#because her dumbass brother left her in the dust like an asshole ???

[zellk]

My question is about Qalaa! She’s got an amazing design in every iteration so I wanted to ask what were your main inspirations for her? Also could you tell us a bit more about her story?

Hi there ! Thank you so much for your kind words about my babygirl ;A; !!! Everything started circa 2014 when I started to play Wakfu again with @shuuzaar and decided to make a red-skinned osamodas. She also now exists in multiple universes (a minotaur or tiefling in DnD, a demon/oni, a dragon, etc etc).

It wasn't a very conscious & willed thing but since I put a lot of 'myself' into her (more than all my other OCs, who have more... handpicked bits) so her build started to grow towards the larger / bigger side naturally. I'm definitely not as big, nor tall as her though (I am short and she's like, 209cm tall or sth).

Her general themes / traits are : A kind, soft & gentle soul in a body that is 'made' for killing / hurting easily because of it's size and strength. Feeling inadequate / dysphoria / struggling to accept her body because it doesn't fit what she likes (petite and feminine girls). Struggle to control flares of emotions & physical strength. And being very, oh so very gay about girls and feminine people (this is a very important part ok).

In time I've been slowly collecting pictures of athletes and people that make me think of her and trying to refine how she looks in my head ! Though, like many of my characters, the specifics tends to change depending on how I feel on the moment... sometimes I want her nose a bit more like this or like that... don't be surprised if her gallery isn't the most consistent in terms of facial features :,^)

One thing that definitely DID inspire me for her though are the marks on her body ! They are inspired from scarifications of the Chambri tribe in Papua New Guinea https://bodyartforms.com/blog/sepik-river-scarification.asp)

As for her story, well, my current DnD group where I play her has given me a lot of opportunities to flesh it out a little more >:^D I'll try to keep it short.

Qalaari was born from an unplanned pregnancy. Her mother, Aamira Molandine, was someone with a very weak health due to a blood curse running in her family (more on that later) ; but despite her health she decided to keep the child and see the pregnancy through. Her father, Temhos Croquelune, is a member of a tribe of "beast folk" (this is tweaked and adapted to fit in various universes when I can) and, while enamoured with Aamira, was really not ready to have a child, and to potentially have to raise it alone should Aamira die while giving birth. After yet another argument with her about getting an abortion for her sake and the sake of them both, Temhos ran away during the night and never came back.

~6 month pregnant Aamira found refuge in the Croquelune tribe under Temhos' sister roof, Olgha (who also had a crush on Aamira & both her and her brother tried to court her). The travel took a heavy toll on Aamira's already weak health and yet she somehow miraculously survived the delivery of her (very) big and healthy baby girl Qalaari. Qalaari was raised in a very loving home by Aamira and Olgha, but developped a big resentment towards her blood father, especially since after giving birth, Aamira remained a very sickly person with a broken heart. Aamira died when Qalaari was 13, which kind of forever scared her and worsened her struggles to control her emotions.

Remember the Cursed Blood thing ? Well basically, it's a curse that either 1) eats you alive if your body is too weak to handle it (Aamira's case, which is why she had a weak health from the beginning) OR 2) enhances the physical potential of your body, but tends to make you lose control and become little more than a beast (Qalaari's case). So yeah... she's trying to get better but she has a lot of healing to do with her inner child and that's not easy... especially with the layers of self hatred the cycles of her life are bringing in :^) !

EDIT : I FORGOT TO ADD that Qalaari is currently exiled from the Croquelune tribe. The circle scar on her clavicle is the mark of the exiled, who are sent away from the tribe for 3 years before they can come back. The practice exists to try and get people to grow 'outside of the community' before coming back in it as a slightly different person. The once-exiled people are reintegrated in the tribe when they return if possible. Olgha, Qalaari's aunt-in-law and adoptive parent, has a mark like this! This exile is definitely not the best solution ever but it's been done for so long in the tribe that it's hard to yknow... challenge the system of it.

Anyway if you've read to this point, thank you for listening to me fail miserably to keep this short... Qalaari is one of my dearest OC, so it's really hard not to gush about her in a 3 hours TED Talk everytime...

Thank you for this kind ask ! Hope you'll have a good day :> !

#qalaari #qalaari coquelune #wall of text #ask #beary ask #answer #ocs #oc #oc talk #ocs talk #zellk #zellkabellk #gritpyre #“ill try to keep this short” <- me when i fucking lie #im sorry it's so hard to not want to gush about everything like i've been discovering so many details about Qalaa's parents / familly #im SO INVESTED in them fskmdjghmkj like ??? the unplanned pregnancy ??? Olgha having a crush on Aamira and ending up taking care of her #because her dumbass brother left her in the dust like an asshole ??? #Olgha never talking about her feelings to Aamira but Aamira knows Im sure ??? but she's still heartbroken and yet she's so thankful ??? #Qalaari growing with this pure HATRED towards her father for what he did to her mom #but also being such an unreliable narrator because let's be real Aamira wanting to keep the child with her health #WAS NOT REASONABLE #she didn't leave Temhos a choice but it's still an asshole move from Tem to have just LEFT AND RUN AWAY #anyways they are my little drama sitcom in my head and I eat it up so bad

[voidstilesplease]

For @steoevents' SteoVDay

The Quest for Eros' Wayward Arrow (a demigod Valentine's au :)

Tags: 1.7k word count, fluff (??), Isaac's here, vague kinda confession but they get it, so are they together now? who knows.

I pretty much gave up on making an aesthetic for this one, so here's a cute gif I found on Google instead. It fits, I guess, since this is my last arrow! Happy Steo Valentine's everyone 💕

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Walking the wet pavement on his way to his apartment, Stiles reaches inside his hoodie for his dagger, eirènè. His senses are tingling, alerting him that something is off - something is following him. Inconspicuously, he bumps against a stranger in an excuse to turn around, half-heartedly apologizing, while his eyes scan the space behind him. Nothing suspicious to the common eyes. Then again, monsters lurk behind the Mist.

He pulls the hood over his head and continues walking, his pace faster this time. February in New York is cold, rainy, and with the possibility of snow, but hundreds of people still walk around the city, trickling in and out of establishments. It's going to cause a ruckus if there is a monster trailing Stiles. But it's better to end it before it starts.

Passing by a flower shop with reflective glass panes, he spots it - a disturbance in the atmosphere as it knocks back a potted plant from the sidewalk. Stiles thinks he also hears noises and grunts. Facing forward, he sets his jaw and straightens his spine to get ready. Stiles's fingers close around tightly on eirènè, veering from his direction and turning sharply into an alley, walking faster, leading himself and his pursuer deep into a more deserted location. Up ahead, he finds a narrower passageway, and he makes another turn toward it.

Seconds later, he hears an empty can rattling. He shoulders off his school bag and chucks it to the ground unceremoniously. Then, he pounces.

•••

What he finds himself holding his blade against is not a monster, though. It's Theo in the camp's orange T-shirt, choking on Stiles's arm around his neck. When he realizes who it is, Stiles quickly releases his grip. He stares at the boy wide-eyed, in a mix of confusion and anger.

"What," Stiles gapes as Theo bends to cough. "What are you doing here?" Stiles's arms flail. "And why are you following me? I could've hurt you, you know, dumbass."

Theo points an accusing finger, still coughing a little. "Hey," he glares, rubbing his throat with his other hand. "I slipped a note in your pocket."

Stiles frowns. Someone had slipped a note in his pocket, but that was back at school. "You've been following me since school? I thought it was just a random Valentine's note from-" he cuts himself abruptly. It's probably unwise to be talking to Theo about a nameless admirer.

But Theo is already narrowing his eyes, "Who's giving you Valentine's notes?"

"Hey," another voice grunts out of thin air, male, startling Stiles to action, raising his knife again and making a defensive stance. He sweeps his eyes around but sees nothing. It speaks again. "Could you cancel the glamour now before Stiles sticks his knife to my forehead?"

The accent and dry tone is familiar, and just when Stiles places the voice to its owner, Theo touches an empty space with a sigh, and Isaac, son of Aphrodite, appears of thin air, holding a limp-

"Why are you carrying an empousa?" Stiles cries incredulously, looking alarmingly at the unconscious shapeshifter. It's female with a beautiful face but hideous one hairy donkey leg and the other a prosthetic one made of Celestial bronze - and lying like a sack of flour over one of Isaac's shoulders.

Theo steps forward, pursing his lips. "We're on a quest, Stiles." he says, "And we need your help."

•••

"So, let me recap," Stiles says after Theo and Isaac finish explaining a bit of the situation. "Somehow, a group of empousai got hold of one of the god Eros's magical love arrows." Stiles looks at the two demigods for confirmation. When they both nod, he continues. "And now, they're using that arrow to bewitch young men into entering this blind dating thing where these vampire ladies could suck the poor, loveless guys dry?"

Isaac nods, shifting the limp empousa onto another shoulder. Stiles grimaces at the creature. "Eros called in a favor from my mother to send a quest to retrieve it. Aphrodite appeared to me to do the quest. Ares bonked Theo in the head-" Theo rolls his eyes hard at this. It's a marvel how Theo is an expert at eye-rolling now. He must have picked it up from Stiles someone. "-to come with me. Now, we're on a mission to take back our shared brother's magic arrow on this fine day of hearts and roses. It's all very lovely."

Theo gives Isaac a flat book before turning to Stiles, "Hecate explains that she can't stop the nature of her children, but that she can assist." Theo takes a purple pouch from a front pocket and shows it to Stiles. "The goddess had Lydia send this to us. Invisibility dust. We have enough for the three of us to come in undetected into the building where the empousai are holding the blind dates. At least, for a few minutes."

"What perfect occasion to seduce desperate men to their deaths other than Valentine's Day, huh?" Isaac quips from behind them, grinning dryly.

"Okay," Stiles says nodding, "and why do you need my help exactly?"

Theo pauses for a second, caught off-guard, recovers, then shrugs casually, "You're a very skilled demigod, and from around the area."

