#his way of dealing with terrible customers is killing them

[virgil-anon]

Tomarry serial killer au where Harry's a detective trying to catch Tom but here's the twist: Harry's also a serial killer and Tom keeps copying him? Rival serial killers anyone?

#oh and tom works at a borgin and burkes type place #his way of dealing with terrible customers is killing them #low key hannibal inspired #but also not really #tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #voldemort #tomarrymort #tom marvolo riddle #harrymort #murder husbands #serial killer au #detective au #detective harry potter

[mllemaenad]

Listening to Wyll's backstory in context of all the details we're acquiring on devil's contracts and soul selling is fascinating.

See - I listened to Lann Tarv's three tales to get my soul coins. I felt bad for making Karlach listen to that, obviously, but to be honest I didn't even want the coins that much. I actually wanted the stories. I wanted a better understanding of how this works.

And what I'm learning is - for the gods (and godlike beings) of this world, cruelty seems to be the point. I mean - it's possible there's a god in this world I wouldn't want to stab to death with a rusty fork, but if so I have not met them yet.

These beings have the power to save people and places, to change lives, to do anything. And when someone asks them to - they demand a terrible price. But they don't just demand a price. They subvert the original request in such a way that they utterly fail to deliver on the original promise.

An abused woman wishes to be loved - and her true love appears, but dies instantly. A man wishes to save his children from starvation, and ends up personally growing masses of meat on his own body - not only painful for him, but forcing his children into survival cannibalism, which they were trying to avoid.

Auntie Ethel works the same way. Every one of her customers is left in a tortured state, while Ethel still takes her payment.

The idea is that the person must come to regret their wish long before the payment comes due. Every cry for help must be met with a boot to the face. Or else the mortals will get uppity? Or something.

What is interesting is how consciously Wyll defies that. And how much Mizora is dancing around, trying to force him into that state of miserable regret.

Wyll was manipulated into selling his soul. He was a kid, and he was summoned into a terrible situation - and in that moment, he could see no other way to save the city. Mizora did need to save Baldur's Gate to serve her boss's purposes, so she couldn't take that victory from him - but she did everything she could to take the joy of it.

He didn't get respect, or admiration, or his father's pride for saving the city. He lost his home and his family. He was assumed to have done something monstrous because he was denied an opportunity to defend himself.

That was supposed to fill him with bitterness and regret - but he got to work building his own life instead. By the time you run into him, the Blade of Frontiers is a hero of some renown. He's remade himself, and found a way to enjoy what his powers can do, however he came by them.

So that didn't work.

Then Mizora sent him after Karlach, and that was a mission tailored to break him. Karlach is kind and heroic herself, and that the start she has been sold into slavery, mutilated and forced to fight in a war against her will. If Wyll killed her, and then found out who she really was, then he betrayed everything the Blade of Frontiers is supposed to stand for - and he would lose the life he made for himself.

But he didn't, and that didn't work either. He's got a friend, now, who at least knows part of what he's dealing with.

So Mizora gave him demonic features. That would destroy the life he's made for himself, because no one would trust him to help them.

Except now Wyll basically goes nowhere on his own, and a small army of people can attest that he got those horns and eyes as punishment for being a good man. Mizora might be able to shut his mouth, but she can't silence his friends - and the group absolutely have shouting sessions about everything. Wyll's horns become a battle scar, like his missing eye, and nothing more.

And beyond that, if you are playing as a heroic character, a significant throughline in the game's story is the journey of the tiefling refugees. The story makes it clear that these people experience a constant barrage of racism, due to their appearance and "demonic" heritage. It also makes it abundantly clear that this prejudice is entirely undeserved - they're just people, with virtues and flaws like everyone else, and what is happening to them is terrible. So Wyll turns up to assist a bunch of people whom he now at least somewhat resembles - and with Karlach along, you have two people in the group who technically count as "infernal", but haven't got an evil bone in either of their bodies.

Mizora created solidarity. Oops.

Wyll is deeply suspicious of gods and higher powers. He doesn't want to make more deals with devils. When Elminster arrives to tell Gale what Mystra demands of him, he explicitly says he does not do religion. When you get Mizora to agree to let his contract expire in six months, he starts by casually invoking the gods - but switches to thanking the player character instead, because he knows who helped, and who did not.

But he utterly refuses to regret the pact he made. That can be a struggle. He clearly misses his dad, and would like that relationship repaired. The fact that he was transformed very much against his will is clearly a source of distress from him.

But if he regrets, then Mizora wins. That's it. Game over. She gets what she wanted all along. So he doesn't.

The main companion characters all have this kind of problem, and naturally have different ways of dealing with it. You have characters like Shadowheart and Lae'zel, who were indoctrinated as children, or Gale, who was literally seduced by one of these nightmare deities - and with them you have to start out by convincing them they they were the wronged party in the first place.

But Wyll knows exactly what game he's playing, and he's been screaming defiance the whole time. It's just that, in his case, the "defiance" is grinning and carrying on every time Mizora inflicts some more bullshit on him.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[atryoshka]

Frenchie and Izzy getting together would be genius and tbh I can't unsee it now

Love that Izzy and Frenchie actually have a lot in common on a deeper level that wasn't really apparent to me until s2 when we see how they deal with trauma in equal but opposite ways. We have Frenchie with his little box that allows him to straight up ignore the dark shit he's been through like it doesn't exist, happily eat some blood cake, and thinking that his death being given a clear deadline is a comfort. Then we have Izzy trying to stone face his way through having his body parts severed, just business as usual bc that's the pirate life and it won't change even though he's visibly holding back tears, and then accusing the crew of being too cowardly to kill him, actively inviting death bc he doesn't get why any of it even matters so keeping him alive is pointless.

What's interesting is that given the right circumstances, they could easily trade places, with Izzy being more lighthearted and Frenchie falling apart at the seams.

We've already seen signs of this with Izzy being much more chilled out after the crew made him the new unicorn, finding something in this terrible life that make him see them, and himself, in a more positive light. Like yeah, life is still filled with unimaginable horror, but now has a custom gold painted unicorn leg to trudge through it with, which is absolutely absurd but now he can't help but smile. So he decided his life is so unserious right now and you know what? A shark took his leg, end of story, here's a little wooden shark I made today just for fun lol. Frenchie on the other hand is still pretty relaxed despite everything that's happened so far, but I have a feeling that he was probably very similar to izzy in the past before he joined the crew of The Revenge. His past is pretty mysterious even with the little tidbits we get like him being in the service for bit. It doesn't sound like he was doing it for too long so the other things in his life that he doesn't talk about remain unknown, probably even to himself. The box exists so he can pretend any trauma he experiences doesn't even exist, unlike a fiction which still somewhat acknowledges that there was something that happened to him in a way he could accept. The truth is, he actually never moved on bc all the parts of his life that he's ignoring are still lurking inside him waiting to break out at anytime. I think when something accidentally triggers a memory he suppressed, we'll see a different side to him. Less chill, more shrewd survivalist, like when he and the others reunited with the revenge crew after being stranded at sea. He bounced back pretty fast after they got past the pinnata and cake standoff but it was interesting to see how ready he was to be violent and how untrusting he was of everyone's intentions in that context. He'd usually be much more chill and willing to fast talk his way out of a situation, even when he knows someone has bad intentions. (There's also probably something with religious trauma he's hiding but that's a whole other can of worms I won't get into. All I'll say is that combined with his very strong beliefs of the supernatural and grudging flippant way he does the cross symbol on himself when others do it, when they boarded the cursed ship, he was that only one to not step in the satanic circle before anyone even questioned what the strange lines even were. Did he immediately recognize it and consciously avoid it or was it gut reaction? Idk, but he sure as hell didn't speak up about it and just wearily watched the other step into it and draw their own conclusions. ) But getting back on track Honestly, their dynamic would be really interesting to explore in the show bc they could understand and care about each other in ways that would probably surprise them if given the opportunity to spend more time together on screen. tl;dr: All this to say that I fell down the rabbit hole after realizing that they are basically this meme, which has a lot of potential for so many hilarious and accidentally heartbreaking moments

#ouizzy #ofmd #izzy hands #frenchie ofmd #ofmd spoilers #listen i saw that hand holding picture and my brain latched on #new to this ship so feel free to leave your head canons about them since I don't know what's already been discussed #a crack ship i accidentally started taking seriously lmao

[britishraptor]

Gonna kick the hornets nest here, but the file from the most recent episode of The Magnus Protocol was incredibly underwhelming. It didn’t take into account at all anything that actually makes snakes scary, little to no foreshadowing, and basically attempted to jumpscare the audience with a reveal that reads more like a parody of a horror story than an actual one.

I might look like an idiot or a fool when everything all strings together later than the line, but I’m questioning so much about this episode.

Parasites are scary. Worms, and insects and mold and rot. Decay, possession. Spiders are scary because they’re hard to see, hard to pinpoint and they move fast, plus the connections with webs related to control, and manipulation. So yeah, a worm lady, sure, a person filled with spiderwebs, also sure. But the only connection between snakes and parasitism could be a joke about ‘shedding your skin’ or how disturbing that one scene in Harry Potter was.

Snakes are scary for two reasons:

1) the same reason bears and tigers all that are scary. Hunt style being hurt, and killed, and eaten. Simple.

B) uncanny valley reasons. Snakes don’t blink. They don’t have facial expressions. The way they move and eat and exist is totally different from humans and mammals. They’re often described as alien and cold.

