a foot away from the foot of Keith’s chair as an idea hits him.

“Yeah,” he says coyly. He pivots slightly, facing Keith’s chair instead of the empty one next to him. He shivers exaggeratedly, rubbing his arms and saying brr (out loud, with his mouth, dear God). He takes a millisecond to steel himself and then crawls onto Keith’s chair, wedging himself next to him and wiggling around to make himself comfortable. His heart pounds, and the muffled sniggering he hears around him does his already burning face no favours. “Whew. This planet is frosty, huh? I’m cold.”

“Oh!”

Keith sounds so enlightened that for a brief, stupid second, Lance is convinced he’s gotten the hint.

But no. Of course not.

Keith scrambles out of the chair, Lance yelping as he nearly gets shoved right off it.

“I’ll build a fire!,” Keith exclaims. He looks at Lance with maybe the proudest look he’s ever seen on him.

Shiro lets out a loud, ridiculous “Ha!” and then the rest of the team — all five of them, even Coran — burst into hooting laughter.

Keith shoots them a weird look. “What’s with them?”

Lance sighs. He buries his face in his palms, something like hysterical laughter bubbling up his throat, and he barely shoves it down. “No fucking clue.”

Evidently Keith decides to drop it, patting Lance on the knee before taking off into the woods, presumably to grab some firewood.

“Oh my God,” Pidge guffaws. Shiro makes a strange sound, choking on his dramatic ass hooting. There’s a thump noise as he literally rolls off his chair and hits the ground. Hunk and Allura aren’t far behind him.

Keith spends the next varga lugging around giant logs of fallen trees, chopping them into firewood — which, Lance will admit, is most definitely a positive side to this whole shitshow. Keith might not quite have Captain America’s rippling muscles, but he’s most definitely got that ass, and Lance could watch him chop wood for days — and arranging them into a neat pile. He’s thankfully focused enough to be completely oblivious to the crew of dumbasses making endless horrible jokes and continuously cracking each other up at Lance’s misfortune.

Keith stands proudly at the frankly roaring fire when he’s finished, looking between it and Lance and smiling broadly.

“That better?” he asks.

Lance smiles, fond and exasperated all in one. “Yeah, Keith,” he says. “It’s awesome. Thank you.”

He pauses for a moment as a thought crosses his mind.

Wait a second. He might be able to turn this shit around after all.

“I’m really grateful,” Lance repeats. He scooches back into the chair and pars the space in front of him. “Come sit.”

Once again, though, the hint flies right over Keith’s head as he walks right by Lance, cuffing him on the shoulder, before sitting on the empty chair next to him.

Lance deflates. The rest of the team loses their shit.

“What is with you weirdos?” Keith demands. He looks at Lance, arms spread in confusion.

You’re such a fucking dumbass, Lance thinks. I love you so fucking much. Please use your brain.

“Who knows,” he says instead.

Keith nods. “Let’s just ignore them and enjoy the fire, huh?” He stands up, moving his chair a little closer to Lance before sitting back down. He’s silent a moment, face screwed up like it is right before he’s about to do something unbelievably stupid and reckless on a mission that he knows Lance will scream at him for.

But he doesn’t do anything stupid. Instead he reaches forward, determined once he convinces himself, and wraps his hand around Lance’s.

Lance holds his fucking breath, forcing himself as still as possible. He’s terrified that if he so much as thinks too loudly Keith might change his mind.

“Yeah,” he breathes, once he’s sure Keith isn’t going to pull away. “Let’s enjoy the fire.”

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disciple-of-owen · 6 months

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In Defence of Katara’s Immaturity

Katara is an amazing character: an empowered, three-dimensional indigenous fantasy heroine that inspired a generation of creative minds. She is the idol of millions, and rightly so.

The problem is that, when a character is admired (even rightly), certain fandom echo chambers tend to distort said character’s canon nature. Their flaws, failings, and moments of general unpleasantness are ignored or rationalised until they disappear altogether, which leads to these same echo chambers asking, “Why isn’t this character we’ve created allowed to be imperfect? It must be the fault of the characters we don’t like!”

In the case of Katara, one of the most common manifestations of this phenomenon is the ‘Momtara’ trope. In this trope, Katara is portrayed as a tragic, Cinderella-esque figure: a girl burdened with the responsibility of being her friends’ supportive mother figure. Advocates of this trope insist that Katara is the character least allowed to have faults or act her age, and that she constantly has to set aside her own wants and needs for the sake of the people around her. To this take, I have a simple rebuttal.

Horseshit.

One of the great things about Katara’s portrayal in ATLA is that she is FLAWED. She makes mistakes. She puts her friends in danger. She expresses jealousy, pettiness, selfishness, and many of the other wonderful faults that make characters rich. As evidence, I’d like to touch on a few of Katara’s less flattering moments throughout he series, along with a bit of analysis. Note, this is NOT by any means an exhaustive list.

Moment 1: The Kyoshi Warriors

God, I love how REAL this episode is when it comes to the childish disagreements that happen between young teens. When the people of Kyoshi Island begin showering Aang with gifts and adulation, he lets the attention go to his head and wastes hours showboating for a fawning audience. Katara, who had monopolised Aang’s attention up to this point, becomes increasingly jealous. This leads to the following gem of an argument between them.

“You’re not gonna stop me?”

“Nope. Have fun.”

“I will.”

“Great.”

“I know it’s great.”

“I’m glad you know!”

“I’m glad you’re glad!”

“Good!”

“Fine!”

How anyone can say Katara acted like Aang’s mom when this exchange exists is beyond me. Both of them are being ridiculous and petty and ABSOLUTELY acting their age here.

Moment 2: The Great Divide

While many people would rather forget this episode (it is by far the series’s weakest) there is a wonderful moment in the beginning during the Gaang’s camp setup. Katara tells Sokka that he should set up their tent’s rain tarp, a suggestion Sokka dismisses. It’s the dry season, he claims; work smarter, not harder! This escalates into a full-blown argument involving thrown sticks, collapsed tents, and name calling from both sides that is only resolved when Aang steps in. Once again, Katara is being immature. Once again, this immaturity is 100% consistent with her age and personality.

Moment 3: The Waterbending Scroll

I honestly don’t see how someone could argue that Katara is not incredibly irresponsible and self-centred in this episode. First, she steals a scroll from pirates, knowingly putting her group in the crosshairs of dangerous men for her own ambitions. Then, when Aang commits the crime of mastering one of its moves before her, she completely blows her stack at him (almost bringing him to tears). Finally, on top of all that, she lies about being over the scroll and then sneaks off on her own to train, leading to her, Aang, and Sokka all being captured. These are not the actions of a mom, or even a ‘mom-friend’; these are the actions of a child desperate to recover a part of their culture that was lost to colonialism. To adultify Katara robs her of this opportunity.

Moment 4: The Avatar State

Honestly, I feel like this episode (and Katara’s behaviour in it) isn’t talked about nearly enough. When Aang is offered the opportunity to end the war early by bypassing his training and mastering the Avatar State, he takes it. His position is understandable; he’s already late to the war, and wants to do whatever possible to minimise the loss of life. Katara disagrees with his decision, feeling that he should continue his training in the traditional way. The problem is that when Aang tries to explain his reasoning, she calls him a meathead and storms off. While there is nothing inherently wrong with her viewpoint, her reaction to it being challenged is childish and hurtful. Because guess what? 14 year olds are childish and hurtful sometimes. Moments like these are part of what make Katara such a believable character.

Just to reiterate, this is not at all an anti-Katara post. I love Katara. She is one of my favourite fictional characters. And it is because she is one of my favourite fictional characters that I don’t want people to reduce her to ‘the Gaang’s mom’ or a Strong Woman TM. Yes, Katara is a wonderful person; she is brave, passionate, kind, and yes, nurturing. But she is also a child, and has all the flaws, contradictions, and inconsistencies that come with that. As lovers of storytelling, we should celebrate all these facets of her character, not just pick and choose the ones that are easily digestible.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #anti momtara

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not to be extremely predictable abt the characters i ask abt but do you imagine any of the p7 are still around during or right before the future au? i know they are. Old. but i always am fond of the concept of like the old folks helping out at the camp after pn2.

Im always so very tossed up about how and If the p7 are still around during the aac timeline . But for the sake of “it would be funny if,” I will simply say they Are. (And ramble more about the thoughts ive had about a couple that might Not be and Why under a cut bc its kind of depressing)

Otto will never die and will never leave the Motherlobe much to Hollis and Truman’s dismay. The older he gets the more powerful he gets. He continues to contribute, arguably with increasing efficiency, but as each year passes he gets less and less concerned about getting caught doing things outside of the parameters of Psychonauts rules. “What are you gonna do? Fire me? Lmao” *goes back to working on his death beam that he just made because it was funny.*

I have this hc that at some point Sam makes it her mission to renovate the Lumberstack Diner as the Questionable Area? becomes more profitable over the years. And i think Compton working as a cook there would be a nice little job for him to have while in retirement. Cooking is like the one type of stress he can handle i think. Hes so so scared but in the comfort of something familiar so its less likely to cause him to start blowing things up.

