#annoyed though that the raft is still a thing

[kitkatt0430]

i love love love love Sam's speech to the GRC and the world. It's heartfelt and honest and represents exactly the kind of ideals that Captain America should represent.

Sam Wilson is, absolutely, my Captain America. And for all there is that didn't gel with me in this series, I'm so glad I watched it and got to see Sam come into his own like this.

#kitkatt0430 watches #the falcon and the winter soldier #fandom meta #mcu meta #annoyed though that the raft is still a thing #it's such bullshit #... i do like zemo's butler though

[aww-canon-no]

Floating

The truth is- Steve hates his pool.  He hates his pool because it was the beginning of the end of a lot of things.  He hates his pool because while he never did get to know Barb the way she deserved to be known, a single drop of blood into that cool water...

Well.

Yeah.

He hates his pool.

Unfortunately for Steve, the pool becomes sort of necessary. After getting the shit kicked out of him by Jonathan Byers, then Billy, then getting his ass handed to him by Russians before they drugged him with some concoction that left him at first with ringing ears, then with dwindling tones, the weird little audiogram from his doctor told him that yeah, he was lucky to still be able to hear airplanes and dogs barking.

In short, Steve was deaf.

He hadn’t ever met anyone like that before so it was just easier to try and ignore it.  To nod and smile a lot and pretend like he had any idea about what was going on.  That’s what his parents wanted him to do.

So.

Why not.

They were never home before, but they’re gone even more now that the upside down had tried (and failed- thank God) to swallow Hawkins and left Steve kind of a fucked-up mess both inside and out.  But they’re all kind of fucked-up inside and out so at least he’s not alone.

Steve’s house was spared and the kids come over all the time and have pool parties.  And Robin sleeps over more than she doesn’t, and her favorite thing ever is a morning swim.  Nancy drops in to do laps when she can, just to get a break from the madness that is her life.  Eddie uses the cool water as a sort of self-created physiotherapy for all the pieces of muscle he lost to demo bats.

Steve wants to not hate it.  He wants to say that it’s all fine and he’s making new memories and while they won’t erase what happened to Barb, something good can come of it.

Vertigo has become Steve’s constant friend, especially on what he calls his bad-ear-days.  The pool, oddly, helps.  Not swimming.  The pressure of water in his ears makes him want to die.  It gives him ear-migraines, which might not be a thing, but it’s totally a thing.

But he’s got an old blow-up raft that’s shaped like a donut and bobbing along the water oddly kind of evens out the spins and makes him not want to hoark his lunch up all over the deck.

So he lays there with his eyes closed, simmering in his new silence sort of feeling everything around him differently now that he can’t hear for shit.  He’s usually alone, but this afternoon Eddie’s there.  Eddie who sees way too much.

And it happens while Steve’s floating and Eddie’s soaking and drinking beer.  His eyes are closed and the sun is hot on his face, and then he feels cool fingers playing with the short hairs by his temple.

Steve feels himself rumble a noise- which is probably the most disconcerting thing about his deafness.  It’s not losing the sound of other people- it’s losing the sound of himself.

He as no idea if the sounds he’s making are audible because Eddie doesn’t react.  He just keeps touching.  And God he does that a lot.  Steve’s not used to it.  Touch always had some sort of end game.  Like with Nancy, it used to mean at least making out, if not more.  With the kids, it’s to comfort.  With Robin it’s mostly to get on her nerves because even when he annoys her, he still makes her smile.

But Eddie’s so free with it- without expectations.  He just gives and gives and rarely expects anything back.  Lord, though, Steve wants to give him something.  and he has for a while now.

Steve’s come to realize in the past months that his attraction might not be so...focused on one gender?  He watched Robin struggle with existing as herself, but also so unabashed about it when she felt safe that Steve realized maybe he was just not looking in the right places.  Because he wants to feel that and noticing Eddie’s pretty mouth and clever fingers has made him look a little deeper.

So opening his eyes and staring upside down at Eddie’s grin and his big doe-eyes and feeling his hands in his hair as Eddie scratches along his scalp...it seems important.

Like a Moment- with a capital M.

He sighs, and Eddie tracks the rise and fall of Steve’s chest.

Eddie leans forward and knocks their foreheads together, and Steve breathes him in.  He smells like cigarettes, chlorine, and sunshine.  And he just stays there.  At some point he rumbles out a contented hum which Steve feels rattling around his head, and it makes the dizzies a little worse, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He still doesn’t love his pool, but when he’s like this, he doesn’t hate it nearly as much as he used to.

#Steddie #deaf steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve x eddie #fanfic #stranger things

[meechlamajor]

juju watkins

JUJU WATKINS AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND: HEADCANONS

Your relationship dynamic:

Juju loves to annoy you for fun, in little ways that still make you laugh. Once you both were laying in bed cuddling together. She had her head in your neck when all of a sudden she bit the cartilage of your ear.

The warm feeling of her breath made you squirm but you couldn’t help but laugh at how random that was.

“I don’t know, it was just looking at me and begging for me to bite it.

There’s a whole lot of love between you two, and things like this is just one of the ways that Juju preferred to show it.

You’re both extremely competitive!

You’d both just finished dinner when Juju got up to throw your takeout boxes away.

“Babe,” you chimed. “How much do you want to bet that I can throw this into the trash from right here?” You stood neat the tv and the trash can was a good six feet away.

“$20,” Juju said instantly. “That’s really nothing so this should be easy for you.”

You crumpled the box into somewhat of a ball, regretting it when the stick sauce got on your hands. You released it and it was head straight for the trash can when Juju stepped in front of it and swatted the box-ball to the floor.

You kissed your teeth and placed your hands on your hips. “Judea! That’s not fair!”

“Hey,” she shrugged. “Should’ve covered all of your bases first. I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna step in.”

Juju threw away the rest of the trash, a pout evident on your face. But, Juju hated when you did. Sometimes the referred to you as “The Brat” (in the most endearing way possible).

So, you decided to knuckle up (not literally guys).

You huffed, “go get changed. I wanna play HORSE.”

“Right now?” Juju glanced at the clock, it reading 7:30.

“Babe, this is not the latest time you’ve been in the gym. Hurry up, or I’ll tell everyone I took your ankles and you cried after!”

You love sharing new experiences with one another.

You and Juju are the couple that actually hates being bored. You love to occupy yourselves in some way that’ll stimulate the mind, and what better way to do that than trying new things?

You’ve done pottery, zip lining, sky diving, white water rafting, a poetry class, paint and sip, you guys do those little mining kits for fun together, and Juju’s favorite: ATV riding.

You’re each other’s rock when times get tough.

There have been a number of times when Juju has called on you to make her feel better or just hold her. There’s nothing like knowing that Juju (a.k.a. your person) will come through for you at the drop of a hat. Whenever Juju holds you, she strokes your hair and runs her hand down your back, noticing that it calms you.

You put on a united front and keep your disagreements private.

You both hate the idea of people having an idea of what arguments or disagreements look like between you two primarily because of Juju’s position in the public eye. People gave their opinions on her all the time, and she couldn’t control those, but she could control what she gave people to talk about in terms of your relationship. You’re private, but not a secret.

In fact, Juju loved to show you off. She could take candid photos of you all day, and she would post them on her story because “the world needs to see how beautiful you are, my love.”

You’re the early bird!

Even though Juju often has to get up for early morning practices, you often get up before her to get a start on the day. You’ll make breakfast and be ready to head out for the day by the time her eyes open.

The both of you share clothes.

Juju finds it so sexy when you wear something that belongs to her. Nobody else has to know it’s her clothes, it’s just the fact that you got it from her and 99% of the time she thought the item looked better on you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE!

juju is literally my wife lolziesssss! content about her is lacking REAL BAD but it’s ok we’ll fix that 🥰

nsfw part two? 👀

#meech la major #usc wbb #juju watkins #juju watkins x oc #juju watkins x reader #i love juju watkins #wlw headcanons

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 25

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Couldnt find any gifs or good pics of Aaron from the game, so heres a pic.

This can be read as both spiderverse and Insomniac Aaron. I was imagining Insomniac Aaron cuz I’m playing the game, but yall can imagine whoever you want.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

They called you Bullseye because of your incredible aim, able to fling any blade, shoot any gun or trip any enemy. Youd appeared shortly before Spiderman had started out, meaning you’d been in this business over many years at this point, meaning you’d made a lot of friends and enemies along the way. Though, it was mostly enemies.

You were mostly a thief, but you’d taken money to kill people before, especially if you found out the person you were hired to kill was a horrible person. Then you would almost do it for free, but you couldn’t, as people would assume you were shabby or easily manipulated.

That’s how you met The Prowler for the first time, he had been in the business longer than you and knew his way around. You were both thieves, and both worked under Kingpin as long as it paid. In the beginning somewhat of a rivalry went on between you, as you both started going out of your way to pick the others targets, just because you could.

Later on in life you would both admit it was flirting, just your own way of doing it. You were a couple years younger than Aaron, but not anything too crazy, people were honestly more surprised that Aaron Davis was openly in a relationship with another man, than anything else.

Because that’s what it became, neither of you put a name to it for years, even as you moved in together and worked together as The Prowler and Bullseye, or when Aaron had to patch you up after the vulture had gotten you in the side after being a little too annoyed by your presence.

Even when you got to meet his cute nephew, and the first thing the kid asked was if you were Aaron’s husband. You did end up getting married, but it wasn’t anything big, just signing a couple of papers mutually deciding to wear a necklace with your ring instead of putting it on your finger.

Aaron had started to slow down over the years, and though you didn’t slow down just as much, you started taking smaller hits and even stopped killing, it was just hard to stop stealing after all these years. Your relationship with spiderman became better too, he didn’t even throw you into the raft, as you’d return the item you stole half the time.

Then everything happened with Miles being bitten, figuring out Aaron and your own secret identity and rightfully feeling betrayed, Aaron getting arrested and covering for you, leaving you to walk free as he was locked away. It was hard to be away from your husband, and it was hard seeing the distrust in Miles’s eyes when he looked at you.

But when Aaron was finally free from the raft, it was hard to not jump him immediately as he stepped in through the door. His beard wasn’t as styled as it had been before, and he looked slimmer, but he was still your husband who got your blood pumping.

Aaron had grinned in that way only he could grin, the way that had your heart racing, as he put his bag down and opened his arms to accept you as you advanced on him. Hands desperate and gripping, your lips mashed together like you were both starved and the others lips was the only thing that could fill your stomachs.

Kissing him after so long apart felt like coming home, like a part of you that had been ripped out had finally returned. The stumble to the bedroom was blurry, as both of you had been way too focused to kiss and touch and grab, to notice that you had stumbled into the bedroom. Things in your bedroom was pretty much the same as the day he was taken away, but none of that mattered.

You felt like you were on fire as Aarons hands slid up under your shirt, digging his nails into the tight muscle of your torso and dragging them down in the way that had your skin raising into goosebumps. He chuckled hotly as he groped your pecs, rubbing his rough thumbs over your hardening nipples as his eyes seemed to almost glow, like he wasn’t just as starved as you were for this.

