#and he's trying to resurrect his mom

[yuri-is-online]

Ok but how did ace even get a girlfriend in the first place? Did she confess and he just went along with it? Did he think having a girlfriend would make him seem cooler? Was it a dare or something? Cause for someone like ace to just go ghost on her and not have an actual talk, kind of makes me feel like these two were not friends before they were partners.

So then, fast forward to nrc, ace is trying so hard to lose the feelings he has for his best friend. Because that's all they are: friends, homies, if you (duece) will. Yuu has the cream of the crop to pick from, he's kind of at a disadvantage here.

Plus, whose to say their entire dynamic won't change the second they get together? He doesn't want to get bored and start to hate one of his dearest friends by proxy, so might as well just play it safe and suffer a little than take that risk and the both of you suffer a lot 🤷‍♂️.

Meanwhile yuu, who still has their old phone/mp3 player, has been playing Jenny by Studiokillers on repeat. Lying in their bed, just down horrendous for this absolute ball of boyish mischief. How dare he, honestly?

Well. At least he gives them a lot of openings to flirt with him?

*disclaimer, I was home schooled so my actual knowledge about middle school dating is beyond non-existent so take what I say with a grain of salt

The information we get about Ace's girlfriend comes from his suitor suit vignette and he does not mention how they actually got together, just some of the things that they did and how boring Ace thought all of them were. And I agree! The way they broke up does not make it sound like they were friends before dating, though they could have been casual acquaintances. The way Ace likes to goof around makes me think he was probably pretty popular, and had a lot of those types of relationships. His description of the relationship makes me think he probably went out with her because he thought she was cute and that it would be fun to have a girlfriend, but didn't actually stop to think about who she was as a person or what dating actually means. And hey, he was in middle school. He was going to be a bit stupid about those sort of things. The experience seems to have made him think a lot about what he wants in a partner, and we know from Ortho he was telling the truth when he's forced to spell it out:

His voice lines flesh out what he wants a bit more; he says he thinks it's important to find someone you have fun with and that he wants to get married later in life. So Ace knows what he wants... he just gets really embarrassed when called out on it and refuses to talk honestly about his feelings (though he kind of does that in general hehe)

So flashing forward to NRC. Ace knows what he wants and Yuu is such a perfect fit it hurts. Best friends to lovers is a popular trope in fiction sure, but in real life? At a school? Yeah right, Ace still has to see them every day if they break up, and not to mention... I feel like Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu sort of fell into their dynamic almost immediately after the mine adventure and didn't ever stop to think about it because of how natural the friendship felt. And Ace knows if things end badly he's losing the whole squad, so yeah. Better to just swallow this and stay where he is. He's still in school! He doesn't need to think about dating! He's got a housewarden to surpass, upperclassmen he admires, and a bunch of idiots to take care of. He can worry about dating later. Besides, these feelings will go away after graduation he's delusional sure of it!!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch Ramshackle Yuu is literally in a living hell. Maybe they're a bit more emotionally mature than Ace and they just know this could work out but THEY CAN'T TELL IF HE LIKES THEM BACK BECAUSE HE KEEPS GETTING SHY AND MAKING JOKES FML!!!! But like he also lets them steal his gym shirt :ccc and he gets pouty when someone else makes an offer :ccc and really smug when Yuu says no ccc: so like maaaybe? Or maybe not and this meaningless flirting is all they'll ever have and they just. Try to be ok with it and they sort of hate themselves for it.

until Sebek properly joins the friend group and looses his fucking shit

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #aceyuu #ace trappola #had a thought insp by mochi's request they did for me that um #if crowley is malleus's dad #and he's trying to resurrect his mom #there could be parallels between him and ace in a timeloop aceyuu au #they both have a love taken from them by fate #they both have a friend who they've helped inspire to be better that they are forced to abandon #maybe out of fear they won't approve of their methods #maybe out of fear that they will #also started thinking about the steadfast tin soldier and using that as symbolism for aceyuu (i am down bad) #(i have other things i need to do) #(like fix my masterlist jesus)

[storyweaverofgondor]

Another day of my brain giving me scenes and dialogue for that ‘Sam dies instead of Jess’ Supernatural Au of mine without also providing any sort of writing motivation.

#personal #writing struggles #supernatural #No but see #It started as a 'what if Sam told Jess about his visions' #turned into 'Sam also tells Dean about his visions when he show up in the pilot' #as backstory for one of those 'Jessica joins Sam and Dean on the Pilot Hunt' AUs #Got bowled over by the random thought of 'What if Sam walks into the house first?' #and was followed by imagining Jess joining Dean in Hunting and the two bonding over wanting to revenge Sam's death #and their memories of him #and imagining how heaven and hell's plans for the apocalypse would be upset by Sam dying instead of Jess #and how they would all have to scramble to try and get it back on track #Possible future resurrection drama? #Dean lashing out at John for disappearing after he had to watch Sam die on the ceiling just like his mom #Bobby and Dean mourning Sam together? #Jessica getting hunter lessons from Bobby? #Dean feeling like he failed Sam and keeping Jess close because she's his last tie to his brother? #Then coming to view her as a friend #Jessica having the ring Sam was going to propose with #having found it before the hunt and planning to propose to him when he after the test/exam on Monday #The Bloody Mary episode in this AU would be INTENSE! #There is so much angst potential in this bad boy! #I have so many ideas! #and i never have any writing motivation when I'm thinking about it! >:(

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

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“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.

#Danny: not another adoption! #Vlad and Bruce trying to adopt Danny even though he’s got parents:🤝 #batman #danny phantom #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dc x dp #bamf danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #dcxdp crossover #sea cryptic! danny au

[ane-doodles]

A Shitten situation...

Ok so, joking aside... Let's explain what happened here: At first I was just designing another Lamb, I wanted to do something a little aggressive and different to Avana... But somewhere in the design process Narinder's genes came to light and for some reason I can't explain he ended up looking like the son lost from Narilamb (a shitten)

Anyway... meet: TAO! (two versions)

Protagonist version: This was my original intention. In this universe Tao takes the place of the Lamb of prophecy, being only a child (approximately 12 years old). He is obedient and constantly seeks approval... So at the moment of the final decision he prepares to die... but at the last second the fear and anger of the betrayal consume him and he ends up destroying the red crown.

He immediately wakes up to discover that he has not actually died, and makes it his personal mission to hunt down the god who has abandoned him.

Oh but wouldn't it be interesting if I told you that sometimes the gods do want to care for and save their warriors? Yes, in this universe Narinder does intend to save the Lamb after his sacrifice, he just never says it directly which is why things get complicated, you know.

In this AU (still unnamed) Tao becomes Narinder's hunter, he is constantly angry and aggressive, he is immortal but sometimes his younger and more innocent side returns to the surface making him act again like a sad and scared child. Fortunately mom Forneus is there to hug him. At the same time Narinder (who is trapped in a mortal body) is constantly running away from him and looking for a way to repair the crown and also explain to Tao what really happened.

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Narilamb version: in this "universe" Tao takes the role of the son of Narinder and the Lamb. He was summoned through a ritual (you can read the recipe in my doodle heheh). The original intention was to discover if it was possible for Avana to resurrect her species with her new powers, but in the end she ended up creating a family member with some eldritch god touches.

Bonus me trying to define how I wanted to draw him and at the same time realizing the accidental mix I made

#ane doodles yay! #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl lamb #ane sketchbook #chain for a promise AU #narilamb

[mychemicalrachel]

Full disclosure, I have not seen the Teen Wolf movie and no I do not plan on it. I have caught a few things through the magic of tumblr and I had some thoughts. So if everything I saw is accurate; Derek has a kid Eli (basically a Stiles replacement since Dylan wasn’t in the movie. Also, nobody knows who his mother is?) and Derek dies, and he leaves his kid to Scott and Allison. Am I right so far? I’ve seen a few posts entertaining the idea of Stiles being Eli’s other dad, fix-its that have him resurrecting/saving Derek in some capacity. And so it got me thinking of my own version of how I would fix this dumpster fire and like,

What if Stiles was not Eli’s dad?

No no no, hear me out, okay?

Derek had Eli with some one night stand or whatever, it’s not important. She’s not in the picture but neither is Stiles. Stiles is just the one that got away, he’s the guy Derek has been pining over for the past fifteen years, and nothing more. Stiles finally got away from the supernatural shitshow and Derek is not going to be the one to drag him back into it just because he has feelings for him.

But Stiles is still the closest thing Derek has ever had to family and it makes sense for Derek to entrust his family with Stiles’ family. So what if he left Eli in the care of John? (hIS NAME IS JOHN, FIGHT ME ON THIS.) And John, he kind of adores the kid, right? Of course when Derek dies (because he does) John takes Eli in just as he promised he would.

But John is getting older. Eli is a handful because he is just like Stiles. John has to tell Stiles eventually what happened and he really could use some help trying to wrangle a grieving teenager, so he calls Stiles.

Stiles is FURIOUS when he finds out what happened. He hasn’t been in contact with Scott for years because he realized what a piece of shit Scott was, but the fact that Scott didn’t even call when everything was happening makes him angry. The fact that they let Derek die?? More than angry. Angry enough to kill somebody. But when he meets Eli, all that anger disappears. Eli, who is this weird mix of Derek and Stiles, who is mourning the loss of his only parent, his only family. He knows what it’s like to lose a parent, but even after his mom died, he always had his dad. Eli doesn’t have that so Stiles makes it his responsibility to become that figure for him. Not his dad because nobody could replace Derek, but a guardian.

He moves back to town, he bonds with Eli, and in his spare time he maybe starts to explore the possibilities of necromancy. Death in a place like Beacon Hills has never been permanent– Peter and now Allison are proof of that. He doesn’t tell anybody because he doesn’t actually plan on bringing Derek back, it’s just a thought that keeps him from falling apart entirely. During this time, he realizes not only his feelings for Derek, but Derek’s feelings for him. He wishes he could have just a few minutes with Derek, wishes he could go back in time and redo everything. Maybe he would have stayed in Beacon Hills, or he would have asked Derek to leave with him. And time travel, yeah that’s a possibility, too, but time is a fickle bitch and Stiles isn’t willing to gamble with it. What if he messes something up and erases Eli from existence?