Bob and Helmut deserve a nice little retirement home and I think theyre the primary residents of the Gulch (next to maybe Cassie and Compton?) They supervise (re: sometimes run into and chat with) Raz and his team who have basically taken up their own residence in the Gulch. Perks of being teammates with agent Aquato and Zanotto is that you dont have to resort to dormitories.

I’m not sure what’s up with Cassie! I don’t think she’s doing much either, probably also sticking around the Gulch. Though i think through the support of the others she at least gets Slightly more involved with the Psychonauts or going out into towns to do book signings so that she doesn’t become a complete and total recluse again.

I think Ford and Lucy are out traveling a lot while they’ve still got the time to. Making up for a whole lotta lost time n all that, giving each other time to talk and jazz. They’re not around a lot but they visit often!

Ok. And a very specific less sweet outcome for Ford and Lucy under the cut

When i run through which characters it would be like. Narratively “Best” to have passed away around the AAC timeline, my mind always immediately jumps to these two. Like obviously I think some characters would be more likely to have died before them (looking at you my friend Bob) or ones that could be more impactful in other directions (Cassie and Compton having to learn to exist without one another) but considering their last narrative experiences in Pn2 was finding each other again for the first time in years, it feels like any of those four (Bob, Helmut, Cassie, Compton) passing away would just be a disservice to prior storytelling. And Otto will never die, as I’ve said, so don’t even worry about him <3

I just think a lot about a story in which Ford and Lucy pass on before Raz can ever really reconcile any of his issues he had with either of them. A story in which he’s happy to see them getting along and traveling together, but every time they leave he holds his breath and counts down the days until they make it back and he can guarantee they’re still alive and he goes “This time, this time I’ll say something,” and then he doesn’t because how do you even bring up that conversation after all this time.

And then eventually they pass and it’s almost poetic, really, going at around the same time. But he never got to say anything to them, never got to reconcile and barely got a goodbye. And now he has to learn how to deal with that. How to deal with the fact that they’re still everywhere, in True Psychic Tales issues, on murals, on old pictures, inherently buried in the history of the psychonauts.

And i dont know. I think it’s an interesting story to explore. In a hypothetical real Psychonauts future story, you enter the story with some characters trying to question Raz about something theyre worried about that he always cuts off or dodges before you get to hear, but the lack of any mention of Ford or Lucy is so absent that it’s palpable. Stuff like that.

#psychonauts #agent aquato and co au #death mention tw #asks :0]

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Put Respect On My Name - USWNT/Reader

I will say that I due use both Christen Press and Christian Pulisic in this fic but it’s not at the same time. So when you see the spellings change know that it’s a different person and I’m not just stupid.

prompt: Pulisic!Reader is at the December camp. Reader is pissed after she watches a break down of the men’s team and its made mention that Christian’s family must be excited because its the first time a Pulisic is going to a World Cup even though the Reader went to the 2019 World Cup.

warnings: none

words: 1817

(Y/N) POV

We were sitting around the conference room with one of the laptops hooked up to the projector so we could play the program that was breaking down our men’s team that would be in Qatar. As much as I had wanted to be in Qatar for the World Cup, Christian understood why I wasn’t going to be there. After all, I could be arrested and jailed in Qatar just for being queer.

“What about Captain America? Christian Pulisic?” Alexi Lalas asked. I perked up at that. “You have to imagine that the Pulisic family is excited about this after the men failed to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. And most people were looking at Christian Pulisic for that. But also because he’s going to be the first one in the family to ever go to a World Cup.”

I clenched my fist at that. It was bad enough that I usually had to deal with my parents overlooking my achievements for Christian’s, but to have someone do it so blatantly on TV was humiliating. I ignored the looks some of my teammates sent me.

“I mean, everyone is going to be looking at Christian to lead this team,” Alexi said. I shook my head at him because I couldn’t let him get to me. “And with how Christian’s younger sister has been playing? Well, that family needs something to look forward to. I mean, (Y/N) Pulisic has been forgettable in these last three USWNT matches. Horrible last three games for her and there’s still one more game on the table. They might even lose that game and break the record for the longest USWNT losing streak. So this family must be looking forward to seeing their son in the World Cup.”

I scoffed at that. My recent performances were the last thing I needed to hear about.

“Fuck this dude.”

I looked over my shoulder at Pinoe who was sitting behind me.

“First Pulisic my ass. We’ve got a Pulisic who has won a World Cup,” Pinoe said. She reached forward and ruffled my hair. “We all have bad games every now and then. You’ll get out of this funk.”

I did stick around to see the rest of the program. I knew it would be crucial for our guys to get a win against Wales or Iran. We were obviously going to be the underdogs against England, but I couldn’t wait to see the guys play in the World Cup. It would definitely be nice to see Christian play in his first World Cup.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, don’t let what Lalas said get to you,” Christen said as I propped my phone up on the desk. “He’s just an idiot.”

“He said it for the whole country to hear. And that comment about this being the first time a Pulisic is at the World Cup?” I pointed out. I shook my head at that as I moved over to my bags. “It’s bullshit. I’m one of the best scorers in the world. I just won the Ballon d’Or this year.”

“Just make them respect you,” Tobin spoke up from the back ground. I rolled my eyes at that. “You have the skills. Just go back to your basics. Don’t try to be too complicated.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to try to live up to an older brother who hasn’t even accomplished half of what you have,” I pointed out. “I have more caps, more World Cups, and more goals and yet everyone thins Christian is better than me.”

“Look, at me, (Y/N).”

I looked up to meet Christen’s eye as I sat my gear on the bed.

“You’re a great player in your own right. You just listed out all of the accomplishments you’ve already achieved and you’re only 22,” Christen said. “You’re gonna go out there and play against Germany and you’re gonna do great. You’re gonna show people why they should respect you.”

“I just want people to remember me for what I’ve done, not because of my older brother,” I said. I sighed as I rubbed the back of my head. “Don’t I deserve that?”

“You do, (Y/N),” Tobin assured me. I shook my head cause I wasn’t sure anymore. “You really do. Just make them remember.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Tobin is right though, (Y/N). You just have to go to the basics. Don’t be too complicated,” Christen said. I sighed as I threw my gear into my practice bag. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about your own performance but rather how the team is doing. Just go out and play for the win and the rest will come to you. It always has.”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded. I knew that they were right. “I just gotta make sure we are getting the win. Hey, I gotta go. The bus leaves for practice soon. I’ll call you guys later though?”

“You can call either of us anytime, kid,” Tobin said.

I gave her a soft smile as I reached out to grab my phone before ending the call. Once I pocketed my phone, I grabbed my gear bag before heading out.

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“You know I don’t agree with what he said, right?” Christian asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

Christian had called me as soon as I had gotten out of practice. I had been tempted not to answer, but I ultimately did because he wasn’t the one I was upset with.

“Obviously I’ve got to ask you for advice on how to deal with the pressure,” Christian said.

I smiled at that. Christian had always paid attention to how people often put me down even though my career had been more impressive so far.

“Just make sure you play to the best of your ability and you just play for the win,” I told him. Christian smiled at me.

“See? You’re already giving me great advice and the World Cup hasn’t even started yet,” Christian said. I chuckled at that. “Now I just need you to train me so I can win a Ballon d’Or.”

“Try moving to a new team.”

“Oh real funny, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you asked.”

The two of us just sat on the call in silence for a moment.

“Are you sure you’re not upset with me for decided not to go to Qatar?” I asked. It was something that was still really bugging me.

“(Y/N), answer this. If the World Cup was being held somewhere that wouldn’t arrest you for loving who you love, would you go?” Christian asked.

“Yeah, you know I would.”

“Then no,” Christian shook his head. “So long as you’ll watch the games and give me feedback on them, I don’t care.”

“Okay, but if you guys go to the final, I’ll be there,” I promised. Christian looked surprised at that. “You guys might surprise a lot of people.”

“Just go out there and show them why you’re the real Captain America in our family.”

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I broke out for the run as the ball was threaded through to me. I didn’t worry about trying to be fancy today. All I was worried about helping us win tonight. Before I knew it, it was just Berger and I. Then the ball was in the back of the net.

I immediately was running toward Pinoe. She ran out to meet me too.

“I told you that you’d get out of that funk!”

I grinned at that. It was now 3-1 as my goal had came after Sophia and Mal’s goals.

