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nogenderbee · 8 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello! May I request Lucifer, Solomon, Barbatos, and Simeon with a s/o who's a master at textile design?

I can't help but imagine how grateful Lucifer would be if they tailored him 5 different suits.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii! Yeah of course! Not really sure about it, the first 2 chars at least but... I really hope you'll like it at least a little bit nonetheless!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Lucifer is indeed so so glad for your tailoring skills

✧ do you know how many suits of his are devasted because of his brothers antics and how many of his suits got holes in them because 2 of his brothers decided to cut holes in them one day?

✧ and if you agree to fix that for him, he'd be even more glad, you'll literally have his gratitude and special treatment!

✧ and he's definitely gonna try watching over his brothers to not use you too much... but then again, he'd probably be doing that himself!!

✧ the second you stop minding and asking you to sew something becomes neutral... be ready to be given those tasks more often... here curtain needs some fixing, here another cloth, here tablecloth, really anything!!

✧ he may accidentally give you too much so feel free to tell him about it! You already did enough so he'll accept it and try to not give you this much at once again

"Y/N, could I ask you to fix another suit for me? Allow me to explain... Satan and Belphie thought it was amazing idea to..."

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✧ Barbatos is a bit similar to Lucifer... but at least more gentler and understanding

✧ trust me, he knows how having too much on your head is like so he won't ever do it to the one's he cares about

✧ he doesn't even come to you with his own clothes! He literally will ask you to sew a curtain or something and not to save money, but because event is coming and service is getting late...

✧ you'll most likely have to tell him you can handle more work because otherwise, he's a bit too scared to overwork you... especially that you're human so your limit must be way lower than his!

✧ I have a feeling like he can sew himself but sometimes just doesn't have time for it... so that's when you come in! But mostly, you'll get the "I can do it myself in free time but thank you" answer

✧ if anything, he'd be more interested in you designing textiles! It's obviously most important part, so he'll honestly have lot of respect for what you do! Even if your work doesn't match his style... he'll still support you in what you do

"I'm sorry for interrupting you but may I ask you to fix this for me? I apologize if it's too much, I can explain everything in 10 minutes... I only need to finish few tasks first."

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✧ I feel like Solomon saw many who could sew and even tried that himself! He just never got that skill somehow and always ends up poking needle against his finger but accident... which leads to him eventually dropping whatever he was trying to sew

✧ but he can't decline it's useful skill so when he sees that his lover can do that, he's more than happy to watch you!

✧ but he does get nervous sometime that you'll also hurt yourself with a needle... which leads to him distracting you from time to time unfortunely...

✧ believe me, he has many clothes that need to be tailored but he never really had time to give that to someone or skill to do that himself! So if you notice that and offer to tailor one of his clothes... he'll pull out pile of many others... GOOD LUCK

✧ basically, he's just gonna be impressed and concerned... but if you decide to teach him... he'll be more than happy!

✧ he may actually not get it as easily as you'd want him to but a bit of more patience and he'll get it eventually

"Hey watch out! You'll hurt your-... Oh... well I guess your fingers are skilled enough to avoid it... well that's impressive... Would you mind sharing this little secret with me?"

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✧ Simeon maybe doesn't have too much experience with simple sewing, but he seems like the kind of person who'd enjoy embroidery!

✧ and those two are close enough + he most likely can sew basic things like fixing clothes, so you actually for few topics

✧ when he discovers you're tailor and textile designer, he'd be actually more interested in second part, just because he already knows enough about first part

✧ he'd be happy to see your scratches compared to the final product or maybe even see some materials used in actual clothes if you have some

✧ it's most likely first time he sees someone doing that with so much passion so he'll definitely listen to all of your possible rambles

✧ in fact, instead of just nodding, he also asks to the questions to show you how interested he is!

✧ but like mentioned before, he can only see simple things so when he sees you seeing clothes, he's also really impressed! And most likely will ask if he can watch you work, to both learn something maybe and watch over you so you won't hurt yourself accidentally

"This is the first design? Wow... it's not even slightly similar to finished product... but it also had a potential... what if you release it but with few adjustments, since it didn't suit you in the first place? For example..."

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clowningaroundmars · 25 days

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morales twins hcs

i'm absolutely in love with the idea of miles42 and miles1610 being twins, i'm so glad most of the fandom has basically adopted 42 lmao

some of my own twins headcanons, just random stuff to add onto other ppls hcs ive seen:

☆ 42 loves his mamí absolutely but def acts the most like his dad, and haaaates when anyone points it out. it's the most obvious when 42 gets mad, he sounds EXACTLY like his father then lol

☆ in fact, the twins polar opposite personalities is probs bc 1610 takes after his mom's temperament more, while 42 is as stoic, stubborn and slightly dorky as his dad is

☆ whenever the boys made each other cry (by accident or otherwise) they did the typical little kid thing and tried immediately comforting the other. now that they're older 1610 handles his emotions better and is mature when talking about them, but 42 is the one who comforts 1610 more often

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☆ as well as staying on top of his academics, 42 also plays basketball and trains in a couple martial arts studios after school. 1610 is taller than 42 bc of the spider bite but 42 has always been slightly bigger and more muscular than 1610 since he's the athlete. whenever the family attends 42's boxing matches, jeff gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu from back when he attended his own brother's matches before

☆ they both got thru school p okay, not many incidents of bullying mostly bc if anyone did try, 42 would put a stop to that nonsense immediately. 42 loves his bro with his whole heart and was glad to pick a fight with anyone who gave him any trouble at all. the whole neighborhood knew it too bc the only person allowed to bully 1610 is 42 himself!

☆ in fact, 42 doesn't win the lottery to enter visions in the first place, which saddened both brothers when they found out. so because they're at separate schools now, 42 makes sure his twin knows that if any fuckery is afoot at visions that he'd be more than happy to roll up and dogwalk any fool who tries it. 1610 laughs him off but knows his bro has got his back for sure

☆ 42 likes to pretend 1610 is the nerdy one, but they are both very big anime and manga nerds. every time they hit up any bookstore, they both make a beeline for the manga section and argue over who's gonna read the newest one first (they have to share cuz those books cost some moneeyyyy, man)

☆ 1610 and 42 love their uncle to pieces, OFC. they both pick up separate traits from him, even. 42 was inspired to start martial arts and boxing from watching videos on old digital cameras that aaron hung onto thru the years. they were of a much younger aaron back in his boxing days, when his family went to his matches and recorded them from the seats. 1610 was inspired to pick up graffiti and then even started doodling in notebooks bc of aaron

☆ 1610 is def the social butterfly and easily the most popular kid on the block by virtue of how friendly and outgoing he is. 42 is more introverted and keeps a small circle of friends, but everyone is cool with him nonetheless since they fuck with his twin bro

☆ since 42 stays at home the most (lol he a homebody) he picks up cooking much better than 1610 thanks to him staying in the kitchen to help his mom make dinner while they watch telenovelas together. 42 also knows how to dance bachata and salsa much better than 1610 too

☆ both twins love physics and math but 42 is more hardware-inclined. 1610 is about software, data, and formulas. 42 is good at taking things apart, putting things together, building and engineering. he kinda takes after his uncle aaron that way, and drove his parents nuts as a lil kid when he got his hands on radios, computers, clocks, etc

☆ 1610 loves softer brighter music like JID, steve lacy, smino, frank ocean, kid cudi, post malone, and nujabes. 42 is always bumping harder shit like pop smoke, waka flocka, zillakami, three 6 mafia, benny the butcher and some oldies like paul wall, wu tang clan, biggie smalls, MF DOOM and big KRIT. they tease each other's music tastes a lot since they're polar opposites in almost every way

☆ they actually have a shared playlist where they add new music they like (probs on some e-1610 spotify or soundcloud equivalent since everything is slightly skewed on e-1610 tbh). both of them check it periodically, and 42 is the more frequent contributor

☆ they both make art but 1610 is the artsier kid for sure. 42 doodles occasionally but he's not as enthusiastic about it as his twin is. they both go around the city tagging walls whenever they have any free time, though. 1610 loves colors, expressive styles and is good at coming up with cool ways to draw text. 42's lines, accuracy and technical skill can never be beat

☆ 1610 has superpowers, sure, but his fighting skills are trash! 42 was always the scrappy one, not 1610, so he shows his twin how to properly throw punches and other useful fighting knowledge. it def comes in handy in the future

☆ jeff loves his sons to death but he often finds himself butting heads the most with 42 since they're so similar, it kinda drives them both nuts. it def gets worse once aaron starts gossiping abt what jeff used to be like when they were kids, giving 42 plenty of ammo. they love each other but their relationship is just as complicated as it is between jeff and 1610, and 42 would be lying if he said he wasn't affected by the rift between his dad and uncle himself

☆ the minute the twins turn 16, 42 goes out and gets his drivers license on the first try (computer quiz AND road test aced) and rubs it in 1610's face almost constantly. 1610 likes to throw back that there's no parking space for another car on their block, so he can't even get his own car even if he wanted to anyways

☆ whenever the boys really fight, the whole city seems to know. they squabble a lot obvi, they're brothers. but the very few times they've given each other the silent treatment like for real, everyone in the family tries to get them to make up since it's unsettling to see two peas in a pod be so hostile with each other

☆ and since they've always been attached at the hip, 1610 being enrolled into visions felt. weird. everyone thought 1610 was gonna take it the hardest but surprisingly 42 had a harder time adjusting since he always saw his bro in the hallways at school, and was so used to him knowing the latest gossip of anybody in their grade. without 1610 around as often, 42 becomes even more withdrawn than usual

rio looks up from the pot suddenly, glancing at the time. dinner was almost ready and she… hadn't seen not hide nor tail of her son this evening. he returned home from school a couple hours earlier, choosing to skip going to his boxing class to shut himself in his room.

fine. teenagers can be moody sometimes and rio would rather keep her moody son at home where she can keep an eye on him, rather than worry about what he's getting up to on the streets.

strange thing is, though... rio hadn't heard a single noise come out of that room all night. 42 usually liked to have at least some music playing, maybe video game noises out of his nintendo... oh, what was it called again? whatever, that nintendo thing he played on sometimes.

rio placed the lid on the pot and lowered the flame a bit before making her way over to her twin sons' bedroom door, hesitating a bit when she noticed no light was filtering out from the bottom either. okay... that was weird, too. neither of her sons ever went to bed before dinner. ever.

the one time rio dared to try and send her sons to bed without dinner years ago-- as punishment for fighting right there in the kitchen that time-- both twins hollered so loud they got concerned knocks on their front door from various different neighbors. never again, rio remembered thinking that time.

now, the bedroom door stands oddly quiet and completely hollow without any signs of life behind it. rio knocked anyways, hoping against hope itself that 42 didn't go ahead and sneak out of the house without her knowledge. if he did sneak out, he's grounded for 3 months, rio thinks to herself mostly as reassurance. she nervously picks at a nail and strains to hear anything behind the wood.

she thinks she hears a groan and decides to try her luck by slowly opening the door. hopefully he's not in there... y'know, doing teenage boy things, either. dios mío.

rio swings the door open to...

