#Not sure who of them is living the fear of being hit by rocks and shot like i am right now

[tadc-ragatha]

Being Their Friend

TW: Breakdowns/crises (mentioned), knives, swearing, centipedes, bullying, general mental health stuff, Zooble's limbs being (painlessly) moved/stored/body horror

Type: Headcanons

A/N: Hi. These are just for fun; don't get up in arms if they aren't perfect (they can't be anyway, considering how far into the show we are). Requests aren't open (EDIT: they are open now). Spoilers obviously. Includes only the main six because I honestly don't know enough about Caine yet.

Pomni

Being her friend entails a multitude of existential crises. Everyone's trying to find their own way to cope, but expect to be helping her through many a panic attack. She's a hot mess most of the time, and doesn't really know what to do.

As seen in the trailer, she still gets scared of getting hurt, much unlike people like Ragatha who know they can't be harmed by knives or whatever else Caine throws at them. It'd be your job to help calm her down during these situations and help her adjust to not being hurt.

Other than that, I imagine once Pomni gets (semi) used to living in the digital circus you'd spend a lot of time looking for the exit. She definitely wants to get out of there before she becomes abstracted--something she knows is possible with her mental state. She also just wants to get her and everyone else out of there. Even that jackass Jax.

Pomni would take a lot of comfort in the things that connect her to the real world like food. If she offers you some food, you know you're really friends with her. If she had access to drawing/painting equipment or whatnot, I reckon she'd try to draw herself in her real form (if she could remember). She's like to see what you look like, and would compliment you on your appearance.

Ragatha

Ragatha's been in the digital circus for a while, and is much more comfortable with it than some of her other friends (or so she likes to pretend). She's fine with getting hit with knives as seen in her introduction short and likely wouldn't be scared of dying by anything else. As she said, her only fear is centipedes.

Still, it'll be your job to get them out of her room for her. Everyone knows what an arsehole Jax can be, and she sure as hell isn't risking walking into her room to find tens of thousands of them. If you don't do it, she's staying in your room for an indefinite amount of time.

Actually, I think Ragatha would like to have sleepovers anyway. It'd keep her impending thoughts at bay. Even if she doesn't require sleep, it's fun and reminds her of home. Like I said in Pomni's section, I think she'd enjoy drawing or painting. Or any creative visual art really, but especially drawing and painting for the purpose of making pictures of what you look like outside of the digital world.

Though be warned, the sight of her may send her off on a spiral of homesickness. Since Ragatha serves as a kind of rock of stability (as best as her overly optimistic self can), seeing her collapse may cause the others to collapse, too. Except maybe Jax, but it'll be up to you to try and get everyone back together before abstraction happens.

Jax

First of all, I don't know if this is possible. Not only are we so little into the show to really know, but Gooseworx also said he's going to have some really bad scenes. So, I suppose you won the lottery in doing this...Maybe. It really depends on how you look at it.

Because first of all, he's still a massive dick. He's just rude to everyone, so expect nothing different. He'll still be a jerk to you, "prank" you, or really, just straight up bully you. Honestly, half the time you can't even tell this guy is supposed to like you. He doesn't even really say sorry unless it's sarcastic.

The only way you can tell he likes you as a friend is when he gets all up in arms about you being annoyed at him. At first, at least, he's confused as to why you can't just let it go. Over time, though, he gets more in tune with his emotions and starts to mellow out a little.

However, it does come with the perk of having someone who will beat the ever-loving life out of whoever hurt you. Okay, well, not that far--he's got to keep his reputation as someone who doesn't care about other people, so he'll at most just be a bit of a bigger pain in their side. But it's still there.

Things you'd do together include terrorising the other members (or, he tries to get you in on it, anyway), sneaking into people's rooms to snoop around, and all-in-all just being a bit of a pain. But you also do other things; he seems like he's not one for visual arts or theatre, but maybe he could play an instrument and may--very heavy on the "may"--teach you some stuff. Otherwise, I don't think he's an arts guy. He'd enjoy video games, though, if they had those! And going to the digital carnival for thrills along with just exploring the grounds.

Kinger

Kinger would be an interesting friend. I have two routes for this guy based on a theory I saw. Route one follows him actually being on the brink of insanity/abstraction. In this route, you have to make sure he's alright. Just be gentle with him and check up on him every now and then. But don't be in his face all the time. Everyone needs a bit of personal space.

You can still hang out with Kinger, obviously. You can still talk about things you'd normally talk about, whatever that may be. Just don't bring up the abstracted queen (who I shall be calling Queener). It'll bring up some...Bad memories.

Anyways, my second route is this: based on a theory, Kinger is actually one of the more stable ones in the group, and is just pretending to be on the brink of losing it. Basically, if I remember right, he's pretending in order to get out of the activities/shenanigans of the group.

But no matter what his reason for doing it is, he's smart as hell. Having tricked everyone, it'd take a keen eye to figure it out. If you do, he'd be impressed. Once he trusts you enough, the two of you will discuss the other circus members and how to outsmart them secretly. You'll also just hang out, gossip...He feels like a guy who'd be into drama, with his whole being the actual king thing. You two would do some impromptu skits and whatnot to pass the time.

Gangle

Oh, Gangle. What would you do with Gangle? Well, you'd certainly have to be gentle with her. She's a very fragile soul--and also fragile physically--and needs some care. Help her repair her mask, or better yet, stop Jax from breaking it in the first place. In fact, just stop him from doing any mean stuff to her in the first place.

Other than that, Gangle is someone who'd actually enjoy drawing as a hobby and not just a memories thing. She draws anime, and would make you and her anime personas with cool abilities and features like wings and shit. I imagine her art style is very early-mid 2000s anime, with the really big eyes and whatnot.

Anyways, I reckon she'd also write. Mostly fanfiction when she wasn't stuck in the digital world, but since there's no fandoms to write about now she'd start branching out into her own original stories. But don't get me wrong; if anyone was going to write about their friends and fellow members it'd be her. She just hides it somewhere other than her room. Gangle would like to write stories about your sonas going on adventures and saving the world.

Eventually, these stories probably get found by Jax or someone else (but probably Jax). He'd laugh his arse off at them and would run to tell everyone about it. Unless you can absolutely beat the shit out of him, prepare to do some explaining and also comforting for her.

Zooble

Zooble does not give much of a shit about the others. They wouldn't let them die (at least I think so), but they're in no way buddy-buddy with them. In order to be friends with them, you'd have to meet their strict criteria. So, good job on that!

Being friends with them would either involve lots of gossip because they want to talk shit about people and complain, or it'd have no gossip because they honestly couldn't care less about the others. I can't tell. But if you do gossip, I imagine they know a lot about the other members. You'd be filled in on everything they know, too. They've been dying for someone to tell this too.

Zooble's also very particular about their looks, as seen in their introductory short. They have many stored limbs and whatnot to swap around for their mood. Don't mess with their body by switching around their antennae-like things or ripping off their body parts like Jax. They will retaliate.

Going off of this, though, I imagine they're pretty strong. I mean, they choked Jax like that. So, if anyone (him) comes around to piss you off, you best bet they'll be on their way to beat his arse. Though, it probably ends in a tug-of-war with one of their arms.

#amy's writing #not requested #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc x reader #x reader #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc headcanon #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc spoilers #breakdown tw #crisis tw #knife tw #swearing tw #centipede tw #bullying tw #body horror tw

[sunrise-imagines]

Can we pretty please get something for taking care of fw Finn after the scarab fight?

I almost made myself cry with this one, hit me right in the feels. Hope you enjoy!

TW: Angst, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, eventual fluff, hurt/comfort

Farmworld Finn x Reader The Aftermath Of The Scarab Fight

•Now I know we’re all worried about him considering Scarab legit stabbed him in the head, but considering that we saw no visible blood, my opinion is that his hat protected him from taking as much damage as he could have.

•Keeping that in mind, he still probably has some internal bleeding and a concussion from being slammed into the ground.

•After Finn found out that Jay and the others had gone to the crater, you were instructed to stay with the rest of the kids and barricade yourselves inside the house.

•You rounded up all of them and waited for his return, but after a while of no one coming back, you sensed that something was wrong and told Bonnie to watch her younger siblings while you went to the crater to check.

•By the time you arrived there, Scarab had already found them, and you were forced to watch horrified as his sharp limbs dug into your lover’s head, gasping as he was slammed into the ground and lay not moving.

• Scarab then lunged towards the group of travelers, and with a flash of colorful light, they were all gone.

• You almost tripped over your feet as you slid down the side of the crater, running over to Finn and kneeling down to check his pulse. You take his wrist in your hands, praying to whatever gods were out there that he was still alive.

• You let out a sigh of relief as you feel a shallow but strong pulse through his skin.

• With the Destiny gang having run away, the ones left were Jay and Little Destiny, the former of which ran up next to you, eyes wide with fear and worry.

• “Is…is dad…?” He stutters, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. You reassure him that he’s still alive, but he’s going to need help.

• The three of you work to carry Finn back to the house, where Bonnie and the others wait with bated breath.

•When they all see Finn unconscious in your arms, they break out in a chorus of tears and frantic questions, and you tell Jay to keep his siblings downstairs while you take him up to the bedroom.

• You and Little Destiny drag him up the stairs, and she helps you lay him down on the bed.

• You thank her for her help, and she scoffs, “I-I’m just repaying him for saving me, it’s not like it’s a big deal…”

•You smile at her, putting a hand on her shoulder and telling her to go back downstairs and check on everyone, to which she sheepishly nods and leaves.

• You take off Finn’s hat to asses the damage, revealing his shock of white hair, the only physical semblance left over from his days as The Snowman.

•To your surprise you don’t see any blood on the side that was stabbed, and you figure that his hat must have taken the brunt of the impact for him. There is, however, a large patch of purple bruising on the side of his head, along with some small nicks and cuts from where the rock dug into his skin.

• You do your best to carefully clean each wound, applying antiseptic and bandaging the right side of his head.

• For the next three days you sit by his bedside, making sure to feed him and replace any bandages that had gotten dirty. You sent a letter to Doctor Princess (her farmworld self) explaining what had happened, and she replied that she would be coming as soon as possible, but the trip would take a few days. Occasionally the kids would come in and tell him about their day, or just lay with him for a while.

