#a friend pointed out they look like the aliens from chicken little

[ootah-canadiensis]

maybe the real chances of anything coming from mars were the friends we made along the way

holy shit

#voices of the void #voices of the void spoilers #votv #votv spoilers #a friend pointed out they look like the aliens from chicken little #they actually do #like what the hell #they even have remarkably similar sounds AND footsteps

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - just you, me, and the parasite

Could you do wenclair x venom reader were they don’t know what’s the reader is and they’re both trying to find what they’re are but going through this they both fall in love with the It’s cool that you don’t know to right the pair with the venom reader you could just do one of them if you feel like it, thank you for telling me instead of not just saying anything about it - Anon💜

Looking at the chicken walking across your dorm, you turned to the to the black mass of goo floating next to you and rose a brow.

“Stop bringing him back in!”

“Bob is friend!” Venom grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away as you went to go grab the chickens but he quickly took control of your arms.

“Venom!”

“No take friend!”

“Let me go you little bitch!”

“Never!”

You tried to regain control of your arms but you couldn’t, venom grinned happily, grabbing a pen he started to scribble in your homework.

“Dude!”

“I do good.”

You smiled a little and rolling your eyes, looking at the little pictures he had drew as answers and you nodded your head to him.

“You did great buddy.”

He grinned, setting the pen down as he pulled out the extra sheets the teachers had given you.

They were used to this, venom sometimes liked to help you, he enjoyed doing things thinking he was helping you which is something you knew he liked doing.

Yes, he still tried to bite peoples heads off but that was just who he was.

“Someone is coming.” He growled.

He quickly retreated and hid himself away from everyone and just a second later there was a knock at your door.

Walking over, you opened it and smiled at Wednesday.

You knew she’d be trying to figure out what you were for a while, but she still had yet to guess.

“I need you to come with me tonight.”

“What? Why?”

You let her into your room and went back to carrying on with trying to figure out what it is your homework exactly wanted from you.

“Enid has a date.”

You smiled a little.

“About damn time those two idiots got together. Yeah I can come with you, when we leaving?”

“Now.”

Wednesday grabbed your bag and tossed it over to you which you barely just caught.

Standing up, you looked at her in absolute confusion as you dangled the empty bag in your hands.

“I know you sneak you half the town, I know you’ve got things hidden away.”

“Damn nothings sacred…”

Heading to your bed, you pushed it aside and knelt down, prying open a few floorboards, you started to gather the supplies you had hidden under there.

You put everything on the ground and put everything back the way it was, gesturing for the gothic girl to come over which she did.

“Do you need everything?”

“I’ll come to you when I need to hide a body.”

You smirked a little and let her take some things from the pile, some torches, batteries, a small dagger, some hand warmers, a face mask and she held up a few bundles of herbs.

“Clever, with its overwhelming smells lavender and lemon will hide anything.”

“Exactly, add a bit of whatever else you find out there and it blends into the perfect smell of whatever’s around you meaning you can hide in seconds.”

She nodded her head and stuffed those into her bag.

Then you grabbed the rest, stuffing it into your bag.

“Is this such a good idea?”

“You might get to eat someone.”

“This is a good idea.”

You smirked at the voice in your head, you always knew how to win him over. You weren’t stupid, you knew what Venom liked and didn’t like, and what could convince him to do things.

You saw Wednesday heading for your door and you quickly stopped her.

“We’ll get spotted immediately. I’m at the back of the school, here follow me.”

Leaving your bag on the windowsill, you pulled at the vines a little and nodded your head.

You looked behind you to see Wednesday still coming over so you decided to act fast.

“Venom feet…”

The alien didn’t need to be told twice, as you jumped he became your legs, helping you land safely before retreating again.

“How do I get down?”

You pointed to the vines.

Wednesday tossed the bags down to you before she scaled down and you helped her jumped down the rest of the way.

Once she was steady, you let go and handed her her bag.

“Tell anyone and I bury you alive.”

“Secrets safe. Lead the way.”

You let her lead you through the forest, both of you slowly looking around trying to make sure that you were safe and no one was following you.

“Wait, get back!”

Wednesday pulled you down behind some bushes and you looked to her.

She raised a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet and gestured to listen.

Nodding, you titled your head a little.

“Venom, what can you hear?”

Out of the pair of you he would have the best chance of hearing whatever was going on, and he’d be able to tell you everything that was being said.

He repeated everything, from animals, birds, to some police officers not far off.

You tapped Wednesday on the shoulder.

“Police…” you whispered.

“You can tell they’re police?”

You nodded.

“Tell me what they’re saying.” She demanded quietly.

So while venom told you, you told her, and you both had to stay there until nearly an hour when the officers left and you both went to investigate but there was no trace of them.

“Nothings happened recently, why would they be here?” You asked.

Venom took control of your legs, taking you over to somewhere and he crouched down so you could see.

“This.”

You reached out and picked it up, sleeves covering your hands.

You stood up and walked back over to Wednesday showing her what it was.

“A bit of someone’s shirt?” You asked.

Wednesday frowned even more as she looked at it, nodding her head.

Wednesday looked at you as you looked around before staring off into space, it was something she noticed quite a bit.

It was almost as if you retreated into your own head, like someone was still there moving your body and such but you weren’t there.

She noticed the way you were staring off into the distance, and the way your fingers flexed at your side.

“Run!”

You grabbed her hand, and without giving her much of a choice you dragged her after you.

“What?! Let go!”

Wednesday snatched her hand back but she carried on running.

Whatever it was you couldn’t out run it, because before you knew it you were spinning around, grabbing Wednesday by her hands, you tossed her aside just to get thrown back, claws raking across your skin.

“Swap!” Venom yelled.

He quickly took charge, your body changing, growing taller, reflective black goo surrounding your body, and venom smirked, snapping his jaws a couple of time.

The charged forward, kicking the monster back and into a tree.

“Tag!” He sneered.

Wednesday could only hide as you, if she could even call it that, did everything to stop the creature from getting closer to her.

Her eyes were glued to what used to be you, and she watched as the monster finally ran away, realising this wasn’t a fight it could win, and Wednesday stood up.

“What the hell are you?” She asked.

There was no emotion to her voice as you turned around.

Venom released half of your face so you could look at her.

“We are venom.” You both said.

Venom let your face go fully, popping up as a little head on your shoulder and you looked around, gesturing for Wednesday to grab the bags.

“I’ll I’ll explain when we’re back at the school but we need to go.”

Wednesday accepted this and tossed the bags up to you and you held them, still using venom as a suit of armour.

Even as you got to the school his still held a protective defence around you.

You tossed the bags through your window and held your hands clasped together, giving Wednesday a boost through the window before venom easily lifted the pair of you up.

You closed the windows and sat on the bed, and the creature popped his head out again, travelling around the room.

Wednesday watched him for a minute before she turned to you.

“Why’re you still like that if we’re back?”

“If he takes it away I’m going to bleed out, venom doesn’t take injuries like we do, and if I get hurt he can heal it, but these are pretty deep do they’re going to take a while.”

“You’d be dead without me.”

“I’d be free without you little bitch, stop trying to cook!”

Wednesday watched as the pair of you bickered back and forth like siblings would.

She was completely fascinated, and as much as she hated to admit to, and would pour bleach down her throat before ever telling anyone, it was what made her fall in love with you a little more

#netflix wednesday #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x y/n #wednsday addams

[theresawritesstuff]

Maisel: An 18 year old Esther announces at Yom Kippur that she’s changing her last name to Weissman-Bruce. Chaos ensues.

So, little personal author fun fact... While my situation was different from Esther's growing up, I very likely would have taken my step father's family name had I not gotten married right out of high school. So stepfather/daughter stuff like this is definitely has a place in my heart.

Love the prompt! Enjoy the chaos ❤️

Yom Kippur 1976

"I changed my name."

The table fell silent for quite possibly the first time in family history. Certainly the first she could remember.

"What?" her mother asked finally, swallowing down her bite of food.

"I changed my last name. I'm not Esther Maisel anymore," she repeated.

More stunned silence followed.

"When?" Mama wondered.

"Just before fall registration. I had been thinking about doing it for a while and it seemed like as good a time as any. Save the hassle of changing it later with school records, signing up for classes, eventual diplomas…"

Papa Abe nodded sagely to himself at her logic. "I do not miss the clerical errors of academia. The number of spelling mistakes I caught at Columbia…"

Pop finally got over his shock enough to speak. Unfortunately.

"What do you mean you changed your name? You're a Maisel."

"Not legally anymore," Esther countered into her wine glass. "At least not according to a lot of paperwork I had to file."

"Don't get smart with me, young lady. This is serious," Pop warned.

"Too late," Chiam muttered under his breath, prompting his mother to choke back a barely stifled laugh.

"What'd she say?" Grandpa Moishe adjusted his hearing aid.

"Esther changed her name," Ethan replied casually, returning to his chicken.

He was the only one who wasn't surprised. 

Because he was the only one who already knew.

Grandpa Moishe nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Oh. Good for you, pumpkin."

"I always thought the matching sibling initials was a weird trend," Grandma Shirley chimed.

"So what are we calling you now? Deborah?" Grandpa asked.

Esther groaned. "God no, there's so many Debbies on campus already."

"Are you one of those transexuals, honey? Because we'll still love you no matter what," Grandma Shirley promised.

Ethan nearly spit his drink across the table, earning a pat on the back from Kitty beside him.