Lips slick with spit and bodies growing hot, clothes were thrown all over the room as desperate hands pulled and tugged, the noise of ripping fabric registering somewhere in the back of your brain as Aarons hands gripped and pulled at your t-shirt. It had just been some cheap shirt, anyone could have torn it, but Aaron doing it had a hot shiver running down your spine like thick honey.

Your hips ground together as the last strips of fabric left your bodies, a deep hot groan leaving Aaron’s chest as you shuffled between his thighs, grabbing at the muscle there to lift them. He wasn’t as flexible as he had been years ago, but neither were you, the curse of your over-the-top lifestyle and age, but one of his legs still found its way over your shoulder.

He laughed as you licked the inside of his knee before biting into his leg, grinding in your teeth just enough to leave an indent. He laughed even harder as you grabbed the lube from the drawer, the same place you two always kept it, your husband making some joke about how you hadn’t even changed it up since he had been gone.

You scowled as he mentioned his time away, slicking up a couple of your fingers and getting to work stretching him out, starting slow as you had been apart for so long. Aaron had never made much noise, but the ones he did were like music to your ears. Any soft grunt or groan, or the few times you could get him to whimper when you brushed his prostate.

As you opened him up with your fingers, adding another when needed, you leaned down and kissed him again, your chin brushing against his faintly greying beard. His lips were dry, but you loved them like that, because it meant you got to flatten your tongue of them before taking them between your teeth and giving them a pull.

Aaron’s hand found its way into your hair, gripping on, his brows giving a furrow as you removed your fingers from inside him. You both knew he was ready, and Aaron was growing impatient, his leg falling to hook around your hip to pull you in close. “Come on, get inside me already” he grumbled, his eyes softer and face warmer than usual.

And who were you to reject his wish, reaching down to lead your cock into him, slowly pushing in and letting you both adjust as you bottomed out, a groan leaving you both at the completeness it made you both feel to be together again like this.

His hand gripped your arm and gave it a squeeze, and you knew it meant he wanted you to move but couldn’t find the words to ask. Normally you might have teased him a bit, get him to ask, but now all you wanted was to be near him.

Starting out slowly, you moved your hips in a slow and deep pace, this wasn’t just a normal roll in the sheets, it was making love. Aaron must have felt the same as you, as his arms found themselves around your neck, pulling you down so your lips could meet once more as he gave a grumbled demand for you to go faster.

The sound of pants and groans filled the room for the first time in the year Aaron had been gone, the slick noises of your kissing and of the lube only adding to the ambiance. The bed creaking the way it did only made your toes curl as you leaned back, gripping his hips so you could move your hips harder, making sure to strike that spot you knew always had your husband seeing stars.

The time apart had left you both needy and backed up, so it didn’t take long for you both to grow closer, Aarons noises growing in volume and going form groans to moans, his head falling back onto the pillow as his eyes clenched.

Seeing him so close, you reached down, wrapping your hand around his slick back, jerking it in pace with your thrusts until Aaron moaned the loudest you had gotten him to moan this entire time as he came, shooting spurts of white into your hand and across his torso.

The sight was enough to have your eyes roll back into your head as your jaw dropped, a moan leaving you as you bottomed out inside him, letting the rush of orgasm crash through your body as you came. The orgasm left your vision swimming for a moment, finally coming back to Aarons breathless chuckle as he pulled you down on top of him.

If you had been younger, you two would have gone a couple more rounds, but now it just felt like enough to hold one another after being apart for so long. You would have to get up and shower, and then change the sheets, as neither of you wanted to deal with that mess tomorrow. But right now holding Aaron and inhaling his scent took priority, your eyes sliding shut to just let yourself bask in it for a while.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #spiderman ps4 #spiderman ps5 #insomniac spiderman #aaron davis #the prowler #spiderman #insomniac spiderman imagine #insomniac spiderman headcanon #insomniac spiderman x male reader #insomniac spiderman x reader #aaron davis imagine #aaron davis headcanon #aaron davis x male reader #aaron davis x reader #the prowler imagine #the prowler headcanon #the prowler x male reader #the prowler x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #spiderman ps4 imagine #spiderman ps4 headcanon #spiderman ps4 x male reader #spiderman ps4 x reader #spiderman ps5 imagine

[hainethehero]

HEADCANNON: MARVEL VILLAINS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA...

The Avengers visit The Raft to question any of the numerous villains about their evil plans for World Domination™️...

"Where's the pretty one? I'll only talk to the pretty one."

Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint and Steve all look at Nat, who wrinkles her nose and raises a questioning brow. But then the villain cackles and shakes his head.

"Nah, I mean the pretty blonde with the puppy eyes, big tits and the gorgeous ass."

And they're all like, "oh... ohhhh" and look to Steve, who blushes and looks away shyly. Call him a prude, but, by his estimation, he'd just only thought fondue was a euphemism for sex.

And it doesn't stop there!

The villain goes into every vulgar detail about what he'd like to do to Steve and exactly how he'd do it. He talks about how he'd pull his hair, bite his neck, suck on his tits, leave his lips bruised.

Saying lewd things like:

"You'd look so fuckin pretty riding my cock, princess." and "God, I'd love to put you on your hands and knees. I'd rail you so good sweetheart."

All the while the other Avengers look on with various expressions of concern and confusion- well, Tony just looks sort of intrigued, but that's besides the point. Steve's face is aflame, eyes looking everywhere but at his teammates.

Then Clint speaks up and warns, "Yeah, might wanna hold your horses on this one, dude. Unless you want the Winter Soldier on your ass."

And the villain just looks even more interested and says excitedly, "I love a challenge. I'd go to war for that ass."

Natasha shrugs, "More like a suicide mission."

And Tony says, "Yeah buddy, you don't touch Rogers while Bucky Barnes is still breathing."

Then Steve sputters because um, no, the Winter Soldier does NOT like him like that. He'd barely said more than ten words to Steve despite them always being paired up for SHIELD missions! Barnes always acted all stoic and annoyed whenever Steve spoke to him. And he always acted all pissy and disgusted whenever Steve was instructed to join his operations, even though Steve would be under his command!

Like, there was no winning with Barnes so why the hell did everyone on his team think Barnes would be pissed right now?!

But then the villain pipes up, "Whatever you say. I'm willing to negotiate with Malibu Barbie. Get me in a room with him and I'll tell you everything you need to know."

And Natasha goes, "Wow, not even negotiating for a lesser sentence? Just one-on-one time with Rogers?"

The villain says, "Oh, I can always hatch a plan of escape some other time. But this? Oh, I'm gonna be the envy of all the other baddies out there."

And the Avengers all frown because what?

"What d'you mean by that?" Thor questions to which the villain says, "Wow, for the world's heroes you guys really are out of the loop."

And after leering at Steve again, he explains, "Evil plans for world domination aside, a lot of us have our likes and dislikes, our vices and poisons. The truth? Everyone's just foaming at the mouth to get their hands on this one."

#steve rogers #steve rogers is a bottom #bottom steve rogers #captain america #avengers #stucky #stony #mcu #marvel #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor #clint barton #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #steeb #bonky #sub steve rogers #ao3 fic idea #stucky headcanon

[according2thelore]

keep goinngggggggg!!! just sitting here reading your snippets of the early and late season interactions and loving the goodness. ty for sharing bc the brainstorming sessions are amazing.

hi!!!!!

AGH! i'm so glad you've been enjoying! :) i wrote a little snippet, i hope you enjoy~!

sam scowls at the mirror. yeah, this is definitely not his shirt. it looks like something he would wear, but the sleeves are way too big, and the shirt drapes off of his torso like a kid playing dress-up in dad's closet.

sam picks at the fabric, suddenly too annoyed for words. it's his, isn't it? figures they'd both have the same taste in clothes. at least one thing in this goddamn world isn't unrecognizable.

sam shucks the shirt over his head, quickly grabbing another shirt from the pile--one of dean's old shirts, a faded metallica tee--and pulling it on.

he opens the door to the bedroom, and looks up and down the labyrinthian hallway. did every single one have to look identical? sam tries to remember what older dean had told him the night before.

(okay, so from your bedroom, it's a left, left, then right to the kitchen. two wrongs make a right. i'll be there if i'm not in the garage most days, probably. in case you were wondering. from here to the library, it's a right, left, then two rights. if you see a death ray, you've gone too far.

a death ray? sam interrupted, sharply. the older version of his brother waved his hand, and made a pshaw noise.

it's not actually a death ray. just looks like one. picture a death ray in your head? that's what it looks like. big ugly thing, probably gave scooby a headache in his day.)

sam takes a right, left, then two rights. sure enough, sam is sitting at the table in the library. well, 'sammy.'

after the fifth time of dean--sam's dean, the 2006 one--said "sam?" in a frantic tone, and both sams jumped up to calm him down, they had to come up with a system.

the older dean immediately pointed at 2006 sam and said, "sammy." with a happy smile. sam protested a-fucking-lot. sammy was for a fat little kid with a pinwheel hat. sam was sam. the older version of sam sighed heavily, like sam even being here was beleaguering.

"i can be sammy," he said, "even though i'm thirty-six. he's not going to agree to it." he nodded at sam like he knew him at all, and sam still kind of hates him for it. he didn't hate the guy at first--i mean, come on, a chance to meet his future self--untapped potential! sam had so many questions. but so far...sammy's been a disappointment.

"hey," sam calls now, and sammy's head pops up over his research.

sammy checks his watch, "shift change already?"

they had been doing research in shifts on how to take 2006 sam and dean back, to no result yet. sam shakes his head, and holds up the offending shirt.

"no, mixed laundry." he tosses it at sammy, who catches it with a fluid movement. sam eyes sammy with a wary eye.

how did they get so good at everything? sam feels unfairly trapped in the "before" picture of a healthcare ad.

"oh," sammy says, folding the shirt with his massive bear-paw hands. "sorry about that."

"anything?" sam asks, nodding at the books. sammy shrugs, rubbing a hand at his temple.

"not yet--" he starts, but someone knocks at the doorframe.

both sams turn to look. dean--sam's dean--is standing there awkwardly, shuffling on his feet.

"what's going on in here?" dean asks, hesitant. his arms cross over his chest, and his words sound like, what did you do, sam? what did you say this time?

sam doesn't know when dean--his dean--stopped being on his side, but he hates him for it. sam looks back at his older self. dean's so defensive over him, even though the guy can clearly take care of himself. older sam tucks a strand behind his ear and also crosses his arms, two huge barrels on either side like a goddamn white water raft or something. he looks only amused, a soft look on his face like he's observing two puppies trip over a ball.

sam hates that, too. that sammy always acts like he knows exactly what's going on in sam's head--every ugly, hideous thing. and worse, he's all condescending about it--holier than thou about it. i know what you're thinking, and it's cute. your animosity is as adorable and non-threatening as a puppy nibbling on my ankle. sam scowls.

sammy's eyes slide over sam's shoulder, to dean. sam tries to straighten his spine so sammy can't see over him, but sammy's smile is just as soft and knowing.

sam looks behind him, helpless to it. dean is flushed, eyes firmly on a bookshelf in the corner like he's leaning on the doorway for no reason at all, like he just happened to be there and forgot they were in the room.

that might be the absolutely worst goddamn thing about this whole situation.