• Jay and Little Destiny, who had started living with you all since her father pretty much disowned her, were big helps with helping take care of the other kids. You were especially proud of Jay, knowing how hard he was working to stay strong for his little siblings despite being scared himself.

• Then suddenly, as you were preparing to change the bandages on his head, you heard a soft groan coming from behind you.

• You whipped around at the noise to discover that Finn had finally opened his eyes, and was currently trying weakly to sit up.

• You rushed over and threw your arms around, saying how much you love him and how glad you are that he’s awake over and over. He’s still a bit dazed, but he’s lucid enough to hug you back.

• Suddenly the events of that night come rushing back, and he pulls away from you, eyes wide as he frantically asks where Jay and the kids are.

• You reassure him that everyone’s fine, and no one was hurt. He sighs in relief, letting himself relax before wincing at the throbbing pain in his head.

• You gently coax him to lay back down, telling him that he still needs to rest and that the doctor will be coming soon to check on him. He admits that, before he blacked out, he was sure he was going to die, wondering to himself how he was still alive after such a savage attack.

• Leaning down and kissing him softly, you say that the how or why doesn’t matter, all that matters is he’s alive and he’s going to be okay. He smiles up at you, the biggest you’ve seen in months, and tells you that he’s glad that he has someone like you to look after him.

• You chuckle and agree, before leaving him to tell the kids the good news. He silently watches you go, thinking about just how lucky he is to have found someone as kind as you to love him.

#farmworld finn x reader #farmworld finn #adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #adventure time #finn mertens x reader #finn the human x reader #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time fanfic #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #angst #hurt/comfort #sfw

[running-with-kn1ves]

Yandere Gangster

CW: NSFW, lap riding(GN reader), wounds/bruises, kidnapping, manipulation, gang activities

Yandere gangster who forces you to grind down on his lap as you're bandaging him up. What, you expect him to sit through all this pain without some form of relief? All he wants is his cute little victim spouse to make him feel good. It's the least you could do after all your hitting and screaming he's had to deal with since he "brought you home." You ask in disbelief how he could be worried about getting off after narrowly escaping being shot at. But he doesn't care for your protests.

Yandere gangster who threatens you without wavering, his beaten body only fueling his short temper. Maybe his buddies should get a round with you, as punishment for still having not learned your place. And that threat is more than enough to get you hesitantly inching towards his bloody pants. He already has them unbuttoned, black boxers hiding a bulge that pulses. But once you sit down, feeling him flex and poke from below, you're fully aware of how hot and bothered he's become. You try to focus on wrapping gauze around his bicep with his arm lowering to grip your waist.

Yandere gangster who whispers, "Move your hips" as he gently humps upward. You do as your told, whether more out of fear or out of the desire to get this over with, you aren't sure. But your kidnapper isnt bothered, too focused on the inpatient arousal inside of him. He sucks in through his teeth each time you pour antiseptic on an open cut, but he doesnt seem to mind the pain as long as you kept softly thrusting. He gets even more eager once his free hand pushes yours down towards his erection. You see the healed scars on his lower abdomen as his shirt pushes upward. They were sickingly familiar, as you had seen them everytime you were forced to "service" him like this.

Yandere gangster who you dont doubt would try to kiss you right now if it weren't for the bruises flourishing on his skin. You stare at his beaten face, a stream of dried blood down his nose as the cuts on his lips reopen when he bites them. Your hands become shakey the more he thrusts into your palm and against your groin, his bouncing legs making it harder to patch up his wounds. The sweat dripping down his chest, his slicked back hair now wild and free, it made him look more deranged than before. He was like a wild animal, starved and only interested in the meal in front of him. "Keep going." He huffs, and you aren't sure if hes talking about your work on his bruised knuckles or your hips that have been rocking back and forth.

Yandere gangster who uses you as the perfect stress toy, one that helps him get off with your soft body and oh so gentle fingers. His head leans back in the chair, lazily rocking upward as the friction becomes a desirable pressure. He cant help but feel he deserves this, after all his hard work and the time it took to get you here. Once you finish with the worst of his cuts and bruises, patching up everything to the best of your ability, you attempt to get off his lap. He's gotten what he wanted, right? A little pleasure to help keep off the pain. But you were sorely mistaken to think that would be the end of it.

Yandere gangster who lives up to his name, growling and cursing through his teeth, daring to pull out his switchblade the more you struggled to leave. He always had a short fuse, but today was no comparison. Waving the knife around he shot vulgar threat after threat, nearly nicking you. You didn't doubt hed cut you if push came to shove, having the scars to prove his past lack of patience. You still remembered how they burned, how he slid the blade painfully slow,  refusing to clean you up until he got what he wanted. And so, what choice did you have? You only hoped that if you went faster, forcing him to come undone, he may end up too distracted. But you knew your captor, and wishful thinking never got you anywhere.

#kn1ves rants #x reader #reader insert #writing #yandere #self insert #yandere x reader #knives rants #male yandere #fanfiction #gangster #yandere gangster #male yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere male #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #yanderecore #yancore #spooktober #kinktober #male reader #female reader #mafia x reader

[nomoreusername]

In My Heart

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:When survivors guilt hits you extra hard one night Newt comforts you.

By the time I realized it was happening I couldn't do anything to stop it. What seemed to be a million tears poured from my eyes.

Even though it was late I didn't want to be here. I don't cry so doing it near people feels wrong. I'm the optimist.

How can I be optimistic now though? Every time I close my eyes I remember those I've lost, and it takes everything inside me not to scream. Sometimes I am filled with nothing but guilt that I get to live, and my friends are dead. It's nothing more than the luck of the draw. If Gally hadn't gotten stung Chuck would have lived, and he might have. If Winston was immune he could be able to wake up tomorrow. If Minho wasn't in danger Jeff wouldn't have saved him, and so on.

So what did I do differently to deserve to live?

As these dark thoughts overwhelmed my head I started pacing. Despite it being dangerous I needed to be alone. I was just sick of being around everyone breathing right now.

Because I am one of those people. I am alive, and almost everyone else I knew is dead.

I found a small rock and leaned against it. As I did I let it all out. Every single emotion I hid was finally here, and there was no stopping it.

My heart felt heavy as I sat there below the stars. Were my friends stars now? Were they in the sky watching me? Did they hate me for living or were they looking after me?

"Hey,"Someone whispered, tapping my shoulder. I wiped my eyes and turned around to see Newt with a solum look on his face.

"Hi,"I managed to say.

"Can I sit?"He asked quietly. I just nodded before staring at the ground. My friends could be in the ground right now, rotting and on their way to becoming skeletons.

"Survivors guilt,"He whispered. I hesitantly nodded.

"How did you know?"I mumbled.

"It comes to everyone sooner or later,"He whispered, closing his eyes.

"I just-don't know what I did to deserve to live. They fought just as hard to live. What sets us apart?"I mumbled, pulling my knees to my chest and wiping my eyes.

"Do you really want to know what makes us different than them?"He asked slowly, sitting beside me.

"If you have an answer then please,"I murmured, feeling more and more drained each second.

"Nothing,"He stated.

"What do you mean?"I whispered, glancing up at him and looking at him through my blurred tears.

"It was luck and circumstance. It's sort of a messed up circle. Gally getting stung killed Chuck which killed him. Minho being in danger killed Jeff. If Winston was immune he'd be here. The people who stayed v.s the people who ran, both options were unclear. It's dumb luck and the different reactions. Nothing more. Nothing less,"He answered, his voice gentle yet firm and sure of himself.

Hearing him say what I had always been thinking seemed to pull just an inch of pressure off of my chest. I had feared that there was something wrong with me. Still, there was another thing I needed and answer for.

"Do you think they hate us for it?"I asked.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he placed his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"I can't answer that, but I can tell you this. They're our friends. Some of them gave their lives for us. That's the way we want to remember them. Not their death but who they were. Strong, loving, and kind,"He whispered, rubbing my back. I couldn't help but tremble as I was unable to respond.

"They haven't left us, Y/N. They never will."

"How could you be sure of that?"I asked, not moving away from him.

"Because as long as we carry them in our hearts we carry them with us."

"I always will,"I swore, seeming to run out of tears.

"I know, love. I know,"He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I leaned against him and felt exhaustion start to overcome me.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up,"He promised. I took his word for it and allowed my eyes to flutter shut.

Only months later I would have to keep his words with me more than ever. Because unfortunately the only way I ended up being able to hold him was in my heart.

#newt x y/n #newt x reader #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #tmr newt #newt tmr #light angst #light fluff #hurt/comfort

[piratefishmama]

Everything wrong with the liveaction Avatar and WHY.

in my own personal opinion that nobody need agree with me on.

Zuko fought back in the Agni Kai against his father.

Okay so, so far, there's been a lot of people trying to explain why this was wrong with the very limited space on twitter, i'm going to do it here, on tumblr, where i have unlimited space, whee. In the original show, Zuko, with pure terror in his heart, got down on his knees, begged, and pleaded for forgiveness that his father would not give, before being burned and banished for his weakness and disrespect. This gave the audience the impression that Ozai was fucking terrifying. His power was beyond comprehension, and he was so scary that his own son, his own progeny, would still be TOO AFRAID of him, to even dare cross him. Even at the cost of his honour. Ozai wouldn't even grant mercy to his own terrified son, scarring his face, a part of Zuko that he could never hide, so everyone would forever see the proof of Zuko's dishonour and shame. Ozai was awful. In every single way, but he was also terrifying. The Live Action version had Zuko fighting back. Not only did it have him fighting back, it also had him obtain an actual chance to win that fight. Now, an Agni Kai, is a fight between firebenders where the first person to be burned, loses. Undoubtedly, Ozai had many oppportunities to burn his son from the get go, but for a brief moment, Zuko has the upper hand, right here

It's right here, that Zuko could have won an Agni Kai against his father, the firelord, and big bad of the entire series, right out of the gate, before he'd even hit adulthood. Pathetic. Dont get me wrong, it's a cool scene, but it greatly diminishes how scary Ozai is supposed to be. Zuko has the strength to fight back, he's scared, but he's not paralyzed with fear, he's able to fight back, and damn near almost WIN. Shit's pathetic. Ozai almost got his shit rocked by a teenager. Who isnt even the avatar. Cartoon Ozai was a terrifying monster who had the actual avatar so scared he was having recurring nightmares about rocking up to the big fight without pants, this dude's just a terrible father with superpowers.