Isaac snorts loudly.

"Shut up, Isaac," Theo grinds his teeth without turning to him.

The empousa on Isaac's shoulder shifts and moans, but Isaac commands her to sleep again. She hangs limply once more - just like that. Charm speaking is handy and definitely scary.

Theo shakes his head, exhaling a long-suffering sigh. When he looks at Stiles, he puffs his chest and straightens as if he's about to reveal a life-altering secret. "It's true. We can use your battle expertise. But there's also something else," Theo takes another pause. "The presence of Eros's arrow won't beguile only four people: his children, children of Aphrodite, Hecate's children because it's currently under enchantments by the goddess' followers, and-" he stops again, wetting his lips. "anyone touching or near someone they're in love with."

For a second, Stiles stops breathing, quickly understanding the implication. It still throws him off-kilter, though. Did Theo really just-

"So," Theo speaks again, stepping closer, looking into Stiles's eyes. "I need you with me in this quest."

Isaac makes another impatient noise in the background, but Stiles cannot focus on anything else at the moment. His vision tunnels on Theo and the honesty in his eyes.

Finally, swallowing with butterflies in his stomach, Stiles finds his voice. "How do you know it will work on you?"

For a moment, Theo looks confused. Then, he laughs at the question as if it's ridiculous that Stiles even asked. "It will," he says with absolute certainty that his eyes are bright with it. "After all, it worked on Calypso's island. I have zero doubts."

At the mention of Calypso's island, Stiles becomes aware of the cold pendant of Theo's Christmas gift, sitting on his collarbone with the words for bringing me back from Ogygia where three azurite stones sit as proof of the mythical island's existence. And how Theo came back from it. Stiles's hand reach unconsciously to feel it, now familiar to his skin after over a month of wearing it with his camp beads.

Theo's eyes track the movement, smiling when he realizes what Stiles is touching. It's the first time Theo sees it on Stiles.

Stiles clears his throat, forcing down the heat rising to his face, only faintly aware of Isaac murmuring behind them - probably charm speaking pedestrians to walk the opposite direction or just muttering to himself about the delay. From the corner of his eyes, Stiles sees the son of Aphrodite move the empousa to the other shoulder again. But it feels as if it's happening miles away from him and Theo. Hands falling to his sides, he puts eirènè back to its sheath. Then, Stiles opens his mouth and asks, "How do you know it will work on me?"

Theo falters at that, studying Stiles's face as he considers the question. Then, his gaze drops to where the pendant is and flicks back up with a reply, "Won't it?"

Stiles bites the inside of his mouth to stop the dumb smile threatening to break through his face. But he knows his eyes must be laughing because Theo grins dopily at him, taking cue from his reaction, making Stiles's insides somersault in a giddiness he only ever knew with the son of Ares, of all people.

"You guys are pathetic," Isaac comments, and it's without heat that Stiles kindly tells him to shut up.

"All right," Stiles announces cheerfully after a few seconds of daffy staring, feeling like a total dork. He picks and hoists his school bag on his back. Belatedly, he thanks the Fates that he left all his textbooks in his locker. "Let's go, then."

"Finally," Isaac grumbles, opening his palm expectantly for the pouch of invisibility dust. "Do you realize I've been carrying her for a while now? This girl smells like a fried donkey."

Theo passes it to him, not losing the silly smile on his face, then fishes something from his back pocket. "Here," he hands it to Stiles.

Stiles takes the object. It's- "A Valentine's card?" He asks in amusement, but his heart is dancing in his chest, and he wants to melt inside, giggling. Di immortales. He can deal with cocky, short-tempered, impulsive, asshole children of the War god, but he can't handle the sappy ones. Stiles wants to swoon like no respectable son of Athena should. It's as disconcerting as it's pleasant.

Theo shrugs, looking so attractive with his eyes alight in happiness instead of fury. "At least, I get to give it to you this time. Happy Valentine's Day, son of Athena."

"Are we going or what?"

Stiles allows himself to laugh then, ignoring Isaac. Really, he should be more excited about this development. Aren't children of Aphrodite notoriously enthusiastic about match-making and romances? Stiles opens his backpack to keep the card in safety. He feels inexplicably light at the moment that he thinks he might float. Gods, he never knew he missed Theo, but he desperately did.

"Happy Valentine's Day, son of Ares," Stiles answers, taking Theo's hand when he extends it. "Now, let's go put some bloodsuckers back to Tartarus."

Theo smirks, brandishing his free hand in the air to conjure a weapon, a skill he now artfully masters. Instantly, a celestial bronze sword appears in his hand, folding smaller and smaller until it's nothing but a ring on his finger. It's so fucking hot. "It's a date."

~•~

#Steo #SteoVDay #SteoEvents #Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Theo Raeken #demigod au #fics tag #stiles x theo #demigodseries

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   12

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sans feels like an asshole. Papyrus agrees that he's a dumbass. 

A/N: Sans is sorry... he's really sorry... he didn't mean to be scary...

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Dinner in bed.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and (Y/n) looked up from her blanket cocoon of comfort. 

"s-sweetheart- ...sweetheart, 'm sorry," Sans' soft voice told her with a sigh, muffled by the door. "i want ya ta know i wasn't doin' it ta hurt ya, b- but we can talk about it when y're ready, w-whenever ya want… i- th' important thing is- fuck- ...i'm an' asshole, sweetheart, i know it- but ya can't jus'-" he took a breath, calming himself. "ya can't jus' run off inta danger blindly an' 'xpect me ta- ya- ya coulda…" He choked on whatever emotion was filling him, making it hard to talk. "ya coulda been dusted," he whispered against the wood of the door. 

He didn't know if she'd understand, he knew that 'dusted' wasn't the word humans used, and they didn't use 'fall down', either, but it didn't stop them from doing it. And his sweetheart had looked like she was on the edge of falling down when he was in there. 

He couldn't let that happen. He needed his sweetheart to stay alive, stay with him… 

"a-anyway," he said after clearing his throat, able to continue in a more normal tone. "i brought ya some dinner, ya don't haveta open th' door; i'm gonna leave it right here fer ya, an' then i'm gonna go downstairs an' leave ya be fer a bit. i- if ya need me… that's where i'll be… i-if ya need  anythin',  i'll be here- jus' gotta ask, sweetheart…" 

(Y/n) heard him walk away, slowly moving closer to the door and listening closely, not satisfied that he was gone until she heard him downstairs talking with Papyrus. 

She slowly, quietly, opened the door and brought the food in before closing and blocking the chair to it again. 

She ate the food, glad that Sans had put mostly salad and bread on her plate, saving her from much of the lasagna. 

.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU PUT SO MUCH OF THAT OTHER FOOD ON HER PLATE, SANS," Papyrus griped. "IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SAYING THAT MY FOOD ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH…"

“‘s nothin’- nothin’ like that, paps- ‘s jus’- s-she’s a human, y’know, they need, like, extra nutrients an’ minerals an' shit like that. gotta keep ‘er healthy…” Sans trailed off, a little nervous sweat beading on his skull. 

They dug in to the lasagna, Sans mostly scooting it around on his plate as he tried to push the memory of his sweetheart shaking in terror caused by him from his mind. 

“SO… WHY ISN’T SHE EATING WITH US, TONIGHT?” Papyrus asked after a few moments of silence. 

“‘cuz imma fuckin’ dumbass,” Sans murmured. 

“WELL, YOU WERE A DUMBASS YESTERDAY, AND THAT DIDN’T STOP HER…” 

“heh…” A humorless laugh left Sans’ mouth. 

It was quiet again, and in the silence, Sans heard the soft sound of a plate being set in the hall and his door closing

He stood and slouched up to the hall, taking the plate and making his way back to the sink. 

Papyrus watched his brother, his worry growing in his bones. He’d never seen Sans walk so much, except when he was very low on magic, and before he’d learned how to use his lazy shortcuts. His eyelights followed him as he made his way back to the stairs until he couldn’t see him anymore. 

Sans stopped in front of his door, stooping to set the plate in his hand down. 

“s-sweetheart,” he called softly. “i- i brought ya some dessert… ‘s from th’ store, papyrus brought it back…” He hesitated, taking a few breaths before leaning his skull against the door, wishing he could just make her feel how sorry he was, and that he hadn’t meant to scare her or harm her through the door. 

He took another deep breath and let it out before pulling away and basically dragging himself back to the table. 

“WHAT HAPPENED, SANS?” Papyrus asked after a few more silent moments. 

“told ya; ‘m a fuckin’ dumbass…” Sans muttered as he scooped another bite onto his fork. 

Papyrus didn’t know what to say to that, so there was silence as he tried to find some words to express himself correctly. 

There was a soft sound on the stairs, one that they wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t so quiet, and it made a near silent trail to the kitchen. 

Sans ducked his head guiltily as he heard the sound of clothing rustling as his sweetheart made her way to the sink, sure he could feel her wary gaze on him the entire time. 

Papyrus’s eyelights stuck to her like glue as she moved, sockets creasing as he squinted a little. 

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but Sans shook his head, looking up at him and quietly pleading, “boss…”

Papyrus closed his mouth with a click of his teeth and let out a breath, going back to his lasagna. 

(Y/n) walked back out through the doorway, and Papyrus waited until they heard the soft sound of Sans’ door closing again before he spoke, “YOU PUT THE COLLAR ON HER AFTER ALL.” 

It wasn’t a question. The strap of leather was plain to see, especially with the way that shirt hung off of her shoulder. 

Sans winced again. 

“You’ll Be Making Her Safer,” his brother told him quietly, knowing how much he hated the collar, and how serious whatever had happened to make him put it on her had to have been. 

.

Dinner had long since been over, and (Y/n) was still alone in Sans’ room, sitting on the bed, trying to do whatever she could to get the stupid collar off of her. But nothing was working. 

She tried everything, and nothing worked. 

She tugged at it long into the evening, hearing whatever show the two had been watching on the tv downstairs turn off and after a few moments, Papyrus’ door close. 