My questions:

a) why rodent control? why was he even actually brought in? His walls are FULL OF SNAKES. It wouldn’t have lasted five minutes. It doesn’t make any sense even if you know he was concerned about parasites. Snakes don’t give a shit about other snakes. To call someone a snake is to literally call them callous and prone to betrayal. A snake eats the rodent, so you kill the snake. Plus a snake store would have access to medications to kill mites and deal with snake illness? Why call the guy at all?

b) the foreshadowing on the owner is terrible. You could have mentioned his skin needed moisturising. That it seemed dry, flaky. Scaly. But just. A red rash? A rash? Are you saying being full of snakes is an infectious disease? That’s what he said at the end, right? That his throat itches. It was swelling. You can just?? Grow your own snakes?? Is that the implication?

No uncanny valley mention on the owner either at all. He didn’t move weird, being full of snakes? Didn’t sway or limp as he walked, didn’t move sluggishly? Bad hearing, didn’t know what to do with his hands? No? Just a short tempered customer. Okay.

c) You lost me at the thousands of snakes. THOUSANDS? What is this, a clown car? A snake clown car in some random guys skin, who explodes because he was mad a customer walked out.

Look, I’m Australian. And when I ask my friends ‘hey, how big do you normally picture a snake being?’ we picture snakes about 1.5m long. Dinner table length is pretty common for all of our common brown, tiger snakes, red bellies, and even longer for our common carpet pythons. But even if I adjust to like, other countries’ grass snakes, thousands?

The throwaway line at the end was plot relevant I’m sure, but I’m all around confused, and totally not even a little bit scared.

The only praise I have is that the description of the crickets was very creepy, and I loved the visual of them moving around like a shuddering wave of pixels on a screen, only really perceived by their screaming.

But yeah. The setup, the foreshadowing, the coherent theming and consistency all just fell totally flat for me. The only thing I learnt was that this guy applied to the institute and was rejected, and that snakes can’t do dishes.

#lucky speaks #the Magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #the Magnus protocol spoilers #this is probably the one and only time I am already hate on the internet #but that’s because I want a discussion of storytelling techniques #if YOU found this story scary please come into my inbox (I have anon on it’s okay) and tell me why! #despite the tone in my post I don’t bite and am open to having hearty discussions on storytelling techniques in horror media #as well as theorising on how this connects to the greater universe

[mvltisstuff]

Hi hun!!! can I do a request for Evan Buckley where reader is getting really stressed at work (she works in fast food or a restaurant, yes I'm projecting lol) and he visits her at work and helps home her down and get her less stressed? just a really fluffy comfort fic, I've had such a terrible day at work I need comfort lol 🫶🫶

this love - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @housewifebuck

a/n: i’m so sorry about your day at work ml. i wanted to prioritize this so hopefully it makes your day a little better. <33 sending you the best wishes

y/n could already tell the day wasn’t going to be kind to her. working at a restaurant where the customers think they own the place can be hell, especially when the managers do nothing about it. she tried to walk in with a smile on her face, but some days it was near impossible.

it didn’t help that buck had to leave for work early today, her not being able to spend time with him before. it killed her not being able to see him or just talk to him. he always made her worries disappear and he was the reason good days were good. he knew all she dealt with, almost being grateful that he ran into fires and didn’t deal with snobby people.

y/n just tried to force herself through her long shift thinking about buck waiting for her when she got home. she so badly just wanted him to be there with her. but, he wasn’t there. so, she dealt with it like always and pushed through people complaining.

it wasn’t until one family walked in, four loud kids and parents who pretended they weren’t there. y/n was, of course, blessed with being their waitress for the night. she could visibly see the discomfort of the people around that table, their faces scrunching up after one of the children yelled once again. it came time for them to order drinks, and the smile plastered on y/n’s face was close to breaking.

“hi guys!” she said sweetly. “i’m gonna be helping you today, any drinks i can get you started with?” the kids didn’t even notice her existence, the dad ordering a large beer and the mother trying to order a drink. y/n could barely hear her over her children speaking way too loud. “and for the kids?”

“oh, yeah,” the mom turned to look at her kids. “hey! tell her what you want.”

“uh…” the boy looked at the menu, trying to pick something to drink as y/n tried to be patient with all of them. she should be in the back right now, getting them their beverages but she’s waiting on people who she can’t even hear. “dr. pepper, please.”

“no,” the mom spoke next. “we didn’t come her for soda, get something else.”

the kid rolled his eyes, giving y/n the same stare like it was her fault. she didn’t blame the kid, clearly the parents didn’t teach their children proper manners in a restaurant. “why?” he complained.

“listen to your mother, cameron,” the dad chimed in, snapping back into reality. “he’ll have a water.”

“alright,” y/n replied, keeping her cool still. she painfully takes the rest of the orders. “i’ll be back with those.”

she lines up all the drinks on the tray, walking back out and passing them to the family. she takes an order for any appetizers, and the kids dig in instantly when they come out. when y/n starts walking away, this old woman pulls her away to her table.

“hello, darling,” she begins, and y/n can already sense what she’s saying. “i’m sorry to bother you, i know you’ve got a lot on your plate, but could you maybe ask them to quiet down?” she questions, motioning to the family.

y/n wants to say yes, appreciating the kindness from the woman. however, the thing holding her back is that the family doesn’t look willing to lower their volume. “i’ll try, ma’am. i’m very sorry about all this.”

“no worries,” she smiles and y/n walks away. she figures she has time to form her question to the family incase they twist her words. when she comes back out to get their dinner orders, she decides to ask them.

“ok, are we ready for entrees?”

“yes, finally,” the mom says, adjusting herself in the seat and beginning. “i’ll do just a chicken breast, like, just the breast, and then a side of avocado.”

y/n looks at her confused, knowing that’s not an option on the menu but attempting to continue anyway. “i’m not sure that’s on the menu, is there anything specifically on there that interests you?”

“well, you have chicken and avocado because it’s in the other dishes,” she sighs. “so i can’t just do that?”

“most of our dishes are prepared ahead of time, so the ingredients are for those spec-“

“alright, can’t you just ask the chef?”

“i have had similar requests, and he’s not allowed to switch things up like that,” y/n starts to get more irritated, wishing she could just order a simple thing on the menu and be done with it.

“fine, whatever,” she rolls her eyes just like her child did. “come back to me.”

“ok, and for you?” she moves to the kids, asking them despite their lack of attention to her. the father is still gandering at the menu, neither of them focusing on their kids. her social battery is running out quickly, being physically drained from this family. she desperately looked at the clock, seeing that the time she was done wasn’t any where near. she sighed, looking back at the kids, hoping maybe they’d notice her now. maybe it was just her, but y/n felt like the kids were getting louder and louder by the second, acting like animals in the middle of the restaurant. their voices were ringing in her ears, completely overwhelming her as she said something to the parents. “i’m sorry, can you guys just get your kids to settle down? we’ve had more complaints from other tables and i just need to take your order to get the food for you.”

“i’m sorry,” y/n could tell by the tone in her voice that it was nothing but sarcasm. “isn’t this a family friendly restaurant? i mean, seriously, first it takes forever to order, and once we do, it’s not allowed to be made! like, who is in charge here?”

“miss, i’m sorry it’s been slow, but i’m just trying to make things as smooth as possible,” y/n says. “and family friendly does not mean this is somewhere to shout and mess around.”

“i’m just,” she chuckles, keeping the scrutinizing tone. “i cant believe the treatment we’ve gotten today, it’s completely ridiculous. how you have a job here still is beyond me. this whole place i’m surprised us still in business.”

y/n can feel the anger bubbling up, watching this woman degrade her and her job in front of everyone. it’s part humiliation, trying to figure out why she’s screaming at y/n in front of the other tables. “alright, listen,” y/n breaks. “i cant stop you from being upset, but if you let me try and help you, maybe we can fix it?”

“this is completely unacceptable,” the woman places her napkin on the table. “get me the person who’s running this.”

y/n turns away, going to find her incompetent boss to deal with them. once she looks all over for her, finding her at the entrance, she starts to talk. “hey, i’m sorry, i have a family here, the one with the super loud kids, the mom wants to talk to you. she’s not happy with me because i told her-“

“i don’t need the story, y/n,” her boss groans, looking at her. “i thought you could handle this.”

“she’s refusing to listen, i don’t know what to tell you,” y/n tells as if it’s not completely different as to how both of them are acting.

“go work downstairs at the bar if you can’t handle doing this,” her boss moves out of the way, just making y/n feel even more embarrassed and exhausted. she feels the families eyes burning into the back of her, trying to cover up the burning in her own eyes. the tears sizzle up on her waterline, but refusing to let them fall. she moves downstairs, hoping the people at the bar are more compliant down there. really, she just wants to go home and see buck.

he knows how hard it is. he’s had his fair share of difficult people, and he always knows how to bring y/n down. she imagines he’s here now, but he only is in her head.

she painstakingly takes drink orders from old dudes who think she’s cute, and orders from people who barely look 21. she pushes through anyway, the clock moving slow as ever. someone must be punishing her, screwing up the time and making it turn distinctly sluggish.

the next time the bell on the door rings, she just turns away, not wanting to handle another person today. she just wants her paycheck and to be done with the day, going home to lay with buck and feel his hands on her skin. some angel from above must’ve heard her, because she saw buck and his team walking into the bar. he normally goes to the other bars, but something told him be bad to see y/n.

normally, she answers a few texts in between waiting, sending him a sweet text or replying to one of his. he’s sent her several, apologizing for leaving so early and how excited he is to see her. no response or anything, just a quick read receipt alarmed him.

she looks at him and makes eye contact, letting her shoulders droop at he sits in front of her. “hi, baby.”

“hey,” she replies. “how was work?”

“it was pretty good, you?” he looks into her eyes, small and tired and he can immediately feel somethings wrong. the rest of the team turns away like they’re not listening, but secretly worried for their friends. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” she shakes her head. “what do you guys want tonight?”