The Face Stealer Koh

In the original cartoon, Koh was introduced as a spirit old enough to know who and what the real world forms of the ocean and moon spirit were. A creepy stealer of faces who hunted by causing reactions in people. Stealing their faces wouldnt kill them, they just. Wouldnt have a face. In the live action, he appears in the 'Hei Bai' episode and hunts in the fog of lost souls, y'know, the place in Korra where lost souls get stuck in their worst memories? Then he cocoons them, and eats their faces. Like, full on eats them. And for some reason he was the one who grabbed the lost villagers in the Hei Bai episode, not Hei Bai. It's weird. Pretty sure one of them maybe got eaten, idk. Unclear. Gross and unclear.

Hei Bai plothole

Not so much a plothole as just... something missing. Hei Bai is seen in his 'distressed spirit' form, he's seen, his pain and distress is acknowledged multiple times, and the reason why he's distressed is seen, but he's never shown to be soothed. Aang buries an acorn in the ground near his damaged statue, but it never shows Hei Bai being soothed. In the cartoon he had to be handed the acorn to see it, to understand the implication and be calmed, if just burying an acorn in the ground would have worked, he'd have never been upset, because he'd have been able to see it himself in the ruins of the forest with there being acorns all over the place.

Wan Shi Tong cameo in Hei bai's foggy spirit forest

Dude why tf are you out of your library? Your foxes venture out into the world to find you things, get back to your library, what the hell r u doin out there?

WE DIDNT NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

WE DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

Gyatso's underwhelming skeletal remains.

In the cartoon they found him surrounded by dead firebender soldiers, having solo'd a ton of them by himself, an old man, a monk, all on his own. Giving the impression that either he fought them off until he fell, or he removed out the air in the room suffocating them all and himself. Both entirely badass ways to go. In the live action the firelord walks through his frankly impressive wall of airbending in a cool 'oo i'm on fire' trick, and burns him alive in front of a bunch of air nation children. The fucking dishonour on your whole goddamn family whoever decided upon that scene, jesus christ.

Azula wasn't scary

She was just... meh.

The Only Good Thing About the Avatar Live Action series.

Big spirit fish go brr.

#There's absolutely other things #but these things annoyed me the most #also the Koh Hei Bai and Wan Shi Tong thing all happened in the same episode lmao #shit was wild

[unadulterated-syd]

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of losing mother, arguing, twd warnings (angst -> to fluff)

Synopsis; Going through a loss, Carl tries his best to help. Even through argument and grief.

Running off on your own was always a bad idea— but after a fight with Carl you hadn't even thought about safety.

He'd argued that you were to unstable for runs, having lost your mom a week earlier you'd become distant, and sometimes insensitive.

You'd told off anyone who'd tried to help you grieve, and on your last run you'd thrown yourself into a hoard out of anger— though you'd been lucky to have taken them on without being bit.

As soon as Daryl had warned Carl of your actions, he'd been on your case. Insisting you take time to grieve, rather than going on runs.

"You can't go out like this, you'll come back dead." He lectured, frustrated and fearful for your safety, "You're being reckless, and stupid."

"I don't give a damn, Carl." You shouted, "You aren't my babysitter, just leave me be."

"Everyone's worried about you, Daryl, Daryl of all people was the one who told me. Daryl's worried."

"I don't care Carl, if I want to go for runs I go for runs. You aren't my dad." You faltered at your own words, thinking of your father whom you'd lost.

Carl paused for a moment, sighing, "Listen, I came to talk to you because my dad's restricting you. He wants someone's eye on you all the time, figured it was best I gave you the option to agree."

"I'm not a child, I don't need that." You stood from your seat, at the kitchen table— frustrated. Carl looked up, watching you.

"Y/n this is because we care, not because we don't trust you—"

"Yeah, sure seems like it. You all blame me, for what happened, god knows I do too. But that doesn't mean I want to risk more lives by being replaced on runs."

You shook your head, looking to the door, "What I'm trying to say is— maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I was next."

"Don't say that." He said sternly, now realizing how serious the situation was, "This is Bullshit. Y/n you need to get your head out of your ass and realize what's going on—

— you almost died last night, because you got upset. You almost got multiple people killed because you can't control yourself."

You looked at him, his words setting in like salt to a wound. It stung, hearing someone you loved so much say something so blunt.

You can't control yourself. It rang through your mind, hanging in the air as realization hit him. Though, he was far to stubborn to admit it. Not until he had time to cool down.

"Control.. myself?" You looked at him, your sadness turning to anger quickly. "Control? You have never once been reprimanded for anything you've done—

— How would you know how I feel? You could commit anything you wanted and it'd be covered up wouldn't it?" You shouted, the tears forming.

"Covered up? Is that what you think of me?" His voice raised, looking at you, "You don't get to dictate how I've grieved, that's not what this is about!"

"Fuck you, Carl. Fuck you, and your stupid ego. You don't get to dictate my grieving either. And I won't let you."

Before he could respond, you were out the door— and here you were back at the beginning.

You fell against a tree, everything setting in finally. You'd just ran from the help you needed, yelled at the opportunity to have such help, and most importantly you'd just lost your mom.

Everything you'd burried inside yourself shone now, in the woods late at night. Your body shook with sobs, your tears fading as you ran out.

Who knew how long you'd been crying, how long you'd been out there, how long everyone may have looked for you.

But, your loud sobs were sure to attract some sort of reaction from the world. And soon you found the noises of a biter crawling closer.

You reached for a rock, wiping your nose weakly. The undead figure appeared in front of you, lurching forward, knocking you flat against the tree as you smashed the rock over it's head.

You were sure you'd earned wounds from such, on your back from the sharp edges of the tree, on your hand from the force of the rock, but you far from cared.

All that mattered to you now was letting it all out— you smashed the rock over the biters head, though it was long dead. You sobbed over the rotting corpse, weakly crying out when ever the rock made contact.

You felt cold hands take your wrists, pulling you from the corpse as you dropped the rock. Carl pulled you into his arms, glad to find you safe— though his heart broke for your state.

He didn't take you home, not yet, he just let you sob. Doing his best to keep you warm as you did so, no words truly needed to explain your feelings.

He rubbed circles into your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slowly soothed— you only acknowledging him when you'd finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry.." You whispered, leaning further into him, "I didn't mean it— any if it I didn't..I didn't. I want to live, I mean it, I do. I don't think you grieve wrong.. you're so—"

"Shhh, I know. I know." He hummed, his hands still running circles into your back. "Let's get you back, you need to lay down."

He helped you up, his arm never unwrapping from you as he guided you back to Alexandria, walking passed people who'd been wondering where you were— where you'd gone.

He gave them nods, assuring you were fine, never once pausing to talk to anyone. He finally stopped when he'd reached your room, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.

He kneeled in front of you— you on the bed, him on the floor. "Are you hurt any? Any more than this.." He asked, examining your beat up hands, holding them in his.

"My uh.. back a little. Damn biter got me against a tree." You watched as his face contoured with worry, fearing you'd been bitten, "He didn't get me, no bites."

He gave a relieved look, "I'll clean you up. Then you can sleep, as long as you want." He guaranteed, standing up and taking off to fetch things for your wounds.

You pulled your shirt off, giving access to your back when he came back. Whilst waiting you glared around your room, everything seemed to remind you of her— your mom.

It hurt so much that you didn't feel the aching in your body, the soreness in your throat, every thought was simply of her.

You blamed yourself, you were on the run with her, and now she was gone. You'd all split up and by the time you'd reached her once more, she was gone— turning.

Carl returned, snapping you from your thoughts. He adjusted himself behind you on the bed, pressing a cloth to the fresh cuts on your shoulder blades, apologizing everytime you winced.

"It gets better." He promised, from behind you, "It never heals, but it gets better. You think about the bad less. Miss the good more."

"What do you remember about her..?" You whispered, listening to the sincerity in his voice. He began bandaging your back as he proceeded—

— "As much as I can, I think of her a lot." He admitted, "She told me I'd beat this world, I try to make it true for her."

"She told me to be good to you."

"What?" He pulled from the bandages, to look at you.

"She did, my mom. Told me her biggest regret was losing my dad— how she treated him before."

Carl didn't respond, fixing the placement of the bandages before kissing your shoulder, "The last thing your mom told me was to look after you. I don't think she knew how or when— but.. i think she knew she was going."

"She'd come to terms with it, is what I mean." he finished.

You nodded, looking down at your hands, "I think I'm ready to sleep now."

He smiled, pulling the basket from the bed, "Lay down, I'll get your hands then you can sleep." You nodded, laying down on your side, you hands spralled in front of you off the bedside.

Once he'd finished, he discarded the basket on the floor, turning off the light and laying on his side to your right— wrapping his arms around you.

You put your hands on his, your intertwined hands resting on your lower stomach. He leaned into your back, head resting in between your exposed shoulder blades.

"I love you." He whispered, promising; "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"I love you too." You squeezed his hand, before fading into sleep.

#carl grimes oneshot #carl #the walking dead #carl grimes #twd #carl grimes x reader #syds page #the walking dead fluff #carl grimes drabble #carl grimes blurb #fanfic

[undercoverpena]

I have to ask (only if you're willing to talk about it), how do you cope with hate...? I got the feeling from your last answer and tags that this was not the first time. Do you have any tips on how to self-regulate? How do you stay so kind-hearted & compassionate?

The reason why i'm asking is that I'm relatively new here and dread the day I receive hate mail.