She felt her body stiffen, hearing another set of footsteps coming toward the door, hesitating in the hall… and then a dull whump as something hit the floor. 

Suddenly, she felt like she had to use the bathroom. 

Because she suddenly couldn’t leave the room, most likely. It was always the one thing you couldn’t do that ended up being the one thing you somehow needed to do most, like having an itch on your nose after being told you can’t touch anything. 

She sighed and violently wiggled her hips, feeling an urgency to use the bathroom, now. 

Fiiiiiine, she mentally cursed, getting up and going to the door. 

She quietly opened the door and made her way out, seeing Sans sitting hunched over next to the door. She quickly moved away from him, not wanting to be too close, and hurried to the bathroom, but caught the way his skull turned away from her, seemingly in shame. 

He hadn’t moved by the time she got back, but she could see the glow of his eyelights reflecting off of the wall. 

She faked more courage than she had and walked past him into the room, closing the door and sticking the chair against it again. 

She sat on the bed, watching the door for a bit. 

He really seemed like he felt guilty… sorry, even… but then, why didn’t he just take the fucking collar off of her?! 

Well… not like she’d given him much chance to get close enough to her… For good reason!

She sighed, conflicted. 

Finally, she decided what to do. 

 Sans let his skull rest against the wall uncomfortably. 

He deserved this. 

He deserved more than this for scaring his sweetheart so badly… 

The door next to him cracked open, and he heard quick movement back across the floor to his bed. 

After a moment, his skull turned, his sockets opening to see that the door was still cracked. 

Was his sweetheart telling him that it was ok to come in? That she’d calmed down enough to see him? 

Sans slowly climbed up, going into his room and looking over at where she was laying in a huddled pile on the bed, surrounded by his blanket. 

That was fine. He didn’t need a blanket to sleep anyway, and if it made her feel better, he’d give it to her. 

Sans kicked off his shoes and quietly climbed onto his bed, laying down so he could stare at his sweetheart, silently apologizing. 

After a few minutes, the rising movement of the blanket grew regular, and he thought she was asleep. 

His sweet, wonderful, sweetheart. 

Sans’ hand reached out and his phalanges touched her, gently stroking over her a few times before he pulled it back to himself, staying on one side of the bed. He wasn’t going to cause her any other worry, and if that meant staying an arm’s length away for the night, he would. 

A/N: Welp. We're getting to the part where Sweetheart starts talking a bit next chapter, but starts talking a lot soon. So prepare for such terrible spelling... it gave me shiver just looking at it. and also, do a favor and let me know if you're going to want translations? So I can set those up beforehand... examples so you can make an informed decision: Whahy w...t'r Ikh do Oh, hey, also, I have another Undertale story (a reverse harem with multiple universes of skelles) and posted a chapter of it, too! It’s on Ao3. It’s on chapter 4. See how much I get behind on here from stupid editing problems? Ugh.

@tephi101  @lilypalmer1987  @pingu89  @gifsbysimplysonia  @omnomsauruswrites<3U!  @keldachick  @Randomfandompenguin  @mannls  @screeching-student-unknown  @lizfawn  @ya-lyublu-tebya  @their-bibliophile  @the-fifth-marauder03  (let me know if y’all wanna be taken off, btw, since it’s not marvel lol)

#tsundere #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #underfluff #undertale au #underfrick #underfell #Uf!Sans needs some love #uf!sans #uf!sans x reader #UF!Sans is a sweetheart in an asshole package #uf!sans x you #reader #reader insert #y/n #undertale alternate universe #mutual pining #pining #angst #romance #comfort #red (underfell) x y/n

[wpbaes]

okay i didnt proofread any of this and this is a brain dump and i s2g i wont dump all these charas at once but i love them all already so deal WITH IT lmfao 

HAVE FUN!!

Ari’s Characters:

Carter Crane - Alex Fitzalan FC - 21 - College Senior/Aspiring Actor 

Still a #richbitch

Still has a booked gig w/ THE Thalia Nasri and is the younger half brother of Georgie Banks. Its a recent development but he’s kind of thriving

His parents just left and got divorced. Basically everything is the same he’s just still in college and younger

He and Eleanor just started dating too but it’s a lot newer and she only recently broke up w/ her Ex who’s a dick and wont leave carter alone 

Realistically only likes about a total of 3 people

Still a partier and that will perhaps lead to plenty of bad choices

#helovethecoco

will learn his lesson eventually..maybe

he still gonna get that degree tho!

Ella Cooper - Crystal Reed FC - 31 - Cannabis bakery owner & skate park enthusiast 

still that bitch

gay af + stoner af

still bffs with cass #rideordie (will they end up married? let’s find out! lmao)

grew up in willow park but left for some years to ny and got her bachelors in english and political science/got her mba at NYU. 

she moved back to town a few months before anna killed her husband and has been home since. 

she still has her little doggies zeus & franky 

she opened Dazed & Confused Bakery last year after dreaming it up with Cass one night one their couch and with the help of her sister. They’re a smaller venue at the moment but very popular and always featuring a new special baked good. They’re a big fan of mixing munchie cravings and genuinely good food. 

On weekends they hold an open mic night and do a few more menus items that go along with the munchie theme. lots of grilled cheese, vegan and non. Big hit w/ the hipster and 55+ population. 

She’s been in therapy for two years now and doing a lot better after breaking off her engagement and leaving behind a fiancee in new york. She also ended an affair she was having with a married woman a few months ago

Shes been trying to get herself back on track and make less dumbass choices. 

Still the biggest flirt and making heart eyes at every woman who walks her way

she’s been working on building a skate park near the bakery but has been having issues with the zoning

in the meantime you can find her skating all over town/at the small skatepark that does currently exist. 

Andy Asal - Alia Shawkat FC - 28 - Baker

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them & occasionally He/Him

Cake Decorater/Baker @ Sinfully Sweet for the past five years

Originally from portland, moved to Willow Park for a new adventure/has loved the little family they’ve found

Bffs with Sofia Miller and has a lowkey (highkey) crush on her

general cinnamon roll/generally oblivious when someone is flirting w them

big on friendship 

also big on good food and staying in/not a big drinker or partier

still a proud member of grace ko’s book club 

Grace Ko - Lucy Liu FC - 50 - Author & Professor of English & Women and Gender Studies

has been in willow park for seven years, originally from queens, NY

Has been divorced for a year and a half and has managed to find a civil co-parenting relationship ground w/ Alana

Hasnt told anyone that she and Alana have recently started to hook up but refuses to talk about it

Just finished their book tour for their now fourth NY times best selling book 

has a 8 year old, 14 year old and 17 year old

lives in a bigass house where they host a lot of dinner parties, they’re very involved in local government and their kids PTA board

They teach at the local university and also instructs a few online courses 

Has become someone a lot better with casual hook ups though they have a tough time not consistently offering to make someone a meal. 

still a surrogate parent to rebecca

a very proud aunt to annisa

#bigmomenergy

Hector Fuentes - Clayton Cardenas FC - 33 - Cartel Member/Mechanic

a willow park lifer

the biggest hypeman 

was born raised and will die in willow park and he has no issues w that

has an older sister and three younger brothers

u know the deal the fuentes fam be on that queen of the south shit

but a lot of their work is way outside of willow park

he still lives in an apartment by himself. 

he has two kids and both of them have different baby mamas. he doesnt have full custody but he he pays child support and gets most weekend with them. he has a son and a daughter. 

his son is name Angel (3) and his daughter is name Maribel (5)

He has a decent relationship with both baby mams but i imagine Maribel’s mom really loves being petty w/ him and Angel’s mother is more likely to try to seduce him every time they’re together

He lowkey thrives on the drama

and he LOVES being lil Theo Cooper’s godfather, he still is the best dad and just tries his damn best

lowkey emotional/hella protective/still checks up on anna every damn day

his day job is as a mechanic at the local auto body shop. he can mostly be seen getting around on his motorcycle.

Levi McCoy - Jesse Lee Soffer FC - 30 - Willow Park PD Officer 

willow park native,big angel energy

younger brother of Chase McCoy

spends a lot of time at the barcade maintaining his pacman high score

was a volunteer firefighter for a long time and got his associates degree at willow park community college

only became a cop after his brother started to get into legal trouble

has no ambition to be a detective and enjoys cruising around in his patrol car 

he coaches a middle school basketball team of all genders and places on the police departments rec league though sometimes he wishes he was still playing with the firefighters 

lives in a cute lil apartment downtown, a pretty neat and clean guy, v focused on his health and just having a simple life

hes not at all curious about his biological parents and he’s just happy his brother is out and doing better, chase is basically his number one priority 

turns a blind eye to a lot of things, especially when it comes to the fuentes cartel

Ultimately he’s committed to keeping people safe but not to throwing people into prison just for the hell of it

Kareem Salia - Kofi Siriboe FC - 21 - College Junior/Basketball Player

originally from new jersey

star basketball player at willow park university(which I have decided is division I lmfao) he’s a point guard

such a charmer and he knows it. he’s v flirty and somewhat cocky but he plays it off well

knows what he wants and goes for it

nothing will get in the way of his potential NBA career and he’s aiming to get drafted before graduation though his father has a few words about that

was raised by a single dad back in Newark and has an older brother who’s in the Marines

He’s been in Willow Park since he started school three years ago and is fairly well known around town, especially during basketball season

V committed to his work out routines (workout buddies wassup)

lives in an off campus apartment with a few of his teammates/tries to stay out of trouble but isn’t always successful 

bi bi bi

def has a few baes on campus and off

perhaps w someone slightly older?? 

hes a fun time and a hell of a talent

Reagan Tucker - Lizzy Caplan FC - 35 - Stylist 

abortion tw

originally from westchester, NY

a mess of a human but boyy do i love her sm

has never gotten along w/ her parents. its as if they had a child just to have one not to actually raise one

so she grew up with a p rebellious crowd, never had great boyfriends or people in her life who actually gave her great love aside from her one best friend since childhood

went to college in NYC to study fashion/has always had an eye for fashion

as a kid she found her solace in large stacks of vogue and cosmo magazines, dreaming and studying, knowing one day she’d get to be a part of that world

it didnt happen as easily as she wanted to but it she eventually found her way into the industry

when she was a junior in college she found out she was pregnant with her then on and off’s boyfriends baby

he was p shitty about it and she ended up getting an abortion that she never talks about/still thinks about often 

shes the most non committal, she hates the idea of relationships mostly because she had no idea how to let herself be loved anymore

has left a lot of people in the dust

which is partly why she left ny and moved to willow park

she wanted a fresh start and already had a couple of high end clients. she still travels for work but shes found herself a nice af apartment in willow park that she feels is her safe haven. even if it mostly serves as a place for her to kick off her shoes and sleep before she gets up and goes out and makes more bad choices

never on time

borderline alcoholic but will never admit that

#hotmessexpress

but i love her v much shes v near and dear to my heart 

Simon Walker - Ryan Gosling FC - 36 - CEO of Sanders Corp. 

willow park native 

the oldest of two, his family has been in willow park since it’s founding. his father is a fairly prominent politician and currently serves as a US senator. 