...a completely pitch-black room, save for the sliver of streetlight filtering in past a crack in the window curtains and casting an eerie yellow glow on anything it could touch. it is cold, and also deathly quiet.

rio is shocked.

she walks over to the right side of the room where 42's bed is pushed up against the corner, next to the windows. on that bed lies a big lump, buried under several layers of blankets. the lump stirs.

rio crosses her arms. "mijo, mi amor. are you sleeping? …pero qué te pasa, papí?"¹

42 rolls onto his back and glares sleepily at his concerned mother standing at his bedside. it's dark in the room, but rio's face is illuminated by the living room lights pouring in from the open door. she's wearing a tilted smile, but coupled with the worry lines on her forehead, it isn't fooling anyone.

42 slowly closes his eyes, chin still under the covers, and lets out the most world-weary sigh rio has ever heard coming out of someone as young as him. if it weren't coming from her own son, she might have even laughed.

she immediately sits down, lifting the cover off of 42's chin to check his temperature all over his face. he tries to wriggle away.

"maaaaaa, stop..." he grumbles, trying to pull the covers up higher over his head. "'m not sick, mamí, forreal… chill."

rio leans on a hand. "¿si no 'ta enfermó pues qué es?² what's wrong?"

42 doesn't answer for a bit and rio exhales through her nose. " 'moré, what are you doing in this pitch-black room all by yourself? no light, no music, no nothing. what's wrong? you look like you're on a death bed!"

42 finally opens his eyes again, and blinks a few times as he says, "nothing, ma. seriously, i'm just... tired. that's all. i'm fine."

"you don't look 'fine' 42, you look like 2 seconds away from flatlining."

another sigh from the boy. rio rolls her eyes and places her hand on his forehead again, then strokes his cheek.

"is it 1610? hmm?" rio asks 42. she asks so unbelievably gently, as if by only mentioning his brother's name she would shatter something in the room. a mirror or something.

42's heart clenches at the love and care his mother is showing around this particular topic. it was true, and he couldn't even deny it. having 1610 in the house less and less every week, not seeing him in the hallways at their local high school, receiving sparser and shorter replies to his texts... it was all building up in his chest and the dam was pretty close to bursting. especially now as his mom was lovingly stroking his cheek as she checked in with him. how embarassing. rio wouldn't see him cry, not right now. he closed his eyes and willed the tears away, for her sake.

miraculously, 42's voice didn't crack or waver when he said, "yeah. yeah, i miss 'im."

rio crooned something saccharine in spanish and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. she saw right through his cold tough guy act, as expected. with how much of a mama's boy 42 was, it would've been impossible not to. they spent way too much time together for her to miss how he dragged his feet getting ready for school in the mornings, how he's been skipping martial arts and basketball practice more often lately, and how unenthusiastic he's been in general.

rio chuckles as she lays her cheek on 42's forehead for a second before sitting back up. "ay, bendito. 42, you know your brother is just down a few blocks from here. why don't you go visit him soon?"

42 shuffles under the covers. he's unsure if he should even admit this, but he proceeds anyways. "uhm. he's not answering my texts lately, so." he feels strangely guilty about this, like he just snitched on his twin somehow even though he has no reason to suspect that at all.

rio sighs and looks off into the distance, bracing herself for what she's about to say. she looks back down. "yeah. i know. he doesn't answer mine, either. i was hoping he was talking to you, but... well. "

something in 42 stirs a bit. "i bet he thinks he's in some fancy private school, around rich kids, now he's too good for us," it's a weak attempt at a joke, but rio smiles down at him anyways.

"don't worry. the second he gets home this weekend, he's on house arrest. okay? he's gonna be chained to you the whoooole time. and i'm keepin' watch."

it's not much, but 42 still takes that little bit of hope and holds it gently in his mind.

"the second he walks through that door, i'm tackling him. i don't care." 42 smiles at the thought.

rio laughs, kisses his forehead again and stands up. "dinner is almost ready, by the way." she gives him a look. "you better eat with me tonight, because your brother is at school and your dad is doing overtime tonight. okay? okay."

42 sighs deeply to wake himself up a bit more as he sits up and scratches at his durag. "yeah, yeah. 'm comin', ma!"

¹ "but what is going on with you, papí?" (papí being a common term of affection for a boy in spanish, it doesn't always mean "dad" lol)

² "if you're not sick, then what is it?"

☆ until they get "too old" for halloween, the morales twins ALWAYS wear matching costumes. every year. every single year, no matter what. what they usually end up wearing changes every year and they aaaaaalways argue over it, of course. notable costumes so far: batman and superman (age 13), two ninja turtles (age 9) (im thinking mikey and donatello bc of personality but lbr rio most likely forbade either of them to be leonardo bc the twins would deadass get into a fist fight over it), tom and jerry (age 2), mario and luigi (age 7), woody and buzz (age 5), peter pan and captain hook (age 10), and-- rio's favorite-- thing 1 and thing 2 (age 4)

☆ 42 was surprisingly always very popular with the girls at school. in middle school, 1610 was the geeky one with braces and acne. 42 got off relatively easy in that regard and as a result was labeled "a heartbreaker" from the jump, which annoyed him. he has no interest in dating whatsoever and swore to never get into a relationship before graduating high school. he's got his mom and brother to take care of and he's going places after high school, damnit! 1610 on the other hand is a huge romantic and has a crush on a new person almost every year of school, easily

☆ the literal second 1610 set foot in the house after his spider bite, 42 was all over him asking a million questions since they both have that supernatural twintuition, and 42 sussed him out immediately. 1610 obviously had to come clean and tell his brother he was spiderman just like he told ganke, otherwise he was never gonna be able to change into his spider suit at home (plus they share a room, so. there's that)

1610 didn't even get to close their bedroom door all the way before his twin leaped up from his own bed and stalked over.

"óye, bro. what's up? what happened at visions?" 42 circled his brother, squinty-eyed in the exact same way their mom is when she's suspicious. 1610 dropped his bag next to his bed and plopped down on his sheets, trying to put some distance between them.

"uhhhh what're you talkin' about?" he tries casually, and immediately regrets it.

"uhhhhh what're you talkin' about?" 42 mocks. "don't play dumb with me. you KNOW what i'm talkin' about, stupid. first, you answer, like, none of my texts ever. then dad comes home sayin' you never let him talk face-to-face when he visited you a couple days ago. mamí has been texting and calling you nonstop, no answer either. you are a brand new person now, huh? qué te pasa, yo?"

1610 hunched his shoulders as he got up and slumped over to his desk. he was quietly weighing his options, nervously rearranging papers and sketches on the wooden table, wondering how he was going to break it to his brother that he was--

"lemme guess. you have superpowers now," 42 says easily. he crosses his arms triumphantly when big round amber eyes suddenly turn up to his face.

1610 searches his face for any hint of a joke. no... no way. did his brother just...?

"you're playin' with me. no way. how did you--?"

42's eyes widen. "wait, are you being deadass right now?" he threw his head back and crowed with laughter. "that was just a guess!"

1610 leaped forward and pushed his hand onto 42's mouth, shutting him up. "heeyyy hey hey hey hey shhhhh, man. damn, could you possibly be any louder? look," he took his twin by the shoulders and gave him a slight shake, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "mom and dad can never know anything about this. okay? anything. not a word, you understand?"

42 pushes his brother off. "ok-ay man, cool it. i promise. we can shake on it, even."

wordlessly, they did their super secret handshake they came up with and perfected in the 4th grade in lieu of hooking their pinkies together. it was the morales shake, a move that binds them to secrecy and keeping promises til death. this was serious business. 1610 relaxes a bit once they're done.

"... okay. and i mean it, pencil braids. if you even breathe a word about this, or even think about--!"

"if you don't just tell me already, goddamn."

with a meaningful look thrown at his brother's way, 1610 raises an arm silently. 42 looks back expectantly.

1610 shoots a web up. he jumps up, using the web as a bungee rope to help him flip and land feet-first onto the ceiling. once his sneakers touch their ceiling, he stands up... upside-down. he stares at his brother and his brother stares back, mouth agape.

"niiiiiiice," 42 leans back and grins up at his twin brother, spiderman.

☆ 1610 is glad he has someone besides ganke to talk to about spiderman stuff, though. his brother listens way more attentively than his roommate anyways, and even tries to help sometimes esp when 1610 needs a quick distraction so he can switch from spiderman back into his regular clothes before the parents notice

☆ 42 is surprisingly cool abt his twin bro being spiderman, actually. even when they're texting 42 is careful not to imply 1610 is spiderman, and often calls stuff in to the police station if 1610 webs anyone up and lets him know. he also gets very good at bandaging up wounds quickly

☆ 42 is a hardass on the outside and contains his emotions much better than his twin, but he's kinda different around his family, since he loves them a lot. he jokes around a lot with them, esp around 1610. they also love pranking their parents, and are p creative at coming up with ways to make everyone laugh

☆ i personally picture 42's personality being sort of like huey's from the boondocks, especially around other adults. he becomes withdrawn and speaks very clearly and directly, and is very shy around strangers. some ppl mistake that as him having an attitude problem but his friends and family know better. only difference between huey and 42 is that 42 isn't nearly as woke lmfao

☆ meanwhile, 1610 becomes a motormouth around strangers and is quick to hug and kiss random family members at family reunions. as a lil kid, he'd always be the one up at the counter ordering for the both of them and chatting with the cashiers, or bus drivers, or whoever. as he gets older and used to the spiderman thing, he chats and jokes with randoms a lil less. he has to save the good material for when the mask is on

☆ 42 is a better writer than he is an artist, actually. he has notebooks filled with poetry and lyrics he scribbles down on post-it notes just to stick them in there for safekeeping. he's also been working on a sci-fi story since he was in 6th grade in absolute secrecy; he doesn't want a single soul to see it. he'd be mortified if anyone saw the nerdy shit he comes up with

☆ even tho 1610 has never fought anyone or been scrappy with anyone else, he's very good at wrestling and dodging punches thanks to his brother.