Much love to you, I adore the way you write and lift others❣️

- Fellow cancerian who doesn't want to grow too hard a shell

hello fellow 🦀 thank you for the compliment on my writing and lifting others (honestly, I just feel too much and I have to thrust it on people haha)

and honestly I don’t mind answering, I don’t really have like a hard and fast answer so I apologise for the ramble under the cut:

it depends on what is said. which I know is wildly unhelpful, but it’s the truth. the one today was like…. silly? to me anyway. it wasn’t necessary, it was just—oh let’s kick someone. and like, I’m not just saying this, but I laughed and I honestly was like, jesus you feeling okay anon, like damn.

but, I’m nothing but honest (where I can be) and there have been some that have fucking hurt. like I’ve cried my eyes out—which is a lot for saying this is fun, and a hobby.

in my corner though, I have great people. one of my friends is like my rock, and she allows me to send her the more crazy ones. and we sorta have this process of talking about it first before I make a decision about deleting/responding. for me, it helps drafting my feelings or talking them out, just so I can get rid of that ‘initial’ reaction. because sometimes I just wanna shout and tear someone a new one, but that means letting them get a rise outta me? y’know.

so once I’ve done that, we normally fall on the deleting side, because it’s important to me to create a space that I feel safe in, that I’m proud of, and that others know they can come into and also feel okay. you having a bad day and seeing that I’ve been kicked down isn’t going to do anything except us both feel poopy. so unless I can be sassy, let it roll off my back, I try now not to respond.

to return back to chirpy, annoyingly nice Jo 😏 I spend time with people i love: fandom, irl and who I live with. I may go on a walk with my dog. I may put my headphones on and blast music (celine dion power ballads hit different), and lastly, I’ll churn it into something writing wise.

writing is what helps me regulate all of my emotions. I feel so much, always have done, always will. but writing helps.

unfortunately, there’s always a chance I’ll get hate. because like irl, we don’t gel with everyone. which is why I wish people would just unfollow, block and move on, but i can't control that nor can i guarantee the former will happen. so I just try to create a space I’m happy to be in, like this overtly pink blog with all you lovely lot who follow me as I throw you in fandom after fandom.

lastly, my friend said this earlier and I’m going to quote her (she’s going to love this) “you literally get what you see with you” and she’s right. it’s not me staying so kind and compassionate, that’s just who I am (which sounds big headed, like omg I’m amazing) but I just care. and on the days where being “me” feels hard, that’s when I stay off here. because it means I need some me time to get back to a good place.

I am not sure if this was helpful, 🦀 anon (this is what I’m calling you, hope that’s okay). but my dm is always open, and so is my inbox.

pls try not to let fear stop you from sharing with the world, don’t give the prospective haters any chance to steal your shine 🩷

#asked and answered #🦀 anon #Jo gives terrible advice #resource: anons

[hwnglx]

hey

can you, please, do a yoongi fs reading?

thank you 🫶🏻

yoongi's future spouse based on tarot, take it with a grain of salt

what kind of a person is his future spouse?

queofp, 6ofc - dev&queofw, knofsw, just, towrx, char&aceofp

black or dark brown hair. dark and deep eyes. pale skin. probably prefer a more casual and laidback way of dressing. youthful facial features.

god, does this person have some energy. they definitely are intense. perhaps an aries with a scorpio moon. someone who knows exactly what they want and how to get it. very attractive and alluring. can get manipulative and controlling, or become harsh with words and have some anger issues when they're messed with. however, they always make sure to keep things fair. so they probably won't be this scary if you don't provoke them, or don't get in their way, since they're very determined to go through with their plans. incredibly hardworking. put in a lot of effort into whatever they set their mind to. they're also surprisingly generous and grounded with their wealth, not greedy in a materialistic manner. extremely loyal, devoted and caring when it comes to their loved ones. definitely not the type to let you down when you need them.

what kind of a relationship will they have?

aceofc, 4ofsw, queofsw&7ofsw, 5ofw, pageofc, emper, temp

i think these two might experience some physical distance between them pretty early on in their relationship, likely because of yoongi's career. this could result in them becoming more distant emotionally as well. there'll be problems with trusting each other and they'll be prone to fight over that matter. though i truly don't see anything risqué happening in terms of cheating, i think they'll just be a little childish, jealous and petty lol. i also don't think this will be a problem that affects their dynamic much, since it seems like they'll still enjoy a beautiful harmony throughout. although there will be arguments here and there, i'm getting a very natural understanding between the two, so they'll be able to sort their problems out pretty well. yoongi will probably be more shy and reserved, and his fs will enjoy taking charge. they will make him come out of his shell more, while yoongi's soft nature will nurture their more emotional side. it seems they will balance each others flaws or bad habits out very nicely.

what is his fs' current energy like?

star&hangm, 8ofc&10ofsw, dev&queofw+7ofw+wheel&hier

this person definitely has some control issues. they seem to be living a phase in their life in which they're learning not to get so obsessive over being in control over every situation and trust in divine's timing. there might've been an instance in which they had to let go of something because it hit rock bottom, it could be a relationship or friendship. and now they're trying to heal and look at things from a different perspective. but having difficulties for sure. they seem to be a more private person who isn't overly social, so they probably cherish every connection very deeply. there's a desperate need for them to let go of their obsessive and controlling behaviors and let more lose. since they give me huge scorpio moon vibes, they probably are more sensitive than they let on and struggle showcasing it out of fear of seeming "weak". but the universe does seem to have their back, so they'll most likely be able to heal and mature into their better self after going through this period.

#kpop tarot #bts tarot #yoongi tarot

[therealvinelle]

The Cullen fortune is gone overnight. The rest of the Cullens have to get jobs to support their lifestyle.

What jobs would you suggest for them to experience growth/be the best version of themselves? (minus Carlisle, for whom I'm pretty sure the answer is just doctor, unless you have other thoughts)

Alternatively, what jobs would they be objectively terrible at, but you find really funny to imagine them having just the world's worst day at work doing?

Oh this has got to be the best anon I've received all year.

Right then, the Cullens lose their money, we'll say the wealth-eating vampire Ivan (turned in 1929, this bolshevik is on a mission to create a communist utopia, and has the gift to go with: he has the power of liquidating all assets belonging to private persons and companies and giving it back to the state) set his eyes on them and it's history from there.

For the sake of simplicity, we'll say the year is 2008, they're all still living in Forks.

The Cullens could get by on Carlisle's paycheck, he makes enough to pay the bills and buy them something nice every now and then. It's stretched a bit thin, though, the Forks hospital can't afford as much as a hospital in a bigger city could and there are nine of them. He's got the bills and a shared family car (that he (wait for it) has to buy from Billy Black) covered and not much else.

They've got to get jobs.

Alice decides it's time to no longer do what she's good at for free: she's going to become a clothes designer and fashion consultant. With her skill she will take the fashion world by storm, with her family she has the glamorous models in the box already, and with her gift she'll have a failsafe ensuring no idea she has ever fails. She is already planning the Met gala outfits she'll outfit stars in.

The trouble is this: she has no brand and no clients. She's starting at rock bottom.

Never fear: she makes a battle plan for herself. She'll start small with a neat-looking website, promote herself as so exclusive that the reason you haven't heard of her is because she's that big a deal, and she'll attract clients with her amazing concept designs.

She gets Carlisle to invest in the hottest new thing: a stark white MacBook (Image below), gets Rosalie to program the website (Rosalie cries because the programming she knows is from studying astrophysics, she can give you an animation of a sphere's trajectory through a frictionless space if thrown at various speeds, she has no idea how to make a website. She ends up making Alice a blog at Wordpress. It has really nice HTML, though), now it's portfolio time.

Portfolio time goes terribly: Carlisle won't let her publish photos of the family on the interwebz, and the making clothes part of the equation turns out to easier said than done because Alice wants quality merchandise, but quality fabrics are expensive. Carlisle offers to make her fabrics out of wool and hides from the animals they hunt, offering that it would be a rustic look, and she has a horrible feeling he's being serious.

(Alice is in the red)

We cut to how Emmett is doing.

Emmett was thinking he'd get work as a lumberjack, it would be fun and manly, but then Alice bought that computer which has a webcamera and he thought, why not become a fitness instructor? That could spell money.

He asks Carlisle if the computer is a family computer and not just Alice's, Carlisle says yes, Alice fumes, and Emmett sets up a studio in the basement. He publishes one video per day, and his ridiculously muscular frame combined with being an insanely beautiful man wearing a blindfold so he'll be less recognizable (Carlisle's stipulation) while physically exerting himself makes him an instant hit among gay men and straight women everywhere.

(Emmett is in the green)

Esme was inspired by Alice quoting "if you're good at something, never do it for free!" and decided to become a cleaning lady who also cooks. This works really well for the first few weeks: she's incredibly sweet so everyone likes her, she's a white woman so the racists don't worry about giving her access to their possessions, and she's alarmingly talented at what she does. One hour of Esme in your home, and your house smells like cookies and looks cleaner than an operation room.

(Esme is in the green)

The problems arise once Esme's instinct to care for others conflict with her work.

Sooner or later someone struggles to pay her, or it becomes clear simply from the state of their house that this, having someone make their house look nice, is them splurging.

Esme was once on her own, working to make ends meet, and her apartment looked terrible not because she didn't try to keep it clean, but because between working, being pregnant, and saving up for a baby she had no money or energy left to do things like fix flaking tapestry or a rocky chair. And having a clean, pleasant space to live in- it sounds frivolous, but that matters.

She decides to lower the price for cleaning people's houses, and expands so she's now home maintenance, not just cleaning. Instantly she has more clients than she did before. So she expands her work hours, and lowers the price again.

Before long, she throws the towel in and starts working pro bono.

The money she made are spent on supplies, and she starts leeching off of Carlisle's paycheck.

(Esme is in the red)

The family never sees her around anymore, meanwhile the denizens of Forks are now much happier for having a real life Mary Poppins running around town helping everybody. There's a general sentiment that they should do something for this poor woman, who works pro bono for the town's poorest even when her family lost all their money. Between that and adopting all those kids, the Mr. and Mrs. Cullen are starting to look like saints.

Hey, isn't her daughter trying to start a business?

Alice gets her first few clients, three to be specific. One is Jessica Stanley's cousin who's getting married and thought she could save on the dress by having her cousin's former classmate design it, the other two are forty-something women who were touched by Esme Cullen's initiative and thought they'd do something for her daughter. Can't Alice design each of them a gown for weddings and other formal occasions?

Alice wants to be happy she's finally getting off the ground, except-

Those two forty-something women are not the kind of clients she wanted. They're not young, for starters, and they're... well, she isn't sure how to say this to them but if they want to wear one of her designs they're going to have to lose a few pounds first. And get a makeover. It's fine, she can give them a makeover, and Carlisle can set them up with a diet to lose weight (what's that, he can't? Why not? He's being completely- oh, jeeze, fine. Rosalie can come up with the diet then! Or tell them to just stop eating, period, that works too.), Alice will airbrush the photos to hell in her portfolio, THIS IS FINE.

