#VEN WHAT HAPPENED !!!!! SHAKING HIM

[orchideae]

1) Opens up drafts with my head empty, ready to be flooded, not knowing where I'll go. 2) 30 seconds later: Okay but I will go feral any day of my life over Perilous Trail, and the fierce dichotomy of Xiao and Yelan. While they're far from being 'the same', they both view themselves as soldiers in one way or another (it's a very difficult word to use for Yelan, so I'm using it very liberally and very loosely), they have both suffered losses on the 'battlefield' and carry the burden thereof in their own ways. And yet they stand so firmly in opposition throughout the entirety of that questline up until the very end of the 'the end of the line' conclusion of the quest. Yes, I know that she offers him her gratitude in its aftermath and it is genuine, but she still never agrees with him and the decision that he made moments earlier. It simply 'worked out' because of Zhongli's interference, he's the only reason it worked out. And it's because of that, that she doesn't give him a hell of a hard time (obviously she can't go down there, but imagine the inner frustration of severe extents; when you condemn someone who you can't even see anymore). In the same way that she would do to anyone who would sacrifice themselves for others, but in this case, I think it's 'beautiful' that it's to Xiao; the one who seems most adamant to do so (which honestly, fits into the contract that the Yakshas chose to sign with Morax; 'the ultimate sacrifice' to protect for Liyue; 'for Liyue', and Liyue has always centered itself around its people), the one who everyone reveres (and so does she, as she notes in her voiceline, 'if I ever have the honor to fight alongside') and respects for good reason, she stands against him, because in that moment, regardless of his status, he makes a call that she considers wrong. And he doesn't even... fight her on it very fiercely, and that's what actually hurts me the most, it's as if the following line hit the nail directly on the head?

"Besides, if you were really so determined to end it all, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to share our opinions."

#[ mini study. ] that which hides inside her… that constant calling; it is the blood of heroes which has been howling for 500 years. #[ and then shortly after 'the point is: it's not time for drastic measures yet.' ] #[ /shakes ven into another dimension. ] #[ i thought the ost at the end of perilous ruined me enough. but tale of the yakshas may actually ruin me more. ] #[ also i love how i typed up the bit of the contract and 'for liyue' and zhongli in my head isn't rattling at bars but-- ] #[ he's sipping his tea (the equivalent). one day ven. i /promise/ you. one day you'll get him from me. ] #[ he'll likely be the 2nd genshin blog to run alongside yelan if/when i get to being able to run two again. ] #[ but until then. can we talk about the dynamic of xiao and yelan until we're blue in the face? i'd like to do that too. ] #[ i type this as if i'm perfectly chill but i'm not. i'm really not. the concept of self sacrifice and sacrifice as a whole. ] #[ BETWEEN THESE TWO. drives me /insane/. and part of me sits here and goes-- ] #[ god. what happened with yelan and her team down there? we know that despite every plan she ever made and prepared-- ] #[ their enemies (WHAT WERE YOU FIGHTING??) were too powerful and more specifically-- too smart. too calculating. ] #[ ... and too strong (okay literally what on earth were you fighting? are we talking the khaenri'ah soldiers? like what? or abyss mages?) ] #[ (but abyss mages don't exactly entirely fit the description in her story. ugh. UGH). ] #[ any way-- it was her and her team. /they/ all died and she didn't. yanfei describes it as... ] #[ 'knowing that your life was saved when others weren't'. surely the millilith didn't intervene or happen to arrive. yelan must've... ] #[ gotten away? or something? but that doesn't feel quite right. but i'm just sitting here left with the idea of... when you lead a team. ] #[ you bear the responsibility of even their lives. and yet despite bearing that responsibility; she's exactly the one who lived. ] #[ the only one who did. that has to be a /stupid/ burden. it's like the captain who has to go down with the ship but is the only one... ] #[ who gets to live. only one who gets to survive. i just. ] #[ i didn't think i'd love a character as much as this one. where did she come from; jesus christ. ]

[lanternlightss]

Have you ever thought about what Zongli said about the death of gods and then just look at Decarbrian. Im not sure Hoyoverse did, but boy do I. because veritably, The Rebellion lived.

That and the Demon Juice that is Karma that came from dead evil gods because I do think that Decagon here counts.

What If Venti did something, what if THATS how he became a god.

Stolen Divinity and a Stolen Face (maybe. Idk just spitballing)

HONESTLY YEAH

VENTI WHAT HAPPENED

like havria exploded and killed everything in vicinity, forever trapping them in salt caskets. andrius,,, he gave up his life so that the lands wouldn’t be as harsh, it went into the environment?? directed somewhere. and yeah yeah, the karma from dead gods!!!! in any situation the results would’ve been terrible!!!

once again i am looking so incredibly hard at the sigils in his tower. is he still there. is venti doing everything in his power to keep him sealed away. venti. venti how much of the power do you have is from celestia and how much of is it from decarabian!!! venti!!!!!!! what is down there are we ever going to revisit it!!

but honestly real it would be incredibly interesting if venti grabbed ahold of decarabian’s dying breath and shoved. a wisp already grieving and wanting nothing more to happen to the people, to let them keep the freedom that they fought hard for, the one that two of his friends will never get to see. you’ve taken so much from them. never again. but maybe that was good ol deccy’s last wish?? maybe he didn’t want to hurt the people anymore and threw it at the nearest ,,, option? i am shaking hyv by the Shoulders.

stolen divinity,,,, the mental image of wispti just going up to deccy at the end of the fight and just yoinking the power from him like kirby is so funny. esp if the old mond crew are just like “????!! VENTI WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET BACK HERE” “helping :D” “YOU JUST ATE A GODS POWER COME HERE”

but like. squints. venti doesn’t really tell people when he’s hurting and brushes it off. squints. you absorbed the corruption and went about your day, did you somehow absorb the karma. venti. venti—

#ven voice and ill just take that from you thank you <3 #anyways there should have been an explosion #looks at the tower when are you going to explode #VEN WHAT HAPPENED !!!!! SHAKING HIM #nb voice it’s really nice that you have these powers now :) you can fly even higher #ven who was about to tell him that he maybe kinda sorta absorbed deccy: /s w e a t s/ #cue nb grabbing ven bu the shoulders like YOU DID WHAT??? ARE YOU HURT??? IS IT POISONING YOU /IS HE SAYING ANYTHING TO YOU/ IS HE CONSCIOU #a friend and i were talking about this the other day and justtttttt #wonder if ista absorbed any of it. everyday i wonder about the connections of ista and deccy #but anyways anon hi. this is probably very rambley. apologies #thank you for the ask <3 #lantern replies

[melonn-soda]

❝ DON'T LEAVE JUST YET ( LET ME BREATHE WITH YOU ) ... ❞

word count: 968

warning(s): aventurine/ m! reader, nothing that serious (I believe) other than aventurine just not feeling well, comfort (chara. receiving), ooc aventurine?

prompt: aventurine has a rough start to his morning and he really need you to be with him.

notes: short comfort drabble with aventurine bc I feel like it. also I didn't play the new update so I don't have a clear idea on what his past was like. if anything is considered offensive, please tell me so I may change it!!

fem aligned dni

Mornings with Aventurine are usually slow with the reluctance of wanting to get up and the sluggish movements from underneath the warm covers rendering the possibility because you both are just too comfortable. Your lover is usually always first to get up and wake you, though, through lazy kisses on your forehead with a slight brush of your hair. Sometimes, it's you who was to wake him because he was working later than he would've liked and harder than he has before.

So, as the orange and red hues of the waking sun seep past the forest green curtains and flood the bedroom in all its softness, you stir awake and shift against the man who has you in his hold. Eyelids still feeling heavy, you shuffle so your face is buried deeper into Aventurine's collarbone, his arms that settle themselves around your waist tightening then loosening as he begins to rise from his sleep.

Feather-like kisses are pressed against the edge of his collarbone, just to let him know that you're still awake. He sighs into your hair after a while, sounding more exhausted than you would've like for him to be. In a quick decision, you decide it's best to make breakfast today and begin to draw away from him, slowly, as to not startle his barely awake self.

However, you plans are cut short as you feel him yank you back into place, Aventurine's nose finding its place in-between your neck and shoulder, arms wrapped tighter around your waist. You blink, not moving because he clearly does not want you to leave and that means something is terribly wrong.

"Ven?" You whisper, bringing a hand up to brush some of his bangs that are messily covering his eyes away from them, "You okay? Water?" Questions leave your lips, carefully, as to not scare him away, if that were even possible.

His voice cracks, you're not sure if it's because of the sleep or if he's beginning to cry but it cracks, "Can you just stay for a moment? Please? Don't want you to leave just yet.. Need you t'be with me right now." His eyelashes brush against your skin and his lips graze your neck as he speaks, and as per his request you don't move, attempting to press yourself closer against him even if all of you was as close as humanly possible. It was one of those days for him.

"D'you wanna talk about it?" You ask, running your fingers through his hair. Aventurine's head shakes against you because he doesn't feel ready to open up all of his sensitive memories to you. But that's okay, because healing takes time and you'll wait an eternity for him. With reassuring kisses against his hair and soft strokes of his face, you hope that he gets the message that you'll always be there when he needs you most, waiting and ready to listen.

Two hours pass, the sun now fairly high in the sky, making the room brighter. Somewhere in between those hours, you fell right back asleep unknowingly for a few minutes but always awoke to Aventurine still holding you tight (not that you minded). Each time that happened, yours lips pressed against his forehead to tell him you're awake now.

"...Thank you for not leaving." Aventurine mumbles onto your skin, slowly pulling away from you. His face was now visible, saturated swirls purple and green not facing your direction and instead directed at the end of the bed, "Sorry if I inconvenienced you."

You shush him softly, bringing your hand up to his cheek and brushing your thumb against his cheekbone, "I don't mind one bit. You matter so much more than anything else that I need to do today. If anything troubles you, I'm happy to just be there for you. Don't feel bad about asking for some company, Ven." A kiss is placed right between his eyebrows and Aventurine can't help but melt. His boyfriend, someone who treasures above all, is all he could've asked for. So patient, so gentle, so considerate, someone who he knows he could place all his trust in even if his instincts refuse to comply.

And when Aventurine looks into your eyes for the first time this morning, he feels at ease to see that you gaze at him with those same loving eyes as you always do. No anger directed at him because he refuses to tell you all about his life, no disappointment because you feel like he doesn't trust you enough, nothing. Nothing but love.

"I should- um, probably go make us some breakfast." He stutters, making a motion to slip out of his side of the bed. His silk pajamas glide against the sheets smoothly, only to be pulled back and have the sheets tossed right back over his chest, "Huh-?"

"Nuh uh," You quickly deny him, taking one of the stuffed animals on your side of the bed and placing it next to him, "I'll take care of that today, you need to rest, even if you're not tired. I'll call you in sick or something so you can have the day off."

"But-"

"But nothing, Ven," A peck to Aventurine's lips quickly shuts him up, "Just relax, it's the least you could do. You deserve this more than you think you do. I'll make some French Toast for us, yeah?" You tell him, slipping out of bed and your feet sliding into your fuzzy slippers. And with a click of the door, you're off to cooking.

Aventurine stares at the door for a bit before holding your stuffed animal close to his chest, the toy still smelling like you. He's glad he has someone like you in his life. Because of this, he doesn't think he'll ever stop loving you.

#male reader #x male reader #hsr aventurine #hsr x male reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x male reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr aventurine x male reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine x male reader

[spliffymae]

rapper!onyankopon.

just some head canons i have.

in my head im imagining a blend of dave and fridayy, where he can sing as well (he got variety!). same universe as my musicproducer!connie fic but reader is not famous here, as opposed to w/ connie’s. (lol i gave her a last name too—davis.) in my mind, im picturing ony from the uk and connie from ny.