☆ 42 is the more fashion-inclined twin, even tho they're both sneakerheads. 42 just pays more attention to accessories, the fit of his clothing, how to pair the right shoes with the right jacket. 1610 throws on anything comfortable and calls it a day, and it gets even worse after he becomes spiderman. 42 clowns his brother SO HARD after he finds him wearing yellow sweatpants with an oversized red adidas hoodie and a green puffer jacket once (it was when 1610 came home from fighting a shapeshifting lizard that tried to take over cypress hills. the sweatpants were on backwards)

☆ 1610's sense of humor is geeky and he always tries too hard with his quips and jokes. he usually gets "secondhand embarrassment" chuckles from ppl. 42's style of comedy is a mix of dry humor and unintentionally being funny. this dude will say something clever with the straightest face ever and have the ENTIRE room in stitches without even meaning to

☆ just to nail home how different they are, even tho they share a room, you can tell EXACTLY which half of their room begins and ends. 1610's half is cluttered, vibrant, covered in posters and action figures, collages and trinkets on every available surface. 42's is as clean as a hospital room, and he ALWAYS makes his bed every morning. 42 has a poster or 2 hung up but he's not much for decorating in general. he's more into alphabetizing his bookshelf and looking for more efficient storage to put under his bed

☆ when jeff looks at his sons, he sees aaron and himself and sometimes it scares him. when the boys were around 12 (the Evil Year) he made SURE to sign them up for camp trips that summer and keep them close together as much as possible. he hates to see his boys drift apart at all and is the 1st one to call it out if he sees it. he just doesn't want his boys to end up like he and his brother did…

☆ … and then other times? it genuinely makes him feel a combination of irritation and also fondness bc sometimes 1610 and 42 really really remind him of aaron and himself, esp when they were young. ESPECIALLY when they argue. in every playful slap on the shoulder, every arbitrary competition started out of nowhere, every sleepy brother slowly sliding onto the other's shoulder during nighttime car rides, he sees it. he sees them, and then he sees his past. and with every little difference between the boys slowly cracking open like a chasm with each passing day, sometimes he thinks he can even see his future.

☆ 42 is cool or whatever but i also hc he's kinda… weird sometimes. it gets worse when his twin bro goes off to visions, he keeps staring at walls while sitting in dark rooms and eating at weird hours of the day. rio caught him fast asleep practically hanging off the window sill one night, and another time jeff found him having an entire conversation with a brick wall once while on patrol. 42 refuses to answer any questions

☆ after 1610 gets into visions, becomes spiderman, tells his parents abt his plans to go to princeton, etc... 42 eventually starts feeling a type of way (a jealous way…) their parents also seem to pay attention to 1610 more whenever he's home just to add insult to injury. he knows he's not supposed to, but he often finds himself thinking about the prowler gloves and schematics aaron left behind. he managed to grab them and hide them in a gym bag one day while helping his parents clear out aaron's apartment. the tech currently lives under his bed…

#mine #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales #miles g morales #BOY that sure is a lot to read huh. well. if u read all this here's a heart ♡#can u tell i am Not Normal abt these two #esp wrt them being potential parallels to their father and uncle.........#i can scream FOREVER abt this #the morales family always has me All Up In My Feels man #also LOL @ me writing fanfic again in this post #what can i say...... i guess i can't help it lol #i just love these two they are my babies............#also guess how many times i went and started writing “miles” for 1610 before having to backspace after realizing #yea thats right. Too Many Times #anyways hopes this like uhhh reads okay. the formatting might be weird cuz i had to copy n paste this from my notes app #but i think its cool. i hope #hope yall enjoy aallll of this lol

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lilacwisps · 1 year

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Do you take headcanon requests? If yes, what would be the HL boys reactions when they get caught making out with MC?

To be honest, nonnie, I'm more of a fic girlie, but I could try 💜 These ones are for Ominis, Sebastian, and Garreth - if you'd like other characters, let me know.

Ominis:

Ominis is not really into PDA - he'll hold hands with MC but won't do much more than that when others are around. For a make-out session with MC, he'd prefer somewhere discreet, like the Undercroft or some other not-so-public space at Hogwarts, where others cannot interrupt quite so easily.

He definitely thinks that private moments are best enjoyed, well, privately.

That is not to say that interruptions don't happen, at least sometimes - be that Sebastian bursting into the Undercroft at an inopportune moment or some other student or professor happening upon Ominis and MC when they are making out in some secret nook outside the Undercroft.

Whenever that happens, Ominis is always quite irritated with the intruder - he is possessive of MC in a very protective sort of way and doesn't want anyone else to see her in such a delicate position. Especially because on occasion he gets too carried away, and a simple make-out session turns into...something more.

If a student happens upon them, Ominis will threaten them into silence - the last thing he needs is too many rumors spreading around the school.

If it's a professor, he'll take responsibility and play at remorse, hoping they won't breathe a word of it to Professor Black. Otherwise, he'll inevitably be receiving a letter from his family. (A howler, most likely, if MC is half-blood or muggleborn, and a "we are meeting with her family to finalize your engagement, and no, fifteen is not too young to be engaged, your father and I were already married at that age" letter if she's a pure-blood).

Sebastian:

Sebastian's quite the opposite in this respect - he loves PDA. Loves having his arm draped around MC's shoulders when they walk together, loves holding her hand when they sit next to each other, loves kissing at every chance he gets. And, if he were to be completely honest, loves leaving love bites on MC's skin for others to see.

He's possessive, too, but in a different sort of way - he needs everyone around him to know that MC is hisand his alone.

The possibility of getting caught when doing something naughty thrills him to no end, so he will take any chance he gets to make out with MC in a public or a semi-public place.

Anything that gets his blood rushing with adrenaline excites him in other ways as well. Sneaking around in the Restricted Section? Surely, he has a moment to kiss MC breathless right against the bookshelves. Hiding from the prefects in a broom closet? No time like now to have a make-out session and maybe go a little further unless, of course, they get caught too soon.<

Outside of the context of breaking the school rules, he'd make out with MC on the Grand Staircase or even in the Great Hall if she'd allowed it, and to hell with anyone who could see them.

If a person who catches Sebastian and MC making out is a fellow student, Sebastian usually plays it cool, unless it's someone who he views to be a threat to his relationship - in which case, he'll definitely be taking a few liberties, just to make sure that that person knows that MC is his and his alone.

If it's a professor, Sebastian relies on his charms to get out of trouble - but that doesn't always work. Still, he doesn't mind - it turns out making out with MC in detention in the few minutes that a professor is gone from the classroom to run some errand is just as exciting as making out in the Restricted Section.

Garreth:

Garreth is naturally super affectionate, so if MC is open to PDA, he'll be more than happy to hold her hand, hug her and, perhaps, even exchange small, chaste kisses around others.

Definitely not the type to initiate a make-out session on the Grand Staircase - unless it's some kind of super emotional moment, like, for example, Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup or MC accepting his marriage proposal - but isn't exactly against making out with MC in places that are a little less public. Like, for example, one of the dozens of empty classrooms in the castle.

There's a risk of getting caught, of course, even in an empty classroom - but he cannot exactly be expected to think rationally when MC is kissing him like that. The moment the make-out session starts, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Because of that, the interruptions happen much more often than Garreth would like.

Definitely gets flustered when caught, but how flustered very much depends on who caught them. If it's a fellow student, Garreth shrugs it off pretty quickly. If it's a professor, Garreth will be trying to take sole responsibility for breaking the school's conduct because the last thing he wants is to get MC in trouble.

If caught, his main concern is always MC - if she seems uneasy, he'll do whatever he can to make her comfortable again, but if she's indifferent to being caught in such a compromising position, he'll get over it pretty quickly.

His greatest fear is probably being caught by his aunt because that will be invariably followed by two kinds of talks that Garreth really dreads - the "talk" talk and the "now that you've caused this young lady to be caught in a compromising situation, it's your responsibility to do the right thing and make an honest witch out of her" talk.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis x mc #garreth weasley x mc

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Why Sakurai Haruka makes So Much Sense, really.

Right, sorry it took so long, but I think this is it? Anyways. Here I'm just putting much of Haruka's behaviour in the context of "past of admissions to a psych ward", linking it all together in a way that may not be so immediately obvious to some. Interrogation answers: T1 Q.12 - Tell us your hobby - "Talking with the other prisoners" What else is there to do? Yuno answers with something about shopping, and drama club, something she can do outside of Milgram, but Haruka wants to talk, and he's getting better at it. It's something he's wanted to do for a while, talk to others, so he probably gets a good deal of enjoyment or satisfaction doing so. You could say it's a bit odd, to be a hobby, but it's an activity he knows he has consistent access to, unlike something like drawing which would require a request. Q.14 - What's an event that stuck in your memory? - "Fireworks" Fireworks, or some kind of crayon rendering of them, seem to feature prominently in Weakness. Something bright, colourful, loud, and pretty full sensory immersion, plus it seems to have been a fond memory of sorts. Besides, what else could stand out, as a childhood memory? Anything in recent years would just be... the dull droning on of the days. Q.20 - What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought? - "Candy floss" Okay. Candy floss isn't very expensive. What likely happened, is that he didn't handle money except for when he was once given some at a fair of sorts, and allowed to buy something for himself. As a teen, he's had no need to buy anything, and if there was something he wanted or needed to buy, then it'd be provided by whomever was looking after him at the time. (Not necessarily something about not trusting Haruka, but he wouldn't have had any way of getting a job, being in-and-out of mental health care) Now, something a little interesting would be that this, alongside some other small things, loosely implies that Haruka was a spoiled or otherwise coddled child from his birth, growing more distant from his family as he got older. Japanese children are given quite a lot of autonomy, just go watch "Hajimete no otsukai", or "Old enough", an entire television programme where kids go out and do errands. Most Japanese kids would have bought things like groceries, or train tickets, or whatever, even before leaving primary school. Sending them on the train alone at age 8 is common. It's unusual for the most expensive thing that Haruka ever bought to be candy floss, surely he'd have been asked to go out and buy something, at some point? If not, why not? Q.22 - What do you think of the prison outfits? - "They're kind of relaxing" Kind of already went over this. Haruka is accustomed to wearing the same kind of thing every day, and everyone else is also wearing something similar, so he's part of the group. Not distinct in clothes. It's probably a small comfort. Q.23 - Is there anything you want (item requests)? - "Not really" He's got everything, for the most part. In a psych ward, you're unlikely to get anything just by asking, and whatever you can bring onto the ward is restricted. Of course Haruka's got lots of crayon drawing in Weakness. Crayons are pretty much the safe art medium. Cheap, easily replaced, logistically an obvious choice to use. What else could he have used? Pencils? Those would require a pencil sharpener, and that's a weapon. Q.24 - What's your dream for the future? - "I want to live normally" ...It's not normal to spend so much time on a psych ward. It's a restrictive lifestyle, even if it's his comfort zone. This is pretty much the obvious thing to wish for, to live a "normal" life where he's not just a patient, someone who's "broken". Besides, Haruka can't afford high standards like Yuno's "It'd be nice if I can find a job I can really lose myself in", because he doesn't have many avaliable job prospects at the moment. He's set back in education by at least 3 years. Q.25 - When you get out of here, where do you want to go? - "I can't think of anywhere"

Based on what can be guessed about Haruka's story, home is an unlikely prospect. And he's not had much opportunity to think about or find a place to go, unlike Yuno's answer of "Karaoke, maybe", something she's done in the past and enjoys. There are either no places that stand out to him, or too many places he's not had the chance to go to. ...auto-save isn't working anymore. I'm just going to say that this is long enough and continue another day. Moving onto T2 int. questions, then onto his voice lines, his profile, his VDs, probably even more of the MVs as a part of all that... is this even a theory? The next time I say I'm going to post something "small", I'm probably lying to myself.