Just 5 minutes after that, I had a third goal on the night. I yelled as I ran toward the corner. I turned my back to the camera and pointed at my last name before turning back around.

“Put respect on my name! And don’t forget it!”

My teammates jumped onto my back.

“(Y/N) Pulisic is back!” Alex screamed as she threw her arms around me.

I grinned at that as we moved back to get ready for Germany to kick the ball. It didn’t feel like it was much longer until the game ended with the 5-1 win for us. I was stopped for an interview after the game.

“Congratulations on the hat-trick, (Y/N),” Aly Wagner said. I grinned and nodded at that. “What was going through your head today with this game?”

“Obviously we didn’t want to be the first USWNT team to lose four games in a row. But it was more for me, but I didn’t expect a hat-trick,” I admitted. I glanced over my shoulder at my teammates when they yelled my name. I shook my head at them. “Obviously, with the men going to Qatar for the World Cup here soon, we’ve been supporting our men and brushing up on the squad details. We watched a program to break down the men’s team and I just found some of the comments very offensive to me. I just want people to put the respect I deserve on my name.”

“Will you be going to Qatar to support Christian?” Aly asked.

“Unfortunately I will not,” I said with a small shake of my head. “I really would love to, but Christian and I have talk about it. I definitely wouldn’t have made such a decision without knowing how he felt about it. It always boils down to Qatar’s stance on the LGBTQ+ as we both would rather not risk that I would be arrested for being queer. Christian knows that if it was elsewhere then I would be attending too, but I did agree to watch the games and send him my own feedback.”

“You just mentioned putting respect on your name and giving your brother feedback,” Aly said. I nodded at that. “With that respect and obviously having won a World Cup yourself, does Christian ask you for advice?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” I nodded. We both often went to each other. “Christian and I understand each other better than most siblings do. He’s the one who taught me how to play soccer, but we’ve grown up practicing and playing together. We’ve been through these journeys together. Christian was the first person I told the first time I got called up for the senior team. And I was the first person who Christian called when he got his first call up. So I think we both ask each other for advice all the time, but I would never not try to help him.”

“All right, thank you and congratulations on the win and the hat-trick, (Y/N).”

I nodded at that before taking the headset off. I grinned as I headed back to the locker room. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the post Christian had tagged me in. It was a picture of me dressed as Captain America and he was calling me his Captain America in the caption.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso

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totally-not-deacon · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday - Time for something a little different!

Tagged by @dalishthunder! Gonna tag... @singleteapot, @throughtrialbyfire, and @electricshoebox, if ya wanna.

I finally have something this week! It's... not fic, though, but a little story I'm working on for future Follower-Marasa to (drunkenly) tell the player, should they ask for one. It's still a little rough, and formatting looks a little odd rn, as I was making sure the line lengths would fit in the CK properly.

Under the cut for length!

Player: Can you tell me a story? [INN ONLY]

Oh, you want a bedtime story now? Fine, how about this? [NIGHT]

Huh, not many people want me to talk more. Well, alright then, how about this? [DAY]

You ever been to Cyrodiil in autumn? Stomped around the Great Forest to see the pretty leaves? Don’t. It’s cold, it’s wet, and it’s miserable.

So, imagine you’re me – you’ve been marching since the Dawn Era, it’s pouring rain, and you were dumb enough to drop your day’s rations in the mud.

As you can imagine, I was having the time of my life.

So we’re marching. And marching. And – you guessed it, marching. All damn day, and we don’t even find any Imperials to kill!

Then all of a sudden, like being blessed by the gods, the clouds part and our superiors finally tell us to start setting up camp.

I could’ve kissed them, I swear. Well, if I could’ve reached, that is. And if I didn’t value my life.

You think the Justiciars here in Skyrim got sticks up their asses? You haven’t seen nothing.

Anyway, we all go about setting up tents and whatnot.

Takes forever, the whole ground feels like it’s nothing but rocks with a thin layer of leaves on top. I’m telling you, place was miserable.

We knew none of us were gonna sleep comfortably, not that any of us cared at that point.

Really, you could’ve strung us up by the toes if it meant we’d get a break from officers barking out orders.

Player: Can we come back to this later? [EXIT]

Wow, alright. I’m sure we can come up with a time that’s more convenient for you.

Player: Are you going to get to the story part soon?

Okay, rude. As I was saying, before being interrupted, these weren’t just rocks under the soil. They were bricks.

We were setting up camp on top of some old town, or something. Wasn’t on our maps, so it must’ve been gone a while.

Lots of places got wiped out by the Oblivion Crisis, so it was probably just one of those, right?

Still didn’t stop a few of us trying to scare the new recruits making up ghost stories about the place, haha.

One of em swore up and down, he knew the name of the place. I can’t remember what he said, though.

Something about dirt, I think? I have no idea. Guy probably took one too many blows from a warhammer to the skull.

As luck would have it, I found what seemed like the one flat spot in the entire clearing. The second my canvas was up, I was out.

Surely I’d sleep straight through the night, right?

Wrong.

Player: Was it the Imperials?

Was it the – who is telling the story? Huh?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Hmph.

So I wake up all of a sudden, cold sweat and all. It’s still dark out, almost dead silent, but I knew something was up.

It felt like there were eyes on me, from – from every direction. I’m thinking we’re about to be ambushed, but I can’t even reach for my sword.

In fact, I can’t move at all. It was like I’d been paralyzed, but this was no spell. At least, I don’t think it was.

So I’m stuck there, waiting for what must be the Imperials about to storm from the treeline at any moment.

But that’s when I hear it…

Whispering.

At first, I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It felt close, really close, but I still couldn’t make out the words.

It didn’t sound like it was coming from outside the tent, or even gods forbid, in the tent, but… beneath it.

Player: Now I know you’re making this up. [1]

Look, I know how it sounds, but for once I’m not messing with you!

Player: How much did you have to drink that night? [2]

Dead sober, sadly. We were all still pretending to have some level of decorum within earshot of the officers.

Player: Then what happened? [3]

Finally, someone actually listening for once!

… [cont.]

As you could guess, I didn’t do much sleeping that night. I was already packed by the time the sun started to rise.

Couple of the others were up as well. I think we could all tell, none of us had to say it.

Weird thing was, we were all spread out through the camp, but somehow we all heard the same thing.

Once we were about to move out again, I look back to where my tent was to make sure I got everything.

That’s when I see one of the new recruits walking my way. And then… I didn’t.

Guy was gone. Apparently fell through some rotten boards and down an old well. Right where my tent had been all night.

Someone threw a torch down, trying to see how far down he was, but…

It never seemed to reach the bottom.

#wip wednesday #tes #skyrim #oc marasa #marasa mosshollow #yes she's a chatty drunk and no she won't apologize for it

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charleecat-bat · 6 months

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"So, what's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? What happened?"

Tiberius' Story- Summer Camp Sighting

Okay. I haven’t really spoken about this to anyone but, what’s a better time to finally get it off my chest better than now, right?

I just hope no one gives me shit for this story. I’m not trying to fake nothin' for attention or exaggerate and all that bullshit. This happened.

I was around like... 9? 10 years old? I wasn’t TOO young, but not a tween yet, pre-pubescent. Anyway. My parents had decided to sign me up for Summer Camp. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be into the whole thing, but my gramps had signed my dad up as a kid, and while he hated it at first, he wound up loving it and going back to it for years. So I guess my old man hoped the same would happen for me.

If only it turned out that way...

I’m embarrassed to say, but… I wasn’t as popular as I wished I was as a kid. I was picked on a lot for a lot of bullshit reasons. Especially to do with stuff I couldn’t help, like my fur colour or how small I was. I hated it. I was a huge target for a lot of the big kids. And for those asking ‘What about the counsellors?’ Well, you know those typical teenager-20-year-old counsellors in horror movies? That were less focused on the kids and more on smoking, drinking and putting their tongues down each other's throats? Yeah, those were the type of counsellors I had, and the few decent ones- well, just didn’t really do much to help me.

What made it worse was that despite this, I was so desperate to seem cool to most of the kids. I did a lot of shit that wound up just making me look stupid or getting me hurt. Kids can be fucking cruel.

Anyway, not important.

It was evening time and just about everyone was sat around a giant bonfire, just doing their own thing. Honestly, due to how most of the counsellors were focused on themselves, I'm shocked that I don’t remember a lot of the kids sneaking off. Maybe they did. Wouldn't surprise me. I don’t remember quite what happened at this point, but a bunch of the little shit ‘cool kids’ that I wanted to be friends with so had just finished doing another hazing ritual to me. I even don’t remember what it was, but I do know it was embarrassing and upsetting enough to make me come up with some excuse to leave.