"Just as long as you don't go parading around in an ill fitting suit," Grandpa amended.

"Nope. Still Esther Grandma. Not that kind of name change," she replied.

"How do you two know what a transexual is?" Ethan wondered, fighting back a laugh.

Grandma Shirley's eyes lit up at the chance to tell the tale. "We saw that movie! The one with all the singing and the thrusting. It was very sparkly. I think there were aliens at one point?"

"I don't know. I fell asleep around when Meatloaf showed up," Grandpa admitted, unimpressed.

"We thought we were going to see that new boxing movie."

"It was not about boxing."

"The songs were catchy though!"

"Very catchy."

Susie barely concealed her amusement as she looked pointedly across the table at Mama.

"That's so going in your act," she muttered knowingly.

Mama gave her friend a look. It was true, but not the time.

"You can't just change your last name," Pop insisted indignantly.

Her stepfather scoffed. "Why not? I did."

"Stay out of this, Lenny," Pop barked.

"We're in my house," Lenny reminded him.

"And she's my kid," Pop spat back.

Lenny tossed down his napkin and started to stand, the limits of his patience finally reached.

"Oh shit," Uncle Noah breathed, preparing for a scuffle to break out and looking a bit too excited about it.

Mama put a hand on Lenny's arm in an attempt to keep the peace. "Joel–"

"I changed it to Weissman-Bruce," Esther blurted over the mounting chaos, bringing the table to another uncharacteristic standstill.

"What?" Pop looked like he might have an aneurism.

"Really?"

Esther turned at the awe in her stepfather's voice.

"Yes."

Lenny swallowed, his eyes getting misty as Mama squeezed his hand, looking between the two equally touched.

Oh shit. Of all the people she expected to cry during the course of this conversation, her money had not been on Lenny. 

Herself, maybe. 

Grandma Shirley had been the front runner. But Lenny…

"Cool. Welcome to Team Hyphen," her little sister Lilah quipped, looking up from her book.

Esther couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped her. "Thanks Birdie," she whispered.

"We'll teach you the secret handshake later," Ari offered, earning himself a light smack on the back of the head from Mei.

He gave Esther a wink across the table all the same, the lovable little mensch.

She smiled and gave him a nod in agreement.

It would have been so easy to resent her half sibling, to blame him for the way her relationship with their father had disintegrated over the years, for taking him away from her and Ethan. 

But she was smarter than that. She'd learned pretty quickly that the kids aren't the ones responsible for their parents' choices. 

And frankly she'd take her little brother over Pop just about any day of the week these days.

"You traded my name for his?" Pop growled, gesturing derisively to Lenny.

Mei turned to glare at him. "Joel–"

But Lenny wasn't the only one done with putting up with Joel Maisel for the evening.

"For fucks sake Pop, not everything is about you!" she cried.

"Language, young lady," Grandma Shirley gasped.

She barely registered the rebuke, venting, "It's not like I'm the only one left to carry on the family name for the next generation or some bullshit. You've got two sons. That's their job!"

Ethan looked up mid-bite. "It is?"

"That and dispatching really big bugs," Kitty confirmed in mock sympathy.

"Esther!" Grandma Rose reprimanded.

She rolled her eyes. "Grandma please. I was raised by two of the most foul mouthed entertainers in the country and had Susie as one of my primary babysitters. That is not the worst thing that has been said by a member of this family by a longshot."

"Why am I getting dragged into this?" Susie wondered through a bite of kugel.

Ari looked up. "Wait, what's our job?"

"Procreation and extermination, apparently," Ethan chuckled.

"College first," Mei reminded him in a veiled warning.

"What brought this about?" Mama wondered gently.

Esther exhaled a sigh. "I just…I'm going to be a scientist someday. And Mama, as much as I respect the work you've done to build your career, I can't walk into every classroom, interview, and workplace and hear 'oh hey just like the foxy comedienne who tells all those dick jokes! Say, you kind of look like her too'. I just can't. It's already hard enough getting anyone to take me seriously. I have always been a Weissman anyway. Papa Abe has said so since before I could read. It will make things easier and it just…felt right. So I did it. I didn't know how to tell you before."

"It's okay sweetie," her mother reassured her, taking her hand.

"So why tack Bruce on the end? People know his name too, you know. Why not just leave it at Weissman?" Pop demanded.

Her mother glared at him.

"You wanna know why?" Esther laughed mirthlessly. "Because he's earned it. I've earned it. Lenny has been more of a father to me in the past 14 years than you ever have been."

"What are you talking about? I've been there for you!"

"You've been in Chicago on and off for almost my entire childhood!"

She shook her head, so fed up she wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.

"And you know what? I get it. You felt like you had to follow Mei when she got her residency because of true love or whatever and yeah Mei is amazing. I get you not wanting to give up on that. And then Ari came along and that made things complicated. I get that part now.  But as a little kid all I knew then was that Daddy left. Again."

To his credit, Pop did look genuinely pained by her reply. "I split my time as best I could..."

"For a while, yeah," she admitted. "But it only took a few years before it felt like you stopped trying. Even when you were here it never felt like you cared. You'd check in with Ethan but sometimes I wondered if you even remembered I was there. And don't say you didn't know how to talk to me because you never even tried. Meanwhile, Lenny…" 

She blinked back tears thinking about all this so openly. "God, even when he was going through hell fighting for his career, dodging obscenity convictions by the skin of his teeth, staying sober when it would have been so much easier to fall off the wagon, he always was there for us when we needed him. He always cared. Always. And he never once stopped trying to do right by our family. He's the one who actually taught me how to ride a bike instead of just saying 'here watch your brother do it'. He's the one who helped me with my debate homework when the thought of public speaking made me want to hurl and let me talk his ear off about music and dumb science fiction novels and what Karen said in home economics and didn't laugh when I had to wear headgear for six months. I had braces by the way. But you wouldn't know that because you ran off to Chicago and left us."

"Esther…"

"I visited. I called. I'm here now. I–"

"So that just makes it all okay? I'm supposed to feel grateful? Honored to share your name because you decided to waltz back to New York now that Ethan's back stateside?"

She shook her head, getting up from the table.

"I'm still your father."

"No. No you're not."

"Esther."

"I need some air."

"Esther!"

"Joel." Mei put a hand on his arm. "Let her go."

It was Susie who eventually broke the silence, reaching for another piece of challah.

"You guys always did know how to throw one hell of a break fast."

The fall air was a welcome reprieve from inside as she collected herself on the fire escape. 

"Room out here for one more?"

She smiled slightly as Lenny came to sit beside her on the cool metal.

They let the sounds of the city fill the silence between them, Esther eventually letting herself slump against his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to tell everyone like that. It just…" 

"It's okay, sweetie," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her.

She nodded, sniffling as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. "I don't care what he thinks. As far as I'm concerned he lost his fathering privileges a long time ago."

"You're an adult now. You get to decide what your relationship with him looks like."

She nodded again. Somehow it didn't make her feel better.

"What you said back there…"

"I know you haven't always been perfect but at least you've always tried. You did the work. You never stopped trying to be there for us. And you've owned up to your mistakes. I don't think he's ever done that."

She swallowed, looking up at him shyly.

"Is…is it too late to ask if I can call you Dad?"

Lenny smiled softly, hugging her tighter. "You can call me whatever you want. But Dad would be pretty fucking great."

"I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted. "I did once. Not to you, just to myself for a little while. Trying it out in my head back when you and Mama first got married. I slipped up and called you dad when I was talking to him over about… I don't know, some plans we had for the weekend or whatever. He took it about like he did back there on a smaller scale. I still wanted to call you Dad but I was little and wasn't brave enough to stand up to him. I was afraid I'd slip up and set him off. I guess I grew out of that."

"You and your mother sure know how to throw down a tirade when someone pushes you hard enough, I'll give you that," he chuckled. "But I'm proud of you for standing your ground. I mean it."

"He just makes me so mad sometimes. The way he just pretends everything is fine and normal no matter how long it's been."

"Oh I get it." Lenny shook his head. "We've had a tenuous truce over the years for the sake of you kids but…"

He let out a sigh through his nose.

"For what it's worth, I've always considered you and your brother my kids, no matter what you called me. Just as much as Kitty and Lilah."

"I know."

"You gonna be okay?"

Esther nodded. "Yeah."

He leaned over to kiss her hair before getting to his feet. "Love you."

He paused at the window before climbing in.

"I'm not saying you have to forgive him or let him in your life in any capacity you don't want to…But try not to stay too mad at him forever. It's not good for your health."

She heaved a tired sigh, knowing he was right.

"Maybe just a little longer?"

Lenny chuckled. "Okay. You've earned it."

"Hey...Will you let me know when he's gone so I can have some honey cake?"

Lenny nodded. "I'll send someone out with a big slice in a few minutes. That way you don't have to fight Susie for the last bit."

She smiled genuinely at that.

"Thanks Dad."

Lenny nodded, looking a little watery again at hearing her say it. 

Finally.

"No problem kiddo."