It's not fine.

The ladies get offended and cancel their orders when Alice tries to explain this over the phone, which just goes to prove that Renesmee really needs to learn to leave the room already whenever aunt Alice has a phone call because if she'd been able to See what would happen then she could have found a way to phrase this that wouldn't have lost her two clients.

She's left with Jessica's cousin, who gave her a budget of $500.

For a wedding dress.

And Alice doesn't get to decide anything else, she knows from her gift that the wedding will be- not the worst she's seen, but a pitifully forgettable mediocre with a boring colorscheme and ugly bridesmaid dresses. Nope, she's just going to have to sit there and watch that happen, design a gorgeous dress for this subpar wedding.

Pearls before swine.

Alice tries to reason with Jessica's cousin, and offers to design the dresses for the bridesmaids at a discount. She won't ask them to lose weight, she will pay for the fabric herself if that's what it's gonna take. Fuck, she'll do this for free. Oh, what's that, Jessica's cousin, you already got the dresses? At H&M?!

... this would be a stain on her portfolio. It wouldn't advance her career at all. Alice has got to get out of this.

Jessica's cousin fires her before she can quit.

(Alice is in the red)

Jasper becomes a drug dealer.

(Jasper is in the green)

Edward and Rosalie, meanwhile, both decided that they wanted 9-5 jobs that would get them their paychecks without having to build anything.

Rosalie gets a job as an electrical engineer at an established company that'll pay her big dough, and she now has a bigger paycheck than Carlisle. The problem is that she's a young blonde woman working in STEM.

Rosalie proceeds to spend her workdays being sexually harassed by some colleagues and belittled by others, and has a terrible time.

Still, she stays on the job, because she really really wants to be able to buy things again.

(Rosalie is in the green)

Edward, with his gift and medical training, figures he would do great as a therapist. Steady supply of money, could become a lot of money if he makes a name for himself, and he'd be making a difference for people who really need it.

Carlisle is thrilled: finally, one of his kids isn't telling well-meaning ladies to lose weight, pandering to horny people on the internet (to be fair, no one has had the heart to tell Emmett this. Rosalie moderates his comment section zealously), dealing drugs, or being harassed by sexist pigs! Go forth into the world of psychotherapy, Edward, make that difference!

Edward gets certified (read: Jasper pays Mr. Jenks a visit) and, wanting to prove that he's modest and wants to do good by the world rather than seek money at his earliest convenience, accepts a job as a councillor for college students.

(Edward is in the green)

Edward proceeds to spend his days listening to students with petty problems such as doing poorly in class, breaking up with their lovers, and blah de blah. Edward could not care less about their problems. They're lying through their teeth, too, making the whole thing in an exercise in frustration.

He quits after a month.

Throughout all of this, Bella has been floundering. She has no marketable skills, and... though she won't admit it even now, she did not become a Cullen so that she would have to worry about going to work and making ends.

Just- god, she didn't care about the money, at all, definitely not, it's just that it wasn't supposed to suddenly be gone!

She eventually gets it together and starts applying for jobs.

She doesn't get any of them, not when she's applying for office jobs with nothing to show but a high school diploma.

She starts applying for retail jobs.

The worst application, by far, is calling Newton's and asking if she can have the job back (she can't, they have a new girl. They're very sorry).

(Bella is in the red)

Renesmee, wanting to pitch in, asks her grandpa Charlie if she could get a job. He lets her be his secretary, and she makes $30 per hour telling people to go to the waiting room.

(Renesmee is in the green)

Bella's daughter is now networking better than her and making more money than she ever did. Her daughter is less than two years old.

She asks Carlisle if he's got a job for her, and Carlisle takes pity on her. She is to be his secretary, just man the phone and tell people Dr. Cullen is busy when he is in fact eating squirrels in the woods before a surgery.

(Bella is in the green)

It's terribly unfortunate, then, that Bella in her awkwardness manages to make it sound like Dr. Cullen is masturbating in there (He's taking care of business, har de Cullen inside joke har har. Seriously though, you don't want to disturb him right now.) and has absolutely no ability to keep things secret so she will openly tell anyone and everyone who is seeing Dr. Cullen and for what (I can't believe Mike's got an STD! And he let it get so far, holy cow I hope somebody told Jessica. Oh my god, someone should tell Jessica).

Carlisle is put in the unenviable position of having to fire his daughter-in-law.

Alice gets desperate enough to try Carlisle's animal hides idea, and Carlisle finds himself working round the clock as he gets home from the hospital, and immediately has to go hunt down good pelts so he can then slave away in the one-man sweatshop she set up making woolen gowns. He makes sure Esme is out cleaning 24/7, lest she be dragged into this as well.

Alice still has no clients, but that she'll think of something.

Any day now.

(Alice is in the red)

Emmett gets sued. Turns out his channel was getting people hurt (lift with your backs, guys! When you're stretching, try to make it fast and jerky! Keep pushing if you're uncomfortable, that's when it's getting good!), so now he has legal problems.

Carlisle, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Jasper and Renesmee each have to pitch in the money they've made to fight this lawsuit and pay the monstrous fine Emmett gets slapped with.

(Everyone is in the red)

The Cullens hold a strategy meeting.

Who's actually made money, who's going anywhere?

Rosalie's making dough, but she's not going anywhere due to sexism in the workplace keeping her from advancing.

Alice may have gotten off to a rough start but she is going somewhere, she assures them. She just needs to change her brand: streetwear and smart casual are much more marketable, and it can still be high end, she'll just make it more down to earth. How's that?

Edward reads in her mind her ideas for $600 sheepskin tank tops, and grimaces, but he's not suicidal enough to say anything.

Carlisle is already making as much as he can at that hospital, if he wants to make more he'd have to move. And then Renesmee and Jasper would be out of work.

Renesmee is actually doing rather well for herself, she's now running errands and taking small jobs around town, picking up $20 here and $50 there. Everyone agrees Edward's niece is a delightful little girl, and she's successfully gaslighting them that she's always been this tall. Or this tall. Or this tall.

Jasper has progressed as well, he is a cleaner now. No, not the same kind as Esme. He's making more money than Carlisle and Rosalie combined, though, so Forks (Well, Seattle. And the state of Washington, really, his guys know distance isn't really a problem for him) is good by him.

Emmett still has his YouTube channel, he's posting videos of himself flexing his muscles and lifting things. People are strangely willing to pay to see that, he's got commissions to eat and wear various objects and everything. Crazy world, eh!

Realizing that his brothers are now doing better than him, one by being a gangster and the other by posting softcore porn, Edward decides to get back into psychotherapy because goddamnit this won't stand.

Bella asks Renesmee if she too can run errands and be Charlie's secretary. Renesmee readily agrees, her aging was getting too obvious anyway. She becomes Bella's... manager, is the term they land on: Renesmee gets the gigs and Bella does them, both make money.

On seeing Alice struggle without initial capital of her own, Renesmee decides that Alice can run errands too. That way, Renesmee's operation can expand and she will be more effectively be able to compete with the other kids in town trying to make dough or that accursed Esme who cleans and paints houses and mows lawns for free. How do we compete with that? By being cheaper than the other kids and better than Esme!

She has to get more manpower to pull this off, so Emmett and Edward get pulled in as well.

She ends up working Alice, Bella, Edward, and Emmett so hard that Alice's fashionista dreams get put on hold (this is also because she's making such lousy money being a one-year-old's below-minimal-wage-worker that after six months she still can't afford any of the things she needs to get started), while Renesmee has the money to hire the kids who were formerly her competition. To keep them on retainer she has to actually pay them, of course, something she didn't have to do with her family because family will work for $5 a gig.

(Renesmee is in the green)

In the end, Ivan the wealth-eating bolshevik vampire is appalled by the monster he created in Renesmee. In his outrage he takes all the Cullens' assets again, and tells the Volturi on them because he won't stand for such blatant exploitation of the workers!

Aro can't even.

#cullens #the cullens #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #carlisle cullen #renesmee cullen #renesmée cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #emmett cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #edward cullen #bella swan #do i need to tw for like... capitalism? #fuck it i will #capitalism tw #worker exploitation tw #it's tumblr

[grokebaby]

Hi!! [Points a million microphones at you]

Can I ask you about MewMew?? What's their story? What's their personality like? What relationship do they have with Evilicus? If they could send a message to the world, what would it be? Are they a milk-before-cereal or a cereal-before-milk kind of individual? (Or none? Do they even drink milk? I heard grown-up cats couldn't have milk)

+ any random facts you want to add! Take this ask as a ranting invitation.

HII OH MY GOURSH!! WHERE DID ALL THESE MICROPHONES COME FROM

This is such a nice surprise! Alot of what you're asking upfront can be discovered by just looking at everything I've posted about Mew thus far :) here's a few posts to get started though > Mew and Evie Part1 and Part2, follow ups to that part3 and Part4

Those are pretty good for catching up on what the "situation" between them is currently! The story is ongoing and I plan to reveal stuff about their past as well, slowly. I'd planned new developments to their current situation and adding more characters but I don't have the technical opportunities to do that now (irl stuff going on lol).

I've also answered tons of asks to talk about Mewmew in the past but I'm not sure how reliable tumblrs search function is... I'm very sorry. 🐟

Basic summaries!

Mewmew (Original intro post) - (m/ms or mew/mews) A mecha shapeshifter cat thing with a go getter attitude and a dark past in the Galactic alliance of public safety, aka a several galaxies wide military force. Mewmew has since retired due to preferring actually peaceful methods to attain peace. Now lives in a far off peaceful human village in the mountains and wants to live a normal life and do the little, everyday things that matter. If m could send a message to the world, it would be "Be kinder to everyone. This includes nyourself"

Evilicus - (they/them) An ex powerful demon lord covered head to toe in cursed armor, with a very nihilistic attitude and a grim perception of the world. Though since being defeated by the heroic Mewmew and hitting absolute rock bottom, they're aiming to do better, if at least for the sake of being fair to Mew, who ever so kindly offered them shelter even after their messy history. Rather oblivious to things we consider ordinary, and quite clumsy once you get past the spiky demeanor.

Their relationship - this may be subject to change as their story goes on but both have difficult feelings about each other I can say that much. Evie struggles with what's fair and acceptable behavior and tends to be jumpy around Mew as well as prone to outbursts (in fear or otherwise). Mewmew struggles with compassion fatigue and feeling like m needs to be a good person but struggling to find the limits and boundaries within that and knowing where to give or take in any situation.