(imagine illustrated by @btm-txt)

I remember announcing that I was gonna ditch this place and go into the woods alone, and as a plus for me at the time, a lot of the kids thought that was ballsy since it was getting dark and not really recommended for any of us to be out there after dark. Didn't stop me, though, and probably didn't stop other kids doing it either. I didn’t care, though. I just wanted to go somewhere to cry alone without being picked on anymore. As pathetic as it sounds, this wasn’t the first time I came to the woods to cry. In fact, I was caught doing it once, but that just made me go deeper into the woods to avoid getting seen by the other kids.

I was trying really hard to like it there, but I didn’t. I hated it. I hated it SO much. I wanted to go home so bad. So, out of my embarrassment and homesickness, I just started to bawl my eyes out. I must’ve sat there crying for a good 10 minutes maybe, until a sound made me go quiet.

SNAP

The break of a stick.

I immediately sat there in dead silence as I quietly began looking around. Now, my first thought would’ve been it was more kids that found me, but you know as much as I do, kids aren’t that sneaky. You’d be hearing giggling and a lot of movement. Hell, a lot of kids I knew at that camp would’ve just barged through to laugh at me, not hide from me. And if it were a counsellor, they’d immediately be approaching me, not hiding either. So… the idea that someone was trying to sneak up on me was already really fucking creepy.

I didn’t see anything for a bit, no matter where i looked there was just nothing around me except more woods.

Until I turned my head towards another crack of a branch. This time it was closer and louder. I quickly turned, and I saw this... figure. This tall, lingering figure; just standing between the trees in the darkness. it was hunched over, and its arms were long and dangly. It just… wasn’t normal. The one thing I could see clearly were its eyes. At least I think they were. These small white glowing orbs just staring at me.

(Illustrated by @btm-txt)

You know those times when you’re so scared you just can’t move? That’s what happened. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run but I just couldn’t. I was frozen I just stared at…whatever this fucking thing was.

I don’t know how long i was locked in a staring match with the thing for. But eventually, it just vanished from my sight. I don’t know where the hell it went, but as soon as it left. I booked it.

I just ran in a random direction into the woods, which looking back now, was a dumbass move; I dunno why I didn’t go back to the camp, but I guess I just wasn’t thinking. I was just a scared kid who wanted to get away from whatever I saw. After running out of breath and hiding under a fallen tree, I just curled up, trying to catch my breath and calm down. That wasn’t easy, considering I was JUST crying, holding my breath in fear and THEN ran for it. So I may as well have sounded like an asthmatic. Eventually, my breathing calmed down, but I just stayed in that spot. I was too scared to move as you could expect. The woods were eerily quiet except for a few of the typical noises but that didn’t make me feel better. The coldness began to get to me, too, so now I was shaking both out of fear and the cold.

(Illustrated by @starlitskvader)

“Tiberius?”. I heard someone call my name, I looked up and around but still didn’t see anyone. “Tiberius? Where are you?”. I heard it again; this time the voice was clearer… it was my dad's. My dad’s voice. I had no idea how it was possible but my kid brain didn’t care. I was happy, and I crawled out of my hiding place immediately. I started calling out for him. “Dad?! Dad?! Where are you?” “Come here, Tiberius. I can’t find you”, the voice spoke out again in a weirdly calm tone. If I wasn’t in such a stressful situation, I maybe would’ve picked up on the strange way my dad was talking, but like I said, I didn’t care at the time. I was just relieved that my dad was here and thinking I was gonna finally get out of there and go home. I started going through the woods, following the voice that sounded like my dad but my excitement started slowing down and it started to hit me. The more closer I got to the voice, the more I realised it sounded... off. The strange calmness was still not a warning sign for me, but what was is that the voice just sounded so… shaky? Fake? It sounded like my dad but something about it just didn’t FEEL like it was from him. More like someone trying to do an impression of him, but how was that possible? He was back on the island, ages away from here. No one here would possibly know what he sounded like except for maybe one or two counsellors but that was way too much of a longshot. Why would some counsellor be doing an impression anyway, it made no sense...

I soon stopped when I saw a figure again, the dark outline approached slowly and as it got closer it started to look like my dad. I smiled but… something felt wrong, really wrong. Something in my gut was screaming at me that I needed to run, but I didn’t know why. It was my dad; it had to be, I thought. The figure of my dad stopped, I could see some of the details, the salmon pink fur, the long curled spines, even the clothes, the hiking boots, and all the gear he wears on him. It had to be him, It was uncanny!

But something still felt wrong... “Hello, son. Come here, let's go home”, it stretched it's arms out. My smile vanished… now that I was right there, I really picked up how weird his voice was… something was really wrong with it. ‘Till this day i still can’t pick up on how it was exactly. You just kinda had to be there to know. You could just tell it wasn’t right, and listening to it made you feel like something was crawling up your spine. I didn’t move. “Tiberius? What’s wrong?” it spoke, taking a step forward. I started to notice this-this thing. Its arms were way too long for the body, and 'my dad's hair was starting to move, almost like tentacles or some shit... I couldn't understand what I was seeing.

(Illustrated by @starlitskvader) Stupidly, I spoke up out of nervousness. “W-...who are you?”. “It’s me, son. Come here, give me a hug”. The long arms stretched out even further and closer to me and the figure took a few steps forward, coming completely out of the darkness of the trees showing its face… it was not my father. That face. I don’t know if I could begin to describe it. The smile was huge and unnatural, going all the way to the cheeks, full of uneven teeth that made me think of a fucked-up shark. Rows upon rows of these janked up teeth. The eyes were open wider than I thought possible, the pupils tiny and barely visible. Staring into my fucking soul. And to this day the gaze of this thing, pretending to be my father, has haunted me.

“Come here, son. Come to me”, it spoke as it started approaching me. The voice fell apart and sounded more unnatural. It started moving with a strange twitch and making these strange sounds. After being frozen in utter fear this entire time, my legs finally moved, and I booked it. Just running back as fast as my little legs could take me. The entire time, I could hear a slurry of noises. The best I can describe them was like a bunch of demonic feral sounds, along with fast, savage movement coming after me from behind. I knew it was chasing me; whatever this thing was, it wanted me. I had no idea what it wanted to do with me, but I knew it’d probably result in me being fucking dead.

I only looked behind me once… and the image of this thing, still trying to appear like my father, running around like a fucking animal. Running on all four of its distorted limbs and it's fucked up face looking up at me. It was at this point I started screaming my lungs out in terror; I didn’t even care if I was crying anymore. That was the least of my worries.

When I finally got out of the woods, I scrambled my way to whatever was closest, which was the stairs to a cabin, I think. I don’t remember how many people approached me at first, but i remember hearing a lot of voices, and eventually, a bunch of counsellors came running over, trying to calm me down. I was screaming, crying and thrashing around for ages. Not even the little shit kids were laughing; everyone was wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. It took me ages to finally calm down enough, but even then, I just couldn’t explain. I tried to, but it came out as nonsense. I was a scared kid who saw something that was worse than any horror movie I’d heard of at the time.

Eventually, the adults kinda gave up on trying to get an explanation from me after they kept asking me to ‘stop lying’ or to ‘make some sense’, but I wasn’t. They just assumed I'd get over it after that night or so and I'd be fine.

I was the furthest from it. That night I didn’t get a wink of sleep. I laid awake, shaking and hiding underneath the covers. I don’t remember speaking much, if at all, after that. I just shut down. I didn't do any of the activities. I barely ate. I was practically a shell of a person. I didn’t know how to process what the fuck I just saw.

(Illustrated by @btm-txt) After a few days. Yes. I know. DAYS. My family was finally called, and the counsellors told me my dad was coming to get me ASAP. I couldn’t even be happy about it. I think at that point they just made sure to have a counsellor with me at all times. Dunno what for exactly, since I wasn’t really doing anything and it's not like them being around made any difference to begin with. I guess I just made them super fucking worried. When my dad got here, with my mom and grandpa, they all rushed towards me. My dad quickly hugged me and picked me up, but I don’t even remember reacting much other than curling up a little into him. Meanwhile, my mom and grandpa went from fussing over me to yelling at the counsellors at the blink of an eye. They were furious. I don't remember what went on with that conversation but I could only imagine what went on.