Inherited the family company from his grandfather

They started out as a small ad company and grew into one of the biggest advertising conglomerates in the world (think modern day don draper and the plot of succession lmfao) now they’re a huge media company but focus a lot on ad revenue and represent some of the biggest companies around

one of those companies that kind of have their hand in everything

Simon has been a big part of making them more current an inclusive. made a lot of brows raise when he fired half of his board and brought in a ton of women, especially women of color and some of his old new york buddies to help him bring some diversity into the company

his father is a democratic senator but his grandfather is republican so thats where the split kind of forms 

his father is still a bit of an asshole though and wants simon to be in politics but simon refuses

his passion is art and always has been and he sometimes gets a little too involved with the graphic design aspect

he has a room at home where he paints and keeps all of his work, its really just a hobby now

has a 4 year old son that he adopted after an ex lover of his overdosed and left the baby with no family. his own family wasnt happy with his decision but he refused to let the kid go into the system

is generally friendly/likes to keep up a good image

is happiest at a baseball or basketball game or at home painting while his son naps 

loves to hold big ol barbecues in the summer and his family throws a huge 4th of July event every year

his face is on a lot of ads around town and he’s currently involved in helping his father’s re-election campaign 

Shawn Pearson - Jacob Elordi FC - 20 - College Sophomore

originally from california

grew up in foster care/always caused a lot of trouble

lowkey genius which is how he got into willow park U with a full ride 

he’s definitely the broody/silent type

v rude and v bad at having healthy relationships

only really knows how to use people for what he wants

definitely will crumble to pieces once someone makes him face his feelings enough

definitely has the whole “i have no one” mentality 

excels in mathematics and really just wants to use his skills with numbers to go make big money so he can buy a house where no one will bother him

mostly goes to parties to hook up and find a bed to sleep in for the night 

spends most school breaks working, he’s a delivery boy and does some illegal bookeeping. anything to keep him fed and going. while his tuition is paid he doenst really have much going into his pocket 

hes based off an older chara of mine i just made him a lot younger and slightly more impressionable 

probably only has a couple people he counts as actual friends but generally likes to keep his distance, sure that everyone is out to get him

knows he has a brother he was separated from in the system but has never looked for him/barely remembers him since he was a newborn when their parents dropped them off in front of a firehouse. 

picked willow park because it had a good finance/accounting program and because he wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t california. 

Viola Lancaster - Aly Michalka FC - 37 - District Attorney

originally from Northampton, MA - twin sister to Micah

(yes im a sucker who loves to make rosa’s dreams come true lmfao)

originally from chicago (go cubs!) but spent a substantial amount of time in NYC

Went to Smith College for undergrad and Harvard for Law School

a boss ass bitch

not one to be messed with and is v protective of her brother

she and micah lost their brother when they were teenagers, he was kidnapped and killed, it was a big national story. neither of them ever talk about it

very gay, shes my og lesbian character. so VERY near and dear to me 

has probably been in willow park for a couple of years and took the job as DA to really beef up her portfolio. doesnt really see herself settling down there but she likes it so far

can often be found at her office or at the bar having a glass of merlot

v active/always goes for morning runs and very big on yoga and meditation 

ugh i just love her ok lmfao 

Devon Reynolds- Milo Ventimiglia - 40 - Construction Worker 

willow park native 

recently released from prison

unknowingly shawn’s older brother, he always knew he had a younger brother but a lot of the documentation is blacked out and he hasnt had the resources to find him until now

he was adopted when he was 6 by a fairly loving but very strict family 

was framed for murder that he didn’t commit

used to be willow parks start quarterback until he injured himself and got addicted to his pain meds

arrested at 20 and spent the next 20 years of his life in prison 

his adoptive parents basically turned their backs on him and have since moved out of willow park

So he was released and really started from zero. lived in a homeless shelter until he was able to save up enough for a shitty apartment in the shitty part of town

he just tries to make his curfew and not fuck up his parole

recovering addict and alcoholic

spends way too much time w his toxic ex

got a decent job as a construction worker but is always doing odd job/hard to find people who hire formerly incarcerated folks. 

just #doinghisbest 

#about muses #LONG AF #intro post

[sciencelings-writes]

What is Dead May Never Die

ENDGAME SPOILERS 

Post-Endgame Guardian Angel AU

The last thing Tony saw was his family. A selfish part of him wished that his little Morgan was there, but he was glad that she wasn’t. This would be hard on her if she even understood what was happening. His wife, his beautiful perfect wife crouched in front of him in her new cool-toned armor, trying her hardest not to break down. Behind her was Peter with Rhodey’s gray metal arm around his shoulders, both with tears in their eyes, but Peter’s were a little more apparent. He seemed to be trying he hide it with his hands over his mouth but his red-rimmed eyes were heartbreakingly obvious.

Tony knew that he was only moments away from death, he could feel it looming over him and he was paralyzed. He had never been afraid of death, only of leaving. He didn’t want to leave his wife or his best friends or his kid… kids. He didn’t want to leave Morgan or Peter. He wished he had reached out to Harley more, he could raise Morgan more, he could protect Peter more. He would do anything to stay. To not have to know what his death would do to the people around him.

He thought about Peter, and how it would be worse for him because it wasn’t the first time for something like this to happen. He regretted thinking about it, at least Peter was alive. Tony sacrificed his life to keep it that way. Peter may be traumatized and broken-hearted but he was alive. They were all alive.

The last thing Tony heard was a sob. He knew it was from Pepper, when she thought he had bit the dust. But he had a single moment left. He used it thinking about the people he loved. He was content.

He didn’t think that there was anything after death. He had always believed the grimmest of afterlives, that there was just darkness. He would just stop existing. However, he wasn’t right about that. He entered the light and there was something more. He tried to convince himself that it was an illusion, but he was glad that it wasn’t when his vision cleared.

“Good morning Shellhead, I’m glad I’m not the only one that ended up here.” An ethereal version of Natasha Romanov smiled down at him and held out her hand to help him stand up. She looked pristine and almost glowing. Her short curled hair was bright and looked like it had been animated for a Disney movie and her eyes were greener than ever. That wasn’t the strangest thing though. On her back were a pair of elegant sharp wings. If Tony knew better, he’d say she was an angel. They started out as red as her hair at the top but the feathers became more frosted white as they went down. She looked like she was part hellfire and part cumulonimbus cloud.

Tony honestly didn’t think that his friend could look more beautifully terrifying.

“You look good for being dead,” Tony took her hand and sort of floated to his feet. It was an odd feeling. Being dead felt really weird in a way that he couldn’t explain. Light, painless, warm, relaxing, he didn’t remember feeling anything like it.

“Surprisingly enough, so do you.” Nat quirked an eyebrow up.

“Oh! Are there mirrors in hell?” Tony looked around.

“We didn’t sacrifice our lives to end up in hell. We have a much more fun job.” She smirked.

“Does the job require… uh, wings? Nice foliage by the way.”

“They’re a perk. Apparently, sacrificing yourself for the universe is pretty noble in the eyes of whoever watches over the dead. We’re not just ghosts now. We got an upgrade.”

“What in the everloving Christ do you mean. Can you speak like a normal person?”

“We’re guardian angels now. Apparently, heroes stay heroes. Except we’re a little more anonymous now. I’ve never had that as a problem but you might have to get used to it.”

“Does that mean… I can..” Tony stumbled with a thought. Nat’s eyes softened.

“You can watch over your family. They can’t see you, I already tried to see Clint but he passed right through me. We can only protect them now.”

“I don’t care I just want to see them,” Tony said with a soft sob.

“You will.” Nat nodded. “It just may not be as kind to you as you think it will be.”

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Tony never thought that he would be attending his own funeral. It was just self-centered enough to annoy him. It also annoyed him to see everyone so… broken and depressed. Maybe annoyed wasn’t the right word. It felt like being stabbed in the chest even though he was already dead. He hated seeing his family all huddled together with tears on their cheeks and haunted looks from the ones who witnessed it.

He hated that Morgan didn’t understand and that Peter understood much too well. He hated that Pepper could barely hold herself together and that Harley had to stand alone at the back and barely anyone knew who he was. He hated that even people he thought hated him stood with their eyes down in respectful sorrow.

He tried to keep an eye on everyone but decided that after Peter muttered something to May and departed from the group, he decided to follow him. He realized why he followed when Peter started to sob, far away from the group, so that no one would hear his despair, except for the person he was despairing over.

Tony walked silently in front of his kid. The kid that didn’t see him. Tony didn’t care, he reached out his hand and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Surprisingly, he could. Peter’s sobs slowed down and took a shaky breath. With an ethereal hand on Peter’s back, Tony led his boy to a bench at the edge of the lake, where they could only see the floral memorial floating only a dozen feet away.

