#also so glad that at least some of you recognize that the reaction he had was toward the mention of his appearance

[buwheal]

Bro the askers treat spamton so much better on that askblog.

While over here we send him drawings of his joints and tell him "go puppet boy go!"

Honestly I love seeing the difference.

LOLLL they do… and maybe a little bit of that is my fault based on the ones i choose because im really picky with the ones i do answer (being nice to him, in this case) because there are SO many people who are trying to make him feel better, but ultimately they always bring up something or other to remind him of the shit he’s gone or is going through..

..Like,, “so you know how youre always failing and you’re uh… maybe alone with the (physical) things you’re going through? Yeah? Well ive failed too. Sometimes. Hope you feel better after i just reminded you!” Kind of stuff. Obviously im very much exaggerating what people say but YIPPPEESS its like they’re trying to get him to cry or something. I appreciate their efforts and how much the care but damn i dont think that they’re thinking about how that’d sound to him, especially since his immediate thought towards things like that is that its ingenuine.

I think less of Loki’s audience wants to see him suffer. A lot of mine do. LMAO. The difference /is/ funny.

#ignore the rambling aha i just started writing and kept going #but goddamn #some of them are like SUPER long too #and idk what to do with them because like… they dont need to be super long to work #its sweet that they care though #i think my specific choice in which ones get answered in that kind of context have shaped the ones i get #which is nice because i actually have a good few to work with right now #also so glad that at least some of you recognize that the reaction he had was toward the mention of his appearance #not sure if you’ve fully figured it out though #im actually itching to animate him crying his eyes out for no damn reason #because i dont think i have drawn him crying.. im deprived/j #hes like pretty much consistently on the brink of sobbing lmaoo #but he HATES crying in front of anyone so I havent had him do it.. yet…. #yet…. #theres a lot i really want to do but i cant yet based on the position we’re at

[blues824]

Imagine s/o as an oiran in the red light district and upper moon was isekaid to twst. Every man in the room started blushing of how beautiful she. And they're reaction to s/o has to work as a prostitute because of they're family.

Let me tell you, when I say I did research, I did better-than-the-FBI research. And I didn’t use Wikipedia, mind you. I got 5 websites and 3 books about this topic. I understood the assignment 💅

Also, since I’m on a time-crunch, I will only be doing 3 characters. You’re free to request again, though.

When you first get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, everyone saw you and bowed. Being an oiran meant being high-ranking in a certain social aspect. To say you were disoriented was an understatement, to say the least. You looked and saw that you were somewhere else, and you didn’t see anyone you recognized.

Riddle Rosehearts

“My lady, my name is Riddle Rosehearts.”

He dared not look you in the face for fear he was going to stutter through sentences. He knew that you went through a lot of hard work to get to that high of a position. When he mustered enough courage, he saw that you looked frightened and confused.

“If you would allow me, I’d be more than willing to show you around the campus of Night Raven College… maybe after we get you a change of clothes?” He asked hesitantly, offering his hand to you. 

The geta shoes that you were wearing looked very heavy and not comfortable, and you might prefer a dorm uniform rather than the kimono you were wearing. Plus, it might relieve some of the tension if you were dressed not so professionally.

As you were changing in Riddle’s room (he waited outside, of course), you were telling him more and more about yourself. You told him how you often serviced older men and how hard they had to work to get your services. You also told him how you were forced into this by your family and how you were glad that you didn’t have to anymore.

Once you tell him about where you’re from and what you are, you are already in a relationship. It didn’t frighten him because if you wanted to consume him you would have done so already. You had enough self-control to not go completely ballistic, so he was completely fine. 

Of course, you had to work very hard to get to a position where you didn’t have to sleep with a ton of people because being an oiran meant people were respectful and it also meant you were hard to reach. You often go on and on about all the things you had to go through, and Riddle will be there to listen to everything you have to say. You are his true queen, after all.

Leona Kingscholar

“Miss, are you alright?”

Mans drinks his ‘respect women’ juice daily. He has heard how hard it is to be a woman in general, but you must go through extra daily difficulties to stay in your position as an oiran. You probably have to deal with disgusting people. He will see to it himself that you don’t go through anything like that with the Savanaclaw dorm.

“Allow me to show you to my chambers. There, we will fetch you a set of more comfortable clothing that you can change into. Then I’ll show you around the place.” Man was he having a hard time not stuttering. You were gorgeous. 

Maybe you’d be more comfortable in other clothing than that in a school full of guys. He might have to get clothing from another dorm or something, though, because his dorm’s uniforms were designed for mobility and they’re a bit revealing. Maybe Vil has something?

As you were changing in the bathroom, you were thanking Leona for his kindness and he told you about the women from his hometown and how he was very intimidated by them and was taught to respect women from a young age. You, in return, told him about you and your life. You told him how you were forced into the Yuukaku in the Red Light District to bring your family out of poverty, and he scowled to say the least.

When you get further and further into the relationship, you tell him more about who/what you are, and you assure him that you can control your urges. He was already kind of intimidated by you in the first place, but this made him respect you even more.

Whenever you go on rants, he will often be sleeping but he will listen to every word that falls from your lips in his sleep. I mean, you have to deal with being a woman in a completely different world, all the while trying to cope with your trauma. Of course he’ll listen to you!

Floyd Leech

“Who are you?” 

He doesn’t understand the situation at all. Why is everyone bowing to you? Azul forces him down and apologizes for him, but he still doesn’t understand. The cecaelia whispers what you are and how it’s the highest rank for a person of your occupation.

“Let me bring you to my room! I can give you some more comfortable clothes, koebi-chan!” He held his hand out to you. He wasn’t nervous, but he saw that you were. He’s in a good mood right now because he’s in the process of making a new friend! 

He loves shoes, but the shoes you’re wearing can’t feel good at all. He has a bunch of clothes you can borrow, plus he could ask/threaten his dorm-mates to give him clothes if some of his clothes didn’t fit you. He was very tall, after all.

As you were changing in the bathroom, he was asking you a bunch of questions through the door. You barely got a chance to answer each question he was shooting at you before he asked another one. He just wanted to know all about his new friend! You found it adorable, and you were relieved because you could be yourself here. You tell him about what an oiran is (he blushed a little) and tell him that you were forced into it by your family.

When you get far enough into your relationship, you tell him about your hometown and what exactly you are in terms of species. He’s not the least bit scared, but rather fascinated. His Koebi-chan is a demon? Does that mean you have special powers?!

He always likes getting to know more about you and you find it adorable how he will give you his undivided attention. He reminded you of a small child, despite being so tall. It was truly adorable how he’d drop everything he’s doing just to listen to you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle #twst leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst floyd leech #twst floyd #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech

[helpimstuckposting]

I’m a ghost and you are a shadow

Part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven

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They made their way back to the Harrington house in relative quiet. Steve didn’t feel as panicked as he had that morning thanks to the talk he'd had with Eddie. Though, whatever reaction the gate had to Steve was… concerning to say the least.

He felt grimy and sweaty as he trudged through the last few trees and into his backyard. Wearing the same clothes two days in a row wasn’t Steve’s best idea. He was glad no one had commented on it, though he was a bit surprised even Mike hadn’t said anything. He kicked off his muddy shoes at the back door, following the rest of the Jabberwocks into the house.

Yesterday he had felt too weird about going through OtherSteve’s closet, though right now he just felt kind of desperate to change. The others congregated on the couches in the living room while Steve headed straight for the stairs, calling out that he’d change and be right back down. It would be a bit before the rest of the party joined them anyway.

He felt a little more comfortable in the house on his second day, a little less worried that OtherSteve would pop out like some cosmic entity and scold him for the intrusion. It still didn’t feel like he belonged, would take a while for that to happen — if he even got the chance — and Steve was only just beginning to imagine himself staying long enough for that to happen. If Eddie was right, if they figured out a way for him to stay, if he didn’t have to leave, his life would be so different. Maybe he could be okay again.

He walked into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him, and made his way over to the closet. It was a simple wooden door, nothing fancy, not even a mirror hanging from the frame.

He paused when he opened it, unsure of what he was really seeing at that moment. Half of the closet was full of henleys and soft-looking cable knit sweaters, light colored t-shirts and various colored jackets he’d expected from basically his own closet, but the other half was clad in leather and ripped black tank tops, band tees and torn jeans. It looked like Eddie’s clothes. It looked like Eddie lived here.

Did Eddie keep clothes in Steve’s closet? Why? He looked back over his shoulder at the wall of posters full of bands he didn’t know, eyes flitting back and forth between the few posters with names he’d recognized before, the bands from Eddie’s battle jacket.

Was this actually Eddie’s room? But then why didn’t Eddie tell him, force Steve into one of the other spare rooms last night instead of taking one for himself? He clearly knew this was the room Steve expected to be in. There were also trinkets that definitely belonged to Steve on the desk and nightstand, and half the closet were clothes Eddie would never touch, let alone wear in public.

Steve stepped dazedly into the small space, thoughts running around in confused tangles of yarn that weren’t quite connecting. He thought back to the photos on the kitchen wall with Steve and Eddie wrapped around each other, and the countless times since he woke up here yesterday morning where Eddie looked at him like something was missing, like he was thinking of something specific that Steve couldn’t put his finger on.

If Eddie had simply moved into the Harrington house for some reason, that still didn’t explain why this room seemed to be half his, like they shared it. It just… well, Steve wasn’t stupid, he was there when Eddie had come out to him just that morning, he knew what this room and these things implied. Everything here pointed to a life lived together, but Steve was straight as far as he knew so could that be right? Sure, Eddie was comfortable to be around no matter which universe he was in. He was… gentle, despite his loud demeanor, and he was good at quieting the bad thoughts rattling around in Steve’s mind.

Even throughout their first stint in the Upside Down together, a brush of their sides or a squeeze to the shoulder, the soft dimpled smile Eddie had tossed his way, it all settled something in Steve’s chest. He’d thought this Eddie and Steve were closer, really close judging by the way Eddie had disappeared the day before but this was more than he’d ever expected. Was it even possible? Was Steve just reading into things?

Slowly, he reached out to touch a leather sleeve in front of him. It was soft, worn. He thought about today in the woods, how he kept focusing on Eddie’s lips, how he remembered doing that before, too. How often had he been sneaking those glances? Even without realizing?

Steve brought the sleeve to his nose, slowly breathing in the scent of tobacco and leather, and hints of the cologne Eddie sometimes sprayed when he remembered. This was definitely Eddie’s stuff, no doubt in Steve’s mind. This single closet smelled more like home than Steve’s whole house ever did, and maybe that meant he and Eddie weren’t so out-of-left-field as he’d thought.

He stepped back, letting the sleeve drop and opening his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. He’d ask Eddie about this tonight, after the party left and they were alone. For now, Steve turned to the other side of the closet and swapped his shirt for a Hawkins high school band sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. If they were about to have another planning session that could change Steve’s life, he might as well be comfortable.

He tossed the dirty clothes into a hamper at the back of the closet and turned to leave, his eye catching briefly on a lone shoebox sitting on the top shelf. It was on Steve’s side of the closet, sitting among what he assumed were just boxes of clutter. It would be easily overlooked, a shoebox in a closet, but Steve had the same exact one in his own closet.

It was an old box, weathered at the corners but still sturdy. He’d put every happy thing inside of it; his favorite movie tickets, the yoyo his nanny bought him for his seventh birthday, a pressed flower from his first boutonniere. He’d put photos of him and Nancy inside, some sparkly rocks that Robin had just placed in his hand and called pretty, one of the miniatures the kids had painted and left in his living room one day. Little things. Things that mattered. It’s the box he would grab if the house caught fire.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward and tugged the closet door closed, arms reaching out to grab the box from the shelf before he had even made up his mind. He shouldn’t look. He really shouldn’t look, he didn’t have the right to. But… he was Steve. He should know the kind of life he could have had, he should know what kind of things he’d find important or meaningful. Right?

He took the lid off the box.

It was full of trinkets, just like he'd expected, but the stories they told were of a different life. Instead of a yoyo, there was a little book of nursery songs for beginners to play on the saxophone. There were three miniatures instead of one, painted in matching color palettes. He found more sparkly rocks, different than his own, and friendship bracelets made from chunky beads.

In the corner of the box, tucked away neatly, was a small, clear container with polaroids inside. Steve turned his back to the closet door and slid down it, setting the box in his lap as he hunched over to look.

He picked up the little container with both hands, sliding the pictures out with care. They were just like the photos in the kitchen, of trips to the beach and sleepovers, of pool parties and birthdays. The party in various groups showed up, Robin was in most of them. Eddie was in every single one.

He and Steve stood close, draped over each other or with faces squished together. In some, they were looking directly at the camera or making faces. In others, they looked at each other. There were pictures where Eddie looked at the camera while Steve looked at him, and Steve… Steve looked at him like he hung the moon. Like the sun rose and fell only to see him, like the stars themselves couldn't shine as brightly. Like every other cliche that’s been written and sung and professed about since the dawn of time.

Steve had never looked at anyone that way. Nancy was right, he was just bullshit. Is that how she felt with Jonathan? Is that how it’s supposed to feel?

He traced his own expression, completely enamored. How many times had the Steve of this world sat right here, holding these pictures, seeing the way he looked at Eddie? Did they look at these pictures together? What did it feel like to wear that expression? It was hard to look away, to pull himself from the trance his own face had him in, but there was one more picture and when Steve saw it, it was like the world stopped around him.

They were kissing. He and Eddie. They were kissing. Steve's hand was threaded in Eddie's hair, the brown tendrils curling through his fingertips. Their eyes were closed, fully immersed in the other, lips together in what was definitely not a chaste kiss.

As he stared, he couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie’s lips tasted like, what they felt like to be pressed against his. Eddie knew what they tasted like, knew what he tasted like. Steve wondered if he thought of that every time they locked eyes. Was Eddie the type to kiss fast and hard? Would he push forward with the confidence of all his tabletop lunchroom rants? Would he press hard like he stamped his combat boots into the dirt?

Or did he kiss soft? Soft like the way Steve’s eyes looked in the previous pictures. Soft like the sunset over lovers lake, soft as the tendrils of hair OtherSteves fingers carded through as they kissed.

Steve squeezed his eyes together to stop the burning. He shoved the stack of pictures back into the small container, shoved the image to the back of his mind, too. The Steve in those pictures was dead. The man who looked at Eddie with stars in his eyes was dead. He shouldn’t be thinking about Eddie like that, it had only been six months, he couldn’t image what he was going through, how much Steve’s presence was fucking with him. No wonder he spent the whole first day avoiding Steve, he’s surprised Eddie had spoken to him at all.

He sighed, breath pushing through his lips in a shuddered rush while he tried to pretend his heart wasn’t clawing its way up his throat. Steve carded his fingers through his hair, shoving it out of his face. He reached out to put the Polaroids back into the box and paused. In the crowded corner he’d pulled the pictures from, there was another box. It was small and black, just a cardboard box with a lid, and it was just small enough for the Polaroids to cover up. Or to hide?

He swallowed, suddenly his mouth was too dry. He shouldn’t look. If OtherSteve was hiding it, he shouldn’t look. He shouldn’t be looking at any of this.

He reached out to it, fingers tracing over the plain black lid.

“Steve!” Robins voice shouted from the staircase landing.

He jumped, choking on the heart in his throat and worried that Robin would burst into the room to find him snooping, but no further noises wandered toward his ears. He quickly shoved the Polaroids back into the box, refusing to look at the little black box he just covered back up.

“Just a second!” He called out, carefully putting the shoebox back on the top shelf, hoping it looked like he hadn’t touched it at all.

Robin was waiting for him at the bottom landing of the staircase. The second he looked her in the eye, Steve could tell she was desperately trying to seem casually uninterested. She leaned against the banister, eyes trying to cling to his own but she kept taking glances at his sweatshirt. She knew. She knew he went into the closet, that he saw Eddie’s half. He kept eye contact, knew she would crack eventually, especially as she fidgeted more and more.

She glanced past the stairs, into the living room before darting her eyes back to Steve’s, then the door behind her. The other two groups would be back any minute.

She stepped forward, dropping the façade of ignorance, and put a hand on his arm.