★　*　　°　　　　🛰 　°. 🌓　•　　.°•　　　🚀

rapper!ony who first pops up on the scene in a music video of his friend connie’s song. he wasn’t featured on the track, but rather just in the background getting hype with everyone else.

but y’all know how the girlies get when a fine black man/woman/person start trending.

rapper!ony who wasn’t shy about his craft, but just wasn’t big on social media. his agent hated it, he loved it. he simply released music, let people know, and then went about his business.

rapper!ony was trending and although he didn’t take this as an opportunity to get in his social media bag, his best friend, musicproducer!connie did!

rapper!ony who goes from a couple thousand people knowing what he does to over a million people screaming his lyrics at they’re phones on tiktok in ONE night.

“bro, you can’t even get mad at me gang!” connie yelled from his shower. ony was sitting outside, accosting his friend for what he did. “you said you didn’t care what happened to the project!”

“but tell me if you gon post it and make it a whole thing, nigga damn!” ony yelled back.

rapper!ony who now has to adjust to his quickly rising popularity. he has yet to know the number of artists looking for a feature; and he doesn’t know that he secretly has some of these industry boys shaking in their boots because where the hell he come from?

no, rapper!ony is too busy focusing on whyyy they’re a million fan edits of him across tiktok and instagram. clips of him from his streams, connie’s videos, and his other friend’s content.

ony groans as connie’s message banner pops up on his phone, the message being a link to a tiktok. when he clicked it, it was a fan edit of him using his song ‘when it comes to you’. “bro, who keeps sending these to you, man?!” ony exclaimed. connie heard it from his room and snickered.

rapper!ony who had to adjust to being the attention at these red carpet events. he usually just walked behind connie and his girl, along with the rest of the entourage but now he is getting stopped for photographs.

there’s nothing like listening to music live. so rapper!ony puts on a fake smile and pushes through the crowded carpet to get inside. he waves to people he’s worked with, artists, and fans who called out to him. all so he can hear some music.

he sees connie holding hands with his girlfriend, both of them making goofy faces at the cameras. he softly smiles at the couple, but before he could make way, connie somehow senses him and turns to him “ony! ven aquí!” damn!

rapper!ony who doesn’t expect much from the awards show. just to go, support connie, and go home. he was nominated,yeah, but he was also in the category with some of the most popular artists right now…so he wasn’t feeling all that confident.

rapper!ony who is shocked as shocked can be when his name is called from the podium for best new artist.

“F**CK YEAH!” connie yelled, jumping up from his seat along with his girl and the rest of the table—aran, zora, jean, armin, and mikasa.

rapper!ony who walks up on stage with connie who is still screaming from excitement.

“uhhh, i’m not gonna lie, mans weren’t expecting to win still.” ony laughed, running a hand over his fresh waves. the audience laughed with him.

“first i would like to thank God, the most high who has blessed me with this amazing opportunity. i want to thank my people for having my back; connie—this man,” ony pointed behind him to connie, who was full out filming the moment on his phone.

“who told me on a random day when we were cleaning out our college dorm room that if we made a project together we would be the new heartthrobs of the generation. connie i thank you for being you; having my back and working alongside me. my brother for life, that is.” connie screamed, and so did his girlfriend from the audience as the claps poured in.

“and finally, i want to thank my heart in human form. the woman who made all of this possible, y/n davis. she don’t like the attention so im gonna hear bout this name drop when i get home. but babes, i love you, and thank you for being my rib. i owe you the world and more. and to her parents, thank you for my better half. thank you lot again. love!” ony raised his hand with the award, smiling and waving to the crowd and cameras as he walked to the back.

meanwhile, across the country, cuddled up in her bed was y/n, who was watching the award show before going to sleep. she had expressed to ony she wasn’t too sure about going, not liking the cameras and attention. he reassured her it was okay because there wasn’t any way he would be winning with who else was in the category.

so…safe to say when you saw your boyfriend on the stage with the award in his hand, you could not contain your shock and excitement. you jumped out of bed screaming and quickly getting to your phone camera to record the tv. squeals and “yeah baby” was all you could say as he gave connie his thanks.

but then… when you heard him say your name, for everyone around the world to hear, everything just turned to shock as your phone fell from your frozen hands, still recording. you were stunned. he said your name. your government name. on national television.

“ONY!!!”

#🌞🍃spliffymae #ony x black reader #ony x y/n #rapper!ony #music producer connie #au #anime x black!reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan #onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot

[batsvnte]

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 • 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

Pairing(s): Miguel O’Hara

Warnings: spoilers for ATSV, cursing (both English and Spanish), ooc maybe, spelling mistakes

Notes: black fem!reader (she/her pronouns). All platonic throughout this. Also some bits of reader also speaking Spanish due to them learning from Miguel w/ translations at the end of this

You snatch your mask off as your pace quickens into the control room that you were situated in. Huffing under your breath as you ignore every attempts of Miguel trying to get your attention. You didn’t have the time for this and neither did he. All you can do is keep walking away with little hopes that he’ll back off. Even if you’re currently walking on the ceiling just to get away from him.

“(Name)! Ven aquí ahora mismo!” Miguel’s voice echoed throughout the room. Well aware that his words were clearly heard, but you didn’t bother to listen. “Stop walking away from me!”

“Then stop following me.” Without using your webs you easily climb up onto another pillar to separate you from his sight.

Unfortunately he was quicker. You caught of glimpse of a bright red web enclosing around your wrist. Preventing you from advancing anywhere. You suddenly found yourself on the ground, thankfully landing on your feet. You stood up properly to see Miguel taking a few steps towards you. That stoic look that you always saw was nowhere to be found. It was a look of frustration that was all directed to you.

“What were you thinking? Going out there and to help Miles go back to Earth-1610— didn’t I tell you not to meddle in with other peoples business!?” It was unfamiliar to you to have Miguel scolding at you.

“He just wants to save his dad!” You were quick to defend yourself with the thoughts that has been plaguing your mind the moment you heard about it. “You never told me what was going on. You never do!”

“I’m doing what I can to keep everything under control, hija.”

‘Dont start with that’

“That mean keeping me in the dark while you go out fighting? What kind of good will that do, Miguel!?”

Miguel has narrowed eyes, the dark circles under his eyes darkening. Either from the lightening of the dimmed room or his attitude changing. “The kind of good that will keep the multiverse from shattering.”

A scowl itched onto your face as you nearly hissed at him. “Bullshit!”

In response he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He loathed getting into arguments with you. Especially if it was about what he does. You could hear little snippets of him muttering incoherently in his native tongue. It was a few short moments before he raised his voice to his normal volume.

“Hija,”

‘Stop calling me that’

“You know how dangerous it is to disrupt cannon events. It happened to your own universe, (Name),” You nearly wince at the mention of that with recalling memories to that situation. “I’m not going to risk another one being destroyed.”

Your posture straightens as Miguel’s gaze focused back on you. “But none of us knows how it’ll effect Miles’s universe. It might not be the same thing as what happened—“

“Might not be?”

You pause at your own words being echoed back to you. You had your own morals to this situation and you didn’t want to back down now.

“It still won’t be as bad as what happened to my universe.” Your tone was lowered. You didn’t realize how loud you were before during this entire argument.

Miguel shakes his head. Remembering the events of what happened when you accidentally disrupted the cannon events. How he found you in the state that you were in at that time. He takes in another deep breath to calm himself down from continuing the shouting match between you two.

“There are still risks that he’s taking that you took as well. It’ll just be the same outcome,” Miguel says as he hopes that this was the end of the argument. “Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría.”

Your eyebrows furrow down into another scowl. “The first one risk was keeping him confined but look at where you are now.”

“I’m trying to keep the multi-verse safe!” Miguel was quick to snap back without any hesitation. “Trying to keep you of everyone safe after what happened! Your universe needs you safe, mi hija, I need you safe—“

“Llámame una maldita vez más!”

A deafening silence fell over the two of you. The familiar stoic look returned back onto his face. You were unable to keep your thoughts from forming into your mouth. Little part of you was surprised at how sudden you blurted it out. Though only Miguel can stare at you with an unreadable look. You didn’t know what he was going to do or say. It felt like it was going to go on for eternity.

“You’re staying here until I get back.”

Red fills your vision in a matter of seconds. Before you can fully react there was already a force field encasing you with little to no room to move around in. You banged at the shield as you watched Miguel turn his back to you.

“Miguel! You can’t do this! Let me go!” Your words fell deaf upon his ears as you kept your eyes on him. It felt like time was going to quickly as you watched his form becoming smaller from the distance.

Miguel didn’t bother to give you one last look as he left the room. Hearing the door shut behind him and covering your shouts for him to let you go. He kept his focus on what’s ahead of him. His mind instantly becoming centered on finding the one Spider-Man who was going to disrupt everything that he had worked so hard for. But there was one that he had forcibly pushed away.

‘I’m not about to risk loosing you again, (Name).’

Lmao reader got put in timeout corner-

Trying to get back into writing after finishing exams and bring back my motivation until I run out of it again. Promise that there’s gonna be some more works soon from the requests slxosmd

1. ‘Ven aquí ahora mismo’ - ‘Come here right now!’

2. ‘(Mi) Hija’ — Kid / Daughter

3. ‘Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría’ — ‘Whether it ends up destroying an entire plane of existence or affecting the minority’

4. ‘Llámame una maldita vez más!’ — ‘Call me that one more damn time!’

#ghouul #ghouul writings #miguel o'hara #platonic relationship #spider man across the spider verse #miles molares #Miguel O’Hara Drabble #spider man atsv #Miguel O’Hara x platonic!reader

[maeral33n]

Was it Worth it? (Velvet and Veneer Angst)

Description: What if Brozone couldn't save Floyd in time? How will the twin handle the consequences of their actions? Is a sibling's bond strong enough to forgive murder? Authors Note: Yeah, I was feeling some stuff today, and writing angst is cheaper than therapy. That being said, forgive me if characters seem a bit ooc and feel free to leave feedback.

They did it.

They are officially the most famous Mount Rageons in the past decade.

Velvet and Veneer's rise to fame skyrocketed over night after their award-winning performance at the Rage Dome. Tickets for their performance sold out almost within the hour they were available, and yet people still demanded to buy tickets even if there were no more seats available.

Their beatiful faces were plastered everywhere. In the malls, on the streets, on billboards, and if that wasn't enough, various programs on television were constantly reminding you that these two were the top dogs of the industry.

From the glittering city to the humble suburbs, to the slums of the undercity, everyone knew their names.

And all it took was one troll.

One dead troll.

Veneer stared at him, Floyd, still in his diamond prison. He lay lifeless and colourless. No, not colourless...translucent.

He's heard of discoloured trolls before, he's aware that troll can lose their colours due to trauma, but...it never occurred to him what would happen when a troll died.

Veneer felt life he was going to vomit.

Velvet was practically bouncing with joy as, yet another news anchor showed clips of their two during their performance last night. Her hands fanned her face as she fought back tears of joy, Veneer was trying to hold back his own, but for completely opposite reasons.

Velvet grabbed her brother by the shoulders, shaking him and pointing towards the screen. "Look Ven, we did it! They love us!"

He didn't look at the TV, his eyes were on Velvet in utter disbelief, at no point after their performance did, she even acknowledge that she was practically carrying the small corpse of a troll. Even now, she's pretending like Floyd never existed.

He shoved his sister away, causing her to stumble a bit. She turned to him, brows furrowed in confusion, "What was that for?"

That disgust that churned in his stomach bubbled into something far more ugly than Veneer could have ever possibly imagined as he practically spat. "You killed him."

"What?"

"You killed Floyd!"

Velvet recoiled slightly at her brothers raised voice. Veneer never raised his voice to her, or to anyone really. She rolled her eye and sighed, "Well, maybe if his brothers actually bothered to rescue him, we would have had to kill him."