"not a damn thing." he says, but he means, where did you go, dean? why do you love this guy so much? how the fuck am i supposed to be this golden-idol-version of myself to you?

sam wants to turn around and tell himself (god, he'd never get used to that), stay away from him. he's not yours. back the fuck off.

but he won't. and he doesn't. he shoulders past dean, feels the heat of his skin, and back into the hallway.

older dean is probably around here somewhere. sam looks up and down the empty hallway. kitchen. definitely kitchen. guy makes a mean burger. that's the only reason sam's seeking him out right now.

the only reason at all.

anywhoooo...hope you enjoyed! :)

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #lizzy writes #quietdiscerning

[deannagrey]

Just Dare Me: Chapter 2 (2/4)

(had to split these up 'cause of the character limit)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Ari saved my ass with the rain warning. Halfway through the day, it felt like a full-on hurricane was passing through town. Everyone scrambled across campus, trying to get to their destinations without getting soaked to the bone. A few professors even canceled classes, citing some streets were too flooded for commuting.

I’d accidentally splashed through a deceivingly huge puddle after my second class of the day. The water and dirt ruined my pressed tan slacks. I almost cried in the bathroom at how my stain-removing stick wasn’t doing anything for me. It took longer than I’d like to admit for me to calm down and remind myself dry cleaning existed for a reason. Pushing away my need to look one hundred percent presentable was a feat that zapped most of my energy.

My initial spark from the morning faded to a strained ember by the end of the day. So it goes without saying that I didn’t exactly feel like showing up to David’s dare. Especially when I realized it’d be at a bar. A cowboy-themed bar.

I had a ride share drop me off in front of Ye-Haw Way a half hour before our meet-up time. The demographic of customers seemed diverse enough. Most who filtered in and out of the building wore some kind of cowboy motif. I snapped a photo of the blinking ‘giddy on in’ welcome sign to send to David. There was a slim to no chance Ye-Haw Way wasn’t his intended destination. But I still needed to try.

Yara: This the right place?

David: Congrats. You know how to use a GPS. Do you need help finding the door as well?

I blew out an annoyed breath and grabbed the wooden door handle. Once past the traditional door, I was met with a swinging one reminiscent of old-time Western bar entryways.

The inside of Ye-Haw Way was loud and packed. I raised my brow at the surprisingly colorful overhead lighting. There was a live band complete with banjo and fiddle player. The lead singer on stage was a woman with dark skin. She wore beads on the end of her braids and held onto the microphone like it was a life raft. Her voice reminded me of the older women in the choir from my church. She looked much younger but had an “old spirit” way about her in how she swayed back and forth.

It took me a second to re-focus on my main goal: finding David, finishing his dare, and getting the hell out of here. This place wasn’t as unwelcoming as I thought it’d be from the outside. I moved through the crowd easily enough. No one looked at me too weird even though I felt wildly out of place in my casual work wear.

David sat at the end of the bar. I paused for a second, taking in how his hair was a bit overgrown since the beginning of the semester. He wore his trademark jean jacket that was fraying on the shoulders. The cup sitting in front of him was empty and he stared into the glass like it held the answer to life’s greatest mysteries. He glanced up ever so often like he was looking for something he’d forgotten or something he needed.

When I finally decided to get closer, another girl beat me to the punch. She wore the cutest pair of pink cowboy boots I’ve ever seen paired with a pink mini skirt and corset. Her bubblegum hair was in waves that reached her back. I was close enough to hear she had a sweet voice to match her exterior.

Most of the guys nearby seemed to have eyes for her. But, for some reason, she didn’t seem interested in making eye contact with anyone except David. I didn’t blame her, his dark aesthetic would contrast hers brilliantly. They’d be the kind of pairing musicians wrote about. Mean guy, sweet girl, and fairytale romances. I lingered back just to see how things would play out.

Their exchange was brief. David didn’t look up once during it. His disinterest didn’t seem to deflate her ego, though. Instead, she left a piece of paper under his cup and skipped away to join some other girls on the dance floor.

“Not your type?” I teased as I settled the stool next to him. “Too good for your damaged soul? Did you not want to ruin her and bring her into your misery?”

He didn’t look up at my words either. But his brow quirked up, which was more animation than he’d given Cute Pink Girl.

“Didn’t come here looking for a type,” he said, simply and gestured to the bartender for a refill. “I’m seeing someone.”

My ears perked up a little, shocked at this tidbit of information. David and I didn’t have conversations about our lives outside of when we hung out. We were always too busy trying to wound each other’s pride.

“Really? Who’s the lucky lad or lass?” I asked, wincing at my phrasing. I was a little too hard not to sound interested in his dating life. In reality, the thought of someone being with David romantically seemed nearly impossible. Who’d lack that much self-preservation?

“Lad or lass?” David snorted. “I’m bisexual, Yara. Not a pirate.”

“There’s a difference?” I joked.

David shook his head, smiling a bit. “You really want to know?”

I scoffed. “I’m not dying for the information or anything.”

Though my breath did catch a little when he looked at me.

“Good. Can’t have your death on my hands. Covee would never forgive me.” He finished his drink with no indication he planned on answering my question. So, he planned on keeping this mystery person a secret? Fine by me.

“Let’s get this thing over with,” I said quickly. Suddenly, the warmth of the building wasn’t comforting anymore. I wanted to be back out in the rain because the cold felt more real than whatever was going on between us. Like David said last night, there was no word for our relationship. And not knowing where we stood felt like being surprised pricked by a needle.

“Sure you don’t want a drink first?” David stood from his stool but didn’t move from the bar.

I slipped off my seat too. Standing side-by-side, David was a few inches taller than me. I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. Tonight his smelt of whisky and his eyes almost matched the color of it, too. The bright, overhead lights were doing wonders in smoothing out his darker features.

“I don’t drink,” I forced out in a hard tone. The softer David looked, the tougher I felt I needed to be.

“Another disappointment.” He frowned, feigning sadness. “Drunk Yara might actually be worth hanging out with.”

“If I was such a chore to hang around, you wouldn’t be blowing up my phone every other day,” I countered.

His expression changed. For a second, I thought I actually made a decent shot.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he said in a voice that indicated he never once believed that possibility. “But you’re the one who started texting me.”

My jaw tightened as I remembered our first back and forth. It’d been after I’d lost the beginning dare and couldn’t sleep without seeing his irritating smirk. I’d gotten his number from Covee’s boyfriend, Weston, and texted him at 2 AM with demands of a rematch. A little neurotic, sure. But he matched my energy so weren’t both of us to blame?

#westbrookeangels #yaraxdavid

[fearthetallman]

Krang Pie Chapter 6

Warnings: cooking krang, eating krang alive, gore/torture

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Chapter 6

Whenever Mikey got the chance, he would slip away to his room. There were so many techniques he wanted to try.

He tried boiling. Pretty bad, took away most of the flavor. He accidentally undercooked one and bit into it only to get mush, like biting into a rotten apple. He decided not to do boiling anymore.

He dug out their old pressure cooker. Not bad, and really brought out the sweet flavor. If he added enough other things, he was sure he could add layers of flavor to the meat. But it took forever so he didn’t use it too often.

Next was the air fryer. It was a lot faster than cooking it a pan but not quite as crisp.

He really wanted to try baking it but couldn’t figure out a way to do so without being caught. So instead, he kept bringing the ingredients to his room whenever he could scurry them away.

Milk, eggs and butter were things he dared not take back, however. If he placed them down on his floor, he might forget about them until they started to smell. The last thing he wanted was others coming into his room.

The krang was as stubborn as ever, still claiming its superiority even as Mikey ripped its limbs off. Not that he could complain. It made it easier to torture him.

When Mikey started experimenting with breading, he got the real flavor to unleash. Frying them up, you could hardly differentiate them from pork chops. Although they were a bit more tender and tasted a little too sweet.

He got so wrapped up in finding the perfect seasoning to go with the breading that he didn’t notice Raph until he was already in his room.

Paprika, onion powder, and a tin of salt fell from Mikey’s arms. Raph looked up, still halfway through a piece of meat. “Oh, sorry! Something smelled so good in here I couldn’t stop myself.”

His heart thundered in his head and his eyes swung to the closet. Closed. He had put the krang away because his squirming had gotten boring. So long as it didn’t say anything, he was safe.

“You know you’re supposed to knock before coming into someone’s room,” he said, voice strangled by anxiety. He knew he should feel annoyed and angry at Raph but all he could feel was terror. He needed to get him out of here.

“Sorry, I did but you didn’t answer.” He finished off the rest and licked his fingers. “This is really good, Mikey! What’s in this?”

Mikey inched around him, back to his closet in case anything moved in there. “Just some usual stuff. Garlic salt and all that.” He laughed but it sounded forced. His hand landed on the handle of the pan.

“You usually don’t cook in your room, so I was kind of surprised. You’ve been spending so much time in here, I just wanted to check up on you.”

He internally cursed himself. He should have been more careful. “You know how Donnie gets sometimes when I’m making something new. Complains about the smell. But I’m glad you like it!” He placed the cooling pan into Raph’s giant hands. “Here, why not eat the rest of it?” He pushed the snapping turtle towards the exit.

Giving Raph the rest of it was a risk, it’d be easier for him to figure it out with more, but he couldn’t let him stay here.

“Wow, really? Thanks!” He left docilely, not fighting Mikey shoving him out until they got to the doorway. He then paused, not moving no matter how much Mikey pushed. “But I think you should try cooking in the kitchen. They’re so good even Donnie would like them!”

Michaelangelo, like all his brothers, constantly craved external validation. Though he didn’t scramble for compliments like the rest of them, he would still latch onto a compliment like a life raft. And being told that Donnie, the Extremist of the Picky Eaters Club, would like his cooking was all that Mikey needed to lose all his common sense.

***

“They’re going to find out, you know,” the krang said as Mikey gathered his cooking supplies. Even though it had grown bigger, its voice still had a bit of a pitch, making everything it said sound ridiculous.

“Just like I found you before you could complete your evil plan?”

“You stepped on me by accident,” it growled.

“Accidentally on purpose.” He walked up to the cage, glowering down at the chewed-up wad of bubblegum inside. “Does it infuriate you? Knowing I’m such an ‘inferior’ creature and yet here I am feeding you to my family.”

It slithered closer, almost wrapping its tentacles around the bar before remembering. “Do you really think they’ll still love you if they find out?”

The question startled him. It didn’t sound like a question a krang would ask. They knew nothing of nor did they care about love. So as much as the question disturbed him, he brushed it off.

“It doesn’t matter because they won’t find out.” He shoved the krang back into the closet.