“I’m sorry Tony…” Peter whispered.

“Don’t you fucking start-” Tony stated, knowing fully well that Peter couldn’t hear him.

“I can’t- I can’t live without you… I’m not… strong enough.” Peter stammered.

“You are the strongest person I know.”

“I already lost my parents and my uncle and now you… is it going to be May next? Am I just cursed because it definitely feels like it. I’m not… god, what did I do wrong to deserve this. Was I like, Hitler in my past life? Did I like, kill Abraham Lincoln or Jesus? Oh my god did I kill Jesus.”

“You didn’t kill Jesus, the universe just wants to get even because you’re too… good. And the universe is kind of an asshole.”

“Anyway, I’m sorry that you won’t see your little iron kid grow up or you won’t… god, I remember planning on inviting you to my graduation… and… shit, you’re going to miss so much.” Peter stumbled.

“Nothing’s going to keep me away from my family, not even biting the dust,” Tony promised to deaf ears.

“When you’re up there… say hi to mom and dad… and Ben for me. Tell them that I miss them. And I already miss you. I love you Mr. Stark. You were the closest thing I had to a dad when I had thought that there wasn’t a chance of getting that kind of thing ever again. I… You helped me. So much. It’s easier to convince myself that you weren’t stuck with me.”

Tony didn’t, no, couldn’t reply. He knew that Peter clung to him like the father figure that he so desperately needed but he wasn’t aware that Peter felt guilty for even existing. When he thought about it, he could see it. After his parents had died, Richard Parker's brother Ben took Peter in. Peter wasn’t biologically related to May. He thought he was too much of a burden on her. He honestly didn’t completely understand how goddamn much she loved him.

Tony considered that the kid's guilt complex was just as annoyingly persistent as his own. He really wished that it wasn’t, that shit was self-destructive and Peter really didn’t deserve anything like that. Peter Parker deserved more than what anyone in the universe could give him. Peter Parker deserved every good thing and yet if given the chance, would give it all away to someone he deemed needed it more despite needing some for himself.

Tony didn’t know exactly how he did it, but he knew that Peter needed someone, someone he could relate to and he knew that he couldn’t let the kid be alone, without comfort. If Tony couldn’t hold his kid in his arms, he was going to find someone who could. And it had to be someone new. Someone he knew would get along with Peter. He didn’t know exactly what he did, but he somehow connected them.

“Peter?” Harley asked from several feet behind them.

“Oh shit, sorry. Was I…” Peter quickly straightened up and wiped the leftover tears from off of his cheeks as if it wasn't completely obvious that he had been crying.

“No, I just left to get some fresh air, even though we were already outside. You know he talked about you, right?” Tony’s other almost son sat by Peter on the bench, close enough to activate the emergency half hug if he needed to.

“Oh god…” Peter groaned with some exaggeration.

“Nothing too bad. You’ll be glad to know that I thought you were a nerd before I knew you were a five foot three dumbass.” Harley smiled warmly, meaning no harm in his words. He was the kind of guy that called his best friends dumb bitches as he held them in his arms.

“Yeah well that’s not hard to tell, I’m pretty sure that one local paper has me on record saying some pretty nerdy stuff as well as Buzzfeed. I think they made a compilation of the dumb shit I’ve said…”

“Yeah, Tony printed it out and hung it in the lab.”

“He did what?” Peter looked over with an aggressively confused expression.

“He did, he also has one printed of his own combacks to compare you humor to his own. They are surprisingly similar. He just tends to reference older movies than you do.” Harley shrugged.

“Okay that was like one afternoon, I didn’t do it often.” Tony sighed, still thinking to verbalize his thoughts as if anyone could hear him.

“I mean I totally got my humor from him. Captain America just isn’t as funny.”

“You’re damn right.” Tony scoffed.

“He’s only ever accidentally funny like he’s never trying to be and it just happens. It’s mostly just funny to make fun of him.” Harley explained.

“So Tony told you about Cap. I never really knew much about him, I had Tony right after the whole civil war thing and they had too much bad blood to talk about super casually. I never really got the chance to figure him out.”

“There isn’t really much to figure out. He’s the definition of a righteous dumbass but at least he’s becoming more self-aware. Also, I think you’re trying to avoid talking about Tony.” Harley's words made Peter avoid his eyes and become entranced with a single blueish rock on the ground. Harley activated the comforting half hug and Peter leaned in without a moment's hesitation.

“I guess there was a reason for that… I want to pretend that he’s not gone even though I heard his heart stop beating. I want to believe he’s still around, spying on me and sending vague texts about what the baby monitor protocol picked up, just to show that he was still watching even though I’m very sure he was constantly checking in with Karen to see if I was doing anything stupid.” Peter rambled.

“He is… was pretty clingy.”

“Hey! Excuse me for caring…” Tony groaned.

“We should probably get back to the crowd. I wanted to meet Thor…” Peter sighed and stood up.

“Yeah, and I want you to meet Morgan, she is an absolute gem.” Harley smiled. “Tony told her about you so she might immediately claim you once she figures out who you are.”

“I have high expectations then.” They started to walk away from Tony before Peter looked back a little confused.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I thought I saw him… God, I’m deep in denial...”

“Come on, I think you need a nap or something…”

“Okay…” Peter sighed as his eyes scanned the area and hesitated right where Tony was. But Peter didn’t see him. Tony stood there in thought, Peter… saw him. Even if only for a moment. Only a glance. Tony wasn’t completely invisible and he was desperate to run with the hint of an idea.

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Peter admitted, he was not handling Tony’s death well. He couldn’t go to sleep without dreaming of the moment when he was gone. He woke up gasping and with May running into his room to calm him down. He always said he was fine but they both knew that he was having a rough time. And she knew that this wasn’t something she could fix.

For some reason, it was different than when Ben died. It shouldn’t have been, it felt the same, but it wasn’t. When Ben died, Peter didn’t see him everywhere like he was alive.He didn’t see Ben out of the corner of his eye but he still felt the warm blood on his hands. Peter just kept seeing Tony out of the corner of his eye but when he did a double take, he was gone. Like he was never there. He was starting to think that he was going crazy.

It was only after several events that he began to realize that he may not be crazy and that something more was going on. First was the pictures. Whenever he took pictures, there was an odd little blob of light in a bunch of them, some of them blurred for no reason and sometimes there was an indistinguishable figure.

Then weird things happened when he was on patrol. He used Spider-Man as an escape even though hearing Karens voice and being in the suit was hard. He would do his normal thing of quipping with criminals who tried to take advantage of the world being in disarray and every once in a while, weird shit happened. He would have a knife thrown at him and before he could dodge, it would be knocked out of the air by nothing. He would be being shot at and not a single one would even graze his body even though the chances of that were minuscule.  

Along with the visual hallucinations, he had auditory hallucinations. He heard Tony. Well, not really. It was like he could predict what the man would say in his mind while his memory playing tricks on him. It happened constantly. When he woke up, he “imagined” Tony telling him to wake up with a sarcastically optimistic phrase, when he had a nightmare he thought of what Tony would do to comfort him and when he was alone there was always Tony’s voice keeping him company.

So, he was going crazy. Until it started to make sense. Until he started to learn more about the paranormal. He realized that Tony’s spirit was still around to annoy him. It made it a little harder to deal with the loss but when he realized that Tony was still there, he didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted to contact his deceased mentor.

Peter got prepared. He watched a bunch of ghost hunting shows to get ready for something like this and he managed to acquire everything he would need. Spend the weekend at the Starks lake home, check. A really sensitive microphone, check. An Ouija board that Aunt May forbade him to use, check. A camera to document it all, check. The Iron Man build-a-bear that Morgan let him borrow, check. His emotional support rom-com queued on the TV, check. He decided that he was fully prepared for his totally scientific experiment.

Of course before he was able to execute it, he had to have a family dinner with Pepper and Morgan and Harley and he ended up having to do most of the cooking because Harley was entertaining Morgan and Pepper had last minute work to do. Thankfully, Peter was better at cooking than May and not only did nothing set on fire, but the actual food ended up not being too bad. It could’ve been classified as pretty good. Peter told them how he used to help Ben make food because May was always back late from work and she could never make anything more complicated than pasta.

They all tried to make conversation as if they weren’t all heavily traumatized. Thankfully, Morgan was unaware of the constant haze of depression in the air and she talked as if nothing was wrong. It was refreshing. She blabbled about anything she could think of and truthfully Peter couldn’t understand most of it but Pepper and Harley, who had experience with small children, translated as if it were another language.

After dinner, Peter hung out with Morgan while Pepper and Harley did the dishes and cleaned up. It took a lot of focus to figure out what Morgan was saying but he eventually pieced together that Tony had actually told her about Peter. She latched onto him with impressive speed and accuracy. It took him two full hours to convince her to get off. And he could only do that when he promised to tell her a story which ended up being him telling her about the time Tony went in disguise to his school and used his civilian name of ‘Anthony Potts’ to check him out for a mission that ended up just being a movie marathon because he discovered that Peter had never watched Monty Python. May ended up getting mad but not for long because Tony let her join them.

Then Morgan asked him to sing. She said that her dad did it when she had nightmares and she wanted to make sure that she would have good dreams. Peter wasn’t strong enough to say no so he sang the Italian lullaby that May had put back into play after his own nightmares had come back in full force. He would be embarrassed about it but it was one of those things that helped more than he was willing to admit. It made him feel safe and nostalgic like looking at an old book that he used to love or listening to a song that had been his favorite so many years ago.

His voice wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t anything unique. It was gentle and deeper than his speaking voice but at least he wasn’t tone deaf. Peter sang until he could hear Morgans breathing and heart-rate slow down enough until he was pretty sure she was asleep. When he snuck out of the room, Pepper gave him a look which revealed that not only did she hear him but she thought it was precious. She smiled when his cheeks turned pink in embarrassment.

“Don’t you dare…” He unsuccessfully threatened.

“Come on Peter, that was adorable.”