Veneer groaned into his hand as he rubbed them down his face, he started pacing around the room, an annoying habit of his when he was getting antsy. "Are you even listening to yourself?" He exclaimed, "You don't even CARE!" Now the tears were falling, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Velvet huffed, "Jesus Ven, stop being such a baby." She grabbed his arm, stopping him from pacing, her grip tight. "Look, how about we go on a bit of a hiatus, hm? Y'know, travel a bit, go to Vacay Island or somewhere and relax. And then when we're done with our hiatus, we can find some more trolls and get back to work-"

Veneer practically ripped his arm away from his sisters grip red crescent mark were left where his fingernails dig into him. "Don't fucking touch me!" He snapped, then his eyes widened when her words sank it, "Wait...did you say we'll find some more?"

She scoffed, "Yeah, duh. You didn't think that we'd stop at the Rage Dome, did you?"

He stumbled over his words, trying to form a single coherent thought but failing. His sister spoke up again, "Last night was just the beginning. We may be famous now, but that won't last for long if go into an early retirement. I want us to go global, and to do that, we're gonna need more songs...more trolls."

Veneer was hyperventilating, his shaking steps brought him to Floyd, his tears hitting the diamond surface of cage. Floyd was a person, and Velvet was treating him as a tool, a sacrificial lamb for the offer of fame and prestige. Floyd was someone to somebody, he had a family who loved him, he had a long life ahead of him. And now all of that was gone because of some sick twisted idea some teenagers had one day.

Veneer began to sob.

"Oh god stop being so dramatic Ven," Velvet groaned.

Veneer turned his body around and approached her, his hands balled into fists, his face contorted with anger and contempt, Velvet took a step back. "You're a murderer," he hissed as he now stood face to face with his sister.

Fury flashed in her eyes as she mirrored his stance. "And you're a murderer AND a coward."

He blinked at her, "What?"

She jabbed her finger into his chest, "Don't play dumb. You point the finger at me and call me the murderer, but you forget that you were the one that helped me capture that troll in the first place."

Another jab into his chest, this time, much harder. "You were the one who used his talent first."

She started raised her voice, and jabbed at his chest on last time, this some so painful and Veneer had to grab her wrist and pull it away from him. "And that you had every chance in the world to expose us."

"...What?"

She sneered at him, "Yeah, you could have ended all of this as soon as it started, you could have gone to the police and told them everything we did, and we would be behind bars by now...but you didn't."

His lips quivered as fresh tears fell down his face.

"So that makes you, a murderer and a coward."

Veneer shoved his sister away from him and stormed into his room, Velvet followed him, her heeled boots clicking against the marbled floor. "Where are you going?!"

He didn't answer his, simply grabbed a bag and started shoving anything he could fit into it. Some clothes, shoes, his phone, his wallet...would this even be enough?

"What are you doing?" Velvet growled as she watched her brother walked around his room.

He still didn't answer her, he was crying so hard he could barely see what he was shoving into his bag.

"I said, what are you doing?!"

"I'm leaving!"

Velvet stood still for a moment at the entrance of his bedroom, for once, she had nothing to say. All she could do was watch her brother pace back and forth, growling in frustration as he struggled to shove in another pair of shoes into his back, giving up in the end.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this.

She felt her face grow hot, her emotions overwhelming her. "You don't mean that."

He turned to her as he shrugged the heavy bag over his shoulder, "Yes I do, Velvet. This has gone too far." He pushed his way passed her and made a beeline to the front door.

"Fine then, leave. You'll be back." She spoke coldly this time; whatever fire had been in her voice before was gone now. And that had always scared Veneer.

His hand was on the doorknob, and he spared a single glance over his shoulder. His sister stood in the middle of the room, her arms crossed, her face neutral. She was his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime...literally.

The he flicked his gaze over to the diamond bottle, the one that held Floyd's dead body. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt another sob rack through his body. How did it come to this? They couldn't go to prison; he knew he wouldn't stand a chance...and he didn't want to think of what Velvet would do.

Velvet was right, he was a coward.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at his sister again.

"Don't bother calling me."

SLAM!

Velvet stood in the middle of the room, everything was silent, save for the advertisement on TV for a new car model. Despite the silence, her mind was screaming.

He'll be back...he'll be back.... he'll be back...he always comes back.

They've had arguments before, and they've always made amends. Well...she gives him the silent treatment, and he eventually apologies to her. They'll get through this.

She stepped towards the table where the diamond perfume bottle sat atop of. The translucent body of the troll...of Floyd...lay still.

"He'll be back."

(2 Weeks Later)

She had called him over thirty-six times, all of them went to the same prerecorded message of Veneer's voice that he made years ago.

"Hello, you've reached the voice mail of Veneer. If you're getting this message, it's probably because I'm dead or suuuppperrr busy. Anyway, leave a message after the beep....BEEEEEEP!"

Velvet hasn't had a good night sleep since her brother left, and not once did she sleep in her own bed. She'd spent most of her days moping around the living room, going back and forth between channels on TV that might have anything on Veneer's whereabouts to her social media.

She had been absolutely bombarded with fans praising her for her performance and asking if she plans to make more music. She had even received calls and messages from popular news outlets and interviewers to be featured on their shows.

She had declined them all.

She couldn't do it without her brother.

She let out a quiet sob as she sank to the floor in front of her couch.

"....Come back...."

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls #trolls fandom #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 velvet #trolls 3 veneer #trolls movie #trolls fanfic #velvet and veneer

[whosthere54]

Hiiii I have some food for you guys 🥞🥞🍓🍓

Also I have a old thing I wrote about Icarus so you can have that too, not really happy with it but I like the concept :)

(This was in my notes app)

-=+=-

Basically, I read I know that I lost you [one or two forevers ago] by liminalAugustus and saw a quote and really thought about it.

“I have a brother again. His name is Rae.”

What if Icarus wrote a letter to themself to remember after he found out Rae was his brother?

———

They stared at the cover of their notebook as if it had wronged them. They glared at the intricate purple and yellow design, at the pair of golden wings depicted in the center.

They opened it up again to reread over the letter they had written, starting to pace once again.

╔════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╗

[The letter looked like it was written hastily. There are also some spots of blood staining the pages, as well as some dried evidence of tears. The first time they said their name is what looks to be “glitched” with many different colors obscuring the ink only in that spot.]

To whoever find this,

My name is Ì̸̳͙̳̇c̸͇̽a̵̭̕r̴̙̒͛̚ù̷̖͘͝s̶̼͓̔͒ and I wrote this book to remind

me of things before, to see if I can remember again. If you are not me who finds this, please try to find me. I don’t know how much I’ll remember, but I may possibly go by the name “Sherbert”. You will be able to tell it’s me from the yellow and purple wings and jacket I wear.

To myself,

I don’t want to make this too long just in case pages glitch out like before.

Your name is I̸c̸a̷r̶u̶s̷ Morningstar, you are the child of Fable and Isla Morningstar.

You have a brother again. His name is Rae.

He loves science and research, his favorite flower is a blue orchid the same as yours. He is so selfless and kind and nothing like you but treats himself like you do all the same. You need to make sure he knows nothing bad that happened is his fault, it isn’t. You need to make sure he knows that he is loved, and that he can ask for help and doesn’t have to know everything. He will have his boyfriends, but he doesn’t always think of going to them first. Make sure he knows that he can, and should. Make sure he knows you care about him, and make sure he knows that you are so incredibly sorry for everything. You were a horrible brother, but you are trying to be a better one.

Athena is your cousin. They care too much about others and don’t worry enough about herself, make sure He’s aright. She will have Jamie and Rae, don’t push yourself too much into his life. Remember what happened last time.

You love them. Don’t let yourself hurt them again.

You are not alone, you have friends now.

Centross is your best friend, though we haven’t told him. (Don’t want to boost his ego too much now do we.) He is happy now, don’t ruin it for him and bring up things that should be left in the past.

Wolf is your friend.

Ocie and Momboo are your friends.

Jamie and Easton are your friends.

Caspian and Aax are your friends.

Seven is your friend.

Ven is… complicated, but he doesn’t deserve to be alone. Make sure he is okay.

I don’t know if Will will be there, and even if he is, he will go his own direction. Don’t forget him.

Remember Haley. You killed her, she didn’t deserve that. Don’t disrespect her death by letting her go forgotten.

Remember Chaos. You didn’t know them that well, and they didn’t trust you, but she does not deserve to be forgotten.

Remember what you have done before, you do not deserve the forgiveness that these people have given you. Don’t forget them. You love them, and I think they love you too.

If the portal fails… I can only hope you find this in the next reset.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

From yourself,

- Icarus Morningstar

╚════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╝

Icarus rips the pages out of the book and folds them up, sealing it with golden wax and a blue orchid. With shaking hands they pull out their flint and steel, and head outside their house. They look up to the sky and breathe for a moment.

They just let themselves feel. They feel the wind tousle their hair, the sun against their face. This may be the last time they feel this until the next reset. They turn back towards their house and look at it with a small smile.

They set a piece of the ground alight, just looking at the burning flame for a moment before throwing their letter in. They watch it burn and disappear, and put out the flame.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be needed, but even then…

It would be nice to remember they aren’t alone.

-=+=-

Yeah so there’s that. I had thoughts.

Anyways go read “I know that I lost you [one or two forevers ago]” by liminalAugustus it’s a longish one chapter hero AU fic and I enjoyed it a lot.

Remember to get some food and drink some water and take any meds you need to. You are loved <3

#fable smp #icarus morningstar #idk what im doing #i have so many thoughts

[mochegato]

Made You Look

Marinette could proudly say she managed to stumble into the manor’s breakfast room without bumping into any walls on her journey.  Just barely.  There were several close calls, several stunted stops just before collision, but the important point is that there were no actual collisions along the long path from the bedroom wing.  Even at that ungodly hour of the morning, she was deft enough to avoid large, sedentary objects, a feat she often had issues with when she was fully awake.

She rubbed her arms vigorously, or as vigorously as she could manage so early.  Her tank top and sleep shorts were perfect for her apartment with a terrible AC that barely managed to keep the heat of the day away, but was nowhere near enough for the mansion.  She definitely should have prepared better.  She was going to have to keep a few warmer changes of clothing in the manor for her sporadic sleepovers after long missions.  None of which helped her at that particular moment she grumbled to herself as she rubbed her arms harder before pushing her hair, still total disarray from sleep, out of her eyes.

She searched around for any evidence of something to wake her up; breakfast, tea, coffee, so focused on her mission, she missed Jason sauntering into the room and tripping on the rug as his eyes fell upon her.  He snickered and moved further into the room had to fumble to keep the coffee in his cup from spilling over the sides.  He stared at her for a few long seconds, letting his gaze take in her movements and atrocious bed head before he grinned at her.  “Morning, Pixie.”  ven before continuing.  “You look like a disgruntled kitten who got their fur brushed the wrong way.”

She glowered at him; the sharpness of her normally cutting glare dulled from exhaustion.  “At least you’re looking,” she finally yawned with a shrug as she collapsed into a seat at the table.  The empty table.  It was official, they were awake even before Alfred.  It truly was a cursed hour.

“You’re pretty hard to miss,” he admitted a bit too quietly for her to hear.  “Come on, Pixie!  The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and we get to screw over a rich asshole who’s hurting kids tonight.  It’s a great day.”

She stared at him incredulously, her eyes finally focusing just to allow it.  “Who on Earth pictured you as a morning person.  How did that happen?  What is wrong with you?  You’re supposed to be a creature of the night.  Night.  Look at that,” she motioned toward the light streaming in through the open windows on the other side of the room.  “It’s not night, you abomination of nature,” she snapped before dropping her head onto her folded arms on the table.

He snorted and grinned at her scowl with a shake of his head as he removed his hoodie.  “You’re just moody because it’s drafty as fuck in here.  You spend the night at the manor, you gotta come prepared.”  He dropped his hoodie around her shoulders and messed up her hair further before retrieving his coffee.  She opened her mouth but before she could get out the scathing reaming he deserved, he presented the coffee immediately in front of her face.  “And you need caffeine.”