“club soda for bobby, old fashioned for me,” she starts to turn away before getting the rest of the drinks, but buck won’t let her. “hey, you ok?”

“i’m fine,” she fake grins. “just let me get started with those.”

“there’s no rush, y/n, don’t worry about it,” buck tries to put his hand on hers, as she just looks down at it. he can see the light sparkling in her eyes, the certain one he never wants to see. “alright, come here.” he leads her behind the counter, pulling her away into the single bathrooms. when the door is finally locked behind them, the tears break in her eyes and they start flowing out. “no, baby, hey,” he swipes a few away, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his chest. “what happened?”

“i’m just doing the best i can and it’s not enough,” she says quietly, muffled by bucks jacket. his heart breaks to hear her sad voice, but he lets her continue. “i’m just trying to pay for my place and for school and it feels impossible right now. like there’s no purpose for me besides letting people get pissed at me at work.”

“listen to me, y/n,” bucks gentle voice starts. he picks his hands up and placed them on the sides of her face. “look at me. you’re always enough. those people aren’t worth any of these tears. i know it’s hard, but i’m here with you no matter what. your best right now is enough. those people are so blind that they can’t see that, and they don’t deserve you one bit.”

his words honestly just make her cry more, relieved to hear his sweet voice and loveliness. “no,” he smiles a bit. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry more.”

“no, no, thank you,” she looks back up at him and his beautiful face, and he looks at hers. even when she cries and looks broken, her beauty isn’t concealed and he’s here to save her. “i really needed you tonight.”

“if you ever, ever need me,” he gets closer to make sure she gets every word. “im here. always.”

“i love you,” she smiles, and he lands his lips on hers. the sweet taste of him on her lips brings her back down, letting herself relax into his hold. she brings down all her senses, allowing it to just be her and buck for now. all of her thoughts from earlier fade away, just knowing that buck thinks she’s enough.

“so fuck whoever made you feel this way,” he jokes, but not really joking. “say it, c’mon!”

“fuck them,” she smiles.

“there’s that smile,” he grins. “you ready? everyone really wanted to see you.”

“just a minute, tell them i’ll be out.” he nods, moving out of the bathroom to let her collect herself.

“she doing ok?” hen asks, curling her lips with a bit of pity.

“she’ll be ok,” he sits. “people just suck.”

“we’re all here for her,” bobby adds. buck nods, seeing her come out of the corner and going behind the counter.

“y/n!” chim excitedly says. buck loves to see the alluring smile on her face as she greets everyone, happy to make her day shine a little more.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley x reader #maddie buckley #911 chimney #may grant #evan buckley angst #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley x you #evan buck buckley #evan buckley fic #buck 911 #buck x reader

[kittwix]

Punk In Luv

Hobie Brown "Spiderpunk" x Fem! Reader

word count: 2,278

tags: first kiss, friends to lovers, please excuse my poor use of british slang i tried, some violence but its not graphic, implication of harassment but nothing happens

You felt cornered. The group of men who had harassed you earlier have followed you and when you decided to make a quick turn down the alleyway, you were only met with a brick wall. Of course this happens to you, just when you thought luck was on your side, you kicked it right back in its ass and now it came to bite you back. It was hopeless, the only thing you could do was hug yourself and shrivel up to the corner of the cold wall as the three men slowly approached you. 

“Why the long face, toots? We ain’t gonna bite.” One of them called out to you, licking his lips as he stared at you like a starved man. 

“Unless you want us too.” Another one of them added, having a similar expression.

You trembled with fear, refusing to even look at any of them. For a moment, you truly did believe this was the end for you and that you would have to spend the rest of your life suffering with whatever these men plan to even do with you. Honestly, you’d hope they would just kill you already, you’ve already dealt with enough stress as it is, perhaps this could be the nail in the coffin to finally seal in your fate. In that moment, trapped with your own melodramatic thoughts and impulses, you heard a voice from above. 

“Now, is that really a way to talk to a woman?” 

You quickly looked up and so did the group of men. Your eyes widened at the sight of a man wearing latex, a web-like pattern sewed into the material and he wore a denim jacket over his shoulders along with ripped jeans and long sneakers that reached up to his knees with laces looped and tied together tightly. What stood out to you the most from his bizarre appearance were the notable spikes on his head and the way he was casually standing on the wall. 

All your racing thoughts finally came back together and you concluded that you were familiar with this guy. You’ve seen him before actually, the Spider-Men or Spider-Punk is also how people have recognized the hero. He was a big deal actually, this town was known to be a big shitshow with everybody going on with their own miserable day to day life and how big the crime rate was and how terribly the prime minister was. 

This city needed a change, a big one at that and coincidentally came along the Spider-Punk and how he manages to save the day and rescue civilians from harm, all while carrying that guitar of his and strumming it loudly that’ll blow away anybody’s eardrums. Yeah, you were familiar with him all right and you were relieved to see him here. The group of men that had followed you all glared at the vigilante, glaring and scoffing at the words coming out of the masked man. 

“Who the hell do you think you are, punk .” One of them spat and this only granted for Spider-Punk to click his tongue in annoyance, shoving his hands inside the pockets of the denim jacket he wore as he slowly walked down the wall before kicking his feet off and expertly landing a quick front flip as his feet planted flat on the concrete floor. 

“I should be the one askin’ you that same question.” He responded back. “You think I'm really just gonna let a couple of narcissistic pigs like you get away scotch free?”

“Heh, you really think we’re scared of a punk like you?” One of them spat back. 

“More like a Spider-Punk, nice costume, freak!” The three of them laughed together and you could only watch in fear at how the web hero stood there, acting unbothered by their comments. 

“And what of it? Nice, Innit? Customize it myself and all.” The hero boasted, showing off his costume. “I think you should worry more about how I'll knock the three of you out and watch you do your bird for harassment, yeah?” 

“Oh piss off, Spider-Punk!” The group of men grind their teeth together at the insults being thrown at them, not taking too kindly of how they were being told off by this guy. Just from their reaction alone granted a small chuckle from Spider-Punk and you swore you saw the way his eyes squinted in amusement but those thoughts were soon caught off by the way he reached over to grip the handle of his guitar that rested on his back. 

“Nah, mate. And for the record,” He trailed off, extending an arm as he shot a web at one of the men’s faces before quickly jogging past the other two and knocking them out with a punch and a swing of his guitar. “Don’t call me, Spider-Punk. ” 

It was like in a blink of an eye, those men that preyed on you were now injured on the floor as they rolled around in pain. One of them was knocked out cold and you feared that the spider hero had actually killed one of them, though it didn’t really seem like he cared and now he was standing in front of you with a somewhat curious look despite wearing a mask. It definitely caught you off guard now meeting your hero face to face like this, just a few seconds ago he was already throwing punches at their jaws. You didn’t realize just how tall and lanky he was as well, though you were still able to make up all the muscles around his body and especially by his chest to which you didn’t want to stare at for too long as not to make a rude impression. 

“Bit rude to stare, Innit?” He teased, his accent was thick but there was some real charm to it that made you smile warmly. “You alright?” 

“Huh? Oh.. Yes, I’m fine!” You blurted out almost in an instant, prompting Spider-Punk to let out a low chuckle at your mannerisms. You were certainly an oddball but so was he, he hates normality and would do anything but follow what the rules and norms of society were. “You saved me.. How can I ever repay you? Really, I owe you one! Is it money? What abo–” 

Your sentence was caught off at the way he reached up to grab his mask and pulled the latex off of his head, revealing his face to you at once. You gawked at the way his wicks perfectly sculpted his face, how his brown skin glistened underneath the moonlight and the silver piercings on his lip, nose and eyebrows made him all the more cool. If he weren’t a hero, you would’ve guessed that his daytime job would be modeling just by how gorgeous he was to look at. By your reaction alone made him smirk a bit as he lowered his hand that still held the mask he was once wearing.

“Maybe seeing a familiar face would make you feel less worried now.” He said before turning around to make his leave. Before you could even stop him, he swung away and you stood there dumbfounded by what had just happened. One thing was known for sure and it was that you wanted to see him again, no matter how long it takes.

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You have come to figure out that the beautiful web-slinging hero who you keep running into and he keeps on saving you was named Hobart “Hobie” Brown. For the past few weeks, the two of you had hit it off greatly which resulted with you having to see him more often and you got to know each other pretty well. You learned about his extreme philosophy of being anti everything and it was admirable about how much he cares, especially in a broken city like the one they live in now needing a desperate change. Not only that but he was very humorous as well, cracking jokes and making smart remarks here and there that made you want to poke at his side and pinch at his cheeks. It was crazy just how fast the two of you quickly became friends, but of course you’d expect your feelings to be just as confused about where you stand with him. Of course you consider him a friend, you depended on him so many times for not only saving your ass but also giving you a place to stay and suggesting helpful advice that may or may not be aligned with his own beliefs. Though, you still appreciated his efforts. 

Just now, you were sitting around in your bedroom as you had invited him over and he brought his electric guitar along with him as well. He was sitting by the edge of your bed, tuning his guitar a bit as you ranted about a show you had just gotten into recently. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a very dramatic slice of life kind of show that left you on the edge of your seat after every single episode. What you had failed to notice, however, was a little smirk on his face as he heard you go on and on about the series.

“God, it was like a plot twist that I didn’t expect to happen!” You continued, it was almost like your eyes sparkled every time you talked with him, though it might also be the reflection of the light in your room too. Hobie chuckled at this before shrugging his shoulders at this.

“And what? Is that where the season ends or something?” He asked and you could only nod your head at this frantically. 