#Midgelenny #Weissman family chaos #Lenny and Esther #chosen family #midge x lenny #tmmm fanfic

[anna99blog]

Glorlox x Reader: You've Stolen My Heart

(Here's something for you @wheezerblue)

(Also, apologies for how long this is. Once I start writing, I can't seem to stop)

You were sitting at the bar at Bucky Quantos, just sipping your drink and gazing around the large establishment. You worked as a bounty hunter and you gotten your eyes set on a certain bounty, a snake like criminal that goes by Splicer (random name I came up with), who is wanted in several quadrants in the galaxy for illegal trade of advanced weapons. There is a high price on him, for sure, but you were more interested in bringing on justice and peace than just money. As you were tracking him, however, you saw that he was currently at the best fried chicken restaurant in the galaxy, Bucky Quantos. So, you followed him there. As you entered the place, there was a bunch of people either eating, chatting, playing games, and a lot of other things. You placed yourself at the bar, looking around the whole room to keep an eye on your target. As you finished your drink, you could feel heavy footsteps approaching you from behind. You turn around and see a large hog like alien standing before you, looking very smug and trying to be charming. "Hey, how's it going, sweetheart? The names Boogie" he said, leaning against the counter, smirking at you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes in annoyance. "It's going alright" you said, trying your best to be civil with the guy before you. "Say, what brings you to this part of the quadrant, dollface? All alone? No one to look after you?" Boogie said to you, creeping a little closer to you. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, you scooted back some ways away from him before answering him. "It's none of your concern, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. Besides, I'm just meeting an old friend here, that's all you need to know" you replied. "I see, a boyfriend perhaps?" he said to you. "Not exactly" you said back.

As you said that, Boogie goes right up to you, his face almost touching yours, his hooved hand almost brushing against yours, making you shiver in disgust with how uncomfortable this guy was making you. "You know, sweetheart, I don't mind waiting with you for your friend to arrive. After all, someone like you shouldn't be all by herself" he whispered to you, his breath filling your nostrils, making you want to gag at that very moment, but you held it down as best you could. You were about to tell him off, when out of the corner of your eye, you see him, your target. Splicer was at a booth with some other guys, laughing his butt off by some joke he just heard. With him in sight, you decided to make your way to him, but there was another problem you had to take care of first, and that problem was Boogie. "Listen dude, I need to get going now. Don't wanna keep my friend waiting" you said to him, slipping out of his grasp as you did so. "Oh come on, sweetheart, we were just having a good time" he said, placing his hand on your shoulder before you got very far. You abruptly turned around, your brows furrowed in annoyance. "Okay, look, I got no time for your excuse you call flirting, and stop calling me sweetheart. Haven't you taken the hint at this point that I'm not interested, especially by a wretch like you" you tell him, voice raised, swatting his hand off your shoulder. At this point, you were getting more and more fed up with this creep and you wanted to be away from before your bounty went away. Boogie did not take kindly to your tone of voice or words. He snorts in frustration, staring intently at you as he did so. "Grrrph, why are you being so hard to get you little-" he was about to tell you off, but he wasn't able to get the chance when a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, making him shut up instantly. "Hey buddy, I'm pretty sure the lady said she wasn't interested" a voice said from behind.

Boogie turns around and his skin instantly turns pale. Standing before him was a tall and muscular Loxian, who was staring intensely at him. "Beat it man, can't you see that I'm busy" he said to him, shoving his hand off. "Busy with what? Harassing women and getting ready to beat one as well?" The Loxian said, arms crossed, his green eyes staring him down. At that moment, Boogie grew a bit nervous, very intimidated by the large man. "L-Look man, I'm not looking for any trouble now" the hog alien said, a stutter escaping from his lips without even realizing it. "No trouble, huh? I remember seeing this lady giving you obvious signs to not be around you, but you chose to ignore them even after she said no. And you say that you're not looking for trouble" the Loxian said, walking up to him and placing his hand back on Boogie's shoulder, his grip tightening this time, making him squeal. You watch this whole scene happening before you, looking back and forth between the two of them. You look over at the Loxian man before you, who was discreetly staring daggers at Boogie as he spoke to him. You weren't sure where he came from, and you wanted to feel annoyed with him defending you, as you could easily take care of yourself, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel grateful and relieved that he was helping you out. You also couldn't help but admire him a bit also. He too looked to be a bounty hunter as well, and you swore that you've seen him somewhere before, but you couldn't remember where exactly. Suddenly, a beeping sound interrupted your trance. All three of you turned around and you see one of the chicken robots approaching you. "Hey, how's it going you guys? Hopefully you're all doing well and are not about to scuffle, because if you do, you'll be BANNED!!!!" he said, going from chill and professional to murderous and scary in that moment. Boogie, not looking to get banned, released himself from the Loxian, apologizing profusely towards you and the robot, and made his way to the exit.

Both you and the Loxian watched Boogie leave in a quick haste, not really sure what to think in that moment. "Well, that happened" you said. "Yep, certainly did" he replied. He looks over at you, concern written on his face. "Are you okay though?" he asks you. "Yea, yea, I'm okay. I could have easily handled him had you not intervened, though" you said to him, crossing your arms as you did so. "I had no doubt you would've, but I still couldn't stand by and do nothing to at the very least help out a bit" he said. By the sound of his voice, you could tell that he sounded genuine by his words. You unfolded your arms and said "I guess so, with that, I am grateful for your actions, and you did so with the risk of getting yourself banned" you said, a playful smirk appearing on your face. The Loxian couldn't help but laugh at your little joke. "It was a risk worth taking" he chuckled. He extends his hand out to you and said "I'm Glorlox, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier". "It's no worries, I'm Y/N, you're a bounty hunter, I presume? I somehow recognize the name from somewhere" you said, extending your hand also. "The one and only" he replied. At that moment, when your hands touched, you're not sure or why, but for some reason, you felt some kind of spark shoot through you like a bullet. You look up at Glorlox, and by the look on his face, he felt the same thing as well. You both looked at each other, not saying a single word to one another. Suddenly realizing how long your held hands and feeling a bit embarrassed, you cleared your throat and released your hold on him, your face flushing a dark red. Glorlox felt a bit embarrassed himself, scratching the back of his head and turning away for a brief moment. "Sorry about that, I wasn't aware how long we were in that position" he said, looking back to you after calming himself. You were about to tell him that it was fine, when you look over the Loxian's shoulder and see that Splicer had disappeared from the booth. Your eyes widened in realization. You gotten so distracted by that creep Boogie and your savior Glorlox, that you completely forgotten about your target. Looking around the restaurant, you can see Splicer exiting the place through the doorway. You didn't want to step away from Glorlox, but you have a job to do. "Look, Glorlox, not that I don't want to talk to you more. Believe me, I do, but I really need to get going. Don't want to be late for my, um, hair appointment. I hope to see you around" you said, quickly making your way to the exit, leaving behind a bewildered and suspicious Glorlox, who looks at your retreating form, curiosity plastered on his face.

You exit the dining area and enter the parking area, your eyes scanning around for Splicer. You see his ship, which was still there, so he hasn't left Bucky Quantos. You look around, trying to find any trace of him. Then, all of a sudden, you can feel a presence coming from behind you. In an instant, you elbowed the person behind you, flung them in front of your, taking out your gun and towards you. You are now face to face with your target, Splicer, who kneeled down and held his ribs in pain. "Well, you don't look as tough as I thought you would be" you said to him, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. Then, before you had a chance to do anything else, Splicer uses his long tail to wrap around your body, squeezing you tightly. You let out a gasp, your eyes widening in complete shock, so much shock that your dropped your gun at that very moment. You couldn't believe you let your guard down like this. "Never underesssstimate me, bounty hunter, I know a trick or two up my ssssself" he said to you, his tail tightening his hold on you when you tried to wiggle your way out. You tried your darn hardest to escape from his hold, but Splicer refused to release his hold on you. "I wouldn't try to do that if I were you, you'll only make it harder on yourssssself" he said, his serpentine like eyes staring dangerously into your e/c orbs. Despite that, you still persisted. Splicer picks up your gun, aiming directly at you, instantly making you grow stiff. "Any lasssst wordsssss, bounty hunter?" he asks you, his grip on you not faltering once. You stare at him for a moment, about ready give him a sarcastic reply. Just before you did so, however, Splicer was hit with a freeze ray of some kind, his grip on you loosening, making you fall to the floor. Thankfully, you managed to land on your feet. As you got up, you look behind you, and sure enough, you see Glorlox standing by the doorway, gun in his hand, a confident smirk on his face. He looks over at you, walks up to you and said "you're really cutting it close, aren't you Y/N?" As he said that, you noticed that he wasn't alone. You see three aliens that look like a hippo, a bat and a frog dog hybrid that followed behind him. "Good shot, Glorlox, Bogdog is impressed" the frog dog hybrid said, revealing his name to be Bogdog. "He certainly was quite the sneaky one, am I right Torga?" the bat said. "Took the words right out of my mouth, Lootbat" said the hippo. You look over at Splicer, then at Glorlox and Splicer again, until it suddenly clicked on your head what was happening. "You were after him also?" you asked the Loxian, just as he was cuffing the snake like alien. "Yep, we've been tracking him for quite some time now. I had no idea you were after him as well, but I gotta say, you're not bad for a bounty hunter" he said, looking up to you.