More posts exploring this Here, and Here. (These ones in particular happen to be very grim)

Note that while the character premises are obviously silly, I do explore very dark topics in this story and I find alot of passion taking silly character archetypes and applying some level of realism onto them and putting them in situations that way :) it's not an "Edgy" reimagining, I genuinely love these characters and love exploring their roles in a story while balancing their inherent sillyness. Still, be warned!

More on Evilicus related stuff Here, here and Here

HERE'S A DRAWING REFERENCE POST

Milk before cereal? - Mewmew can in fact drink cows milk, m isn't a Cat (the animal) the way we know it. Mewmew is an alien biomechanical entity. Who chose to look like an earth cat, and is approximately under two meters tall. Frankly mew doesn't care for which one goes in the bowl first, ms eaten dry kibble before (yes, cat food.) but tends to prefer vegan options for milk, so soy rice or oat. Other than that, no notable preference! Mewmew is quite passionate about environmentalism

#Mewmew Agricola #(official Mewmew tag) #Dark lord Evilicus #(official Evie tag) #Ask #Character notes #Ref #Wow this ended up being. Quite a post #I gathered so much for this I hope the links behave #THANK YOU THIS WAS EXCITING PLEASE ENJOY!!!!

[thenomadclan]

My God of War OC Lore

Andreas (Ἀνδρέας) Backstory:

•Andreas was born in Athens Greece when the invasion of the Barbarian of the East began, and the Spartan Army held them off. Out of fear, his family moved to Dion, at the foot of Mount Olympus to be protected by the Olympian Gods. When Andreas grew to a capable child, he was taught the ways of the blade and the art of the hunt by his father, a former Spartan who married a Athenian women. However in his free time, Andreas would study the arts of Ancient Greek Wrestling (Pále) winning a couple tournaments in his young growling life. His skills grew so great that it caught the eyes of the local soldiers, he’d be shipped off to military camp till he was a capable young man to defend his cities boarders. 

Oftentimes Andreas was a part of religious figures transportations, helping “Seers” safely travel the Wildlands of Greece. Little did he run into humans but ran into many monsters, in his platoon he was known as “The Monster Slayer” for the amount of creatures he put down. A couple of years later Andreas had gathered a high reputation, being considered the greatest sword for hire when not defending Dion. He made sure to have his family live comfortably and safe…that was till tragedy struck, when Andreas was walking home he felt the Earth shake and a storm randomly emerging.

Rocks began to fall hitting civilians, instinctively Andreas looked up to see titans long thought to be dead climbing Mount Olympus. Quickly Andreas ran toward his home, upon arriving he found his family thankfully safe, hugging his wife and child as well as his old parents. He’d escort them towards the lifeboats, when almost arriving near the docks he saw his mother's head get caved in by a falling boulder. His Father crumbled to his knees in hysteria, as he tried to convince him to get on his knees he heard his Daughter and Wife scream, and when he turned around he was met with a punching wave of water. 

Upon awakening and coughing up the salty water, Andreas found himself on top of a mountain peak, surrounded by black waters and tornados screeching across the area. He could barely see out of his right eye, being that side of his face was covered in blood leaving him confused and disoriented. Though something did catch his blurry vision, a man with white skin and red markings stabbed himself in the distance with a blue glowing sword, releasing a blue like energy into the sky. Andreas would then collapse exhausted, watching as the man flung himself off the mountain into the water. When eventually coming to, he was in a medical bed, healers surrounding him.

When he asked where he was, they all looked at each other and showed him what remained of Dion…which was nothing but broken ruins and tents of those they could find. Andreas' family didn’t make it, saying how it was a miracle or what remained of the Gods blessings that he managed to survive the crashing tsunami of a wave. Andes would hear everything of what happened, how Kratos…the Legendary General and Ghost of Sparta had killed the major Olympian Gods and claimed that he still lived. Something inside Andreas snapped, he grew angry, resentful, and hungry for vengeance. Upon arriving at his tent which was on top of his home, covered in rubble, he was visited by 3 Gods…Alastor (God of Avenger of Evil Deeds), Astraea (Goddess of Justice), and Nemesis (Goddess of Revenge).

They explained how they have been watching Andreas for a long time, noting his feats and victories in wars, battles and skirmishes. They also explained how what they were about to offer him, would bring Andreas life purpose. The remaining Gods of Olympus want a strong warrior to hunt down the one responsible for the chaos, and bring him to death. The Gods pointed out that Andreas was the one to be their sword, their bounty hunter, their Vengeance….and that’s what Andreas wanted. For the better part of 700-800 years of training with Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt), Nike (Goddess of Victory), Asclepius (God of Medicine), and Circe (Goddess of Sorcery & Magic) the only Gods who would lend Andreas their blessings, powers, and skills they could spare. 

Andreas was molded into being the perfect warrior, the perfect hunter, and executioner of justice and revenge. Now that remained was an oath, a pack that can’t be broken until what is asked is done. Artemis held a weapon of two swords and chains, using her godly magic she had the weapons levitate above Andrea’s with him holding his arms out towards the Gods. He made his oath to hunt down and kill the “Ghost of Sparta” and would not stop what he’d have to do till it was done, with that Artemis dropped the chains, having them wrapped around and burned into Andrea’s forearms. He winced, but refused to show weakness or pain to the Gods that had given him this chance. 

Andreas would hold the weapons tightly, refusing to let its otherworldly nature overpower him, he held the blades tightly and clashed them together then revealing to have transformed them into one long blade ... .The Blade of Artemis. The Gods smiled in pride, with his final test complete Andreas was immediately sent off to hunt Kratos but before he left, the Goddess of Justice marked his skin with the blood of those who lost their life when innocent, forming in the swirl that Kratos had in a form of mockery. Upon reaching the docks to begin his travels, one last God, one from the shadows made his appearance. Moros (God of Impending Doom) offered Andreas one last gift, one that would secure his victory against the “Fate Breaker”. He offered his power of an Undying Soul as well as the power for whoever he faced, would not defy fate ... .Eventually his foe will be defeated and killed by his hand if he so chooses. Despite his speculations, Andreas needed this and took the deal, feeling a disgusting feeling of his soul being tainted and darkened, when he ripped away from Moros the God disappeared. 

Andreas would never feel the same, feeling like something was inside him, something disgusting and foul. When arriving at the docs to take his ship to the location found west of Greece, the water…spoke to him, Triton (God of Waves) and the Son of Poseidon offered his small powers of the waves on the Andreas Ship, blessing it to be the fastest ship in all the 7 seas and strong enough to weather any storm. With that final blessing, Andreas made his way to what would be known as Midgard to begin his tale of revenge.

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GOW OC’s Greek Gods & Goddesses Allies:

•Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt)

Gives Andreas the “Blades of the Hunt” which when combined turns into the legendary “Blade of Artemis”. She also trained Andreas in Warrior and Hunting Combat with the help of her Amazon Worshippers.

•Nike (Goddess of Victory)

Her Siblings (Personification of Power & Personification of Glory) transferred their life force to the Andreas, being a personification of Power & Glory. Nike trained Andreas in the style of Warfare and once earned after defeating the Goddess of Victory, they transferred their power to the Andreas to ensure the Avenging of the Greek Pantheon is secured.

•Asclepius (God of Medicine)

Gives Andreas the knowledge to know all ingredients to make medical or poisonous herbs potions even in foreign lands.

•Triton (God of Waves)

After the death of Poseidon (his son), Triton helps Andreas by gifting him a boat to cross over all the 7 seas in the world quicker than any man made boat.

•Alastor (God of Avenger of Evil Deeds)

After the events of GOW3, Alastor was the first God Andreas met and convinced Andreas to be brought up to Mount Olympus and trained to Avenge the Greek Pantheon once discovered that Kratos still lived in far away lands.

•Moros (God of Impending Doom)

When Andreas was about to set sail to hunt down the Ghost of Sparta, Moros was there to strike a deal with the Andreas for Moros’s Power, setting Kratos against insurmountable odds that his “Fate Breaker” abilities can not escape his impending son to come Death.

•Astraea (Goddess of Justice)

After the Events of GOW3, rightfully Justice wasn’t served, but once the OC was brought to what remained on Mount. Olympus to hunt down the “Ghost of Sparta” she channeled her Godly Blessings onto the Andreas to bring Justice to all who suffered at the hands of Kratos, even giving the Andreas a red marking similar to Kratos that was the blood stained innocent lives forever as a reminder to the Andreas of what he is fighting for.

•Nemesis (Goddess of Revenge)

After the Events of GOW3, Revenge was the only thing on Andreas’s mind to the point it was maddening…they lost everything…someone had to pay for this, good news being that Nemesis, Astraea, and Alastor were there to give what Andreas craved…a chance at Revenge. 

•Demeter (Goddess of Agriculture)

One of the Gods/Goddesses who gave their “Blessing” or “Power” of their assigned gifts to Andreas. Demeter gave her power of Agriculture to Andreas, not so much to grow food but to grow vegetation, vines or trees to OC’s command for either living off of or defense/attacking capability. 

•Circe (Goddess of Sorcery & Magic)

One of the hardest Gods/Goddesses to convince of relinquish their “Blessing” or “Power” to Andreas, teaching them the ways of Magic, even teaching how to drain and possess power of their opponent, like a leech. 

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OC/Mascots Weapons, Armor & Magic/Powers:

•Blades of the Hunt (Abilities include: Being able to understand Animals or Creatures when holding the hilt, Summon the Souls of Greeks Creatures that Andreas has Slain, and to call upon any Creature or Animal within close proximity to Andreas to take control of. They can also harness the power of the elements with their most powerful elemental combo involving lightning, the last of Zeus Power.)

•Blade of Artemis (When Blades of the Hunt are Combined, has the same abilities as the “Blades of the Hunt” even when combined.)

•Gungnir (The Spear of Odin, the spear is said to always hit its target regardless of the targets skill, as well as have the ability to grow at any length required by the user for its effectiveness. Andreas found the spear in a Draugr’s graveyard, the only thing left after the war on Asgard.)