(illustrated by @btm-txt)

I didn’t hear much else about what they talked about, as my dad just put me in the car with my things already packed. He sat in the back with me on the drive home, just holding me as I laid my head against him. When we got home. My family, mostly my grandpa, wound up suing that summer camp over what happened to me and not helping me much at all during the whole time and not even seeing me go into the woods at all. The camp wound up being charged with gross negligence and closed down not long after. I don’t even think I said anything on the drive home or when I got home. I don’t remember when I started talking again, but I didn’t talk about this that’s for sure. It was hard though, I had nightmares and apparently night terrors for weeks, I’d apparently wake up screaming and when my parents would come to comfort me, I’d fall back asleep and not remember the next morning. Speaking of no memory, I actually didn’t remember this for a long time. I guess I tried so hard to forget most of this nightmare that I eventually did. Well, most of it. I still remembered two things. One. I always unconsciously remembered something bad happening to me in the woods, so it made me permanently uncomfortable with the idea of going into any woods, forests or any of that shit. To the point I was even terrified of letting my daughter go camping with my dad. I couldn’t even give an explanation as to why I just said I didn’t like it but I didn't stop them. I just made it painfully I didn't like it. I'm not surprised if my Dad was a little disappointed at how much I grew to hate the forest. I know he loves the outdoors and camping, and I knew he was really sad he couldn't share that with me I could see it with my daughter too, how she'd beg me to take her camping to let her try it and I just refused At least they had each other. I always felt bad that I was so against any sort of activity to do with the woods without even having a proper reason for them…until now at least. They never held it against me though, and I'm grateful for that.

And two, even after all of that… I had never forgotten that face. I think after a few years, I thought it was some messed up dream, but it’s imprinted itself into my brain. That horrible fucking face.

Now that this is fresh in my memory, I actually decided to look up stuff on the area of that camp and that forest… and it turns out. Some weird shit has happened in those woods at night. A lot of people have had stories Stemming from being stalked by an unseen pursuer, being chased by a weird animal, or even like me, having some… thing… look like someone they know approach them and talk to them. After doing more research, a few people think that it’s not a paranormal occurrence or some weird spirit or demon doing this. Instead, these people believe it’s a shapeshifting creature; it goes by many names, but it all means the same. It takes the form of animals and people in order to lure people toward it so it can kill and eat them and or then take their place as their doppelganger.

I don’t believe that entirely, but… I know for sure now that something definitely happened to me in those woods. It wasn’t just a nightmare or a fucked up scenario I imagined. It was real. I honestly don’t know what scenario is worse, if it actually was a dangerous person after me that went way too far, if it was something paranormal or… if there really was a creature in there. Something dangerous. Sometimes, I wonder if… despite all of these years, it’s still there. In the woods. Waiting to lure another person… Not like I’m ever gonna find out for myself, though. I am never EVER going back there. Never.

If you read this far. Thank you and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

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incorrecttowerofgodquotes · 1 year

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Gundam: The Witch from Mercury Season 2 Episode 3 Review

- i am not okay

- Watching Nika get beat up was horrible. While I understand Norea’s grief, she’s directing it at the wrong person. She hasn’t even realized that it was Shaddiq and her own actions that led to the camp being attacked, not Nika’s. Nika and Norea have opposing view points, Nika believes violence is wrong while Norea thinks violence is the only way. It’s two sets of extremes that do nothing but drag on conflict. Chuchu, funnily enough, is the more healthy middle ground. Ready to take action against injustice, but also willing to throw aside personal grudges and protect others.

- Honestly wondering where Norea will go from here. I still think she’ll bond with El5n, but I’m starting to question whether she’ll be able to break out of her revenge-driven mindset or if she’ll just become another casualty

- Shaddiq is revealed to be Earthian, half at least, to almost no one’s surprise. His plan of “give the weapons to the right people” is so fucking stupid. Earth is already extremely unstable, and making them weapon manufacturers will just make it worst. Once the Earthians lose the Spacians as enemies (but they’ll never truly be lost) then they’ll just turn on each other because there’s nowhere else for all that hate and instability to go to. Instead, Shaddiq should be using the billions the Benerit Group holds to enter a mutually beneficial relationship with Earth and build the infrastructure and support needed.

- Also wondering why his harem keeps following him around. Are they Earthians too? Or does he just have so much rizz that they can overlook murder?

- Finally, because I can’t keep pushing it off, let’s travel to Earth (in a space elevator that exists apparently)

- Olcott was someone I thought would just be a named mook, but in one episode I already love him. The backstory about him being a Domnicus pilot who later defected to Earth after losing his family is definitely meant to mirror Guel’s character. Even if he tries to act like he’s burned away all his attachments, he still watches over the kids, Guel included, and makes it his duty to protect them. I don’t see him living to the end, but I hope he becomes a nice mentor figure to Guel. Also I bet there’s gonna be a fight between him and Kenanji.

- Guel… My son… My light… My love… You are locked in a toilet. What a shitty situation

- My son has hit absolute rock bottom and yet the show writers handed him a pickaxe and forced him to keep digging. Seeing him just lose the will to live was heartbreaking, but what was even more gut wrenching was seeing him immediately start reacting the moment he heard about the troubles the Jeturk company was facing. He already lost his dad, the most important person in his life, but he still has the rest of his family. Lauda, Felsi, Petra, and the rest of the Jeturk house are all his family, and he doesn’t want to lose them anymore

- The moments with Guel after the school collapses however are truly the best in the series though. It’s a bit of a freeze frame, but you can seem him move to protect the children when the roof is collapsing. And when Seethia, the little girl who yelled at him to die and give her back her father, starts crying for her papa, he gains the will to love again and moves to save her from her grim fate.

- He takes flight in a beat up suit, looking for anywhere to keep this little girl, someone who reminds him so much of himself, from dying. Bathed in dawn’s light, he moves forward to protect an innocent soul who had already lost so much. But he was too late. That young life died in his arms, and all he can do for her now is dig a grave and lay her to rest. The innocent child inside Guel has died, but as the sun rises over the horizon, he does too. Ready to protect what’s dearest to him now. Vowing to never lose anyone ever again. And god damn it I’m crying

- I don’t know exactly where Guel will go now. I want him to stick with Dawn of Fold for a while, but his ultimate goal is to return to his family in space. However, will he seek revenge? Shaddiq, the one responsible for causing him so much pain, is still alive, but will Guel let himself be consumed by the fires of revenge like Norea or will he move past it? Whether he ends up killing Shaddiq or forgiving him, I will be on his side to the very end.

- Now back to space through the magic elevator

- Shout out to Rajah for being one of the few adults to give sound advice. There definitely seems to be a difference between the adults who use children for their own gain (Vim, Peil, and Prospera) versus those who want to support the children and let them become the new leaders (Rajah, Belmeria, and the pilot lady)

- Learning about more about the actions Delling has taken really deepens his character, and turns his speech in the Prologue from empty words to a promise he holds resolutely within himself. He believes war will never end, and so he instead sets out to create his own wars and keep them to a limited sphere. But also he’s done is build up resentment.

- I’m kinda sus of Miorine’s mom now. Maybe she’s the real witch we’ve been looking for? There’s a lot of fucked up shit in the floral kingdom, and the one that I’m going with is fungal takeover. Im not dropping my hivemind theory. EVERYONE WILL BE FAMILY WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT!

- Now Miorine has to choose for herself. Will she follow after her mother like Suletta? Or will she become her own self?

Next episode might be Prospera and Eri backstory, and I’m not gonna be ready for it. Can I have a glimpse of my Earth House babies or El5n to fill my stomach instead?

Also RIP Philip. Gone too soon.

#gundam witch from mercury #gundam #g witch #guel jeturk

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caffeine-clouds · 1 year

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Tis the Sonknux oneshot ya'll ordered - read on Ao3 or read below! :)

“The tent’s set up, so I think now all we need is some sticks so we can make a fire.” Knuckles told Sonic, leaves crunching beneath his feet as he made his way over to the hedgehog.

“Say no more!” Sonic grinned, dashing away.

Knuckles made the mistake of turning around to head within the tent to grab something while he waited, but Sonic reappeared again as quickly as he disappeared. “For yours truly!” Sonic held out the pile, an undeniable smugness twinkling in his eyes.

Knuckles rolled his eyes in amusement. “Whatever. Do you ever take your time with anything?”

Sonic blinked with a genuine bewilderment. “Dude, do you even know who I am?” He asked.

“Well- Yeah, fair point.” Knuckles huffed a little impatiently. “But aren’t you ever worried you’ll miss something?”

“Like what?” Sonic tilted his head.

“Like the world around you – I don’t know, on Angel Island I always take long and slow hikes throughout its biomes, and I find something new every time.” Knuckles pointed out.

“I mean, we’ve spent all day slowly walking, Knux.” The hedgehog reminded him. “But believe it or not – some days I also enjoy stopping and looking at all the scenery, it’s good to do when you need some alone time – at least I think so.” Sonic shrugged.

“I suppose that’s true.” Knuckles acknowledged, only to have Sonic disappear abruptly again.

He returned with several food items in his hand, grinning widely. “But either way – who’s got time for being slow when they’re hungry?” Sonic asked. “I’ve got the buns, got the glizzies, and I’ve got the chilli!”