You felt your cheeks flush when Glorlox said that to you. You looked away bashfully, not wanting the Loxian to look at how your face is. "Would you pleassse knock off the flirting and jusssst turn me in already" Splicer said to him, his voice full of annoyance and disgust. "Let him have a moment, you gackbag" said Torga. Glorlox stood up, handing Splicer over to Torga, giving a small glare to Lootbat, and walked over to you. "You know, if you're interested, you could join our crew. We could use someone of your skill" he asks you. You blinked in surprise by his sudden offer. You were tempted to take it, but at the same time you had some doubts. "I feel very honored, but in case you haven't noticed, I've literally gotten myself in more trouble than I should today, and that takes a lot for me to admit that" you said to him, expressing your concerns. "That may be true, but I can tell that you have a lot more guts in you than anybody that I've known" Glorlox said, placing his hand on your shoulder. You look at his hand, then look back at him, and you're suddenly lost into his gaze once again. Sadly, the tender moment didn't last as long as before, as a Bucky Quantos robot appears in the parking area, somehow hearing the disturbance that just happened. He looks over at you all, and his eyes instantly go red. "You know what, I might actually take you up on that offer" you said to Glorlox. "Good choice" he replied back. You, Glorlox and the others quickly got on their ship, just as the robot started blasting at you guys to get you banned from the restaurant, but with no success as you all managed to get on the ship without getting hit once. Once you left Bucky Quantos, you let out a few breaths of air, trying to steady your breathing. You look over at Glorlox, who looks over at your direction as well. "Is this what it'll be like from now on?" you ask him, a small chuckle escaping from your lips. The Loxian chuckled also, shaking his head as he did so. "Trust me, that's only partly of what we deal with" he tells you. You playfully rolled your eyes and said to him "I figured as much". You're not sure what the future will hold for you with this crew of people, but one thing is for certain, you couldn't wait to see what will happen next, especially with your now blooming friendship with the Loxian bounty hunter. Who knows, maybe something more will blossom as more time passes.

#My Dad The Bounty Hunter #Glorlox #glorlox x reader

[stormblessed95]

Hi storm,

Do you know about the time when Jimin was eating one meal a day for 10 days and how he wouldn’t stop and everyone (the members) were really worried about him so to get him to stop jungkook followed the same diet as him and then jimin became worried about him and ended his diet? I think Jin was the one who mentioned it, I always thought this was what the ‘Manila fight’ was about but I’m not sure. Do you have sources for it please? I’m not sure if it’s even real😭😭 thanks tho

Hi! It's from a Korean Magazine interview from 2014. 141006 Hankyung Interview in full here:

Here is the part of the interview that it gets mentioned. I'm just going to copy/paste the trans here:

Q. By the way, everyone has lost a lot of weight, including Jimin sitting in front.

Jimin: I wanted to show a manly image.

Rap Monster: (Jimin) Self-management is the most thorough.

Jin: (Jiminie) eats one meal a day!

Jimin: I used to be like that, but now I've adjusted it well and I'm doing it a little bit.

Jin: Since Jimin only eats one meal a day, he worries that doing so will damage his body, so he says that he doesn't have to worry about it because he controls himself and eats on his own. After that, Jungkook followed suit and started eating one meal a day. This time, Jiminie told Jungkook that if you go on a diet like that, your body will hurt. haha.

Q. One meal a day!

Jungkook: I'm at lunch.

Jimin: I ate between breakfast and lunch.

Jin: 10 months before debut, I ate only two chicken breasts a day and endured. I'll never starve after doing that. So I tried to stop my younger siblings, but they didn't listen. I guess you have to experience it to know.

V: Before debuting, all the members had a diet. We made tuna into a sandwich after draining all the oil and ate it, (Rap Monster: It really didn't taste good...) Me and Rapmon hyung thought how to get out of here and eat something else.

Rap Monster: How can I go to the convenience store without being caught! ha ha ha. However, Jimin did not cheat. When Jimin was caught on camera, he was more concerned about his appearing chubby than anything else. Doesn't he have different priorities for each person? V and I also adjust, but these friends are so thorough that we're like, 'Ah... I'm still saying let's eat and live, but let's eat some!' It's a bit like this. In fact, even if we just do the choreography, the amount of exercise is no joke, so there are some things that basically don't gain weight even if you eat a little.

Q. Jimin seems to be harsh on himself.

Rap Monster: He is strict with himself.

Jimin: Jungkook rather than me... haha.

Rap Monster: Jungkook is an alien!

Jimin: I adjust to a certain extent, but Jungkook said, 'Ah, should I lose weight today?' If so, you won't eat a single meal.

Rapmonster :Even then, if the other hyungs eat, I'll eat too, and I'll just eat again. Have you tried StarCraft? (Q. No. I only know what races there are.) If you look there, there is something that Marin uses a stimpak, and Jungkook is exactly that. If you use a stimpak, your HP (Hit Point, Stamina) is all reduced, so you die with just one hit, but while using it, you become very strong and fast. When Jungkook uses it, “(as if it explodes) Wow!” Then the next day, “(as if tired) Ah… .” It goes like this. (Jimin: Look at the metaphor. Really funny. Haha.) When Jungkook is wearing a steam pack, no one can touch him. scary.

Hope that helps!! (Also the "Manila fight" theories were from 2016, so a few years later!)

#jikook #kookmin #141006 jikook #jikook in 2014 #jikook diets #jikook interviews

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Just a quickie run down of what I liked and noticed from the WarioWare site, inspired by @freakattack and their post on the site. Got the Japanese page for Ana translated by @scarlett-v-the-fox, along with her previous work on the others before this godly information was officially localized.

Ana exudes a little more confidence in the English localization...or is the Japanese version more gentle?

Kat and Ana both believe that Kat is the better ninja. But I will not deny that it's like comparing an A to an A+ situation. Both are very talented ninjas.

Guess she was the scariest thing she could think of...on a budget.

Kat calling Wario stinky is on point. Ana is a little afraid of him.

Kat's bossiness and bully tendencies must be the scary part of her for Ana.

Wario please do not make her turn into money, I swear to goddess.

There's probably an army of disco dancing ninja cats out there.

Kat's army of turtles! I think there's at least 40 of them.

Kat does not acknowledge Don the Sparrow. This probably upsets Ana.

This is the first time in 20 years we heard of the twins' parents.

I still think those ninja parents aren't...kind and attentive. But that's a story for another day.

Patrols are still happening. Kat likes showing off and being well behaved. ...for the most part. (she can still be bossy and rude)

They love each other!!!

Lulu's interest in nutty cookies and fried slabs of meat return again! But now there's jam??

Lulu sees Wario as a friend now, bless her.

She's definitely bossy.

Her admiration of Cricket is still very present. Very certain that she takes very kindly to whatever he does for her and the others.

Wario was probably a wild child himself and sees a wild child in Lulu.

I still hope that the crew is prepared for any trips to space with the Oinker...there's no bath or toilet in there

Orbulon is able to sweat but does not have a bath in the oinker. Stinky alien.

Red is trying to show more bravado in the English localization.

Most people have cried over Ashley and what Red said about Ashley. I could consider myself one of those people.

Wario calls Red "half chicken" in English, but remarks on his Kansai dialect in Japanese.

Spitz actually writing science fiction is news to me. Poor Dribble can't admit he finds Spitz's writing a little confusing.

The plural of Spitz is Spitzes.

This makes me happy.

Lots of lore reconfirmation is in the site, such greatness! Looking forward to the rest of the gang! Time to write some fanfics!

#warioware #kat and ana #kat #ana #lulu #dribble #spitz #orbulon #why yes i fixated on the twins i'm sorry :( #i don't know who reads this but if you do thank you.

[mamawasatesttube]

i'm sure you'll get a million kons so I'M going to say uhhh ma, lois, and jon! just for funsies.

YEAAA LETS GO!!!!

ma first <3

Headcanon A:  realistic

she has a bit of a paranoid streak. it comes from years of raising a child that people would want to take, would treat as an other, and would fear rather than love, if they knew; she never let clark know while he was growing up, but she was always on the lookout for anyone suspicious trying to keep tabs on him. even after she's empty-nesting, she can't quite shake the habit.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

obsessed with aliens. i'm stealing this from you because it's literally SO fun like hsdjdjks someone take this woman to roswell!!!

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

when they told her someone stole kon's body from his grave, she was catatonic for a full day and couldn't speak for another three. losing a child for the second time hit her hard.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

she's lowkey immortal or at least very long-lived. it's fine she's gonna be alive and kicking for a while even if she IS getting up in years. it's fine!

the other two under a cut for length <3

lois!!!! lois lane my friend lois lane!!!!

Headcanon A:  realistic

she's a city girl through and through. she's used to going to new places on assignments, but the first time clark takes her to the farm and asks her if she wants to feed the chickens, she's a little taken aback, and he shows her how. it's one of many points she looks back on very fondly in their romance.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

one time clark turned off autocorrect and spellcheck on her phone and their friends all genuinely thought she was drunk texting the group chat

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

she knows that she would kill for clark, but she also knows that it'd break his heart if she ever did. this can go many ways from here, and most of them can hurt quite badly.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

i just want her to eviscerate tana moon with a shotgun. is that really so much to ask?

AND NOW BABY TIME. JON LETS GO

Headcanon A:  realistic

the jon @ kon hero worship is so real. he has posters, and also he got a cool-looking jacket to try to emulate his cool big brother, and. and. and he may or may not have severely fucked hecked messed up his hair trying to shave it like kon does,

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

this is actually 100% realistic. he steals things from kon shamelessly and kon can't even be mad about it bc he's too cute. jon knows this and knows that's how he will get away with it for life. wow kon that's a really cool looking sweater you just bought! would be even cooler-looking in JON'S closet instead >:3

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

even after kon's alive again, jon does NOT cope well with media in which siblings die. do not let him watch big hero 6. do NOT let him play "brothers: a tale of two sons". (the ending of this game makes him bawl and beg kon to come home. he can't actually click the buttons even if he wants to see the story through. kon has to do that for him, with ttk, bc he isn't allowed to let go of jon at all.)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

no volcano prison aging up or whatever, obviously. he and damian are besties and damian makes jon sneak him out to the farm when krypto and another dog have puppies. shenanigans ensue. there are super puppies involved.