#milgram #haruka sakurai #sakurai haruka #milgram theory

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Part One Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff Reader Cho Chang x Hufflepuff Reader (unrequited) CW: angst

You and Draco had been together for around a year but as you both approached 7th year you could no longer see him the same way as before

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Draco was suffering in his own head. Unable to unload anything inside it on anyone else, unable to ask guidance from the one person he trusted the most. The pressures from his father had turned him into someone who he wasn't, sure when he was younger he would tease or push people around but he wasn't evil. The mere fact he was conflicted about his past decisions proved he wasn't who his father wanted him to be. Being with you had made him into a better person, a more forgiving person who wasn't easily led by petty arguments. But now…you hardly talked to one another.

"He's going to end it with me, I'm sure of it." You vented to Cho in potions with a miserable look on your face.

"You don't deserve to be ignored or at the least disregarded, I know it was good before but sometimes things happen for a reason, Y/n." Cho reasoned and you had to agree with her, you deserved a better partner.

"Can't imagine myself dating again, I mean I don't know if hat I expected from a teenage relationship but it was more than this." You buried your head in your jumper and Cho giggled.

"You're quite dramatic when you're lovesick aren't you?" She teased and you rolled your eyes.

"I've just got to stay strong I think, not show him that it's getting to me otherwise he wins." You took a deep breath and sat up straight.

"Exactly! You're better than that." Cho encouraged you and you got back into your experiment.

Leaving the class you were chatting to Cho as you saw Draco in his all black suit walking the other direction. He saw you and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hey Y/n," Draco said with a small smile.

"You okay?" Cho asked and you nodded, "I'll see you later then?" She gave you a comforting hug before walking off.

"What do you want or need, Draco?" You asked with a huff.

"What's wrong? You've been off with me all of this term." He asked, pulling you into an empty classroom.

"Me? Are you seriously asking me what's wrong with me?" You scoffed and sat down on one of the desks.

"You've been behaving all moody for a while and I have no idea why." Draco looked like he rolled his eyes and you could have laughed at how pathetic it was.

"Maybe it's because you don't speak to me anymore? Maybe it's because you don't want me anymore? Or maybe, just maybe, I've realised you're not the center of my life anymore and it's not that bad." You hissed back at him with a look in your eyes he'd never seen before.

"Look I know I've been distant but it's not because of anything you've-"

"Oh I know, I know it isn't my fault because I haven't done anything wrong. But if you don't want me grow some fucking balls and tell me, yeah?" You walked past Draco and out of the classroom.

Draco didn't know where to go from here, he just leant against one of the desks and breathed. He felt it was all his body would allow him to do at this point, the way you looked at him was seared into his mind- the true hatred. You could never know the reasons he was so distant but, Draco didn't want to let you go either so he was stuck in a sort of ethical limbo. He couldn't be honest about his connection to the Dark Lord without the possibility of you telling someone. It wasn't worth the risk.

"I can't believe this is real, it still seems insane that I'm in bed with you." You told Draco as you leant on his bare chest.

"In what way?" Draco looked puzzled.

"Because you fucking hated me before, plus…I wasn't your biggest fan either." You laughed and Draco rolled his eyes in his classic way.

"I don't know if I hated you, I think I teased you because I found you attractive but I was so awful with girls it just came out like that." Draco rubbed his hand up your arm to your hair, playing with it absentmindedly.

"Well, everyone definitely thought you hated me." You looked up at him with a shit eating grin and he pulled your hair slightly.

"I can always go back to the teasing if you prefer it?" He asked, "And who's 'everyone' including?"

"Cho, the Golden trio, Seamus, Susan, Luna-"

"Alright, so a lot of people. God, you have too many friends." Draco smiled and you hit his chest playfully.

"Just because I have more than two friends doesn't mean I have too many, you're just jealous that you can't make any friends at all." You turned around and leant on your elbows, looking at him as he raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He asked and you nodded before Draco tackled you to the bed, pinning your arms as you both giggled.

"I'm sure this will be the best thing for you, eventually." Cho said softly as she held your hand, your eyes were glassy but no tears seemed to form.

"Maybe, I think it's just that I've existed with him or thinking about him for so long that it feels odd that it might end. It feels wrong to be in this position." You took a deep breath and looked at Cho, trying to smile as she looked at you supportively.

"You'll get there, I promise you it will get easier day by day you'll realise you don't need him to get through the day. Look how well you're already doing." She gave you the warmest smile and you couldn't help but blush because it made you feel so warm.

"You're right. I need to just…learn to live with it and not dwell. I mean, I have you and I have my other friends so what could really be that bad." You squeezed Cho's hand and sighed.

"Come on, we've both got quidditch practice." Cho smiled.

Flying together made you both feel so connected, like you'd always known one another. Even though you didn't play together, some houses would do a general practice every so often where anyone from any team could come along. You were looping around each other, bright smiles on both of your faces as you chased one another and messed around.

"If you two can stop flirting, we can get down to some actual practice!" Roger Davies yelled from just below you.

"Flirting? What are you on about?" Cho asked with a pink tinge to her cheeks you couldn't ignore.

"Oh come on, if you two can't see it you're blind." He called back before flying to the ground.

"No-no idea what that was about!" Cho stuttered as she also headed towards the ground. You had a puzzled look on your face before flying down to the rest of the group on the ground.

Draco entered the room of requirement with a little bird. Even though he had so much to accomplish…you were the only thing on his mind. You distracted him from all tasks, not that he didn't welcome distraction from the awful task before him. He'd been trying to repair the vanishing cabinet for about 9 months now and even with the advice from Borgin he hadn't got any closer. There was no way of getting the cabinet to Borgin and Burke's but Draco had no idea if the incantation was even working, every live thing he put in there would come back dead. It wasn't even as if Borgin could apparate into the room of requirement, but Draco didn't have time on his hands. It was why he had been so stressed recently, or really the past 6 months at least and he knew you had felt it. But how could you know? How could you be told what had happened? Draco knew that you wouldn't be on his side of the inevitable war, so what was the point in telling you?

As he looked around the room packed with relics from the school's past, he couldn't help but remember all the times the two of you had snuck into it. Making out whilst you should've been in potions or fucking in a free period, Draco saw you everywhere in this place and it only made him more eager to get out. He placed the little bird he had seen in the corridor in the cabinet and shut the door. The bird's tweets could be heard as well as the little scratches when it would jump around on the wood, Draco felt guilty about using the bird but he had to try again with something living.

"Harmonia nectere passus," his wand was lifted as he chanted the incantation but there wasn't the familiar whoosh sound, he could still hear the bird "harmonia nectere passus," he repeated and there were no more noises.

After a few moments he repeated the chant again but even though there was a woosh he heard no tweeting. Opening the cabinet the bird lay dead, unmoving and lifeless and Draco couldn't handle it. He stepped backwards after shutting the cabinet and sat down on a rough looking chair before bursting into tears.

You walked towards the Hufflepuff common room, pausing to groan at the fact you had to tap on all the barrels once again to enter. When you were in first year you got it slightly wrong and got covered in vinegar so you were sure to get it right even if you were in an awful mood. When you walked in you went over to one of the cacti stands and smiled as they danced with their arms moving up and down. The common room was full of plants and due to your love of them you couldn't imagine a place you'd feel more comfortable.

You dreamed one day of owning a country house with sprawling ivy all over it (even though it ruins the brickwork) and large gardens you could tend to. Your Muggle mother used to always take you to the allotments in the posher part of your town even though you lived on the other side. Falling in love with plants was easy when you felt so calm and fulfilled after being around them, you had never felt so at peace in your life. Being around plants would be so important to you when you eventually left school, living in a city felt almost impossible to you.

Draco used to love listening to you discuss your favourite flowers, or ways to pot different plants and how fertiliser impacted growth but always made sure to tell him to never use peat fertiliser. He used to laugh because it wasn't as if he was ever going to use any fertiliser anywhere in his life. You felt as if you were yearning for those times, yearning for everything he made you feel. Draco made you feel at home. Being without him for so long was taking a toll on you because you weren't used to it, even an afternoon without one another was surprising. Draco had met your mother for God sake, not that you could meet his parents but either way you were so close with one another- it seemed unimaginable that you could be apart from now on.

Maybe he was your poisoned tree? Infecting all other facets of your life until he took over your psyche and your life with it. Making you progressively weaker as the poison took control over your existence as you were controlled by his actions. For God sake you couldn't do anything without thinking about him, or what he would've said in that situation. He was everywhere you looked and you didn't have to see his face to know it. Why couldn't he just tell you what was going on? You believed that he loved you, you really did so you didn't think he was cheating but, it was something. Something so big that he didn't feel he could tell you. There were always rumors about the Malfoy family but you never really entertained them as real, what if there was some truth in them? Were they all death eaters? That eventuality was suddenly becoming more and more of a reality. You needed to clear your head so you headed towards the only place you knew you'd be alone- The room of requirement.