Knuckles glanced over Sonic’s offering, and his face twisted with apprehension and slight disdain. “I was hoping to get you away from… processed foods and teach you how to scavenge…”

“We’ve got plenty of other nights for all that!” Sonic waved away his concerns. “Besides, tonight marks the first night of our camping trip – so it’s only right if we eat something a bit more special.”

When Knuckles still looked unconvinced, Sonic made his largest, widest puppy-dog eyes he could manage. “Pleeease?”

Knuckles tried to remain unwavering, but Sonic’s shimmering and adorable eyes broke the echidna down quickly. Knuckles pursed his lips. “Fine.” He grumbled, folding his arms and looking to the side.

“Woohoo!” Sonic pumped the air in excitement. “These are going to be the best chilidogs of your life, Knux – I can promise you that!”

Sonic was only right because Knuckles didn’t have much to compare them to. Knuckles had a preference for natural foods and wasn’t on the surface often, meaning he’d only ever tried those made by Sonic – and he always lathered them in far too much chilli.

Here, Knuckles had been able to assemble them to his liking – and meat always tasted better when it was cooked over an open fire anyway.

“Phew!” Sonic let out, sitting on the ground beside Knuckles in front of the fire. “I’m gonna be sleeping good tonight!”

“I’d sure hope so, you ate far more than me…” Knuckles told him with his own grin.

“It wouldn’t be good to waste any of our food!” Sonic made an excuse that he was sticking to.

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” Knuckles wasn’t about to argue – instead, he found his gaze drifting upwards towards the dark navy blue sky. There weren’t many stars in the sky – but the ones there shone dazzlingly bright.

The flames crackled softly, filling the silence.

The hedgehog shuffled wordlessly across the ground, bringing him closer to Knuckles to the point where their arms threatened to touch. The echidna could feel his presence, and found his muscles tensing with nerves.

He hated how Sonic always had that effect on him.

The more that time passed though, the comfier his nerves felt to sit with– perhaps he was just getting used to them. Knuckles looked towards the hedgehog and felt a warmth rise within his chest.

“Hey, Sonic?”

“Hm?”

“I’m… really thankful you decided to come out with me on this trip.”

Sonic leaned over, resting his head on top of Knuckles’ shoulder. The echidna’s widened drastically as a million thoughts rushed through his head like a tidal wave.

Oh God, what is he doing? Why is he touching me? Should I move? Should I just sit still? Does he even know what he’s doing?

“No need to thank me, Knux. You know I’m always up for an adventure.” Sonic pointed out with a smile, his eyes closing.

Knuckles gulped, his heartbeat beginning to quicken.

“Can I be honest with you?” Knuckles asked.

“Well, I hope you wouldn’t be lying to me, Knuckles.” Sonic replied with a quiet snicker.

Knuckles pouted. “Don’t make this hard for me!”

“Alright, alright-” Sonic surrendered, still laughing.

Knuckles let out a long sigh, not even sure how Sonic would take his words. Would he think it as weird, or too sappy?

“I’ve spent most of my life alone, and while I enjoy solitude… it’s become harder in recent years to spend long periods on Angel Island all on my own.” Knuckles confessed. “I think it might have to do with finally getting to know what I was missing out on. The lives you all lead below… I envy it.”

Sonic opened one of his eyes. “I don’t think there’s any shame in that.” He said, still so relaxed – as though Knuckles pouring out his insecurities meant nothing to him.

“Yeah… I guess you could say I’ve been a bit lonely, that’s all. So, I’m glad you decided to come with me on my travels. I want to explore the world, but I’m finding it even better that I get to do it with a friend.”

“You know, seeing your softer side is funny.” Sonic remarked simply, causing Knuckles to stare down at him. “Does it come out more when you’re sleepy?”

“I-” Knuckles stuttered in confusion. “I don’t know-?”

“It’s cute though.” It took just one simple statement from Sonic to turn the echidna’s face bright red. “Wish you’d show it a bit more often.”

“H-huh?” Words were alluding him.

“Look, Knux – you like to hide your feelings a lot, but thing is – I’ve known you for a long time, I can read you like a book – I know you’ve been lonely, and as a friend – I’ve been trying to do everything to make sure that you feel a bit happier, you know?”

Knuckles’ eyes shifted away. “I… hope you didn’t just admit that you’re hanging out with me out of pity-”

“Nah, you know I wouldn’t bother with that – if I don’t like someone, I tell ‘em. No room for debate.”

“If you’re certain…” Knuckles said, still unsure. “The last thing I do want to do is be a burden.”

It was Sonic’s turn to roll his eyes. “Knux, do I need to show you how much I care about you? Do you need a live demonstration?”

“Uhhh, what do you even mean by that?” Knuckles asked, his brow furrowing.

Sonic slowly lifted his head up from Knuckles’ shoulder, eyeing him with a concentrated gaze. They locked eyes, and for a moment – he forgot to think, purely transfixed by the hedgehog’s emerald eyes.

Before Knuckles knew it, Sonic closed his eyes and leaned forward – gently planting a kiss on the echidna’s cheek that fluttered against his skin like gentle caress. Sonic’s lips were unimaginably soft, like a cotton pillow – and Knuckles was most certainly convinced he had to be dreaming.

Sonic’s breath was cold as he pulled away, undoubtedly due to the cold night air – and it was at that moment that the situation truly sunk in for the echidna.

Knuckles yelped aloud, and it was high-pitched – he sharply turned his whole body away as he covered his bright red face with his two hands.

The hedgehog certainly hadn’t expected that reaction. “Uh, you uh – you okay, Knux?”

Knuckles heart pounded loudly like a drum, and he could feel each pump within his chest. “I… I think I’m having a heart attack-” Knuckles choked out.

Sonic thought for a moment. “Well, I suppose I wouldn’t mind doing mouth-to-mouth if you needed it.” The hedgehog smirked.

Knuckles squeaked, trying to bury his face further into his hands despite it being impossible to hide himself more.

Chuckling, Sonic placed a hand on Knuckles’ shoulder and rubbed it. “Come on, Knux – I’m not that bad of a kisser, am I?”

“Of course, you’re not!” Knuckles exclaimed; his voice muffled. “B-But I don’t get it, that wasn’t like – that wasn’t intended romantically, right?”

Sonic blinked. “Totally platonic – just kissing a homie goodnight, you know how it is.” Sonic replied sarcastically.

“Oh, okay…” Knuckles sighed with some relief, but his disappointment was also evident by the way his voice lowered.

“Heh, you’re a knucklehead – you know that, right?” Sonic told him fondly. “I’d love to talk more about the status of our relationship but I’m worried you’ll genuinely have a heart attack… So how about we call it a night, yeah?”

“Th-that’s fine-”

“Cool. Now, I was actually thinking that I might want to sleep under the stars tonight, rather than the tent – what about you?” Sonic asked him.

Knuckles’ mind was somewhere else entirely, but he did manage to show his face again – even if it was still the same shade as his fur. “S-sure.”

Sonic smirked mischievously. “Is that because you want to cuddle with me tonight~?”

The echidna hid his face right away again, shaking his head rapidly. “Why do you do this to me?!” He whined.

Sonic chuckled heartily, standing up and looking down on him. “It’s funny.” He admitted honestly. “And your reactions are adorable. But for now, I think you need some time to recover. I’ll grab some blankets from the tent.” Sonic told him, turning around and making his way inside.

Once the area around him was silent, he set his arms down at his sides and his heartbeat began to finally slow. The night had suddenly turned into a complete whirlwind – and he wasn’t about to forget it any time soon.

He’d just been kissed by the most important guy in his life… how was he ever supposed to recover from this?

#sonknuckles #sonknux #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #sonic fanfiction #sonic oneshot #fluff #sonuckles

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If it's alright, could I request a Camp Camp fic? Lee!Max and Ler!David, maybe Max is being a bigger shit than usual, and David gets fed up?

Ticklish Max

A/N: AGH!! You are an angle sent from above!!!! I can’t believe I got an ask to do Camp Camp! I won’t let you down.

Summary: Max is being a little shit to the rest of the campers, until David puts him in his place.

“Oh, come ON! What the fuck are you doing, Houdini? Even tweedle me sticks over there,” Max yelled while point at Nerris, “got you beat on the magic scale, and all she’s capable of is winning quests.”

“I’m trying my best here-“ Harrison got interrupted by Nerris laughing.

“Hahahaha! He said I’m better at magic than yo-“

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, Nerris, you practically beg people to join your quests, when Harrison just has to shoot a rabbit out of a hat for people to be interested.”

“Ha!” The magician laughed at his shorter rival, just agging on the beast until she breaks… and she did.