•Jarnsmida Noble Placket Armor (Made by the only member of the Huldra Dwarf Brothers “Sindri”, used Royal materials from the mines filled with deadly creatures, was said to be made to be indestructible like its wearer, able to tank blunt objects and sharpe weapons without a scratch.)

•Olympian Rage (Which is similar to Kratos' Spartan Rage, but turned up to 10 all the way as the remaining Olympians transferred their rage onto the Mortal to give him godly strength to rival the Ghost of Sparta.)

•Plant Manipulation (Given the gift of Demeter to control not only Plant Growth but control to his will, similar to that of Freya’s Plant Magic.)

•Leeching Magic (The Ability to extract magic the user is withholding in their body can be transferred to OC’s Blades of the Hunt.)

•Undying Soul (OC has a tainted soul that can’t be killed, can’t be trapped, and can’t be dragged into the underworld. As long as Kratos is alive, so shall OC, only then will the curse be lifted.)

•Doomed Victory (Whoever decides to fight the OC will have the fated ability to be beaten or killed, the curse of never ending victory till his revenge is fulfilled to then have the curse be lifted.)

•Healing Factor (That range from surviving simple stab or slashes to dismemberment and life ending actions.)

•Super Human / Godly Strength (The Strength of Andreas was always limited when human, but slowly began to break limits for a normal mortal, with each day of hatred and vengeance. Even going into this fight it’s unsure how strong Andreas is but surely enough to match Kratos.) 

•Super Human / Godly Durability (With all the training he received from the Gods and those who were tasked in training him, his skin went from soft flesh to steel like armor skin.)

•Super Human Speed (Sadly due to Hermes no longer alive, the speed Andreas would have to obtain would be through the hard work he put in, training himself to be faster in reflexes and striking.)

•Super Human / Godly Agility (When training with Artemis & her Amazons, Andreas had to learn to travel through dense jungle, having to run through obstacles without stopping if he didn’t want to get caught.)

•Super Human / Godly Stamina (With all of Andreas' challenging labors and training, his stamina grew past peak human, while he could run through Greece from top of the border to the bottom without stopping. The same could be said of his ability to never get tired in a fight, and to manage to stay awake for many nights without the hint of requiring sleep.)

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(That’s all I have for right now! I’m having my good artist friend Kuran on my Discord, to give you guys a physical look at my OC Andreas. I hope you guys enjoyed this little sample of what I got so far, but if you would like to know more by all means comment or “ask a question” to know more ^^)

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[atths--twice]

Finding the Courage

After the events of Amor Fati, thoughts and feelings have not been expressed. Tonight that will change...

It was quiet in the car as they drove down the dark and nearly vacant highway. Mulder glanced at Scully from the corner of his eye and sighed silently, not wanting to disturb her.

The case had troubled him in his own way and knowing Scully as he did, he knew it had troubled her as well.

A car drove by on the opposite side of the road as they came around a corner and he turned his head at the sudden brightness, the lights dimming only briefly as the car continued on.

Darkness once again lay before them and the silence in the car seemed to grow louder.

“Can you pull over?” Scully asked quietly and he turned his head to look at her, frowning in concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Can you just… stop the car?” she asked, taking off her seatbelt and shaking her head.

“Yeah,” he said, turning on the blinker and looking around to be sure it was clear even though they were the only car on the road.

The tires crunched over loose rocks and gravel as the car came to a stop. Scully was out and closing the door before he had put the car in park. He watched as she pulled her coat around herself, her breath coming out in large white puffs. Turning off the car, he left the headlights on and got out, closing the door softly.

She paced in front of the lights, shaking her head as she continued to breath heavily. He waited with his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the car, wondering if she was feeling sick or something else was on her mind.

Stopping suddenly, she turned to look at him and let out a deep breath. He tilted his head slightly and she shook her head.

“He waited so long,” she said and he frowned again.

“Who?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Henry,” she replied, shaking her head and sighing.

“Oh,” he said, nodding as he thought about their case.

A woman, Kari Montgomery, had gone missing and the last place she had been seen was on a hiking trail. Strange symbols had been spray painted on the side of her car and a roughly hewn stick doll had been placed under a windshield wiper.

The local authorities suspected witchcraft, but Mulder had his doubts, as it all felt rather staged.

“Too much like a Blair Witch copycat,” he had said to Scully, shaking his head as he looked at the car and traced a gloved finger over the spray paint. “I think it’s bored teens thinking they’re being funny.”

Instead of focusing on the fantastic, they had walked into the woods to speak to a man who lived along the trail.

Henry Statler, a rather reclusive man, had not taken kindly to their arrival, answering the door with a shotgun in hand, his expression wary.

When the reason for their visit had been explained, he had pitched forward whispering Kari’s name. Falling against the doorframe, Mulder had caught the shotgun in his hands before it hit the ground and Scully had reached out to help Henry.

Henry had known Kari all his life, even dating near the end of high school, though it had been incredibly brief. A fight over something stupid had left them angry and vowing to never speak again. She had left a few weeks later for college and he had stayed in town working odd jobs.

When she had finished with her education, she moved back home with plans to teach at the elementary school she had attended in her youth.

At a bar one night, she had run into Henry and attempted to speak to him. But it had turned into a shouting match, as Henry had been drunk and any chance of a reconciliation between them had been severed.

Henry had moved into the cabin in the woods and was rarely seen again, thus creating an air of mystery and fear around him. Children would dare one another to knock on his door, screaming as they ran away, their friends laughing behind them.

Knowing he lived out there, Kari avoided coming too close to his property when she hiked along the trails on the weekends.

“I’ve seen her out here,” Henry had told them as they sat at his cluttered dining room table, his hands shaking as he drank a glass of water. “I fish in the river that’s back aways. I see her come there sometimes and sit by the water.”

“Do you ever speak to her?” Scully had asked and he had shaken his head, his eyes falling to the table.

“No,” he had whispered. “But I’ve wanted to every time I’ve seen her. I’ve wanted to tell her how sorry I am. To tell her…” He had shaken his head again and exhaled loudly.

“That you love her,” Mulder had supplied and Henry had nodded as Scully looked at Mulder in surprise.

“Since I was seven years old. She followed me around the playground even when I asked her to leave me alone,” Henry had said, laughing and then stopping short. “You can’t tell me what to do, Henry Statler. That’s what she said to me. That day and many times after.”

Mulder had smiled at him and then caught Scully’s eye before she had looked away and back at Henry.

“What can I do?” Henry had asked, wiping his eyes and standing to his feet. “How can I help?”

For three days, a search party had combed the woods.

Henry had been there every day, staying out late into the night, forgoing sleep and even food. He had not given up, and on the fourth morning, he had been the one to find her.

There had been no witchcraft. Nothing sinister even.

Kari had been walking and she slipped down a hill, sustaining many injuries including a broken ankle, a broken rib, numerous cuts and bruises, and a mild concussion. As she had attempted to get her bearings, she came across a dilapidated old house. Knowing she could not stay there, but walking closer to get out of the rain that had begun to fall, she had stumbled and fallen through the rotted wood of a spring cellar and down the five steps, knocking her unconscious.

Exhausted and injured further, she had faded in and out, unable to call out for help. Henry had found her, given her water and dressed her wounds as well as he could, leaving to call for help and returning to stay with her until it had arrived.

He had sat outside of her hospital room, waiting until she had woken and asked for him, the worry he had been carrying, falling away as he had stood to his feet.

“They knew each other for so long, Mulder,” Scully said, as he remembered the smile on Henry’s face when Kari had reached for his hand. “They had so many opportunities to fix what was wrong and they never took it. Not until it was almost too late.”

“People are stubborn that way,” he said and she sighed, her breath a cloud of vapor.

“I know they are,” she said, holding his gaze. “I know I am.”

“Stubborn? You?” he teased, but she did not smile, and he shook his head with a sigh. “What’s on your mind, Scully?”

“It’s a constant.”

“What is?”

“Us. This… thing between us.”

“Thing?” he asked, his pulse jumping.

“This thing that reaches a point, but then never goes further,” she whispered, her eyes shining with tears in the moonlight. “Right to the line, but never crossing it.”

“Scully…”

“Words said, but so many others left unsaid. Important ones that stay in our heads, but aren’t articulated. Not… not the way they should have been. Especially when they’ve had to be known. To have been heard…” She continued to stare at him and then he realized what she was not saying.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head as he remembered lying nearly comatose in a hospital bed, his brain burning, when he had finally heard the one voice he had longed to hear.

“No?”

“I never…” He sighed and then licked his lips. “I heard so many words, conversations buzzing around me like insects. I heard those who addressed me, explaining themselves as they sought for me to understand their reasons for their behavior. I heard their lies, their deceit, their pain. Heard the words not spoken aloud.”

“And from me?” she asked, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. “What did you hear from me?”

“The truth. Always the truth.”

“Which means what?” she whispered.

“Words buzzed and pained me,” he said again. “Until I heard your voice.” Her tears slipped out and fell down her cheeks as she drew in a ragged breath.

“You heard me? You heard-”

“I heard you speaking to the doctors and then speaking to me. Out loud. Not in my head.”

“Not my thoughts?”

“No.”

“Why?” she whispered, wiping her cheeks. “Why theirs and not mine?”

“Because,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “In the torrent of their thoughts and the lies that I didn’t want to hear, the words you spoke were my saving grace. A shelter given in which to rest and calm my mind.”

She stared at him, her breathing becoming faster. He smiled as he reached for her hand.

“You didn’t… didn’t hear me?”

“I heard you,” he whispered, squeezing her hand gently. “Heard you.”

“Mulder…” she breathed, stepping closer as she kept her eyes on him.

“I heard the truth in your words. The worry and the concern you voiced. I didn’t need to hear your thoughts when your truth was loud and clear,” he said, shaking his head. “Was there something that you wanted me to hear, Scully?” She exhaled a laugh as she wiped at her eyes.

“No,” she said. “Yes…?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head and letting out a deep breath. “I didn’t want you to hear it as a thought in my head. But… time is passing by and I’ve said nothing. I’m such a coward.”

“Hmm,” he hummed again as he closed his eyes and bent forward to rest his forehead against hers. “I don’t agree with that statement.”

“But I have been. I know I have. And being here the last few days, I saw myself in Henry’s reluctance and I… I want that to change.”

“I’m all for change,” he whispered, pulling back slightly so he could press his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly.