“Ask him when the kids leave, okay?” she whispered, glancing down at the sweatshirt again. He nodded. He’d ask tonight, when the house was cleared and silent, and they were wrapped in the compelling embrace of the darkness. It was always easier to speak honestly at night, whether it was the calm brought by the silence or the dark that obscured your vision, it didn’t feel as vulnerable. It felt safe, like the darkness itself could keep your secrets. He’d wait until then to talk to Eddie.

—

More midnight talks on the horizon for our boys, but next up is figuring out what the fuck that weird tree is doing

@devondespresso @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @space-invading-pigeon @aliea82 @goodolefashionedloverboi @emly03 @bestwifehaver @mentallyundone @13catastrophic-blues @estrellami-1 @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @likelylad @aellafreya @wxrmland @shunna @fangirltofangod @howincrediblysapphicofyou @1-8oo-wtfbro @grimmfitzz

#something something nursery rhymes vs dead flowers #something something lost figurine vs gifted figurines #Steve’s mother gave him the music book #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #the party #hurt/comfort #steddie fic #stranger things fanfiction #helpimstuckwriting #parallel universe au

[lightwise]

TBB S3 E4 Recap and Reaction

- Poor Crosshair keeps getting stuck on cold planets.

- Batcher banging on the chair ready to get out 🤣🤣

- These shuttles are really interesting to me. It’s rare to see a ship that size that can be piloted by two different people.

- Baby girl, I totally understand your logic in wanting to pull the data logs to see where Tantiss actually is, but given how tactful we know Hemlock has been so far in keeping his location hidden, most likely it wouldn’t pull up anything.

- What a dreary spaceport. Feels very Andor and very like Norwegian Star Wars.

- The level of snark that Omega is giving back to Crosshair is cracking me up. We don’t see her showing this level of talking back or being sarcastic with any of the other Batchers, which proves my theory that Crosshair’s constant level of highly annoyed at everything around him brings out the sarcasm in everyone else he encounters.

- Love that his knowledge as a former imperial is coming to play to help them.

- Also love that Omega was the one to recognize that they need different clothes (and the obvious pan of the camera on the clothes hanging on the line in the first shot of the spaceport to accentuate that fact).

- Quilted clothes in Star Wars is my fave (yes more Andor parallels).

- The uplilt and little scoff that Omega gives and the look she gives Batcher after Crosshair snarls about bringing “the hound” along is PRECIOUS

- Also Cross and Omega cross their arms the same way. Okay okay I’ll never be over their dynamic here.

- Crosshair’s trucker hat/scuba apparatus is hilarious. He doesn’t look too bad though. Surely he’s at least warmer now.

- The credits negotiation omg. I love how Cross is just waiting for this to play out before he makes a move.

- YES omg are my baby girls strategy skills FINALLY coming back into play??

- Oh no no no no no this kid is going to rat them out isn’t he. You guys need to be more mindful of your surroundings!! Ahhh (okay I’m glad this didn’t happen).

- Honestly at this point Crosshair would be me as well. Just lots of very annoyed sighing.

- I love that Crosshair is getting to see all the things about Omega that the other boys know already, but he hasn’t had a chance to witness yet. We know she can wipe the floor with most people on strategy games/gambling.

- Yep nope this captain is not good news. Don’t get distracted by ranting about Imperial bribery, don’t do it, don’t….*sigh* I hate the Empire so much.

- Oh no this is so bad! I swear WHY is every imperial such a slimy self aggrandizing POS.

- Aww Crossy hunched down at almost table level ready to tear the room apart if anyone touches his baby sister. Adorable murder kitten. 😸

- Also Crosshair when all of this is over: where the HELL did you learn to gamble like that!?! Omega: 🤷🏻‍♀️😇😁

- Also also what game are they playing? Those cards are beautiful.

- Oh no they’ve found the shuttle already. Dear god this episode is so stressful!!

- CROSS!DAD IS OFFICIALLY CANON lmao

- Okay I was hoping Omega would let him win bc this isn’t going to go over well

- Whoa I didn’t actually expect him to concede. Maybe he’s not quite as slimy as I thought. Doesn’t matter though, the shuttle will give them away regardless.

- Of course. There it is. Let all the seedy businesses thrive as long as you get your fine out of it. Ugh. This is paralleling a lot of imperial activities in Rebel Rising and the Ahsoka novel as well.

- I also love how Omega uses touch with Crosshair to calm him down and communicate with him.

- Whoa I did not expect Omega to throw the credits and basically give Crosshair the choice of abandoning her or not. Nor for him to actually have to think about it for a moment.

- “My skills are being wasted” the boy does not like feeling helpless. I understand.

- This is going to give Cross some understanding of what Hunter has been going through the last few years. Especially if he ends up losing her.

- “Don’t push it” and the extra head shake after lmao.

- Geez this man is just lining his pockets every which way isn’t he. Despicable.

- “Alright, let’s try things your way” “Finally” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

- Animal stampede!

- Oh gosh is Cross going to get left behind??

- Aw he finally called her Batcher.

- We are clearly seeing how much Omega has actually been tempered by the rest of the Batchers being around her until now. The unfiltered combined powers of Omega and Crosshair at their most unhinged is maybe more than the galaxy is ready for 🤣🤣

- Also a very Andor reference with the captain being stampeded almost to death and having his gun kicked away from him in the melee

- NO WAY WE FINALLY GET AN IMPERIAL GETTING THEIR DUE BY CREATURE DEATH once again *cough cough* not a kids show

- Awwww Batcher licking Crosshair’s face. He’s so done for.

- They got away. Wow. I actually wasn’t expecting that. And with most of the money too.

- Okay. Smart girl. She did not pick Pabu.

- What an ending. Wow. So. Similar to Mando season 3 (which is also scaring me) — what the heck is the rest of this season going to be about?

- This reunion is everything. 🥹🥹🥹 the hugs. The running. The tears. The worry. The anger. The hesitation. The fear. The literal and metaphorical distance between their ships that someone will have to cross. They better not fast forward a millisecond when the next episode picks up I swear.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D

Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️

This post is long, be aware:

The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.

Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?

"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!

Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?

Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.

Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.

In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!

Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.

Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.

Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).

Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?

Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.

Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.

Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?

It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.

No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).

But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.

Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...

One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....

Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.

Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.

Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.

"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!

Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #sdv community #sdv abigail #sdv sam #sdv penny #sdv maru #sdv haley #sdv emily #sdv leah #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv kent #sdv jas #sdv vincent #sdv pierre #sdv caroline #sdv evelyn #sdv george #sdv alex #sdv robin #sdv demetrius #sdv clint #can't tag everyone. oh well

[thezombieprostitute]

Alphas & Algorithms - Part 8 - Third Date

A/N: Continued from Part 7. Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors. None of this is beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Discussion of ableism, bullying, families being separated, food scarcity, non-consensual relationships. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 9--

--Series Masterlist--

"Can you give me anything to work with," Y/N asked the redhead across the table. "I don't enjoy condemning people but there's evidence of you supporting the revolutionists and you're not denying any of it, Ms. Romanov."

The redheaded woman continued to sit in silence, fiddling with her fingers. Y/N could smell the "art fair", the curry and warm beer scent on her. The indicator of guilt the AI couldn't sense. She also smelled Romanov's scent: rations. Bland, nothing interesting, rations. Romanov wanted to make herself forgettable and had clearly messed with her own scent glands to achieve that goal.

Y/N sighed, "I'll be back in a bit." She left to go to the room next door, holding the Beta's partner-in-crime.

When she walked in, she recognized the scent as one that she was almost paired with: the cold front breaking the heatwave, or bringing the blizzards. Right now the Alpha's scent was distinctly "blizzard" but with that faint hint of "art fair" she recognized as well.

Sitting down she looked at the tall, dark haired, blue eyed Alpha and began, "there is evidence of you supporting the revolutionists, Mr. Barnes. Do you have any counter evidence or arguments?"

Similar to Romanov, he responded with silence. Eyes as cold as the snow he smelled of. Face as impossible to read as a whiteout.

"Please," Y/N pleaded, only to be met with silence and cold.

Trying another tactic she told him, "you know, your scent was one that was proffered as a potential mate for me."

No reaction.

"I very nearly chose you," she continued. "If I hadn't smelled another one first, I would have picked you to court."

No reaction.

"If your scent was so appealing to me then, it's entirely possible that you're not mixed up with the revolutionaries. That you and your mate can be free to go. Yes, your marks are covered, but I can smell it on you. I'm very glad I didn't select your scent. I would never want to take you away from her."

No reaction.

"Please do consider," Y/N got up and walked back to Ms. Romanov's room to try again.

Curtis was getting better at finding Y/N's apartment. He'd started picking up on those subtle scent changes that she had talked about on their first meeting. Namely he knew he could follow the scents of freshly made food and he'd find her place.

Knocking on the door he heard a very distinctly male voice respond, "come on in!" Confused, he walked in and was greeted by the sight of a blonde haired Beta with glasses and a goatee cooking away in the kitchen.

"You must be Jake," Curtis reasons.

"That's me," he responds with a big smile. "Y/N asked me to cook up dinner for all of us tonight since she's got a heavy workload today and you said you wanted to meet me."

Curtis nods, "do you need or want some help?"

"Nah," Jake shakes his head. "I could cook this meal in my sleep. It's one of her absolute favorites! But I wouldn't mind chatting with you while I work."

Curtis walks into the kitchen, the scents of the herbs overpowered by the ones coming from the stove, throwing him off for a second. He shakes his head to clear his senses and try to figure out how to ask what he needed to without actually asking.

“Fun fact,” Jake interrupted Curtis’s thoughts, “you’re only the second, maybe third Alpha I’ve ever really interacted with.”

“Yeah?” Curtis tilted his head. “I’d think you’d have met at least a few around the tower. I’ve only had one “tour” and saw another Alpha. You’ve lived here for years.”

“Yeah, you “saw” an Alpha, you didn’t interact with him, did you?”

“I guess there is a difference.”

“A lot of Alphas around here, if they’re allowed out and about, aren’t generally in a talkative mood. Worst case scenario, for Betas in their path, they’re looking for some kind of outlet for their pain and frustration. That’s why you saw Frank Castle in the gym; you have no idea how many times that punching bag has been replaced.”

“I can see why you’d keep your head down, then. So what other Alphas have you interacted with?”

“Constance, Y/N’s mother,” Jake replies softly. “She was…something. She definitely took the protection aspect of being an Alpha incredibly seriously. You know there was talk of getting rid of Y/N?”

Curtis nods, “I remember her telling me, in our first meeting, that they thought her brain was weird and considered getting rid of her, whatever that means.”

“Her tests frequently came back outside of the AI’s parameters for a “successful” Omega. But Constance wasn’t about to let anyone harm her pup. She negotiated a timetable for showing her daughter could still be useful to the AI. Not wanting to waste a valuable resource like an Omega, the AI agreed. That’s when I got drafted. Most Betas are brought in to be like old fashioned whipping boys. Other than when an Omega lies, Betas are the ones that get hurt for their mistakes. You’ve seen with Colin and Suzanne how well that usually goes.”

Curtis huffed in agreement and Jake continued, “but with Constance and Y/N, that wasn’t my fate. I actually got to live up to the title of Emotional Support Beta. All three of us would dig into the research and try all the calming techniques to figure out what could help Y/N stay an asset so she could stay alive. As a…group, we learned how to make Y/N’s sensitivities an asset. Constance was an amazing Alpha who left an understandably strong impression on her daughter and myself. I will be holding you to the standard she set.”

“I promise to do my best,” Curtis nodded. "I'm kinda surprised you're allowed to tell me all of this."

Jake nodded, "it's a simple matter of logic and reason. The better informed and prepared you are, the higher the chances of a...success, let's call it. There's a ton I still can't tell you due to security concerns, of course, but that's a discussion for another day."

“I didn’t realize how much work went into being the caretaker for an Omega.”

Jake stopped what he was doing and stared at the Alpha, “I genuinely hope you’re not treating this like a job. Like being with her is going to be nothing but a chore for you. She likes you. More importantly, she trusts you. And the one good trait she got from her father is that she does not trust lightly.”

Curtis raised his hands a bit to placate the Beta, “it came out harsher than I intended. I’ve seen for myself that she’s incredibly capable and intelligent. Hell, I find myself trusting her as well and that also doesn’t happen often.” Jake nodded and turned back to the food.

“So, what is this favorite food of hers,” Curtis asked, attempting to lighten the conversation.

Jake smiled, “it’s 5-cheese mac-n-cheese. I’ve told her the recipe but she swears it only tastes right when I cook it. Much like her death-by-chocolate cake. I’ve tried making it but it’s not as good as when she does.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had more than one kind of cheese,” Curtis responded. “And death-by-chocolate cake? It all sounds really rich.”

“They’ve kinda become our special occasion food,” Jake nods. “Because it’s usually just the two of us, it’s just a lot. Sometimes we share with another Omega, Peggy.” Curtis’s ears perk up at the familiar name while Jake continues, “Y/N likes her well enough because she treats her Beta pretty well. Not a lot of us Betas are willing to stand up for or defend our Omegas, but he’s stood up to Alphas and Omegas for her so that’s incredibly telling.”

Curtis smiled at the thought of Stevie standing up for someone with more power than him. He really did never like bullies. Curtis took comfort in the information that his brother’s Omega wasn’t cruel to him. That, maybe, he actually had some happiness. 

Before the conversation could continue the door opened and Y/N walked in, tears falling down her face. Without thinking Curtis rushed over and hugged her, asking what happened. When she started sobbing, Curtis's inner Alpha started purring in an attempt to calm her while gently petting her hair. Jake watched from the kitchen, a small smile forming on his face as her sobbing quieted. 

Jake set the table and served up the food while Curtis kept comforting Y/N. He tried to be as quiet as he could so as not to interrupt the sweet scene. Jake could tell she’d had a rough day at work and liked that Curtis’s instinct was exactly what she needed. 

When Y/N stopped crying she looked at Curtis and jumped back, “Oh, I”m so-”

“Please, don’t apologize,” Curtis interrupted. His dark blue eyes were filled with concern as he took her hand and asked, “what happened?”

Y/N sniffed a bit, “just a really, really rough day. It was a couple. A mated couple.” She stopped when Jake coughed. “Oh,” she shook her head, “that’s right. I can’t. I’m not allowed to tell you much. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Curtis soothed. “Let’s just sit and enjoy this delicious smelling meal Jake cooked, okay?”

She nodded and let Curtis lead her to the table where Jake was already seated, wearing a big grin on his face.

"And Jake has yet to break my Tetris high score," Y/N smiled proudly.

"I never should have taught you how to play," Jake chuckled. "Then I'd still be champion!"

Curtis chuckled at the duo. Their interactions reminded him so much of the pups. It was interesting to see that, despite the AI’s efforts to diminish the role of Packs, the dynamics were still inherent in people.

Their talk was interrupted when Y/N chirped. She was so surprised that she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and she dropped her face in embarrassment. Curtis’s inner Alpha practically growled with pride at the sign his Omega was happy. 

Not my Omega, he reminded himself. Gotta keep that under control.

Meanwhile Jake was almost cheering, “you haven’t chirped in years! This is amazing!” 

Curtis touched a hand to her chin to gently lift her face towards him, “Sweetie, it’s okay. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Sweetie?”

“Um, yeah,” Curtis suddenly felt bashful. “Because you bake sweets and make tea. If it’s too forward I can take it back.”

“I love it,” Y/N smiles at him. “It’s nice to have a nickname that’s not meant to hurt me. Thank you so much.”

Jake coughed, “not to break up what is possibly the sweetest moment I’ve ever seen but if you’re giving her such a nickname, does that mean…” Jake gave Curtis a meaningful look, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how this is supposed to work,” Curtis nodded. “If I have to sign something or get a physical or whatever, but I…I consent to being your Alpha.”

“Can I hug you,” she stood and held her arms open. Curtis stood and accepted her hug. She put her nose right at his mating gland. She immediately picked up his loyalty, his trust in her and even a bit of genuine care for her. But she also smelled his uncertainty, his conflicted feelings, his love for his Pack and that hint of curry and warm beer. 