In the end, bringing Derek back is kind of an accident.

Years have passed and Eli is healing, Stiles is healing– they even manage to fix the jeep together because symbolism. Stiles is going through some old journals or something of Deaton’s and he finds something that looks kind of promising (something about true love being the one thing more powerful than death or something equally as cheesy) and he’s reading it out loud and it just happens. No fanfare, no sparks, almost like it’s not magic at all. One second, Stiles is alone, and the next, Derek is there– older than the last time Stiles saw him, just as beautiful. There’s some panic because what the fuck, the last thing Derek remembers is the fire and being so sure he was going to die and thinking if only I could see Stiles one more time and now he’s here, standing in front of Stiles– also older than the last time Derek saw him, and just as beautiful. But after the panic, there’s some kissing and some crying and some long awaited love confessions, and by the time they go home, Stiles still isn’t sure exactly what happened, what he did, what the consequences might be, but he’s got his arm around Derek’s waist and the burn of Derek’s stubble on his lips and Derek is alive so nothing else fucking matters.

#teen wolf movie #teen wolf movie spoilers #teen wolf #sterek #i haven't written sterek in years #and yet here i am #derek hale #stiles stilinski #anti scott mccall #because i never liked him anyway #fix it #because i hear this movie needs a lot of fixing #eli hale #eli stilinski hale

[seireitonin]

Can you make Toby headcanons

I can’t believe I haven’t already done this?? He’s literally all I think about lately. Also sorry for the lack of posts life is busy. Anyway! (Some of this will be canon)

“Ticci” Toby Head Canons

Toby was in and out of the hospital all his life

CIPA will do that for you

He constantly had to lie about the bruises he got from his dad while he was in the hospital

He didn’t want to be separated from his sister in foster care

Toby got bullied and outcasted at school

But he also was a bully kinda

The violence he was experiencing at home made him violent at school

He would beat people who teased him bloody

He’s impulsive and cynical but also empathic

He would use his body as a shield against his father to protect his sister and mother

Purposely behaving bad so he would get it the worst, sparing his sister and mother

Slenderman was trying to get both Lyra and Toby to become proxies and Lyra had been experiencing the slender sickness and seeing Slenderman

So she purposely crashed the car so her and Toby would both die, but he was none the wiser

Only Lyra died and Toby has survivors guilt

Not only because he’s alive but because Lyra was a better person in his eyes

She took care of him, she was sweet, she was gentle

Toby was rough, standoff ish, and rude

Toby thinks he deserved to die, not her

Wishes he died instead of her

Slenderman only targeted Toby after that

The hallucinations getting stronger and worse

Him seeing his dead sister

Constantly feeling sick

Toby looked at all his neighbors with jealousy

Why did they get the perfect suburban life?

Why was he given a life of suffering?

Slenderman was breaking him down day after day

On top of all that the abuse didn’t stop

Slenderman was able to take his mind over easily with all that Toby was going through

Toby’s grief, anger, sadness, pain and suffering making him unable to fight off Slendermans influence

The night he killed his father he was under Slendermans control completely

Only snapping out of his trance for a few seconds before being taken over again

He didn’t really want to kill his father but his body wasn’t his

Luckily he was able to snap out of the trance before he hurt his mom

But he still burned the neighborhood down, ready to accept death

Then Slenderman took him in

When he was 19 he acted a bit like the teen he never got to be

Not super upbeat but he was more playful and free

Masky and Hoodie do care about him, just in a rough love kind of way because they didn’t want to see him die

Also he was so young, they know what it’s like to loose your life and mind to Slenderman at a fairly young age

So they trained him hard and kept reminding him that he’s disposable so be careful and not so reckless with his body

Toby’s not only good with hatchets but knives as well

Also good at hand to hand combat and dodging

Has infinite stamina and is really strong and fast

Dated Clockwork from ages 19-24

He died at 25 but was resurrected by Slenderman and became possessed fully (which is another reason why he’s so sickly pale)

Slenderman attempted to make him kill Clockwork, but luckily some of Toby was still in there and he was able to hold back from killing her

She was able to fight him off easily after that but couldn’t bring herself to kill him

But she doesn’t want to see him ever again

The one man she trusted tried to kill her and it was too much for her to handle

Toby was heartbroken for months and killed a lot of people, letting himself become a puppet for Slenderman completely

Toby came to the realization that his body was never his to own

His body belonged to the doctors when he was a kid to experiment on, the shield to protect his family, a puppet for Slenderman to use, even his Tourette’s controlled him sometimes

Toby is bi but leans towards women because women were kind to him all his life

Total horndog

He can be manipulative but honestly it’s not on purpose he’s just scared to loose people

“You shouldn’t leave. You’re all I have. My family is gone. Please. You’re the only thing I love.”

Very clingy with people he cares about

Especially because he knows he’s a lot to handle

His emotions can change very quickly

Since his mind has gotten used to Slendermans influence, his memories come back in full force

He vividly remembers everything that happened to him and will sometimes have breakdowns

The memories come at random times too

He’s full of himself and not insecure at all

Blunt, rude, will say what he wants whenever he wants with no filter but is nice to people he likes

Constantly has bloody and bruised knuckles

Smells like the woods/ outdoors and campfires

Made a promise to his sister when they were young to never be like his dad. So he’ll never hit a woman he loves

Belive she’s not meant to be loved. Everyone who’s loved him has either died or left one way or another

Wears neutral colors to blend in with the forest

Touched starved, due to not getting much gentle touch and affection in his life

Wants a normal life so bad but knows that will never happen

Wants to have kids. He wants to be the man his father never was

Hides his face gash with bandages and gauze when he goes out in public

He’s handsome and he knows it. He uses that charm to lure in/ manipulate his victims

Dark brown eyes and hair and pale pink lips

29 years old

Started dating Nina at 27

Toby is 6’0 flat

Very lanky but his back and arms are toned because of constant axe throwing and swinging

Toby is much more mature now that he’s 29 but can still joke around and stuff

Has scars all over his body not only from his father, but fighting since he was 17

He’s so full of himself and cocky especially when he’s manic

He’s an extremely jealous person and can be very possessive especially over the person he’s dating

He’s just scared to loose anyone

Hes violent as hell when it comes to killing

Very very messy because he’s impulsive and reckless and doesn’t care about getting hurt because he doesn’t feel it

Sometimes will target abusive men and will beat them to death with his fists while looking them in the eyes, smiling

Just because he was manipulated into killing at first doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it now

Because he really enjoys it

Especially when he’s angry or emotional

Still needs constant check ups and has to check for injuries on his body because he can’t feel them

Eats people on occasion. Since he chewed on his hands a lot he likes the taste of flesh

Likes fucking with his victims before he kills them sometimes. He learned that from Masky.

Has nightmares but doesn’t tell anyone about them

Doesn’t drink alcohol often because he really doesn’t wanna be like his dad

Midwestern emo

Looks like his mom. It makes him sad. He misses her.

When he’s by himself he wears grandpa sweaters and loose jeans

Nina is the only other person who can wear his clothes

Anyone else? No way.

Is close with EJ because of the constant medical checkups

Close with Jane too since Nina became friends with her

Actually can cook pretty well since he had to survive on his own a lot

His hair is mid neck and curly because he doesn’t bother to cut it

His beard is prickly and it started growing at 23

Has a bunch of piercings because he can’t feel pain (eyebrows, snakebites, tounge, septum, a bunch of ear ones) he also did it to match with Nina

His favorite food is ramen

His ADHD can make him upbeat and happy sometimes but it doesn’t last long

He likes to sit in the woods by himself sometimes and just enjoy his own company

He has quite the reputation working for Slenderman and all

Masky, Hoodie and Toby are called the triple threat

Hoodie handles ranged combat like guns. Masky is a hard hitting melee fighter, using crowbars, bats etc. Toby can do both by throwing hatches and using them in hand to hand combat. But he can also use his fists.

That’s all I got 4 now I’ll make a part 2 when I can remember more. Also this isn’t proof read sorry :3

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ticcy toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby hc #ticci toby #ticcitoby #ticci toby hcs #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #creepypasta headcanon #crp #ticci toby creepypasta #tobias rogers

[malachitebeck]

This season of Fantasy High seems to be dealing a lot with perception. The Bad Kids are perceived negatively by the Rat Grinders for some reason or another, and they seem hellbent on vindicating that. Adaine is being perceived as someone in a position of financial comfort that shouldn't be struggling to fund her own wizard classes and thus shouldn't need help where up until this last episode she really did. Riz's conversation with his mom seems to be about his perception amongst his friends; how it doesn't sit right with her that they call him "The Ball" and take advantage of his desire to succeed so much that he will often help them get work done... "Riz is the only person who can take stress tokens for someone else." Fabian is being perceived as the "Maximum Legend", party house extraordinaire and Owlbears star who is coasting along without any worries; when in actuality he is deeply lonely in his mansion by himself day in and day out, struggling to meet his needs, and clearly missing his father and fearful of what his mother's relationship with Gilear is going to mean for him.

Gorgug is literally being forced to fight against Porter because of how the man sees him; demanding for so long that he be allowed to pursue what makes him happy, but being countered by someone who perceives him a certain way, who thinks they know what's best for him. Fig... Fig is going through an entire identity crisis. Her perception of herself is in shambles and she seems to be hitting roadblocks just like Gorgug in how she wants to be seen and what she wants to try versus what the adults in her life think she should try. And then there's Kristen. Kristen is fucking going through it. In large part she's being treated the way she is because so many people seem to see her as flippant with her faith because Cassandra is her latest god in a line of many; and it feels like her self-perception is also struggling to be defined.

Baron was destined to come back this season somehow, someway, as Brennan has explained in Adventuring Party -- and Baron's whole thing is literally mirrors. The surfaces we use to perceive ourselves.

Gods can be altered due to how they are perceived. Bakur seems to outright address this; asking if Adaine was talking about Sol himself corrupting Ankarna, or his followers. Gods are bureaucratic, Gods can be standoffish to those they share domains with-- and followers, it seems, can change the course of a God's perception, can shape how they are remembered and corrupt them through denying what they are: like calling a Goddess of Conviction a Goddess of Conquest.