#ma kent #lois #jon #GOD i kept trying to sit down and answer this and i kept getting pulled away for other stuff jksdjfkds #answers #loisinherlane

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What if Sigyn's stories

Part 21

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynthevictorious @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna @mistress-of-words

Logyn Appreciation Week starts on Monday ^^

That's why the Waht if Sigyn Stories are on hiatus until December ^^

I'm really looking forward to next week and your posts ^^

The Lost Crown story by @jonquilclegane

Loki had enough, and was furious. The AllFather, and even his own mother!, had decided to marry him off to some boring, stupid little princess from Vanaheim. Sigyn was her name, and if Amora, her cousin, was to be believed, she was the most insipid girl that had ever lived in the Nine realms.

When he had announced the blonde Enchantress he would have to marry the Vanir princess, she had laughed and mocked him, before actually showing him so pity. That last thing infuriated him the most.

“Oh, and she’s full of neuroses, crying all the time, from dawn to sunset, always whining about her poor nerves, when she’s not cackling like a chicken about the last gossip with her loud friends”

The Prince felt panic overflowing him, picturing himself trying to read or take a nap, while his legally bound companion got on HIS nerves, for the rest of time. Ragnarök would be a sweet relief… Well, he could find a way to make it happen quicker, if she was really that annoying.

“She is obsessed with two things”, Amora continued, counting his betrothed’s many faults on her elegantly manicured hands, “First, baking pies. Forget about your hall being clean and neat. It will be filled with fruits peelings, and flour, and eggs shells… all day long! You’ll get so tired of pies, you’ll become sick at the smell of pastries!”

He could actually feel himself a little nauseous, only thinking about it… and he used to love pies! Damn that foolish girl for spoiling one of his favorite desserts!

“And the second”, the Enchantress smiled, and pointed at him, “Well, it’s you, dear friend. Sigyn is absolutely, completely, obsessed with you!”

“Me?”, Loki asked, totally bewildered by the news.

“Oh yes!”, his former magic teacher replied, “She is gaga over you, has a collection of little statues and paintings of you in her room, makes dolls to your liking out of wool or any cloth that falls into her hands, writes you poems, talks about you all the time. So pathetic!”

She laughed again, and then cooed mockingly, “She is going to be even worse now that you’ll be hers. She’ll be so clingy and needy, you will never get rid of this nuisance!”

The Prince felt sickened at the thought, and frustrated. That was his luck. For centuries, he had hoped a fair maiden or handsome lord, would take notice of him and pick him over Thor. He had hoped he would be desired and loved by someone… And when that finally happened, it had to be by some mad, delusional, neurotic princess? How unfair!

The day arrived when he had to meet his betrothed, despite trying to avoid it at any cost. He had pretended to be sick, then tried to go far, far away… He had even attempted to get kidnapped by some alien threat, so he would not be there when Sigyn arrived.

His father could not seriously consider marrying him off to that nutcase! It was out of the question.

But his mother insisted, and asked him personally, as a favor, to meet the girl and be civil. So now, he was stuck on Asgard, having to obey and be bounded forever to that loony princess. Why him? Why not Thor? He was the oldest! He should have married first!

Besides, wouldn’t it have been funny to have Thor’s wife completely in love with him? It would have been a pretty revenge for all the times girls had been throwing themselves at his brother’s feet, while ignoring him.

The girl in question was now standing in front of him. At least, she was not ugly. She had blue eyes, and blonde hair… She was pretty, but there were many pretty girls in Asgard and Vanaheim, and none of them were crazy, whiny, obsessive, nervous wrecks.

And he had to marry her… Norns, why?

His betrothed smiled to him, and for a short moment, Loki felt his heart skip a beat, as if he was warming to the idea of this pretty princess in his arms. But then, Amora’s words came back into his mind, burning his brain with pictures of this sweet-looking harpy glued to his side, spying on his every move and questioning them, harassing him, stalking him, making his life a living Hel.

No! Absolutely not! This was not happening! The Prince closed his heart firmly to the Princess, and laughed cruelly at her.

“Do you think for a moment I would actually want you as my wife? Please”, Loki sneered, “I might be forced to marry you, but I will never love you. Plain, boring and tiresome as you are, I fear no one ever will…”

Sigyn gasped and trembled at his words, her eyes suddenly full with tears. The little crown on her head, set with emeralds, diamonds and pearls, oscillated before falling on the ground, as the lady ran away from the throne room.

The Prince looked at the lost crown, his heart feeling all of a sudden heavy with regrets and remorse. He had been especially harsh, hadn’t he? He had wanted to break their engagement and crush her foolish infatuation on him… If she hated him, she would not want to wed him, and he would be free. And that’s what he wanted, didn’t he?

Yes. He wanted nothing but to be free of this dull, disturbed girl. That’s what he wanted… didn’t he?

Suddenly, he was not so sure about it. Grabbing the crown, he ran after his betrothed, hoping he could at least give her back her headpiece … and talk to her.

But when he reached the Bifrost, it was too late.

Sigyn had already jumped, falling into the void, to her death.

Loki stayed a long moment aghast, with the little crown in his hands, last reminder of the one who had loved him, a little too much, loved him to madness, loved him enough to lose her life over him…

Sigyn from the Fanfiction This time, i'll save you by @jonquilclegane

Sigyn has been in love with Prince Loki for years, but never dared to talk to him directly. During the events of Ragnarok, she saves his life, but dies in his arms... only to wake up in her bed, back in Vanaheim, as a child. What has happened? Can she correct the wrongs of the past? Can she save Vanaheim and Nidavellir? Can she save Loki? Well, at the very least, she can try.

Horned God by @roruna

Fitting Sigyn into the MCU starting from just before Thor 1 all the way through Infinity War. Sigyn is a witch that wants Vanaheim to be free of Asgard's rule. She meets Loki at a summer solstice celebration in Vanaheim and they cause some very Shakespearean trouble in Asgard until Loki's fall. From then on, Sigyn's life is a pendulum swinging between the very real possibility of losing her children and the sweet bliss of being reunited with the husband she thought she lost.

This Is a Song About Balder by Barbeauxbot

This Is a Song About Balder:

Balder’s birthday celebration is always a terrible time had by all except Balder himself. Loki’s usual methods of avoiding it have failed. The god of mischief refuses to meekly endure the festivities, and enlists the help of his wife in order to make the evening more bearable.

In the light of the full moon

In order to ensure the survival of her family, Sigyn is willing to sacrifice her personal happiness and marry the blacksmith's son. However, the marriage is not under a lucky star, because her future husband abuses her shortly before the wedding. When her most valuable possession, the little lamb, also disappears, Sigyn absolutely has to find it, because it is supposed to get her family through the winter. The search leads them to the adjacent forest, which is surrounded by dark legends.

The recipe of love by @jonquilclegane

After New-York, The Avengers decide to send Loki to therapy. In the waiting room, he falls in love with the lovely little lady in front of him, but loses sight of her. Clint and Natasha, seeing him so depressed, invite him to eat some pie at their favourite Coffee shop...

The Spy's Lover

It seems that young Sigyn's last hour has come when she is captured by Vanaheim in her own homeland. She has always served Vanaheim faithfully as a spy, and is widely known as "The Vixen". A woman of a thousand faces and a thousand names, she has always managed to outsmart her enemies, but now her own countrymen have turned against her, possessed of explosive war plans that could bring down mighty men .

In the dungeon, Sigyn meets the mysterious Loki, who is a prince of Asgard but also their most notorious master spy. Together they manage to escape. Hunted by Vanaheim's henchmen, a duel about lies and passion develops between the unequal couple. Loki is determined to elicit the secret plans from Sigyn, but the real reason why he won't let her go is another...

Seduction and Betrayal

The young widow Sigyn has an ambitious plan: she wants to go into politics. Of course, that's not easy as a woman in Nidavellir. Especially not when you have your own father's uncle as your opponent and you keep bumping into him at the elegant balls and dinner parties of high society. And if that wasn't bad enough, she ships her own mother to Asgard to remarry. The Follower Theoric Member of Odin's private guard. Who has the solemn task of protecting Asgard's princes.

The shreds fly - and then Sigyn's heart soon begins to beat dangerously for the youngest prince. To make matters worse, he also makes her an immoral offer: he promises to support her political career if she spends a night with him. Of course, that's out of the question for Sigyn, although she feels more and more attracted to him.

Detektiv Sigyn

Millionaire Tony Stark is desperate: his daughter Morgan hangs around with dubious men. The worst of them is the ruthless blackmailer and pornography dealer Harold Hardwick Steiner.

Tony hires a detective to free her from this man's clutches. When the detective drives to Steiner's refuge, shots are fired there. In the house he finds a naked, drunk girl in a high armchair - at her feet lies a dead man.

Broken Beginnings by @mistress-of-words

After Ragnarök, Sigyn is left with nothing but her grief and memories. When she gets a chance to move on, she takes it. But will she ever be free from her pain? Or is she destined to succumb to it?