She stared at the cup for a moment as if uncertain it was real.  She looked between it and him a few times to make sure she was reading the situation correctly and it wasn’t just her hopes making her think he was giving it to her.  She grabbed it before he changed his mind, wrapping both hands around it and inhaling the scent.  “You are a miracle.  The gods’ gift to mankind.”

“Or pixiekind at least,” he chuckled.

She took a large drink and let out a relieved sigh.  Her face relaxed into a contented soft expression.  “My hero.  You are invited to be around all my mornings.  This is why you’re my favorite.”

He raised an eyebrow with a bemused smile.  “I beat Steph?”

Marinette’s eyes grew wide and after a beat she looked around for her best friend.  “My male favorite,” she added quickly.

He snorted but quickly schooled his expression to mock consideration.  “So… I beat Adrien,” he nodded.

She grinned and took another long sip.  It was perfect.  Exactly the blend she would have gotten for herself.  It was like he got it specifically for her.  It was like heaven.  “Yes.  You can take that title… as long as you continue to provide sustenance and he isn’t around.”

Jason huffed out a laugh and shook his head.  “I’m just impressed you actually got up and you beat everyone else.  That has to be some kind of sign of the apocalypse or something.”

She scowled with a huff.  “Unnatural time to be up,” she glowered into her coffee.  “I refuse to believe Mr. “I am the Night” is up at this hour of the…”

“Good you’re up,” Bruce boomed as he strutted in.  “We have a lot to go over before tonight.”

“Oh, come on!” she exclaimed.  Her arms were thrown out in disbelief before she even realized it, almost spilling her coffee.  She carefully set down her coffee and eyed Bruce analytically, taking note that as soon as he entered the room, Alfred magically appeared with a tray of food.  “I refuse to believe this is normal.”

“It’s not,” Alfred assured her.  “Waking him before the crack of eleven is a dangerous endeavor for anyone.”  He set down the tray and served the food as he continued.  “I believe that speaks to the import of tonight’s mission that he awoke so early.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce acknowledged through pursed lips.  “We’re just missing Tim and Stephanie.  Marinette, do you know where Stephanie is?”

“Still sleeping,” she grumbled, jealousy clear in her voice if not in the way she aggressively speared her eggs.

“Bitch,” Tim managed to grumble through a yawn as he stumbled into the room.  He stopped to stare at the cup in front of Marinette and quickly searched the room for more.  He managed to keep his panic in check to ask, “Where’d you get the coffee?”

She looked around and noticed Alfred had brought in food and orange juice but no coffee.  “Jason,” she shrugged.

Tim looked at Jason expectantly.  He rolled his eyes and looked away.  “I only brought the one cup,” he grumbled.

Tim blinked.  His eyes slid over to Marinette happily sipping her coffee and back to Jason.  “You only bought one cup?” he asked, a knowing, taunting edge to his voice.

“Yes,” Jason gritted out through clenched teeth.

The shoulder check he delivered on his way to sit next to Marinette only caused Tim’s smile to widen, all evidence of drowsiness in his eyes eradicated in favor of a delighted glint.  “No, no.  I’m just trying to figure out if you bought that planning to give it to her or if it was supposed to be for you, but you took one look at her and gave it up instantly.”

“Shut it duck boy,” he hissed just loud enough for Tim to hear.

Tim tutted at him, his smile wider than when Damian accidentally smacked himself in the head with an escrima stick during practice.  “Stealing Harley’s lines now, wow, you’re really in deep, huh?”

Jason turned on him with a warning glare but before he could whisper any threats, Bruce interrupted.  “Okay, let’s get started without Stephanie.  Jason, you can catch her up.  She’ll be on guard on the opposite side of the building from you.  Okay…”

><><><><><><><>< 

“I have control of the security feed and alarms, but they have a man stationed at the top of the stairs, blocking the way.  He isn’t paying close attention, but enough we can’t get in,” Red Robin reported over the coms.

“We need a distraction,” Bruce said quietly, moving his lips as little as possible in case anyone was watching.  “Anyone got a plan?”

“Oh God, I might blind myself if I have to witness Brucie tonight,” Red Hood groaned.

“I believe that’s my cue,” Marinette chimed in.

“Let me know if you need help with that,” Red Hood offered.  He was already searching for things he could blow up or set on fire.

“You think I don't know how to make a scene?” she asked carefully.  There was a sharp edge to her voice, a warning as much as an inquiry.

“We need people to look at you instead of the office,” Red Hood elaborated, like explaining why you wash the dishes to a toddler. 

Marinette froze and lifted her eyes up to where Jason was positioned, willing him to appear at the skylight so she could appropriately glare at him.  “You think I don’t know how to make people look at me?”

“Ooooohhhh,” Spoiler jeered.  She shook her head and took her eyes from her post just enough to toss a pebble, the only projectile available other than her com, at Hood for his stupidity.

Hood whipped his head toward the source of the impact against his helmet and pointed threateningly at Spoiler.  “I’m just saying a cute, sweet, little smile isn’t exactly scene inducing,” he defended.

“Oh,” Spoiler let out, unsure how to respond to that patronizing admission of interest.

“Awww, you think my smile is cute?” Marinette cooed condescendingly.  The blasé, gala-ready smile morphing into a strained, determined uptick of her lips.

“Hood, Marinette…” Bruce started in a warning tone.

“Calm down boys, because I know at least Spoiler has my back here,” Marinette cut in.

“Damn right,” Spoiler agreed.

“Despite what Hood thinks, I know how to make people look at me when I want to.”  She continued slightly louder when Hood tried to cut in.  “…and sweet was the furthest thing from the plan.”  She looked around the room for the necessary ingredients to her plan, her eyes settling on a figure in the distance, his arm resting comfortably on a woman’s waist.  She grinned as all the pieces slotted themselves into place.

“You don’t wear Versace to not get noticed.”  She moved toward the couple with quick, determined steps, and more than a slight sway in her hips as she moved.  Her eyes focused intently on her target, not allowing her to notice the way heads around her turned as she passed by.  Hood, however, just barely stopped the growl that threatened to escape upon seeing the lecherous looks she was receiving from Gotham’s ‘elite’.  “Get ready, Red, I’m about to make a scene.  Four minutes to Go Time,” she spoke lowly but clearly into the coms.

Spoiler followed her line of sight and cackled loudly into the com.  “This is going to be good.  I should have brought popcorn.”

She stopped just behind the man, but in clear sight of the woman and firmly tapped the shoulder of the arm around the woman’s waist.  “Excuse me, sir, I’m such a huge fan of yours.  Your music makes me feel things I can’t describe.”  Her voice was breathy and deep in a way the bat boys had heard from many a woman at galas and events, but never from her.  “Would you care to dance?”

“Oh my God,” Red Robin whispered in horror when the man turned around.

The man looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow at her.  He looked around as if considering his response, his eyes only flicking up to the skylight for a moment before returning to Marinette.  His face split into a dangerous smile as he removed his arm from the woman who dropped her jaw in a way more characteristic of a soap opera than a high society gala.  The man offered his hand to Marinette.  “I would love to dance with someone as lovely as yourself.”

He took her hand and led her to the floor with little more than a huff and glare from the woman.  “Ooohhh, sorry Pixie, not the scene you were looking for,” Hood cooed in mock sympathy.

“Um… this is going to be a waltz,” Red Robin cut in uncertainly.  “Do you even know how to dance a waltz?”

“Luckily, that wasn’t the scene I was planning.  Even luckier for me, waltz is the only ballroom dance I know,” Marinette hissed under her breath.

“You’re going to distract them… with a waltz,” Hood asked.  “I never learned ballroom dancing but isn’t that like the most boring of all of them?”

“Yes,” Red Robin answered instantly.  “And even if you know it, how do you know he does?”

“Is the plan to bore them to death?” Hood snickered.  “Bold approach there, Pixie.”

“Are you sure about this, Marinette?” Bruce asked quietly.

“Maybe you boys need to shut the fuck up and have a bit of faith,” Spoiler cut in, her voice harsh and cold.  “You focus on your jobs and let Marinette focus on hers.”  After a beat she groaned.  “And now I’m the responsible one.  This is all your guys’ fault.”

Marinette chuckled and the hostility that had caused her frame to tense eased slightly at her best friend’s words.  “Maybe you boys are just doing it wrong,” Marinette singsonged quietly.  “Or maybe I’m just that good.”  She waited until she and the man had taken position at the middle of the floor before getting into proper waltz frame and turning her head from the man, the picture of the highly trained ballroom dancer she wasn’t.  “Get ready Red.  Count down to 90 seconds until I’ve distracted them,” she said in barely more than a whisper.

Tim set his watch and watched her out of the corner of his eye for the right moment, still uncertain of her plan.  Whatever Stephanie and Marinette said, he had nightmares of learning the waltz and watching it performed at functions throughout his childhood.  It was by far one of the worst and most grating parts of his childhood.  From what he could see, Marinette was not deviating from his memories.  The dance was stiff, structured, and suffocating.

“You call this a scene?” Hood scoffed after thirty seconds.

“You call this a dance?” Marinette taunted at almost the same moment.

“Marinette, you cannot just insult Luka freaking Couffaine!” Tim chastised.  If she ruined his chance of ever meeting Jagged Stone, his favorite artist and… Marinette’s friend.  He narrowed his eyes at the two for a few seconds then rolled them in realization.  He’d been too focused on the mission and up too early that morning to have put the pieces together earlier.

Spoiler chuckled.  “She already tried breaking up his engagement.  What’s a little… provocation?”

“Oh, you want to dance,” Luka smirked.  A devilish glint shown in his eyes, a look Jason did not appreciate at all.

Marinette grinned fiendishly in response, the glint in her eyes matching his.  “I believe that’s what I asked for,” she agreed.

He slid his hand to the small of her back, splaying his fingers as he moved and jerked her against him.  His arms were still rigid and in position, but now wrapped around her.  His legs interlaced with hers, their movements almost synced to just miss each other by millimeters.  They moved around the floor, twisting and turning quickly and with purpose.  The audience split to give them more room both to see them better and to avoid getting hit when she spun.

He spun her out and pulled her back to him, pressing her tight against his body and continuing to spin her with him, moving and contorting as one as they did, but never allowing her space.  He spun her within his embrace just enough for her back to be against his chest.  They moved slowly as his hands traced her arms lightly but sensually. 

“That’s not proper waltz form.  You’re supposed to leave room for Jesus,” Hood growled loudly.

Marinette smirked just slightly before turning back to Luka.  She wrapped an arm around his neck and lifted her leg to wrap it over his hip, her dress splitting along the slit to reveal her shapely leg almost up to her hip, allowing him to drag her with him as he walked backwards.  His intense gaze never leaving hers as they moved.

Even from the roof, Jason could see the way his hands fisted into her hips and his eyes hungrily soaked her in.  “How’s your helmet doing, Hood,” Spoiler taunted.

He had to shake his head to remember where he was before he could respond.  “Fine.  Why?”

“Thought it might be steaming up,” she shrugged.  Her voice dripping with perverse pleasure.

“Mission accomplished,” Red Robin reported just as the music finished.  “I’m out.”

“Wrap this up,” Bruce said quietly.  “Let’s get out of here before they discover they’ve been robbed.  Hood, Spoiler, follow us out.”  He made a show of spilling his drink on himself and made excuses to leave.

Marinette let her arms slowly drop to her sides but didn’t take a step back from Luka.  “Thank you, M. Couffaine,” she said sweetly.  “I appreciate the… personal attention.”

He nodded and traced her jaw lightly.  “Always glad to appease a… fan,” he responded.  His voice was thick and sinful.