And if the responsibility for a God's perception can fall onto its followers? If you want to keep that God centered around rage, burning fires, horrible conquests? ...Then maybe that's why it's a bad look for one of your friends to go back out into the woods to resurrect rats after you've killed them. It can't be a conquest over helpless forest critters if someone is bringing them back, is holding to their personal convictions and showing them mercy.

Convictions don't have to be driven by greed or pride. Your convictions are your morals, are what defines you. And maybe whoever killed Lucy Frostblade didn't like what she stood for.

#I'm thinking a lot of thoughts about this show in case you couldn't tell #dimension 20 #d20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #lucy frostblade #ankarna

[fangirlingpuggle]

Very dumb BOTW AU idea with Dad Teba.

Link wakes up early from the shrine of resurrection Zelda doesn’t notice as not expecting him to wake up for good few years, Link somehow ends up at Rito village with no memories and no idea what’s happening.

Teba finds him and is like ‘Whose feral child is this?welp guess mine now’

Link spends years in Rito village until when he was actually meant to wake up.

Zelda communicating with the shrine of resurrection only to find it empty 'you must save hyrule you..Link?...Link?...WHERE IS HE? ‘

Link eventually finds out about his mission and that he is the champion

Teba: No way you can’t go fight the divine beasts that would be insane!

Saki:…

Saki:Yes! Who would be stupid enough to do that

Teba:…um

Link frees Vah Medoh and realises he has to defeat Gannon and doesn’t want his dad to get hurt again so he goes off alone…. Or he thinks alone Tulin snuck into his pack. He wanted to help.

He and Sidon have the my big sibling is the best competition, and the I’m Link biggest fan competition.  

Saki and Teba figure out their kids have gone off and so they go off after them.

Link is fighting another Divine beast

Link: Oh man I am dead

Saki in the distance: YOUNG MAN YOU ARE SO GROUNDED

Link:…

Link:OH I am actually dead

Mad Mom is much angrier than divine beasts or any of the blights

Revalink Bonus: Link gets his memories back/remembers feelings for Revali (Now that he knows more Rito customs and a better understanding realises Revali was flirting/courting him)

Teba finds out and is now trying to figure out how to give a shovel talk to someone whose already dead?

Bonus: Revali comes back and doesn’t realise link knos all the rito customs and so starts doing courting stuff and doesn’t realise Link knows what he’s doing now

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda breath of the wild #link #revalink #loz teba #loz saki #loz tulin #rito #revali #revali x link #dad teba #mom saki #au #fic prompt #loz #loz au #loz breath of the wild #loz botw

[schyzotypalmind]

Hot take regarding Heihachi Mishima and Reina.

I still find incredible the amount of mental gymnastics that male players do with justifying Heihachi Mishima and hating on Reina for no reason at all. Let me explain.

I think a lot of y´all either don´t have media literacy, critical thinking and love to justify straight up abusers.

The whole concept and take of " Heihachi been secretly the good guy because he was betrayed by Kazumi" makes me vomit. Since when a man been abusive towards his son, adopted son and grandson is justification for been "betrayed" by his wife in the past???? Like, are you insane.??

He was NEVER the good guy, like, EVER. He tortured and imprisoned his father Jinpachi Mishima, stole his conglomerate and rebuilt it as a mafia. He left his father to die and rot under Honmaru BEFORE Kazumi ever tried to kill him. Jinpachi was long gone before that. I bet you, Heihachi doing that is what triggered the gene in Kazumi. As far as we know the Hachijou´s do not kill for nothing. They get rid of threats to humanity. Kazumi was doing her job, trying to save the rest of the world before Heihachi got more powerful.

He killed her, tried to kill his son Kazuya, and when he survived he made his life a living hell. Got rid of both his grandad and mom, adopted Lee Chaolan for the sole purpose of making him a rival to Kazuya. Not letting them develop a normal healthy sibling relationship, but just making them hate each other.

Wang Jinrei (Xiao´s grandpa) knew him since he was a kid and told us in Tekken 5 that he has ALWAYS been an asshole.

He kidnapped Michelle Chang and stole her necklace relic to resurrect and control Ogre to gain power to himself.

He manipulated Jin, trained him and brought him to fight ogre like a pig before the slaughter house. And you justify this guy????? He killed his grandson too.

Just say that you love abusers, that´s it. Is infuriating.

Heihachi probably also lying to the journalist is the cherry on top.

He had zero feelings to Kazuya even as a baby "his mother was specially doted on him", no shit Sherlock, Kazumi WAS HIS MOTHER. Of course she is going to love him.

He hooked up with Lars mom (and with multiple ones) only to prove if he had or could have a devil gene too. Abandoning countles of kids that we don´t know yet, all over the world.

And the Reina situation just makes me remember Tekken 3 all over again.

I´m 100% sure he also manipulated her, she is probably a test tube baby, raised and brainwashed by him, spoiling her (she seems to know everyone on Tekken and has a lot of money) , she doesn´t have anything against him because she is a girl and we know Heihachi has a soft spot for girls. She doesn´t know the whole story, she is probably only 21 or 22, in her mind he was the perfect father and Jin and Kaz were just overreacting or were evil. He treated her right, gave everything to her, covering up his multiple crimes and abuse towards his family. So please, do not hate on her, we don´t know her side of the story but is probably going to be sad as well.

Heihachi neglected all his male sons, adopted ones and grandkid. He is not a "heartbroken man", he was an abuser. Period.

#tekken 8 #tekken #tekken memes #tekken 7 #kazuya mishima #jin kazama #reina mishima #kazumi mishima #lee chaolan #lars alexandersson

[thecelestial-art]

2 things from Fantasy High: Sophomore Year and these last few Episodes that I don’t think I’ve seen anyone mention but does feel like a big puzzle piece to me,

When telling the Bad Kids about Kalina, Ragh mentions that it was because he saw Jace StarDiamond talking to Adaine’s Mom and another invisible person (Kalina). Afterwards, Jace and Porter came and did a “healing” on Ragh, after which Ragh saw Kalina for the first time. A couple episodes later we hear about a Slyvian healer working in Fallinel being fired(?) because they were casting spells on their patients which, if I remember correctly, was implied to be how the Kalina Plague spread. So for whatever reason Jace and Porter were either intentionally or accidentally doing some light "bringing the end of the world" last year. I think that because of that, Jace most definitely can’t be trusted, especially since he’s assumed the role of Vice Principal (which I believe Goldenhoard stated as being mainly about non-academic student issues very early in S1). I’m not sure what his fucking end goal is yet but I don’t think he’s inconsequential.

Based on how Molman from the Soil Club reacted to being given the soil from where the Bad Kids found Lucy Frostblades body and how Rueban talked about Lucy and how Shitterlily seemed very protective of Oisin and keeping him out of her schemes in ep 10, I don’t think that Rat Grinders killed Lucy on purpose. Molman was kind of nerdy and quiet when we first met him, but after sniffing the infected soil became filled with rage. So maybe the Rat grinders are trying to infect Elmville with rage to possibly bring back this god OR that soil was already infected and when the Rat Grinders saw Lucy out there resurrecting rats, they were filled with an unexplained rage that wasn’t even accurate to how they were feeling and killed her. Which feels very in line with some past themes in other intrepid heroes campaigns, like losing control and hurting the people you love (Barry Battalion, Ylfa, etc).

Idfk if it’s worth anything but these two thoughts have been circling in my brain for like a few weeks.

#maybe this is important or maybe I’m grasping at straws #dimension 20 #d20 #d20 fantasy high #d20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker #the bad kids #lucy frostblade #rat grinders #ragh barkrock #kalina

[im-only-here-for-the-fandom]

Dc x Dp prompt? idea? story? whatever: Ghost Library

the ship is danny x jason (dead on main) but it could work as jazz x jason (anger management)

old dusty corners of a public library are considered some of the most liminal places that exist, they become even more liminal based on how old they are and how thin the veil(how liminal) is in the city/town it is located in.

Gotham city and Amity park happen to be extremely liminal places.

so when (insert your preferd age)-year old jason todd goes in gotham’s public library to hide from his criminal dad and drugged up mom and indulge in his love of literature, he decides to go into the furthest corner of library, a corner that the librarian never checks.

In the Amity park public library where n-year old danny fenton hid from his bullies/parents (or he was dragged there by his sister) he decides to find a book about stars and then hide in the most secluded corner of library to avoid people as much as he can.

both boys being in doubly extreme liminal spaces, as they try to leave find themselves in strange library that they have never seen before, they end up bumping into each other and become fast friends bonding over their family situations and their love for their chosen hobbies.

they wander around this strange library for unknown amount of time, hours?days?weeks? they don’t know, but as they explore and fight against sentient books, going into stories and experiencing different lives, their bond gets stonger.

until one day? a floating figure appears before them( the librarian? ghostwriter?), telling them they shouldn’t be here and sends them back to their respective libraries. the boys find out they had only been gone for an hour or so (or any amount of time you prefer).

they go back to library the next day and manage to go into the strange library again and this time they learn how to get out too. and they keep meeting up day after day after day.

until some time (years?) later jason starts going less and less, and then he suddenly stops never appearing again.

danny is devastated, and keeps going and searching in the Other library in hopes of finding jason, but after his accident he too stops going to the library.

it is only years later that a resurrected jason goes into the library to look for danny but despite looking for a long while he doesn’t find him.

its only when danny moves to gotham for college/work that they finally reunite.

could also have amnesiac!jason both are good.

please add to this i would love to see what you add

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dcxdp #dpxdc au #dead on main ship #dead on main #jason x danny #danny x jason #dc x dp fic #dc x dp #dp x dc fic #this became way longer than i anticipated #jason: starshine i missed you #danny: missed me? you left me without a word #jason: starshine i can explain #danny: well get to it #no one knows au #because danny always hid in the library he didn’t make friends with sam and tucker #he had no one to help him against bullying #or with his ghost problems #jason was his only friend #and he’s bitter that he left him #pre death jason and danny are so different from post death jason and danny #they are both stunned by the changes in each other #they both want to reconcile but they don’t know how

[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 7

Series Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Reader takes pain pills, somno if you squint, a bit of dacryphilia, shower sex, rough sex, a little bit of dom!Joel, lots of soft!Joel, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), fluff that'll make your teeth disintegrate, mentions of violence, reader's mom makes an appearance

WC: 6.3k

Dividers courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune <3

Thursday, October 21st | 2131

Groggily, you wake in Joel’s dark room, air icy from his ceiling fan.  You’re lying on your right side, heavily bandaged arm propped up on a pillow draped over your left.  You sit up slightly and open your eyes fully, trying to accustom your tired eyes to the minimal lighting in the room.  A strip of light on your left attracts you.  The LED mirror light must be on in his bathroom, and the door is shut.  You hear Joel’s footsteps pattering around the tile floor.