You were about to say something else until you heard Hobie’s watch go off and this made you wanna tilt your head to the side in confusion. You’ve recently started to notice that damn watch that he now has around his wrist that seems to go off from time to time and he always has to leave after hearing it go off. To say it upsets you would be a bit of an understatement, it always happens at random and you don’t even get a final word in before he’s already out the window wishing you a goodbye. You were well aware that he was Spider-Man and that he gets busy from time to time but it still made you feel just a bit disappointed when you’re having such a good time until he needed to leave.

Hobie got up from your bed and stretched his limbs out for a bit, turning his head to look at you and he always had that serious look on his face but everytime his eyes fell on you he couldn’t help but feel himself softened just a bit. He took a few steps towards you before having a hand cup your face a bit as he forced you to look up at him in the eyes.

“You know I’m a bit busy but I’ll always come back, Luv.” He spoke, already feeling how warm your cheeks had gotten and he stifled back a chuckle from even noticing. “Hero’s duties, get what I mean?”

“I thought you hated labels.. And you hate being called a hero.” You teased back with a playful pout and he laughed at this dryly before giving your head a little pat before opening your bedroom window and pulled his mask out from his other pocket as he slipped it over his head. 

“I don’t believe in consistency.” He said before jumping out the window and swung himself from the roof of your house. Your eyes widened, already scrambling to get out of your bed as you poked your head out and turned to see him still standing on your roof looking cool as ever. You gave him a little glare, a bit offended that he was already gone without saying goodbye.

“Hey!” You called out to him, to which he leaned him back and started hanging from your roof upside down. Even with the mask on, you could tell he was smirking underneath it. “You forgot something.” 

You could tell he was a little confused by this and before he could even say anything, you acted quick and reached to pull his mask down enough to where you could only see his lips and nose. Without giving yourself a second thought, you leaned in to press your lips against his own pierced ones, making sure to cup his cheek before pulling away. You could tell he was stunned by this, by the way his lips stayed parted when you pulled away and how his body was damn near frozen in place.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, I like you a lot.” You spoke again. “Please come back soon to visit me, I just want it to be the two of us.” 

“Damn, Luv. Since when were you this poised?” He chuckled before tugging at his mask to cover himself up again. “I dig it, you really are just free-spirited and do whatever that's on your mind. I knew you were an anarchist the whole time.” 

And with that he gave you one last kiss on your cheek through the mask before swinging away to do his own thing. Your heart was still beating fast and your ears were ringing and you could practically feel yourself wanting to melt from how utterly charming he was. Even the little pet name he gave you really made your stomach do backflips as you hugged yourself and smiled like an idiot all alone in your room now. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

♡

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#oneshots #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spiderpunk x reader #fluff #across the spiderverse #kittwix-sfw #kittwix-miscellaneous-oneshots #kittwix-oneshots

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

whats the dirt on teslas 👀

im gonna have to make a tesla hater manifesto lol.

here’s the first post i’ve made about them with an addition from a follower that’s really important

the main issues i have are

1. teslas are terribly built cars. body panels don’t line up, they break down weird and are a nightmare to deal with when they do, they spontaneously combust so often it’s terrifying and customer service famously does nothing about it, they’re just built like garbage

2. they only exist because one of the world’s shittiest rich guys decided he wanted to buy his way into the automotive space. elon musk did not start tesla, it was originally a series of essentially kit cars. elon bought the company out turned it into the monstrosity it is now

3. they’re death traps. the locks are entirely electronic so if you don’t have power you’re locked inside, which has killed people. apparently there is a mechanical way but that isn’t common knowledge and apparently isn’t intuitive. theres the whole issue of the autopilot both allegedly shutting off right before crashes and not being able to recognize children in the road

there’s plenty of other issues as well, a lot of which apply to EVs as a whole, but those are a lot of the big ones. their labor and safety practices are also apparently pretty abysmal

#not a car id #asks #anon #tesla

[dimonds456]

Also are you doing okay?

I think so. I've got a therapist, and supportive friends. I'm slowly becoming more and more financially stable. One of my disabilities is going away, one I thought would be with me for life! I've even got a top surgery letter now, and we're working on getting a consultation with a surgeon!

But I'm also realizing how fucked everything is. Sorry, I kinda vented to you, but it's below the cut so you don't have to read it. Just, overall, I think I'm doing okay. I know I'll be alright. But fuck man it's hard to believe it sometimes, lmao.

I'm just also coming to realize how fucked up my childhood actually was. How fucked up the whole world is. How one person can singlehandedly make your life hell, and that just deciding to get away from them isn't enough.

It's been hard. On a personal level, I've been dealing with borderline abuse for the better part of 3 years, since I finally moved into my own apartment; once online, and twice IRL now. It's been every form of abuse except physical and sexual, but even then, I still felt physically unsafe around one of my abusers. Like he could have hurt me if he stayed around much longer.

The most latest example of it was my ex roommate, who had to be moved out of our place because of his screaming at us, throwing things, extreme beliefs, and illegal things like stealing money. And he still lives in this building, too, just not with us anymore. The new people who have to deal with him now actually just contacted us to ask us how tf we got rid of him, aha.

But even aside from that, on a more broad level, I've come to realize my own learned helplessness (the clinical term), trauma, and am struggling to come to terms with how true a lot of that stuff is.

I am helpless when it comes to ending an overseas "war" that I don't really have any stakes in anyway, aside from a moral one. I don't have family in Gaza, I don't know anyone there, but that shouldn't matter, y'know? It's still terrible, and I still can't help anyone there. No matter how loud we scream, the politicians are doing everything they can to drag their feet and are trying to get Israel to end it as fast as possible so people will just shut up about it already. They know we know, too, and are just trying to save face and it pisses me off. But what can I do about it? Not a whole lot!

I'm helpless when it comes to getting my family's acceptance of my own identity, or the constant misgendering at work, or the sexual harassment I keep getting from customers. Like, just today, two different guys offered to get me a pop or something, and my first instinct WASN'T to be like "oh thank you!" Instead, I raised my hackles in a "why are you being nice to me" way. That's not normal. It's a learned behavior and I don't know what to do about it.

I'm helpless to help my friend, who lives in an actively abusive household here in the States. Not mine, but within a day's drive of here if I got up early. We've called CPS, the cops, I've compiled a HUGE Google Doc of all the evidence we could find, I'm in touch with their sibling, I've straight-up TALKED to their abusive father (which was terrifying holy shit), and still NOTHING has changed. I think we're just gonna have to wait until they're old enough to move out, which fucking sucks.

I'm helpless to even help myself a lot of the time. My abusive relationships in the past have killed a lot of my creativity, energy, and overall positivity. I don't know if I'll ever really get it back.

But I'm doing what I can. I'm standing up for what's right in any way I can, I'm keeping tabs on my friend, I'm educating myself and diving into history, I'm trying to point my parents in the right directions, I'm trying to help my sibling from a distance, anything I can. I just feel like it isn't enough, y'know?

On the whole, I'm doing alright. And I'll be okay. But those bad days be hitting, lol.

#dimond speaks #vent #vent post #tw abuse mention #tw trauma mention

[miredinmiddleearth]

Rings of Power, Ep. 5 Review - Slowly Losing My Mind

I don’t know if I can keep going. This show has broken me. Here are my thoughts on episode five:

1. Harfoot explains about migrating from place to place, eating food they didn’t plant or nurture or stick around to care for. Gosh, can’t put my finger on why that sounds familiar...Almost like a certain company...

2. Creepy people in white from the trailer are finally here! For exactly thirty seconds and zero purpose.

3. Prediction: Adar (aka orc elf) is related to Gil-galad somehow. Same squiggle armor is worn by both.

4. Summary of my feelings on the middle of the episode: Don’t care. Don’t care. Sloppy. Boring. Dumb. I’d break these thoughts down by scene and characters, but that requires effort, and why should I put in any effort when the show doesn’t, either?

5. The guttural, exhausted noise I made when I realized they were going to have Galadriel spar with the Numenorean cadets. There’s time for this? Also, she steps in to “teach” the cadets how to kill an orc. I am not kidding when I say her lesson is...stab it. That’s it. Stab the orc. Brilliant advice, Galadriel. Really wouldn’t have thought of that. 

Then we proceed to watch a terribly choreographed, slow sword fight so Galadriel can look like she’s cool or something? Definitely doesn’t work.

6. Oh good, show that brags about feminism and championing women uses women as set dressing during the table scene. We can’t just have a table of men. We need women at the table. They need character names? Lines of dialogue? Nah. Just sit them at the table.

7. Just when you think the show couldn’t get any dumber, they hereby present to you - Mithril: An Amazon Original Origin Story. Featuring made up Silmaril lore, a balrog, an unnamed elf, a tree, and an accidental lightning strike.

8. Guys. It hurts. The Gil-galad conversation with Elrond goes to places that are too stupid for words. Contradictions galore, mixed up and messed up character motivations, and inventions that totally destroy whatever direction the world could go. Prepare for the stupid:

In this show, the process of elves dwindling has just begun. Why? Don’t ask questions. But boy oh boy, the solution. Apparently their goal is to get as much mithril as possible and “saturate” the elves. I AM NOT JOKING.

What are they going to do? Gather the elves into a circle and rub mithril on their skin? Go to a mithril spa? Shoot a laser beam through a mithril shard at a crowd of all the elves? WHY DOES MITHRIL NEED A BACKSTORY OR SUCH A PURPOSE? WHY IS IT SUDDENLY THE ROOT OF ELVEN IMMORTALITY AND SALVATION THEWERHUWIEFHBALHUIQZ GAH.

ALSO. Let’s remember that this show is largely about the fall of Numenor. In case you didn’t know, Numenor falls because its people grow so desperate for immortality that they seek it in Valinor, and are thus punished in the most extreme way possible. I guess they should have just mined some mithril!