Marinette brushed a long strand of hair over her shoulder, tapping off the com as she moved so he could see.  He leaned closer setting his lips just short of her ear.  “See you at the wedding?” He whispered.

Marinette’s smile turned genuine as she pulled away just enough to meet his eyes.  “Well before, I’m sure.  I still need to do some fittings and plan Zoe’s bachelorette party.”

He sighed in defeat but made a show of grazing her side with his free hand.  “Not too wild, please,” he begged.

She slid her hand up his chest slowly just openly enough to appear like she was trying to be secretive without actually being so.  “Come on, I’m not Alya,” she teased.

“And don’t think I don’t appreciate that,” he answered seriously.

“But fair warning, Steph is helping me plan,” she added with a teasing tone.

He groaned loudly and dropped his forehead to hers.  “Well, thanks for the warning anyway.”

She giggled and straightened his tie before meeting his eyes through her lashes.  “Of course.  And thank Zoe for playing the offended fiancé.  Brilliant as always.”

“Oh, I guarantee she’ll be laughing all night,” he snickered.  “I think this made our month.”

Marinette nodded slightly and brushed her hair behind her ear again to tap on her com.  “Later, M. Couffaine,” she said seductively but loudly enough to be heard by evesdroppers.

He nodded lightly before turning and disappearing into the crowd.  “Exiting now,” she said quietly.  “Oh, and Hood?  Bet, I made you look,” she crowed before turning her com off.

Hood sputtered a few times, unable to find words for a retort until she had already left the building.  “I was looking before,” he grumbled to himself.  “And I was definitely lied to about the waltz.”

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Marinette made her way through the manor, freshly washed and back in her street clothes, which was ridiculous really since she was just going to go home and climb into bed after her extremely long day.  Maybe not even change, because she’d added Jason’s hoodie before heading out the bedroom door and it was comfortable enough that she could happily sleep in it.  The scent and warmth would actually help her sleep better than her regular pajamas, certainly better than she had the night before.

She almost screamed when a door opened just as she was passing it, but smiled when she met Jason’s wide eyes.  They stared at each other for a moment before chuckling awkwardly and continuing down the hallway.  He fell in step with her, hands casually slung in his pockets.  They had passed several more doors before he finally spoke up.  “Not staying over tonight?”

“No.  Not tonight,” she shrugged.  “I’m ready to get out of here.”

Jason nodded absently.  “Right.”  He walked silently with her for a few steps before speaking up again, as casually as he could manage.  “Need to get to your meeting?”

“Meeting?” she asked, her head quirked to the side and an eyebrow raised.

“With M. Couffaine,” he elaborated.  He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone when he said that man’s name, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was successful based on the side eye Marinette was giving him.

Both eyebrows raised almost to her hairline at his question.  She had to fight desperately with herself not to fall on the floor cackling at his expression.  She managed to limit it to just an amused smirk.  “With Luka?  No, not tonight.  I don’t meet him until next week…” she paused to let that set in.  She knew she shouldn’t get as much enjoyment out of his dejected reaction as she did, but… she did.  If he wasn’t going to make a move, he really had no justification for being upset if someone else did.  She let herself enjoy it for a moment before putting him out of his misery.  Afterall, she hadn’t made a move either.  She met his eyes for just a moment when he glanced over at her and straight ahead again.  “… for his fitting,” she finished.

Jason whipped his head back to look at her so hard, she was surprised he didn’t pop any joints in his neck.  “His… fitting?” he asked, all bitterness gone from his tone and a bit of hope edging in.

“For his wedding suit,” she smirked.  “How’s your neck?”

He rubbed his neck, his eyes still glued to hers.  “Fine.  You know him?”

“Oh, good.  Thought it might have gotten hurt doing that double take,” she nodded indulgently and continued making her way toward the exit, looking as innocent as she could with a devilish smile.  “For almost a decade actually.  We met when we were like 14.  Both of them, him and Zoe, his fiancé.  I’m maid of honor at the wedding.  I introduced them.”

He fell out of step with her, frozen in shock.  She had played him, the entire room, like a master.  She had made it almost out of the hallway before he finally barked out a laugh.  He jogged to catch up with her and slung his arm over her shoulder.  “Come on, Pixie.  I’ll drive you home.  Unless your buddy is giving you a ride.”

“It was Steph, actually,” she corrected.

“Steph, really?  That’s not safe,” he scoffed dramatically.  “I’ll take you,” he offered in seeming nonchalance.  He preened when he noticed she had nuzzled further into his embrace seemingly without even noticing.

Marinette snorted.  “It won’t be safe for you when I tell her you said that,” she warned, but didn’t make a move to head toward the kitchen to meet Stephanie like they’d planned.

He gazed at her out of the side of his eye and tightened his grip on her.  “Or maybe it isn’t about your safety,” he admitted quietly.  “Maybe you were right.  Maybe I want to look a bit longer and you just make me want to look.”

Her heart rate jumped and her breath stuttered.  This was quickly moving into uncharted territory.  They flirted.  They skirted the edges of serious, but they’d never breeched the boundaries.  She needed to get back into their normal territory before her heart imploded from anxiety.  “Even with my ratty old hoodie on?” she quipped.

“My hoodie,” he corrected.  “And it’s worn in, not ‘ratty’.”

Marinette was barely able to raise her eyes to meet his to tease him.  “Agree to disagree.”

“I can take it back if…” he started to reach for the zipper.

Marinette dodged his hands and wrapped her arms around her waist to secure the hoodie to her body.  “Ratty but warm.”  She met his eyes as she walked backward, not noticing she was headed toward a wall until she hit it.

“Uh huh.”  He stalked slowly toward her.  “For the record, you always made me look; whether you’re dressed up in a dress that costs more than the entire Narrows combined, or in sweats working out, or taking out a rogue in one of your magic suits, or jeans and a tee sketching on the couch when you’re totally lost to everyone and everything, your eyes twinkling with inspiration.”

��He stopped a step away from her, so close she had to crane her neck to continue eye contact.  “Or even when you’re in my hoodie.”  He smoothed the fabric over her shoulders and down her arms and back up, his hands lingering at her hood, right by her neck, no longer pretending they were only there to adjust the hoodie.   “Actually, especially in my hoodie.  And you in my hoodie in the morning when your hair’s a mess and you’re completely unguarded?  It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever se…”

His sentence was cut off by her soft lips colliding with his.  He froze for less than a millisecond before his body reacted, acting before his mind caught up with what was happening.  One hand wound around her neck to hold her lips in place while the other worked their way down to her hip and pulled her tight against him.  His mind caught up just in time to hear her whimper quietly, driving his mind into hyperdrive and heightening every sensation.

He tightened his grip on her to feel more of her against him at the same time she pushed up to deepen the kiss, causing him to groan this time, which seemed to encourage her to let her hands roam his neck and chest, causing him to groan louder.  The groan almost turned into a growl when she lowered down and broke contact, both breathing hard.

She took a moment to catch her breath before looking up to meet his eyes through her lashes.  “I wasn’t sure you were actually looking,” she said breathlessly.  “I hoped, but…”

“Oh, Pixie,” he cupped her face and gently stroked her cheek, “I’ve been watching since you stormed into the Justice League meeting room in the middle of one of B’s speeches and started yelling at him to back the fuck off and stick to his own narrow-minded lane.”

Marinette buried a snort in his chest.  “I don’t think that’s exactly what I said,” she muttered against his pectoral, not quite ready to show her face.

“No, I’m pretty sure it was,” he snickered.  He pulled back from her and ducked slightly to meet her eyes.  “Haven’t been able to stop looking since.  I’m too afraid to look away, because everything with you is too important to miss.”

She grinned up at him.  “Then maybe you should take a closer look,” she murmured as she guided his lips back to hers.

#maribat #Jasonette July #Jasonette July 2023 #jasonette #prompt - Now Kiss

[dreamersbcll]

You know what would be cool? Imagine if mybe christina was worse than we thought, and before the all scream 2022 events, something happens and tara calls sam and then she takes her away from that house.

“SOS”

——————————————————————————-

“Long night?”

Sam looked up from scrubbing the grill, grinning at her coworker Zach.

Putting the grill brush down, she went to the hand wash station to clean her hands. “Well, we just worked two clopen shifts in a row and are starting our third. Also, I’m running solely on red bull and wafers, so you tell me, smartass,”.

He just smiled back at her, tossing a towel her way. “Yet you’re still here for another day with me. Face it, Sam, you’re in love with me,” he teased, bumping her hip with his.

She shoved him back, laughing despite herself. “Yeah, and what would your boyfriend say about that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Let me ask,”.

Before she could retort, her phone started ringing in her pocket. It was the ringtone she had specifically for unknown callers. But this one felt different like her phone was burning her in her pocket.

Sam took it out, looking at the screen. It was indeed an unknown number, but the sequence of numbers made her stomach bottom out. It was the area code for Woodsboro. She thought she had gotten rid of all her ties to that place. Not.

“Uh… could you cover the window? I’ll be back in a second,” she asked, giving Zach puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes but waved her off. “Joe catches you slacking, don’t bring me into it,”.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she muttered, heading out of the store.

Once outside, she answered the call, nervous to find who may be on the other end.

“Hello?” she asked, unsure of what was happening.

The second she had the voice, she knew she was in deep shit. She recognized that voice. It was the one that she had abandoned four years ago.

“Sam.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her stomach immediately souring. She tried to stop her hands from shaking, but it was useless.

“Tara? Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you?” she frantically asked, nausea rising inside her.

Tara paused, her breathing heavy. Sam could hear that something was going on in the background. Yelling. Someone was screaming and breaking something. She could listen to Tara’s breaths becoming wheezy and a woman crying in Spanish. Christina.

Switching to Spanish, Sam spoke quietly, sensing her mother was on another rage fit. The last thing she needed to do was alert Christina of her baby sister’s hiding place.

“Mi cielo. ¿Qué está pasando? ¿Estás a salvo?”

(My sky. What’s going on? Are you safe?)

She could hear Tara whimper at the words and shift in her spot. If Sam listened carefully, she could hear her mother breaking something against the hardwood floors. It sounded like glass.

“Sammy. No sabía a quién más llamar. Necesito ayuda. Se ha vuelto loca. ¡Loca! Por favor, ven a casa, rápido,” her sister whispered, urgency laced in her tone.

(I didn’t know who to call. I need help. She’s gone crazy. Crazy! Please come home quickly)

Another crash echoed through the phone, and she heard a door slam and Tara screaming.

“¡Puta! ¡Te mataré por lo que has hecho!” her mother yelled, clearly slapping Tara.

(You whore! I will kill you for what you have done!)

Sam didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything from where she was. She was helpless, listening to her mother beat her baby sister over the phone. All she could do was yell for Tara to fight and run! Run! Get out! Get out, baby, get out!

Finally, the phone ended the call, the ringing echoing throughout Sam’s ears. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her ears echoing with the sounds of her sister being abused. She never thought she would hear her baby sister cry like that again, especially not through the phone.

Without a second thought, she pocketed her phone and made her way to her car, peeling away out of the parking lot.

——

Everything got hazy after the first punch.

The fucked-up part was that Tara was having a good day. She has aced her AP Biology exam and got an A- on her English paper. Plus, Amber had given her her favorite hoodie back. And the twins had invited her to go ice skating with them.

Naturally, nothing good in Tara's life could stay. She was destined to be punished. She knew that deep down, she was a glutton for punishment. How else would she know if she was alive if she hadn't been beaten down by something?

But she wasn’t expecting her mother to go off the rails so soon. They had such a good run in the last couple of weeks. Tara keeps a wide berth from Christina, and in return, her mother gets wasted in the backyard—a win-win.

Within the last day, something had snapped inside of her mother. She had been on the warpath more than usual, smashing bottles onto the floor and breaking random pieces of furniture. It was only a matter of time before Tara would be next.