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#draco x reader #draco fic #draco angst #draco imagine #draco imagines #draco fanfiction #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy story #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy

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there has to be a loophole to get a cat past luci. i refuse to believe old man luci is impossible to convince that felines are a good idea inside the house. he has the energy of a dad who says he dosent want a cat but handing him a kitten he'll never put it down. surely if the mc had a pet cat before being spirited away it'd be allowed to come with!!!!

it is an INJUSTICE that theres zero cats in that giant house!!! whos cleaning all the dark forgotten corners of spiderwebs with their dumb little faces otherwise!!!!

I am in full agreement with you, anon! Let there be cats!!

As a cat owner myself, I have often thought about what would become of my floofer if I was the one randomly transported to the Devildom. (I think about my mortgage and my job too but that's far less whimsical.) And I have come to the conclusion that I would refuse to be an exchange student unless my cat could come with me. Like are you kidding, I can't leave her behind. It isn't even just that I want her with me (which I do), I live alone! Nobody else can take care of her if I'm not there! She would starve until one of my family members figured out that I was missing and she might die by that time!! Unacceptable.

So I definitely think that they could end up with an MC who refuses to leave their pet cat behind and therefore Lucifer would have to make an exception.

I believe the issue was that once Satan had one cat in the HoL, he just kept getting more and more cats until they were overrun. And in the end Lucifer had to ban all cats.

But I think he'd make an exception for MC. Especially if it was a situation where MC really needed their cat. I could easily make the argument that my cat helps with my anxiety. And yeah, maybe demons wouldn't normally care about that, but this is MC we're talking about.

It's really cute for me to think about how Lucifer would react to my cat. I think he'd love her. She's very pretty and she's very sweet, but she's also loud and demanding. He wouldn't like her fur, which is light and would get all over his black suit lol. But she would love him, so I definitely see that reluctant dad being like okay I love this cat.

And Satan would be thrilled. And if he could control himself about it, maybe MC could convince Lucifer to let them have another one. Or two. Or seven. No wait...

Anyway, all big old houses are required to have at least one cat. That's the rule, I didn't make it up (yes I did). Because just as you said, someone's dumb little face needs to clean the cobwebs! And chase the spiders! And get stuck in the tiny spaces! And sit on top of the fridge!

#and rub on everyone's legs!#and trip everybody!#I could go on #man I'm more like Satan than I think I previously realized lol #but I'd never leave Cleo behind #I'd lose my mind about it #that'd be my number one concern #like what I'm in hell now I don't care about that just let me have my cat #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #anon asks #misc answers

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Okay and then after that avalanche of clips I have a few thoughts myself:

First thing, Etoiles kicked ass today, no doubt about it. The only reason he had to nope out of the fight with Not-Dapper the first time was that it was spawning 500 HP moscos with strength 10 and resistence 10-- there was no way he was winning that fight. And the final code ended up leaving because it knew it couldn't take him alone in a fair 1v1 (or even a 2v1, as evidenced by him killing not-dapper).

Second thing: The codes are continuing to mimic the eggs, but not particularly well. Again, Etoiles knew immediately it wasn't Tallulah, and Not-Dapper didn't even show up as an egg initially, it just switched mid-fight. I'll be interested to see how this evolves as they keep learning; for now, I'm not convinced they'll ever be that convincing, at least not anytime soon and not if everyone comes up with ways to check if it's genuinely their kid, as Pomme as done with her parents already.

Third thing: Keep seeing folks point out that it was QNPC06 and not QNPC04, so it couldn't have been Dapper's actual admin. Guys, I understand that at this point we've all memorized the admin accounts, but I would not be remotely surprised if they decide to switch things up for things like this. Getting too comfortable with the status quo and what's "allowed" in terms of meta is exactly what the players should not be doing-- otherwise they could very easily get caught up on whether the code monster named Tallulah attacking them is actually QNPC02, and if that means it really is Tallulah. Besides that, QNPC06, from my understanding, isn't typically used for eggs and is generally used for Walter Bob and things like that. I would not be remotely shocked if some egg admins still have login powers for it and can and have played Walter Bob and other QNPC06 admins. Getting too attached to how it's been before and having certain set expectations is, at this point, actively dangerous.

Like I'm always saying with Quackity, anyone could be lying. The updates accounts could be lying or partially hiding the truth, the admins can be coy about how much they say, and it makes perfect sense, in an already suspicious and paranoid environment, to want players to maintain that sense of distrust when it comes to the codes mimicking the eggs. That doesn't mean this was for sure Dapper's admin; Etoiles said he knew details about mobs and strategy that he'd mentioned specifically to Dapper, but pretty much anything said on-stream is fair game for admins to use as info, IMO, as the Federation or the codes could be spying at any moment, and depending on how secure the location is, could have any number of ways to have witnessed info passing hands like that. And it seems like they've set decent precedent for that before, which is important to note. TL;DR on this one: I think everyone should be a little more suspect about trusting the admin account numbers, and really any info that isn't distinctly and explicitly out of RP, since so many meta elements are folded into the server as well.

Final thing: This fight (well, fights) was absolutely brutal, and it was clear the codes were heavily targeting Etoiles. Whether it's a grudge from the election dinner, them deciding they've learned how best to attack players by watching him, or something else, it was really interesting to watch, and I'll be curious to see how it plays out. I can't imagine anyone else getting targeted that hard while on their own, so any further attacks will, I think, provide some cool insight.

#bell.txt #feel insane and so buzzed from that it was so fun to watch #qsmp #code attacks #etoiles #july 31 etoiles code attacks

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Which Wordgirl villain would win in a fight?

Rules: No powers or gadgets. Just fists. The only exceptions are if their powers/gadgets are literally part of their bodies. It'll make sense when we get to the fight.

Ranking under the cut because it's a very long post

30. Amazing Rope Guy

Yeah this is a surprise to literally no one. He is considered probably the most pathetic villain in the entire city, and there are characters with absolutely no powers who beat him.

Pretty much every other villain is capable of escaping jail. He isn't. In The Rise of Miss Power and A World Without Wordgirl, he is seen stuck in jail while every other villain escapes or is out and about.

His only other ability other than his mediocre rope skills is his ability to imitate, but that doesn't really help him in a fighting setting.

29. Timmy Tim-Bo

Pretty much as pathetic as Amazing Rope Guy in a fighting setting. I was debating whether or not he should be above or below ARG, but for now i'm leaving him here.

I honestly don't have much to say about him. He most likely passes out mid battle. The only reason he's above ARG is because ARG is more likely to tie himself up in the rope.

28. Royal Dandy

While Royal Dandy is able to shoot paint from his hands and heal any injuries by just painting himself back up, his major disadvantage is that he's a Lady Redundant Woman clone.

Though he's clearly not the same as the other clones, he's still a clone. Lady Redundant Woman is completely capable of just zapping him out of existence.

On top of that, pretty sure he's canonically dead?-

27. Tobey

Some of you may be confused by this, but keep in mind, no gadgets are allowed in this fight. Only fists or any physical enhancements.

Without his 'row-bits,' Tobey is a literal child with zero athletic skills

26. The Coach

This dude is pathetic and sad and is the size of a child. His size may give him an advantage in dodging, but otherwise that's it.

25. Glen Furlblam

So Glen not only doesn't have any superpowers, but he's not very athletic or successful in general.

On top of that, he's a thin dude, so i doubt he'd have a chance at dog piling anyone.

24. Captain Tangent

That is a child with a hook hand he isn't allowed to use. His only advantage is his weight.

23. Victoria Best

Another literal child with zero super powers. (Ok, i get she has the laser eye.. telekinesis... thing, but that doesn't really do much damage)

The only reason she's above Tobey is because of her desire to be the best. If she's the 'best' at everything, that means her parents most likely signed her up for several martial arts, that she could be at least ok at.

22. Brent

Brent is in a similar situation as Tangent, with his only advantage being his weight. Since he is an adult, he has a greater advantage.

21. Mr Big

Mr Big also doesn't have any superpowers and is pretty much in the same boat as Brent. I'd say he's pretty equal to Brent really.

20. Reason

Reason doesn't have any superpowers, but he probably could create reasonable deductions on how to survive somewhat in a fight. Overall, he's just highly outclassed by everyone else.

19. Hal Hardbargain

This guy is really hard to place. I haven't watched a single episode he has a speaking role in, but based on what I have seen, despite the mechanical arm giving him a strength boost, his age and lack of any other powers probably leads to his ass getting kicked.

18. Invisi-Bill

First exception to the 'no powers' rule. The only reason he is exempt from the rule is because his power is a physical part of him.

Despite that, Invisi-Bill doesn't have much of an advantage. Sure he can stay out of harm's way for however long he's willing to stay invisible, but he is a thin guy with no other fighting ability and could easily be knocked out.

17. Big Left Hand Guy

Dude could murder with that hand.... if he knew how to fight. While he could smack someone with his hand, he doesn't have much fighting skill outside of it.

16. Chuck

Once again, no athletic strength. Just the weight advantage.

15. Dr Two Brains

Since there are no gadgets allowed, the doc is in a bit of trouble. However, he's seen to be incredibly quick, even avoiding Wordgirl in some scenes. I feel he can outrun many of the characters, but wouldn't really be able to throw a punch.

14. Ms Question

Kinda the same reasoning as Two Brains, but she could maybe throw a punch. I'm debating whether I should put her below him.

13. Kid Potato

He's an old guy who's not allowed to use his superpowers. Once again, his only advantage is weight.

12. The Butcher

All the same reasoning as his dad, except he's younger, so he's in slightly better shape.

11. Seymour

*deep inhale*

....Ok. Listen.

This mf INFURIATES me when it comes to this. For three reasons.

#1: The Rise of Miss Power

Assuming that every villain was locked away in the jail, that means every villain was able to escape (except for ARG). This includes Seymour which means Seymour either 1. Had someone else break him out or 2. Somehow broke out of the cell on his own.

#2:

Ok, this one may be a bit of a stretch, but it's been on my mind. In 'Tell Her What She's Won!,' Seymour locks Wordgirl and Huggy in a circular labyrinth room that he has control over via controls.

And in that room, Seymour causes the room to spin, flinging Wordgirl and Huggy into the walls.

I'm running off the assumption that in this scene, Wordgirl and Huggy hit the wall (including Huggy later bouncing off the wall in the cupcake game), and the wall doesn't break.

Later in the episode, not only does Seymour manage to stay standing while being tied up in metal bars, but he KICKS THE WALL DOWN???

How come he was able to break down the wall with his leg alone when two superpowered aliens weren't??