“My fragile masculinity is on the line, Mrs. Stark.” He defended as she huffed out a quiet laugh that tried to be quiet as not to wake her kid.

“Well, I think you’re making a great big brother. How are you so good with kids? Does May have any siblings with kids?”

“No, but Spider-Man has to deal with a fair amount of children so I guess I got used to it. Even to a point where I had to take care of an infant for a full six hours after this really stressed lady left it on the subway and she cried when she saw me.”

“And the kid survived? Well, count me as impressed.” She patted the seat next to her. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Nah, I was planning on communicating with your husband with ghost stuff before it gets too late.”

“If a demon possesses my house then you have to call Doctor Strange. I feel like he would be able to deal with that type of thing.”

“Well, yeah, I don’t think a demon will come through though.” He flopped next to her on the couch and she automatically wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “But if one does, I’m sure we can take an impromptu trip to New Asgard while our magical doctor takes care of it.”

“I like the way you think. So, why are you suddenly interested in summoning the ghost of my spouse?”

“There has been some weird shit going on that I think is paranormal and might be Tony following me around. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain but maybe if I can talk to him, I’ll be able to find out what’s going on.” Peter shrugged.

They talked for a while, Peter trying to explain what had been going on and why he thought it was Tony, Pepper seeming a little doubtful but not explicitly so. Eventually, Pepper decided to go check up on Morgan and leave him to his ghost hunting.

Peter lit some a bunch of random candles, a handful of them being strongly scented from some store specifically for stuff like that. He set up the camera and the sensitive microphone before putting the Oujia board on the coffee table and the Iron Man build-a-bear on his lap. He took a breath before starting the session.

“Mr. Stark... If you’re here, can you uh, make your presence known?” His fingertips lightly rested on the planchette and waited for something to happen. Then the rolling piece of wood started to move without him putting much pressure on it. It pointed at the letters in the order of ‘H-E-Y K-I-D.’ Which is very much a greeting Tony would use. Peter smiled and felt oddly giddy.

“Okay uh, cool.” Peter tried to process the implications while the planchette moved again. This time it spelled out E-V-P.

“Oh, you want to talk through the microphone?”

‘E-A-S-I-E-R’

“Are you too impatient Mr. Stark?”

‘K-I-D’

“Okay fine, the microphone is already connected, go wild.”

‘D-O-N-T-S-A-S-S-M-E’

“You’re too dead to tell me what to do.”

‘R-U-D-E’

“What I want to know is if I can get you back. Not like a zombie but I want to… I want to see you. I want to talk to you. If we can figure out how you can mess with technology, we might be able to make somthing that could… be you.” Tony didn’t respond. Not using the Ouija board or the EVP. “I’m getting you back Tony. I can’t… I can’t live without you.” Peter played back the recording a second later and sobbed when he heard Tony’s voice. Not only was Peter not crazy but what he said made him feel like someone took his heart out and squeezed it.

‘I’ve never left you.’ his voice was filled with static and it took a few tries to hear the words but when he did, he froze in place.

“We’re going to find a way. Your daughter deserves to know her father.”

‘You deserve to have one too.’

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It was not easy. It took months of constant effort and repeating tests over and over. It took weeks of sleepless nights and a couple of frustrated meltdowns but finally, Peter found something that Tony could manipulate well enough to actually show himself. He appeared in the form of a blue hologram and Peter finally saw the true form of his father figure. Tony had big fluffy wings that he said were red and gold but it didn’t translate very well with the blue hologram but they could figure that out. He couldn’t focus on the success, he had to make sure that everything worked. He made Tony talk to him and when there wasn’t any interference, he choked back a sob.

Then there was the physical test. Tony reached out his hand and Peter met it with his own, completely expecting it to pass through like it would with a normal hologram. But when their hands met, he felt it. Tony was actually there. Not quite like a real person but it wasn’t like a ghost. It was difficult to explain, but Tony was there. And Peter couldn’t control being buried in a hug. Tony used his wings for the hug too like having two extra arms and Peter had never felt safer. It took a few minutes before he was able to let go.

Tony was back, and Peter refused to lose him ever again.

#Irondad #iron dad #endgame spoilers #spoilers #endgame #peter parker #harley keener #pepper potts #pepper stark #morgan stark #my fic #guardian angel au #tony stark #iron fam #like heavy iron fam

[alkhale]

Crackpot Theory Extension on the Dabi is a Todoroki

okay, hear me out

as crazy as this may sound and maybe it’s not because someone else thought it too we just need to put both our crazy brains together and talk I have this idea that what if, WHAT IF--

It’s not that Dabi is a Todoroki

But Dabi’s best friend/closest compatriot was Touya Todoroki.

“How the fuck did you get to that idea--” So this is what I’ve been thinking.

1 - The Backstory

- Dabi and Touya Todoroki were classmates in school, whether all throughout elementary, middle and high school, debatable but possible, dunno. They were best friends and Dabi’s watched Touya come back to school, dejected and useless and somber and clearly lacking in the love and attention he deserves in a proper household. Dabi knows it’s because of the fact that his father’s Endeavour and Enji doesn’t even give this kid the time of day because

Touya’s Quirkless.

How could the man striving for the top position, instilling his hopes into his next generation ever want anything to do with his firstborn being Quirkless? (cause this is all pre-enji being a better guy anyway)

the eldest and unidentified sibling is significantly shorter than both Fuyumi and Natsuo. I kinda can’t help but wonder if this meek and quiet, clearly nervous looking kid with body language has more to be nervous and afraid about because, well, he’s Quirkless, he didn’t even stand a chance.

- When they get older, Dabi suggests and talks Touya into running away with him. Their society isn’t worth a fucking dime anyway so the two of them, with some coaxing on Dabi’s part, leave their homes and try to live life on the streets the best way they can (this covers the bases where the Todoroki family isn’t aware of Touya’s current state and why Natsuo goes and says ‘and what happened to big bro Touya...’ Shouto would be too young to really properly remember the face of an elder brother who’d run off)

“Let’s run away.”

The abandoned clubroom isn’t really much of a secret hideout. It’s musky and there’s dust on some of the shelves, but they’ve stashed old gym matts and magazines in here to keep them entertained and comfortable. The small window that opens up to the outer edge of the school is propped open with a slab of broken wood and there’s a bit of sunlight streaming in, dark orange and molten with the evening coming.

It hides them from the rest of the world and that’s enough for him.

Touya makes that funny face he does when he’s heard another of his crazy ideas and is pretending like he didn’t hear it right. He feels a crooked grin starting to crawl over his lips as he watches Touya. The sunlight just barely ghosts over the top of his head, turning his red hair ruby.

“I think Okinawa’s nice around this time,” Touya says finally. “I’ve always wanted to bring one of those lion statues home for my mom. They ward off evil, y’know.”

“Wherever the fuck you want to go,” he says, sitting up straighter and turning toward him. “Just as long as we go.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

Touya puts the book in his hands down. His eyes are a ridiculously pretty shade of turquoise, like chips of the sea frozen over. Touya hates them though because they remind him of his dad.

“C’mon,” he tries again. Now. It’s gotta be now, Touya. “Think about it for a second, it doesn’t sound so bad, right? We’ll take whatever we can carry and just go. My old man doesn’t give a shit about me with that broad around and your asshole father won’t even blink an eye. Let’s just go.”

Touya bites his bottom lip. The look on his face tells him everything he needs to know that this plan might actually work--Touya’s making the face that says he’s thought of it before.

“I can’t,” Touya says.

“You can,” he says firmly, coaxingly. He plops down beside Touya so they sit shoulder to shoulder and he leans into him a bit. “What, you don’t want to rough it out on the streets without those nice maids and fancy food at your beck and call?”

Touya laughs and he knows he’s getting somewhere. “I can’t because I’d have to be rooming with your smoking ass--”

“Cause I’m hot?”

“Cause you literally smoke, dumbass. And plus...” Touya trails off, staring at his hands. “What about Yumi and Natsu? I barely even talk to Shouto and...”

Touya stares harder at his hands, lacing them together. “What about mom?”

“We go away for awhile then,” he says suddenly and Touya watches him. “We go away for awhile. We get older. We come back and we sweep your family out from right under his thumb and we live happily ever after. How about that?”

The smallest smile stretches over Touya’s lips and he knows he’s almost there, he just needs that final push. “When’d you get so optimistic?”

Since you gave me a reason to actually want to be someone’s hero. He shrugs, tugging on one of the piercings on his ear. “I’m the brains and the brawn, remember? I cook up the plans and you tag along with my stupid shit.”

Touya turns his head toward the window. A little breeze tugs at tufts of ruby red. He turns his head a little too to see what Touya was looking at and sees nothing but the school’s concrete wall isolating them from the next street over and a short stretch of grass. There’s cigarette butts scattered on the floor from his bad habits and Touya always tells him to clean it up before he’s caught.

“It’s going to be hard,” Touya says.

“We’ve dealt with harder.”

“I don’t know if I can handle your dumb, smoking ass.”

“I’ll become a rich hag’s call boy and warm her bed up a bit and then we’ll be living the good life, nice and cozy.”

“You can’t even cook.”

“But you can.”

Touya laughs. It’s the happiest sound he’s heard come from Touya’s lips in forever and then he turns those pretty sea eyes his way and he smiles at him. His inky black hair brushes against ruby red and he sees Touya’s eyes take him in and then they go somewhere far again.

So he calls him back.

“He’s never given a damn about you,” he says, a quiet, husky whisper, “you don’t owe him anything.”

Touya’s eyes see him again and he knows then that’s he’s finally beaten Enji Todoroki, the Number Two Hero.

“Okay.”