She gripped the lapels of his coat in her hands, the vapor of her breath passing over him.

“I love you,” she whispered and he froze, his eyes opening. Pulling back again, he stared at her.

She was breathing hard, her mouth opening and closing a few times, though no words came out. He brought his hands up to cup her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly.

“I love you,” she whispered again and he smiled.

“God. I love you too,” he replied and she nodded as she laughed and cried.

Bending his head, he held her face as he kissed her. She moved her hands from his coat to hold his forearms, their kisses slow.

A car drove past and she pulled back, still holding onto him. She smiled and he kissed her once more before stepping back and searching her face. She nodded and he grinned.

Moving apart, they got back into the car and he started the engine. She reached for his hand when they pulled back onto the highway and he took it, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. She hummed and dipped her head, smiling shyly. He grinned and kissed her hand again as they drove to the motel.

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He woke to the sound of muffled shouting and he jumped out of bed, peeking through the curtain to be sure everything was okay. Seeing a group of teenagers skateboarding in the parking lot, he let out a sigh of relief as he closed the curtain and turned away from the window.

Glancing toward the bed, he walked to the television and turned it on, hoping the low volume would cover the noise outside. With a look to the bed again, he nodded and went to use the bathroom.

Closing the door quietly behind him when he was finished, he stopped in front of the television and watched as a fox jumped and spun through a hill of purplish pink flowers.

“The young fox runs through a field of wildflowers,” the narrator of the documentary stated. “Perhaps he has been spooked by another animal, or perhaps he has seen a vixen and he is showing off to gain her attention.”

“Or perhaps…” Mulder whispered with a smile. “Perhaps said vixen has indicated that she loves him for the very first time and he can’t help but react in such a manner.”

“Hmm,” came a low hum from the bed and Mulder turned his head to watch Scully as she shifted in her sleep.

“Yeah,” he continued in a whisper. “I’m certain his vixen has expressed her love and he’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life.”

“Hmmm… Mmmulder?” Scully breathed, as she ran her hand over the spot he had recently vacated and he walked to stand beside the bed.

“I’m here,” he whispered and she opened her eyes. Frowning in the brightness, she quickly closed them again.

“Mmm… why is the television on?” she said with a small groan and he smiled.

“There was noise outside, some boys skateboarding, so I thought I’d-”

“Add to it?” she asked, shifting again and the sound of her legs moving beneath the covers made his pulse race. “Turn it off and come back to bed.” A shout of triumph was heard outside and she smiled, opening her eyes briefly to look at him. “Hear that? They agree with me.”

“Yeah, I heard,” he said with a chuckle as he stepped back and turned off the television.

The room was dark once again and the noise of the skateboarders now seemed louder than before.

“That won’t bother you?” he asked as he joined her in bed, her bare legs entwining with his as she moved closer to him, her arm wrapping around his waist.

“Would you ask them to stop if it did?”

“If you wanted me to, I would,” he said, running a finger down her spine, causing her to shiver.

“In your current state of dress?” she teased as she ran her fingernails across his bare back in retaliation and he chuckled.

“Well, I’d put something on,” he assured her.

“If that’s the case, then no, the sound doesn’t bother me at all,” she said, kissing his neck and pulling him closer, her naked breasts pressing into his chest. “It took us far too long to reach this point. If it means you’d leave this bed again, I can handle a little bit of adolescent noise.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in agreement as he closed his eyes and traced circles up and down her back, causing her to moan softly.

“Mulder,” she whispered as she kissed his neck again.

“Dude! That was bitchin’!” a voice yelled outside as another cheer went up and Scully chuckled.

“I love you,” she said, snuggling even closer as she yawned.

“I love you too,” he said, breathing in her scent before he also yawned.

Hearing her breathing slow as she fell asleep, naked in his arms, he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

He chuckled quietly as he recalled the scene of the young fox gallivanting through a sea of flowers. His actions could have been completely random, but considering his own overwhelming happiness at the moment, Mulder was not convinced.

Feeling a sense of connection to his namesake, Mulder was certain that somewhere out of camera shot, a sleek haired vixen sat watching the fox’s antics, completely aware of the reason he was unable to contain his outright joy.

And she was smiling.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #light angst #post amor fati #season 7 #worry and concern #discussions of feelings #kissing #forehead kisses #first time #snuggling and cuddling #naked cuddling #teasing #declaration of love

[puppetmaster13u]

Crossover Idea 3

Batman (or DC in general but mostly focusing on batfam) and AtLA crossover, but probably not the usual way.

For one, there's no benders, not out everywhere. The creatures that taught the first are long dead, and the small communities of what people saw as mystical beings far gone. So how would one learn bending? Well while the people may be gone, their writings are not.

Enter Alfred- not a bender himself as far as the rest of the family knows- but the last of a long line who have kept each scroll and meticulously guarded them. Carefully taking care of lost knowledge and making sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

Now Alfred has been holding these scrolls for years, decades even, when a young Bruce Wayne enters his care, his parents' death shaking both of them.

Alfred doesn't exactly mean to start teaching Bruce, but the child is so lost, and angry, and so close to shattering from the scattered cracks across him... At first it's merely meditation techniques, done after nightmares, then before bed. Then it grows, his the child wishing to learn how to fight, to defend himself, to defend others, and Alfred cannot find himself to say no.

So Bruce learns. For just a bit, he can let go of worries, of his fear and panic and everything else and simply live. He still leaves on his training trip, a decade gone as Alfred watches over the manor. He trains and learns and adapts, never using the wind among others even as it calls to him.

The wind is free-flowing, slippery, fast, but he learns, different styles, aggressive ones, defensive ones. Some he adds to his own bending style, adapting them to that free flowing graceful style, now accented with near rock-shattering hits, blades of wind carefully coating hands. Others he leaves for non-bending, at least for his own, writing and drawing and putting down ideas. When he returns to Alfred, it is with a lighter weight on his back, and arms laden with both notes and drawings.

Gotham starts to whisper about a flying shadow soon after, gliding between buildings and darting between crime scene to crime scene. Gotham doesn't believe in Gods, but a ghost? A spirit? That they can believe in, even if they're unsure as to if it's a guardian, or sign of something worse to come.

And then the children spirits start to appear.

#batman au #batman x atla #semi long post #prompts #I have so many more thoughts about this honestly #Airbender Bruce Wayne #His cloak can snap out like a glider if he wants it to #And he can coat the blades on his arms and claws on his gloves in 'sharp' air #Cause a cold chill for smaller things #Or straight up airbend air from someone's lungs #Not that he'd do that #Okay maybe Joker if Jason died #Airbender Dick Grayson #A flying grayson grounded #only to gain a new pair of wings #Firebender Barbara Gordon #they say sometimes the clocktower glows #though she prefers lightning bending #Firebender Jason Todd #It's the thing that tips them off on who the red hood is #he may have hid it from the league as best he could but jason never stopped training #the first chance he had to go home he did #it was a very tearful and semi violent reunion #Waterbender Tim Drake #He didn't mean to blood bend when Bruce was lost in time #but he was scared and desperate and just wanted to get his dad back #Exploding ninjas? #yeah more like exploding into gore though #Earthbender Stephanie Brown #Do you think metalbenders could metalbend bullets or guns

[seoul-bros]

Back to the eighties with Like Crazy

I woke up early last Friday to watch the Like Crazy premier and promptly disappeared down the rabbit hole. I only emerged again today. I have debated about writing this post. I'm still not sure people will understand or even want to hear the associations I have made with this song. All of it makes me respect even more the beautiful, talented, endlessly brave and honest Park Jimin.

I really had no idea about the emotions that I was going to experience with this song. I am listening non-stop to all five versions of the song today (interspersed with other Jimin and BTS songs as required for streaming) and I still can’t quite work out why this song hits so hard.

Is it the synth pop style? Or the mullet and sparkly denim? Is it the bathroom wall stickers of British rock legends Queen and The Kinks or perhaps the Mapplethorpe pictures on his shiny leather trousers.

Intentionally or not this song and this music video, successfully evoked vivid memories of life in the late 80s and early 90s in the UK. It was a time of serious political and social conflict. The threat of nuclear war was ever present and our government was busy trying, and in many cases succeeding, to drive wedges between different groups of people: rich and poor, young and old, black and white, gay and straight. Student protest was alive and well and fighting on many fronts. Here are some of the badges I had pinned to my big coat at the time as I marched through the streets of London to Westminster.

But there are some important ones missing from that collection.

The AIDs crisis of the early eighties created a climate of fear and hate towards the LGBT community and homosexual men, in particular, which led to the passing of Section 28 in 1988. Section 28 stated that local authorities "shall not intentionally promote homosexuality or publish material with the intention of promoting homosexuality" or "promote the teaching in any maintained school of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship".

This had an immediate negative effect on groups that were trying to fight for LGBT rights and develop better public understanding of AIDS. What I remember most though, was the bravery of those that stood up to this government promoted intolerance risking public ridicule and hate in their campaign to change the law. This was sometimes people in the public eye like Ian McKellen.

But more commonly it was just ordinary people trying to live their lives in the most honest way possible and facing an extremely hostile social climate head on. The devastating series It's a Sin did much to capture the feel of 1980s Britain and reflect the lives of young people at the time.

The vibrancy of the nightclub scene and the glittering fragility of beautiful young men and women determined to live life on their own terms seems to me to also be reflected in Jimin's video.

“I tried to express the feelings of that movie (Like Crazy),” Jimin told Rolling Stone in a recent interview. “You know, the somewhat complex, somewhat lonely, somewhat happy emotions. I tried to express all these ambiguous and subtle emotions in a slightly sexy way, but I’m not sure how it’ll end up being received by people.”

Anyone who has been clubbing can probably recognise those heightened emotions, the feeling of getting lost in the music and the moment. It is unforgettable, visceral and totally life affirming.

But it can also be fleeting and when it is passed sometimes what is left is the feeling of acute loneliness. Lost in the crowd. Alone again.

Jimin seems to know all about these feelings and has chosen to express them in Like Crazy. In referencing Mapplethorpe we can also assume that he knows something about LGBT history and has chosen to pay homage to it and to the people that fought and continue to fight for LGBT rights. He is showing us what is important to him and he is being as open as he can about who he is and what he believes. Jimin is giving us all a lesson in self realisation.

Post Date: 28/03/2023

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