***

Mikey picked something that was familiar but still used what he needed. Pork pies. He’d gotten a few more tentacles, making sure to cut off the squiggly ends so no one could tell them apart from other meat. Dicing them up even more, he started making the dough.

This was something he had missed. Baking. The warmth of the dough in his hands as he kneaded it into shape. The flour under his fingernails. (The delicious torture) Spreading the butter over the pastry to ensure it was as tasty as possible. He just hoped everyone liked it.

He made six miniature pies in a muffin tin. Raph usually ate more than one. The time ticked by slower than usual as he waited for it to bake. Watch pot and all that blah blah blah but he couldn’t help it! Everyone else was in their rooms and he couldn’t stand going back to his room where that thing was. So he sat faithfully by the oven until the full 30 minutes was up.

When he took them out, they looked delicious. The smell wafting over was intoxicating. This may have been his best work yet. He set the table and thought about knocking on everyone's door but then he remembered the group chat.

I made supper everyone!!!

He sent lots of smiling emojis, unable to contain his excitement. Two people read the message. He sat down in his chair at the table, excitedly rocking side to side as he waited for them to come out. Five minutes go by. Then ten minutes. Then half an hour. He checked his phone but there are no new messages. He turned off the screen with a sigh, laying his head on the table.

By the time an hour goes by, he had just about given up when Raph walked in.

“Oh! Hey, Mikey. Raph was going to apologize for being late but er…” Raph looked at the empty table and tried to give Mikey a reassuring smile. “You know how we all just lose track of time sometimes!”

Mikey gave a tired smile back to him, more for his effort than any comfort Raph’s words brought. Raph sits down, excitedly scarfing down his pork pie.

“This tastes amazing!”

His words reignite some excitement into Mikey and he tries some of his own creation. It had cooled off, nowhere near as warm but still tasted good, the spice mixing well with the meat. A bit too sweet, still. Something he would need to adjust for next time. While he ate, Donnie stepped out, squinting at the lights.

“Hello, gentleman. What’s for dindin tonight?”

“I made pork pies!” He said, lifting the plate of his half-eaten food.

“Oh.” Donnie’s face soured. “I am not—”

Raph slammed his fist on the table and gives a “you better not say what you were originally thinking” look. Mikey pretended like he hadn’t seen that.

“I am not a fan of pies.” Donnie continued. “Especially not of the meat kind. I’ll just find something else and then go back to my lab.” He gave a guilty smile.

Mikey’s own face fell, even when Raph offered to eat Donnie’s for him. Although he waited until evening, Leo still never came out of his room. His pie grew cold.

***

Mikey returned to his room, defeated. There was a tangle of emotions in his gut. He shouldn’t get too upset. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t his fault.

It was always his fault.

He grabbed his sketchbook and opened up a blank page. He picked up his pencil, but his hands were shaking so bad it slipped out of his fingers. The pencil fell and bounced on the ground, rolling under a wastebasket full of trash he hasn’t remembered to take out. He took a step forward to grab the pencil but his leg hit his skateboard. Pain radiated from his ankle and he had to suppress a swear. He kicked the skateboard but that just caused more pain and hurt and he’s so freaking stupid.

Over his heavy breathing, he heard something coming from the closet. A laugh. He stormed over and yanked open the doors. Sure enough, the krang was laughing at him. It laughed even harder when it sees his murderous glare.

“You’re just like your brother.” It said with a malicious grin. “I remember when your brother would make the same noises. He’d get so emotional, breathing so fast before he started crying. Ah, I can almost still hear it. Although he begged a lot more. I remember once he even begged me to kill him. What did I show him that time?” The krang paused, putting a tentacle to its chin. “Now I remember. I had just finished ripping off your shell in front of him. Turtles are a lot more fun than regular humans. More of a crunch.”

It laughed hysterically. Mikey wasn’t really in control. His hands just moved automatically.

It was such a satisfying crunch.

His nails dug into the squishy, wet flesh of the krang. The main body this time, reaching into a chunk of its face. It didn’t give easily, the spam-like body resisting being separated from itself. The flesh finally gave way with a wet gush, fluids dripping from the wound and strings of tendon still hanging on like the strings he’d peel off from an orange.

The creature screamed but he barely registered it, only taking the horrified expression it slowly morphed into after laughing about torturing his brother. It didn’t taste as sweet as he’d grown used to. This had more of a watered-down taste, so much gushing out that it dribbled down his chin. It was rubbery and difficult to chew but he didn’t stop, only feeling a sense of relief and release when he swallowed. His tongue ran over the sides of his mouth, catching the bitter juice that had been left behind.

“You’re a monster!” It screeched. “The krang is the epitome of perfection! You should be swearing loyalty to us, you inferior life forms. To even think of hurting us is—”

His hands tighten around the cage, his hands stinging a bit from the anti-krang still on the bars. “Shut up before I tear off another chunk of you.”

Epitome of perfection his shell. If the krang were so smart then it wouldn’t have been caught by him. The krang needed a lesson in humility and he was more than happy to be the teacher. He pulled out the kitchen knife.

“How fast can you regenerate?” Light glinted off the cared for blade, making it feel like a shiny new toy.

“No. You can’t keep doing this.” It crawled back as far as it could in the cage.

“How?” He picked up the cage and threw it against the wall, making a thud, rattling the krang inside. “Fast?”

“I can’t keep up with it. You’re taking too much!” It pleaded, sounding very pathetic.

Just what he wanted to hear. He cut off three more. He had a lot of work to do.

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#rottmnt krang #krang pie #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fic #save rottmnt #rottmnt #krang #rise krang #gee mikey sure did a turnaround into a sadist #I wonder what could have made that change in him

[luvring]

HEY HI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GUCCI AND DRINKING WATER BUT ANYWAYS im respectfully asking,,,,,,,since u finished playing error143,,,,,,will u start writing for Micah Yujin? Im asking for a friend (im the friend)

— micah yujin boyfriend hcs

say no more. this post got Very long and i could still easily make a part 2. um. opens reqs just for micah for a while.../hj? actually /srs. gen srs. maybe just for the next 2/3 days . hit me up i guess. LOL? and i definitely suggest joining the discord server bc lots of people share stuff too!! i don't go by nia outside of tumblr but let me know if ur in there and we can find each other😘 ALSO go check out the patreon and kickstarter!!! Deserved.

first of all i just want to say i associate crush on you by soul fro and dum di dum very strongly w him (the guy Is singing at a girl though !!) it's vry cute like i just imagine him singing/singing it together. please. can anybody hear me. hello?

^ singing songs together. dancing together. come on. like. making time by rex orange county. habang buhay by zack tabudio (JENNY SAID MULTILINGUAL MICAH WHO'D CALL YOU MAHAL KO! i can't understand tagalog but pinoys...we win.)

he sings you to sleep whenever you ask and also just,, randomly. if he finds out your favourite soft-ish song he will Sing It

gets matching stuff all the time. plushies, clothes, charms,, etc etc. some of them are serious and some are done ironically (im he's / she's / they's shirts . also you know that old lockscreen thing that was like,, "what are you doing looking at his phone?" LOL.)

^ also you know those best friend necklaces. LOL

Listen to me. grabs your face. Micah making custom emojis of you/you and him. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO?

would most definitely recreate Those couple photos. you know the meme ones

would do a tiktok trend if you asked (prank him w any trend you want). the one trend that isn't couple specific i can see him doing is when someone is like,, "hey, want some ___?" and person b says "no thanks." and person a turns around,, but when they turn back person b has their mouth wide open and is standing right in front of them DO YOU KNWO WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. anyways.

would send you "this could be us" "us?" memes

^ sends a meme that says "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad" from across the room and watches as you open it . when you make fun of him and (inevitably) come over he goes "Oh? did you want something, angel?" YOU ARE SO ANNOYING! KISS ME!

loves finding out new things about you every day since.. you meet so quickly... mentally checks everything he can use for gifts or something

Celebrating Micah's Birthday :) all he wants to do is spend the day with you,, doesn't matter what you do he'll be happy. share a cake with him and get a thoughtful gift and he'll get very emotional (thinks about how he cried eating his first cake on his 19th because he had no one to share his success with. my eye twitches and my fingers claw at the table)

YOUR BIRTHDAY? come on now. he's going to figure out the perfect plan based on what you want. "what? did you doubt The micah yujin would know exactly what you'd love? you wound me, angel." but he makes sure to have time set up where it's just you two so he can be all sappy and alone with you

many different scenarios with gaming. if you don't have a lot of experience micah will happily teach you and won't really make fun of you until later. if you compete he calls hacks if you beat him. would say you have to do whatever you want if he wins. it's like, a kiss or ordering food LOL?

playing minecraft with micah means finding the perfect balance. a relationship is 50/50 one person is decorating and farming and the other is mining and bringing home the goods (who's to say who's who)

if you played like, Raft with him there are So many moments where one of you threatens to leave the other on the island. the distress on his face while he's yelling about the shark please

you and skrunkly are his lockscreen/homescreen For Sure. not even a question.

if skrunkly picks you over him at any point he dramatically gasps and falls the floor clutching his heart or something . "Skrunkly...How Could You?" "This is the ultimate betrayal..."

^ considered a partial win for him if he gets to take pics of both of you

^ WILL you match outfits w skrunkly. yes. do it. family photo?

for the love of god. matching moon and star necklaces. listen to me.

wants you to show him around town !! he came all this way, won't you show him your favourite spots? :( goes around and makes "welcome to our daily vlog" jokes (said by girl who does the same thing)

if you want him to meet your friends/parents he sorta,, "wow, are we getting that serious now?" and has a teasing smile but he's sweating a little i think. he'll be Fine. seriously he's extroverted and charming in his own way but wow

would walk up and jokingly hit on you as if you don't know each other. uses the cheesiest lines he can think of obviously

^ if anybody says you two look cute together he does Not let it go. why are you grinning so big. i will cry rn

lots of pranks. they're silly pranks don't worry but there are pranks for sure

getting happy meals together for the toys. i won't apologize. (girl who has the sonic and minions happy meal toys And boxes on one of her desk)

since it's micah's first relationship he really truly wants to try so many things with you. you get to be his first kiss!! first to do cheesy couple things with!! he is so happy!! oh my god!!!!

if one of you is going somewhere alone he'll always make sure to find you to say goodbye. umm. hear me out. micah doing the thing where he places his hand at the back of your head to bring you close and kiss your forehead. can you hear me be honest

first time he sees you wearing something that's his micah's brain goes WEE OO WEE OO eyes shoot out of their sockets train whistle error screen malfunction

micah would ask you to feed him as a joke but if/when you actually do his face heats up and he gets all flustered. when he notices your hand ready to catch any food that falls and he's like oh Wow.

goes to your phone and saves himself in your contacts as something like,, "the beautiful amazing handsome perfect love of my life forever" and yours is "loser" when you manage to get his phone LIEK.

micah would do movie marathons with you. i know he'd watch all the barbie movies with me and i know he has very strong opinions about them I Know He Does LISTEN TO ME!

don't trust this guy around a shopping cart. are you going in? is he going in? you don't know.

don't make jokes about him sending you money because he most definitely can and will.

not a headcanon but thank god micah is not afraid of bugs btw. people who don't want to kill them or bring them outside,, he is here to save the day. he has to. also i did just imagine him taking a bug out then sharing facts he knows about it as if you aren't 3 strides behind him

sorry if you're short. he's putting things on high shelves and making you ask for help. if you decide to just crawl up or use a chair he panics a little What if you Fell?

micah making a playlist of songs that remind him of you

micah being like "...babe, did you get a virus on your computer?" and when you go look the screen just says I <3 U or something. Okay. Can You Relax. get away from me GET AWAY!!

i just think you should do little affectionate things like taking his hand and kissing his knuckles/fingers. then just walk away. it's delightful

this is So specific to a joke me and my irls have but micah would roll and claim characters on your mudae wishlist then hold them over you but ultimately gift them. especially if you're like US and you have PROBLEMS! (will become violent /hj i'd hit him with a pillow)

sometimes when he's awake for some reason and you're not,, he'll just watch you and maybe trace random shapes on your arm/play with your hair if he can . he loves you a lot btw did i mention that. did you know that. did yo

#error143 #micah yujin #<3 anon #🧾nia.answers #tjis will be. invisible for sure. #but its OK! #it was fun to do

[haywire-cebus]

One Month

 We Could Have Been Anywhere Part 7/9

Warriors meets Linebeck. Legend has an (unrelated) bad time.