Now somewhat awake and equipped with better vision, you scan the room.  His computer is stashed on the nightstand opposite the one on your side of the bed—he must’ve been working while you cozied up next to him and dozed off.  You get up from the bed slowly, standing in place while your head recalibrates itself—the stars in your vision fade quickly, but your head is heavy as a rock.  Joel must’ve given you one of your pain pills.  You remember giving the orange bottle to him and telling him to put it where you can’t get to it—opioids are new to you, and you don’t want to risk dependence or nasty side effects.

You approach the door and tug lightly, the LED light blinding you momentarily.  A fuzzy, curly-haired blur of a man turns to look at you from one of the sinks.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” Joel says softly.  You’re cute – eyes squinting from the light, face flushed and patterned from your slumber.  You’re still wearing the outfit you had on when he drove you from the hospital—baggy tee, baggy cotton shorts, patterned crew socks.  He walks over to you and pulls you into a warm embrace, laying your head on his shoulder.  You mumble something in response, causing him to chuckle.

“Someone’s high, eh?” he asks in a playful timbre, pulling back slightly to look at your face.  Your gaze is foggy, pupils shrinking from the light as you look up at him.  You smirk and let out a small whine, like a child woken up from a nap.  He pulls you back in and breathes in your scent of gauze and hospital room.

“Let’s get you showered, baby,” he murmurs into your ear.  You nod and lift your arms, giving him room to pull your baggy shirt over your head.  The cool bathroom air licks at your nipples.  He pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swoop while you lean on his arms for support.  You watch him undress, the sight of his bare skin resurrecting your earlier arousal.  Poor Joel has been wanting you since you teased him in the hospital room, and you can tell when you see the half-swell of his cock poking up as his boxers fight to slip over it.

He pulls you in close again, fingertips tracing patterns on your lower back.  You pull your chest flush to his, pebbled nipples dragging on his skin.  He leans in to kiss you—it’s slow and long, sleep still draining itself from your system and Joel keen on his promise to you from the hospital room.  He’s going to make your body and mind feel good—help you start to recover from the events of yesterday.

While he was working, he watched you sleep, occasionally sneaking a hand over to stroke your temple as he recollected the events from yesterday.  When Keri called him, he didn’t answer at first because the number was foreign to him—it was her frantic, mumbled voicemail that kicked his panic into overdrive.  He called back immediately, needing to know if you were okay.

“Joel, she’s alright for now.  That nut gashed her arm pretty good.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill him, swear—,”

“He’s already dead.  Idiot tried pulling his knife on the cops that showed up.  Three bullets.  All for a fucking permanent deferral.”

“Where is she?  I need to—s-see her, be with her, where—,”

“Immanuel Hospital on 72nd and Sorensen.  Call me when you get here, I’ll bring you up.  She’s out of surgery.”

“On my way.”

Rage coursed through his belly at his reminiscence of yesterday, hands balled into trembling fists.  He cried on the way to the hospital, worried that you might not wake or that some freakish sepsis accident would threaten to take you forever.  Joel admits he doesn’t know much about medicine, and most of what he knows has been from Sarah’s Grey’s Anatomy binges.  But he knows pain and loss—a road he couldn’t bear to travel, not with you.  He had kicked himself two-fold: for letting himself get so attached so quickly, and for thinking that being attached to you like this was a bad thing.  His past threatened to cloud his future, and that wasn’t an option with you in his life.

Mind snapped to the present, he puts on the cast protector he bought for you at the store and guides you into his palatial shower, steam wrapping the walls and the hum of water relaxing you instantly.  You remember that there’s a large seating area in this giant ass bathhouse-disguised-as-a-shower.  He sits you down and moves to redirect the flow of the two showerheads, so the streams hit your feet and legs.  You lean back against the tiled wall, and he kneels in front of you.  His hair is wet, but not quite drenched, droplets cascading down his tendrils and the bridge of his curved nose.

“I’m so happy you’re alright, sweetheart… wanna make you feel good,” he coos, leaning into place soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.  You sigh and arch your chest into his mouth, craving his attention and devotion, a warm envelope you need to be sheathed in.  His mouth moves down to your breast and licks the swell before swirling his tongue up to your nipple, mouth closing over the bud softly.

There are no teeth, no lingering marks as he continues his trail down your curves—just a man selflessly (sort of) pouring his affection for you on your body, hoping to make the day after one of the worst days of your life a better one.  You card the fingers of your free hand through his wet hair as he descends to your navel, the only sounds being the steady stream of water and wet attention of his mouth echoing throughout the shower.  He reaches your mound and you let out a low, long sigh.  He spreads your thighs apart further and scoots down, hooking his forearms around your hips as he pulls you down slightly.  You’re forced to use your good arm to prop yourself up.  Now panting, you look down at him, water droplets from the condensing steam blurring your vision.

“You want this, baby?” he asks, beaming up at you from the apex of your thighs.  Is he asking if you want him to continue, or if you want him?  Either way, you nod feverishly.

“Tell me,” He pleads, licking up your inner thigh as his eyes are still locked on yours.

You whine in response.  “Need you, Joel—all of you, please,” you beg quietly.

He places a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your cunt, and you cry softly, back arching and head tilting back.  He groans into you, the sound and taste of you making his cock twitch.  His tongue swirls over your clit and he sucks lightly.  You gasp, the pressure setting your nerves ablaze.  He continues slowly, alternating between flat licks—your favorite—and soft suckles of your clit.  His tongue is strong and firm, soft and sweet all at once.  You’re moaning his name as he continues licking you, each flick of his tongue casting more sparks in the inferno that is your orgasm—one that grows quickly.  He’s moaning as he eats you out, only pulling away to tell you how good you taste, how wet you are, how much he enjoys doing this to you.  He slides two fingers through your slick and pumps them into you languidly, fully intending to drag this out until you’re screaming.

“Oh, Joel, fuckfuckfuck—feels so good,” you pant, syllables coming out as heavy breaths.  He groans into your core again, delighted to hear your feedback.  He’s so fucking turned on by the taste, smell, sound, and look of you as he gives you raw pleasure, and he reaches a hand down to stroke himself.  You notice the loss of his free hand on your thigh, his other hand still pummeling into you.  You’re close—your quick huffs and intensifying moans let Joel know, too.  Your pussy is squeezing his fingers so tightly that he has trouble pulling them back out.  The edge is near, and you frantically rut your hips against his mouth and nose as you chase your high.  Joel swears he could come right then and there, but before he can think of it further, you let out a wail and your legs spasm uncontrollably.  Your orgasm is intense, strong leg muscles clasping around his head and neck.  He’s not done, though—his tongue and fingers don’t slow until your hand is pulling his hair, coaxing him up to your mouth for a wet, messy kiss.

“Want you inside me, Joel,” you heave, looking at him with lust-blown pupils.  He doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Stand up,” he commands.  As soon as you do, his firm hands grasp your hips and rotate you so you’re facing the tile wall of the shower.  Joel presses down on your back, urging your top half down.  He rubs his hands up and down the landscape of your back, admiring the curve of your waist juxtaposed with your hips.

“Fuckin’ beautiful—tell me you’re mine,” he growls, hand fisting in your hair and pulling.  You whine roughly, the upward crane of your neck compressing your vocal cords.

“Yes, Joel, fuck—I’m yours,” you cry, turned on by his dominance.  He releases your hair and guides himself to your center, the swollen head of his cock gathering slick in your folds before slowly pressing into you.

“Shit—ah!” you cry, his cock at this angle nearly splitting you in half.  He continues digging into you, and your breath is stuck in your chest, only coming out in sparse squeaks as he expands your walls.  He grips your ass hard and spreads you open for him, salivating at the way your pussy grips and creams him.  When he finally bottoms out, your vision blanks momentarily.  Your organs feel shifted, like he’s quite literally rearranging your guts. 

“Y’alright, babygirl?  Is it too much?” he asks, a hand smoothing up and down your back as he waits for your cue to move.  Your right hand is stuck to the wall, your forehead pressed against it for support as you try to regain your breath and relax your muscles.  “Need to hear you’re alright,” he reminds you.

“Please move, Joel—oh!” the end of your sentence a response to the sudden removal of his cock.  He pushes the tip into you again, slowly, hissing as you grip him.

“Ohhhh, baby—so goddamn tight,” he groans, and with no warning, he slams into you fully.  Eyes rolling back into your head, you scream, overwhelmed by the sharp pain and pleasure of his entrance.  He continues this punishing pace—out slowly, tip in, bam.  You don’t even feel the dull ache of your arm anymore, only the delicious stretch of his cock and the painful aftershocks of his tip careening into your cervix.  Hell, you might even bleed from this, how rough this sex is, but it feels so fucking good—his ravaging your body, hands squeezing your ass and hips so tightly you’ll bruise, him spitting your name and various expletives—you don’t want it to stop.  It’s like he’s punishing you for not-quite-almost-dying, overcome by the emotions of what happened to you and seeing you broken but alive.  Like he’s making sure you are alive.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he cries, thrusts losing their mojo and growing erratic as you continue to grip and soak him.  “Baby, I’m close—need another one from you,” he pleads, hand grabbing your wrist to keep your torso up.