As she let him go and stepped back she looked at him, “you don’t actually want this, do you?” The pain on her face was clear. “You would be fine going back to how things were before our first meeting, even the malnutrition, if it meant you could stay with your Pack. You don’t want to be my Alpha, do you?”

“I…” Curtis stops himself, caught off guard by her insight. “I won’t deny that my Pack is my priority. That the promise of a better life for them is the primary drive to continuing to be with you.” He stepped towards her, his eyes focused on hers, the sincerity in his words practically making them glow with intensity. “But in less than one month you’ve earned my trust. A feat no one else can match. And with that trust, I find myself liking you, finding comfort in your presence, genuinely enjoying getting to know you. It might not be the stuff of True Mates, but I hope you’ll agree it’s a damn good start, Sweetie.”

Y/N’s inner Omega took over a second and she wrapped her arms around Curtis’s neck, kissing him deeply, passionately. Curtis responded in kind and they’re lost in each other’s hold for several seconds. As she broke the kiss, Curtis looked at her and whispered, “don’t apologize.” She giggled shyly, “thank you. And you’re right. Mutual trust is a very good start.”

It took them a few more moments to register the fact that Jake has been taking photos. Y/N’s eyes went wide, “Jake! What are you doing!”

“Capturing one of the sweetest moments I’ve ever been privileged to witness! These are going right into the permanent photo album!”

Curtis chuckled and brought Y/N back close to him. “Let him have his fun. I get the feeling the next week or so is going to be very busy for all of us.” He gave her a light kiss. “I’m going to be relying on the two of you because I have no idea how the process goes. And I’m going to need to be a quick study for your upcoming heat.”

“While also making sure the transition is as easy on your Pack as it can be,” Y/N nodded. She knew it would be important to Curtis and wanted to be supportive. “I’m not sure what my workload will be like. You may have to rely more on Jake for things, but I’ll help out as much as I can, I promise.”

“I’m already starting on the forms to fill out,” Jake interjected, working on his tablet. “I should have this stuff finished in no time, just need some information from you, Curtis.”

“Yeah, so long as I can get home to my Pack tonight, let them know what’s going on.”

The rest of the night, Curtis didn’t let go of her hand until he had to leave for home. Making sure to kiss her goodnight.

Late into the night Hobie receives the two signals he’s been looking for. The plan is on track.

--Part 9--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

#alpha!curtis everett #alpha!curtis everett x omega!reader #curtis everett x tall!reader #dystopia au #dystopian au #tall!reader

[milkywaybluejay]

Happy birthday

Its been almost a month with out them.

The first day they were gone, despite not having voices, or there not being half as many of them as players, the server was so quiet.. And while it hurts to say, it seems most of us have kind of gotten used to them not being around anymore.

Of course, we have all imagined hundreds of different scenarios on how they might return. All and any being very possible.

I know we’ve all said this but, I don’t know if any of us are too sure if or when Wilbur is coming back, waiting those few months after Phil mentioned he MIGHT in October, even if he doesn’t though..

It made me sad thinking about what q!Wilburs reaction would be when he came back and was crushed by the heartbreaking news that even if the smallest chance, his daughter might be dead.

I hope she’s not of course. I know we all do. They could come back as beautiful dragons, or ducks. Maybe worms? fully hatched and maybe even with wings? 

But then again, it doesn’t really seem fair to those who had to suffer the loss of their children.

Despite the fact he told him not to, Bobby followed Roier to that dungeon anyway, and the lag got the better of him. It happens sometimes. But it really hurt when Cucurucho announced we weren’t getting him back. 

JuanaFlippa, after all the fighting and begging, and just pushing through, her parents, everyone really. We lost her as well. I’m glad the bug could have been recognized.

Better late than never.

Tilin also died to the sweeping edge bug, when their dad wasn’t even around. They always seemed sad. I always wished we could see them again.

The egg tasks system was horrible back then. Poor Trumpet didn’t really get a chance to shine much at all. I heard something like a power outage occurred with Maxo? Something like that.

If the eggs did hatch, while everyone would be absolutely overjoyed, I couldn’t imagine what some of the grieving parents would be going through at that moment.

But I guess that’s just the price you pay.

They could come back even worse, enveloped in crevices and in constant pain. Didn’t a few of them say they were hurting before? Who knows, that “mud” could very well be dried blood.

But I hope not,I hope they are okay and at least together. Losing them did a lot to some of their parents. But I’m sure we all know enough about that. 

Please come back soon.

Happy birthday.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp theory #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qsmp roier #qsmp maximus #qsmp bobby #qsmp tilin #qsmp trump #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp cucurucho #ok you guys can come back now :D

[homesickn]

Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter three, check chapter 4!

(Loki x Female demon!reader)

SUMMARY: Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.

Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?

The first thing you could sense as you awakened was the cold ground beneath your body, you tried to analyze your surroundings slowly and your mind hazed with confusion. Getting involved in all this certainly was a problem. Not that you minded the chaos, you actually find these situations quite appealing, you're just a bit surprised you managed to faint.

It didn't take you too long to realize you're in a prison cell once again, but this time, arrested inside of it. There were some bars by the side of your cell separating you from another area, you frowned and got up as quickly as possible to check.

Oh, it's just Loki. You're in a giant prison cell with Loki. 

Well, too much for escaping.

You couldn't help but laugh when you realized what's going on. Loki was too distracted before to see that you woke up, and now he presented an incredulous look at your laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” He just looks tired.

“Oh lighten up, we escaped once we can do it again, you know.” You said as if it's nothing.

He sighed tirelessly, “I'm beginning to believe you don't know what you're doing and your only purpose on Earth is to annoy me.”

You smiled but his tired sighing bugged you for some reason, keeping it stalled in your mind, he must be tired, he hasn't slept.  

“Well, maybe,” you kept smiling, and sat down again, putting your hands on your knees to rest your head on top of it. “Yeah, maybe that's it. I guess I'm missing the point too.” You were lost in thought and Loki looked curious at your statement.

“Great help, I see.” His curiosity didn't make his frustration go away, when he woke up the first thing he had to see was Stark's face acting all smugly as if every movement they made was already under his supervision all the time (it wasn't, obviously). The others didn't try to intervene with his bragging although they looked his way, some were annoyed and some others were just getting bored.

He was still glad he didn't see his brother with the rest of them, that would have potentially ruined his day. He couldn't help this anger that filled him for being caught, he recognized you were the one to blame, therefore his anger was screaming to be let out on you.

“I let myself get close to a demon and this happens, obviously, it's fantastic,” He said ironically. “This is all your fault,” He said matter-of-factly. Your frown deepened, you did try to protect the two of you. “And now I'm exactly where I was before, what do you think that feels like? To lose once again.” 

“I tried to help, I don't know why th–”

“Oh you did? You're a demon, the least you could have done was to kill them all or at the very least, not be affected by whatever they used against us, that should be fairly simple to you, AND so would be killing them as you're barely capable of empathy.” He spat quickly, “I'm aware this must be some sort of punishment for me so congratulations, I'm being punished for my crimes, that's the only logical explanation.”

He lowered his head at the end, staring at the floor. And you shook your head anxiously, you didn't know why you were feeling so offended. “That's not true, I don't…” you hesitated continuing, he sounded odd, like he was expressing something he didn't allow to be shown when you were still at the cabin. “I don't…”

Your hands itched to touch the metal bars separating you, to get closer, so you tried, and it literally burned your skin. You violently flinched and hissed in reaction. “Shit, shit, shit!” You cursed, shaking your hand back and forth to make the burning stop. “How did I not see that coming?!”

That seemed to amuse the god on the other side.

“I don't know what they put in there but now it's specifically made to stop you.”

“That's not possible, how would they know?”

“They do know. Somehow, they wouldn't give me much details either.” He shrugged his shoulders dismissively and you rubbed your palms together, casually blowing some air onto your palms to make the sensation lower.

“I hate humans, especially these ones.” You dropped your head and looked around agitated. “I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. And…” You looked up to him once again with wide innocent eyes. “I'm not planning on punishing you.” You sounded so genuine, so convincing.

“A demon is a master of trickery in itself, I admire them, and I admire you for being such a great liar and attempting to lie to me. But I fear I won't fall for your tales, little demoness.” He smirked as he finished, you still seemed outrageously offended at his accusations. “My soul is likely to be damned for eternity.”

“I won't, I won't do anything against you! As you can clearly see!” Your hands trembled as you craved to touch the bars, so your whole body trembled too. You were shaking with frustration at having to say these kinds of words out loud, they sounded embarrassingly clingy and dramatic.  “I haven't done anything.” 

The god blinked a few times in response, doubtful and mistrusting, passing his tongue briefly through his lips before speaking. “Little demoness…” his voice was raspy as he uttered the two godforsaken words and that sparked you with… something close to excitement, if you might put it that way. The nickname was unexpected.

The mix of feelings you were getting were borderline annoying for a being so used to apathy, you once again spared the time to blame the humans and your brief coexistence near them as fault. However the carnal desire wasn't unknown nor unwelcome. 

“I promise, even though my words mean nothing to you, I promise you.” Your eyes got brighter as you expressed, “I don't know why but I don't hate it, everytime you use your powers. I… saw it in a prophecy, you're to be the one to bring Ragnarok, your magic is of such chaos capable of concerning even the greatest of human sorcerers.”

Loki considered your words, it felt good to have someone reassuring his value especially in the arts of magic, something he wasn't very often praised for. He considered you could be lying, but why would you be? He could sense the deviousness that resided within your presence but your actions made you seem like a ray of sunshine came out to the shape of a human. It was intriguing and often led Loki to believe he carried the hand of every situation, until the moment he stopped to question if you have any other intentions.

“I'll be honest when I say I'm not exactly deem on carrying about Midgardian sorcerers right now. Your praise feels meaningless and foolish.” He bickers, making his attempt at letting you down very clear. “You should know that my magic must concern them.”

You could feel his anger still bubbling inside him. You reckoned he must be trying to take everything out on you.

“You know I can still just–”

“Can you stop talking for a second? Or is it so difficult for you?” He suddenly snapped.

“Do not treat me this way…” You warn him, and your look hardens. “You can't do that, I'll talk as much as I want.” you said and you knew you were acting like a brat, you even crossed your arms.

“It's difficult then.” He looked around. “If only you'd stop and realize your mistakes maybe we wouldn't even be here.” He pointed at you.

“Oh why is it only my fault? I…” You put your hands down in defeat, suddenly out of words, you couldn't just say 'I tried to protect us', 'I wanted to be with you', that would be repeating the point, and it'd make you look pathetic.

He stared at your hands when you put them down, and he felt the sides of his lips curve up a little. You felt so frustrated the bars were blocking some things from you, his thoughts were mostly hissing with little unnoteworthy and confusing random thoughts. 

“Your poor little devilish heart must be feeling so confused.” He proclaimed, “Does my magic affect you this deeply?” He shared a look with you that was so intense you stumbled and looked anywhere but his eyes, feeling nervous out of nowhere. 

He chuckled, “Come on, demoness, there's no need to be so coy. Have you really not further questioned your enamored feelings for me? You must be drowning in passion, which makes me question your inhumane veracity. Which type of monster allows themselves to be so vulnerable so easily? Do you still want to keep your lie of being so easily infatuated with me?”

You blinked at him, his attempt at analyzing you just working on boring you. “If that's what you like to think, that's fine for me.”

“Fine? Just that?” He kept his penetrating stare on you, “This is useless.” He relaxed his back against the wall, dropping his gaze, giving up on the intense staring contest from before and then speaking again. “You should start working on that plan of freeing us.” He just roughly brought up. 

You had an indescribable expression on your face now, uneasy because of the sudden change in conversation. You stared at the other side of the cell and pointed for him to look there. “See, I don't need to escape, I'm already free.”

When he turned his gaze to the other— actual free side of the cell, you were there, standing near the main door with your hands touching the entrance. He turned back to see if you were also in the cell with him, to check if this was an illusion… you weren't, you actually escaped.

“Human prison.” You just gave him a tight smile. “I've been to those quite a lot.” 

“You could have just released us this entire time?! And you didn't?” 

“You were insistent in picking up a fight with me, why did you even think I laughed in the first place? This is amateur work, what the humans did.”

“Then free me at once, demon!” He ordered.

“Ah! No, you should be careful, otherwise I won't free you at all. I quite enjoy seeing you all locked up now.” You gave him a very devilish mischievous grin and looked at the exit, you knew what would probably happen, but honestly was quite curious on discovering where it could lead to.

It didn't take too long until you had to face Loki again, as you already expected. You left him in the cell.

“Hi.” You waved at him with both of your handcuffed hands and he just couldn't help but smile.

“You're so stupid, you should've been born a tiny imp instead of a demoness.” He shakes his head incredulously. 

There were agents holding each of your three duplicates, one of them was holding your arm with a clawing intensity to the point of marking your skin a bit, you slowly turned around to see the masked agent, giving him a look so deadly you spent some five seconds wondering if you should kill him or not.

“Take your hands off of me. Now.” You said in a quick breath, the agent complied rudely, pushing you towards Loki.

You kept staring at him now completely flabbergasted. 

“I'll murder him,” you pointed to the agent in the middle of the others, the one that was just holding you. “I'll kill him, I'll break your bones and drink the blood as a gift to the Devil himself.” 

You recognized Loki was probably the only one in the room who knew you weren't so dramatically serious…for now.

“I pay no respect to demons.” He spat shaming on you, as the Avengers entered the room with a guy wearing an eyepatch. Although you didn't know who he was, everybody was surrounding him. The agent's thoughts were filled with passion for his family and images of crosses and crucifixes.

You were now on your side of the cell and your other fake duplicates were being held by two different agents. 

“That's what you deserve for leaving me behind.” Loki said to you, probably wishing to offend you more.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm aware. Whatever.” Moving from one place to another was just making you dizzy and displeased. “Just wanted to have a little fun.” You shrugged.

“Was it fun while it lasted? Exploring this loathsome tower by yourself with your little illusions?”

“You should know better than anyone how fun duplicating can be.” You grinned as you looked at him, he looked right back and fought a smile in response.

Right before any of the people present could interrupt, another one of your duplicates —one they hadn't found before, burst the door open with a muscular blond man following in a hurry right behind. 

You hummed to announce your presence and cleared your throat, “Hey, you guys are never gonna' guess what I just found.” Smiling and pointing to the worried god by your side.

“Ok, so who let that one escape?” The guy with the eyepatch just seemed pissed off and pointed to that duplicate of yourself. “Go and arrest her too! What are you even waiting for?!”

The other you lifted your arms as you already knew announcing yourself would lead to being arrested again, but you didn't mind. 

“I found this man as he literally showed up out of nowhere!” You made a scene dramatically using your hands to represent the sky and a sudden light coming in surprise. “You know what I mean? Then he got all desperate, said he was looking for his brother and all.”

As everyone took a hold of the situation, Bruce burst through the door, panting out of breath. “I…” He lifted his hand up as a sign to wait, “I was the one to call him, I yelled at the sky to call him and the guy wouldn't even wait for me, I had to run here–”

“Loki!” The blond man brightly yelled, shocking the whole crowd of people.

You just sheepishly observe around where you're seated in the cold cell, it's rare those moments where you're surrounded by so many people at once. You took the time to look at Loki, as you've been doing quite a lot, he's like the only piece of familiarity out of the whole room. 

His head is down and his expression is purely blant annoyance. His arms crossed and forehead settled in a frown, he already seemed pretty grumpy most of the time but it's like it multiplied as soon as he heard the blonde man's voice.

“Brother!”

“Is that Thor?” You quietly ask Loki, giving him a side glance. He ignores you. 

“You must delight greatly from this, I'm sure, brother.” Loki spat the last word, presenting a stance from where he was standing in the cell. “To watch me lose one more time, I'm sure father must be feeling exquisite at my failure.”

“Father doesn't take any joy in watching as you commit more crimes–”

“Honestly your agents just aren't so qualified, as it shows.” Stark mumbled as he watched the agents finishing arresting the other you. “They let that one out of our sight, if it weren't for the huge alien falling from the sky once again we wouldn't even know there was another of her around.” Pointing at you. “And now we have to hear some family business.”