“What are you staring at, Space kid?!” Max turned around to be facing a boy with a helmet on. Which only made him run away and cry.

“Oh, and Preston~. Don’t think I didn’t notice your terrible acting skills. We’re you trying to direct Romeo and Juliet, or your love life. Pick a new skit, Shakespeare.”

“I don’t like how-“ Preston was interrupted by Max focusing his attention to Nurf.

“Nurf, I wouldn’t be the one fighting kids, when I’m named after a toy gun. Does Nerf guns ring a bell?”

“Why you little-“

“What the fuck were you trying to do on that ramp? Skateboard? Or surf?! What was your arms doing? Why were they flailing around like that?”

“Dude, what’s your damage?” Ered leaned on her skateboard.

“I think Max is on his man period.” Niki whispered to Neil.

That brought the attention to Max, “I don’t want to here shit from you, when everybody calls you ‘girl version of Neil’!”

“Woah, Max.” Neil backed up his best friend, “I thought we were your best friends, why u gotta target Niki?”

“Shut it, Neil. I was gonna come after you next, but your whole ‘science fest’ already beat me to it.”

“Ok, Max, maybe you should take a deep breath, and-“ David rubbed Max’s shoulders, just to be interrupted by him.

“No, David! I don’t need your shitty counseling, I’m perfectly ok by myself.”

Then David remembered something he enjoys and Max hates… tickling. He especially hates it when he gets tickled in front of people, so maybe this will be a life lesson learned. Only one way to find out, David bent down to Max’s level, and squeezed both his sides once as a warning tickle.

“GaH!!! David! Would you fucking quit with the tickling?! You know how much I hate it!!!” Then Max quickly shut himself up as he realized he was yelling because he could hear silent sniggering coming from behind him. “What the hell do you guys want?!”

“Yohou’re ticklish?” Neil laughed.

“Oh, don’t start with this bullshit, you people are just as ticklish as me!”

“No they aren’t, Max~ Remember the time-“

“That’s enough, David! I’m going back to my tent!” As Max tried to walk away, he was stopped by David. “WHAT!”

“I think we need to turn that frown upside down! What do you guys think?” David asked the campers, and they obviously agreed. I would too, honestly.

David pinned his 10 year old body to the ground, and he’s not giving up the fight. “GWEN!! Would you help me?!”

“Sorry, Max. You brought this upon yourself, now I’m gonna finish reading my reptilian romance. Oohoho~”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!” Max began to shake violently when David’s long fingers wriggled down, grazing his clothed stomach. Max looked down, only to bring his head back up, with anxiety giggles. “SHIHIHIT, DAVID!! Stop, this is so embarrassing!!!”

“How else will you learn your lesson?”

“Let’s reconsider on that stupid counseling gig you asked me to join. Anything but this!! Please!!”

“Woah… did Max just say please? This is great, David.” Niki jumped up and down.

“No, this is NOT great!!!! GaH! Stahhap, David! I’m not joking!!” Max giggled out when David squeezed up and down his sides to his ribs. Max didn’t let this slide, for he kept randomly punching the air around him, trying to knock off his attacker’s hands. “DaVID!!”

“What, Maxwell? Can’t finish what you dished up? Don’t like getting ti-ti-tickled?~” David raised Max’s hoodie, and skittered his blunt nails on the latter’s torso. God it tickled for the lee.

“Dahahahavid!! Stahahahap!!” Max started kicking his legs, not really getting far since he had a whole pound elephant (in Max’s POV) on top of his waist. David had the upper hand in this situation, and Max didn’t like it.

Niki. “Wow, Max, you’re so ticklish!”

Neil. “Hahaha, yeah. Hahaha!”

Nurf. “Now I know what I can use against Max when he pisses me off.”

Ered. “Ha! Look who’s flailing their arms now.”

Preston. ‘Omgomgomgomg, he’s so cute~’ (not a ship)!

Harrison. “Umm… Should I be here for this?”

Nerris. “Oooo~”

Space Kid. “Guess you’ll learn your lesson now.”

“Alright! I’ve lehehearned my lehehehsson!! Dahahahvid, Stahahhap, cut it ohohout!” Max couldn’t really move his arms any more because David had them currently pinned to the ground.

David continued to trace lines on Max’s exposed stomach, making him giggle and squirm. Of course, nothing too major that’ll get him to laugh by traces to his poor belly. David won’t stop until he finds the spot that’ll make him lose it, he already knows the spot because he always tickles the poor boy. David used his free hand and scratched inside of Max’s navel. He jolted up wards, and barked out a laugh. “DAhahhahaVID!! DAVID!! STAHAHAHAP!! STOP IT, YOU BAHAH-BAHAHAHS-BASTARD!!” He gritted his teeth, trying to stop any more embarrassing laughs to explicit out of his mouth, but that became inevitable when David moved his hand under Max’s hoodie towards his bare armpit, and traced up and down, teasingly and slowly. “NOHOHOHO!! NOT THERE!!” Max had a voice crack, which was humiliating on his part, but to everyone else they started laughing at it.

“Ohohohokay, okay, David, stahahahp! STOP!!”

“Not until I show these lovely audience where your weak spot is~ yk, there~?” David gave a quick squeeze to Max’s knee, and continued his assault on his neck.

“GaH! NO!! Plehehehase!! David, let. Me. GO!!” Max began to struggle, about to lose hope bc he was so inferior to him.

David then brought one of his hands down and rapidly squeezed his knee. This… this was torture.

“DAHAHAHHAHAVID!! AHAHAHAHAHHAHA ST- AHAHAHAHAGHA!! PLEASE, GAH!!” Max became a wheezy mess on the floor, and his laughter went on death row as he became more loud and vulnerable. Niki and Neil, still being Max’s best friends, went to check up on him because they didn’t want him dieing.

“Ummm, David? I think it’s time to stop… Max looks like he’s about to die.”

“No he’s not, Neil. He’s perfectly ok. See? He’s laughing therefore he enjoys it.”

“IHIHIHI DON’T ENJOY SHIHIHIT!!” Max started crying… yes, crying. He turned his head away from his peers, trying to wipe his eyes on his shoulder with David still tickling his knee, bc Max didn’t want everyone knowing he was crying due to tickling, but the one tickling him did notice. “Max…? Are you ok?” David got off of him. Max rolled over on to his stomach, still facing away from the campers, as he started whimpering silently trying to not make everyone listen to his pleas.

David reached over and touched Max’s shoulder, “Max? Did I go too far-?”

Max pushed him away, “YES!! Yes you did!! I told you to stop many times, and what did you do?! You continued!! Making me look weak and a fool infront of everyone. And I started to trust you more… look where that lead me?! Begging and pleading for you to leave me alone!!! God Damnit, I’m fucking out of here.” With that, Max left to go into his tent, with Niki and Neil hot on his trail.

David was sad and worried for the little one, but he knew that all Max needs is some fresh air and aloneness.

#tickle #lee #ticklish #camp camp tickle #camp camp

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Okay I just got into The Owl House and I have a shit ton of thoughts and feelings but right now I wanna talk about Camila. Because I get where she’s coming from.

You know you’re old when you start relating to the parents in cartoons. It’s weeeeeeeeird. I’m not about to say Camila did nothing wrong because she has, but she’s a good parent trying her best imo.

My kiddo is neurodivergent. He’s a smart, sweet six year old on the autism spectrum. I love that he loves monster trucks and marbles and hot wheels cars. He’ll tell everyone about time trial races on his marble run and his favorite version of the GraveDigger truck. Did you ask for that information? Doesn’t matter he’ll tell you. At toddler groups he was in his own world, he had a plan for how playtime was gonna go and he was going to stick to it. I could do a huge post about what we’ve done to help our son but the point is, we knew he needed help to learn how to deal with other kids. We got him that help, from specialists in programs for people like him. He’s in first grade and while things aren’t perfect, he’s got the foundation for coping and interaction with others.

Back to The Owl House. We know Luz marches to her own drum. “Luz has always done things differently,” Camila says. Whether Luz is on the spectrum or not (I’d say she is) she definitely has a learning curve to interacting with her peers. She likely would have benefited from similar social therapy programs when she was young. But with Manny’s illness and death, sadly that probably wasn’t a priority for the Nocedas. And to go out on a speculative limb, if Camila had similar experiences as a child, she may not have realized therapy could have been helpful for Luz. She didn’t have specialists teaching her how to cope and navigate the neurotypical world after all, why would her kid need that?

Until said kid is a teen struggling with high school. And Camila is a single parent who’s still grieving and seeing her baby start to have problems just like she dealt with. She loves Luz and her quirks but she knows most kids don’t use sausage links as theater props. But she doesn’t know how to help her daughter. Camila will call people out on people badmouthing her girl obviously. But how to stop the badmouthing in the first place?