#3:

In "Who Wants to Get Rid of Wordgirl?" not only does he challenge Nocan the Contrarian to a duel, but he somehow holds his own in the fight

Admittedly, the fight doesn't last long, so maybe Nocan could've eventually bodied him, but that's still impressive considering Seymour's lack of muscle.

On top of that, he's fighting Nocan ONE HANDED, while Nocan is holding his own sword with two hands.

TL;DR: Seymour just may have the craziest sleeper build of the entire WG cast/hj

10. Lady Redundant Woman

This is another case of a character breaking the no superpowers rule. However, she can't be any higher than this. While she could dogpile people with her clones, she isn't very physically fit and wouldn't be able to do much damage. Plus, her clones aren't unlimited, and so once she runs out, she's in trouble. She's above Seymour because she actually has a superpower.

9. Granny May

Granny May without her super suit is actually pretty agile and quick and would most likely be able to do a good chunk of damage. However, I feel as though there is someone on this list who matches her talent, but has the advantage because of Granny May's age.

8. Leslie

Leslie is an incredibly intelligent karate master several extra skills. I'm kinda sad she can't be placed any higher, because her major disadvantage is that she has zero superpowers. That being said, she's no slouch, as she's been seen to overpower Wordgirl on several occasions.

7. Rhyme

I had to double check Rhyme's wiki because I was so close to placing her really low on the list for some reason. She's another character who breaks the no superpowers rule. Even without her ice-breath, she's got super speed and super strength, which I think just helps her defeat Leslie.

6. The Whammer

Even without his whams, Whammer is actually pretty fit, as he is scene pulling two cars using his waist alone (I forgot what episode, but it's the Coach's debut)

5. Nocan

Nocan and the Whammer are on pretty equal footing, but I think Nocan could be slightly stronger than the Whammer.

4. Eileen

This may seem like pretty high placing for a child, but keep in mind, Eileen is basically if Tobey was one of his robots (meaning she once again breaks the powers rule). She can do pretty intense damage, uprooting trees, severely damaging buildings, and much more.

3. Maria

Maria is a being made from pure electricity. How are you meant to punch her? She does have some weaknesses, which is why she isn't any higher.

2. Miss Power

Yeah this is a surprise to literally no one most likely. She's physically stronger than Wordgirl and all of the other villains, plus she also has super strength and super speed.

But who's above her?

The Learnerer

Ok. Listen. The implications of this guy's super suit makes him pretty insane. He's able to learn anything from seeing it once. It's no wonder why he only showed up in about 3 episodes, because he's way too overpowered. He'll be able to avoid anyone's attacks and fight back. Eventually, he'll learn all of Miss Power's tactics, and wipe the floor with her. This also makes him have the most unique exception to the no superpowers or gadgets rule.

TL;DR: The character voiced by Weird Al-Motherfucking-Yankovic is the strongest character in Wordgirl.

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No Escape From Reality.

An Alan Wake 2 oneshot. Spoilers for The Final Draft!

Summary: Despite both Alan and Saga's reassurances, Casey can't stop questioning his existence and struggles to draw the line between his own life and the books.

Words: 2,521 AO3 link: [Here!]

No Escape From Reality

He was out of the spiral.

Despite sitting relatively comfortably in the back of a van owned by the FBC, Alan felt exhausted. But he would take the deep-rooted fatigue in his body over The Dark Presence any day. Besides, he wasn't alone.

Albeit for a much shorter time, The Dark Presence had possessed Agent Casey and Scratch had used him as a vessel just as he had with Alan himself, so the FBC wanted to bring back the both of them. And while his gut told him that he would be with the FBC for a considerable amount of time, he was less certain what they had planned for Casey. Did they just want to examine him? Question him? Or did they want to run tests on him?

Even though he was fully expecting that for himself, Alan felt a sudden flash of anger at the thought. He felt strangely protective of Casey, despite only officially meeting the man so recently. He wasn't sure why.

He looked over at the man in question.

Casey sat opposite him, his head tilted back to lean against the side of the van and his hands gripping the seat, but otherwise unmoving. Alan absentmindedly wondered if he was experiencing the same exhaustion as he was.

Casey hadn't uttered a word for the entire journey. The last time he'd spoken was when he was parting with Saga, insisting that he was fine and to greet her daughter on his behalf. Though the FBC had questions for Saga too, it wasn’t as urgent and they allowed her to go home to her family first. Alan had the feeling that she would have gone even without permission.

As soon as she'd left his sight, Casey's small, reassuring smile had dropped. Alan had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts at the time and thought nothing of it. But now, with a long journey ahead of him and a familiar stranger in front of him, he started to itch for a conversation. Not to end the awkward silence between them, although it was very awkward, but instead because the two of them being alone together was beginning to remind him a little too much of The Dark Place.

Wanting to end the silence was one thing. Figuring out how to start a conversation with the stoic man after everything that had just happened was another.

Time had no meaning in The Dark Place and Alan was accustomed to being there, so he was unable to determine just how long he spent trying to think of how to initiate a conversation. Being a writer, words usually came so easily to him, and yet all of a sudden he couldn't find the right ones. Maybe it was a side-effect of exiting the loop. Or maybe it was plainly the exhaustion consuming him.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter, because Alan felt a sudden tickle in his nose and broke the silence with a loud sneeze.

"Gesundheit." Casey said, without looking at him.

"Thanks." Alan responded, slightly embarrassed.

Of course, he thought, with a hint of chagrin. His actions were no longer being determined by pre-written pages. You'd never see the hero of the story cough, sneeze, or need to use the bathroom.

At least the ice between them had been chipped at.

Alan readjusted his sitting position, purposefully making enough noise when shuffling around to catch Agent Casey's attention.

Judging by the shuffling across from him, his plan was successful.

Not wasting the opportunity, Alan spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"Just peachy." Casey replied, his voice gruff and his words thick with disdain and sarcasm.

After a long pause, he sat forward and finally looked at Alan. His hardened features melted into a weary frown.

"Honestly, I'm just tired." He said with an air of defeat. "With that thing, that- that presence inside me… god, it felt so awful, so…"

His voice trailed off as he also seemed to struggle to find the words.

"Dark?" Alan prompted.

Casey barked out a small, humorless sound that wasn't quite a laugh.

"Yeah." He affirmed. "Don't know how you managed it."

"I'm just used to it."

They fell into a more comfortable silence then. The ice felt like it had finally broken, which Alan was grateful for. He needed allies if he was going to help Alice, and Casey seemed like a great contender.

Again, he had no idea how much time he spent listening to the gentle hum of the vehicle before Casey was the one to speak up.

"I should've asked, are you okay?"

"I've been worse." Alan answered honestly.

Casey gave a tiny nod. "Good."

His gaze lingered on him for a few more moments, before stiffly turning away. Alan got the feeling he wasn't really satisfied with the answer.

"Agent Casey?" He tried.

Casey turned back toward him, face suddenly hardened again, and his eyes locked onto Alan’s, almost like he was searching or scanning for something within them. Alan had to fight himself to not blink too much or look away. The more questions he saw in the man’s eyes, the more they started to feel like his own.

Eventually, Casey said: "Wake, I'm real."

It was a statement with no room for argument, but Alan heard the implied question underneath.

That’s when it dawned on Alan exactly what was gnawing at Casey. He must still be fighting with the concept of being a fictional character.

Alan could relate, to some degree.

“Yeah.” He replied simply.

“And your books,” Casey continued, unable to hide his distaste, “based on me, not the other way around.”

“That’s right,” Alan affirmed again, “you can’t create something out of nothing.”

Casey nodded, seemingly pleased with that answer. But he wasn’t done.

“And I’m in control of my life. Your goddamn writing didn’t start twisting it until after we got to Bright Falls. I’m my own person.”

Alan paused at that. As much as he wanted to be reassuring, the affirmation didn’t come to him as quickly.

The truth was that he had no idea. He’d only just discovered Alex Casey was a real person and not just a figment of his imagination. His books had all been unknowingly based on a real, living man. Alan tried not to dwell on that fact too much, otherwise he’d start doubting his own abilities as an author and creative.

If the real Alex Casey was a Private Investigator, then maybe the question of which came first would be easier to answer. But he wasn’t. He was an FBI agent, one whose partner possessed the necessary abilities to break Alan out of The Dark Place and one who had previously investigated Bright Falls and murder cults. That’s exactly what Alan had needed, and what he’d written about. It would be a stretch to call that a coincidence.

As for being his own person…

Alan didn’t know how many times he’d killed the Casey (that looked and sounded identical to this one) in The Dark Place. It didn’t appear to have impacted the real one, but he couldn’t be sure.

He’d come to consider the echoes of Alex Casey in The Dark Place as comforting. A friend guiding him through the endless night, written into the story to save him. His character of so many years- or so he’d thought.

They say that every character contains a piece of their creator. Heroes and protagonists are especially more likely to just be a mask of the author.

Alan tried not to think about Thomas Zane and his familiar face. Nor did he wish to dissect Zane’s film, Nightless Night, or how “Thomas Seine” playing the role of him swapped places in The Writer's Room with the man who looked like Casey playing The Detective, a role which Alan himself assumed in The Dark Place. It was unnerving to think about and Alan was afraid he would come to a revelation neither of them would like.

However, his mind did wander briefly to the actor he’d met whose name escaped him. He’d seen him before The Dark Place, he was sure of it, and he recalled that he looked so uncannily similar to Casey. His voice was nigh-identical in the movie clip as well.

And then the actor, bound to a chair by the reel of Zane’s films, desperately fighting against Alan’s pre-written narrative and begging for his life.

Wearing a mask.

Alan pulled himself out of his quickly spiraling thoughts and back into reality, realizing he had been taking a long time to respond. Casey was still looking at him expectantly, though the silence seemed to be an answer in itself. His hard mask had cracked slightly; his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly parted as he waited with baited breath. Alan saw a glimpse of a deeply-rooted fear, one that maybe even predated the events at Bright Falls, and an uncharacteristic sliver of anxiety.

No, Alan caught himself. He couldn’t decide that it was uncharacteristic. It might have been for his Alex Casey, but who was he to know the emotions and personality of the real one?

“Yeah.” Alan answered finally, brushing aside the reflections in his mind of the actor, the echoes, and Nightless Night. “You’re your own person.”

~-.-~

Looking out over the damned lake that started all of this, Casey sighed and took a big sip of coffee. Next to him, he noticed Saga doing the same.