Part 22 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last 4 parts

Part 20

Part19

Part 18

Part 17

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[lopsidedtreetrunks]

I was looking throught some of my old art files (procrastinating lmao) and found this project I started back when Rift Apart came out

It definitely wasnt a way of self inserting myself into the plot or anything cough cough

Anyway I remember that the basic plot was something like this (this has ended up WAY longer than intended so sorry about that rip):

At the beginning, when Ratchet and Clank are falling through the broken rifts, one of them spits them out over a rural farm in [insert a country here] where a human is feeding the chickens in the evening. They see the rift and the figures falling through it, and run over to see whats going on.

"Ummmm,, are you okay?" They ask the aliens, although its seems like they either didnt hear them or were just ignoring them.

Ratchet, who had faceplanted the ground, peels himself up onto his hands and knees, still not noticing the human in front of him, groans, "Clank, buddy, you have any idea where we are?"

The little robot picks himself up and scans the area, seeing the human but paying them no mind past a quick glance, "We appear to have landed on a distant, primitive planet."

"Primitive?" The human exclaims, "that's a bit rude, isn't it?"

Hearing this other voice, Ratchet jumps up exitedly, "oh good, a native! Where's the nearest space port?"

The human looks confused, "space... port...?"

Ratchet and Clank look at each other, worried and annoyed, respectively. "As I said... Primitive." Clank muttered.

Before the human could refute this, sirens could be heard in the distance, growing closer.

Deciding to let go of their annoyance at the robot's comment, the human makes a split second decision. "Look, if you guys really are aliens, you'll need to hide somewhere. Those sirens are probably looking for you, and they won't be nice."

"Oh don't worry, we're used to running from the Law." Ratchet brags.

"Sure, just - we have a big barn round the corner, and a forest to the north, you can probably hide out there. I'll try to stall whoever comes here for as long as I can."

"Thanks, uh.. what's your name, by the way?"

They all exchanged names before the robot jumped onto the lombax's back and they ran off.

***

From this point I dont have a completely clear plot, just that it's the police and government who show up, the human denies any knowledge of what happened, claiming to have thought the rift opening was just lightning. The police then search the whole farm and part of the forest but dont find anything (not sure how - but r&c are stealthy so I'm sure theyll have thought of something. Plus the police are dumb and tend to half-ass things lol). After they all leave, the human goes to check on all the animals: the cows, sheep and chickens in the paddocks, and the horses in the stables. They check on the barn last, which is where r&c were hiding, giving the human a shock when they jump down from the rafters. They come to some sort of agreement that r&c can hide out there to build a new ship from scrap metal that the human takes from local tips and scrapyards. The government is on their backs constantly but somehow they manage to evade complete suspicion until the very last moments before the ship is finished. The human is taken by the government to be tortured for information, and r&c have to decide whether to leave straight away and avoid conflict, or whether to save their new friend and risk potential capture themselves (i think its obvious which option they'll take hehe). The cost of breaking the human out of the facility they're being kept in, is that they won't be able to live peacefully on earth anymore - the government would be able to find them no matter where they went, bc it would be a global effort since it has to do with aliens and such. So the human has to leave earth behind, and travels with r&c through the universe and more stable rifts, trying to get back to Kerwan. Since the ship is made of scraps, it eventually breaks down, thus flinging the three back to the start of the game, falling through rifts until they end up where they do.

I'm not sure if the human would end up with one of the two, or if they would end up elsewhere entirely. I literally only ever planned out the meeting and thought very briefly about how they would get off-planet. If anyone fancies picking this up, go ahead, just pls tag me bc I'd love to see it 🤠

(And dw, the farm animals would be taken care of by family/friends of the human; they'd have told their closest confidants at some point that they're hiding aliens from the government after acting suspiciously about all the scrap metal they suddenly have lmao)

#JEEZ this post is MUCH longer than i originally thought itd be #i was just gonna post the sketches and a brief description but then my brain went writer-mode lmao #anyway idk if this is even any good or if anyone will even like it but #im trying my best to just post my stuff without thinking myself in circles like i usually do bsbsjsn #ratchet and clank #rift apart #ratchet and clank rift apart #r&c #self insert #(kinda) #reader insert #(also kinda) #long post #sketch #writing #fanfic #also i forgot i set it in 1997 bc of the 50th anniversary of roswell #just thought that was a fun tidbit about it 😆

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[ozma914]

Covid Keeps Quarantines Coming

 ��I'm not even sure how to start when it comes to Covid. As a writer I'm a professional smart-ass, but with this I got my ass kicked, and didn't feel too smart about it.

Illness or injury traditionally accompany our vacations: Last December Emily and I came down with the flu when we were supposed to visit her family and friends in Missouri. This year we decided to head down on a Thursday.

On Wednesday we started to feel a little ... off. By Thursday morning we had to call it--we couldn't risk giving her father whatever bug was now traveling with us. It wasn't until Friday night that we began to suspect the modern medical boogieman, Covid. We missed the trip, we missed Saturday's Holiday Pops concert, and I felt so bad I couldn't even write. By the time it was done I had to contact my editor at History Press to push back our deadline for the Haunted Noble County book, because I'd planned to use half of my vacation to work on it.

The only question left: Could I turn it into a funny blog?

It doesn't LOOK like 102 degrees.  No. No, I could not.

The only thing we did was marathon the TV show The Expanse, and unsuccessfully try to listen to Good Omens on audiobook. (We kept having to go back when one or another of us fell asleep.)

You know, watching TV and reading books wouldn't be such a bad vacation. The problem is that for the first couple of days we were unable to enjoy anything, and in fact we were too sick to sleep. You heard that right. Over that first weekend I, who can't function on less than eight hours of sleep, stayed awake for twenty-fours straight. Even Nyquil wouldn't put me out.

Then, for a week after that, we were too sick to stay awake. That was the period during which we kept having to go back and decide what we remembered last from the audiobook.

"It was Agnes Nutter and the book, wasn't it?"

"No, it was Adam and the Them meeting the dog."

(We were both wrong: It was Crowley terrifying his house plants.)

I took this photo of Emily at the same time the one above of me was taken. She's in there, I swear.

 

Part of it--let's face it--is that I'm no spring chicken pox. When I was in my early 20's I once rode the back step of a fire engine to a mobile home fire on the edge of town--while running a fever.

This truck, specifically. What an awesome truck.

 A couple of years later I rode a different engine to Kendallville, to a tire fire so big it could have been seen from the International Space Station, if there'd been one at the time. I was coughing up junk that looked like it belonged in an alien invasion horror movie, despite never getting into the smoke. Yet there I went, for twelve hours. Our Chief later ordered me to go home and go the hell to bed.

 No more.

 It's not just that Covid is bad. My normal temperature runs around 97.6, and by the time it hit 100 not only could I not go to a fire, I couldn't pick up the TV remote. (Thus the marathon of one show.) It reached 102 at one point. My skin kept trying to crawl away to somewhere cooler, or so it felt.

Emily was running about a day behind me, so I had the pain of knowing what she was about to go through. She's still got a terrible cough weeks later, while mine is just awful. We were like the grandparents in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, just laying there in a lump. Christmas preparations? Hah! We'd bought a new, pre-lit tree, but we never even got a chance to fluff out the branches, let alone decorate it.

I kinda like it like this, though. Yes, it's black.

I was so sick--brace yourself for this--I lost my appetite.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've completely lost my appetite, and I was in the hospital for most of those. I dropped six pounds. This is not a recommended diet.

The moral of this story is, of course, don't get Covid. We didn't mind at all being quarantined, at least not until the chocolate ran out. (Everything tasted salty or metallic, except chocolate.) Other people in this area passed away from it, so we count ourselves lucky now that we're feeling 50% better.

Yeah, I'm exhausted all the time, but I work nights--I was already halfway there, anyway.

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[purpleruneleaf]

so i played with the horror and farm dolls, but decided i didn't like them as much after all. not putting this on ao3, but putting this out in the universe in case someone else might enjoy it. i dunno, i don't feel like i captured either of them very well. rottoncrops (farmer/horror)

3am coffee

He'd heard the stories of UFOs and aliens beaming up cows and people, so when the flashes of light and strange noises seemed to be coming from his barn, Farm's first thought at 3am was Aw shit, I've got me uh intergalactic problem...

With that in mind, Farm did what any sensible person would have done in the same situation.

The skeleton got out of bed, stepped into his slippers, put on his robe, and made his way downstairs. In his kitchen, he put on a pot of coffee and whipped up a quick batch of biscuits. While the dough rested, he washed his hands, stuffed and lit his pipe, grabbed his shotgun and flashlight, and headed towards the barn. 

By the time he got over there, of course, the light show was over, and everything seemed normal. To the point that Farm briefly wondered if he’d dreamt it in the first place.

Better safe than sorry, he thought with a sigh, huffing out a puff from his pipe. Shotgun draped over his elbow, he clicked on his flashlight and got the barn door open. His eyes followed the beam his flashlight made. Nothing seemed out of place.

But he could smell it.

Something faint, bitter, and rancid tickled his nostrils. It was a smell Farm was familiar enough with that he smiled a little.

Fear.

“Yuh can c’mon outtuh hidin’,” he said out loud. Something tensed in the air like a held breath. “I ain’t gonna hurt you none. I got fresh coffee made, and the oven’s warmin’ up fer biscuits. Why don’chyuh c’mon out, an’ we can talk over some fresh biscuits ‘n’ gravy?”