“Faster, Joel, please, I’m there—,” you moan.  He obliges, and five quick thrusts in, the world bleeds white and your body fades into euphoric oblivion.  Your ears are ringing, vision blank, body in overdrive from the sheer pleasure and intensity of your orgasm—you can’t hear him curse and groan as he comes inside you, breath knocking through his teeth as he spits your name.  You feel his warm chest fold over your back, feel his soft lips and tongue on your shoulder, neck, ear, and when he turns you around so he can kiss you, you finally regain your hearing.  The spray of water and your breaths are a noticeable contrast to the skin slapping and loud cries from just moments ago.  The kiss is passionate, soft, slow, like he’s trying to tell you something—you can feel how much he cares for you in the way his arms embrace you, the way his lips revere your skin.  He pulls back and looks at you with that… look.  Again.

“Seein’ you come is somethin’ else—never seen anything like that,” he admits, eyes boring into you.  You feel yourself suddenly become shy, his praise chipping down stone walls you have built inside.  He kisses your forehead.

“C’mon, lemme wash you up,” he says, leading you to one of the showerheads.  He washes your hair with some of Sarah’s shampoo that was here last time—his long fingers massage your scalp with perfect pressure and rhythm.  You might fall asleep right here, fucked-out and exhausted from the pain meds filtering through your system.  He rubs body wash over you, making sure to get all the crevices, and pulls some giggles from you in the process.  You want to wash him in return, prove you’re not totally useless with your arm wrapped up in the cast cover.  He picks up his shampoo and opens the lid, and you hold your right hand out.

“Y’sure, baby?” he asks, wet hair covering his face and eyes.  He looks so handsome like this—curls dripping on his face, chest, and neck, squinting at you so he can see.

“Let me.  Please.”  He nods and squirts soap into your palm and a little more on his scalp.  You do your best to massage his scalp with your free hand, but your arm gets tired fast.

“Sit down, Joel,” you offer.  He prods over to the seating area, giving you a full view of his cute butt.  You smack it lightly and laugh.

“Watch it, sweetheart—I ain’t got the energy to chase ya,” he warns, smirk on his face and eyes playful.  He sits, eye level at your chest.  He’s staring at you, hard.  You’re trying not to get flustered, but his intense gaze is not helping.

“Close your eyes, babe,” you command softly.  He smiles at you calling him that.

“Can’t look at my girl while she washes my hair?” he says.  My girl.  You ignore the fluttering of your heart.

“Nope, I have stage fright.  Shut ‘em,” he rolls his eyes and obliges.

You work your fingers into his scalp, noticing how entranced he is by your touch.  It’s nice—domestic, almost.  Once you’re done with his hair, you walk back over to grab his body wash and massage his shoulders, chest, and back, pulling some moans and groans from him.  Eyes still clamped shut, you lead him back to one of the shower heads and help him rinse.  You watch his muscles flex as he rinses his hair, and you wrap your arms around his midsection when he’s done.  He’s quick to return the favor, fingers gently rubbing the muscles of your shoulders and upper back.  You two stand there for a moment before he leans in to kiss you gently.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he murmurs, smoothing your wet hair back.

“Me?  I think you have me confused with yourself,” you say, surprised.  “You’re the one taking care of me.”  He scoffs.

“You don’t realize what you’re doin’ to me, darlin’—just you bein’ here is takin’ care of me,” he says, tone sounding almost afflicted.  You’re almost caught off guard by his affectionate words.  He’s doing that thing again, trying to tell you something without saying it explicitly.  His amber eyes are glowing at you.  He’s happy.  You believe him, that just being here with him is enough.

Fuck.  You clamp your lips together, making sure you don’t say something you’ll regret and kiss him instead.

“Been in here long enough, you hungry?” he says, pulling away after a bit.  You nod.

“Let’s eat and do whatever ya want—watch a movie, anything,” he offers, leaving your embrace to turn off the shower heads.

He helps dry you off and leads you downstairs.  You insisted on wearing his clothes, again, which he couldn’t complain about.  You decided on watching some Netflix, needing to distract your brain with some trash TV.  Joel makes popcorn and gives you a big glass of water as he snuggles up next to you on the leather couch, throwing a big fleece blanket over both of you.  The couch is fancy, of course—it’s a three-part sectional, and each section can recline almost completely horizontal.  He lets you scroll through Netflix aimlessly for a few minutes before snatching the remote from you.

“Hey!  I was just getting to the good stuff,” you complain playfully.  He tsks at you.

“Takin’ too long, pretty girl—when Sarah does this, I know we’re about to watch somethin’ cringy,” he says, finally picking NCIS.  He’s never watched this before.

“Season 8, Joel,” you direct him.  You’ve seen most of these episodes at least twice.  He picks a random episode and leans forward to put the remote on the coffee table in front of your feet before sinking back into the couch with you.  The theme song starts playing and you immediately bob your head from side to side—it’s so catchy, you probably do it every time it plays.  Joel looks down at you and laughs.

“Take it you’re a dancer, then?” he asks.

“Depends on the type of dancing.  Not a square dancer, that’s for sure,” you say with a playful snub, knowing already that that’s the only dancing Joel does.  He feigns offense, mouth dropping open.

“That’ll change, baby – I can guarantee you that,” he says with a smirk.

“Fine, but then you have to go to a club with me—only fair,” you challenge him, shrugging matter-of-factly.  He raises his eyebrows at you, expression saying this girl is losing her shit.

“They have an age limit, darlin’,” he lies, one side of his mouth stuck in a half-smile.  You smack his arm playfully.

“They’d only know how old you are if you showed them your ID,” you remind him.  He scoffs and points to his greying curls.  “They’d see these and know immediately.”

“What, your hair or your perpetual scowl?” you tease, finger rubbing the wrinkles in his forehead.  He emits a loud, guttural laugh and grabs your hand, giving it a quick kiss before he releases it.

“Fuckin’ comedian over here, god damn,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head.  “Eat your damn popcorn before I shove it in your mouth,” he warns jokingly.  You’re in a goofy mood.

“Shove what in my mouth, Joel?” you tease, eyes glued to the TV.  His breath hitches for a moment and you see him lean toward you in your peripheral vision.  His lips rustle the hair by your ear, making you shiver.

“Don’t get me started, baby—you know how much I love your pretty mouth,” he rasps in your ear, Southern accent laced with a lusty warning.  Your core tingles and your face heats up.  You’re not exactly sure what it is about him that does this to you, but you’d let him have his way with you anywhere, anytime.  He kisses your temple and pulls you into him as the episode continues.  He sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs your back, the warmth and comfort lulling you to sleep.

Friday, October 22nd | 0643

The sound of skin sliding on leather pulls you from slumber.  You’re on Joel’s couch, snuggling into his warm chest.  He must’ve turned over on the couch, causing the noise—his shirt has ridden up just enough for you to see his happy trail cascading into his boxers.  The couch is reclined all the way down, forming a makeshift bed in his living room.  You must’ve fallen asleep, and you bet Joel was too tired to carry you up to his room—there was no way he was going to try and wake you.  You tighten your grip on him and take in his scent—cotton, sandalwood, spice.  His body wash mixed with clean laundry.  You could lie here forever, but he’s a light sleeper and notices you’re awake.

“S’early, baby—go back to sleep,” he says, eyes still shut and voice grumbly from sleep.  You giggle softly.

“What are you, Father Time?  You haven’t even opened your eyes yet,” you tease.  He chuckles and pulls you on top of him, your head still tucked into the nook of his neck.  His warm hands slide under your shirt and scan your back softly.

“Don’t need to, I know it’s before 7,” he murmurs.  His sleep-soaked voice is enough to arouse you right now—raspy, deep, sexy.  You’re tired, though, and your arm aches.  You roll off him and sit up, wincing audibly at the throbbing of your arm.

“Need medicine?” he asks you, leaning over to put his head in your lap.  You smooth a hand through his stubble and admire him, sleepy eyes struggling to peek at you.  Soft morning light outlines his cheekbones, nose, and chin.  He’s quick to tell you how beautiful you are, but he’s a stunner in his own right.  You brush some stray curls from his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb.  A soft mmm escapes his throat as he leans his head into your touch.

“Don’t wanna get up,” you whisper, still staring at him.  Finally, he opens his eyes and deep chocolate stares back at you.  His gaze is longing, tired, happy.

“Kiss me,” he pleads softly, placing a warm hand over yours, still busy caressing his face.  You oblige and lean down to press your lips softly to his.  Neither of you try to deepen it just yet—you’re both cherishing these softer, more domestic moments between the two of you.  Your lips are communicating what your words can’t just yet—but you both understand.  After a while, your arm starts bothering you again, prickles of pain dancing up your arm to your shoulder.  You pull away and start massaging your shoulder with your free hand.

“Yeah, y’need your medicine, baby.  Hang tight,” he says, rolling off your lap and standing up from the couch.  Your soft kisses clearly drove him crazy—there’s a tent in his boxers.  He catches you staring at it and smirks at you.

“Once you’re feelin’ better, it’s all yours,” he says with a tired wink.  Fuck.  You already know you’re wet and ready for him.  This man is so good to you in all ways, you can’t tell if your arousal is from seeing him turned on, or from the way he cares for you.

He grabs the now-empty glass of water from the coffee table and pads into the kitchen to retrieve your pills from their hiding spot.  He comes back, glass full and half a pill in hand.  You pop the pill onto the back of your tongue and chug until the glass is half empty.

“Good girl,” Joel praises as he watches you.  His words make you choke a bit and you sputter, some water spilling out of your mouth.  He laughs and leans in, kissing the drops of water leaking down your chin and neck.  He continues kissing down your neck, pulling your collar down so his lips and teeth can graze your collarbone and top of your chest.  Your body responds quickly, breaths quickening and pussy throbbing.

“Darlin’, I don’t know if I can wait.  I want you,” he says, pulling back to look in your eyes.  He looks fucking wrecked again.

“Fuck me, Joel,” you plead, staring back at him.  His eyes widen slightly, then flash with mischief and lust.

Suddenly, your sweats and panties are gone in one swoop, tossed into a pile on the floor with his boxers.  He’s slotted between your legs, tongue licking into your mouth ravenously.  He pulls back and rubs the head of his cock on your clit, watching your slick coat him with a moan.

“Fuck, baby— ‘s’all this for me?” he groans.

“Yes—all of it.  Need you, Joel,” you whine impatiently, craving him inside you.  Your clit is on fire from his teasing and you’re dripping for him.