9. Elrond makes a giant deal of not breaking his oath to Durin about keeping mithril a secret, as he should. Then he proceeds to give Celebrimbor the mithril shard and doesn’t count that as breaking his oath. How does this make sense?

10. Two ships get blown up (gosh, don’t get me started on the extreme lack of character motivations),  and Numenor has three ships left. Wait wait wait. Numenor. Greatest naval force ever. Island nation. Has five ships TOTAL? 

11. Emotional moment between Galadriel and Halbrand not earned. Blah blah blah. I’m terrible at leading. I’m annoying. Yeah we know. We see it literally in every scene you’re in.

12. Absolutely no idea why Elendil’s daughter is here or what she wants. 

13. The armor. Look, I don’t understand the choice to give a horse-y aesthetic to the Numenorean soldiers. Horse tails on helmets? For an island nation not known for their horses? Where would they get so much hair? Also, lol, those “nose guards.”

14. Where did Galadriel get the custom armor she wears at the end? She showed up on the island in rags. Are they implying Halbrand made it in, like, a week? Why do I keep asking for basic storytelling competency? Search me!

15. One brief positive: I could listen to Elendil’s delivery of “For Middle-earth” about five million times.

16. You’re telling me they’re bringing 500 men on those three little ships? And the preview for next week implies they’re bringing a whole cavalry of horses, too? Is there an iceberg worth of boat under the water?

Guess what. The episode ends in the same place they started the episode. Numenoreans are gearing up to go to middle earth. All the conflict got us back to where we started. What a great use of an hour to tell a story. I am so done. I don’t think I can do this again. If this is the last time I review, may I just say...

UGGHGHGHGHGGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGGGGGHGHHHHGGHGHGHGH

#rings of power #rop #rings of power review #tolkien #rant review #jrr tolkien #the ring speaks #lord of the rings #lotr #anti rings of power

[dohaerislykiri]

Why am I Team Green? Short answer, I support the tradition and customs of that time and respect the precedent that was set by the Great Council of 101. Westoros is not an absolute monarchy. If Viserys wanted to break from tradition he should have done more in codifying a law that allows for 1st born to rule regardless of gender across the kingdom. But he didn't do that. He was only thinking about Rhaenyra.

For me, it's not even about Rhaenrya vs Aegon, and who would be a better ruler. I think both would be/are terrible options mainly due the choices, poor judgment, and decisions they make. Neither were prepared to rule nor took duty seriously. Rhaenyra spent most of her years doing what she wanted on Dragonstone. During the times since being named heir, Rhaenyra did nothing to build or grow her relationships with the lords of the realm. She again used Viserys connections as a proxy instead of laying the groundwork for herself, especially since they were breaking precedent and changing the culture. Aegon was ignored and made to feel unworthy. He had a king for a father, but a father who showed little interest in grooming, raising, and teaching his 1st born son how to lead, politic, or rule. Viserys was a bad father who showed favoritism and exercised neglect. Both Aegon and Rhaenyra probably should have been skipped over with either Aemond or Daeron being the king (let Aegon abdicate and sail away or live his life wherever and Rhaenyra can stay at Dragonstone or go into exile with Daemon).

Being with the Greens does not mean I condone everything they do (because I dont), same if I were Team Black. Neither side are spotless.

I also, don't dislike all the Blacks. I like Jace, Luke, Corlys. Others, I'm indifferent towards at this point in the story.

Being for the Greens IS NOT about Aegon individually for me. He just happened to be the 1st son. It could literally be Aemond or Daeron in Aegon's spot and I'd feel the same.

Speaking of Aemond, he hadn't done anything wrong up until the last scene of episode 10. All the other times he was the one being picked on for not having a dragon, the pig dread incident, being spoken too rudely (it's him), he's the one he gets physically assaulted (by Rhaena and Baela 1st then it's Jace who punches Aemond at the dinner toast). At 10, he gets his eye sliced and permanently blinded, but his own father just ignores it. Viserys in all his weak leadership avoided confronting a problem yet again. Luke should have been punished...stripped of his titles, removed from inheritance, loss of his dragon...something instead of nothing. Viserys inaction solidified the division between the family. The Greens saw that their lives and safety is secondary and not important when it comes to Rhaenrya and the Blacks.

The Strong boys got dealt a crappy hand by their mother...and father... being born in time where bastardy had consequences. It absolutely matters. If it didn't matter Rhaenrya, Viserys, and Daemon wouldn't go out of their way to insist on torturing, mutilating, and killing people for speaking the truth. Those are not Laenor's biological children. It's obvious he wasn't that attached because he took the deal to fake his death then abandon the boys. Another selfish act on the behalf of Rhaenyra and Daemon. So the whole "he's the legal father" argument just doesn't hold water.

Same with Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron. Viserys sired Rhaenyra's direct competition. It's not their fault. Despite Viserys saying Rhaenyra is his heir, many in the realm just flat out don't agree with it. If Rhaenyra ascends, her challenge is still alive. Greens saw the problem and wanted to act, Blacks would do the same. With Rhaenyra being the elder sibling, she couldn't even be bothered with establishing a better connection with her younger siblings. She went as far as suggesting 10yo Aemond should be "questioned sharply", meaning tortured. Do I think she would have personally come for them? No. But there are certainly some close to her who would have no problem solving the problem...looking at you Daemon Killagain Targaryen.

Rhaenyra did not visit Viserys for years despite knowing he was sick. Six years she was gone, but returns only because she wanted him to back her in the Driftmark conversation. Then complains about Alicents redecorating. And then they looked at Viserys condition but concluded he didn't need to be on milk of the poppy.

Otto is a villain in a way that any feudal lord who is that close to power would see how much more he could get. Him pushing Alicent seems foul when looking at the situation through modern eyes, but given the time, it's not out of sync with the those customs. Children of nobilty were pawns used to marry for status, security, alliances. If Viserys intention were to not name his children heirs, then he shouldn't have even remarried. But Viserys is weak and passive. Otto saw the door open and went for it. Part of the game. He wasn't wrong to tell Alicent they would come for her sons if Aegon isn't king.

I like Alicent. I like her for her duty and doing what was asked of her. She was already an anxious and stressed young lady, then she becomes queen. She loses a most of her friends and has very few allies. She loves her children, and really has been the main advocate for their well-being when Viserys couldn't be bothered. Sure Otto wants the power, but he's limited in that regard. Criston trains them to be disciplined, effective fighters and warriors.

Criston broke his vows as member of the kings guard sleeping with Rhaenyra. If he got caught, that's death for him. He loses everything. He had to work for his achievements. Rhaenyra was simply born into it. Rhaenyra wouldn't suffer any consequences. He caught feelings, but she just wanted to use him as her f-boy. She broke his heart and part of him died inside and now he's cold and calculating. He was on the brink of death until Alicent saved him. Again, another example of Rhaenyra just being selfish in not caring about who she hurts.

If I step back, what I see happening is a battle of the 2nd sons: Otto vs Daemon; Aemond vs Luke; Daemon vs Aemond; Vaemond vs Luke. In each of those standoffs, I find myself identifying with the Greens more. I'm not blind to seeing the Blacks perspective either. Ultimately, these are all men with no inheritance in a time where inheritance is everything. So they will fight to the death to get it. 💚💚

#TeamGreen #Aemond Targaryen #House of the Dragon #HotD #hotd aemond #alicent hightower #aegon targaryen ii

[cgsartwork]

Throwing my questions in the ring(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Two for Alex:

- How is it teaching in Valhalla? Anything that would be different from human education?

- WHO IS THE BIG SPOON AND LITTLE SPOON!

________________________________________The rest are general questions for everyone!

- What is the most dumb thing each one has ever done?

-Is there someone they like to mess with specifically?

-Do they have any regrets from the time they were alive?

- Who would most likely befriend gods? If so which gods?

That's all pookie<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

AAAA THANK U FOR THE QUESTIONS POOKIE!! <3 For Alex: It is different in a sense that this man has to teach the young gods and OH LORD HE NEEDS SLEEP SO BAD. Legit, despite the fact that he is a human he knows some things much better than anyone (like old magic and the generall customs and rituals of the different gods) so the Academia just places him in whicherver class possible. And another thing that is different, is that many young gods are just- brats. Imagine the worst class possible and Alex gotta deal with them all. (which, he can. at the end of the day, he is a great techer and knows how to do his work. but it aint his fault if some of his students dont want to remeber anything) In short- its more stressful (and he needs a long vacation which is long overdue-) AND FOR THE BIG AND LIL SPOON QUESTION!! Very silly but Alex is actually the big spoon! Even if Jack tries- the british man always ends up being the lil spoon. (Alex is like a smoll cuddly bear ngl. very nice to hug and will hold u comfortably) Now to the rest! What is the most dumb thing each one has ever done? = Alex: Some silly things did happen but i dont think he ever had a "the most dumb thing" kind of situation. Maybe he took on the shirt the wrong way or mixed up some books. (or randomly switches to russian when speaking to Jack. especially when nervous- only to then translate it all to him-) Pero: Eazy- Thought she could eavesdrop on Jack and Alex (cuz gurl was worried about her brother) and didnt notice the door was slighly open. she fell into the room (she refused to leave her chambers for almost 2 weeks) Astor: Casted the wrong spell even though he did it like 100 times- welp there was a storm aferwards Anderson: Tbh- i am unsure? Pushkin: Duell his friend. He died afterwards Natalia: perhaps not stopping her husband from duelling his friend-

Is there someone they like to mess with specifically? Alex and Pero frequently mess with each other- if the siblings dont go one day without messing with each other, something is off Astor: It seems to be so bonkers- but Loki, Heimdall and Brunhilde. Andersen: Fr- this man prefers not to mess with anyone. He had enough- Pushkin: Guess what, with his Friend whom he duelled (aka George-Charles) Natalia: No one really. However if you mess with her she will not hesitate to throw whatever at you.