“I wasn't expecting to get involved in so many family talks to be honest, it feels personal.” Bruce picked on his hands.

“I can escape as many times I desire.” The original you huffed coldly from the prison cell.

“Oh I'm sure you can, but we want to know why you're here.” Said the eyepatch-man.

“Director Fury–” A dark-haired woman started to say before being interrupted. 

“Agent Hill I'm going to need more background information on the creature.” He stared at you, “doesn't seem to be the Succubus type since our goth alien is still looking peachy which means his soul might be intact.”

“Goth alien?!” Loki exclaimed in disbelief. “Here goes me thinking this day couldn't get any worse...”

“This man knows nothing about me and wants to assume where I lay in the demonic spectrum–” You pointed at Fury.

“Honestly, so do I.” Loki glanced at you for a second to say.

“Ok, that's enough!” The man wearing a blue uniform with red stripes yelled silencing the room, making Loki roll his eyes in response. “Here's the thing…”

You stared at your handcuffed hands in disbelief and proceeded to observe the team with curiosity. They surprisingly seemed more intended in finishing whatever matter they had with Loki before anything else, they knew you could escape any time and yet decided on attempting their best with any anti-demonic entities objects they could find.

For instance: your handcuffs were stupidly and frankly, quite hilariously, bathed in salt. And you were guessing that also probably a bit of holy water, perhaps. They did nothing but itch a little, whatever they put on the prison bars was stronger than this. 

Yet you persevered and kept paying attention to what exactly they were planning on doing to you two.

“Father said your punishment ought to be paid by living among the midgardians. And I'm glad to be saying so Loki, the other option would be to keep you locked away for all of our godly eternity in a cell, to rot in your sins and regrets.” 

“That's…wow.” Romanoff expressed and shook her head. “That would've been an option that deserves consideration, is all I'm saying.” 

“Yeah, he's also always like this. Shakespearian much.” Bruce agreed regarding Thor's speech. 

“I don't care whether he would be miserable or not, now, the daddy dearest wants us to deal with his problem child?! For free?” Tony huffed in annoyance. “And I thought we could have some peace.”

“We have to keep our eyes on him, on both of them.” Fury said, staring at you, in specific. ”We never know what they could be planning, and they're a team.”

You approached your body closer to Loki for some reason, he seemed overly tense so you touched his arm. He didn't make any move to push you away, focusing on their plans too. You noticed he's observant when it comes to unknown situations, just analyzing, typical of a trickster.

“Oh the little demon is about to get protective, think we hit a sore spot mentioning her victim.” Clint said as he paid attention to your movements, you realized he must have seen you getting closer to the god. “Don't worry, no one's taking your boyfriend away.”

You didn't enjoy their mocking. Your lips twitched and you wandered your gaze to their faces, not noticing you were practically clawing at Loki's arm with such strength you would later wonder how he didn't complain.

“Don't work her up, I said not to bother her,” Fury stopped Clint with his warning, “this goes for all of you. I won't repeat myself.” His eyes are studying you.

You didn't shrink under his gaze, if anything you just puffed your chest more and kept your overprotectiveness. 

Loki turned to you with the softest look you've ever seen on him, stopping your tense anxious body when pressing his hands on your belly. “Calm down, little demoness.” He kept his tone light while speaking, and your eyes glazed when looking at him. 

The trickster pretended to think for a few moments and turned to the others. “So we'll be forced to stay?”

“We want the demon to take our side.” The director explained. “We want to have some information that might be necessary to keep you both… safe, here, in the tower.” He hesitated. “We are conscious that you can just run away any time you wish, but we'd just keep looking for you in that case, it'd be a constant game of cat and mouse. With your powers one could never know what to expect, and that's what we work with here.” 

Loki was now —subtly, with just one hand, rubbing his fingertips on your arm in soothing circular motions. His plan wasn't clear to you but you were feeling a lot calmer by the action, maybe that was his plan, to calm you down.

“You'll have to stay either way, but it'd be best if we could understand your nature and maybe cooperate with our rules?”

Your eyes reflected the adrenaline in your heart by your blowing pupils, “I don't follow rules.” 

“Yes, but you're following him.” Stark brought up pointing at Loki again. "Reindeer games, I don't know what you've done but you attracted an obsessed spirit that just won't let you go. We aren't the ones you should be worried about.” He finished with a tight-lipped smile.

“Are you finished?” The dark god just asked. 

“Yeah, do you think he minds it?” Natasha asked, jumping in conversation. “There's an alluring demoness clinging to his arm, and you think he'd be worried?” 

Alluring, your heart fluttered at the woman's simple compliment. The Widow made sure not to look you in the eyes for too long.

“Does she come from Hell?” Bruce quietly bugged from behind Steve.

“You know you can ask her that, she's right here.” Steve spread his hand in front of him, to show where you're at.

“We don't know if she'll stay.” He shrugged. Is that his way of manipulating you to stay? 

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You kept your voice steady and blank to emotions.

Loki just got agitated by the question, “Where else would she even come from? Being a demon, you think she'd come from some common place in this world?” 

“It's not like I've ever seen a demon before!” Bruce quickly defended himself.

“My brother,” Thor jumped in to approach his brother, now that the topic was almost over. “I missed you!” He hurried to hold his brother in a tight embrace that got Loki suddenly bewildered and tried wriggling his way out before Thor could get too happy.

“Let go of me.” He was disgruntled and frantic to get out of the touchy contact. “I can't deal with any sentiments from you, from any of you.” 

You frowned at the interaction, his words seemed to glum the very bright-looking man's mood. Thor's blue eyes quickly diverted to your figure as you were unmoving next to his grumpy brother.

“And this is the figure you're correlating yourself with.” He gave a huge shiny smile to you and your shocked gape was understandable whilst you processed his words. He got a hold of your right hand, lifting it to his lips as a polite greeting. 

“Now… Wait, what? Why would you say it like that?” You chuckled soundlessly, feeling out of place.

“I didn't mean any disrespect, forgive me if you felt uncomfortable.” He hurried to explain as he sensed your discomfort.

This Nordic god, in a matter of height, seemed a bit taller than Loki but his muscles were more defined. A fact that was hard to ignore, seeing as it was quite present right in front of you. However, an important detail is that this god carried no… magic. You couldn't point exactly why the lack of magic running in his veins was evidently presentable to you. 

Regardless, you felt the delicious rushing of rage that comes from Loki's anger. The feeling is overwhelming and just so tainted and ugly, any human would shiver at the intensity of it.

You told them your name aloud. Your voice suddenly mousy was a surprise even to you. You told them the name you use the most, for you carry a lot of titles, but just one real name.

You heard the dark prince mouth your name silently by your side, as if experimenting with the sound to match with his perspective of you.

Loki tried to decipher what your plan was, and then tried to whisk you away, however the asgardian sunshine busied your vision one more time to say his own name: Thor. “I know, I heard them saying it. You're the second son of Odin.”

“Actually, I'm the first. Firstborn.” He didn't seem offended, you just tried to brush it off. All the attention from the humans, adding the powerful enhanced beings, were honestly starting to get to you. You just shrugged, feeling his behavior was unimportant. “Honestly, brother, this is so you. To get together with a demon, a master in trickery, a deceiver by nature, just like you.” He sounded excited to mention.

“Don't. I've had enough.” Loki just dropped any touch he had on you and walked out the door, quickly some agents were hurrying to match his steps to follow him, he didn't pay them any serious attention.

The others just looked around to one another confirming that maybe it was okay to end the matters here.

“Can we expect your cooperation?” Fury brought up, at that moment he didn't even look like a leader from this secret organization, they all looked very similar in emotion when seeing through your eyes. 

You don't give him an answer.

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[naffeclipse]

I feel like I might have had the wrong reaction to “The Lost Episode” because the whole time, I was just like:

(But also my heart ripped out at the realization that y/n won’t ever see the sun again ;; at least they still have their Sun)

I owe you so many comments on your fics, and I’m so sorry for taking this long to get to them 😭 Maybe I should make my New Year’s resolution leaving comments on all the fics I haven’t gotten to. I promise I will get to loving on each of them eventually! 💜 It’ll give me a good excuse to binge read new fic and reread some other fics hehe

Also, I have a bit of a research question for SJ for reasons 👀 I might have missed it while reading the series, but is there a time estimate for how long it took Moon and Sun to join the police academy after they left the daycare and Eclipse began running around with gangs? And when would you say Eclipse rose to power and became a mob boss? Were Sun and Moon detectives by that point or still a lower rank?

Typing that out just made me curious about how Eclipse did become a mob boss and how he got a gang, and I’m restraining myself from sending you a bunch of lore questions. So I’ll just imagine him sending out fliers with his face printed on them and a caption that promises a competitive base salary. Just ignore the super fine small print that says there are no health benefits with this job

Hope you had a nice holiday as well, Naff! You’re a freaking powerhouse with all the writing you’ve been getting done, so I hope you’re taking care of yourself and resting too! Much love <3

PFFFT LUMI!!! Nah, I love all reactions, it fuels me and I'm glad you enjoyed hehe ♥

No, don't apologize!! I get it! I'm behind on reading/commenting on fics, too ;-; but ahhh, I do look forward to when you do comment!! You always leave such nice ones ♥

Oh ho! Research you, say? I am gazing directly at you, Lumi!

Okay, I'm really bad with timelines and dates so I'll try my best to keep this coherent and hopefully non-contradictory with the main storyline!

15 years after the boys left the daycare, Sun and Moon were finally able to join the police academy while Eclipse was digging deeper into gang activity. Now mind you, Sun and Moon were attempting to join the academy much earlier, but due to politics and human-animatronic relations still being tense despite animatronics being legally recognized as individuals with rights, they were discriminatorily barred from joining the program. It took Eclipse calling in favors, owing a favor or two himself, and offering a lot of bribes to those in charge of the program to get Sun and Moon in. At that current time, Eclipse was climbing the ranks. He was gaining a reputation and a name for himself, but he was still a thug working under someone else's command.

Eclipse didn't control his own gang until after Sun and Moon were detectives and after the Afton Family's fall, but by then, the brothers weren't in contact with each other. Learning that big brother was a crime lord was something the detectives discovered in their work. It was disappointing, but not surprising—just a lot to think about piled on top of everything else.

Fun fact! Eclipse killed his gang leader and took the man's gang for himself. It happened after he learned the crime lord was conspiring against him (funny enough, this was due to others looking towards and being loyal to Eclipse due to his ruthlessness and efficiency, which spooked the gang leader so he thought it would be wise to act preemptively, but ah, Eclipse was not amused to see his loyalty repaid with betrayal.) Eclipse had no qualms with reigning in control and very little resisted his takeover. Eclipse did take care of those who stay loyal to him, but he ran a tight ship. Great risk, great reward.

Wow, sorry, I just went on a ramble there, but I hope that helps answer your questions! But you're absolutely right, there are no health benefits in Eclipse's gang. *Shrek voice* They don't even have dental.

Thank you, I hope you had a nice holiday as well! Ahhh, thank you so much! I've been taking breaks, don't worry, babe! ♥ Much love *smooch ya on the head*

#sorry this is giving me thoughts and feelings now #because remember that moon tells y/n about them being promoted to detectives and #they come home to eclipse trying to stash evidence of a crime in their apartment #and they all have a huge fight over that like: #Sun: you can't hide illegal crap in our apartment #Moon: we're police officers—detectives now—we don't tolerate this #Eclipse who knowingly did everything to make sure his bros got their dream job of catching criminals: *surprise Pikachu face* #anyways thanks for giving me an excuse to babble Lumi take care! ♥ #sleuth jesters #luminitewrites

[shnargo]

I saw your soulmate alphabet thing and I have to say I love every single thing about it!

I was thinking maybe a Marc / Steven x Reader with the prompt "nurse". Maybe Marc/Steven save the reader from a situation were they end up hurt?

Thank you!! ❤️

peace. [s.g. & m.s.]

pairings: steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader // reader is gender neutral & soulmates!! 🥺

summary: Though the first time meeting you was unconventional, Marc finds himself drawn to you. Despite his apprehension, and with some convincing from Steven, he allows himself a chance.

warnings: mild descriptions of injuries and implications of kidnapping in the beginning, otherwise, primarily fluff :) also set after the events of the moon knight show but there's very little spoilers.

word count: 3489

a/n: this took me way too long to write since it's been awhile since i've written anything frankly. and no problem, love!! i love the soulmate trope a lot too. 💕

when the other isn't fronting, they speak in italics.

~

n…urse (the touch of a soulmate can heal you from affliction and vice versa).

With hands that maimed and shed so much blood, Marc resigned himself to the fact that he'd never find peace. As long as he'd be Khonshu's avatar, he'd never escape the killings and despair it brought. And though it brought him some solace knowing those he was assigned to murder were only the worst of humanity, it didn't spare the fact that it was, in the end, murder. 

Even now as he was on a mission, he knew the cold stares of the men bleeding out on the floor would be burned into his memory. Quite literally, as that room with all his victims had proved that more than anything. With a sigh, he put away his crescent blades, ready to go back home and let Steven front so he wouldn't have to ruminate on the fact. 

Marc, did you hear that?

He paused, letting the hood and mask of his outfit fall away so that he could listen carefully. 

Haggard breaths and stifled weeping. 

Where on earth could that be coming from?

He followed the sound to the back of the van, unease already forming at the implications. Making sure the back was unlocked first, he went to open it which confirmed his suspicions.

The first thing he noticed were the bruises littered about your skin, and with the blindfold and restraints, you failed to recognize him beyond your captors as you went silent and near still save for your trembling. The sight did wonders to ease his guilt at least. 

Bloody hell.. these were some awful people, Marc.

He grimaced in agreement, but as he’s about to call out to you, he hesitates. Steven might be better for this, he thinks. In the metal of the vehicle, he sees Steven shake his head. 

Go on mate, the longer you take, the more she’ll fret now.

He sighs, “Hey.” You flinch, and he winces at the gruffness of his voice, so he tries again, gentler this time. 

“I took care of the guys who hurt you. I’m gonna let you go now, okay?” Your breathing is still shallow, which concerns him, but he cuts away at your binds the moment you give him the go ahead. 

His touch is light and way too gentle to be any way reminiscent of those who kidnapped you. You can’t help but laugh shakily, just relieved that it’s all over. He pauses at your reaction, and you can tell he’s confused. 

“Sorry, I’m just- I’m so glad they’re finally gone now.” Your voice is hoarser than you expected, making you cringe. But you can’t bring yourself to focus on that when you find your wounds aren’t aching anymore. At last he takes off your blindfolds, it takes you a moment to adjust your eyes and you see him. 

His brows are furrowed with careful concentration along with focused, piercing eyes that would’ve frightened you had you not know he was your savior. But with how intense his gaze was, he almost looked constipated. You stifle a laugh, which gains you more confusion from the man. 

“S-Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that, you look so serious. Do I look that bad?” His expression relaxes a bit, and he lets out a soft huff. Yet when he glances at your bruises, he finds that they aren't as exacerbated as they were before. He wears that silly, serious expression again and you’re tempted to smooth out the wrinkle that forms in his brows. 

Unfortunately, the impulse was immediately acted upon considering your lack of inhibitions from the whole ordeal. But you accomplish your goal when instead, his eyes widen and his expression relaxes under your hand. 

He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand the fact that with a single brush of your fingertips against his face, he finds fullness in the silence, reprieve with every breath he takes, peace in the moment. He watches you move your hand away when you find yourself, and though you appear embarrassed, he finds himself more so when he realizes how much he misses the contact already. 

“Sorry,” you utter again, “I wasn’t thinking and-” he grabs your hand again with urgency at first. Yet he remembers your condition, and his grasp becomes gentle. The action shocks the two of you, and while Marc is mortified he did that without thinking, he manages to recover from it quickly. 

“You gotta stop apologizing, you know.” Enraptured, you find yourself just nodding along. But again you realize the utter lack of pain you should be feeling. Another glance, and you notice, your bruises are gone. 

“Who are you?” You almost start to think this is some sort of dream. But the weight and warmth of his hand, even the details of the callouses upon his fingertips is just too real to ignore. 