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When Warriors was still a knight in training, they had a week where everyone camped out by a river and were taught how to swim out of a fast current and avoid being pulled under by an enemy lurking below.

 In the end, it was treated as more of a reward for how hard they were all training disguised as an exercise. No one really thought war was that close on their horizon. Warriors spent one day laying back in the water, floating and basking in the sun (it was decently cold out, but not enough that he couldn’t enjoy himself. The barracks were much colder at night, even in the summer).

 As a portal sends tumbling down into the ocean, he wishes that exercise was taken seriously. This adventure has seen him fighting in water far too much for his comfort.

 As he resurfaces, he coughs up the water he swallowed and begins his headcount, catching sight of his brothers easily despite the cloying fog around them.

 Wind and Four tread the water easily, Time flounders a little in his armor but not enough to urge Warriors to make his way over to help, Twilight hacks up a lung next to him looking more annoyed than hurt, and where is Sky-

 Sky surfaces with a hearty splutter, taking in some deep breaths but nothing too concerning.

 The air is heavy with salt, and Warriors glances around to see…

 Nothing. No islands, no ships, only a thick fog.

 “Wind? This is yours?” He calls out.

 Wind nods, face pinched, “yeah, but I don’t see an island.” He’s looking off into the distance, like he can see through the fog through sheer willpower. Honestly, though, maybe the kid can. He’s got some tricks up his sleeve that he hasn’t shared, even if he pretends to be an open book.

 Early on, it was a concern to Warriors. Secrets during the war meant betrayal, death, and pain. But now, after so long getting to know everyone, he trusts them. He trusts Wind. Even if he’s pretty sure the kid can see ghosts (and that was a weird and scary night. He chooses not to think about it or bring it up).

 Bringing himself back to the present, he’s almost afraid to ask the next question. If there’s nothing around them, they won’t last forever just treading water. Time will need to lose that armor, and soon. Boots and bags will have to be dropped next. He knows Wild has an absurd amount of wood stored in his slate, but it’s nowhere near enough nor large enough logs to build any kind of raft.

 At the thought, he whips his head back over to Legend. His face is deceptively blank, but he’s responsive enough as he keeps his attention on Hyrule. Not the best coping mechanism, but this isn’t the time to delve into it. Warriors doesn’t know the full story (barely knows anything beyond Legend hating the open sea, small boats, and lighting) but it’s enough.

 Time speaks up next, “what’s the plan, sailor?”

 It’s always a little strange deferring to Wind. He’s by no means incompetent, and Warriors listened to plenty of captains younger than him in the war (replacing dead men and traitors meant the pickings got slimmer and slimmer as the battles wore on). There’s a difference between young and almost fourteen, however.

 Doesn’t mean he won't listen to what he says. Probably.

 Wind looks off into the distance, and doesn’t answer, squinting heavily. Warriors almost tells him to just pull out his telescope before he starts shouting, “Over here! Men overboard!”

 Everyone tries to see what has caught his gaze, but all Warriors can see is the fog. He shrugs and begins calling out, and soon everyone is yelling.

 A form slowly begins to take shape through the fog, quickly getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, Wind gasps. “No fucking way!” He ignores Legend’s (hypocritical) call of language and begins swimming towards the boat, “fuck yeah! Over here!”

 It’s an old looking thing, worn red and white paint along the sides, old wooden wheels, and a sharply curved prow. There’s no sail in sight, but Warriors has seen enough weird stuff in his adventures for that to be the least of his concerns at the moment. The boat comes to a (rather quick, for a boat) stop close to Wind, and everyone begins swimming after him.

 A high voice calls out from the deck, “I don’t fucking believe it!” A rope ladder sails downwards, and Wind scrambles up it like his life depends on it. He’s not sparing the others a second glance, and all Warriors can hear is Wind’s cheerful yelling and fast talking intercut with what sounds like a man about to cry but playing it cool.

 He gets to the ladder just behind Twilight, who is holding it steady. Time swims up behind him, and he lets the old man go up first. Water pours off of him in droves, leaving through slits in the armor.

 Legend and Wild pull Hyrule up next. Legend goes up first and turns around to hold a hand out to Hyrule. It’s rather unnecessary- the hero may not be able to swim but he can climb a simple ladder, even if it’s swaying in the breeze. Wild follows, and Warriors gestures for Four and Sky to go next.

 Sky huffs, “you’re in armor too, you first.”

 Rather than argue that it’s just chainmail, he begins the rocky climb. His hands slip a little halfway up, and he’s eternally grateful that Legend is already on deck. The others made this look much easier.

 He grips the railing and hauls himself on deck, pausing as he takes in the sight of a man (around Time’s age- or, physical age) holding Wind up and shaking him like a stubborn dog trying to win tug-of-war.

 He would put a stop to it, but Wind laughs and laughs- carefree and happy in a way Warriors isn’t sure he’s heard before.

 “I knew it was all real! Fuck yeah! I’m rubbing this in Niko’s face forever!” Wind’s words come out in varying pitches as he’s shaken, before he brings his arms from the man’s sleeves to his shoulders, pulling him forwards into a hug.

 They part after a moment, and when the man looks at them, Warriors realizes he hadn’t even noticed they were there, and he looks very alarmed at the sight of all the heavily armed men.

 He’s a taller fellow, a long blue coat and red ascot standing out on top of relatively cheap looking clothes. He’s got the wisps of a small beard and mustache, and some of the heaviest eye bags he has ever seen on someone.

 “Link, you brought some friends?” His voice is hesitant, the underlying meaning clear. He’s making sure Wind wants to be with them- that the kid is safe with this group that could very easily be deadly mercenaries. Admirable, even if Warriors is certain he could toss the stringy man overboard without a second thought.

 He misses Wind’s response, but catches the new man’s next statement almost all too clearly. “You’re finally going to pay me back for dragging your butt halfway across the world? Found me some treasure?”

 Warriors almost intervenes, he’s known men who are only helpful as long as the rupee’s are flowing, and isn’t about to let Wind get caught up in that, but Wind just laughs. “I’ve got plenty of treasure- but like Farore’s backside am I sharing any of it with you, Linebeck.”

 So the mystery seaman has a name.

 “Then you better start paying me back by helping me sail to Molida Island, I’ve got plans to relax there after being on the open sea for weeks.”

 “Sail your own damn ship, freeloader!” Wind shouts as he climbs up Linebeck’s back onto his shoulders.

 “You’re the freeloader- making me worry about your disappearing and then just- what! Appearing in the ocean! And now with a bunch of mouths to feed! You’re lucky I stock extra rations or we’d all be eating Octorok.”

 “With how you cook, it may as well be.” Wind mutters, his arms around Linebeck’s neck. Warriors would find it sweet, but he’s not stupid. He’s been traveling with Wind long enough to know-

 Wind yanks the man’s ascot off, turning and sprinting below deck with it. Lineback spares them all a quick glance before chasing after him.

 Legend shuffles up neck to him with a snort, “Wind’s not normally this much of a handful. I have no idea how that guy managed to cart him across the sea like this.” His voice comes out tight.

 He opens his mouth to respond, but with silence that rings in the air now that Wind has gone below, he pulls his eyes down to take in Legend. He doesn’t know the full story, but the man is soaking wet and shaking far more than the warm sun should warrant. “Come on, let's get out of these wet clothes before we all catch a cold.” He slings a heavy arm across Legends shoulders and pushes him forwards.

 Legend moves with him all-too easily.

 Wind and Linebeck haven’t gone far, the ship is far too small for that. Below deck is one large room, sectioned off by hanging curtains. There are some hammocks on the left, a small kitchen area that is mostly storage barrels, a strange and clanking… machine puffing steam towards a porthole, and more barrels.

 Warriors is going to run with the assumption this man is a merchant of some kind, and not a pirate. He does not seem like he could hold himself in a fight, especially with the way Wind is running circles around him.

 He keeps moving towards the hammocks, “you said something about rations, Linebeck?”

 Linebeck stops his unsuccessful attempts at catching Wind, “yes, yes. I’ll grab you all something to eat. Once Link returns my-” His ascot is placed in his hand as Wind moves towards the barrels in the kitchen. “Make yourself at home, I guess, kid.”

 “You missed me, old man.” Wind says as he pops one of the barrels open. (Warriors thinks he’s the only one who noticed how Time looked up from removing his armor, but then he feels Legend stifle a laugh at his side. At least he’s present enough to pay attention to that, mean’s the panic attack isn’t too bad.)

 “At least you learned how to open a barrel properly in your time away from the greatest adventurer ever.”

 Wind glances up, eyebrows high on his face. "Do you want me to throw this against the wall?”

 “No! I don’t- it’s a barrel, it’s supposed to be reusable- put that down!”

 Warriors busies himself with changing into his spare tunic. Thank the goddess for waterproof enchantments. When he glances over the rest of the chain, he notices Wild has dressed himself in a blue coat that looks strikingly similar to what Linebeck has on, and promptly decides to ignore whatever he is whispering with Four about.

 That’s Twilight’s problem, he decides.

 Legend is struggling to unclasp the buckle of his sheath, fingers shaking a bit too much to get a good grip on the metal. Warriors shifts his body so he’s blocking Legend from the others and silently lifts his hands in an offering.

 When Legend looks up at him, he pinches his face but drops his hands. Warriors unbuckles it quickly, busying himself with pulling the sword out and wiping it dry with a rag while Legend finishes changing.