“Okay, okay.  I got you, angel,” he soothes.  He pulls your shirt up over your breasts, leaning down to suck one of your needy nipples into his mouth.  You gasp at the sensation.  It’s not enough, though—you need him to fill you up.  Now.  You reach down with your good hand and tug on his curls, pulling his mouth up to yours.  He moans as your lips mesh with his and he lines his cock up at your entrance.  He pulls back to watch where your bodies meet and groans as he slowly enters you.

You gasp again at the stretch, still not used to his size and girth.  Your eyes attempt to squeeze shut, but you remember how much he likes seeing your eyes and try your best to keep them open.  Salty tears sting as they well up in your eyes.

“Good girl, baby, shit—I love those beautiful eyes,” he croons.  He fills you to the hilt and pauses, feeling your pussy contract around him.  His neck is flushed, veins popping out—he’s trying so hard not to let go and just fuck you senseless.  You want him to, though.  You reach up and touch his cheek.  He looks down at you, surprised.

“Take what you want, Joel,” you tell him.  He turns his head to kiss your palm.

“Not yet.  Need you to come for me first,” he says, slowly pulling out of you, eyes still locked on yours.  He presses himself flush to you and cradles your head in his hands.  Your fingernails are glued to his broad, strong back, digging half-moons into his skin.  He starts a quick and hard rhythm of thrusting in and out of you, pulling deep moans from you every time he bottoms out.  The pressure and stretching are so intense, it feels like your body is incapable doing anything except gripping Joel’s back muscles, staring into his amber eyes, and taking his hard thrusts.  Your chest and stomach tighten, breaths escaping at quick intervals.  You’re at a point now where you can’t make much else noise—the pleasure is stealing the air from your lungs.  You’re close.  He knows it—but needs to hear it from you.

“Tell me, darlin’—tell me how it feels,” he urges, eyes squeezing shut as you clamp down on him.

“Feels so good, Joel,” you finally huff.  He growls and slots his lips onto yours, sucking on your bottom lip as he pulls back.

“Perfect as fuck,” he curses, trying to maintain rhythm.  You’re squeezing him so tight and you’re so wet, he won’t last much longer.  He licks his fingertips and reaches down to rub your clit in circles that correspond with the timing of his thrusts.

“Oh, god!” you cry out, shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your body.

“C’mon, baby—come for me,” he pleads, watching your facial expressions as you approach orgasm.  He swipes his fingers around your clit a few more times and your world shatters.  Your vision fades to black as you climax.  He continues to fuck you through it, slowing his pace as he praises you.  That’s it, baby girl.  Fuck, you’re beautiful.  Best pussy ever.  You’re so fucked out, you don’t even register when he cries out your name and latches his mouth on one of your nipples as he empties himself inside you.  He lies his head on your chest and rests on you for a moment before pulling out of you and standing up to throw his boxers back on.  You grunt at the loss.

“Shit… can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you,” he says, panting and staring down at you as he pushes some stray curls off his sweaty forehead.  Your breasts are still exposed, nipples taut from the cool air.  Red marks from his mouth dot your chest, droplets of sweat gathered in the middle.  His eyes swipe down your figure and continue their admiration.  Your mound is covered in short stubble—you haven’t shaved in a while, with everything going on.  Joel looks forward to it scraping his face the next time he tastes you.  You’re watching him stare, a smirk creeping on your face.

“Take a picture,” you offer, winking at him.  His eyes widen and he chuckles, shaking his head.  “I’d never be able to stop lookin’ at it—might get me fired.”

“Well, the offer still stands.  Expiration date is never,” you say with a sly smile.  His eyes rake over your body once more and he whistles before going into the kitchen to find a towel to clean you up.  You pull your phone up from the coffee table and check the time.  0716.  Still early.

“D’y’want coffee, darlin’?  Or d’y’wanna go back to sleep?” he asks as he wipes up your thighs.  You shrug.  It’s not like you have anything pressing to do today.  He walks back into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee.  You stand up slowly and put your panties and sweats back on, stretching once you’re fully clothed again.  Joel calls out to you from the kitchen.

“Got ya somethin’,” he says.  You make your way to him, yawning and rubbing your eyes.  You look on the counter and see a stainless steel frother, humming softly as it spins around some half and half.  You smile and pull Joel into a hug, kissing his neck as you embrace.

“Thank you—you’re so thoughtful,” you whisper.  His hands rub your back, and he turns his head to kiss you chastely.

“Anything for my girl,” he whispers back, soft brown eyes flicking between yours.  His eyes are so emotive—he’s always telling you so many things simultaneously.  Even though it’s been a short time since you’ve known him, you know that he does love you.  He wouldn’t ever need to say it out loud—the eyes would always let you know.  He kisses you again before releasing you from his embrace.

“So… coffee and sleep.  That’s what I choose,” you tell him as you get mugs out for both of you from the cabinet.  He laughs softly and takes a seat at the kitchen table.  “Sounds good t’me—gotta do some work later, but I got all day for that.  Y’want me to arrange have your car brought here?  I know y’can’t drive yet, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped… Y’got the garage code and can come and go whenever you need to, darlin’,” he says, watching you bring the mugs over to the table.  He looks apprehensive, worried—like part of him thinks he’s suffocating you.  You frown at him as you set them down.

“I’m in no hurry to be anywhere, Joel, but you can have it brought here.  I really appreciate you taking care of me, seriously,” you say as you sit down across from him, reaching to embrace his forearm in a reassuring manner.  “I don’t plan on driving until I’m done with these pain meds, anyway—my first psych appointment isn’t until next week.”  He nods and reaches for his mug, eyes never leaving you as he takes a sip.  He sets his mug down and laces his fingers with yours, eyes still blazing into yours.

“Just wanna make sure y’got everything y’need, baby,” he says softly.  He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it tenderly.  His phone rings from the other side of the kitchen, interrupting your sweet moment.  He apologizes and releases your hand as he stands to go find his phone.  He picks it up and stares at the caller ID.

“Sarah,” he mouths, showing you the screen.  You nod.  He walks into the living room and answers with a “Hi, sweetheart.”  You grin at his greeting.  He’s a sweet man who loves his daughter—and you, clearly, given the fact that he also greets you the same way.  They chat for a bit, and it reminds you to check your phone for any notifications.  Your mom has called about a dozen times.  Fuck.  She’s probably listed as your emergency contact, so no doubt the hospital called her after the incident.  You decide it’s probably best to call her back and let her know you’re okay.  She picks up after the first ring.

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” she exasperates, voice clearly panicked.

“Hey, Mom.  Yeah, I’m good.  Crazy donor came back to get his vengeance,” you say with a sarcastic tone.  To your surprise, she laughs.

“I hear you got some stitches—are you alright?  Is anyone helping take care of you?  I can drive down and h—,” she stammers quickly.  You interrupt in a calm voice.

“I’m okay, Mom, really.  I had fourteen stitches and yes, I am being well taken care of,” you promise her, choosing your words carefully and peering over to Joel.  She’s going to ask anyway.

“By whom?  Anybody from work?”  You swallow nervously and prepare to tell her the truth.  Wait, why am I scared?  I’m an adult—she can’t do anything.

“No, actually… I sort of have a boyfriend, and he’s been taking care of me,” you reply, voice slightly hesitant.  The line is quiet for a few seconds.

“Oh—boyfriend?  I had no idea.  Hopefully he’s a nice young man,” she says.  You smirk.  Young man.  She’ll find out eventually.

“It’s fairly new, but yes—he is awesome.  Met him at work.  He has a contracting business here in Omaha,” you add, careful not to add too much information.

“Wow—successful, then.  Hopefully you bring him out here to meet everyone,” she says, clearly surprised.  You feel your cheeks turning hot at the prospect of Joel meeting your crazy family.

“Yep.  He’s going to come with me to visit Grandma at the beginning of November.”

“Ah, good.  So, you have dates?  I’ll let your aunt and the hospice home know in advance.  Do you know where you are staying?”

“November 1st through the 8th, I believe.  And no—not yet.  Might just find an Airbnb out there,” you add cautiously.  You don’t want to stay with her—she’d probably make you and Joel sleep in separate rooms.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here or at Grandma’s—I’m sure the place needs some tidying up, but nobody is there now.  I go out each week to make sure everything is in order,” she says.  That’s not a bad idea.  Your grandma has a nicely sized farmhouse.  The animals have long been gone since your grandpa passed, but the scenery is gorgeous.  And—you and Joel would have the house to yourself.

“Maybe we’ll do that.  Joel can probably fix up some things around the house, too,” you offer, realizing after the fact that you shared his name with your mom.

“That would be lovely, and your grandmother would appreciate that.  The house will have to be put up for sale at some point, I would assume,” she says.  You see Joel come back into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye.  You turn and look at him, and he gives a questioning thumbs up and raises his eyebrows at you.  You close your eyes and give him a quick close-lipped grin and nod.

“Sounds good.  Well, I gotta get going, but I’ll see you soon,” you tell her lightheartedly, hoping you don’t sound eager to get off the phone with her.

“Okay, dear.  You let me know how you’re recovering, alright?  I worry,” she adds, tone stern but caring.

“I will.  Bye, Mom,” you say, hanging up after she parrots her goodbye to you.  Joel comes over to the table and starts rubbing your shoulders as you set your phone down.

“Sounds like a civil conversation,” he croons, leaning down by your earlobe.  His velvety voice tickles your eardrum and sends goosebumps down your neck and arm.  He kisses the soft skin anterior to your tragus and continues working his mouth down your jawline and neck.  You moan softly and reach up to grip his hair.  He growls at your noise and touch.

“Hmm… reckon we’re teenagers, eh?” he says into your ear, deep voice muddled with lust.  “Can’t go two fuckin’ seconds without you makin’ me hard as a rock, sweetheart.”  He sucks your earlobe into his mouth with a quiet moan, and your stomach drops with excitement.  He stops kissing you abruptly and stands up straight, adjusting himself in his boxers.  You turn and look at him inquisitively, raising one eyebrow.  He grins—he loves that he does this to you, makes you squirm and lust for him just like he does for you.

“Soon, baby.  Y’need to get some rest.  Sarah is coming up tomorrow ‘n’ I want you to meet her.”  Your stomach flips.  You’re not nervous that she won’t like you or that you won’t have much in common, but this is a big step in your relationship with Joel.  You puff out a deep breath.