“Marc. Spector.” He clears his throat, “Marc Spector.” He says altogether. A smile forms on your face as you tell him your name in return. 

.

“Marc..”

Steven, I’m not gonna hear it.

“But Marc-”

No, I already told you that this was how it’s gonna go.

They both knew you were something special. After Marc made sure you got home safely that night, the two of you shared contact information because there was a mutual understanding that there was something about the other neither of you could ignore. 

But no matter how much Marc longed to see you again, he was afraid of what you could mean to them. He was resigned to denying himself this chance, so already it took a lot of convincing from Steven to allow even the alter to meet you. 

“Alright, but you’re being a bit of a knob, you know that right?” He watched his reflection roll his eyes, so he frowned right on back as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. “I just don’t understand why you do this to yourself. It’s not like you’re the only one interested, not to mention, they seemed rather fancied too.” He mutters, trying to fix the stray curl that always managed to find its way back onto his forehead. 

He didn’t miss the hesitation Marc had at that statement, but both parties were distracted by the knocking at the door. 

To be honest, Steven was also quite taken to you after seeing you last. And opening the door to you dressed comfortably and looking at ease in your own skin already has him feeling something more. When you light up at the sight of him, he swears his heart flutters like nothing else before. 

“Steven, right?” The sound of his name from your lips easily brings a smile to his face, and you can easily feel the difference between the two of them.

“Yes! Come on in, love. Apologies for such a late notice, I hope it didn’t trouble you much.” Though the endearment causes you to blush, you shake your head as you enter. 

“No, not at all. I thought it as a good opportunity to meet you also.” You say as if it’s the most natural thing to do, getting acquainted with the other person of the same body. You were so understanding over the phone when he, or rather, Marc,  broke the news to you about his disorder. Rather than respond with apprehension or even any sort of displeasure at the revelation, you were curious, excited even to get to know Steven as much as Marc. The thought comforts him really, and he can’t help but get his hopes up. 

“Well, I’m quite fond of getting to know you too.” He pauses, before giving a cheeky little grin. “You know, Marc has spoken quite well of you since then.”

Steven…

But the man is pleased the mere statement has you flustered and tugging at your sleeves in a nervous habit. “Really? I wasn’t sure I made much of an impression.” 

Even if he had met you on the street, he’s sure he wouldn’t have forgotten you. He has a feeling Marc shares the same sentiment. 

“It’s not often someone can be as lighthearted after what you’ve been through. I only wish we could’ve met you in better circumstances.” He tuts, shaking his head, “But let’s not focus on that, I had a whole bit planned for us today if you’re up for it.” The thoughtfulness pulls a smile onto your face.

“I’d love to.”

. . 

Steven was softer spoken, but that didn’t mean he didn’t talk any less. Honestly, you didn’t mind, considering how excited he’d get about his topics of interest. That paired alongside his cute, little accent basically had you hanging on his every word. It also helped that he took you to the museum, his discounted tickets made it all the more ideal to go to. 

And he was such a darling about it too, always checking in on you to make sure you were enjoying yourself and overly fretting that maybe he was talking your ear off since he has a habit of speaking too much before he realizes it. You quickly shut down the thought by responding you were glad to have your very own, personal tour guide. To add on top of your statement, you made sure to ask a few extra questions just to encourage him to talk. 

Marc was quiet throughout the whole endeavor. After everything that happened in Egypt, he knew it’d be difficult to fall back into their normal routine again. Yet watching Steven talk to you so carefree and at ease, he couldn’t help but be relieved for a moment. But nonetheless, this was more of a date than he’d like it to be. He only acquiesced because he warned Steven to keep the distance, but right off the bat the man did and said what he wished. Damn Steven for getting so confident after everything, no matter how much it made him proud. Even so, he didn’t force his way to fronting either because he didn’t know if he had the courage to deny you. So he was left to watch, more jealous than he’d ever admit. 

“You mind if I ask a weird question?"” He blinked, not expecting it but quickly nodded to not allow you to shy away. 

“I don’t mind at all, it’s just been me speaking this whole lot anyways.” He gives a quick laugh. “What is it, love?” 

“How exactly do you talk to Marc? I mean, you are sharing the same body and everything.” That surprised him, and he glanced at the reflective plaque as if expecting Marc to respond. The man only shrugged, pretending not to care. “Sorry, was that too much of me?” He shook his head immediately.

“Of course not, you could never be.” He blurted, becoming embarrassed. “Er, what I mean is that it’s a perfectly reasonable question.” He scratched the back of his head, “It’s a little strange to admit, but he’s sorta my reflection.” He watches you look around to try finding the nearest reflective surface and he can’t help but laugh at how cute that is. 

“Hey.” You mock frown, but you’re secretly pleased to see the twinkle of delight in his eyes as he looks at you. You wouldn’t mind if he looked at you like that everyday. “Can you see him now?” 

Don’t tell her, Steven.

He nods, although curious, “Why do you ask?” 

“I have something I want to tell him.” You reply without hesitation, still trying to keep an eye out for anywhere with reflections. You do notice a particularly shiny pillar, but you think it’s rather far to hold a conversation with. But then that makes you wonder, do they have to talk aloud to communicate? “I mean, that is, if he can hear me.” 

“Yeah he can. You know he’s been off and grumpy in this plaque here for quite a while now. Think the lad’s jealous is what it is.” He taps on the piece of metal to further point it out. 

Steven! What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you that you weren’t supposed to mention me at-

“Hey Marc?” You’re looking straight at the plaque, and for a moment, Marc swears you can actually see him then and there. “Thank you. I don’t think I ever got the chance to tell you that night, but I’m really glad I got to meet you and Steven.” And then you smile, and though it should be impossible since he’s not fronting, the sight takes his breath away. 

When you turn back to Steven, you see the fondest expression on his face that makes your face warm. He’s amazed by you is why he’s having such a goofy smile— the kind that stretches his lips and forms a little wrinkle on the edges of his cheeks. He remembers how you didn’t even question it when he told you Marc wasn’t going to see you today, only understanding that the man had his reasons. 

Tell her I just did my job that night.

His eyes widen and he looks at the reflection. You looked curious, “Did he say something?” Even Marc is looking back at him with surprise as well. 

I.. forget I said anything. 

“Yes, actually.” He sees Marc’s lips downturn to a frown. “He’s glad to have met you as well. I am the same.” Your blush starts to become quite visible, pleasing him as it seems to cause Marc to be at a loss for words. 

A sudden growl stuns the both of you, and he gets all bashful then. “Ah, that ruined the moment didn’t it? What a shame.” He laughs, lightly patting his stomach. “It seems I’m a bit peckish now, hm? Are you alright in finding some takeaway and ending the date at my flat?” He blinks when you look at him with a stunned look on your face. “S-Sorry! That was too forward of me wasn’t it?” Taking a deep breath, you feel emboldened to act up as well.

Reaching out, you carefully take his hand into yours, and give him a cheeky little grin. “Only if you’re alright with me doing the same.” Both his eyes and mouth are wide with shock, and he flounders for words which brings you to laugh. “Ah! I don’t mean to laugh, you just look so cute right now.” 

It feels as if time slows down then. This man who you’ve barely known for a day and some already makes you feel such affection for him. With the way he looks at you, he makes it perfectly clear that he feels the same way. The deep browns of his eyes have you mesmerized, and you catch him glancing down to your lips for a split second. He slowly starts leaning in, and you’re just about to reach up to cup his face when something in his gaze flickers and he pauses. 

“Let’s go get dinner then.” That American accent. 

Marc ends up leading you out of the museum, but you make sure to take note that while he did pull back, he never did let go of your hand on the way out. 

. . .��

He didn’t say much after getting the food or even getting settled down in the flat. He did reply to any inquiries you made with soft noises of acknowledgement, but hardly went beyond a ‘yes’. It astonished you truly how different the two men were. As you watched him walk about his kitchen, the way he carried himself was more confident, with straighter posture while he shuffled about silently. You helped him set up the food, and he didn’t even question it beyond a curious glance as he handed you utensils and napkins. The whole scene felt too domestic, and you could barely hold back a smile at the thought. 

“I had fun today.” He grunts with a nod. When he had first done so, you had taken it a little apprehensively, especially due to the sudden contrast from Steven. But with the crinkle in his brow that formed from concern, you knew that wasn’t his intention. You figured that he didn’t know how to respond, yet didn’t want to make you think he wasn’t listening. It was his way of showing he was indeed hearing you, and you found that sweet. You slowly open your box, blowing at the steam that puffed out. “I’m glad that I also get the chance to spend some time with you too.” You added on quietly as an afterthought. 

He froze which was made pointedly clear as he fumbled with his own box that tapped against the table. Nervous, you realized. That’s why he was so quiet. He slowly nodded, and not to embarrass him further with the silence, you thanked him for the food and quickly dug in. 

Which was a mistake because it was piping hot. 

The table jolted as you flinched. Your tongue burned, and you barely were able to swallow down the bite much to your discomfort. Marc shot up in alarm, and made his way next to you in a couple of strides, and his hands rose to hover over you worriedly. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” His voice was low, but it hardly hid how concerned he was. His eyes were scanning the food carefully as if it were an active threat, and you waved your hand to hopefully ward off his fears. 

“H-Hot.” You scrunch your face at the pain that rushes through your mouth from speaking. He kneels to get closer to you, a hand reaching up to your face to cradle it and assess the damage. When you open your eyes, he’s barely inches away. 

The crease in his brow was deepened, pressing down and shadowing his eyes and he was too preoccupied to notice the proximity. With his hand so close, you could feel the heat of him radiate off of it. You felt just as mesmerized when you first met him, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. It was only then that he noticed the position and felt his breath stutter. 

But your own brows furrowed when you realized your tongue didn’t hurt at all. You gasped, immediately reactivating his protective mode, but you reached up to rest your hand on top of his. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He blinks. “My tongue.” Further confusion and you laughed. “Sorry- er, I mean- Well, it’s not just that. I forgot to mention also that night, you made my bruises go away too.” There’s a spark of recognition and he nods. “How’d you do that?” 

“I don’t know.” His gaze glances to where your bruises were, his gaze darkening from the memory. “It’s not something I can do.” Yet when you lightly brush your thumb over his knuckles, the tension is relieved from his face and he feels himself go still under your touch. “You affect me somehow too.” He says before he can think which makes him cringe. “I didn’t mean it like-” he sighs, “I don’t know how to explain it.” 

“As if I could trust you with my whole life despite barely knowing you.” He stares at you, a little too long that makes you think you’ve said something wrong for a moment until he leans in closer. 

“I didn’t mean to front today.” He pauses, looking away as he tries to find his words. “To be honest, I wanted to avoid you, but after seeing you talk with Steven, I..” he trails off, sighing as his eyes eventually find their way back to yours. 

For a moment he looks small. Eyes filled with uncertainty, but even so, you manage to see a glimmer of hope. His voice gets somehow quieter as he barely murmurs, “Can I?” And you know he’s referring back to your statement. Your hand falls from his, causing his heart to start sinking. But then you lean in, touching your forehead against his as your hand ends up resting on his shoulder. 

“I would trust you.” Your breath fans over his lips from the proximity, and his eyelids flutter to lay half-lidded. 

Since he left the museum, Steven had been talking at him almost nonstop from the takeout to the flat, even as he got ready to eat with you. He wasn’t responding as he should, he wasn’t honest with himself, he stole you away from your lovely time with Steven. And Marc knew that, but you didn’t make a single complaint. You smiled at him. And every sweet word that fell from your lips, he knew in his heart you meant it. You were happy to be with him just as much as Steven.

The alter in question went completely silent as his lips made contact with yours. And while envious to some extent, he was also relieved. Marc had finally allowed himself some good; he had found his peace with you.

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#shnargo writes #bweep #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant/reader #marc spector/reader #mcu reader insert #steven grant fanfic #marc spector fanfic #moon knight x reader #tw kidnapping

[ahappyphjl]

jenna!!!!! how are we feeling about the pinof reaction finale?

personally I am about to pass away this video made me so emotional especially at the end, when phil said the whiskers come from within it was OVER for me and them thanking US AHHHH 🥺🥺😭😭 the way they view their pasts selves too, it’s so 🥺 i can’t put it into words but!!!!!! them looking back fondly and still laughing (and cringing) at their old jokes And then ranking all the videos so high like yeah!!!! they get it!!!!

and i also love how they acknowledge pinofs are camp because they are! if you get it you get it

it also made more sad about having missed their tours because they never came near my country and i never had the money or time to travel 🥲🥲🥲

soz i am a mess right now i just love them very much 🖤🖤🖤

aww i feel the same way, i loved Loved it and it’s all very overwhelming… im so glad they chose to do these videos. they understand how meaningful it is to all of us, and pinofs are clearly still very important to them too 🫶🏻 i’m gonna put my thoughts under the cut, cause turns out i had a lot to say lol

i was kinda struggling to even make gifs after watching the video, cause i kept thinking about how the pinofs have been a thing in my life since i was a kid, and how it hurt when they ended, but then now getting to remember them with love and joy with dnp and all of us here. as cheesy as the whiskers quote is, that’s what eventually did it for me too though, like i just couldn’t hold back the tears. 🥲

the reflecting on past selves thing throughout was so beautiful to see, cause they really have grown a lot since all those videos were made, and yet they still do some things exactly the same. like the little songs they come up with about random things, phil saying the sound barrier thing, and dan jumpscaring phil. but in many ways they’re not the same as they used to be, which is why when dan said he finally recognized himself in pinof 10… oof it was a lot, im just so proud of and happy for him 🥹 it all goes to show how far they’ve both come personally and professionally.

even though dnp have thanked us for our support many many times, it never stops feeling like 😭😭😭😭 though. it’s so genuine, so heartfelt. i feel like that doesn’t happen in many fandoms, not ones i’ve been a part of at least. whenever they say it, i know for sure they mean it. and that means the world to me, cause i feel like i owe them a million thanks.

i’m sorry to hear you weren’t able to see them on tour, that really sucks. i couldn’t go see their tours either, and i was really upset about that for a long time. it can be really tough not having those memories, especially when a lot of phannies do. i did finally see dan on tour this year, so that was an absolute highlight. i hope we all get to see them on tour together in the future though, who knows!!

but yeah pinofs were a lifeline for me, like i would fr look forward to the next one every day since 2011 when i watched a pinof for the first time. so revisiting them like this is everything 🥲❤️‍🩹 sorry this got so long winded, i’m not great at making my thoughts concise lmao

#answers #anon

[journeytalkzsp]

The Super Mario Bros. Movie: From the POV of a fangirl (Spoilers. Duh.)

So my friends asked for this and I adore that they actually care so I made it!

I needed at least a day to relax and collect my thoughts. I don’t normally do movie reviews as South Park is the only thing I talk about on here but Mario has taken over my life this year and it’s somewhat thanks to this movie! Again beware of spoilers! I have a lot to say, some good, some bad. But just know I warned you.

Just to give a little background, I’ve played Mario games since I was a kid, with my main two being Mario Kart Wii and New Super Mario Bros. on the DS. I’ve always enjoyed the games and I became an even bigger fan after playing Mario Odyssey (which to this day is my favorite Mario game… actually my favorite game of all time right behind Bully). I’ll admit I was worried the first time I heard about a movie, especially considering it was being made by Illumination. But after seeing the trailer I was HOOKED LIKE A FISH and reeled into the fanbase! I knew the promos and trailers would spoil a lot of the movie but there was nothing stopping me at that point.

And unlike most movies, I really enjoyed the months of hype leading up to it! I had so much fun over-analyzing the promos and discovering new fan artists… and read some incredible fanfics imma be honest. And of course catching up on all the games I missed out on as a kid! All this to say that as much as I enjoyed the movie, the outside effect of it was even better.

Now for the movie itself! Let me start off saying that it was clearly made with love. This wasn’t something made to market more games or advertise Nintendo. This was a thank you gift to the fans, new and old. They also went HARD with the promo! Being able to actually call Super Mario Bros. Plumbing? Genius.