The two of them had traveled back to Bright Falls to tie up some loose ends of their investigation, despite the case technically being transferred to the FBC. Both partners were thorough in their work and liked to see cases to completion if they could.

The real reason they’d come back was that Saga was concerned about the locals and wanted to talk to them. People like Rose and Ilmo had been through a lot and were kept more out of the loop of what was happening, and Saga wanted to see how they were doing and ensure that Wake’s story hadn’t permanently corrupted them in some way.

Casey himself, finally free from all the FBC’s prodding and poking, had no intention of letting her go by herself.

So there they were. Casey and Anderson sitting on a bench in Bright Falls overlooking Cauldron Lake with cups of Oh Deer Diner coffee in their hands, thankfully with the sun shining overhead.

It should have been peaceful. And yet any proximity to that cursed town brought back a lot of unwanted thoughts and fears in Casey. Particularly the memory of when Saga had told him that something he knew and remembered as fact at the time (Logan’s death) was untrue. Since he fully trusted Saga, he found that he couldn’t trust himself.

After spending many years contemplating the scary amount of coincidences and parallels with the fictional Alex Casey in Wake’s books, that feeling wasn’t exactly new to him. Didn’t mean it was any less unpleasant.

“What’s on your mind?” asked Saga, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Casey let out a small huff of amusement. He knew very well that she’d probably already deduced exactly what was troubling him and was only asking to be polite. He decided to humor her.

“I spoke to Wake the other day.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Was all he could say. He wasn’t sure why it was so difficult to explain what he was feeling. It was easier to think about it privately than to outwardly say: ‘Hey Anderson I think I’ve been twisted into a fictional character without realizing it’.

“Hey, Anderson?”

Saga gave him a patient smile. “What’s up?”

“I…”

I don’t know if I can trust any of my memories. I don’t know if my personality was mine to begin with. I can’t rid myself of the feeling of the dark shadow writhing around inside me. I think I might end up dying in an alleyway like in Wake’s book.

His hands began to shake, causing him to lose grip on his coffee cup which fell to the ground, leaving an ugly splatter on the floor. Casey held back a sob but couldn’t stop his voice from breaking.

“...I don’t know who I am anymore.”

The sight of the lake in front of him started to burn his eyes, so he tightly closed them. A few seconds later he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder.

“Look at me, Casey.”

Casey inhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes. Saga had moved so that she was crouched in front of him, taking up most of his vision. Her face blocked his view of the sun, causing sunlight to outline her silhouette and give her an almost angelic look.

“You’re my partner, and you are real.”

He met her gaze and a stray tear found its way down his cheek. “The changes don’t affect me, remember?” Saga continued. “I’ve known you for years, and you’ve always been the same person I know and care about. A really great FBI agent, not some gritty PI.”

She had a point, there. She was the one who could tell when Wake’s story was changing reality, and if Wake really was the source of his life being altered, then Saga would know. And if she really did have some strange mind powers, then she would know that it wasn’t normal and he trusted her to tell him if that was the case.

“You’re right, Anderson,” he said with a small smile, “as per usual.”

She smiled at that. He knew that she liked to abuse her privileges of being one of the only people he actually listened to.

“See?” Said Saga. “Now, repeat after me: My name is Alex Casey, and I’m an FBI agent.”

Casey grimaced. “Do I have to?”

“Yes!” Exclaimed Saga, using the same patronizing tone of voice she’d use to get Logan to eat something she knew she wouldn’t like.

With a frown, Casey relented. “My name is Alex Casey and I’m an FBI agent.”

“And again.”

He groaned. It was all more than a little patronizing, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t help ground him and make him feel slightly better. He repeated the phrase again.

Saga was tenacious and wouldn’t let it go. “One more time?”

“My name is Alex Casey, and I’m an FBI agent.”

“Good.” Saga smiled, standing up. “I’ll go get you another coffee.” She began to walk back toward the diner, but he cleared his throat before she could get too far. She paused and looked back.

“Thanks, Anderson.” He said, and while his voice might not betray it, he could tell that she understood that he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

She nodded knowingly before heading inside.

Casey cast his gaze back to Cauldron Lake. The water looked innocent enough from an outside perspective- even beautiful on a day like this one. It chilled him to his core to think about all that had transpired because of it and what sinister secrets lay below the surface.

He closed his eyes.

“My name is Alex Casey. I’m an FBI agent.”

Thanks for reading! Comments are appreciated :)

#alan wake #alan wake 2 #alan wake spoilers #fanfic #alex casey #saga anderson #sam lake #the fictional one haha #no escape from reality #one last fic of 2023

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January 2024 Destiel Fic Recs

Here are some of my favourite Destiel fics posted in January 2024. The point of this rec list is to shine light on some new fics that otherwise might go drowing in the ocean of Destiel fics on ao3.

cure of all, this fruit divine by hurtygurdyman

Father, I am sorry my nature does not come easily to me. I know neither how I was made nor why I feel so alone.Cas draws a line in the soil that will one day become the Mississippi River. He looks up at God with a feeling in his gut he doesn’t want to name. spnflash day 4: envy.

This one is very short and poetic. (868 words)

i'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet by 13zepptraxx

“Thanks,” he whispers still, allowing Castiel’s hand to reside on the side of his face. He could shrug it away, and he knows he probably should, because right now he and Cas are tiptoeing along a line set a long time ago, one that they both silently agreed they should never cross. Across this line is uncharted waters, unknown consequences, no semblance of what will become; but it’s important to note that Dean wants to cross that line, all the time, every single day. He yearns so badly for it; so he’s taking this moment, this blurring of the line. Tomorrow they can go back to only looking at one another when the other is looking elsewhere, and stealing touches in the form of healing or in a quick pat on the shoulder that turns into a balled fist as they walk away. Tonight, Dean will allow himself to be weak.

Everything about this fic is just perfect. The fucking hours I spend going through every fic posted in january were worth it just for this one, honestly. (1,642 words)

What a Brave Little Ant You Are by withthekeyisking

The first time man-in-charge Cas shows up at Bobby's place, Dean promptly flips the fuck out and shoots him.By the fourth time, Dean doesn't bother reaching for his gun.

Season 7 godstiel, very interesting dynamic. (2,320 words)

Baker Company Pie by S1nging_Y0u_S0ftly

Castiel remembers a recipe from the Great Depression, and decides to bake it for Dean. It's a water pie, something he'd had a few times as a child and remembers it being edible. It will have to do.

This is a coda fic for Ninety One Whiskey, and if I loved 91w as much as I did, you'll love this one as well. (2,570 words)

Nobody Here But Us Chickens by ImYourHoneyBee

Dean has been trying out endearments inside his head for years. He can’t help it. Some sentences feel wrong on his tongue without one, the unsaid words jumping over themselves to leap out of his mouth like living things. It took him a long time to label it love, but what else could the urge be when Cas makes him feel so much? When Cas is hurt, Dean's gruff, “You good?” needs a comma and a ‘sweetheart’ at the end. Calling out in a dank, dusty storage room for a hand with hauling boxes or needing a clarifying eye on an obscure, potentially magical trinket wants to start with a questioning, “Hey, honey?” He can almost taste it, dripping off his tongue sweet and wanting, casual in its intimacy. Sometimes, Dean slips up. “Good morning, sunshine,” while passing Cas a doctored-up cup of coffee in his favourite mug has become a morning ritual. It’s innocuous enough to get away with if he doesn’t think about it too hard. Sometimes, he tries his best to make it sarcastic, but it inevitably comes out too sincere. Cas hasn't caught on yet, though, and Sam has stopped shooting him questioning side-eyes, so Dean's pretty sure he's pulling it off. The problem is that it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Very fluffy, they are soo soft in this, I love it. (4022 words)

45 by soft_pine

Dean's 4th, 5th, and 45th birthdays.

The contrast between those birthdays just chef's kiss! (1,158 words)

found it here in your love by nevernevergirl

Dean's birthday doesn't go as planned. Cas is definitely not throwing a tantrum about it. (In which learning to live your life after nearly two decades of saving the actual world is a process. They're doing it together, though.)

Another Dean's birthday fic, I actually read this one his birthday :). (2,779 words)

Don’t Let the Sound (of Your Own Wheels) Drive You Crazy by Eightbitpale

Like a crazy person, like this is new information, Dean thinks: there’s an angel of the lord in my passenger seat. One day I brought him home with me and he hasn’t left since. Cas sighs loudly, and turns a little in his seat to look at Dean head on.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

“Don’t read my thoughts, Cas”, Dean replies on autopilot, knowing even as he says it that that’s not what the angel meant. There’s a beat of silence between them where Cas just lets the tension hang, knowing all too well that the steely look he’s currently beaming into the side of Dean’s head is enough to make him crack eventually. Dean cracks. “I guess I was just thinking that some shit never changes, y’know?”Its been a long drive. Dean is thinking loudly.

I love the way this one was written, the atmosphere was really special.(3,917 words)

I (22m) am concerned about a coworker (30sm) but am wary of getting too involved in his life by bitterred

A coworker at the Gas-N-Sip that Castiel works at has noticed some weird things about him and decided to write into /r/relationships for advice. "I (22M) have a coworker (mid-30s, I think, M) and this dude (I guess I’ll call him Steve, it's anonymous enough) is more than a little weird. We work at a convenience store/gas station. It’s like he doesn’t understand any pop culture reference, at all, but talks about stuff from ancient history (like, literally, stuff that is in the bible) like he knows it happened for sure."

Short reddit fic about a one of Cas' coworkers perspective on Dean. (492 words)

but honey, most of them are true by Owco

Sam overhears some gossip between two hunters at a bar. He is surprised to learn that it’s all true. Set sometime after Exodus, around Let the Good Times Roll.

A very funny and unique take on the "Sam finds out about Dean and Cas"- trope. (2,996 words)

If you read and enjoy these fics make sure that you leave kudos and/or write a comment! Some of these stories are first fic the author posted on ao3 and they deserve all the love and motivation.

(And please feel free to point out any mistakes I might have made with the links and stuff... hope you enjoy! See you next month for the february recs.)

#fic rec #destiel #destiel fanfic #january 2024 #new fics #destiel fic rec #ao3 #spn #supernatural

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joanie-writes · 2 years

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Hi! Love your writing and I saw you are accepting requests.

How about reader taking care of Arthur after he is kidnapped by the O'Driscolls? Let's say he is starting to feel a bit better and reader prepares him some food and offers to clean him up a bit, trim his hair and beard?

I love the idea of reader pampering Arthur and this context seems like a good excuse to do so! Because I don't think he would easily accept someone taking care of him like that otherwise. (although he would love it!)