“What’s the catch?” a voice hissed from the shadows around him.

He swallowed hard. Every instinct in him now warned Farm not to make any sudden moves. The voice almost sounded like it was behind him. Farm forced a smile. “Ain’t no catch, I swear. Just a peace offerin’. Yuh come a long way, right? Yuh must be hungry.”

There was a quiet while the stranger considered Farm’s offer. “I… don’t have anything to give in exchange.” A knife flashed in the corner of his eye, the blade curved towards Farmer’s throat. “This is some sort of trick!  You’re going to try and kill me for food!”

“Fer… what?”

The knife edged closer to his throat. Farm lifted his chin. “Food, you simpleton! There’s not enough to go around, remember? You ‘re going to kill me and eat me!”

Farm chuckled nervously, holding up both hands. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on on yer planet, friend, but we got plenty of food here. I don’t gotta kill nobody to live, I promise. ‘Cept fer the occasional pig ‘r cow… or chicken. Or rabbit, but that’s a treat I save fer the holidays.”

The hand holding the knife wavered; the blade came away from his throat. “Rabbits? You… raise rabbits?”

“Sure do!” Farm replied with a grin. “Got me some sheep and a goat too. And a funky little lizard that looks like a dinosaur. Got all sorts uh critters.” He laughed. “Darn learnt everything but uh fishin’ pond, and even then, river ain’t too far away. If yuh stay past sunrise, yuh can mee’ em iffin yuh want.”

Again that hand lowered a little more. “I don’t have anything to give in exchange,” the stranger repeated. “I can’t pay you back.”

“Don’ need tuh,” Farm assured. He shrugged. “But iffin it’ll help yuh feel better ‘bout the whole deal, I can put yuh tuh work. If yuh like, you can stay as long as yuh need. Ah don’ mind none.” His smile fell. “Awful lonely way out here since mah brother moved to the city. Could use some company.”

Finally the knife came away from his throat. The shadows to Farm’s left solidified and moved, taking the form of a skeleton that stepped into the light of Farm’s flashlight.

Immediately noticeable was the chunk missing from the stranger’s skull. Farm did his best not to stare, turning his gaze to the stranger’s bloody, dusty hoodie and shorts. The stranger was both taller and wider than Farmer, and his teeth seemed both sharper and harder. Like they could break bone… His single red eyelight stared at Farmer with wary suspicion as he slid the knife back into his sleeve.

Farm moved the flashlight to his other hand so he could offer it to shake. “Farmer Sans,” he introduced himself. 

The eyelight flicked between the offered hand and his face. “Horror,” replied the stranger, not accepting the hand.

Which didn’t offend Farm at all. He suspected his guest had a list of reasons why he should keep his guard up. Farmer shrugged and changed flashlight hands again. 

“C’mon,” he offered with a grin. “Coffee’s gonna burn iffin we let it sit too long undrunk. Yuh like coffee?”

The red eyelight shifted to one side sheepishly. “It’s… been a long time since I had coffee…” 

Farmer patted his back. “Well, lucky fer you, I grow mah own.” He led the way out of the barn and closed it up behind them. “I even got uh special greenhouse so I can grow ‘em out of season.” He laughed. “Yuh’d be surprised how nice it is tuh have good, fresh coffee in the middle of winter!”

The skeleton paused to look back at his guest when Horror didn’t reply and found the stranger standing several paces behind, his gaze turned up to the sky. Black tears trickled down Horror’s cheeks. Farm smiled and looked up as well.

“Stars are mighty purdy tonight,” he said with a wistful sigh.

“Stars…” mumbled Horror. “Real stars…” He nodded and wiped his face with a shaky hand. “Yes… They are rather… pretty…”

Farm took a hesitant step closer. “Yuh ain’t never seen the stars before, have yuh…”

Silently the other skeleton shook his head.

“Well tell yuh whut…” Farm’s grin returned. “How ‘bout yuh make yerself nice an’ cozy on the porch swing while I make our coffee? That way we can talk an’ watch the stars together, a’ight?”

Horror wordlessly nodded. Though he remained unspeaking and his expression betraying nothing, Farm still sensed a deep, profound sadness, like a wounded animal just about to give up hope. And a small flicker of wonder at those stars. Saying nothing else himself, Farm led his guest to the wide porch swing. The hinges and chains squeaked a little as Horror hesitantly sat, wobbling as it tried to swing under him. It didn’t escape Farm’s notice that Horror sat on the edge of the swing, ready to leap to his feet at a moment’s notice. He would have said something about it, but Farm knew his guest wouldn’t simply accept the words “you can relax, it’s safe.” 

“You jus’ wait right here,” Farm told him. “I’ll get started on them biscuits an’ bring out some coffee, a’ight?”

Again, Horror only silently nodded, looking more and more like a child unsure if they were in trouble or unwelcome.

I just wanna wrap him in uh blanket an’ hug ‘im ‘til he gets it, Farm thought with a sigh as he retreated inside. 

He put away his gun and flashlight and got the biscuits rolled out. Cooking was little trouble for Farm; he enjoyed the task and saw it as a form of meditation. There were certain recipes he’d make on certain days, based on the weather or his mood. Focaccia was good for when he wanted to punch something, and fudge was for when the humidity was just right. 

Rolling and cutting out the biscuits gave him something to focus on so his mind wouldn’t wander in worry to his quiet guest.

He got the biscuits on a baking sheet and in the oven, then made coffee. Unsure of how Horror took his, Farm mixed one with extra sugar and creamer and one with just sugar, and would let his guest choose. 

As he left his kitchen, booty-bumping the door since his hands were full, Farm expected his guest to be gone.

But when he stepped outside, he found that Horror was right where Farm left him, sitting on the swing, crying black tears as he gazed up at the stars.

“How do yuh like her coffee?” Farm asked gently as he sat beside Horror on the swing. 

The broken skeleton shrugged.

Taking that to mean he didn’t care, and figuring Horror needed the extra goodness of it, Farmer gave him the bug with the cream-and-sugar coffee, keeping the black with sugar for himself. Farm leaned back on the swing and stretched an arm over the back of it. He crossed one leg over the other and used his foot to slowly rock them. Horror fumbled a little about to spring up and flee, but once he realized the movement was only them, he relaxed visibly. Leaning forward onto his elbows and knees, Horror rocked the swing with him.

For a while, neither spoke. They existed together in a comfortable quiet, sipping coffee, rocking on the swing, watching the stars. Farm had all the time in the world, and his patience was rewarded.

“I’ve never seen the stars,” Horror admitted. “I’m from a place so far away from them, we had a room that mimicked the night sky. Sparkling crystals embedded in a high ceiling… There was even a telescope you could look through for five undollars.”

“But…” Farm nudged him. The broken skeleton was speaking in the past tense.

Horror huffed a brief smile. “But it’s gone now. We needed the room for something else. We needed the crystals for something else. The star room was the first to go.”

“You don’ gotta talk ‘bout it iffin yer not ready.”

The broken skeleton nodded, and that was the end of the conversation.

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[calamityandme]

I’ve had a better couple of days thank goodness.

Yesterday I had a “me” day. I played a lot of BG3. ROMANCED ASTARION! It was at the tiefling party/bonfire or whatever. It was so fun lol.

I made myself chicken and dumplings for dinner that night. Spent time with Danny. Overall a good day.

✨(I need to talk about my special interests now)✨

Today I cleaned for R. I had a slightly different list than usual. I didn’t clean parts of the upstairs bathroom because she had already cleaned them, for example. I decided to switch things up with my listening selection. While I cleaned I listened to Rhett and Link’s podcast Ear Biscuits on Spotify. I hadn’t listened to them in a while because I’ve been enjoying cleaning while listening to my library audiobooks, but I remembered that they do special sex themed episodes during the month of September called Sextember so I checked those out.

I really enjoy those episodes of Ear Biscuits. I enjoyed What Are Our Sex Lives Like? (Ep. 395).

I listened to half of EP. 394 Kinks We’ve Tried (Or Will Try) but it was also funny. I only listened to half because I had finished cleaning by then, nothing against them. I plan on finishing it sometime soon.

I want to go on a little bit of a Rhett and Link tangent lol. I have been watching Rhett and Link’s content ever since I was first given access to YouTube. I was introduced to them when I stumbled across their video Squirrel Rights Song.

I have watched Rhett and Link videos at many varying points in my life. Sometimes almost religiously watching uploads, other times forgetting about them for a year until I’m recommended an interesting Good Mythical Morning segment by the YouTube algorithm.

Their videos are just a safe place for me. I have definitely looked up to Rhett and Link as father figures in my life when my dad wasn’t there when I needed him. Rhett and Link had time for me every morning lol. That was enough to leave a good impression on me. I even wrote to them back in the day and drew something of me and my friend meeting Rhett and Link lol. I was 17 and she was 15 at the time lol. Looking back, I’m sure if I actually ended up sending them my letters/package that the drawing of the two grown men standing next to two teenage girls would probably be creepy lol. Maybe it was a good thing those letters stayed in my sentiment box.

I loved the first Good Mythical Evening. I paid for it so my friend and I could watch it together. My friend C is also a long-time fan of Rhett and Link.