The animation was beautiful. The attention to detail—like Bowser’s scales, the decor on Peach's crown and the highlights in the characters' eyes. So pretty. I also really loved how expressive every character was! It was so easy to tell what emotions they were feeling without the dialogue needed to express it. When y’all rewatch it, please pay attention to the beginning of the movie when Luigi finally gets his plate of food. His reaction is so freaking adorable and I wanna draw it. The action scenes were so fluid and Mario and Luigi’s bond was shown through touch alone. I loved that!

Don’t even get me started on the soundtrack. They really put their all into it and I recognized so many subtle melodies and themes that took me right back to playing the games! The end credits music legit made my friend cry, hehe yeah I’m calling you out. Even the few pop culture songs that were added were very well timed and not overused! Also the Plummer Rap from “Super Mario Brothers Super Show” was a brilliant start, even if I already listened to it a thousand times after it was released in the promo. That song even got me to check out the show itself. Only episode one though. Watching ghosts lick Bowser’s feet wasn’t it for me. Speaking of Bowser, his ballad to Peach was absolutely amazing. Wonderful performance from Jack Black and he even wrote it too! Please watch the end credits if you haven't, there’s MORE!

But I’d say my favorite part of the movie was the characterization. I know Miyamoto oversaw the whole thing but I’m still impressed with how accurate the characters’ personalities were. Luigi was perfectly anxious, Mario was protective and charismatic, Peach was agreeable and assertive and Bowser was tough yet insecure. The dynamics were also great! I loved how genuine Luigi and Mario’s bond was. I also enjoyed Mario and Peach's subtle flirting that never gets addressed in the end (which is exactly like the games, I seriously love it!). I’m also super glad that it showed a bit of Bowser and Kamek interaction. Although I would’ve loved them to explore their “father and son” bond. GIMME FOUND FAMILY DAMN IT. Oh yeah and Toad wasn’t annoying! He was definitely the comedic relief but they didn’t overdo it! Him and his huge kart was my favorite thing. He’s just a silly little guy.

They definitely made it their mission to absolutely fill the movie with references and it was much appreciated! My personal favorites being the game cube ringtone, blue shell, cheep cheeps and the environments as a whole. I enjoyed the appearances of side characters like Kamek, Spike and Pauline. But I was honestly hoping for a few more like Daisy, Rosalina, Toadette and JUNIOR AND KOOPALINGS, DANG IT! You’re telling me they put so much emphasis on Bowser's sentimental side but didn’t include him being a father??? (Yes I know the koopalings aren’t technically his kids but Junior is and I was really disappointed at the lack of his presence).

But that brings me to the few problems I did have with this movie. And they all stem from the runtime length. It was WAY too short. And not in the way of “omg I loved it so much I need more!” No. It actually needed to be longer. I even heard it was supposed to be but things were cut? The pacing was too fast and there wasn’t enough time for individual character arcs. Don’t get me wrong there were conflicts, but they were resolved almost as soon as they began.

I’m also disappointed in the lack of Luigi content once they left Brooklyn. He really was just put in a cage for most of it, which is what everyone was worried about. It was cool to see him confront his fears to save his brother in the end but it would’ve felt more emotional and deserved if we got to see his internal struggles during his capture. I really loved that hot air balloon scene where he recalls a childhood memory of him and Mario. That! That’s what I wanted more of! I know there wasn’t much he could do in a cage but I was really hoping he’d be involved in attempting to convince Bowser to not go through with his plans. Or maybe even a scene where he tries to encourage the others that were captured to work as a team to escape or something. Idk man, I’m sure they could’ve come up with something good if they were just GIVEN A LONGER RUN TIME. They could’ve done a lot with an extra 20 minutes. I promise for the animators sake I would’ve waited months longer for this movie. Or they could’ve cut the dog and eel scenes honestly.

And as much as I appreciated them showing Bowser’s sentimental side (seriously it was one of the things I was hoping for the most). I really wish they could’ve done something with it other than just comedy. Don’t get me wrong, Bowser was so cute trying to woo Peach. He made me smile till my face hurt. But it’s clear he’s really lonely and rejected, and they could’ve done something a little deeper with that. When he told Mario that he ruined his chance to “finally be happy” the whole theater went “awww”. In the end he could’ve learned love from his subjects or his FAMILY. Sorry I’m still pretty peeved about that. Even something as simple as him befriending Luigi would’ve been a really nice touch but I guess I ask for too much. But nope they just shrunk him, put him in a jar and left him like that. Even main antagonists deserve good endings at times. I was kinda hoping they’d pull a “Lego Batman Movie” and force him to see that he’s hurting his kingdom in the process of his pursuit and he’d need to help in order to get everyone back home. Kinda corny I know but Lego Batman managed to do it with Joker in a way that wasn’t OOC. I was just missing the complexity. Still, I can’t complain about Bowser getting the shit beaten out of him and the classic tail spin move. I’ll admit I’ve always found Bowser’s defeats hilarious in the games. Please look up the ending of Bowsers Fury if you haven’t played it. I laughed for hours. I’m sorry Bowser but your pain is my gain at times. Also the large group of people who sat behind us had the exact same opinions, which felt validating. THEY ALSO WANTED JUNIOR DAMN IT!

The merging between the two worlds at the end was pretty unexpected. I honestly think they added that in there so that Mario and Luigi could see their family again. But the concept of them being thrown into a magical world and not knowing how to get back home brings so much mystery and excitement. Kind of like how it felt watching The Owl House and Amphibia. But I appreciate that it’s implied they now live in the mushroom kingdom and can probably visit their family from time to time. Now that I think of it… going back to Luigi… why on earth would he want to stay?? He was sent straight to hell the moment he got there and was put in a cage for the rest of the movie and almost died a gruesome death. If Luigi had more screen time where he befriended someone, ANYONE, it would’ve given him an incentive to actually stay, other than just sticking with Mario.

Overall I’d say the movie did what it was set out to do. Which was to give fans a fun, nostalgic adventure. I’m not too sure if one would enjoy it if they’ve never played a single Mario game. It went hard on the animation and soundtrack, the voice actors did a good job (especially Jack Black and Charlie Day. Hell, even Chris Pratt did a good job). It wasn’t perfect. It was definitely too rushed for my taste and I would’ve appreciated it if they had slowed things down a bit. Luigi is currently my favorite character, so naturally I’m disappointed we couldn’t get more of him. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it more on the rewatch.

I suppose I should format this like my South Park reviews for the sake of consistency.

So that means it’s time for the ratings!

Things I liked:

• Bowser. Every moment he was on screen made me happy. I love him so much.

• The characters' personalities were spot on!

• The facial expressions and character designs. Very pretty movie to look at fr!

Things I disliked:

• Too fast paced. Needed room to breathe.

• Kept asking “where’s Luigi?”

• A general lack of my favorite trope “found family” when they easily could’ve used it with Bowser

Should I do ship of the day too? Eh, may as well. Congratulations Bowuigi! That damn trailer spawned a bunch of y’all even though the ship is a decade old. Hope y’all didn’t go into the movie expecting too much. It’s alright, we’ll get ‘em next time boys.

Final rating:

8/10

A good movie that was loyal to the games but the wait for it was better. I’m gonna go play Mario Galaxy now.

…peaches, peaches, peaches peaches peaches 🎶

#mario movie #supermariobrothers #super mario

[sugar-omi]

aww I'm gonna miss the Cove icon but who's the lady? 030

help i got so confused for a sec i totally forgot i changed my pfp but then I realized n pls I've never closed genshin faster...

the cove icon is such a staple tho!!! I hope yall recognize me without it but I trust my regular horny posts will be all you need anyway LOL

altho it may or may not come back some time after October yk, I was just tryna get in the spooky mood n stuff hehe but we'll see bc I am Crazy over this lovely lady here

BUT ANYWAY IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED HEHE THIS IS MY LOVELY LADY, MY CURRENT BRAIN WORM THAT IS EATING ME AWAY:

well.. ngl she's nameless right now. but she is my 3rd baxter child, yes I'm still on that bc yall ruined me w baxters kids being colorful n shit n now I like to laugh abt his child's fashion choices becoming progressively more colorful n crazier than his....

BUT TO INTRODUCE MY GIRL A BITTTT (also I'm literally drawing smth else for her n I didn't expect to reveal her like this but... she's everything to me n I cranked this out in like 3-4 hours bc I'm crazy)

anyway, she's Very into gyaru fashion, specifically n mostly kogal and kuro

she's looks like a cinnamon roll, will beat your ass!!!, I'm thinking she does competitive ballroom dancing like baxter or she can at least dance well enough to wear you out n tell you you suck

she's sarcastic, has the worst RBF of the whole family. at least baxter n theo look like they're just smug flirty assholes n aurelia looks more approachable in comparison to this lovely lady here.

also she has a heart shaped freckle. it's faint n you can't even rlly tell here but it's under her eye (I realize all my baxters children have one under their eye but idc. I am ONTO SOMETHING)

anyway.. her n theo are besties and baxter has to check in at night bc they'll be in her room painting each others nails n doing nail extensions or dying her hair (its 2 toned if you havent guessed, ive seen it sm n im obsessed n so she had it okay) like go to SLEEP YOU HAVE SCHOOL TMRW!!!

just thought abt it. she's obsessed w true crime, food, makeup, and stationary videos, and the stardew valley/the sims

also just decided she is soon for the ladies. I'm thinking lesbian n demisexual, mmm

COVE IS HER FAVORITE UNCLE ITS CANON

don't ask how, just know that it's true.

hates pickles. she is me. she is my child... omg Aurelia likes pickles. I was gonna say theo but he's a ramble for another time omfg I am thinking SO MUCH

anyway... ik you didn't ask for a ramble abt my oc but I will take this and run w it okay

she is very introverted but when she picks friends you are now 4lifers okay you cannot get rid of her n why would you want to? you life was a mess before her. trust. /j /lh

she's like baxter so much in the way she worries n has insecurities n stuff, honestly I think she inherited the identity crisis thing baxter got going on over there

also is the youngest and very much an accident (just like aurelia, dw they're FINE everyone laughs abt baxters reaction now which I will make a bit of later bc I'm thinking many thoughts abt the boys finding out mc is preg) so she's a bit spoiled bc her siblings were at least 9 n loved her sm when she was born

(imagining theo passing her to you or baxter n running away when she had a dirty diaper... pls thats so funny)

ALSO VTUBERS SHE IS CRAZY OVER THEM

yeah she is so my child omfg okay IM DONE IM DONE IF YOU READ THIS I SRSLY LOVE YOU BC I SPIRALED

now ik what it's like to jump at any chance to talk abt your ocs n how fucking crazy it makes you.... I am unstoppable now

#oc art #oc

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Broken Bloodlines Chapter 8

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Part 8!!!

we are now in the latter half of chapters!

this Story contains mentions of Vore, Dont like dont read. (also i drew a cover!)

CW; mentions of injuries, mentions of corpses, mentions of death.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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Before I had made it even a few steps though I heard my name being called.

Looking to whoever was demanding my attention I saw Nea sitting on an empty cart and holding the smaller Arduas arm in an inescapable grip.

At least I didn't have to go up the slope now.

I went over to both of them and the little guy immediately darted behind Nea as best as he could.

Considering Nea was holding his upper arm that didn't do much though.

His reaction was understandable though, 

seeing as I had headbutted him into a boulder.

How did he recognize me anyway? 

Probably the bracelet if I had to guess.

I climbed onto the cart and sat down across from Nea and the little guy.

Though I was pretty sure Nea shouldn't sit like that with her injured foot.

Man, people around me really liked getting shot in the foot.

Nea held out the second Bracelet to me with her free hand, 

being careful not to put any of her fingers through it before stashing it away again.

“Took ya long enough! 

Last I saw of ya was when ya rammed one of tha catapults over!”

She pulled the little guy out from behind her and he looked absolutely spooked at me.

“So what are ya gonna do with the tiny here? 

He hasn't said a word and refuses ta speak”

Silent treatment eh? Well fair all of this must be rather scary,  especially after being rammed by something three times his size.

Yeah I messed up back there, I should probably apologize for that.

I crouched down a little to try and seem less threatening.

“Heya, what's your name?”

Maybe asking basic and simple questions would get him to talk?

I really hoped he didn't have a concussion though.

He just shook his head and shrank back further.

Still scared then, maybe he'd open up a little after I apologized?

“Look, i'm sorry for ramming into you like that,  i thought you'd be bigger and heavier and i really miscalculated there, i didn't intend to knock you out”

He just blinked for a second but still looked like a scared deer.

Nea then just lifted him up and set him down in front of her, 

effectively trapping him in the cart with one of her knees one one side and her arm on the other.

He looked panicked for the second Nea held him up like he weighed nothing, and to be fair that would freak me out too.

But I did not for a second doubt she could actually lift me up.

“Stop fussin lil’ lad, Donovan here won't hurt ya! He's a wuss like that!”

I wasn't a wuss, Nea was just very stab happy.

“I'm not a wuss Nea, i just don't want to hurt people that's all,  not everyone is as stab happy as you are”

I rolled my eyes at her and she shrugged.

“Eh, whateva, now back to ya Lil Lad,  ya have a name or did that Usurper take it from ya?”

He pressed his lips together till they almost disappeared for a second or two before he said the first words I ever heard from him.

“I- im Rowley”

His voice was raspy like he hadn't had water in some time and I decided that after two more questions I'd get him some.

“Rowley is a nice name, haven't heard that one before,  So say how old are you?”

“I- uh i'm thirteen”

Thirteen? He looked like he was eleven at most! Well he was malnourished so that could be the cause.

Also thirteen was not an age anyone should go into battle,  a sentiment that was shared by Nea judging by her expression.

I was actually kinda glad Rowley couldn't see her face at the moment.

 “Thirteen? You shouldn't fight at that age! 

and why did Winton drag you to war anyway?”

He shrank back at the mention of Wintons name and my suspicions were confirmed.

That fuck did something to Rowley, and possibly not only him.

It took him a god two minutes to start talking but both me and Nea were patient, which was unusual of her.

“I- the king knew what that bracelet did and wanted a Giant soldier, but the ones that tried it on died so he had Orphans test it for him.

He just picked off street kids and forced them to put the Bracelet on.

Then when i put it on i turned into that four legged thing and he threw me into a tower”

Before I could say anything to that horrible revelation Nea had stood up despite her injured foot and pulled her way too big sword from behind her where it had leaned against the cart.

“Im gonna murder that fuck! Where did ya guys bring him? 

I ought ta cut both of his arms off!”

I catched Rowley who had fallen forward as Nea leapt up in her fury.

“Nea, Rikaad and Norrin are interrogating him right now,  you cant just barge in to wherever they are and start stabbing that fuck, even if he does deserve it”

She still looked angry but at least seemed to hear me out as she lowered the Giant sword again mumbling about not being allowed to fight and now not being allowed to kick ass.

“Hrmf, fine whatever,  i'll go get water so now it's yer turn to keep an eye on tha lil’ lad”

She got off the cart and picked up her crutch before she went limping away.

So now I was alone with Rowley.

Remembering what Nea had just said I held his upper arm like she did, though I was probably not as strong.

He glanced up at me with a confused and still scared look.

“That's one scary lady”

That was also one of my first thoughts upon properly meeting Nea,  well still was actually.

“Boy you don't even know half of it, she's a royal Guard for a reason”

At the mention that she was a Royal Guard he looked just Confused.

“I thought only men could be guards?”

“I asked her the same thing and she said she beat a Drake with an old helmet, not sure if a really believe that, Drakes are rare after all”

Rowley fiddled with the hem of his near threadbare shirt.

“I've seen you before, but you were bigger back then, they had locked you in the same tower they tossed me in after i changed to that thing”

He wasn't looking at me and still fiddled nervously with his shirt instead.

I remembered that day as well, and now I had confirmation that this was the same little guy from the rooftop back then.

“Yeah I remember, if rather negatively that place was awful.

But you were the guy on the rooftop right? You waved at me”

He nodded.

“I think that's why Winton wanted your Bracelet, but then he found one in the treasure chamber and used people to experiment with it.

I'm not sure why i didn't die like everyone else though”

Maringand had a Bracelet the entire time? 

Why? Well maybe a slayer got to it.