 He then begins work on his own sword, and when Legend sits down next to him, he offers him a spare rag. Legend gets to work on his shield. Warriors offers to dry everyone's gear, and everyone accepts, besides Time who refuses to make him painstakingly go through his armor and chainmail (which Warriors will not protest to), and Legend, who offers to help.

 “That was an unlucky portal.” He says, conversationally.

 Time hums, “or very lucky. We were close enough to Linebeck's ship to be found easily. And Wind seems very excited about seeing him again.”

 “I’m glad the kid had a companion on one of his adventures that wasn’t a boat- which I still don’t believe, for the record,” Warriors adds, “but it’s strange that he never brought him up.”

 Time nods, “did you hear when we first arrived, he said something about knowing it was real. I want to ask him about-”

 The second he feels Legend tense besides him, Warriors cuts Time off, “the kid probably just never said his name, now that I think about it. Besides, his business is his business.” Warriors glances at Time’s armor, “how do you clean the chainmail so thoroughly? I had the worst time of it during the war.”

 Time takes the topic change with grace, going on about his armor care as they work.

 When Legend falls asleep next to him, Warriors just pulls the rag out of his hands and lays a blanket over him. He shoots Time a glance, but the old man just smiles and continues working on his armor.

 How Legend can sleep through Wind and Wild’s shouting right across the room, he doesn’t know.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu #my fics

[skadiyoko]

Okay, like, Matt’s been in AH videos BEFORE he was even hired. Wasn’t the first Minecraft we saw him in Griffball? And everyone in AH immediately liked him bc he smacked Gavin? Like, we as a community knew axialmatt, and were excited when the guys played one of his maps! And then he and Jeremy (AH fan artist AND fan fiction extraordinaire) get hired to do their DREAM job! And I hate to say a good chunk of the community took a LONG time to warm up to them (especially Matt, but Ray leaving soon after they were hired I think really threw a wrench in things too), but eventually they got comfortable and clicked into their places in AH, and it was like they were there the whole time!

And especially recently, Matt specifically has been KILLING it! He’s so creative, and funny, and his humor is sarcastic and dry, but he’s GENUINELY so kind, you can just tell. Like, this sucks, everyone’s pissed, WB are burning their company to the ground and idk if RT has any way of getting out of there, but they really need to, bc this is only the beginning.

Challenge Accepted and the Randomizers are, imo, the best content in AH right now. I even watched the Raft series, even though I have no interest in that game, bc Matt kept me there! Shark mage was the best! I love the rest of the cast, I really do, but at this point in AH’s life, Matt and Michael are def my fav members. It just sucks, I’m taking it better than when Ray left (I was a damn mess through that;;), but maybe that’s bc he’s still PT? We’ll see how long that lasts, I’ve really been enjoying seeing him in Chilled’s Among Us lobbys, and if he had more time to devote to streaming, he’ll prob hang out with that crowd more, which would be awesome tbh.

Does anyone know if he has a YT VOD channel? I have a thing, I don’t know why, but I don’t like watching livestreams. They make me anxious for whatever reason;; So VODs are a lifesaver for me, so please let me know if you know! 🧡

And yeah, that’s my jumbled thoughts on the matter. WB is ruining RTAH, and it sucks to see, and I really, really, really hope they SOMEHOW get out of that company. Easier said than done, I know, but it just sucks to have had to see all of the obvious change they’ve had to go through since they were put under them, and are still going through. AH cast and content used to be so colorful and bright and happy, but as much as I enjoy how they’ve matured, and still have fun together, the contrast from the past, more care-free AH is drastic. The past however many years, it’s just noticeable how dark their spaces have been, like, it’s kind of dreary looking at them compared to, let’s say, their tiny OG office. Like, that room was always so full of life! And their past few spaces have just been… sad looking.. and also, they’re not quiet about scheduling. Matt and Michael talked about how Sarah had been breathing down their necks for like, half the Wind Waker randomizers bc they were taking too long, and every time they brought it up it bummed because out, bc I HATE they’re being rushed to make content! Idk who thought a Zelda randomizer was going to be less than like, 8 episodes anyway! But that just suggests to me they’re not enjoying playing the game as much as they could be, bc they’re being bitched at about it behind the scenes. Plus other random, too-businesslike things I smell just bc I’m an employee of a big business, and like, I can TELL they don’t have as much freedom as they should have, and it sucks.

like, I really don’t like getting into the “AH was better when it was just the OG cast 😤”, because those people annoy me (I don’t know why they just don’t stop watching if they just complain every video how they hate current AH? But that’s a can of worms I don’t want to open), BUT I do hate what big business has been doing to them, I hope Matt settles into the path that is right for him, the AH members someday gain their freedom back, and WB burns in hell. It’s 3:30am, I got a bit off track with this post, goodnight.

Edit:

After seeing more information come out, Big Yikes, looks like RT has been shitty even before WB sunk their claws in. I know back in 2013 they would make shitty, offensive jokes and call people babies for being upset when they were called out on them, but as I said before, one of the biggest things I’m thankful for is the vast majority of them [AH] have matured, and realized slurs aren’t funny. The community still, for the most part, gets on my nerves for MANY reasons, but I never get too into any kind of community anyway (so I can actually enjoy the media I’m consuming). All that being said, this looks like the beginning of a real big garbage fire, and I just hope all the good RT/AH people find their way to a happier life, and all the shitty assholes get what’s coming to them.

#achievement hunter #matt bragg #rtah #y’all I’m TIRED of big business #skadi says

[darbuckle21]

Need me? Beg

Info: fem reader-cussing- use of Y/N

“Prisoner 1035 be nice” the guard warns over the intercom. “I’m always nice sir” I smile at the camera In my cell. I hear the door open followed by footsteps. “Took me awhile to find you” Stark teases. “Well as you can see I’m a busy woman” I smile sarcastically waving my hands around my cell. “what do you want Stark” I smile looking him up and down. “Can’t I be here to visit an old friend?” He asks sticking his lip out pouting. “Not anymore, not after last time sorry Stark” back away returning to my previous position. “Is this all you do now? Yoga?” He teases clearly checking me out while I hold my plank. “What do you want?” I growl out annoyed. “I need your help” he mumbles. “What’s in it for me?” I huff still in a plank. “Your release” he smiles holding the key to my cell in hand. “Has it been that long that you’ve forgotten who your talking to?” I stand up walking closer to the bars. I reach into my pants pulling out the same key. “You can do better than that Stark” I tease. “Your really gonna make me say it” he huffs rolling his eyes while I nod. “Please I need you” he pleads. “Okay fine” I smile. ———————————————————————

“who’s she?” The man I recognize as War Machine asks Tony who smiles as he gestures for me to sit at the table full of hero’s. Namely The Black Panther,Vision, Black Widow, and War Machine or also known as the iron patriot. “This is my old friend Y/N also known as Lady Revenge” he explains as I smile coyly at the new faces. “She’s leveled entire hydra bases and killed countless of human traffickers, she was on the run for awhile before being caught by SHEILD and put in the raft” The red haired woman fills in a concerned War machine. “Ah so we fight one criminal with another, you are dumber than you look Stark” Black Panther teased causing me to laugh. I listen intently as Tony explains the plan and what happened before I arrived. The more I listen the more angry I become. He must be desperate if he thinks I would ever choose him over the real victim in this scenario. I bite my tongue though trying to make it less personal. This has nothing to do with me it’s just a favor for a friend. I tell myself as we prep for battle. ———————————————————————

“Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport, don’t you think that’s weird?” Stark asks the man I’ve come to know as Rhodey who replies with “definitely weird”. I smile as I float down landing on the ground with a wave. “Hear me out, Tony that doctor, the psychiatrist he’s behind all of this” Rodgers reasons as T’Challa jumps down joining us. “Captain” he greats and Rodgers turns replying “your highness”. Tony now impatient continues “anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in, that was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?” Captain only responds with “your after the wrong guy”. “Your judgement is askew, your old war buddies killed innocent people yesterday” Tony is now serious. “And there are five more just like him, I can’t let the doctor find him first, Tony. I can’t” he pleads. I bite my tongue as Natasha mutters “Steve, you know what’s about to happen, so you really wanna punch your way outta this one?” She asks pleading with his eyes. I grow more and more irritated by the second, these people don’t get it, maybe it was the fact I had similar things happen to me cause of Hydra. I don’t know whatever it is that separates me from them, it is making more irritated by the second they don’t understand. “God damn it, sorry Tony I really did try but” I smile sadly as I walkover to Rodgers side. “Fine, underoos!” Tony shouts a kid in a red suit webs Rodgers hands together causing the shield to fly in the air. The kid catches it landing on top of the helicopter. “Nice job kid!” Tony smiles. “Thanks, I could’ve stuck the landing a little better it’s just, new suit. Wait! It’s nothing Mr Stark! It’s perfect thank you!” Tony interrupts telling the kid they don’t need a conversation. “Okay, Cap- Captain! Lady Revenge! Big fan, I’m Spider-Man” he waves I smile waving back, poor kid doesn’t deserve to get sucked into all of this. “You’ve been busy” Captain informs dryly. “And you’ve been an idiot dragging in Clint, "rescuing Wanda" and now you have her” Tony scolds. “Look Tony, you don’t get it okay? I’ve been there! I’ve been trapped by them! You think I was born like this? A freak?!” I yell angrily.  Suddenly Captain lifts his tied hands and an arrow flys through then breaking them. Then a man in a metal suit appears out of nowhere grabbing the shield and returning it to Rodger. That’s when the fight breaks out. I have no idea what Captains plan is but I try holding off The spider kid. ———————————————————————“hi! I’m Y/N” I smile reaching back from the passenger seat holding out a hand to the unfamiliar guy in front of me. “James Barnes” he greats I smile. “You know we aren’t on the side of the law with this one?” Steve asks from the drivers side. “What else is new? You’d think they would thank me for what I did? I mean those hydra fuckers deserved it” I smile looking at him. “Where did Stark find you?” Steve asks smiling. “Raft” I giggle turning on the radio. “How do you guys know each other?” James questions. “Me and Tones? He’s Locked me up bunches it’s real fun” now the two men look a little frightened. “What did they do to you?” James sympathizes. “You know what they did, I can see it in your eyes” I reply dryly. “I’ve never been in a quinjet before” I smile to myself. “Steve? I don’t know if I’m worth all of this” the brunette questions. “What you did all of those years… it wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice.” The blonde comforts. “I know, but I did it” he replies glumly. I turn my seat facing him “I’ve only heard stories from my old cellmate back at the raft about you, he was obsessed with the howling commandos, but from what I’ve heard and from what I’ve seen you are a good guy, I know what it’s like you know? I’m not crazy” I finish the rest of the ride is silent until we get there. ———————————————————————

“how’ed it go?” Sam asks from his cell across from me. “We went to an abandoned Hydra facility long story short Tony showed up Steve and James Fought him but I couldn’t, turns out this mad man named Zemo was behind it all James and Steve ran leaving Tony for dead. I then helped Tony home and caught Zemo and get thrown in here” I finish. “Wow” Clint huffs. “Tell me about it, save the man you love get thrown in raft! At least I get the same cell” I giggle. Just then Tony walks in “if it isn’t Stark? Thought you locked us away and threw away the key?” Clint huffs. I turn away not looking at him, I cant not after what he did. “I’m sorry sweetheart, is that what you want me to say? Huh want me to beg again?” He pleads with me. I shake my head refusing to turn to face him. “No, I get it I understand your anger, he killed your parents, they left you for dead, but I didn’t okay? I love you Tony I always have and all I get back is this” I huff angrily. “I’m gonna get you out of here okay?” He pleads. “We both know they never could contain me” I huff. “I’m sorry, please forgive me?” Tony begs softly “You say that every time, this time Tony, im not listening!” I yell and he backs away before eventually leaving. He didn’t come back again after that no did. Until Steve walks right in breaking the walls of our cells freeing us.