I just have enjoyed their content and how it’s changed over the years. I loved the small town commercials, the rap battles, the many GMM changes and skits that have stuck with me throughout the years (Moolissa, Cotton Candy Randy✨). I have a lot of good memories with their content.

But anyways done talking about that lol.

I went to this coffee shop by my work and got myself a special coffee to celebrate going to work today. I really contemplated calling in sick today but I knew in my bones I needed to get it over with.

A few days ago I tried to get coffee from this place and I didn’t have enough money to get the coffee, so i apologized and left the drive thru coffeeless. I thought I had enough but I was $2 short. Today I asked to pay for 2 coffees and only get 1 to make up for my grievance. They were nice about it.

It felt really good to pay for the coffee I couldn’t have earlier. I got myself some lunch and dropped some things off at a donation center near me before going back home for the day.

I played more BG3 today lol. Started watching this alien movie called Arrival. It’s pretty good so far. I have just been trying to take it easy since today was my “hardest” day of the week. Hard meaning most physically exhausting I would say.

Tomorrow is engagement photos. I’m so so nervous but excited. I know I’m fat and I’ll look fat so I’m trying to brace myself. Fat doesn’t equal bad. I am fat and that’s okay. I’m beautiful because of me and everything that I am. Mantra for photos ✨ I’m excited for my mom and maybe nana to see our venue too.

I’ll end this post with some marigolds from our garden. Ignore the dirt lol.

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[alexsfictionaddiction]

Review: Bertie and the Alien Chicken by Jenny Pearson

I love a strange, quick, middle-grade comedy and of course, that’s exactly what I was looking for when I picked this up!

Bertie isn’t happy about spending the summer at his uncle’s farm because it stinks and is miles away from his friends. But he didn’t bank on meeting an alien disguised as a chicken and discovering the most valuable resource on Planet Earth.

Alexei Bitskoff’s illustrations bring the book to life and many of these pictures made me laugh out loud. There’s something about Bertie’s facial expressions in most of them that really tickled me. The ones depicting the ‘Nargle agreement ritual’, which involves rubbing butts together, were particular favourites!

The alien chicken isn’t really scary, although he likes to think he is. I loved the fact that this book gave me about 30 minutes of pure nonsense with absolutely zero threat and a little break from the anxieties of the world. Sometimes, you can’t beat that!

The humour is silly but it manages to retain a level of childish stupidity without overdoing it. It’s not so silly that it becomes dull and that’s a pretty difficult thing to do, when writing juvenile comedy. So, full credit to Pearson for achieving that!

Of course, it’s not all talking farm animals and butt rubbing -there is a profound message too! Ultimately, friendship is the big prize at the end of the story and it’s reiterated that we should all strive to make real, long-lasting connections with each other. Bertie’s friendship with the alien chicken proves that we can be friends with beings who are different from ourselves and I think this is really what the book is telling its readers.

Bertie and the Alien Chicken is a very quick dose of funny larks and absurdity. It  manages to balance itself out with a touch of morality, which was really lovely. I’m pretty sure readers of all ages will get some enjoyment out of it because it’s exactly what it promises to be and the perfect starting point for reluctant readers who love to laugh.

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[curseofaphrodite]

Mr. Smiles Peter Parker x reader

[no pronouns used]

Summary: Being trapped on a ferris wheel with your best friend makes you exposed to yet another one of his secrets - fear of heights. | fluff

mentions of blood, jealous!peter

There was a lot of good things that came with being Spiderman – unbelievable flexibility, cool suits, and a sort of freedom Peter didn’t get while he was just Peter. But the job also came with less interesting factors, like how he’s still being tracked by Happy.

I help the avengers, I am an avenger, and I’m still being watched like a kid, he thought, walking faster around the carnival. 

He just wanted a normal day where he wasn’t being attacked by monsters, and the trip was going fun until he got a call from Happy asking for information on why he’s out of the city.

“I am literally on a school trip!” He said exasperatedly, but the caller wouldn’t budge.

“That’s what you said last time and we saw how well that went.”

“Oh, c’mon—”

“Luckily, I happen to be near your location so I’ll drop by and check.”

“Check? You’re not embarrassing me in front of my friends. Happy- HAPPY?” The call had ended.

Groaning, he decided to stay low. He was Spiderman. How hard can it be to evade the eyes of one person?

Turns out — very hard. He saw the shadow of Happy in the distance, so he went the other way, where there was his school team near the Ferris wheel.

He spotted you getting seated in one of the booths and sighed in relief, easily walking past the ride attendants. 

Your other friend was about to get in with you when Peter grabbed the edge of the door and hoisted himself up into the seat.

“Peter what the—”

“Hi, bye! It’s an emergency,” he said to the friend, who stood there baffled. “You can take the next cabin. Maybe.”

Then he turned to you, who looked just as shocked.

“Did you even buy a ticket?” you asked wildly.

“And contribute to capitalism?” Peter looked betrayed, then smiled as the Ferris wheel started moving. “I’m just kidding, I didn’t have time to get tickets. Like I said, there’s an emergency.”

“Oh shit, are there any monsters?” You looked down to the carnival, which was getting smaller and smaller. “Hot aliens? Murderous unicorns?” 

“No no, not that kind of emergency — wait, hot aliens?”

“Loki, duh,” you said with a shrug. “That man is wowza.”

“He’s not that hot,” Peter disagreed, scoffing. “Maybe a little bit—”

“Peter, he’s hot.”

“I regret telling you I’m part of the avengers.”

“Oh please, I would have found out anyway. Perks of being your best friend.”

“My best friend is Ned,” he corrected.

“A person can have two best friends!” You said swiftly, scowling. “And what’s the big emergency then?”

“Happy’s checking on me again.”

“That’s it?”

He frowned. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m overreacting!”

“Your words, not mine,” you said, your hands raised in surrender. “And Happy’s a nice man. He just wants to make sure you don’t get your head cut open like a stupid chicken.”

“That was an incredibly specific insult,” he noted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

“Another perk of being your best—” your words were cut off as the Ferris wheel came to a stop. You looked down in shock.

“Must be some minor uh, breakdown,” Peter gulped, clutching the steel bar in front of him. 

You stared down and realized that just as your luck would have it, the wheel had stopped right when your booth was at the highest point. 

Some people on the ground were waving madly and yelling that they were getting the problem fixed. You raised a thumbs up and sat back with a sigh.

“Don’t move too much!” Peter said warningly.

You were about to retort, then noticed he was looking like someone stabbed him in the chest. His face was paler than the sky behind him, and he was breathing through his mouth, quick and irregular. His knuckles had turned red from clutching the bar too much.

“Are you...scared of heights?” you asked, connecting the dots.

“No!” His reply came quick. You raised an eyebrow so he added, “I’m just not a fan of it.”

“But you’re Spiderman,” you reasoned.

“I know the irony of it, thank you Y/N, helps me a ton.”

You tried not to smile. “If it makes you feel any better, even if the ride breaks and we all fall down, you’ll have the least chance of dying. With your stickiness and all.”

“This is why Ned is my best friend,” he said, closing his eyes shut. 

“No I’m serious, I had a dream like this once. You were okay, but me? I had to rush to the hospital. Blood, blood and more blood, I think I died—”

“HOW IS THAT HELPING ME?” he shrieked, his eyes still closed.

“Thought it was might distract you—”

“You have a sick sense of humor.”

“Fine,” you folded your hands, looking straight ahead. It was hard being mad at someone when you’re trapped with them in the air.

He slowly peeked his eyes open. “Can you please hold onto the safety fence?”

“Why?”

“For safety. You literally gave me a very graphic description of what would happen if you fall.”

“Hey, hey,” you said, turning to him slowly in your seat. “We’ll be fine. I was joking. Say it with me, we’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” he repeated, sighing.

“Good, but in case I die, tell Loki he was the love of my life.”

“FOR GOD’S SAKE,” he interrupted, looking down the Ferris wheel for the first time. “SOMEONE GET ME AWAY FROM THIS SIMP!”

“And you say you’re not overdramatic,” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes.

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After roughly 15 minutes, the ride started working again, and at the sudden movement, Peter took your hand, grasping it tightly like there’s no tomorrow.

“It’s okay, we’re going down,” you explained, but he either didn't hear you or opted to ignore you altogether. He only let go once you reached the ground. 

“See, you didn't die,” he said, buying a stuffed frog toy from the nearby store. “And on the plus side, Happy lost us too.”

“Your first instinct after you get down from a life or death situation is to buy a frog?” you asked, pointing at the green thing.

“This is Mr. Smiles,” he said seriously, handing it over to you. “Mr. Smiles is a reminder for you to not have dark thoughts, especially not the ones where you fall off from a Ferris wheel and die.”

“In my defense, I can’t exactly control my dreams,” you replied, though you did hold Mr. Smiles tightly. 

“Yeah, but if you have nightmares like that again, just tell me okay?” Peter asked, sounding worried. 

“It’s not a big deal—”

“Promise me.”

“Fine,” you declared, giving up.

Peter looked pleased and a pleasant silence followed the conversation, only to be broken by Peter himself.

“Loki isn't that hot, is he?”

You bit back your smile. “He is, but he’s not my type.”

“Ah, good. Who’s your type then?”

“Adorable, dorky, dense guys who also happen to my best friend.”

“I am not dense, c’mon I got an A in Physics. Wait — I’m your type? Y/N? Y/N! You can’t just walk away!”

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[redorich]

to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki​ and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

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