Do they have any regrets from the time they were alive?

Alex: Not saving his sister from Luke Evans (aka the actual Ripper) Even in Valhalla after finally beinf reunited, he still blames himself for it terribly.

Pero: If she wouldnt have found Luke Evans in Valhalla (and send him to Nifelheim), she would be like "not killing him", but she did that a n d she has her brother back, so pretty much any regrets she had just dissapear. Astor: Not being able to see his mother one last time before going into the battle where he lost his life.

Andersen: Being alone, in a romantic sense. While he had his friends of course, but not someone he had a close connection with.

Pushkin: IRONICALLY- duelling Charles. Because it was actually stupid and he acted on raw emotions.

Natalia: While she may had some, while still alive, fortune turned to her and basically made her life easier which made her regrets, of being alone go away.

Who would most likely befriend gods? If so which gods?

Who def would befriend gods is for sure Alex, Astor, Natalia and somewhat Pero. Alex has a close connection to the Nordic Pantheon, just like Pero, so that leads to some friendly interactions from time to time. He gets along with Frejya and Odin actually. He had some relations with the Slavic Pantheon but tries to ignore them as good as possible- the Goddess Zvezda is someone he does however talk to, but only because of his sister Pero (who has a lil crush on this Goddess) For Astor- he has to interact with pretty much every god. Unofficially he is Lokis right hand so he almost always has some bussiness with some other gods. He would for sure be friends with Buddah tho and Anubis. Natalia would most likley befriend Aphrodite and Hera. woooo! this was a long one haha :D sorry if there are some spelling mistakes- its like 2 am or sum here so- slay

#cyber talks #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok oc #alexander volkov #pero #hans christian andersen #alexander pushkin #natalia pushkina #Astor #mii-cherry

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Meet The Family Edition Volume II: Van Dort Visit

Victor: [knocking on the door to Smiler's apartment, fidgeting anxiously] S-smiler? Are -- are you ready to go?

Smiler: [from the other side of the door] Yeah, just a second!

Smiler: [opens the door to reveal that they're wearing -- a plain black suit, white shirt, and black tie]

Victor:

Smiler: ...you okay?

Victor: [blinking and shaking his head] Yes! I-I just -- didn't expect -- [gestures to the outfit] I d-didn't think you owned -- d-don't get me wrong, it is p-probably perfect for visiting Burtonsville and m-meeting my parents, it's only...it looks d-downright funereal.

Smiler: [really awkward smile] Ah -- there's a reason for that...

--

[Context: the trio are being driven by the Van Dorts' chauffeur through the streets of Burtonsville to the Van Dort mansion]

Smiler: [takes a picture of the town and sends it to their friends]

Thirteen: [texting back] Ha ha. Take one without the black-and-white-filter, will you?

Galactica: [texting back] Yeah, be fair, Smiler.

Smiler: [a minute later, texts a picture of themselves and Alice in front of the window, showing that they're in full color]

Galactica: [texting back] WTF???

Thirteen: [texting back] HOLY SHIT HE ACTUALLY LIVES IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE?!

--

[Context: at the mansion, Victor is showing Alice and Smiler around]

Smiler: [staring down another hallway] Sheesh, how many rooms does this place have?

Victor: I'm honestly not sure. More than we could ever need, that's for certain. [rolls his eyes] Have to have room for all of Mother's "treasures..."

Alice: Yes, your mother in particular does seem to be into the conspicuous consumption. [small smile] At least you don't have a gold toilet?

[smash cut to:]

Alice: [staring at a literal gold toilet] Oh my fucking god.

Smiler: [also staring] Is it -- can you --

Victor: Of course not -- do you think my mother would ever allow anyone to befoul her beloved toilet?

Smiler: Rita is going to kill your parents if she ever meets them.

Victor: Please tell her to do so in a way that allows me a proper alibi.

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[Context: Nell is holding court at tea and complaining about "this modern world"]

Nell: People just don't know their place anymore! Why, just a little while ago, I had the displeasure of dealing with the rudest, most incompetent barista I've ever met!

Victor: [not really paying attention anymore] Did you?

Nell: Yes! Cheeky little bugger didn't seem to understand anything about his job! All I wanted was a few little extras -- the sort a customer is entitled to -- and he couldn't even pour the coffee right!

Victor: [sudden horrified realization] Uh --

Alice: [calmly sipping her tea] That must have been terrible for you.

Smiler: [nodding] I bet you didn't even leave a tip.

Nell: Oh, we never leave tips anyway -- we don't believe in them, isn't that right, William? [William gets half a nod in before she continues] But we paid good money for that coffee, and I expected it to be done right! Not by some half-wit with dyed hair rolling his colored contacts at me!

Smiler: [completely deadpan] How dare they.

Victor: [muttering] Still drank the entire thing, though.

Nell: Not the point! [shaking her head as she returns to her own tea] At least you're not spending all your time with those sorts, Victor. If I knew you were carrying on with a barista I'd die of shame.

Alice: [under her breath] Can we have that in writing?

Victor: [trying very hard not to laugh]

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Victor: [deep sigh as they all climb in the Van Dort's car to go home] Thank you both for putting up with that.

Alice: It's fine, Victor. They are your parents, and we were going to have to do that eventually.

Victor: I know, just -- I'm sorry. About them. They're -- a-a lot, I know.

Alice: [squeezing his forearm] I imagine you do, yes.

Smiler: Yeah, really. [pause] So, how do you think it's going to take before she finally realizes who I am and dies of shame?

Victor: Considering how much attention she pays to "servants" -- the heat death of the universe.

Alice: I don't think I can wait that long.

Victor: Please don't murder my mother.

Smiler: Yeah, Rita already has dibs.

#valicer #not incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler alton #misgendering #(very slight but Nell naturally didn't pay attention to any pronouns used for Smiler in the initial coffee visit #so she has defaulted to talking about them as 'he' when describing the incident) #been wanting to do this follow-up to the 'meet the family' edition for a while #especially the one where Smiler takes the picture and everyone thinks they're using a filter at first #'OMG HE ACTUALLY LIVES IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE?' has been in my head for a while XD #yes Smiler DOES have one plain suit they bought for a funeral #came in handy here XD #though in the full scene in my mind Victor is then like 'but I don't want you not to be YOU just for my parents' #and it's a little more heartfelt and sad as Smiler assures him that they're fine toning themselves down for one visit #though they still do wear their yellow contacts #(they briefly thought about going without them but decided 'nah that IS too much toning down') #and come on tell me the Van Dorts WOULDN'T have a gold toilet just to show off #it's probably shaped like a fish or something XD #and naturally I had to do a scene of Nell just straight up not recognizing Smiler #because all baristas blur together in her head #she MIGHT recognize them at a later date #we'll see if I come up with anything for that :p #queued

[crimeboys]

relationship scramble?

this one’s basically a fleabag au with wilbur playing the role of fleabag. he and his best friend niki ran a bakery but like. six years prior wilbur left to try and become a politician and failed. badly. and ended up coming back but niki was already gone by then, tired of waiting for wilbur to come back bc he promised he would, at least to visit, but he got stuck in his own mind blah blah blah. she now works as like a campaign speech writer/consultant and wilbur is miserable and alone working at a bakery (his ass cannot bake) and has like no fucking money.

this also got too long so under the cut

the story starts at like a family lunch type deal. phil is in town for the first time in a while, he’s been traveling with his wife, kristin, who wilbur does not know that well and so does not fully trust. tubbo (wilbur's brother) and ranboo (tubbo's husband) are there as well, and technoblade (phil’s business partner/best friend who now 90% takes care of the company bc phil’s away), sally (wilbur’s ex-wife who he got pregnant at 16, subsequently had a baby with, and then they realized they were much better off friends but unfortunately they’d already had the marriage, the baby, and all of the subsequent disappointments. so they don’t really talk anymore. except for at family events or when wilbur is really, really drunk), fundy (wilbur’s 18 year old son wilbur hasn’t directly spoken to since wilbur tried to kill himself), and dream who is there as wilbur’s date but has been ignoring him to talk to technoblade. oh also michael is probably eating paste in the other room or something.

and a lot of shit happens but namely dream dumps wilbur for like the 100th time and tubbo offers wilbur money to keep his bakery afloat and wilbur lies to phil so so much and literally everyone knows he's lying except for phil.

the fic is crimeboys centric bc of who i am as a person and it’s basically like. tommy comes barging in demanding a job and wilbur at first is like “fuck no” but actually i’ll just post the scene keep in mind it's not edited blah blah blah

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“No, we’re not a new restaurant,” Wilbur says into the phone. Most calls are people asking that same question because of the name, Name Pending, that Wilbur and Niki thought was fucking hilarious six years ago. Now, Wilbur wants to ring their quirky little necks. “The name is just an inside joke. Yes, we’re open. Until 6pm. Because we’re a bakery, sir.”

The bell rings as the door opens. Wilbur doesn’t really need the bell because he can see with 100% clarity when people come in, but he and Niki thought it would add that touch of authenticity. As the customer continues to rant about wanting cookies at 7pm, a grimy-looking man walks in. Well, his skin isn’t grimy but his clothes are. Wilbur wonders how one can conceivably get that many stains on a shirt.

Wilbur hangs up the phone despite the customer still speaking and says, “Welcome in. What can I get for you today?”

“A job,” the man says. “If you’ve got one, I need a job. Badly.” Wilbur can afford to keep this place running maybe two months more.

“Well, I’m sorry but you’d probably have better luck-”

“No!” The man shouts, and Wilbur straightens up a bit in his shock. “No, no, no because that's what the lady at the supermarket said.”