#the avengers #avengers reader insert #tony stark #tony stark x reader #x reader

[oh-meow-swirls]

things that make 3 the best game:

lots of cool features added. the crank-a-kai system in 3 is better than in 1 and 2 (though also the darts suck), the new yo-kai searching minigame thingie is neat, the yo-kai vacuum cleaner is nice and the yo-kai drill and yo-kai blaster add unique mechanics (the drill leads to neat secrets), i could probably go on.

all of the new characters are great. as is to be expected nate's bbq classmates/friends n hailey's classmates are pretty underdeveloped but they seem neat from what we see of them. and of course, hailey n buck are the stars of the show here. they're both great n make both stories equally fun. usapyon's also great, i KNOW he debuted in blasters but his personality is extremely different there- the weakest of the new characters are probably blunder n folly since they basically don't do anything for the whole game except inexplicably act like they're plot important when they're not but even they can be neat n there's funni comedy with them at least.

blasters t is fun. it's hell but it's fun.

the story's great too. there being two different stories for most of the game is a really interesting idea, though it can also be annoying if you want to progress one story but can't because you need some fancy that! issue you get in hailey's story as nate or something dumb like that. why's all the story linking hailey doing things n then getting stuff done as nate i only just realized that what the fuck. anyways.

there's soooooo much content. both in the main game and the post-game. the main game alone took me like, a week to complete, whereas my playthroughs of 1 and 2 take like, four days at most (2 has added time from grinding for dame dedtime so ignoring that). and i'm STILL going through the post-game. there's so many post-game quests and other fun things you can do, like going to bbq as hailey (which is useless. she can't go on the raft or do zombie night or anything. she's limited in things she can do in bbq but nate can do everything in springdale) n also just the stuff you'd expect from yo-kai watch's post-game.

did i mention that hailey n buck are amazing n that i love them. best yo-kai watch characters apart from jibanyan.

oh also nate, hailey n buck being besties is amazing. nate getting friends who can also see yo-kai n who aren't his dead grandpa is great good for him he deserves it.

i can't decide if the length is good or bad. i guess i already mentioned how long it is. i have like 100 hours of playtime and i've only finished two blasters t dungeons what will my playtime be like once i finish blasters t and the post-game and everything-

nate, hailey n buck being besties is so great that it gets to be a bullet point twice over. they're so fucking stupid together i love them. there is a single braincell n nate n buck share it n hailey never gets it.

oh also hailey high-key has adhd n autism i made a whole essay about that. the points were like. 1. her interests are v intense (like hyperfixations/special interests). 2. she's v hyper seemingly both physically n mentally (the h in adhd stands for hyperactivity so). n 3. she is seemingly not very great at socializing but also idk how much of that's actually canon n how much of it is me projecting sdklfjklfsdjfds-

i mean i feel like you could make some sort of argument for most yo-kai watch characters being neurodivergent in some shape, way or form. though i'm saying this as a neurodivergent person who ends up headcanoning like every character i like as neurodivergent n has no idea how neurotypicals work so- i high-key accidentally made katie neurodivergent in my rewrite ngl i've just accepted it at this point.

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #yw3 #how much of this is a shitpost vs not? idk you tell me #if you couldn't tell i like hailey n buck slkdfjkdflsjfkljfds #wish there was more of nate hailey n buck being dumbasses together in the post-game #four or smth chapters of it isn't enough #the post-game's dumbassery between them is just like. during the tower of zenlightenment #n that's really only during the first time you do it seemingly- #i tried it a second time n there was basically no dialogue #it was really boring- #maybe there's just less dialogue if you play as nate fsdjfdkjsflkfsjd

[am-artist]

the wilds s2 finale thoughts im mad these seasons are so short

ok damn with the future flashes ??

shelby looks great. TONI also looks great. one of the perks of the setting is that the girls with makeup on do look aged up from the island.

i find it hard to believe that shoni are permanently broken up until post island though

oh not fucking gretchen again. why is she not dead.

thank fuck it was a dream!

girlies finally realizing leah is not insane at all.

kind of wish shelby had told fatin about the ship thing instead of defaulting to toni but oh well. fatin in trees now!

“ditto bitch different her” ????????? is she saying this to shelby or about leah??? hello??

that tree is very climbable

is martha not in interviews bc shes still catatonic?? ahhhh

um this fatin & leah moment… GIRLS???? if they make them happen next season wow

honestly if we get both girl pairs and like one guy pair to be fair i would be very pleased. lgbt island

the helicopter makes so much make sense bc i was wondering how the girls wouldnt move beyond certain beats (leah not learning about fatin’s discoveries, shoni breakup) but if now is when they get sent off to interviews…. i get it

the boys being so fractured and isolated makes total sense but hurts. raf and henry bonding is very cute tho even if its over fucking seth.

i love kirin and ivan im sorry!!!! frisbee bonding excellence. i keep saying they could be excellent team parents if they tried

ooooofffff course seth’s stupid ass brings back the boat to play hero bc he Needs to be the Good Guy. jesus

kirin and seth seems like a recipe for disaster.

okay raf makes sense but i do wish ivan somehow went with because to be fair he is a fairly good peacemaker + the comedic potential of him and kirin stuck in a raft at sea together is too good

literally what is seth’s plan even. i mean theyre all stupid for rushing off aimlessly but what is his plan. “was this like fucking stupid” um yes

if seth doesnt drop the jocular act i SWEAR TO FUCK i am going to kill him.

nevermind kirin will

oh raf is going to beat seth’s ass. deserved

not more gretchen i cannot. s3 murder gretchen as genderless bonding arc

“you’re stronger now” well for starters rachel is missing a hand

leah baby i love you. a winner truly.

this leah montage!!!!

ok the fatin leah reunion really got me. my bestieeeees……….

omg crossover event. why am i getting so hyped for this meeting of groups

ugh gretchen do not ruin this for me

raf and leah i do love.

oh did all the researchers run off??? s3 dual island survival mode???? FUN

loser mom loser son moment. also dont care about this evil scientist faceoff.

PEOPLE on the inside? multiple? is shelby meant to be who we suspect?

seth is so incredibly annoying

oh season three cannot come soon enough

#the wilds #the wilds s2 #the wilds spoilers #THIS IS SO FUNNNNNN

[chaolie]

Fundy Week, Day 5 - Rivier/Sea

...Yeah, this is a little late... but in my defense, I was very busy learning how to lockpick? Except I still can't do it. But hey, does that really matter? At least I had fun AND I finished another thing for @fundyfiles' event! You can also read this one on my Ao3, of course!

Oh also remember, the memories of Fundy's childhood aren't in order, so Sally is present and okay in this chapter! The parts with Yogurt are, though, so now they're in LN!

[Last chapter] [Next chapter] <- Not yet

Words: 2.2k

Characters: Fundy, Wilbur, Sally, Yogurt

Summary: Fundy and Wilbur build a raft so that they can greet Sally just as her ship gets closer to the shore, and the fox kit finally understands why his mother loves the sea so much. Yogurt can't seem to comprehend the "big, salty lake", not to mention the idea of building something over it. Won't it sink? Fundy decides that building a tiny raft is the best way to prove that some things can float.

“Can you pass me some string?” Wilbur held his hand out.

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded, running over to the bag they brought and searching it for the item. He quickly retrieved it and carried it over to his father.

“Perfect!” the man hummed, using it to secure the wood. “Now we just need a few more planks and we can test it!” he promised.

Fundy couldn’t help but feel excited as he ran over to the pile of wood they collected, they could test it in a moment! He made sure to pick out the longest, most sturdy-looking planks he could find and dragged them over to Wilbur’s side. His father smiled and helped him to set them down before taking one of them and putting it on top of their contraption.

“Alright, can you hold it down here?”

They were building a raft, and so far it seemed very fun.

A raft seemed like the perfect way of greeting Sally when she came back from another sail out into the sea. They’d just get onto their little “ship” and slowly drift down the river until they reach the open waters, and then greet her even before she gets to land! It seemed like the ideal plan, and Fundy couldn’t wait for it to truly start.

“...I think we’re done here!” Wilbur announced. He carefully pushed up the raft and turned it over before moving it to the river. “Do you want to test it first?”

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded, and if his father didn’t catch him in time, he would’ve jumped onto it.

“Hey, hey, we need to be careful. No jumping, okay?” the man warned. Fundy’s face scrunched up into an annoyed frown, but he still nodded. “Thank you,” Wilbur smiled again, and gently placed him on the raft. “Does it seem sturdy to you?”

“Yeah!” Fundy confirmed with a nod. To prove that, he decided to stomp on it a couple of times.

“No-” Wilbur gasped, but the raft didn’t break into pieces from that. He breathed a sigh of relief. “...Okay. Looks like it’s sturdy. Move over, I’ll try to get on, too.”

After grabbing the paddles they prepared before making the raft, Wilbur carefully climbed over onto the wood. While it seemed to dent slightly under his weight, it stayed together and continued to float. Slowly, the man made himself more comfortable, and then rested one of the paddles against the sand.

“Is my little champion ready to sail?” he asked. Fundy nodded with a grin and grabbed onto the paddle as well.

“Ready!”

“Alright, we’re pushing at three. One, two… three!”

On count, they used the paddle to push themselves further from land, so that the current of the river would start to slowly carry them in the right direction. The sudden motion rocked the raft quite a bit and splashed some water onto them, but it was still not enough to break it apart. That fact didn’t stop Wilbur from grabbing his son just in case, the last thing he wanted was for the fox kit to fall out or something- As Fundy giggled to himself and tried to get out of his father’s grasp to walk closer to the edge, it became very apparent that he trusted their little invention to stay afloat much more.

The trouble started only when they reached the sea.

It wasn’t immediately obvious, but the further from land they got, the bigger the waves were. They rocked their little raft, splashed salty water on them, made it harder to stay reasonably close to the beach… And to Wilbur’s dismay, he heard the wood start to creak dangerously. He looked back at the land, wondering if they’d be able to paddle back to it or if they’d need to swim- If Fundy could even swim that far, that was. When he turned back to face the open sea, the wave in front of them seemed higher than any other one.