Camila doesn’t know that. She can’t teach her daughter to be “normal” because Camila isn’t “normal.” But here’s someone from the school system (presumably someone with more experience of kids like Luz) offering a solution. A whole group of people experienced in helping similar kids be “normal.” Who better to make sure Luz has an easier time at school than her mom did?

Now, summer camp is not cheap. Average overnight camp cost this year was around $450 PER DAY. And that’s for a “cabin life with activities” sort of camp. A specialty (or behavioral) camp could be more. But it’s worth the cost, right? Maybe. A reputable camp with professionals could very well have helped Luz figure out the tools she needs to deal with neurotypicals. A less reputable one focused on churning out results to justify taking all that money from desperate parents, not so much. Either way, fees have already been paid, non refundable, parent testimonials and staff say this place works, so the kid is gonna go.

Well, a kid goes. Vee attends, makes friends, learns how to act human, comes home. Camila likely sees Luz acting like a mature teenager. She’s not using escapism to cope with her dad’s death anymore. Her interests have changed but kids grow out of things all the time. Her daughter seems collected, stable, and ready to fit in at school. Camila is likely grateful that camp helped and Luz won’t have the same sort of hard time she did now. It was a tough, expensive decision and with life going smoothly she’s not going to question the results. Even in “Yesterday’s Lie” Camila goes along with the “game,” happy that Luz has a productive, social outlet for her creativity.

Except it’s not a game and now Camila knows she messed up. She didn’t realize “Luz’s” change in behavior was her being an entirely different person. Not only is her only child trapped in a different plane of existence, she had the opportunity to come home and chose not to. Having my kid prefer my partner’s company over mine the first time was hard enough. Finding out Luz chose to stay in the Demon Realm probably felt like she was being eviscerated. Another limb on my speculation tree here, but it looks like Camila doesn’t have much of a support system herself. Obviously there’s her staff at the vet clinic but they’re employees. No mention of friends or family nearby. Just Manny and Luz. But her husband’s gone. Of course she’d beg Luz to come back and stay.

When Luz does get back (+4) Camila is determined to be a better parent. She messed up before and thought she probably lost Luz forever. She’s going to get it right this time, from figuring out how to feed otherworldly adolescents to learning everything she can about LGBTQIA youth. She’ll even fight demons with her chancla and bat to bring her daughter’s friends home, like she’s escorting them back after a weekend trip. Mama needs a cocktail, a geeky book club, and some parent friends and I really hope she gets some of that in the Boiling Isles.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #toh camila #toh luz #camila noceda #mini rant #I haven’t watched all the episodes apologies if I got something wrong #but dang I want to treat Camila to coffee she could use it #just my thoughts #relating to the parents instead of the main character

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Don't Starve Emotions Ch. 9

A Peek of Disaster

“A science machine needs one gold, four wood, and four stone,” Mad stated as he was finally freed from Mare’s lap and stood up. “I’d say that after making the science machine, we’ll probably want to make backpacks and crockpots first. This is a pretty good place to make camp since, according to the map, we’re pretty close to the center of it.”

“Crockpot food has more of a bonus to it,” Phantom explained. “We’ll need more stone, twigs, and some charcoal. I can work on burning some faraway trees for that.”

“I’d like to do the burning, please,” Mad said.

“Shocking.” Phantom chuckled, getting a look from Mad that made him fully laugh.

“Want to go gold hunting with me?” Jackie offered. “You-uh-you know what they look-what they look like, and I can do the-uh-the heavy work.” He added with a stammer, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure,” Phantom said softly with a smile.

“It’s a date.” Mare chuckled, and it became a grunt of pain when Phantom elbowed his side.

“I think that’s the edge of a pond right there,” Mad commented, studying the map on Bing’s chest again. “We can make some fishing rods and get some fish. Hopefully, there are several around, and then we can get plenty of them…be careful if there are frogs, though. Those things are annoying as hell.”

“What do we need to make those? Me and Googs can go fish-”

“You are to stay at camp.” Dark cut Bing off. “You are our map. We need you to stay fit and secure. We don’t know how the map is connected to your body. Damage to you can be damage to it, and we can’t risk losing our map.”

“I’m going to take that as a; we care about you, Bing,” Bing rolled his eyes.

“We do,” Google said. His eyes went wide, and he started coughing into his hand, hoping that would somehow make Bing and Mad not remember or realize what he had said. “I think-I think Yancy needs me.” Google pointed before heading off.

“I might be oblivious, and it took Mare literally kissing me to notice he like me, but even I can see that.” Mad giggled before noticing the red on Bing’s cheek and feeling affectionate warmth from him. “And something tells me you feel the same way.”

“W-What? No, n-no, not at all.” Bing’s face turned a deeper shade of red.

That totally didn’t make it more obvious.

“Okay, sure.” Mad giggled again. “If you want to get a start making the rods, you’ll need two sticks and two cobwebs. We can’t make them until after the science machine is built, but we can get a start on setting everything up.” He gave a bright smile before heading over to Mare. “Dark and Anti, Jackie and Phantom, and Bing and Google are the current-” There was a pause as Mad thought about the correct phrase. “-disaster gays?”

“Very.” Mare chuckled, giving Mad a proud pat on the back. “Want me to join you to burn shit up? We can make-out while we wait for it to finish~”

“I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t complain.” Mad’s was now the one with a pink face.

“Never forget you’re a disaster as well.” Mare playfully hummed. Mad tried to pout, but he did want to get a start on everything…and the make-out sounded really nice after everything he’s been through already.

“We can do a straight shot until we reach the edge of the map and burn whatever is nearby.” Mad pointed to where he was planning on heading. “If I hear anything, we’ll adjust as needed.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Mare wrapped his arm around Mad’s shoulder. “We’re gonna go burn shit!” He called out to the others before they headed off into the trees.

“Don’t get splinters while you fuck!” Anti called after them.

“Mad should stay behind as well. If he’s our-”

“Let him have some fun.” Anti stopped Dark from finishing. “After all that shit he just went through, let him tongue-fuck his boyfriend in the woods.”

“Now is not the time for that type of talk or action.” Dark’s comment got Anti to roll his eyes and start using a mocking tone;

“‘Now is not the time’-maybe if you tongue-fucked someone in the woods, you’d have less of a stick up your ass.” Anti crossed his arms and turned to face Dark.

“Would you stop saying that?” Dark pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What? Tongue-fucked? I could say it countless ways, and it’ll all mean the same thing. Get fucked, suck a dick, fucking make-out with someone because you’re filled with so much angst. You’re like a hormonal teenager that needs to get that sexual frustration out.”

“Could you have five seconds when you’re not inappropriate?”

“Nope~” Anti popped the ending of the word. “I would be myself if I wasn’t.” He did a little shimmy. “Plus, you’d get bored quickly if I wasn’t as fun as I am.”

“I would get bored? I’d prefer if you acted like a mature adult, especially when we’re in a serious situation.” Dark scoffed.

“Oh, please. There’s a reason you never kick me out when I show up at the Manor. You like my chaos. Admit it.”

“There is nothing to admit. You don’t get kicked out immediately due to your friendship with the other Ipliers. I have nothing to do with it.”

“Sure.” Anti giggled, and he turned away, confident that he had won. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Darky~”

“He is the biggest pain in my ass,” Dark muttered.

“Well, that and the stick.” Wilford joked with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“You’re the other pain in my ass,” Dark grumbled and walked off to speak with Chase.

“We’ll bring a couple of extra pickaxes to make sure we can break as much as we can,” Phantom said to Jackie as he crafted. He would have been done by now, but he got distracted by the show Anti and Dark had been putting on. “I know we only need one gold for the science machine, but we’ll need more pieces for other items to make out lives easier as we build up for the whole adventure mode stuff.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” Jackie did a little salute and got Phantom to laugh a little.

“You’re a dork.” Phantom handed Jackie some of the pickaxes.

“I thought I was a himbo?” Jackie’s smile showed he was playing along, hands staying on top of Phantom’s as they both held the tools.

“Both can work.” Phantom smiled back as he gently squeezed Jackie’s hands.

“Yous two need help with the rock cracking?” Yancy asked, unaware that he had ruined the moment.

“Oh-yeah-sure.” Phantom and Jackie quickly moved away from each other.

“Illinois is finishing a talk with Google, and he can come with us too. The more, the merrier, right?” Yancy chuckled.

“More hands mean faster work.” Jackie chuckled as well, giving Yancy one of the pickaxes he held. “With the four of us, we’ll end up breaking all the rocks in this place in no time.”

“Yep.” Phantom awkwardly clicked his tongue. "No time at all."

#dontstarve!au #dont starve emotions #phantomhero #madmare #danti #bingle

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