She was hoping for more time. One more day. If she had made it one more day, she could’ve been out of the house and safe with the twins. But luck was never on her side.

The surprise punch to the jaw once she walked through the front door was shocking, but it kicked her into high gear. Dizzy and disoriented, she shoved her mother back, sprinting up the stairs. She slipped on a broken bottle, falling to her knees, hissing as glass embedded into her palms and knees. It didn’t matter, and she had to move.

Barricading into her closet, she got her phone out, trying to decide who to call. Her jaw aching and her vision blurry, she tried to wrack her brain for somebody. Anybody.

She decided on the long shot. Her mother was making her way upstairs, screaming in a messy mix of Spanish and English. It was now or never.

Dialing the one number she saved under Unknown, she prayed for a miracle.

Luckily her big sister picked up, and Tara blurted out that she needed help. For a moment, hope fluttered in her chest, hearing her big sister’s voice. Maybe, just maybe, this would work.

If only her mother didn’t hit her with that chair. She had no idea if Sam had heard her or if she was coming. All she knew was that she potentially dialed the last phone call she would ever make.

Once she felt her ribs crunch and her nose break, did she give into the darkness creeping behind her eyes. Maybe when she woke, this would all be over.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wake up alive or dead. She just wanted the pain to stop. Whatever did that, she would take it mercifully.

——

The drive to Woodsboro took maybe an hour, hour and a half. Sam wasn’t ready to unpack why she only lived an hour away from her sister. She didn’t have time to blame herself when something was wrong.

Pulling into the lawn, she didn’t even bother to shut the car off. She threw her seatbelt off and tore across the property. Throwing open the door, she paused in the doorway, staring into the abyss.

It was strange. She wasn’t expecting everything to look the same. She would’ve thought that her absence would change everything. Yet the walls were empty of photographs, and the floor was still dirty from nights of sin.

The shrieks and yelling snapped her out of her trance, and Sam bolted up the stairs. The only light on upstairs was Tara's room, and that’s when she could hear the screaming.

“Sammy! Sammy, help! Help!” shrieked her baby sister above the noise of slapping and swearing.

Sam went to the room and saw her mother above her baby sister, hitting her with what looked like a trophy. Tara’s trophy. Second-grade spelling bee winner.

Her little sister was crumpled on the ground, with a bloody nose and a gash below her eye that stretched over her cheek. Tara looked dazed, her eyes unfocused and her hands shaking, trying to protect herself from the blows feebly.

Christina, on the other hand, looked about the same as the last time Sam had seen her. Long, dark stringy hair framed a gaunt face, eyes rimmed red, and a sneer so ugly that it made Sam cringe.

She sprung into action, tackling her mother against the wall. She pinned Christina there, one arm barred against her throat, the other wrestling the bloody trophy from her hand. Her mother’s eyes were wide in surprise, a snarl forming on her lips.

“So the prodigal daughter returns! ¡La hija de un asesino!” her mother sneered, choking a bit as Sam pressed harder against her throat.

(The murderer’s daughter!)

Sam finally got the trophy out, throwing it down on the ground. Tara whimpered from her crumpled state at the broken award, watching another childhood memory shatter. Sam didn’t fucking care. She had to end this.

Pressing her arm harder in the throat, she let her mother choke, her arms clawing at Sam’s to make her let go. But Sam wouldn’t budge. She grinned as her mother's eyes grew more panicked. She wanted to see the light die from her mother’s eyes; she wanted to feel the life leave her body. It would be the ending that she deserved.

But something nagged her to turn around and look at Tara. Look at her baby sister.

Giving in, Sam turned to look, ignoring the gasps of her mother. She looked down at her baby sister, taking in the little girl she had left before.

Tara looked up at her, her nose gushing blood, wheezing. Sam could make out a bruised ring appearing around Tara’s neck. A choke mark. She pressed harder into her mother’s throat, feeling the desperation set into her mother’s body.

Her baby sister just kept staring at Sam, her big brown eyes full of sadness, of tears that weren’t falling. Sam could feel shame prickle up her back, her face growing warm. Tara shook her head at Sam, silently pleading for her to let Christina go.

Even after all these years, Tara had some hypnotic grip on Sam. Her baby sister nodded at Sam, coughing a bit of blood up. Sam nodded back and let her mother crumpled to the floor, gasping.

In a heartbeat, Sam was on the floor, soothing her baby sister. She kissed Tara’s head and smoothed the hair out of her eyes. Tara cried in response, nails clinging onto Sam’s skin, sinking in. Sam let her hold on as she kept kissing her head and rocking her back and forth.

After a minute or two, Sam scooped Tara up, ignoring the whimpers of distress, silencing her. Tara cried out in pain but still curled into Sam’s embrace, her head tucked into her shoulder.

As Sam turned around to leave, she heard the raspy voice of her mother, forcing her to pause.

“Where are you going with her? She’s defective, you know. You’re not stupid, Sam- you’ve always been the stronger one,” she croaked out.

Sam shook her head, staring down at her mother. She didn’t succumb to the temptation to put Tara down and finish it for good. Instead, she stood ramrod straight, her eyes unforgiving, her hands unrelenting. Tara could sense the words about to come out, and she buried her face deeper into Sam’s chest.

“You never wanted either of us. I’m doing you a favor. I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place,” she hissed back, staring daggers at her mother's broken body.

Tilting her head, Christina stared back in wonder. “And what would that be?”

“Leaving with Her. Just like I should’ve done,” Sam said.

Despite her mother’s pleas, and the broken bottles being thrown at the two, Sam marched on, cradling Tara tightly to her chest.

This was her redo. There would never be another one.

She wasn’t leaving without her girl this time around.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #lets go scream let’s go #AU: i’ve got blood in my hands

[yuuxhan]

The city of Freedom

Venti x reader (Rev. Comfort! You -> helping venti with his nightmare)

(( I think I already did one like this before but :) it doesn’t hurt to have another! It’s angst timmee! ))

It’s mostly a silent night tonight. The winds in your cottage home in Springvale have ceased, leaving silence throughout the nation of Mondstadt. The birds have rested for the night, leaving the nocturnal creatures to come out. Your cottage was warm, the fireplace was going, blankets spread everywhere on the couch.. your vision on the table beside it. And, of course, your lover.. the Archon himself on your couch beside you.. all snuggled up in your blanket. The two of you were just cuddling, enjoying the night sounds as your window was open. Venti had fallen asleep in your arms, the archon’s soft snores echoing your livingroom. You on the other hand had been awake still, but with the both of you cuddling for a few hours now, you got hungry.. and decided to slowly slip away from him.. off from under the covers and out of the couch.

You managed to free yourself from the God’s grasp successfully, giving him a small kiss on his temple before making your way into the kitchen… the wall right behind the couch. You had to be as quiet as possible not to wake him up since the rooms were close together. Though, the kiss you had gave him had woke him slightly, and he shifted on the couch, turning so that his face was directed inwards to the couch and his back out to the rest of the livingroom. The blanket exposing his body, his small shirt and shorts. The blanket had moved and caused the cooler outside air to hit him, despite the fireplace warming the room. He shivered, and moved again onto his stomach, it seemed like he was starting to wake up..? You could hear a small tired groan coming from him from all the way in the kitchen.

A few minutes passed, your movement in the kitchen drowned out any noise that was happening in the livingroom. You decided you didn’t want to cook, it would be too noisy to take out pots and pans while he sleeps, so you just dug into the pantry.. the bags crinkling under your fingertips. Eventually you found your snack, but with the silence now coming back, you can hear some noises from the other room. You weren’t sure what it was, not even expecting it to be venti.. you put your snack down and out of curiosity, peeked your head into the room. Everything was the same, everything except the god.. he kept moving on the couch in a cold sweat, the blanket halfway off of him, tangled between his legs, and he’s making groans.

You got worried, and quickly made your way beside him, sitting down on the couch by his waist so he wasn’t able to fall off. “Venti..” you called out to him, putting your hand onto his chest. You could practically feel his heart being out of his chest, he’s shaking and he felt sweaty.. the response he gave you was a groan, and a very quiet whisper. “Mond.. stadt.. I.. failed..” he trailed off after that last word. You put the pieces together, the god is having a nightmare of his nation falling to its core, probably bringing the past back of the archon war.. of… the time the nameless bard died. You wanted to calm him, frantically trying to think of a way.. but all you could do at the moment was to just rub his side and whisper back to him. “Ven, Mondstadt is okay.. everyone’s safe.. it’s just a nightmare-“ You were cut off by a sudden “no!” shouted by him. He turned again, this time to face you, he felt your thigh close to his face.. and so without even realizing, he hugged it tightly, gripping onto your leg as if his life depended on it. “I.. I’m sorry… Dvalin.. I failed.. you..” you could hear him speak again in a shaky tone, he seemed so distressed and afraid. All you could do was lean close to him, rubbing his back in small circles and trying to talk to him between your shushes, giving him kisses and little hugs…

A few minutes passed but it seems like your work was in vain, the god was shaking more and tearing up now.. his nightmare had gotten worse and he’s still tossing and turning to the point where he wasn’t laying still for at least a few seconds. You tried to hold him down but it resulted in a terrifying scream from him.. the god of freedom hated to be held or tied down to things, no matter what it was. You felt to miserable, seeing him in such a state and not being able to help.. even kissing him wasn’t doing much at this point. His body was heaving and shaking terribly, he’s hugging himself, gripping his skin like his nails were claws.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, venti awoke with a startle, without any warning. He immediately sat up, wide eyed, his hair a mess and his hands covering his face. He looked terrified, like he’s saw something worse than a ghost. Though mondstadt was fine, he thought his dream was real.. it felt too real.. and blinded by his dream, he heard you call to him, a worried voice speak out and a hand on his shoulder. But that only startled him more, making him snap out of his terrified state and in a sudden rush, he realized where he was and that the dream was definitely real. He wanted to move, but you were in the way, so he suddenly pushed you aside, accidentally making you fall off of the couch and onto the floor.. he got up and started running to the door, making a beeline straight for it.

Lucky you didn’t hit your head, but you fell on your butt, and it hurt. “Venti!!” You shouted as you watched him go outside and dash off without you into the night. He’s too blinded by his nightmare to realize it was all just a dream. The god, outside of the house, he’s in a panic, he didn’t have time to run all the way to the city, so instead he floated up above the house, above the trees. The night remained clear throughout the hour of his nightmare.. but in the distance, the city looked fine.. lights were off, the windmills dancing with the breeze, everything seemed… normal… It was your voice shouting his name again that caught him back to reality, you ran outside with the blanket around your shoulders, staring up at venti who was flying above you.

The voice brought him back.. and after seeing mondstadt for himself… seeing that the city was fine, realizing it was all just a nightmare and he was wrong.. his panic died down. His breathing slowed, but now he just looked so empty.. he looked so, guilty. Venti slumped over in the sky, lowering himself back down onto the ground. His arms at his side, dangling limply.. he’s too embarrassed and ashamed to look at you as you came over to him. Though, you saw how calm he was now.. it must mean he’s back to his senses.. so you decided to speak to him again. “It was just a dream.. you have nothing to be afraid of, love..” you tried to reassure him, the blanket over your shoulders, covering all the way down to your ankles. Venti said nothing.. his arms hugged himself again.. but he was slowly tensing up once more.

The god’s body started shaking again.. not from fear.. but from shame, embarrassment, everything else just pouring into him like a cup. He hated to be seen like this, it’s not him.. “I’m sorry..” was his reply to you in an exhausted and overwhelmed voice. He could feel you wrap the blanket around his shoulders, closing the distance between you two. Venti brought his hands to his face, hiding it and letting out a choked sob. He needed to cry it out.. everything that just happened within the last hour was really getting to him.. and he started to cry, letting himself fall into your shoulder. You hugged him tightly, wrapping the blanket around you two and just letting him sob.