- They live like this for awhile, maybe even stooping to the occasional petty crime but they’re happy and Dabi thinks this is the best fucking thing that could possibly happen to both of them in this shitty word

- a tragedy strikes, some punkass villain or psycho ormugger or whatever happens, Touya gets hurt so bad and it’s too late for them to get to a hospital, Dabi’s stuck cradling his best friend in his arms screaming for heroes or for someone to do something please but no one comes

- Dabi breaks down and kills the villain/mugger himself, takes Touya’s body away and makes the turn to follow Stain’s ideology because what kind of world is it where the people who were supposed to save and do good won’t even lift a finger unless there’s a paycheck behind it, Enji won’t even miss his son because he wasn’t worth anything anyway

- the villain Dabi is born

2 - The Reasoning

- With their current society, there could actually be a really fair amount of the population wielding fire related Quirks, this is cemented during USJ attack when the villain holding Kaminari mentions their electric type Quirks and Jirou’s like yeah your type have it easy

This scene:

- Being because Dabi’s heard plenty of stories of the cute youngest brother who’s their father’s prodigy now because he’s finally the result Enji wanted. Touya isn’t bitter, maybe sad and wistful because he, being Quirkless, could probably never be a good enough older brother for a kid like that

- Dabi thinks its ironic and laughable that the perfect son is here, failing before him now and he just thinks of the huge hole losing Touya has left inside him

- I’m all aboard the Dabi is a Todoroki theory and heavily lean toward it too, but just for the sake of this crackpot theory, what if this whole confrontation is easily explained because, well, Dabi fucking hates Enji. He abused his son, Dabi’s best friend, forced him into a corner and never gave him the time of day, doesn’t even know that Touya’s gone and you know what? It’s time to pay

- Dabi could have easily let even just a little more slip about this whole thing and we would’ve gotten the confirmation that he is a Todoroki, and it’s either because Horikoshi just wants to tease this big reveal OR it’s because Dabi isn’t a Todoroki but just has a vendetta against them because of Touya

3 - The Conclusion

Dabi probably is a Todoroki since Horikoshi’s stalking tumblr anyway, but in the off chance this crackpot theory is actually plausible

Dabi’s just this guy who lost his best friend and now he wants to see the world burn.

- I finished my astronomy final and this is what I came up with

#bnha #todoroki enji #dabi #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki touya #todoroki shouto #if u made it this far congratulations you might be crazy too #bnha spoilers #mha

[oasisfound]

An Afternoon Haze Pg 3 Ch1 The sun was setting and darkness would soon be upon them. And still, he could see the wreckage behind him, too far to turn back, too close to be a decent distance. He closed his eyes, beginning to shake the uncertainty and guilt creeping in... “Come on now, we can't keep our eyes back there, we need to keep going- it was fun! No...don't say that. It still hurts too much” he shuddered and continued onwards. Dragging Ables makeshift sled as he pressed through the ever-deepening blizzard... he had been too afraid to check for a pulse in the last hour...two...three hours?...the sun was moving so swiftly perhaps it was just a few minutes. But his knees ached, now his head hurt...shut up shut up...you couldn't save them “STOP” looking down at his browning petals, he noticed his motion had been slowed so severely to the frost; it had crawled under his jacket and began stabbing through his flesh.He observed the frost..exquisite designs, scorched into his skin...and he started marching on once again. The sun had reached Paradises opening and was casting beams of golden, once hopeful light throughout the snow, Elliot closed his eyes, biting his lip hard...he couldn't block out the memories...he had to relive it, he had to…So... This is how it happened. It was the day we were going to make a point. We were going to speak out against the religious massacre. We were going to bomb the lower storeroom where our parents maintained all the artifacts. It was one bomb one small bomb. Its radius was tiny it wasn't anything it would've barely wiped out the artifacts. We double, triple checked, it even had glitter in it, it was supposed to coat the lower cellar in glitter and ash. But something else transpired.Think…Think…What went on just hours ago… “This one's going to be big. We’ll show them those stupid artifacts are just hurting the people around them” “Elliot I think you’re taking out some pent-up aggression on old collectibles…” “NAH. anyhow it is going to be fabulous. It’ll coat the whole lower cellar in glitter” “oh yeah perfect then they’ll know exactly who did it.” “A bit late I already set it up…” “You- what? Without me.” “I told you my plan, you’ll have no part in it Able, you’ve gotta keep up the perfect child look” “Where’s no perfect child look” “Good good, keep it up, they’ll never suspect us” KNOCK “yEllOW?”  From beyond the closet door came the ear wracking ring of Lady Elizabeth’s voice. Elliots Fiance. “I’ve been out on the balcony all day waiting for you! You just left me standing there looking like a complete fool. You made me look stupid. You hurt me AGAIN. You’re the absolute worst possible Fiance I've ever had that’s lived this long and HONESTLY. I can’t wait for you to bite the dust after all you’ve put me through.”  “Can we maybe put her in the basement-” “No. go talk to her Elliot. You really need to get it together, you know how her father is, keep this up and you won't make it past the first hour.” “Might be the preferable option…” “well would you rather take the pledge of chastity-” “NOPE!” Elliot kicked the door out, spinning around and taking her hand gently “I’m terribly sorry to have left you there, again, on purpose” “At least I'm trying to make this work, you’re a child.” “A child shouldn't be married off~” “Oh, whatever. Just dance with me and look pretty. You’ll be dead by sunrise” “Oooh, fun, I'm sure I will be.” And we danced and danced...and danced...it, was actually nice...I should’ve been kinder to her...I should've seen it from her side, how horrible it to be treated with such distance before death. We danced for hours and I was bored sick. I made it clear too, I hurt her, and at the time I didn't care...we talked so much about wanting each other dead, but she didn't deserve it… The banquet. “I could probably eat all of this in one bite” “Yeah, and it would be disgusting.” “Aaaooooommmmn” “Oh wow look at that, I was right, you’re a pig” “You’re jusht jealoush “  Able couldn’t stand looking at me, heheh… But what was he looking at...no, who. Taking a moment off himself he realized there was someone else in Ables vision, someone that caught his eye not just once but twice...and not in a good way. ...ah, an Ebonwood. Lady Elizabeth family, a father more likely...Able was watching him like a Hawke, probably covering my dumbass as always…Fast forward...who was in the gala, looking at creepy pictures of my uncle...someone id never really seen before, I didn't pay much attention then, but he feels so familiar...brown hair, dead eyes, pale skin, wheelchair...why do I know that? Ugh...whos next then... mom, dad…? “No no no, can’t do it, nope, they’re fine, they’re ok, they’ll catch up.” He started to shake again “This was supposed to help c-c’mon I get it I was an asshole, b-but I didn't cause this I didn’t I just lived I lived and others might've too so did Able, and all the ones with wings, that's like a lot of them, a lot of them lived, it wasn't me” His legs caved and he hit the snow. “N-no c’mon. C-c’mon they’ll be fine” He started to curl up “S-stop it body s-stop it, we need to keep g-going” He felt his eyes shut, flashes of his mother and father coming to the surface. “S-stop s-stop.” The sun was setting...and the frost creeping under his petals. “I can't make it on my own…” “I'm sorry…” his petals began to shift black, he felt the sludge creeping up his throat and down his eyes “Let go~” his petals flared into the sky, he was pulled up by his back and thrown onto his feet. A wave of black swept over the snow and an eye began to open on his forehead “FUCK. OFF.” Elliot punched the eye, sending himself backward, the eye squinted, and shut. “S-stay down.” he shivered, shutting his eyes, covered in freezing sweat, he squinted, looking into the distance...headlights...about six of them...scavengers. Elliot dragged himself to his feet, quivering as he raised a hand to the sky, a beam of light shooting up from the snow reflecting through the final of his shimmering gold petals, and creating a lance. Untying the cord from his waist he took a defensive stance...and watched...seven headlights...tinted green...a gang without a doubt… He stood his ground, prepared to fight. And as they arrived, circling, blaring their horns, flashing their lights. His ears dropped, he winced but stood tall...no idea where they were, his shaking was evident, becoming more violent as they laughed, his petals changing darker once more, he felt the sludge crawling up his legs. A silhouette made sharper before him, a woman, advancing gradually, reaching a hand out “a Zephline all the way out here? So you must know what transpired” “SH-SHUT IT” he raised his spear, and she pushed it aside with ease, she pressed her hand to his forehead. A wave of green shooting out from him as she pulled forth a necklace of emeralds. Grabbing him by his collar she lifted him up, looking to Able. “get that one too” The dark shot up to him like fractures in ice pitch-black arteries filling his skin, petals falling and skin turning white. The eye opened and two thorn horns jet out from his skull “oh that was a mistake bitch.” They dug their sharpened talons into her chest ripping out a chunk of flesh, she dropped them, tumbling to her knees, he kicked her down turning to the men who already had pulled the emeralds from Able. “heheh...back. The fuck. Off.”  He charged, ripping into the first man, while the other stabbed him in the side twice or thrice, sending him down clawing and punching, a third being stepped forth and pressed his hand to his forehead. And the last thing they could Manage was a gargled, defeated laugh.   “The afterlife feels funny…” Elliot opened his eyes, sitting in a field of turquoise, on a mountaintop overlooking hills and seas… “there’s no way I made into the elysian fields.” he looked around with a rising grimace “there's no way Able didn't.” he rubbed his head closing his eyes “no...this isn't okay at all, but wherever I am I'm not ready to wake up yet…” he sat down “so...ill wait till I'm ready to wake up…” and there he sat, playing with grass and blossoms, gradually beginning to sense the dull aches drawing him nearer to awareness. “Did you hear that? I think he said something” “He's just breathing Plant boy, dead people don’t breathe so be glad he's at least doing that.”   The scavenger muttered, putting on tea in her warn down tiny shack of a house, everything compressed to two rooms and dawning two windows with a skylight. She sat by the old wood stove, watching Elliot with narrowed eyes, bandaged, surrounded by warm embers with blankets stacked up, a few poorly put together tubes attached him to a DIY iv. Bandages wrapped around his chest and arms “the frostbites pretty bad, if he doesn't pull through in the next week I'm pulling the plug.” “no, no-no. I’ll pay you” she raised an eyebrow “with what? You’re a nobody”  “you’re a mechanic right?”  “scaven-gggg you know what, yeah sure I'm a mechanic.”  “we’ll, I could help you out with your shop”  “pfff. What shop.”  “We could..make one?”  “I'm not making a shop to keep your brain-dead brother alive.” “then don't do it for him, do it because you want to! and ...also because I really need your help…” “fine~ but like I said. If it doesn't work in one week, he's out. And so are you” Able let out a relieved sigh, sinking back “This is doable”  “PFFT. hah. Sure.” She sat back, pouring tea into a can, and handing it to Able “calm before the storm I guess. Sip up” “no rest for the wicked…” “yeah whatever, so like, do we steam this vegetable or how do you hydrate it” “I could just stick his hand in some water and as long as he gets light he’ll be ok” “Your plants are so...weird. And kind of impressive, if I got cut and just needed some sunshine that’d be-but you plants are usually stuck up so nevermind~” “not all..” “said all.” “point taken, do you have any paper I could use? I have some ideas for your shop” “Already?” “my brother's life is on the line, I’ll be working at this until we get your shop up and flourishing.” “you don’t want to investigate how you got out there?” “what I don’t know can't hurt me, right now is what's important, and right now he’s losing time the less I work” “ok ok desperado.” she scoffed, handing him some paper and a charcoal pencil “thank you…” “uhuh.” she eyed him as he worked, sketching out blueprints and floor plans, signs and locations, he seemed to have a good idea on her inventory “I keep a keen eye out on everything...well...I feel like it's a habit anyways…” 