“I’m in no condition for visitors, I’m afraid,” you say sarcastically, lifting your bandaged arm.  He spits out a laugh.

“I’ll make sure you’re in tip-top shape, baby girl.  Promise,” he says with a wink.  Yeah… you believe him.

Taglist: @burntheedges, @syd-djarin, @anoverwhelmingdin <3

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #centrifugation #pedro pascal fandom

[operationslipperypuppet]

Naddpod Carnegie based on what I can remember, post-show euphoria comedown. (That’s more for me so I can remember it later)

The music was played by a quintet, and the director was Emily’s brother, Brian. They were incredible.

Music started early and people talked through a lot of it but it was all incredible. When they played Kingshammer, everyone lost their shit after one note. When they finished we freaked out. We were correct to do this.

The whole two crew was dressed up and looked so great! Murph’s jacket was bedazzled.

The band stayed on stage for the show and played music under moments of it as it happened.

We started with the Boobs. They were nominated for the hit awards show, the Batubies, 5 years after the fall of Thiala. Bev was wearing a too-tight bow tie and grew a bad mustache. Hardwons outfit matched what Jake was wearing. Moonshine wild shaped just her torso into a penguin (still with huge boobs). Paw Paw was covered in hair gel and grew a perfect mustache. They were all gunning for pawpaw to win, and the photographers only wanted to photograph him.

Balnor was the host. He was possessed by a joke book, dungeons and laughies. He had veneers and Hardwon and Moonshine wanted some as well. Hardwon filed his teeth down to prepare, Moonsshine opted to wait for a dentist. The boobs HATED Balnor’s jokes. He hissed at them when they tried to take his book. Moonshine admitted to maybe being attracted to hissing Balnor.

The awards show started with an in memoriam to certain villains they’d killed. They were described: Josh - thrown out a window by Moonshine, The Crag - beheaded by Bev after a beheading song/dance (I do not remember lol), Galad - beheaded by Hardwon and then resurrected and beheaded by hardwons mom (jake blows kiss to Lydia), The Bear Prince - killed by Moonshine then brought back as a zombie so he could be killed by Hardwon, who was trapped in honey the whole fight, Thiala - eaten by Moonshine.

Awards were as follows: A best dramatic acting - they played clips from the actual pod; Hardwon finding out about his parents, Bev trying to resurrect Erlin when Thiala killed Pelor, Moonshine’s “child has a duty to his father, hero has a duty to the world”, and Donkey Kong’s recap of the wars - DK won. The audience was confused. Moonshine and Hardwon were angry because “that wasn’t canon”. DK sent in a video acceptance speech. Pendergreens won best redemption arc and gave a speech about how good Bowflexes are, and then Ren won a free bow flex. Coach Bortram won best smite, murph thought he remembered his voice. He did not

Best hero was the boobs rescinding their nominations so Paw Paw could win. Balnor, possessed, gave it to Galad, resurrecting him. Paw Paw was the only one to escape a restraining spell, and fled the theater, chosen knights in hot pursuit. The Boobs were annoyed with Balnor and when he died onstage were called out by Cobb and MeeMaw for being mean. It was nice to have Cobb.

Outside, he found the Triplets and Keychain, who were arguing with the astral worm bouncer because they weren’t on the list and Onyx dressed as one of the “Stranger Kids” cast to try to get in. (Murph still DMing, Caldwell as Keychain.) They wanted to kill Paw Paw (thought he was a weird dog) and were ready to fight the Chosen over it. Paw Paw rolled a nat 20 initiative, and ran again. Nyack killed 2 knights, Onyx killed 3 others. They got VIP passes and headed inside the theater, Onyx hitting on the astral worm along the way.

Paw Paw then found the Third Mates in a bar. Zirk drank windex, poisoned himself, and Fia and Hank also drank Windex. They talked about having Windex visions and seeing Windex Goblins. Paw Paw was familiar with the ladder. Bukvar could talk to Paw Paw and translated his distress to the Third Mates. He also asked why they drank Windex. Murph said that the bartender said “this only really sounds like one of you” and looked past zirk, very clearly calling out human man Caldwell. It was beautiful. They were ready to act, healed from poison by Paw Paw giving them water. Balnors evil book attacked, and Hank and Shank took it out in one turn, doing over 100 damage with an action surge. Murph was pleasantly shocked. Fia was able to use the disenchanted book to learn the spell to free everyone in the theater They then followed Paw Paw back to the theater.

Inside, everyone discovered that the Boobs had been kidnapped by Galad, who intended to use their blood to bring back Thiala. The only witnesses to this were our beloved Duck Team, who did not get restrained but didn’t help because they were busy playing smash on a DS.

Balnor, back alive, asked everyone to come help. There was some discussion over whether the triplets would go.

He took all the heroes in the Stormborn to the mountains of Irondeep. The triplets took over the captains quarters and claimed they already had rewards accounts. They tried to order chicken caesar salads from Calder, who could only find lettuce. Hank was steering, worried about gunk in the wheel. Fia was warming up the canons, Callie was in the crows nest. Sol was in the sails, Zirk got stuck in the engine. It was glorious.

Once in irondeep, they found Galad looming over the tied up boobs, stealing Rosaline back. They rolled initiative based on the highest dex of any of their characters and could choose one to take a turn as. It was dope as hell. Order was Galad, Jake, Emily, Caldwell.

Galad used his first turn to kill Jens. Turned him to dust. Murph demanded a sad song play for his death, and he got Valiant Ol’ Cobb. (Beautiful orchestration. Un fucking earned). The remaining triplets then explained his best moments to Balnor, including asking Keychain if he was a blender and watching Friends with headphones but the subs on so others could read it. Nyack shot at Galad. Onyx smacked the shit out of Galad (with the help of a chronal shift). Galad used legendaries to hit and then power word kill Nyack. Nyack blamed Calder due to the fact he didn’t have chicken on his salad. The familiars freed the boobs. Zirk helped Bev use a “blue smite” (Windex reference) on Galad. Galad attacked and crit on Onyx. Hardwon smacked the shit out of Galad and killed him once again.

Paw Paw was then given the divine power Galad had and Murph said the audience could decide if he resurrected Nyack and Jens. It was a split vote. In the end, only Nyack was resurrected.

We then ended the show with a One Big Bed singalong. It was so wonderful and sweet and perfect.

All in all, it was a great fucking show. What an absolute gift. Here’s to 5 more years.

#naddpod #sorry for main tagging this but people might want to see it?? I did the read more for a reason. this long as hell. #naddpod Carnegie

[inbarfink]

The deaths of all the Finch kids are really so unbearably tragic. It really speaks to the quality of the writing and storytelling in ‘What Remains’. They’re written as so vivid and human and real, but also so many of them died so young. They were children, it’s so much harder for me to do the whole ‘well, let’s appreciate the life they did have’ thing when the majority of them didn’t even have a chance to become the people they could have become. And yet the image of who they could’ve been if they survived is so vivid in my mind. 

Edith had that line about how she always imagined Molly as a girl she could be good friends with. Obviously if she didn’t die back in 1947 they wouldn’t really be at the same age group, but she’d be one hell of a Cool Aunt. I can only imagine her Weird Girl tendencies would’ve only grown stronger and stronger with age. Considering her fascination with animals, maybe she would’ve gone to study Zoology or Biology when she grew older? And since she was dissecting a sea star just before her canon death…

Sadly, I’m not sure if Barbara would’ve been able to resurrect her acting career. But there’s some subtle hints in her room that in reality she was more willing to move past it compared to her fictionalized version in that horror comic (which can’t be easy when you live in a room your dad themed entirely around your child-star years THANKS SVEN). That ‘horror convention’ seems to be an invention of the comic, Barbara’s actual room has a flier for a ‘Witch’s Ball’ at Orcas Island High School and a dress ready for it. 

Barbara Finch didn’t actually spend her last day on earth hopelessly trying to revive her dead career, she was hoping to have a fun Halloween party like a regular teenager. Maybe the fact that it was hosted by the Orcas Island High School Drama Club implies she still had an interest in acting and theatre. Maybe she could’ve ended up as a classically trained actress with the child-stardom as just a fun quirk of her past? Or maybe she just wanted to take part in the Witches Ball because she likes Spooky Things? And she could have found her way back into the Horror Scene in a different way, like being a writer or costume designer or something?

Maybe Calvin could’ve become an Astronaut like he always wanted? But I think Calvin might’ve been more enthralled with the fantasy of science fiction than the reality of space travel. I’m thinking a lot about how Sam described Clavin in Gregory’s memoriam as ‘lost in his imagination’. Maybe he could’ve become a science fiction writer or something?

Walter didn’t technically die young, but he still certainly lost most of his years to the Curse. Like, a big thing about the tragedy of Walter to me is realizing his original childhood bedroom was themed after “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” and trains. 

Lil’ Walter did have an interest in adventure and travel, before his fears took it all away from him. If it wasn’t for the Curse, Walter could’ve actually something with it. Maybe he could’ve traveled around a bit and written about his experiences.

Lewis would’ve probably gone into game design. It’s not just how his fantasies manifest to us the players, but you can actually find books about game design and coding in his room. It seems that the problem was that his crappy job and his depression took away any opportunity he might have had to actually pursue this idea. Maybe if Milton never left, these three Finch siblings could’ve combined their creative skills together to make like, a very cool artsy game.

Speaking of which… man, Edith’s death stings the most because we got to know her far better than anyone else. And it’s not even the fact that she never got to share her all of her thoughts and creativity with the wider world that makes me the saddest. Getting to the end of the game and hearing just how much she was looking forwards to be with her son - even with all the hardships of being a teen mom, she was really looking forwards to it. To meet him, to share her stories with him. But instead, that worn old diary is the only connection between them...