As for the Not dying I could answer him that.

“Well, I can tell you the not dying part if you want?”

He looked up and nodded.

“Ookay, so Oakley explained to me that that thing is tied to genetics, which I guess means one of your ancestors was also an Ardua?

The thing is magic and apparently just kills everyone that doesn't have those genetics.

That pretty much all i know, well aside from how to use it”

He looked pensive for a bit.

“Well, my mom was Elven so maybe-”

“Nope, not Elven or my half brother would be one too”

He fell silent.

“Eh don't worry, i thought the same thing, 

but after talking to Fable i just feel like an idiot”

Before Rowley could retort anything Nea shouted from over the place.

“Ya are an idiot!”

Considering how far away she was she must have only heard the last sentence and immediately took the opportunity to insult me.

I'd be offended if it wasn't just How Nea worked.

“I'm not the one that keeps ignoring what the medics said!”

I retorted and she threw a tightly closed waterskin at my face.

I hoped that it wouldn't bruise.

I handed the water to Rowley who struggled to open the container.

Nea hopped on and opened it for him in less than a second.

Rowley drank greedily and I tried to think of what to do now.

The little guy was still a child, one that had gone through something horrible so he probably shouldn't be alone for some time.

Also he was an Orphan as he had admitted so there was no one to take him in.

Seeing as he was a Bastard i doubted that there was anyone that wanted to, 

especially after today and him turning into a fuzzy four legged beast.

So, what now?

Nea was of little help there seeing as she was a warrior.

I'd just have to ask Rikaad or Norrin then, 

Rikaad was the king so he could probably assure his safety and Norrin had experience so he'd know what to do.

“So what to do now? I mean, this guy is no criminal, not even any sort of fighter at all so we can’t feasibly throw him in prison.

Maybe Rikaad will know what to do?”

Nea just shrugged while Rowley continued to drink an absurd amount of water.

So much water couldn't be good though.

“Slow down, you're gonna choke.

I think Rikaad is at the castle so I suggest we bring him there?”

Nea snatched the water skin from Rowley who flinched back in startlement.

“Ya sure, maybe he’ll let me stab that fuck! And you lil lad shouldn't drink so much water at once or yer gonna vomit!”

He looked unhappy at that but I did have to agree with Nea on this.

Besides I didn't want the guy to throw up,  He was already thinner than a stick.

“Alright then, let's go to the castle and see if we find them.”

Nea climbed down from the cart once again and I helped Rowley get down.

How he hadn't keeled over by now was a miracle considering he couldn't weigh more than a baby goat.

I debated shifting so he could hitch a ride but that was a bad idea for two reasons.

One; the way bigger Ardua from might scare him, especially after what had happened and two; I was covered in bandages and I had no idea if they would stay in place.

So I just ended up offering a normal piggyback ride to the kid while Nea shoved everyone out of the way with her crutches and sword.

I did wonder about the sword though, it was huge and if she was a guy I'd say she was compensating for something.

Also how the fuck could she hold it with only one hand? 

The thing was as big as her!

“Hey Nea, why do you have that oversized sword? And how the fuck can you hold it with only one arm? It looks heavy as fuck”

She looked at the sword for a moment.

“That's a Claymore, they are like that,  well mines specially made from casted iron instead of forged.

It's actually hollow on the inside, well it's still at least half an inch thick on either side but it's not as heavy as it could be.

I like it because it does a ton of damage if you know how to use it!

Also I have hidden snacks inside of it in the past but don't tell anyone!”

I let out an amused snort at the last addition,  I didn't expect her to do something like that.

Then again I also hadn't expected the sword to have a hollow part inside.

The hike uphill was largely uneventful considering nobody was on the slope.

At some point halfway up Rowley did fall asleep,  His adrenaline had run out no doubt.

Nea and I went to the main gate as the other ones were probably bolted shut right now, though something seemed amiss.

Eh it was probably nothing.

Walking into the throne room I realized I had no idea where the castle's prison even was.

Basement probably but I had no idea where that was either.

Luckily Nea did but I thought that we shouldn't bring Rowley underground, not after what happened to him at the tower.

Not that I knew much of that.

We left the sleeping boy in the care of an older wall Guard who Nea assured me was nice before she led me to a side corridor and opened a sturdy looking door that was largely painted like the wall.

No wonder I hadn't found it.

Seriously, why was the entire thing built like this?

The way down was dark and the stone was cold, 

which honestly made me a little uneasy.

“Aight, they ought ta be down there! There are high security cells deeper down too, but i don't think anyone wants ta free that jerk”

She used the metal railing to stabilize herself and went down the surprisingly roomy staircase.

Some torches were lit and we followed them till we heard voices.

Nea stopped then and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Oi, can ya like, not tell them I tried to get ta tha battle? 

They'll lock me in my room or summat”

I gave her a thumbs up and reassured her I wouldn't,  she did help me after all.

After that we went to where the voices came from and there was indeed Rikaad and Norrin as well as some other Guards I did not know.

“Rikaad! I need to talk to you!”

He turned to look directly at me.

“What about? I'm currently trying to get this tyrant to talk”

My eyes flitted to the other Guards,  I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to Rikaad while they were here, 

Not to mention that Winton was also right there in a cell.

Rikaad caught where my eyes went and sighed.

“Alright, I'll need some fresh air anyway,  and it's better Winton knows as little as possible.

Nea you can try to get the guy to talk, just don't Permanently maim him, and please remember that the other Guards are here too”

“On it boss! That swine will talk like a waterfall when I'm done with him!”

Nea cracked her knuckles and I really wished she didn't always sound so cheerful when she talked about being violent.

She patted me encouragingly on my non injured shoulder as she went past me which still made the area feel sore.

I was kinda glad now that we were leaving,  I really wasn't keen on seeing what Nea did.

Rikaad led the way back out in silence and as soon as we were back above ground turned to face me.

“What did you want to talk about? Also i'm glad you survived the river, what were you thinking jumping in like that anyway?”

Well the river thing was pretty self explanatory but there were more important things right now.

“Well I got the other Ardua, but as it turns out that's a thirteen year old child Winton locked in THAT tower for who knows how long,  also he put the bracelet on humans to see if it worked on any of them.

And now, well i felt sorry for the guy so i brought him with me, 

but i have no idea what to do, like what do we do with another Ardua?

Oakley is dead so he can't help- and and that's my fault, i should have-”

Rikaad put a hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down, you are talking yourself into a panic attack, and I can assure you Oakleys death is not your fault, he chose to go on the battlefield and could have ditched anytime he wanted, okay?”

I nodded slowly and tried to calm myself as he instructed me.

“Good, now as for the Boy you said he's only thirteen? 

By God Winton is the worst!

He can stay here for now till we get a better idea,  in the meantime we could go get Arthur and tell him we know which tower his cousin is locked in.”

“Oh thank you, it's just that I feel really sorry for the little guy,  I mean he's tiny!

Also I thought Arthur was with you? 

But i'm sure he’ll love to hear you know where his cousin is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He was, let's say displeased with Winton so i told him to go look for Robin instead”

Ah, good call, Arthur would have immediately maimed Winton.

“Yeah that was probably a good idea,  So wait, does that mean we are going to Maringand?”

“Very probable, though we’d need Arthur to guide us through the terrain”

True, we did not know tha area at all so having someone that did was practical.

Also we were going there to find Arthur's cousin sooo.

“You said he's with Robin? 

Last i saw him he went to the kitchen to protect the staff there”

“The kitchen? Alright let's see if both of them are there”

To get to the Kitchen we walked around the castle as neither of us wanted to deal with the stupid hallways right now.

And after the wide open battlefield being inside felt, well, strange.

We reached the kitchen door and window soon enough and Rikaad politely knocked.

Good idea, just barging in might scare someone.

Myril was the one to open the door with the biggest rolling pin in one hand and a mean looking firehook in the other.

“Oh, it's you! Thank God, everyone had been worried! 

Is the battle over? Did you win? Wait let me get you some soup”

She turned away in a hurry before anyone could say anything and we just walked in after her.

I looked around the room and sure enough there was a familiar mess of red hair right next to Arthur.

“Robin! There you are!”

He turned around and as he saw me leapt up and went to go hug me.

“Donovan! You're alright!”

While it was nice that he cared he was holding on rather tightly which my wounds did not agree with.

“Ow ow don't squeeze! A lot of people threw stuff at me today, I'm sore!”

He immediately let go.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I won't do it again!”

I doubted that he wouldn't do it again,  his brain was all over the place on a good day.

“Eh, it's fine don't worry, but i'm definitely gonna feel that tomorrow”

Arthur also came up to us,  well more came up to Rikaad and i knew what he was gonna ask.

“So did he tell you where Amicia is? Please say he did”

Rikaad nodded and the relief was very visible on Arthur's face.

“He said she was on the south tower,  not sure which one exactly that is but it is something”

“Oh I know that one! She's probably locked in the top part of it! 

I need to go and see if she's alright!”

He turned to leave but was stopped by Rikaad who had grabbed his lower arm.

“I'm not sure if you should go alone,  Maringand might still have some Guards or who knows what else”

Arthur turned back looking disappointed.

“So what now? 

I'm not leaving the only family member i actually liked in that tower”

“I'm not saying you shouldn't go, im saying to at least take proper safety precautions, i'll come with you,  i have to declare the defeat of Winton to Maringand anyway”

Oh right, the people of Maringand had no idea that Winton was now locked in a dusty basement prison.

Rikaad was right in that, someone did have to inform them.

“So we are going to maringand? Who else is coming with us then?”

Rikaad shrugged and out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin sneaking some snacks while no one was looking, well aside from me.

“Id say whoever is fit enough,  some Guards and Soldiers, maybe a medic will join too”

Robin had finished stuffing leftover cookies into his pockets and turned to face Rikaad.

“Oh so we're gonna see Maringand? That's cool! Where is Oakley? Maybe he wants to come too! He does know a lot of stuff after all!”

There was dead silence after.

Of course Robin had no idea that the winged man was dead,  he hadn't been there.

Now more than ever I was glad he stayed behind and didn't have to witness that.

The Ginger seemed to notice that it had gotten uncomfortably silent around him.

“I- is there something wrong? What happened?”

I really didn't want to say it out loud, not again, that just had such a weird sense of finality.

Luckily I didn't have to, seeing as Rikaad stepped up to speak.

“Robin, Oakley is dead, he got hit by a burning net and didn't make it”

The rustheads face fell and I could make out the beginning of tears in his eyes.

“Wh- what? No that can't be, he's Oakley,  he can use magic and all that he can't be dead!”

Nobody gave a retort to that, even the kitchen staff had gone silent.

Then Rikaad sighed.

“Come on let's go outside, at least for a bit”

We left the kitchen and ended up in the shade of a large tree.

Robin looked like he was doing his best not to cry.

He just clung to the next best person,  in this case Arthur and refused to let go while he was shaking.

Well, at least he wasn't squeezing my wounds.

Nobody said anything for a good two minutes.

“I think we should get ready to go to Maringand,  Robin if you don't feel up to it you can stay here if you want”

Robin shook his head.

“Gimme a bit, i'll be fine, and i wanna see Maringand”

It still took some time for him to calm down but with mine and Arthur's combined efforts we managed it.

While we calmed the poor ginger down Rikaad was assembling whoever was fit and wanted to go to Maringand.

It was an hour or so later that he had everything set up and we were ready to go in an actual fancy carriage.

I had never sat in one before and I wondered if Arthur would be okay sitting in that thing.

He did have horrible Motion sickness after all.

Yep, judging by his face he was not thrilled at all.

But he seemed willing to bear it to go help his cousin.

It still didn't make the ride anymore pleasant with him hanging out the window and throwing up.

At least the cushions and the rest of the carriage was nice.

Robin spent most of the ride in silence and Rikaad was sitting outside of the carriage to give Orders to the riders who had come with.

He had also taken the crown Winton had been wearing as a sign that he was defeated.

The only good thing that had happened today was Arthur's look of joy when we told him that Nea was keeping an eye on Winton.

I also hoped that the little guy, Rowley, was alright.

He looked so scared when we brought him to the castle, scared and frail.

The carriage had to go back and forth for a bit to find a stable bridge over the river but after some time over uneven terrain and avoiding what I hoped was just stone and fallen wood we reached Maringand.

I knew though that it had not been stones and tree trunks.

The carriage stopped and I pulled Arthur inside again.

He looked rather green in the face though.

The door was opened and I saw that we were standing on some sort of Plaza.

Rikaad had already gone and began telling the population that Winton was defeated, holding the crown he took up in the air as he did so.

From the threehundered people that were here only about nine started to fuss about it, all some rich fucks by the looks of it.

The rest of the crowd seemed to be relieved that the tyrant was finally gone.

There had been some questions about who was in charge now since Winton killed the competition.

Rikaad simply answered that we were on the way to the castle to sort it out.

While he spoke Arthur made sure to not show his face in case anyone recognized him.

Since the rich fucks here had seemed to side with Winton that was probably a smart move.

We stopped two more times on the way to the Maringand castle until we finally reached it.

The castle itself was very different from the Kamerasc one. 

This one had a different shape and was built with a dark gray stone and reddish brown roof shingles and was located right into the mountainside.

But it was easy to make out the south tower seeing as south was where the ocean was.

Though somehow the place where it was built seemed oddly familiar, and not from the time I had spent trapped in that outpost tower.

Then I realized it, that was the place from the book! 

The place where the Maringand creature had gone to die!

That really made me wonder how historically accurate it was.

But that could come later, for now we needed to find Arthur's cousin.

Luckily he already knew where to go and led the way through the way less confusing halls of the Maringand castle.

Man, why couldn't the Kamerasca Castle have been built like this? 

This was way easier to navigate!

Arthur then led us to a door that opened to reveal a lot of stairs going upwards in a spiral.

I hoped the Tower wasn't too tall but was disappointed in that as it took a good ten minutes to get to the top.

At least the sight from the occasional window was pretty.

At the top was a blue painted door with silver ornaments and Arthur immediately went to open it in his anticipation of seeing his cousin he even forgot to knock.

He had barely made it two steps inside before what looked to be the leg of a chair collided with his abdomen and he went to the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

A figure appeared from the blind spot of the door and I could definitely say that this must be Arthur's cousin.

They had the same eye and hair colors and looked similar overall.

She was also wearing what appeared to be a hastily sewn pair of pants and clutching the chair leg.

“ARTHUR? Wait, what the hell? I was told you were dead!”

She went to hug the fallen man but did not apologize for hitting him.

“Yeah yeah, why'd you hit me? 

And where did you even get that chair leg?”

Arthur slowly got up and Amicia tossed the wooden furniture piece aside.

“What leg? Now please tell me how you are alive! 

Winton said you got eaten by some beast he refused to describe!”

I felt my ears heat up, right I kinda had brushed off that part.

And I was actually glad Winton didn't describe what I looked like or else this would have gotten extremely awkward.

Arthur finally got up and brushed some dust off of him before he was immediately swept into a hug again with Amicia holding and poking his face as if to make sure he was real.

“Amicia, I'm fine, I'm here to rescue you! Winton lost! 

Kamerasca won and he's rotting in a dark cell for now.

We also left him with one of the most terrifying guards so he wont have a good time”

Yep, Nea was probably making this hell right now.

Amicia looked past Arthur and seemed to see us for the first time.

“And who are these guys? They don't exactly look like soldiers”

That was true, I was still in my normal everyday clothing aside from a new shirt, Robin was wearing a sleeveless red tunic with an off white undershirt and Rikaad was wearing what I assumed to be some uniform.

Yeah we did not look like soldiers.

“Oh, those are my friends! After I uh, ‘left’ the castle I ended up in Kamerasca, they were nice enough to help me when I needed it!”

Amicia waved all of us inside her little chamber which was surprisingly well decorated and looked all of us directly in the face as we passed her.

Being stared at made me uncomfortable on a good day and today was not a good day.

I self consciously put my hands over my ears as she looked at them.

She seemed to get it and instead scrutinized Rikaad’s uniform.

“Are you a General or something?”

She looked rather distrusting of those in power which nobody could blame her for, but she also looked like a weird mirror of when Arthur was distrusting of me.