The minutes went on, his crying lasted a while but eventually you bright him back inside.. he’s still shaky but so thankful you were by his side through the whole thing, he’s apologizing non stop for scaring you and pushing you over like that. And although you never got your snack, you turned the lights off, and got into bed with him. Venti wouldn’t leave your side and once you got in beside him, he immediately wrapped himself around you. His legs and arms intertwining with your own.. he didn’t want to be alone.. he didn’t want that nightmare again.. even though he probably won’t sleep for a while now. The two of you just laid there together, venti sniffling into your shoulder every now and then. You showered him with kisses, just trying to make him comfortable.. and soon enough you two talked about the nightmare. Venti explained it wasn’t about the past, just about seeing Mondstadt fall just like Khanri’ah did.. watching all the people die right in front of him, the huge ball of fire engulfing the broken city walls.. people’s screaming and wails… definitely not the city of freedom.

He ended up crying again while telling the story, but this time you managed to calm him down.. even though you’re no match for a god, you promised him you’d help protect mondstadt in any way you can. You told him he was strong and praised him that he’d be able to protect mondstadt even without your help.. the nation will never fall again under his protection. Your words helped him a lot.. venti doubted himself.. he found himself to be so weak just like in that dream.. but you countered everything with a response of your own. It took some time but he soon started to believe it. You were so kind to him.. and for what..? What were you gaining? He couldn’t put it into words.. but he was so thankful, he gave you snuggles and kisses in return. The night went on with you two just talking about random things, about how Klee kept getting into trouble.. and that one time where Bennet and Razor got themselves locked inside that gate in Starfell Valley. Venti laughed, he seemed back to his normal self after a while.. but his arms and legs never left you.. he’s like a koala just attached to you now. The chatter lasted for a while, the god started to get tired again in your arms, although he was afraid to sleep after that nightmare.. this time he knew you’d be by his side.. and with you basically cradling him in your arms.. he fell asleep, knowing both him and his nation would be safe now.

(That’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it! 🙈✨)

#genshin impact #genshin #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #venti angst #venti x y/n #gi venti #venti fanfic #venti headcanons #venti fanart #genshin impact venti #venti the bard

[felikatze]

So like... Odin might've had a point

i saw a post pointing out discrepancies in flashbacks, and noticed another.

When Baldr talks about Hoder's death, we see a flashback. Hoder, facing Maleficent. Baldr appears behind her, she is struck down by Maleficent and disappears in his arms.

Yet when the upperclassmen recount their tale to Xehanort in the Underworld, we see a different flashback. The upperclassmen hurry after Hoder, and appear just in time to see her fade and swear revenge. Baldr is noticably absent, for having supposedly held her in her final moments.

And in a third presentation from this scene, given by a fully possessed Darkness-Baldr, we see Darkness strike down Hoder with both Maleficent and Baldr absent.

And yet, Baldr clearly witnessed Hoder's death, and felt immense guilt for it.

So what happened here?

What I personally think happened is this:

Baldr did not get possessed a week after Hoder's death. He was already under Darkness' influence beforehand.

From UX Ven's appearance, we know what this can look like. Ven himself did not kill Strelitzia, yet he has no recollection of the event, despite witnessing it. He has entirely different memories of meeting Ava, whom Darkness took the shape of.

So, I propose that Darkness did kill Hoder, but:

Darkness, likely taking advantage of Baldr's worry, compelled him to follow her to Enchanted Dominion. There, it struck Hoder down, which Baldr witnessed, but hid him from the upperclassmen. When the upperclassmen arrived, it struck them down, erasing Baldr's memories of that event.

After this happens, it's highly likely that Vidar arrives. Vidar is the only one who knows Hoder was struck down by "a formless darkness", and he knew Baldr was possessed by it, before Baldr escapes confinement and joins up with the other underclassmen.

Darkness killed Hoder to blackmail Vidar. Her death would inspire him to take revenge, and taking Baldr would inspire Vidar to seek out Kingdom Hearts in an attempt to rescue him.

If we assume the one week period of Baldr's confinement is from the start of Dark Road to Episode Seven, this would make no sense.

How would Vidar know in advance that Baldr is possessed if he too was told by Odin that Baldr had a different task?

And yet, Vidar only knows to seek out Kingdom Hearts to cure his friend because Odin told him how.

In short, Vidar sees Baldr possessed by Darkness in Enchanted Dominion, and then tells Odin.

Odin tells Vidar about the power of Kingdom Hearts in response, and locks Baldr away as a stopgap measure until then.

During the one week confinement, "influence" turns to flat out possession as Baldr, manipulated by Darkness, blames himself for Hoder's death and gives into despair. Then, he escapes during Odin's moment of absence, joining up with the underclassmen to start picking them off.

When Odin told the underclassmen that "Baldr had a different task," he was lying and deliberately concealing Baldr's locked away status, which Darkness takes advantage of to spin a yarn about "time off to heal."

This would explain why Baldr's room looks like a solitary confinement cell. Cuz it is.

Vidar, Vala, and Vali presumably give up on finding True Light after confronting Xehanort and Co. in the Cave of Wonders over the wishing lamp. Eraqus' resolve likely shakes up Vidar, and he comes to realize the futility of his plan, and that he has been playing into Darkness' hands the entire time.

After this event is immediatly when Baldr breaks out.

I hope this is somewhat clear? I just think this would clear up several "plot holes"

(why would odin tell vidar abt KH, why did Odin lie abt Baldr, why did Baldr's cell look Like That, why are the three flashbacks of Hoder's death so different, how did Vidar figure out Baldr is possessed so early, etc)

so yeah! odin might've had a good reason, but that just made everything worse!

Remember, Ven could oppose the darkness within himself and regain his memories of the true sequence of events after being supported by his friends :)

odin still messed up lmaooo

#feli speaks #khdr spoilers #kingdom hearts #kh #bored at the doctor's office time to ramble abt kh

[walnutofthedead]

hiiiii 👋🏽

I saw requests open and wanted to make a request for Venti x reader- something fluff preferably, maybe Venti comforting the reader about a nightmare or something cute and adorable- diabetes type adorable, yk?

If not, that’s perfectly fine, thank you for reading! Have a great day <3

ong??? yes!!! I can try this out! I'm not v good at fluff but bet !! ty for requesting, anonnie !!

FLUFF TO ANGST TO FLUFF BELOW THE CUT!!

The night had been so long before it finally drew to an end, the scent of alcohol heavy on the breath of your drunken lover, wafting throughout the air of your shared room. You, yourself had been drinking a bit much at Angel's share as well, which you normally tried to avoid given the effects the alcohol had on you. Particularly, your dreams. Yet, Venti managed to convince you with his damned adorable puppy dog eyes. This man would be the end of you. The silence quickly lulled you into a slumber of your own as you lie with Barbatos.

...

No. No, no, no, no! This isn't right. What happened?! You're paralyzed, unable to do anything while you watch in horror as Venti, Jean, Barbara, everyone you'd ever known was engulfed in flames. It burned so, yet the pain didn't register. The world began to shake. Everything fell, the knights' headquarters, the-

Nothing.

Nothing but the warmth of your own bed and the familiar scent of Venti's wine-stained clothing. Upon further observation, you noticed that there was a wet puddle below your face. Had you been crying?Venti gently grabbed your shoulder, attempting to shake you awake once again. Your breathing was shaky as you whipped your head around to face Venti. "Ven- you're-" He cut you off with a sigh as he scooped your face up in his hands, bringing you to his chest. "It's alright, [NAME]... I'm right here!" You didn't realize you still had been whimpering until your breath hitched yet again. "I'm so scared- I don' wanna lose you Ven! I can't lose you.." You could feel the warmth of two arms wrapping around your body, pulling you even closer into his loving embrace. "I'm not going anywhere, [NAME].. I promise."

And yet, you found it hard to believe. So you did the only thing you could do, you held him tight. So tight the universe could never make him slip out of your reality. The bard giggled, "Would you like me to sing you a song?"

AAEJHGJHDGUYJH I HOPE IT WAS OKAY !! it ended up more angsty than i intended ngl

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #venti x reader #walnut #venti fluff #i wrote this at 11pm on a friday night while munching on a chocolate bar #fluff #venti x reader fluff

[wandering-night19]

I'm probably sharing too much, but this is the last time I'll be sharing anything from the 4x18 coda before I start posting next week (fingers crossed). Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland you're one of the only reasons I'll finish this fic. You and @whenshereads. And thanks for the tag @jesuisici33. It might read a little awkwardly because I left the English in, so everyone would be able to understand.

The dust is thick. It coats his tongue and the back of his throat, makes him instantly yearn for water and to return to the safety and comfort of the kitchen. The ranch hands are exercising the horses, letting them stretch their legs and run around in circles. Carlos is just tall enough to see over the second slat of wood of the fence into the corral. His father has separated out one of the horses in another corral and is finishing tightening up the saddle.

“¡Ven aquí, Carlitos! (Come here, Carlitos!)”

Carlos remains where he is, fists clenched tight around the wood fence. His father sighs. 

“Yo lo aguanto (I’ll hold him),” he reassures. “Súbete. (You climb up).”

Carlos hesitates, but he can see his father growing more frustrated and he doesn’t want to disappoint him anymore than he already has. He climbs between the fence and carefully makes his way to where his father holds the horse.

“A lo mejor debo montar uno más chico. (Maybe I should have a littler one),” Carlos says. “O uno más viejo. (Or maybe an older one).”

The black horse snorts and dances around as far as his father’s hold allows him.

“Este es el caballo para ti. (This is the horse for you.)”

The statement leaves no room for disagreement, so with shaking hands and legs, Carlos approaches the horse. He’s barely able to reach his foot up to the stirrup to pull himself up, but his father keeps a hand on his back and the other tight on the rope until he’s settled in the saddle.

“Ahora, dale la vuelta alrededor. (Now, take him around the fence.)”

Carlos grips the reins tight, the leather cutting into his palms. The horse remains in place.

“?Quien está a cargo, tu o el caballo? (Is the horse the boss or you?)”

Carlos gives a little kick and the horse jolts forward, but it’s worth it for the smile on his father’s face.

“Muy bien, mijo. Ahora, aprietalo con las piernes, no zapatées tanto. (Good job, mijo. Now squeeze with your legs, don’t kick too much.)” Carlos does as instructed as the horse continues in a circle around the fence. “Bien. (Good.)” He settles into an easy canter and makes several more loops. He’s never seen his father so proud. He sees his mama out on the porch, apron covered in flour. He waves at her, his father’s pride bolstering his own.

Carlos doesn’t know what happens, but between one second and the next the horse is bucking and he feels himself soaring through the air before he lands in a heap on the dirt. He coughs dust coming out of his mouth to mingle with spit and make mud. His knees and hands hurt and his hat has tumbled off. 

His father calms the horse and grabs the rope. “Vuelve y móntalo, Carlitos. (Get back on, Carlitos.)”

Carlos wants to cry. He can feel the tears forming behind his eyes, the tightness in his throat. He shakes his head. “No,” he tells him.

“Si dejas que el miedo te controle, nunca vas a hacer nada. Ahora, vuelve y móntalo. (If you let fear rule your life you’ll never do anything. Now get up and get back on him.)”

Carlos stands up, brushing dirt from his arms and legs as he sniffs. He doesn’t want to cry in front of his father. He stays standing where he is, little arms crossed over his little chest. His father sighs, rubs the horse’s nose. “Si no lo vuelves a montar, siempre le vas a tener miedo. El miedo no es malo, mijo, pero no puedas dejar que te controle. Nunca te va a respetar si no te das a respetar. (If you don’t get back on him you’ll always be afraid. It’s okay to be scared mijo, but it’s not okay to let it control you. He’ll never learn to respect you if you give up the minute he tests you.)”  His father pauses, turns to look at him instead of the horse. “And you’ll never respect yourself if you give up now. So, get back on him.”