And that’s like… part of what’s so great about WRoEF’s use of its own format. Like, the faux-interactive linearity of the Narrative Exploration/‘Walking Simulator’ is so perfect for selling this tragedy. The way each Death Flashback only moves forwards based on the actions of the Player, but it always moves on the same unchanging doomed path - really highlights both how stupidly preventable so many of these deaths feel and really make the Player wish there was a way to change them. After all, all they need is for Calvin to not swing so hard, for Gregory’s faucet to not turn back on, for Walter to not stand directly on those train tracks and everything would’ve been fine. But at the same time it’s so, so clear to the Player that this is an impossible wish. There is no other way these sequences can go - these deaths have already been written. The most you can you is linger, all you can do is delay the inevitable. 

But it hurts.

#what remains of edith finch #edith finch #wroef #molly finch #barbara finch #calvin finch #walter finch #lewis finch

[kit-walk3r]

I’m Not Me (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader)

Kyle opens up to you about his insecurities with his new body.

Warnings: sort of body dysmorphia, brief mentions of sexual abuse by a parent

Note: can be read as a companion to Together Not Forever and it’s alternate ending or separately. I always wondered how Kyle would actually feel about being made up of his dead friends’ body parts and was inspired by the scene where he finds the tattoos on his body.

Ever since the two of you had reunited you and Kyle were on the path of getting to know each other again. Kyle’s memory was still a little shaky, he had trouble remembering certain things and he would often get frustrated if he couldn’t recall something from your past. You were still trying to get used to this new version of Kyle, who was a little more tense and easily frustrated than he was prior to his death. Basically, the two of you were trying to move past the differences and reach a new sense of normality, but new issues would keep arising.

Prior to the bus crash you and Kyle were frequently intimate with each other. It took a while for the two of you to reach that point (due to his issues with his mother) but once you did it was a very passionate relationship. But since the two of you were reunited? Not so much.

It wasn’t necessarily an issue for you, you had Kyle back and that was the biggest blessing of them all, but a part of you did miss the warmth and the love and the passion you often felt when the two of you were together.

You and Kyle had been getting closer, however. Physically. At first it was just a reconnection of memories, the two of you would sit together and talk for hours, going over all the tiniest details of your relationship to properly refresh Kyle’s memory. It took a while for you to just kiss again, you not wanting to push Kyle further than needed and Kyle also fearing overstepping. But once you shared your first kiss since Kyle’s resurrection the two of you were soon finding it difficult to stop.

One afternoon you were attempting to help Kyle with his reading (since he still struggled with it) and that difficulty was soon apparent but the book he was studying was discarded and the two of you were back to being attached at the mouth yet again. You kissed Kyle heatedly, and from the intensity in which Kyle was responding you presumed that he was ready to take things a little further.

Your hand gripped the hem of Kyle’s black sweater and you tugged, gesturing that you wanted him to take it off. However, instead of pulling it off over his head like he had done many times in the past he pulled back from you and turned his body away.

Your face mirrored confusion at Kyle’s actions, wondering what had happened for Kyle to be distant again. You thought things were going well, he was just as passionate as you were moments ago.

Then you realised.

His mom.

Zoe had told you about how she had taken Kyle back to his mom when he was first revived and that something happened there and he bludgeoned her to death. Zoe didn’t know what happened, but you had a pretty good idea and it made you feel sick. You knew all about Kyle’s mom and the abuse she liked to inflict on her son, and you could only imagine what she had done to Kyle to make him react so violently.

Your hands shot back away from Kyle as if you were burned and your eyes widened. “Kyle, I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologised, feeling guilty. You knew what Kyle went through with his mom and you still tried to push things forward without discussing it with him first. You felt awful. “Your mom… I forgot… I’m so sorry.”

Kyle reached out and grasped your hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back of them to try and soothe you. “Y/N, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s not you, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he paused for a moment. “And it’s not her.”

You felt yourself relax in Kyle’s grip. “What do you mean?” You asked softly. “Are you okay?”

No response.

“Kyle?”

Kyle let out a shaky breath. “I’m not… me,” he finally said.

Confusion filled you. “What do you mean?”

“My body,” Kyle looked down at himself. “I’m not me.”

You were still confused. You didn’t know much about Kyle’s resurrection. You’d seen the scars around his neck, you knew that he was sewn back together, but that was the extent of your knowledge. Zoe didn’t say much about the process, but honestly you never asked. The idea of witchcraft was new to you and still creeped you out, and you hated the idea of your boyfriend being dead and in pieces. You’d rather not think about that part.

It was as if Kyle could sense your confusion, because he continued to speak. “I’m a mess. A mash-up of different parts. I’m not how you remember me.” To prove it, Kyle rolled up his sweater sleeve to reveal a small four leaf clover tattoo on the inside of his forearm.

You felt sick as the realisation of what Kyle meant by ‘I’m not me’ dawned on you. Kyle had no tattoos, you knew this. Yet there one was, clear as day against the pale skin. And you recognised that tattoo. You’d been there when he’d got it, having tagged along on their little trip to the tattoo parlour at Kyle’s invitation. That wasn’t Kyle’s arm. That was his frat brother’s arm.

“Oh my god,” you couldn’t help the tiny gasp and Kyle quickly pulled his sleeve back down at the noise.

Kyle sniffled and you looked up to see his dark eyes filled with tears. “I’m them,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

Your sickness was replaced with anger. When they stitched Kyle back together they didn’t even use his true body. That was sick, disgusting. It was as if they were trying to build him into something better. Kyle was perfect the way he was, he didn’t need bigger biceps or a more muscular chest or to even be taller. It disheartened you that those girls who remade him thought he needed the physical change. There was nothing wrong with him, he didn’t need ‘improving’.

“I’m not me anymore,” Kyle continued. “They changed me. When they put me back together they didn’t use me, they used them,” he pulled up one of the legs of his jeans to reveal the black markings of a Chinese symbol. In your head you could hear the laughter as Kyle mocked the tattoo and his friend and your own eyes began to water at the memory of Kyle’s boyish smile and carefree laughter. “I’m not Kyle anymore. I’m really sorry.”

Your heart broke. Not at Kyle’s different body, but at how much he was hurting. He was apologising for something way beyond his control and was really tearing himself up over it. Did he really think you cared that much about his body?

“I don’t care what you look like, Kyle,” you tried to reassure him, but Kyle just shook his head.

“I’m not me. I’m not your Kyle,” he sniffled. Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“You are my Kyle,” you insisted, reaching out to cup his cheek and wipe the tears away gently with your thumb. “You’re my Kyle and I love you. I don’t care what you look like, what your body looks like. You are you. And you’re perfect,” you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Kyle smiled at you through his tears. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smiled back. “I love you,” you reciprocated.

Kyle looked down at the bed before looking back up at you. “Can we just lay here for a while?” He asked almost sheepishly.

You nodded and Kyle pressed a kiss to your cheek before laying back on the bed. You copied him and laid down too, tucking yourself into Kyle’s side and resting your head on his chest. Kyle’s arm wrapped itself around you protectively and he nudged you even closer to him, wanting there to be zero distance between the two of you. He wanted to lay like this forever, and so did you. Just the two of you tucked away in your own little bubble, away from the dramas of the world.

“You’ll always be my Kyle.”

•———•

There was so much potential in Kyle that never got explored in Coven so I love writing about it. I really wish we got to see his reactions and attempts to come to terms with what happened to him but since we didn’t I hope this was an okay substitute! Thanks for reading 💗 (also only just discovered that Kyle cries “what am I?” to Zoe when she comes to him in the greenhouse 🙃)

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So, we all know that Billy’s and Max’s deaths are almost identical parallels of each other.

The color blue, Lucas and Max’s reactions (her calling Billy’s name while he is being killed by the mind Flayer while Lucas is calling hers when seeing her limbs break)

This is obviously a nod to Max’s favorite song, running up that hill, specifically the line “if I only could, I would make a deal with god and I’d get him to swap our places.”, but I think these similarities could have an even greater significance plot-wise. Especially if we think about Max’s arc in season 5.

But how?

First of all, we know that before dying Billy manages to break free from the mindFlayer (and Vecna’s) control thanks to El, coming back to himself for the short amount of time that is used by him to make the decision to sacrifice himself and say “I’m sorry” to max as his last words. Many thought that him coming back to his senses in his last moments would mean that he was no longer connected to Vecna or The MindFlayer (therefore his mind dying alongside his body) but how could that be, when the same thing happened to Max?

In the first scene, before being saved by El (once again, another parallel between Max and Billy), Vecna is sucking her consciousness inside his mind, so that she becomes a part of him.

But then he is interrupted. By El. Who manages to interfere with his plans by driving him away from max. Sounds familiar?

She does the same thing with Billy, snatching him from vecna by reminding him of his mom.

Now, let’s come back to Max for a minute.

“Lucas I can’t feel or see anything… I’m scared… I’m so scared… I don’t wanna die, I’m not ready. I don’t wanna go please I don’t wanna go.”

Max is saying all of this AFTER Vecna managed to take her soul/consciousness. She is dying, just like Billy. And yet she is still aware of who Lucas is, just as Billy was aware of who Max was (once again, “I’m sorry”) right before exhaling his last breath.

Then, after this brief amount of time, Max dies. Then she is resurrected by El, but her mind is gone, as we saw. She is nowhere to be found.

And I think the same happened to Billy’s mind when he died. Vecna managed to take them both, and yet… there is a great difference between The Cali siblings and all his other victims. Which is this:

No other vecna victim was conscious right before dying. Patrick, Chrissy, Fred and Heather had never an Eleven who could help them break free from Vecna’s control.

That makes Billy and Max unfinished jobs. And that means that inside Vecna’s mind they will also have the most power, because they will not be totally controlled.

I could go on and on about how already Billy in season 4 proved this theory right, but I will limit myself to the tear and the fact that Max was not supposed to enter vecna’s sanctuary right after the Billy monologue.

“What are you doing here, Maxine?” This is what he says to her, like he is surprised to see her there.

Where am I going with all of this? Well, I just think that all these clues line up to the cali siblings beating Vecna’s ass from the inside. The only heartbreaking difference netween their fates at the end would be that Max will manage to return to her body. Billy would not, because he hasn’t gotten one. But a proper goodbye, after them teaming up against vecna, would give them both the closure they deserve.

Maybe, if all of this is true, they will get to try again.

For the last time.

In conclusion, thanks for taking the time to read this long crazy ass post, let me know if you want other theories in the future <3 I have so much fun making them, regardless of them being true in the end

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