“You got rejected by the lady at the supermarket?” They’ve got terrible turnover there. And thieves. This guy’s resume must be shit.

“Yeah, then I went to the bookstore, then the arcade, then the fucking thrift. All of them said, you’ll have better luck down the street!”

“Well,” Wilbur says with a shrug. “London.”

“Oh, fuck London.” Wilbur agrees. “Look, I really just- I just need a job, alright?”

“Yes, but I haven’t got one to give you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I just prefer to work alone.” A lie. Wilbur misses the loud mornings of baking and music, crooning and dancing with Niki as they laughed, Wilbur always stealing at least one cookie per batch. Mornings with himself are loud in the bad way.

“Okay. I prefer having a job, personally,” the man slaps a paper on the counter. Wilbur bends over to skim it. Oh, nevermind, there are hardly 20 words. It would be hard to skim any more than that.

RESUME:

Name: Tommy Innit Prior Job: ONLY Man Ever Expected Pay: 200 dollars per hour

“Right,” Wilbur says. He folds his hands on the counter. “I’m not giving you 200 dollars an hour.”

“We can negotiate. 199.99 isn’t terrible.”

“You ever heard of minimum wage?”

“Ever heard of knowing your worth?” Wilbur’s eye twitches.

“What could you even bring to the table? You have any skills? Anything that would amount to earning 200 dollars an hour?” Tommy squints, like this question has never occurred to him.

“Work.”

“But what can you do?”

“Work.”

“If you can’t even answer a simple question-”

“Just tell me what to do, I’ll do it! I don’t care what it is.”

“Have you ever baked? Have you ever cleaned?” 

“I can figure it out!”

“Sorry, was that a no on the cleaning thing?” Looking at Tommy’s clothes, Wilbur would wager so.

“Just give me a chance!” Wilbur is not at the fucking place he can just give people chances right now. He’s going out of business, he just got dumped by Dream for the upteenth fucking time, and his little brother had the audacity to offer him money not 24 hours ago. He does not want to garner another fucking loss.

“Why won’t anyone hire you?” Tommy groans.

“Fuck’s it matter?”

“Color me curious.”

“Fuckin’- not a lot of places take ex-cons.” Well, that’s certainly something. That should probably make Wilbur’s choice even easier. But Tommy looks determined, Wilbur might be a little manic right now, and he’s tired of eating burnt fucking cinnamon rolls.

“Make a cookie and I’ll think about it.” Tommy blinks.

“What, seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, right now?”

“You got any other job interviews?” Wilbur points a thumb to the actual kitchen. “Have at.” 

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here are my notes for some of the relationships in this fic i didnt touch on too heavy uhh

quackity is a political consultant that wilbur has a very aggravating situationship with ← they just meet up a couple times a month to get drinks and piss each other off and then not have sex. this is both incredibly frustrating and also definitely part of it for both of them.

dream is wilbur’s “mutually beneficial” kind-of ex. when wilbur feels like he’s spiraling out of control, he tends to gravitate toward dream who is fine with it because he’s obsessed with control and also technoblade who he gets to hang out with if he’s “dating” wilbur. literally no one is actually sure whether they’re actually together when they’re going out but that’s fine, wilbur would die if he put any sort of label on any of his relationships, plus their trysts don’t last long and they have actually never been physically in a room alone together.

tubbo is wilbur's little brother who is married to ranboo and they have a kid, michael, and wilbur spends a lot of time being just a little bit bitter that his little brother is more successful than him but also tubbo is kind of erm. miserable he hates being a stay at home dad (he loves his son, he loves his husband, he misses Doing Things and shit) and the walls of his home feel more like a box and yeah. also tubbo offers wilbur money like right at the beginning of the story bc it’s Obvious the bakery is about to go under and wilbur is mad about that bc well. issues.

#asks #anon

[dcpravities]

☆ post-event plotting call ☆

alright, time for me to be real with y'all and say that i'm a little too excited that my muses were killed in the event and now are totally unaware. obviously if i have to add someone else before the end of the event lol, i'll reblog again but!! definitely planning to use this to jump start new plots and connections outside of just fandom ones, so please feel free to throw a like at this if you're interested in any of the wanted connections i've posted, or if you have any other ideas!!

dorcas meadowes, harry potter

fake life vibes: studying as a grad student, works odd jobs here and there to keep the bills paid but keeps her life as stress free as possible. has absolutely no recollection of anything magic related, and will laugh in the face of someone who tries to tell her that she knows about it. very focused on finishing her work and getting a good job, everything else falls to the side.

new connection ideas:

fake relationship / fiancee: someone else with fake memories who believes they've been together for a while. bonus points for another unaware marauders era character if you want some spice.

fake siblings (real or adopted): in her actual memories, dorcas is an only child so it could be fun to let her get attached to the idea of having siblings only for it to be completely fake. other fake family is also an option!

academic rival: she's smart and hardworking and she knows it, and she's not afraid to sidestep anyone that might get in the way of that or provide an obstacle to her. could be playful vibes or could be something a little more cutthroat.

an ex: in this fake memory life, she's definitely someone who didn't stray from the path of what was expected, not someone who liked to make waves at all - but this could've been someone who got thrown to the side because they didn't fit in with her idea of a future.

the person who keeps trying to tell her who she actually is: self explanatory, but be prepared for her to be annoyed at you 24/7. could also be someone who has her wand because she definitely does not still have that lol.

venti, genshin impact

fake life vibes: still an extremely annoying drunk, just tends to get in trouble for it more since he's lost memories of all the different ways he could get out of trouble. works as a bartender ( a terrible one since he's usually drinking more than the actual paying customers, also tends to go home with someone after every shift ). doesn't have a ton of friends because his personality can be a little grating but he tends to be likable and friendly for the most part.

co-workers who hate him: like i said, man is a terrible bartender. he messes up drinks, constantly is tipsy behind the bar despite denying it, and somehow manages to evade getting fired because he's just relatively charming and/or he's blackmailing the boss. could be either, could be both.

fwbs: probably has a few of them, varying ranges of friendship or if it's just something casual they they're both looking to get off.

a roommate: before dwording he didn't live in any one spot since he can just sort of deal with anything since he's a god and probably just came and go wherever he wanted to, but wouldn't someone love to be his roommate?? it'll be fun

maybe an actual friend: he is a nice person who is very thoughtful once all of his extra personality is pulled away, so there could definitely be someone that does actually like him for some reason.

#hw: plot call #death mention tw #alcohol mention tw #murder mention tw

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Another OC. She'll only be mentioned in Hearing Problems, as she's been deceased for quite some time; but if and when I start Lyon's story, she'll be a supporting main character. Only one left to do now is Vesper, and three other crew officers from the Hurricane Pirates (who will have shorter profiles and I'll probably just stick them in one post).

Name: Sedna Lyon (Beckman prior to marriage)

Age: Late teens at time of death

Appearance:

(Face claim is Jaimie Alexander, edited for hair color)

Bobbed, wavy dark green hair and emerald green eyes. Athletic build, around 5'6" height, long legs, fair skin. Certified master of the Resting Bitch Face.

Dark clothes and dark eye make-up. Tank tops and loose pants, and eventually a silver and emerald engagement ring and matching wedding band.

Carried a pair of flintlock pistols at her hips, a bowie knife strapped to her left calf, and eventually a revolver that she also kept tucked into her belt.

Personality:

Fiercely independent. Dryly sarcastic. Quick to fly off the handle, but just as quick to apologize for it when it wasn't justified. Severe issues with PTSD and anxiety that stemmed from seeing her parents murdered during a pirate raid when she was a child. Honestly quite sensitive, but hid it behind a hard mask around everyone except those that she was closest with. Fiercely protective of anyone she cared about, didn't want to lose anyone else. Loner, not necessarily introverted but doesn't generally get close to anyone easily.

Abilities/Powers/Talents:

Hand to hand combat: Not a girl that anyone wants to throw hands with; her father had worked as a bounty hunter in her youth and trained both her and her older brother to handle themselves, and her brother took up that mantle after their parents' deaths. Could easily knock out a man more than twice her size with a good left hook.

Guns: Also learned from her father, prefered pistols to larger guns due to faster firing rate, but could use any firearm put in front of her. Deadly accurate. Had a revolver that firef explosive rounds that was a "wedding present" from Janx, crafted by him.

Mixology: Took up running her father's bar in their hometown along with her brother after their parent's death, and developed quite a knack for serving and mixing drinks by the time she was in her early teens.

Cooking: Nothing terribly fancy, mostly tavern fare, hand in hand with helping run the bar.

Relationships:

Benn Beckman: Older brother, by around ten years. He was in his teens when their home was raided by pirates, and Sedna was a little over a decade younger. Their parents were counted among those killed, leaving him to take care of his sister, leaving them with no one else to turn to but each other, and he was incredibly protective of her. Made damned sure that she was capable of defending herself in case he ever wasn't around to do so himself.

Lyon D. Rollo (OC): Met in their teens, when Lyon and Shanks found their way to the town aboard a sinking sloop that had already taken on a great deal of water. She was sitting at the docks when they got there, just in time to see Lyon slump over the deck railing and fall overboard and Shanks dive in after him. She ended up assisting in dragging Lyon onto the docks because he seemed like he was half-dead—which turned out to be a result of him forcing use of his Devil Fruit abilities (Kaze Kaze no Mi, logia wind type) to push the sloop forward faster despite already being half-soaked in sea water, and then of course nearly drowning. She keeps a watch over him while Shanks hurriedly gathers their belongings from the sinking sloop Sedna helps assist them into town, to an inn room above her and her brother's tavern. Benn isn't too keen on the idea, understandably doesn't trust strangers very much, but Shanks insists they can pay for it so he doesn't shove them off. Lyon wakes up several hours later, Sedna is there checking up on their customers. Lyon states that he feels like he's shotgunned a bottle and a half of rum out of a moldy old boot before she fires back dryly "Got a lotta experience with that, do you?" and the poor dumb blonde bb is instantly hooked. They boys are sure they're going to be stuck there for a little while since their sloop is now underwater, but Lyon has *no* objections. Benn does have his share of objections, when Lyon blabs over a beer that they're pirates, and this leaves Sedna a little wary as well...but they don't seem that bad. She talks her brother into letting them stick around, have them help out around the tavern. Sedna has never really liked the idea of being stuck there her whole life, and the stories (no doubt heavily embellished for dramatic effect) that Lyon tells her about his and Shanks's time sailing on Roger's crew are honestly too exciting to resist.