“is mind-reading also one?” Able bellowed out a deep, gentle laugh. “ I try not to do it too much” Her eyes widened “Ok ok not really, we can't read minds, I don’t think so anyway” “let’s hope not. For your sake.” Able moved Elliot's palm into a little dish of water, and opened a window over him, kissing his brow and heading outside to start demonstrating his ideas to the Scavenger, her back and front yard consisted of a junkyard that Able was determined to organize, build and prepare for selling spare parts and presenting his trash to treasures vehicle repair service.  Their distant voices brought a tiny smirk to Elliot's lips, sitting in this dull dark pain, listening to his brother work, so long as Able was in earshot, Elliot could count on him...and focus on this long patient recovery...hours of sitting, unable to even open his eyes. It was pure torture. But so long as he had Ables voice to guide him...He knew he could pull through on top.

#Author #Writer #Story #OC #Writing #AIP #Elliot #Able #fairytale

[shadowwolf6]

Resurrection Love One

"A while back...way back...after Animazement 2017, I made it official to move on from my ex. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but one thing I wanted to do, was find myself someone more. I thought solely about going online and giving online dating one more shot. I joined places like Ferzu, FurryMate and the recently taken down Pounced. "I found a girl on Pounced who later had a second account. She had told me about the reason for her second account and that her location was not listed on her profile. I found out later that she was elsewhere, on the other side of the continental United States. When it came to wanting a relationship, I wanted someone close...somewhere close. This...lie...wasn't going to cut it, not when she wanted me to do the moving when I neither had a car nor enough money to support even myself on my own ventures. "I continued and met another...halfway across the US. She seemed pretty much right on for a little while. But even then things slipped through. Yet another one that wanted me to do the moving, even when we were already in talks about meeting up here in NC just to get to know one another. Truth be told, I went online and updated my profile and...she found out. I told her that I wanted something else. I was angry at myself...angry at the unfortunate circumstances that layeth before me. "For a while, it seemed as though my ex had the upper hand on me...that I was only going to be made a mockery through deception. I would go to bed each night after that one praying "God...help me. Somehow...help me". "Then an idea hit me...'why not try this thing called Telegram?'. It took me a night or more just to get to understand this new piece of technology that plopped into my lap...that I dropped there...but I later realized and grew to understand that it worked very much like Skype...minus the video calls. "From there, I made connections. I NEEDED to get myself out there. I joined groups, added friends, talked endlessly for hours...and then another idea hit me. 'Alright...you're a local fur...time to hit the local group up on Telegram and start looking. I asked to join and joined a few group conversations, some of which I'm no longer a part of. Days where I would "chat kill" the conversation with awkward silence would be times where I simply walked away from groups and wiped them free from my paws like dust. The Fayetteville Furs for one, and another fursuit group chat for another...fucking popular fucks... "But I stayed loyal to one group...one I had been seeing even in public. And there, I met a girl...someone local...really local! How about...30 minutes from where I'm at, a little older than I was, but the last time I had a relationship with a girl older than I, we stayed together for a while and made great chemistry. The chemistry is even still with us to this date even though we have yet to go beyond just meeting up and talking every now and then. The two of us have hope for one another for our relationship to work while I strive to getting a car next. THIS is the next big step in my life. "For a while though, there was a minor setback...one that ended my hobby for a while...back in October, I went to a meet and suited for about two hours...sweat in my eyes, nose and mouth, causing my vision to blur in my left eye. When I finished suiting, I regretfully forgot to dry my suit. This would be my downfall, for later in November at the next meet I would attend...the unthinkable. I pulled my suit out and noticed a horrid smell...the smell of water. I turned the head around and noticed several black spots lining the inner foam to my head. Black...Mold... "Black mold is one of the most harmful mold one can be around, and even though its effects themselves are harmless at first, constant introduction to mold spores can lead to problems with the respiratory system and even moreso...further health issues that could put one in the hospital...but on this day, my neglect...my own tiredness when I wanted to collapse instead of take care of the one thing I fought to obtain for so long...jeopardized and eventually destroyed my suiting days. "Many don't know what it means for me...but my prior suit has been through a lot with me. It has been there when I have sought counseling for my fears of driving and social anxiety, and even to this day it saddens me that it was like a sad story book ending - when I was finally over what I was over, my suit could be labeled as it's job being done and time for it to go. I came home crying...but I knew what had to be done...I had to burn him...and let him go. "It was one of the hardest things to do in my life...harder than driving for the first time...harder than applying for a job...harder than, well, letting my ex go. Even to this day I call where I laid Shadow to rest the "Shadow Wolf Memorial Flameground. "I had two close friends who knew about the disaster, talking to me online, comforting me, telling me that they would be more than happy to help me get a new one. But I refused...I knew that if I wanted him back, I had to do it on my own. Shadow was MY...WOLF. MY SUIT. I appreciated the offer fully, but that night, I went back to my previous suit maker. I got an email later that night hearing of how heartbreaking it was for her to hear what had happened. She even mentioned that she knew the faults of going for a resin base as well to know that my resin base wasn't holding up. "She later mentioned the one thing that, like a hand from above, held my chin up. 'I would be more than happy to make a new suit for you'. She knew how much it meant for me to have this suit...knew what it had accomplished for me and knew that, even if it sounded childish, this suit wasn't just a suit to me. Shadow felt like a brother I never had. Like a being that could comfort me when I sought comfort. "I went back to work with a sign in my workzone saying "Do It For Shadow". I had trucks to break down, stock, backstock to run, reclaim to throw out, other trucks to move, new guys to train, and so much more. That each day, I hand counted how many boxed I moved and destroyed, when all products inside were shelved. Each day being close to either 100 or some...even 200 boxes... "This went on for MONTHS...move, stock, count, destroy...move, stock, count, destroy...And after 140+ days, more than 10,000 boxes later, on March 21st, I received an enlightening update. "'Your suit is now finished! I will have it mailed out tomorrow and will send you the tracking information as well. Thank you for commissioning me'. "Back in 2015, I drew up the new concept to Shadow Wolf as a "Hellion". I thought 'Well, what would he look like if he had hair...actual hair? A Mohawk...a goatee...and why not through some stripes on him?' She added spikes to the Mohawk...that if one rubbed the hair today, one would faintly see yet feel the spikes. She even gave him eyelashes so his eyes looked as though he had attitude. When I saw her pictures debuting the suit, I was amazed...I still am amazed. I am in love with this suit. Saturday...March 24th...He Was Resurrected. I say it like this and say it because I felt as though I was a suiter again. I had the ability to suit again and enjoy him. But...Nowadays, he's something more. Now he's my soldier...he's my rock...I started picking up these New World Order shirts online to tell the world "Look who's back and looks who's ready to break every Hollywood light and Wolfpac howl every full moon night". I didn't want him to represent one click...I wanted him to represent BOTH. No sides...just brotherhood. He might still be cute, we just...haven't quite reached that point yet. Not when my ex is trying to be some punk figure hybrid off of Lion King...God knows what he's trying to pull off...or tried to. Most importantly, he's back, and he's gained quite the attention thus far. Why even Uncle Kage is jealous that Shadow has hair that even this Phd. Dumbass can't grow...or tries to grow...saying that his goatee is "out of style". Shadow says "No...you're out of style...someone like me needs to throw you into a retirement home where all you have to do is worry about the next number that gets called on Bingo night and when your nurse comes in to change your adult diaper before tucking you in for bed". "Along the way, I picked up quite a bit of new music to my library to help restimulate those past days where I was just new to the fandom. Lamb of God now grazes and fills my library, along with Metallica. THAT was a long LONG time coming. "In short...life is good again...even when my ex is unfortunately on my mind. I'm back here for hopefully a longer span and while I would like to make more pictures and more content for FA and YouTube, I've got ideas for videos mostly. I did make it to Animazement '18 this year and rocked out all 4 days that I was there with the nWo cosplay with Shadow Wolf that I had. I owned it all...room and everything. I invited those who wanted to attend and they attended with me. I resolved last year's issue with this year's "put up or shut up" moment. And Shadow promises he was a good boy *winks*" -Shadow (nWo) P.S. "Hey-Yo! Sparky...if you can read this...I'm more punk than you, I can make a black eye seem like your fashion statement...if I told my girlfriend what you were into, she'd say you need counseling...that and it aptly matches how much of an asshole you are. That if I told her you once at my shit in RP, she'd look you in the eye and tell you that you were already full of it to begin with. One more...for the good guys...