Open tag! And also no pressure tagging @thebumblecee @heartstringsduet @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom @strandnreyes @rosedavid @rmd-writes @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader

#4x18 coda #The Weight of Grief #i gave myself a deadline #and now i regret it #y'all think you're ready for me to post this fic #but you're not #i'm definitely not ready #first chapter goes up next friday

[ajdrawshq]

@ your tags on my post, i am shaking you like a maraca and yelling "YESSSSS"

i wanna see how kh3 tackles that whole thing because it's so eerily similar to what happens in the manga. and in the manga, he is in so much pain and agony, AND HE'S STILL FIGHTING. ROXAS IS THERE WITH HIM, HIS ONLY COMPANION, and then kh3 just tripped and fell on the glass table.

also, i think about this constantly, i want them to do something with it so bad.

YEA i cant wait to see the rest of kh3 manga chapters and how they handle everything, i especially loved the manga versions for days and kh2 and the way their stories were told - even tho kh3 has a Lot going on that might be hard to show well.. amano's been good at it so far tho so i have faith :]

but yeah that whole thing with Roxas is just . oughh. im not gonna lie even i forgot that Roxas was like. still there with Sora when he perishes until i thought abt it writing those tags but now that ive realized that. why the hell did they not take advantage of that!!!! like ok i get that it was more focused on the destiny trio in the ways i talked abt in the tags but yknow. what happened to "he makes up the difference"?? that wouldve been a great moment for it to shine!! ik they already make an example of it during the Xemnas n Saïx fight but still!!

part of me wishes Roxas couldve have more outward influence on Sora the way Ven did. granted, he arguably had an affect on Sora back in kh2, and while i dont remember if it was canon or even intended, that could be applied to both his appearance (his lighter hair, mostly) and his behavior (his hostility towards the organization members; ive seen this argued both as smth Roxas had influence over and purely based on Soras experiences thus far, and i believe in both personally) but Ven in kh3 was literally able to speak and somewhat act through him. im pretty sure this was meant to show that Ven was fully ready to awaken or smth like that, and that wasnt sonething that was needed for Roxas; hes alright, just needed a body/vessel for himself. but i still think itd be a cool way to express the earlier sentiment. and it wouldnt necessarily have to be Roxas "taking over" either, the manga shows very well how Roxas gives Sora strength from within and that he definitely does make a difference

to be fair tho...... whether that wouldve helped Sora in the moment that he gives in to his despair, im not sure. in kh2, both manga and game, hes in a very different mindset than kh3. in that part of the manga especially, despite thinking everyone (except Roxas) is gone for good, he still has the belief that they can live on within him. and that, plus the literal strength hes getting from Roxas, is keeping him going despite it all. in kh3 his self confidence is beyond fucked, and he truly believes in that moment that hes lost Everything, not just his friends. thats hard to come back from

i wonder if he were to remember that Roxas were still there, if that wouldve helped. whether for comfort in the way that hes not really alone then, or for motive to keep living bc if he dies then Roxas is gone too, or whatever reason, i think it couldve changed something, even if its just a little bit. hell, itd have been great if something like that happened afterwards in the final world. id like to think Roxas had a hand in Sora surviving ..... not sure how but its a nice thought. either way i do wish Sora n Roxas' connection and that moment they have in san fransokyo had more....... More. in kh3. it was a great opportunity that they didnt use/forgot about n im now sad abt it forever

#while writing this im now realizing that Sora rly just keeps going thru the 'the real answer was within u all along' thing over n over . #Kairi. Roxas. then Ventus and still Roxas #ANYWAY BACK TO MY MAIN POINT its part of why i love love love the manga i love how they handle Roxas especially #not that i dont like his game stuff tho dont get me wrong. hes one of the most beloved characters for a Reason #its possible that they didnt do anything bc they wanted Roxas' big moment to be when he comes back as himself once n for all #n didnt wanna take away from that maybe ? idk thats pure theorizing here #but also theres that mention of how Jiminy is still with him after death..... and how Naminé appears in the final world n all that..... #thats not related to the previous thing i mentioned it just. feels connected in a way i cant articulate rn #ok my ability to think is going down now thats all i got rn. ty for enabling me again i havent thought abt these guys like this in a While #god. i need to replay kh2 again sometime #kh #ask #storm-driver #as an add on purely for myself - the thing i said at the very beginning of the tags abt the people within being the answer #or important in some way...... he himself is included in that. bc of remind

[nancythedrew]

i’m still pissed about how we went through two of, arguably, the dumbest most difficult puzzles in all of the games -- Scopa and the roombas with lasers -- to acquire a sapphire for Tazza to ���earn his trust” and all that it triggers is us happening to be in front of Tazza when he’s on the phone with Nico and tells him to shake the box to open it? so ok yeah fuck all of that earning trust that literally did not happen and did not matter because that was the end of any and all relationship with Tazza and then the benefit we gain is that we just overhear him tell someone else something we think is helpful? what lame ass detective work did we do to accomplish that great coincidence. and even the info we gain is really stupid because it’s just “shake the box.” you’re telling me Nancy Drew had a box she couldn’t open and not once did she maybe just shake or jiggle it to see if that would help loosen something up? holy crap with all the movement she was engaged in trying to get that sapphire i’m surprised she didn’t jiggle it open inside the ware house. or when putting on and off the cat suit? fuck that. i can’t believe we spend a solid 15% of that game doing a lame not fun puzzle to not even advance the actual mystery

VEN is probably one of my top 5 games tbh

#nancy drew #phantom of venice

[sxugaryx]

Too much (Fanfic)

New Chapter from my Carlo and Pinocchio AU series 💚

Carlo and Pinocchio rushed to get back to the Hotel, Carlo almost broke the front door by opening it with a great amount of force, Hotel Krat had been attacked and the place was vandalized, they needed to make sure everyone was safe; no one but Sophia was at the lobby and it made sense, no one else but Carlo, Pinocchio, and Gemini could see her, they knew that her power allowed her to project herself somewhere else; Sophia didn’t say where she was, but Carlo already had an idea, he knew that her uncle must have her captive somewhere.

“The others are hiding on the second floor,” Sophia said in her calm voice, she didn’t wasn’t a very expressive person, ever since Carlo had known her she was like that, maybe she was really good at keeping her composure, or maybe she had to force herself to act that way, Carlo knew Simon, he knew how much of a bastard he was even if he always acted nice around him.

Before they could check on them Sophia spoke up again, “Carlo, Pinocchio… they took him”

Both could feel their hearts stop for a second, and then they were angry, furious but they had to go upstairs to check on the others, thankfully no one was injured, but the atmosphere was extremely tense, Pinocchio was next to Antonia’s side, he clearly was worried that she might be hurt due to her condition, even if she keep reassuring him that she was fine he couldn’t accept it, Pinocchio waved and make gestures over and over again, he wanted to ask if anyone was truly not hurt, Carlo and Gemini had to talk in his behalf.

“Pinocchio how about you go upstairs to your room? Just, try to calm down, we can do this, we can rescue Father” Carlo said, Pinocchio began to walk upstairs, everything was overwhelming him.

“I’m sorry my friend, I should have been able to do something, I talk big game, but in reality, I’m just a coward” Venigni felt ashamed of himself, he wished he could have done more.

“It’s not your fault Ven, if it’s someone’s fault it’s mine, it was foolish of me to believe they wouldn’t come here” Antonia was now the one blaming herself.

Carlo spoke up “Alright, no one is to blame here, please let’s just focus on-“

Everyone heard loud footsteps running towards the room, Pinocchio was sobbing loudly, he was hyperventilating, his entire body shaking, engulfed in panic.

“The stalkers, they, um” It was hard for Gemini to say it, the audacity of those people, “trashed his room”

Carlo was even more furious, how dare they? Worse of all he felt betrayed, how could the Red Fox and Black Cat assist in this?

Pinocchio had his drawings in his hands, he showed how they had drawn on top of them, covering their faces with a black pen, calling him a liar, one drawing that he had made of Carlo was completely crossed, with the words “should have stayed dead”

Pinocchio’s face was red, and his crying got even more intense, he grabbed his doll to calm himself but he couldn’t. Pinocchio fell onto the floor he put his hands up to his face and was rocking back and forward.

Everything was overwhelming him, the stalkers took away his father, they hurt his friends and they broke his things, he didn’t understand why, he understand why others would do that; Pinocchio wanted all of this to stop, he wanted it all to be fake, a bad dream, this wasn’t happening.

Carlo was debating what to do, he wasn’t sure if trying to hold him to comfort him would work, maybe he would get even more overwhelmed, but he couldn’t just leave him to cry on the floor. Asking Pinocchio what would make him feel better was out of the question he was in no position to communicate.

“Oh my sweet boy please come over here” Antonia had come to the rescue, lifting her arms to motion Pinocchio to go by her side, Pinocchio ran up to her, he was kneeling as she was sitting in her wheelchair, his head was on her lap; as he cried Antonia would gently play with his hair and give him comforting words.

And so Pinocchio cried in Antonia’s arms, Antonia who he saw as his mother.

———

Everyone else went back downstairs, it was best to give them some space, Carlo was also trying to calm himself, this was unacceptable, Venigni was by his side, he was angry as well, sure he felt helpless at being unable to help but at the end of the day, it was those stalkers fault, and they had no reason to be so cruel to Pinocchio.

“I need to find them, they can’t get away with this, Simon is going to pay for this” When Carlo said that, he felt an intense pain in his head, a sudden migraine, something came to mind, but he could barely remember his memory felt foggy, but he doesn’t like what he is seeing.

He is tied up, he can’t move; why can’t he move? He can feel his body being stiff, if he was already sick and unable to move then why was he tied up?

Carlo remembers the sharp needles, he was being poked and probed. He was treated as a lab rat, as a science experiment

“You know, your father has been looking everywhere for you, he is a moron, he doesn’t even suspect it was me who took you, but don’t worry Carlo, Uncle Simon is here for you”’

He can hear Sophia crying, and Carlo can hear Simon saying… horrible things to her, things an uncle should never tell his niece.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck, blood, so much blood, and then… and then he was alive again, Carlo remembers that his father was crying, that he was begging him for forgiveness, for not being there for him, but he was too confused, too angry to hear his father’s words at the time, he attacked him, and his father had to stop him, but before his consciousness faded he heard this father one last time.

“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him for doing this to you!”

“Carlo? Carlo can you listen to me?!” Carlo realized he had fallen onto his knees, he was hyperventilating and crying, and he realized Venigni was holding him, he managed to snap back to reality but now he had questions.

“How…how did I die?” Carlo sees Venigni look away, and Carlo can see that he knows the truth.

“Please tell me… what happened to me?!” Carlo is sounding desperate, he holds Venigni more tightly.

“You were murdered, he murdered you” Venigni had tears in his eyes, his uncle Venigni, who, unlike Simon, Carlo knew that he actually loved him, wasn’t a fake love for appearances, Venigni truly loved him and wanted to help him.

“Carlo maybe I really am a coward, I talk a big game but in the end, I get paralyzed and can’t do anything, but I want you to know that I will always be there for you”

Carlo just cried in his uncle’s arms.

———

After both had gained their composure it was finally time to go, Pinocchio played the secret key in the piano and both brothers headed towards the secret passageway.

Pinocchio was holding Carlo’s hand, he had his doll in the other, it was clear his distress hadn’t fully gone away, he had become too quiet, completely unable to communicate, and the truth is that Carlo was in the situation, his feeling of being overwhelmed hadn’t fully gone away either.

“Pinocchio, we can do this, we are strong enough to do this” Carlo gave Pinocchio a determined look, his brother looked back at him, now with the same fire of determination in their eyes.

Both of them drew their weapon and stepped forward, ready to take any threats that came their way, whatever they faced, they could take it together.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p gemini #lies of p fanfic #lies of p carlo