Thank you for the request :) I tried to keep the hair/beard length as ambiguous as I could for those who have a preference (as I do obvi)

Healing Hands

Sometimes dependence must be a practiced value.

Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.2k

You could still remember the feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach when you watched Arthur fall from the top of his horse, beaten, bruised, shot. Though at first it was petrifying, hearing him groan in pain and feeling his weak pulse, you knew that he was stronger than his injuries. You trusted that with some rest, soon enough he'd be back to the witty, strong, independent Arthur that you had fallen for.

His independence was a virtue that you always admired, but with that came not accepting when he had to be dependent. Arthur had always been your rock, from the moment when you first joined the gang, he listened to you and helped you find your way in the group of outlaws. You witnessed him defend you by any means necessary, always prepared to stick up for you. Arthur learned from a young age that you couldn't be too dependent on anybody, because more likely than not, they'd let you down. But being physically unable to be independent had put a real damper on his mood.

After a week, Arthur gained enough strength to sit up and be awake longer than an hour, but you knew he would only continue getting better if he ate regularly and got some movement.

"Arthur, hun, can I come in?" You stood outside the entrance of his tent with a bowl of stew and some medicine. Fully prepared for the protest he would most definitely throw about your assistance in his health.

"Yeah." You heard him, along with shifting of his covers and what sounded like a book closing.

You pushed the curtain open with your shoulder, being met with the sad sight of Arthur Morgan looking tired and hurt. You smiled sympathetically, which he returned. "You poor boy." You pouted, putting the steaming bowl down on his nightstand while you pulled a chair to the bedside.

Arthur sat up a little more, wincing surely because of his shoulder. "Where's your food?" He asked, tilting his head some as he went to pick up the bowl, his shoulder screaming in pain but nonetheless, he didn't complain.

"Hey hey," ignoring his question, you pushed his hand away, knowing the stretch would hurt the healing skin, "I'm your nurse for the next little while, you're on uh, bed arrest." You picked up the bowl and scooted closer to him.

"I'd much rather be on bed arrest with you in other circumstances." Arthur mumbled, getting a half smile from you before you focused only on feeding him spoonfuls of stew.

He nearly finished it all, which made you smile. His appetite was returning and that would only help with the healing process. You set the bowl back on the table, taking a moment to brush the hair out of his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. Arthur smiled, a blush appearing on his face from your gentle pampering. With a pat to his cheek, you sat up again and motioned to the fresh bandage and antiseptic meant for the gunshot through his shoulder.

Arthur sighed, begrudgingly removing the top of his union suit for you. "I can do this myself, sweetheart, I'm not half dead anymore." Arthur remarked, rolling his eyes as you did yours.

"I won't hear it, Arthur, I don't want you straining yourself and you should be grateful for me, would you rather Ms. Grimshaw do this? Because I can arrange that."

Arthur sealed his lips, allowing you to treat the wound and apply a new wrap. Your hands worked slowly, being so careful to not cause him further pain. While you're sure that anybody else in camp would have cried at the stinging sensation of the antiseptic on a wound like Arthur's, he merely screwed his face a little. With the fresh bandage securely wrapped around his shoulder, he leaned back once more, taking your hand into his and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you." Arthur spoke quieter, preferring to keep his flattery private.

"You're welcome, get some sleep now, yeah?" You smiled at him, laughing as he guided you to lay next to him.

"Shit."

You heard Arthur hiss from the inside of his tent, so with a sudden urgency, you dropped your chore and rushed into the partially open tent. Barely two weeks since he was hurt and the man was up and trying to shave. Clearly he had nipped himself already.

"Arthur." You tsked, shaking your head and walking over with an open hand. He shot you a short lived glare, ended by a defeated huff as he handed you the razor.

You wiped his face clean, making note of his slips and nicks. "I told you that I'd help you with things like this," You brushed your thumb over Arthur's temple, kissing it afterwards, "besides, you've never let me clean you up before." You smiled, preparing the shaving foam.

"There's a reason for that, cutthroat." Arthur chuckled, patting your hip in jest while you threw him a mean look. The badger brush smeared the white foam over Arthur's facial hair, and with the most tender touch that you could, you positioned his head to get the correct angle with the blade. As you moved around him, it came time to do near his moustache, and this was the part that made you suck in a nervous breath.

"You're doin' great, here, sit on my lap to get it right." Arthur gestured to his thigh, one of his hands rested on your waist while you settled atop of him.

"Always looking for an excuse to have a pretty someone in your lap, hey Arthur?" You teased, smiling with him and laughing at his response of, "I mean, only if that pretty someone is you, of course."

He pursed his lip as you shaved near his nose. You were so close to him that you could see the green speckled in his blue eyes, the tiniest of freckles, everything that made up the face of your love. Arthur watched you fade off as you stared at him, that unfamiliar hot blush returning to his face. After a moment or two, you shook your head and returned to the task at hand.

Not as clean as he could get at full capacity, but not bad. Whilst Arthur was admiring your handiwork in the mirror, you fiddled with his grown out hair, ticking his neck in the process. He turned to look at you, his eyes widening at your suggestion, "Why not let me take care of this mess, you're not trotting out to the barber anytime soon."

"No, sweetheart that's okay, I actually sort of like having hair on my head."

You scoffed, mock offence showing on your face, "I'll have you know that I was the star barber in my household back in the day, Mr. Morgan."

Arthur laughed, the hearty sound getting a smile to crack on your face too. "Please, I know that it bugs you at this length." You vouched your reasonings, watching him actively mull the idea over in his head.

"Fine, fine. You sure you know what you're doing?" Arthur raised a brow at you, sitting back in the chair.

You smiled, turning to grab a comb and the scissors before answering, "Of course. I'm the one that has to look at you so I wouldn't sabotage myself here, Arthur." Another laugh from him lightened the atmosphere further, and as you gave the honey blonde locks a brush, you could feel Arthur relaxing at the touch.

Being as precise as possible, you trimmed his hair just how he liked it. Arthur was so calm at your disposal, his eyes were even closed. The sight warmed your heart and honestly made you feel pretty lucky that the camp strongman, protecter, and infamous gunslinger was allowing you to brush your fingers through his hair.

"Done." You announced, adjusting a final few strands for the reveal. Arthur smiled upon looking in the mirror, his eyes flicking back to you in the reflection.

"Thank you, pumpkin. It looks great, and feels a lot better." Arthur complimented, he stood up from the chair and looked as handsome as ever, you might add.

Wordlessly, Arthur removed the top of his union suit for you to change his dressings. Not a peep of resistance either as you changed it. You were sort of shocked that he had finally let you help him without an argument of doing it himself, but that was good progress.

A perfectly pleasant breeze greeted you good morning as you left your own tent, dressed and ready for another day. The first thing you normally did was get two cups of coffee for Arthur and yourself, but as you thought of the amount of time since the incident and Arthur's steady improvement, you decided to ask that he accompany you. With a knock on the post, Arthur's sleepy voice beckoned you in.

"Good morning, my sweet love." You greeted cheerfully, holding his warm cheeks as you placed a smooch on his forehead.

"Morning, how'd you sleep?" Arthur asked and chuckled at your energy, rubbing his eye and trying to adjust his bedhead.

"Oh just fine, how about you, how's that shoulder feel?" You opened the trunk near the foot of his cot, finding a comfortable pair of pants for him to throw on top of the dark blue union suit.

Arthur huffed, sitting up to sit on the edge of the bed to slip into his jeans, "A little better I guess, one of the worse gunshots I've received over the years." He said, looking up at you as you stood in front of him, his head hitting your stomach while he rest against it. Relaxing into the touch of your fingers brushing through his hair.

The two of you stayed that for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and warmth of each other for just a moment longer. You knew Arthur much preferred to write his feelings, so you knew that this was his way of expressing his gratitude as best as he could for the time being. "Let's go get some coffee, yeah?" You offered, which promoted a silent nod from Arthur.

Arthur was met with smiles and words of optimism once you both had left the confines of his tent. You noticed the shy smile on his face and the genuine happiness that the other's happy greetings caused. You held each other's arms, leading him carefully to the campfire to take a seat. Silently, you thanked whoever had prepared the coffee that morning, grateful for the pleasant smell and proper taste opposed to the bitter charcoal that welcomed you to the morning most days.

You walked back to the campfire with two steaming mugs of coffee, smiling at the sight in front of you. It was Arthur with little Jack on his knee, Hosea patting his good shoulder with encouragement and most definitely giving him some sort of wisdom, and majority of camp surrounding the fire. Expressing their hatred for the O'Driscolls, asking about that night, or simply giving their best wishes.

Hosea and the others shuffled away to give you your well earned seat next to Arthur. You handed him the mug, pecked his cheek, and settled for what would surely be a good morning.

Initially, you only expected that Arthur would stay out till noon at most. But alas, the sun was beginning to set and he was sat against a tree, overlooking Flat Iron Lake. Arthur closed his beloved journal as you approached, not hiding but focused on you, like he always was.

"Hey, cowboy." You smiled, sitting down to be next to him. Arthur placed his hand on your leg as you sat down, absentmindedly running his palm up and down.

"The fresh air feels good, thanks for getting me out of that tent today." He looked over to you while you took his hand, tangling your fingers with his.

Before everything that had happened, you were hoping that Arthur would bring his guard down a notch, you two had even had fights about it. But the injury had almost forced him to be dependent, and build the trust that was needed before. "You're very welcome, everybody was happy to see you up and feeling better." You squeezed his hand, looking out at the still water for a while before Arthur spoke up again.

"And, hm, thank you for taking care of me the past couple weeks, it was really nice to have your help." His words were quiet, but it didn't matter, you heard what he had said just fine. Arthur had fully accepted your care, your love. He trusted you.

The sentence nearly brought a tear to your eye, you were so grateful for both his recovery and his affirmation, you pursed your lips in thought before voicing your feelings properly, "I will always be by your side, Arthur, just like I know that you're by mine. No matter what happens, we're a team and, I love you."

His lips pressed to yours, almost like a final stamp of approval on your feelings; you leaned into him, holding his jaw and up near his ear before he let go to speak.

"I love you too. Thank you, again."

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A/N: Hi! I'm continuing with uploading my fanfics and headcanons over here on Tumblr from my AO3 and Twitter!

This fanfic was written before the anime came out and may contain spoilers for anime-only people and for those who haven't reached Scandal Arc yet! I only had the time to finish this after episode 3 came out.

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