Yep, definitely related.

Rikaad didn't seem bothered by the hostility though,  Instead he bowed and introduced himself.

“My Name is Rikaad Drayton, and I'm the King of Kamerasca.

Pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Amicia”

I found him to be overly formal now but considering that Arthur planned to give Amicia the right to rule it was probably just some dumb formality.

Amicia blinked for a second before turning back to Arthur.

“What the Hell? You're friends with the King? 

Wait, I thought the King was some old guy?”

I started to wonder how much she knew of what had been going on, considering she was trapped in a tower for who knows how long probably not much.

Arthur just shrugged.

“I mean yeah? Didn't know he was the Heir when i met him though, besides the only reason we became friends is because Robin started hanging out with both of us”

He turned around to try and introduce Robin but the ginger had climbed into the bay window that faced towards the sea and looked out to the land below.

Yep, Brain all over the place once again,  i'd better get him in case the glass wasn't stable.

“Robin? What are you doing? C’mere and say hello”

I lifted him up from where he was like one would hold a cat they just caught and carried him over to where we were before setting him on the ground again.

He pouted up at me but I ignored it,  he could at least say hello to Arthur's cousin after all.

He then turned to face Amicia who was the only person in the room that had the same height as him.

“Hi! Im Robin”

Amicia just stared at the cheerful little rusthead for a few seconds before she answered him

“Nice to meet you? It's nice Arthur finally found some friends!”

Then her eyes flitted to me once again.

“And you are? As far as I recall Fae are banished from Kamerasca, where are you from?”

Oh, was she under the impression I was a full blooded elf?

Well that wasn't correct.

“Im Donovan, and well, i'm only half Fae,  Besides with Rikaad in charge the Fae Ban doesn't exist anymore”

She looked briefly to Rikaad, now with just a tiny bit less hostility.

“Well that's nice of him, since i'm freed now or whatever why don't we get some tea? Or some other beverage you want”

I could tell she wanted to get out of this room already,  not that she could be blamed for that.

She spent possible months here without being able to go wherever she wanted.

But that also meant going down all those stairs again.

Damnit.

But we did end up a little while later in a smallish room adjacent to the kitchen that had a table and six chairs.

Tea and some sort of tiny little cakes were served that smelled of Lemon.

The meager staff here then left as fast as they could and closed the door behind them.

I doubted any of them would lock it but even if there was a window and we were only on the second floor.

Amicia then addressed us again.

“So you guys won? With how Winton bragged about a secret superweapon that would make you turn tail and flee,  I'm surprised you were this fast, what was the weapon anyway?”

Secret weapon? Oh, she must be talking about Rowley.

Rikkad leaned forward a little before speaking.

“Secret weapon? Well there was a magic based being do you mean that? Also what do you mean by ‘this fast’?”

I was glad Rikaad didn't mention the Ardua or Rowley, 

who knew what kind of problems that could cause.

But yeah what did she mean by this fast?

“Oh well Winton was really just setting himself up for failure,  Almost everyone hated him! 

Of course his Soldiers would half ass the fights and turn as soon as they got the chance!

I mean come on, he was THE most disliked person in the Kingdom!

I'm not surprised he lost, nobody is, I just find it funny he lost so fast!”

The most disliked person in the Kingdom sounded accurate enough, If the only people that like you are some greedy rich fucks you are doing something severely wrong.

“Thats, well you are right it is not surprising, he’s currently being questioned by, how do you put it? Most skilled Guard”

Rikaad assured her and I had to hold back a laugh,  most skilled Guard, that was one way to put it.

Well she was skilled, a lot so but she was also somewhat unhinged and I would not be surprised if there were broken fingers when we came back.

“Most skilled? I hope so,  Winton deserves every bad thing he's got coming!”

As much as I was against violence I did have to agree with her.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin eyeing the tiny cake I had gotten with the strawberry tea and I shoved it in his direction.

He happily went to munch on it.

If I was honest this entire thing was weirdly uncomfortable,  at least for me.

Arthur was happy that his favorite cousin was alright and Rikaad seemed to be at least somewhat okay.

Robin of course had no concept of awkwardness and just munched his small cake which was previously mine.

I just slowly sipped my tea to try and avoid talking.

Amicia then decoded to make it awkward for everyone as she addressed Arthur again.

“So you still like boys or was I wrong about that?”

Arthur spit out the Tea he'd been offered and started coughing.

Liked boys? Amicia was really just outing the poor guy in front of us? 

That was really fucking rude.

Being rude must lay in the family, at least this branch of it.

Arthur slammed the cup angrily and flustered back on the table.

“I told you before that I like both! Men, women who cares! 

Now shut the fuck up thats not even any of your business!”

He was redder than he'd ever been before and looked like he wanted to disappear into the chair he sat on.

Well what Amicia just did was rather uncalled for.

It took me a few seconds to register that another reason why Arthur was so upset about it was that a LOT of humans didn't take kindly to men liking men or women liking women.

So having that information out in the open could be really dangerous to someone, especially if the church heard about it.

I didn't care about all that though. 

If Arthur liked both so be it,  it really wasn't any of my concern what he did with his life.

Though now I was convinced that Amicia liked chaos,  at least judging by the look on her face.

It was not the most surprising thing though.

Considering the circumstances of everything she either had to be a Noble lady with barely any freedom or was locked in a tower for possibly months on end.

Saying stuff out loud and seeing people's reaction to it was probably her only source of entertainment for years.

To be honest in the past i would have found it funny to see Noble fuckers react vividly to stuff they deemed improper.

Still, that had been really inconsiderate of her.

“Arthur, you told me before you left that by a specific date you'd tell people, did you not check the calendar? That date was four weeks ago”

Wait, so she just assumed we already knew? Well this had gotten even more awkward now, but at least she didn't do it out of Malice.

Arthur however still looked extremely embarrassed.

“I fucking forgot, there was too much going on at the time,  you could at least make sure in advance before you just say it outloud”

Amicia now looked actually regretful but still tried to cheer him up.

“Oh come on it's not that bad, I mean, Robin, right? what do you like?”

Robin looked up from where he tried to sneak Rikaads tiny cake.

“Cake!”

Rikaad shoved his cake as well to Robin who immediately bit into it.

“Yeah okay that question was badly worded, What about you Donovan?”

Me? I didn't actually know,  I had been preoccupied by surviving instead of figuring that out.

Also I really did not care.

“Dunno, was more busy with not getting murdered,  also i kinda don't care”

Why were we even talking about this now? 

That was not what we were here for.

Luckily Rikaad interjected before she could ask him as well.

“As nice as talking about mundane things is that is not what we are here for”

Amicia looked confused at him.

“What else are you here for besides freeing me? 

Oh wait, with Winton in jail Maringand has no king!

You're here to give Arthur his title back!”

Close enough, probably,  but Arthur did not want the title nor rule this place.

Amicia was nice enough if a bit tactless,  but she was the only other living relative that could lay claim to the title.

Which Arthur just told her bluntly.

“No, i'm not gonna be King, i don't want to lead people that did not give a fuck about me when i need help,  you can have this entire shitshow but im leaving”

Amicia just stared at Arthur.

“...are you sure? I know most people still think you are dead but if you show them that you are not maybe they'd change?”

Arthur just shook his head and I felt like we should have left these two alone to sort it out.

“Yeah, I'm sure, this place has been hell to me and I'm not staying here!”

“So, I'm the one in charge now? Some people wont take kindly to that”

“Eh just don't tell anyone that i'm still alive and they cant really complain”

“Okay, but only if you come visit at least once a month! 

And write me letters!”

“Sure! Now have fun sorting out all the logistic stuff!”

While they talked Rikaad motioned for us to sneak out, which we did.

Robin did snag Arthur's small cake as well before we left though.

We quietly closed the door behind us.

“Amicia is very similar to Arthur”

Robin mumbled into his cake.

“Yeah, they are for sure related, should we go back? 

To Kamerasca i mean,  Arthur can just come back later after he's done with whatever this is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He's probably going to take a while,  i’ll inform him, you can go ahead to the carriage”

He knocked on the door we had just left and I steered Robin outside again while he was munching on what I assumed to be his fourth cake.

“You really like that Cake huh”

He nodded.

“Mhm, it's good”

I could see that, he had crumbs all over his vest and his fingers were sticky with what was probably jam.

“Sure, now let's go to the carriage, i don't like being out in the open here”

He nodded and followed me while trying to flick the jam off his fingers.

“Maybe you should get a hat? 

If you don't like people looking at your ears”

Of course that was the thing he picked up on.

“I don't like hats, besides that could fall off or someone could yank it from my head, also i just don't have a face for hats”

I generally didn't like them, it alway felt like something was about to fall on my head.

“Mhhm then not, do you have a cloth for my hands? 

I don't wanna make the pretty carriage dirty”

I fished out the new handkerchief I got some time ago and handed it to him.

“Here ya go,  now let's get a move on or Rikaad will end up there before us”

He laughed and quickened his pace while he cleaned his fingers.

“He does have longer legs than us, well at least right now”

That drew a laugh out of me,  yeah i could just shift and then he wouldn't even reach to my knee.

But shifting here probably was not a good idea.

“True, but i'm not gonna shift here, i'm not keen on causing a panic”

I was not keen on getting shot at again.

“You would be faster than the carriage though!”

“I'm also covered in bandages and i have no idea what would happen to them”

While it was true that my clothing shifted with me I didn't know how that would be with wounds covered in bandages,  Would the bandages fall off? 

Would they also disappear like my shirt did and reappear? 

Yeah not testing that.

We reached the carriage pretty quickly and hopped in before any of the Marignand people could get a closer look at my ears, Man id be glad as soon as all of this was over.

Just then the door of the carriage opened again and Arthur and Rikaad came in.

And Amicia.

What?

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Let’s try this again for the fandom asks because I asked you for non-existent numbers the first time. 🤷🏻‍♀️ T, U, V?

Haha...I'm glad you popped back in with letters! :D

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Yeah, I don't care what the Star Wars databank or any other official material says: I think the first half of the The Empire Strikes Back makes way more sense if Han and Leia had been involved romantically in some way or at least were heading very obviously in that direction and were both on the same page, something happened -- whether it was the infamous Ord Mantell trip that we all like to write about or just Leia and/or Han shutting down because of Baggage™ and miscommunication or some weird third thing -- and they called it off all before the movie starts up. Their actions and reactions on Hoth are not those of two people who've been griping at and about each other for three years straight; they're the actions and reactions of two wounded and angry people who still seem weirdly comfortable with being in each other's personal space and working together. I'm not saying it's what the filmmakers intended, but I am saying it makes way more sense than the official "first kiss happened leaving Hoth" story.

I won't die on this hill because I do recognize my own bias as a woman with ADHD, but I do think Leia Organa is written, however unintentionally, as someone who has ADHD.

On an entirely related note, I have grown basically convinced that Leia was not supposed to melt Han out of carbonite when she did. The entire rescue plan is bonkers and makes virtually no sense unless Luke can suddenly see every aspect of the future in HD, but her timing makes even less sense to me. Once again, I don't really think it was the filmmakers intention, but I do think it makes more sense if there was some other part of the plan that she circumvented because impulsivity.

Oh, and this isn't something I have any need to die defending -- it's more just cutesy fun than anything -- but "the Organas have a family snowball fight at least once every winter even after Leia's in the Senate" is a thing that keeps popping up in my writing, so I guess this is a minor headcanon of mine.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Leia Organa - I don't know, she was I think the first fictional character who I wanted to be like. She's strong and smart and capable and also somewhat witty, and those are attributes I admire.

Anne Shirley (are the Anne books considered part of a fandom?) - I just really like all the Anne books? Anne is smart and funny and relatable. She has faults but she is both well-meaning and generally kind. These books are just really special to me, especially Anne's House of Dreams and I really, really like how Anne both grows as a character as she ages while remaining truly herself.

Remus Lupin - I dunno, I just love Lupin a lot. He's one of the more responsible adults at Hogwarts, seems exceedingly kind to his students, and he carries around chocolate. What's not to love?

V - Which character do you relate to most?

I mean, if we're talking Star Wars, I do relate to Leia some. Not in everything, but...I mean, at the very least, she seems to compensate for not knowing what to do by making sarcastic jokes, and if I'm not making jokes during a stressful/distressing situation...well, it's because I learned that there's a time and place for everything and some people aren't appreciative of that sort of coping mechanism, but I'm still thinking them.

Thanks for the questions!

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Can I get Megatron, starscream, knockout, Optimus, and smokescreen's reaction to a new young decepticon recruit joining them. One with the same fresh and go get e'm personality as smokescreen except this bot isn’t inexperienced, and has a sassy egotistical, but justifiable attitude because of how well they fight. You can make up how they arrived.

The Autobots and Decepticons were in the middle of battle. When out of nowhere a ship came diving into view. It came into the atmosphere with some speed, yet the ship was able to be steered perfectly so it didn't crash. They skillfully landed (ploughed through) the ground. It stopped before hitting the bots. After a few seconds a hatch opened and a con popped out. Decepticon badge reflecting in the sun.

"Now that, is how to land with style!" They cheered. They looked down and noticed the fight. "Oh perfect, I made it just in time for the fun." They jumped down and immediately began fighting, spitting out puns and jokes as they attacked the Autobots.

The Autobots retreated and the con was accepted into the Decepticon ranks, getting their own place on board the ship.

Megatron:

He remembered being a younger mech. He remembered when he first created the Decepticons, he was a little like this new con. He was eager, he was a go getter, wanting to do what he could to make the Decepticons rise to the top. They reminded him of the early days and he enjoyed it.

He was also happy to see that some cons still have that eagerness about his cause. He thought they could do without the egotistical attitude. However he would leave them be, as they proved how worthy of a fighter they were.

He was glad, almost excited, to have this new con on his team. He was going to use them for his gain. He would put them into battle because he knew they would win. He would hope that their energy would rub off on some cons and make them more eager for the cause once more. And if this new con really proved themselves he may replace Starscream for them, and give them more responsibilities.

Starscream:

The moment they landed he found them annoying. They were loud, and grating. And he hated how 'happy' they seemed. He didn't think they were Decepticon material.

However he couldn't deny they were a good fighter. Because of that he was willing to let them stick around (even though it wasn't his decision). Instead he thought of ways to keep them a good fighter, but break their character so they would be quieter and less obnoxious. At least that was his opinion of them.

However he really couldn't stand being around them. They were good, but they often joked about how they were better than him. He was not willing to make the risk and find out. So instead he tried his best to avoid the new bot, until they calmed down a little.

Knockout:

It was nice to have a new con around that wasn't Scary, silent, or Starscream. Perhaps the new bot was a little too eager, a little too loud, but it was a little refreshing. He could also appreciate a good sass.

He was sassy egotistical, so he recognized when someone else was. But hey, they had they skills, so they had the right to it. He applauded their talent and how great of a fighter they were. He was just so glad they were on his side and not the Autobots.

He could understand sometimes they may get annoying. But so was Starscream. Knockout would just excuse himself for a dive to cool off then come back with a new attitude ready to deal with the new bot. But overall, he liked them.

Optimus:

He recognized the talent they had. They were a good fighter. He wished they were not on the Decepticon side, as the Autobots could always appreciate a new member.

However by their insignia and automatic reaction of fighting bots, they had made their choice long ago.

He was disappointed, even though a high energy bot can get tiring at times, it is often what they need. War is hard, and and can wear on a bots spark and mental state. Having someone come in with such freshness and excitement to their cause can be a bright reminder of what they are fighting for.

He just hoped Megatron would train them well and hone in their talents, while they are still eager. However he also wondered if that would be a bad thing for his team.

Smokescreen:

Was that how the other bots viewed him? After listening to the cons puns and egotistical boosts, he was about ready to bury his helm in the ground. It really got him thinking, was he that bad when he was first new?

He wouldn't deny it, they were good. Really good. Which meant it sucked they were on the enemy team. But at least it meant if he ever went up against them he'd be getting a good fight.

On second thought maybe he's glad they were on the enemy team. He didn't know how well he would handle having them around being a bit too much like, well, him. He's enough of a go getter by himself, the team didn't need two.

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