“Oh sh-” he stopped himself from swearing and grabbed his son. He lifted him up just in case their raft was about to break from the impact, but it didn’t. It got absolutely soaked, though. At first, Fundy giggled.

“...It’s wet?” he noticed suddenly. Just as if to answer him, another wave hit their raft, and more water spilled over their ‘deck’. It also washed away their paddle, and now even the fox kit seemed uneasy.

“I’m sure it’s fine!” Wilbur was quick to reassure him. “A little bit of water never hurt anyone, right?”

“...Yeah!” Fundy nodded, and a grin returned to his face. Wilbur looked back at the land again, trying to figure out what was the safest way to it- “Dad, look!” Fundy squealed suddenly.

Wilbur looked, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

A ship just appeared from behind a part of the land that previously hid it, and they both easily recognized it as the one Sally was supposed to be on. Fundy started to flail his arms in order to get its attention, so Wilbur held him up higher and enjoyed the comfort that came with the realization that they wouldn’t need to swim. As if to make that feeling even stronger on purpose, someone on the ship’s deck pushed a small rowboat into the water and jumped into it. A very familiar woman with long, red hair.

“Mum!” Fundy called out to her, and she waved in their direction. Before they knew it, she was almost next to them.

“What are you two doing out here?” she asked with a confused smile on her face.

“Well, we wanted to greet you, so we built this raft!” Wilbur explained.

“Oh wow, you two made it? It’s… great,” Sally said, glancing down at their contraption.

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded. If Wilbur wasn’t still holding him up, he probably would’ve noticed that the raft was partially submerged already. 

“Do you want to go on the bigger boat?” Sally offered, patting the side of her rowboat. She was so close that the raft seemed almost within her reach.

“That’s a great idea!” Wilbur nodded stiffly. He moved ever so slightly in her direction and held Fundy out. Sally gently took the fox kit out of his hands and set him down in her boat.

“Here, make yourself comfortable,” she smiled before holding her hand out for Wilbur. The man was quick to grab it, and by the time she pulled him closer to the rowboat and tried to get him on board too, the raft already disappeared beneath the waves.

“Oohh, it’s cold,” Wilbur shivered, but with Sally’s help, the water never reached past his hips. The woman stifled a laugh.

“It is,” she agreed. “That’s how the sea usually is. I’m impressed you two went so far out,” she added with a nod. 

“We didn’t plan to,” Wilbur admitted, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

“But the raft was good!” Fundy chimed in, and both of his parents spared a look at where it was floating just moments ago.

“...I’m sure it was,” Sally answered after the short pause. “Now, who wants to help me row this boat? We won’t get to land by just talking here.”

Silently, Wilbur took one of the paddles in the boat and turned to face the land. The faster they’d reach it, the better.

***

Fundy… expected this, sure, but not to that extent!

It’s been at least 10 minutes since he and Yogurt got to the coast of Las Nevadas and stopped by the sea, and his son still hadn’t stopped staring at the water. Fundy tried to be patient, give the fox kit enough time to comprehend the sight, and realize it was really close to the lake they lived by, just… bigger, saltier, and with waves. Now he was starting to think that Yogurt just wouldn’t arrive at that conclusion anytime soon.

“...So,” he broke the silence, and the fox kit seemed almost-startled. “I was thinking, we can build a yacht here! Then we could just live in it. Wouldn’t that be fun?” he asked. Yogurt stayed quiet for a moment, and Fundy noticed him sneaking a couple more glances at the water.

“...Yacht?” he repeated after a moment.

“Yeah, a yacht! It’s like a boat, but bigger! And not… the kind of boat you’re thinking about. Not the- the ones we make from just five planks, but it works even better!” he explained. “So we’d just make a yacht right there, and-” he motioned briefly to the deeper part of the water, and his son looked shocked.

“No!” he interrupted. He seemed to be looking for the right way to get his point across, so Fundy didn’t question his reaction out loud just yet. Eventually, the fox kit grabbed a fistful of sand, walked over to the water, and dropped it. Unsurprisingly, it sank.

“Oh. Oh, no, no, a yacht won’t sink like that!” Fundy assured. “Not everything sinks! Remember when we swam in the lake by our cottage? We didn’t sink!” he pointed out. For a split second, Yogurt seemed convinced. Then, he seemed even more confused.

“...Yacht… legs?” he asked. Right. When they were swimming in the lake, they had to swim. Fundy sighed, and accepted that it was on him for picking that as his example.

“No,” he clarified. “Yachts don’t have legs, because they don’t swim. They float,” he explained. The fox kit was quick to counter him by putting another fistful of sand into the water to prove that things didn’t just float. “Yeah, but-” Fundy paused. “...You know what? Why don’t I just show you? Come on!”

The fox hybrid got up from the sand and gestured for the fox kit to follow him as he started the climb up the steep, sandy hill to where they left their things. He made sure to keep an eye on his son while they climbed, he didn’t want him to just slip and fall back down… With how Yogurt decided that the best way to climb was to use his hands as well, that didn’t seem to be an issue, though. Before they knew it, they reached the top and stopped by the chests with the things they brought.

“Alright, we’ll need some wood, string, a couple of sticks…” Fundy named, opening the first chest and searching it for the items.

While it took looking through almost all of the chests, he finally managed to gather everything he needed and brought it back down to the beach, all while Yogurt followed him around, confused yet undeniably curious. In the meantime, the older fox hybrid did his best to remember how exactly he and his father built their little raft all those years ago. The memory was a bit foggy, and he couldn’t quite tell how much of it was influenced by his imagination, but he was pretty sure he managed to recall all the basics. A good start, and it had to be enough.

“Okay, so,” he clapped his hands together and proudly looked at everything he gathered. “Now, we’re going to build a raft! It’s not a boat, but I promise, it’ll float!” he explained before he grabbed some wood and started to lay it out in the right shape. Curiously, Yogurt moved closer to see better. “Do you want to help?”

“...Yeah!” the fox kit nodded after a moment of consideration. Fundy placed a plank in front of him.

“Hold it down while I tie it to the wood, okay? We’ll need to do that a few times,” he explained, and Yogurt carefully put some weight on the plank. “Yeah, just like that!”

A couple layers of wood later, the raft looked sturdy enough to go on the water. Just in case, Fundy still secured it with a bit more string and double-checked every important part, but it honestly seemed finished. Yogurt was starting to grow a bit impatient to see the results of their work, too, so he decided to stop wasting time and test it out for the first time. He sat down, rolled up his pants, and walked into the water. He confidently grabbed the raft and flipped it over before pulling it into the sea, too, moving it just a few steps away from the land.

Yogurt already seemed amazed by the sight.

“See? It floats!” Fundy exclaimed triumphantly, and patted it a few times. It rocked a bit, but stayed afloat, and his son nodded slowly. “And you wanna see the best part?”

“Yeah!” Yogurt agreed, and Fundy walked back to the land and motioned for him to come closer. The second he was within reach, Fundy picked him up.

“It still floats…” he started while he carried Yogurt over to the raft, the fox kit giggling quietly in his arms. “...When someone’s on it!” he finished, placing him down.

“Whoa…” he said quietly, looking around as if to check if the raft wasn’t secretly connected to anything. Fundy stayed in the water and held it in place to make sure it didn’t float too far out, but other than that, it only made contact with the sea.

“...So, about that yacht…” his dad said eventually, getting Yogurt's attention again. “Would you like to live in a giant floating house?”

“Yeah!” he nodded swiftly, and Fundy smiled. He had a feeling that the raft would be the best way to explain the idea.

#fundyweek2022 #fundy #c!fundy #wilbur soot #c!wilbur soot #sally the salmon #yogurt dy #yogurt dsmp #my writing

[igniida]

@unblot/Salem is looking for their family: ( message to : idia )  where are you and ortho?

( message to : idia )  you didn’t come back after your club meeting.

salem doesn’t usually message idia like this, preferring to talk to him in person. however they’d already been to his room to look for him, only to find neither brother there. if it was just that maybe salem would’ve left it alone. but the frantic whispers they’ve heard today. intruders broke through the barrier. people have been getting kidnapped. could idia have?…

( message to : idia )  are you safe?

It all happened so fast. One minute Idia’s attending club activities the day as typical as any. Azul is annoying him over what game to play, refusing anything that he can’t win, the next STYX bots are breaking in, taking Azul away and Idia is following them. He can’t even remember getting home. He knows he rode home with everyone else who was taken but he doesn’t remember the trip. Just getting on a waiting ship, sitting down and then he’s here. He’s dressed in his work uniform, one of the other scientists is debriefing him. He can’t remember what exactly they said only retaining the information when it needs to be regurgitated again to someone else out of the know. It feels like he’s a spirit outside his own body, watching himself act and move without his own permission. At points he hears himself wondering why he’s doing this. Why didn’t he stay at the school? He could have left this for his parents to deal with. He could have stayed with Salem and everything would be okay now.

Salem. He keeps thinking about them. His mind focused on other things, focused on working and doing what he must. But he can’t get them out of his thoughts. What would they say now? If they were here, if they saw him, how would they react? It doesn’t matter, he reminds himself. They’re not here, they’ll never BE here. They are from a completely different world. A world Idia thought he could be a part of. Something happy, something better, full of flowers and life. A place where he had people that loved him, cared for him, wouldn’t let him die alone. But that was just the wants of a childish mind. A mind that had almost forgotten where he’d come from. He was not meant for happiness, not meant for a life among the living. His life was here among the sterile, the lifeless, the dead.

For a moment as he reads over their messages he thinks of tossing off his uniform. Telling everyone he was done, he was out. He didn’t want this.He didn’t want to control the gates or work for his family or be the reason his brother died. He wants more, better, he wants a life. But he can’t do that. He knows he can’t. This is his place in life, his fate that he cannot escape from. No matter how hard he tries to hide from it fate will always find him again and it will drag him back. He can control one thing though. He can keep Salem away, he can give them what he could never have. A life of freedom, of choice and life.

[To Sunshine 🌻]: we’re fine [To Sunshine 🌻]: had some stuff 2 deal w [To Sunshine 🌻]: dont think well b coming back 2 school 4 a bit

There’s a pause as he reads his own messages. He can still hold onto them, cling to them like a drowning victim clings to life raft. He doesn’t have to let them go. If he just ends it here, let Salem know they’re okay, let them continue waiting for him. Waiting for a dead man. They don’t deserve that. Always holding onto a hope that doesn’t exist. They deserve better, they deserve the freedom Idia can’t have.

[To Salem]: dont wait for us [To Salem]: delete this number.

#unblot #✘ 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓘 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 ✘ SALIDE / Unblot #✘ in character ✘ #V; 3rd Year #((IMSORRY DOVE #I COULDVE RESPONDED TO OUR FIRST DATE ASK #BUT INSTEAD IM SITTING HERE SOBBING OVER THIS AND IM GONNA MAKE YOU SOB OVER IT TOO #THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE HAD INSPO/MUSE FOR THIS ASK AND HAD TO GET IT OUT #Remember the breakup fake out tho? hahaha FUCK)) #disassociation tw