After a couple weeks, she starts trying to convince Beck to let them have their father's old sloop since it's done nothing but sit at the docks for the last decade...and admits that she's thinking about going with them. Naturally this leads to quite the fight between the siblings, with Beck essentially forbidding her to leave. It's bad enough that Sedna ends up waking up the pair of pirates in the middle of the night and saying that they're setting out. Now or never. Neither of them are one to look a gift horse in the mouth, they get their things and get ready to get the hell out of dodge. All three are met by her older brother at the docks, already aboard the ship. No intention of letting Sedna run off on her own; says to give them a few days to close up the damned tavern and he's coming too. Doesn't mean he's on anyone's goddamned crew, though. Doesn't mean he approves of the relationship quickly budding between his sister and Lyon, either, but he begrudgingly accepts it, particularly when the kid makes clear on more than one occasion that he would give his own life without hesitation to ensure her safety.

By the time Lyon and Shanks part ways with their own ships and their own small crews after around a year, Beck has officially accepted the role of first mate to the red-haired captain, and he and his sister part ways as well. It isn't long before she and Lyon marry aboard his ship, making her both his first mate and his wife; and even less time before Sedna is, albeit unplanned, pregnant.

Shanks: Our favorite flirty redhead definitely did his share of flirting, until hid bro essentially called dibs. Shanks was never looking for anything terribly serious anyway, figured it would cramp the lifestyle, and he saw how quickly Lyon caught feelings. Actually talked about it with Beck a little before they left the island, who was annoyed by the whole thing but essentially agreed he'd never seen his sister open up with anyone so quickly. Respected Sedna immensely for her wit and intelligence and figured she was exactly what his dumb blonde lil bro needed to set him in line.

Janx (OC): The first addition to the double-crew after Sedna and Beck. He and Lyon initially don't get along at all because the gunman spends a great deal of time hitting on her. Doesn't take long for him to give up when he realizes he doesn't stand a chance and he's probably going to end up getting pistol whipped across the head if he keeps it up. Eventually all three end up becoming great friends.

Vice Admiral Jackson Vesper (OC): Responsible for her death in her late teens, along with the majority of Lyon's crew, barely two hours after giving birth. Neither her nor Lyon knew anything about his vendetta against Lyon's mother or why they were being attacked by a Vice Admiral—they only knew that he wanted Lyon alive and was willing to kill his entire crew to get to him.

#one piece #opla #oc #original character

[missrandomdreamer]

Family Ties

just a snippet of writing for Hope and her brother talking about life and Karl meeting said brother. The siblings conversation was a lot more cut-throat but then I realized Hope probably wouldn't say what she was thinking out loud so dialed it back a bit. Also people will get a glimpse of Hope when she is around her family which is very different than when she is with other people :T This was just something I wanted to write, not really edited and not sure where it will fit in the over all story but just kind of felt like writing something like this *shrugs*

"You dyed your hair again , it looks like crap."

"Wow, nice to see you again to Merle."

Hope couldn't hide her frown and the slight pain in her eyes, but luckily for her the purple shades protected her brother seeing the latter. Merle Cohen Joyce, a foot taller than her, skinnier than a toothpick and blue eyes that looked at you a certain way made you feel like shit. That was her brother.

Merle looked her over from underneath his baseball cap wit his judgemental eyes, "Did you get more tattoos."

Hope rolled her eyes and pushed off her yellow jeep and walked to the entrance of the cemetery. "No, I did not. I haven't got any new ones since leaving home. Did you come all the way up here to talk shit?"

Merle followed her behind rolling his own eyes at his younger sister, instantly catching up her in only a few strides due to his long legs. "Still have the sailor mouth I hear."

"You bring it out of me." she muttered back, tightening her purple hair tighter in its ponytail. Hope sighed and looked out around the cemetery. They were the only two there, much like how it always had been. No one ever came to this cemetery, not anymore. It was a place they used to go to all the time when they were both younger. It always brought them comfort even if they didn't even have relatives their, it was just a nice peaceful place. Hope carefully watched her steps as they traversed the grounds, annoyed that her brother was walking always a step ahead. She heard her brother huff, but not out of being tired but of annoyance.

"To answer your question I didn't come here to make fun of you, entirely, just had to get it out of the way first." He grinned down at her and the younger woman scowled up at him. "I came up to see how you were doing and well to catch up. Mary is visiting her family up here and so I thought I would do the same."

"Only out of convenience, I see."

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with us tomorrow night. You and her siblings got along last time. You guys like the same stuff, they all really like you, for some reason."

"I'm not in the people pleasing, talking over dinner, trying to make conversation type of mood." Merle huffed again and turned to her, eyes narrowed down,

"You never are, Hope."

"I've had to much human interaction this week, and had to deal with to many rude customers. I'm tired."

"And you are always tired. It's literally just a few hours, it isn't going to kill you."

The two stood still near a large oak tree, its heavy arms out stretched nearly hitting Merle on the head but the man didn't move. Hope had never really clicked with Merle's wife Mary or her family. Sure she was nice enough but there was just something about them that rubbed her the wrong way. She could never really pinpoint it there was just something, about them. Maybe it was because they were over religious (in her eyes), maybe she always felt a look of disapproval when she had come to talk to them. Of course, she had to play pretend when she saw them, all smiles chipper voice despite on the inside she felt like screaming and crawling into a hole. Hope took a deep breath and let it out slow,

"Ill go to the dinner."

"I don't want you there if you are gonna be all mad about it."

"I won't be."

Again the silence came, now it was Merle's turn to sigh and adjust his hat.

"Look I didn't come up here to fight with you, though you make it terribly hard not too. I came up here to see you again and to ask you something."

Hope turned slightly to him, she was waiting for this, she knew it was coming.

"Will you go with me to see dad?" his voice was soft and serious. "You know he will be out soon. Mom says shes been talking a lot to him lately, says hes changed, like a lot."

"That's what she's been saying. She's been calling me nearly every other day telling me that." Merle sighed putting his back to the tree facing away from Hope.

"I want to try to get the family together. Maybe things will be different now, it doesn't have to be perfect right away but at least we can try."

"He's said he would change before and he never has, why should this time be any different?" Hope said softly, trying again not to let her brother hear the tremble on her voice. Merle gave her a side glance and stuffed his hands into his black denim jacket, shrugging slightly.

"Supposedly he's got back into church or at least the ministry at the prison. Even his brother said he's changed, for the better. You know coming from Uncle Sean, that says a lot."

Hope look past the tree to the stones beyond out to the road. She felt a tightness in her chest and she wanted to scream and cry but she knew she had to keep it together. Crying in front of anyone but especially her brother, she just couldn't do. "When did you plan on going," she brought her eyes down studying her combat boots in the mud. " I have work, I would have to put in for it."

She could feel Merle's cold glare, " Probably a few days after he gets out. Give him some breathing room, maybe come down the following weekend. It would just be us, Uncle Sean and Aunt Em. That's it. " Hope again kicked the dirt.

"Give me a day and I'll put in for it, I guess." She didn't want to. Hope did not want to, with every fiber of her being she did not want to get dragged down there again but then their was that small part. That little part that whispered guilt and damnation if she didn't go and face her father again, her family again. Hope closed her eyes and adjusted her ponytail.

Merle again studied her, his lips pressed into a thin line. There was a silence between the two of them again with only the distant sound of a crow cawing and the hushing of the wind in the leaves of the tree. He eventually looked away and started his walk back towards the car, it had only been a meeting place after all, "Weren't you going to show me your apartment? I think it's going to rain soon anyway."

Hope leaned her head back and quietly prayed for the strength not to snap, immediately thinking the worst of her brother seeing her apartment and judging it. She took in another deep breath and let it out through her nose before turning around to catch up with him. "Yeah, wait up, Ill lead the way."

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Heisenberg could feel the humidity in the air as he stepped out of the apartment building. He has been fixing one of the tenants pluming all day, then proceeded to get into a lengthy heated argument with Reddick on the phone. Now all he wanted to do was hide in his work shed, lock the door and not come out till midnight. Karl was already taking out a cigar and about to light it when the slamming of a car door grabbed his attention.

To his utter surprise it was Hope, though immediately seeing her rigid and the blank face, could tell something was wrong. He was going to walk towards her when suddenly a man appeared at her side. Karl felt something write in his stomach and he found himself concealing himself behind a large tree only ever peaking out around to watch them. The man was tall, lean, nearly like a scarecrow. He wore a serious expression, tussled black hair and seemed to walk with a purpose. Karl saw the man say something to Hope, but he couldn't hear, they were to far away. Hope remained blank face but walked towards the pathway that led to complex with her apartment. He saw her turn her head up to the man and respond but again Karl had no idea what they were talking about.

He didn't feel right, something felt wrong. He had never seen her body language like that and he had never seen this guy with her before. Heisenberg immediately felt annoyed and angry. Why? Heisenberg shook his head and started in the opposite direction of them back towards his workshop but then stopped. Maybe he should go check up on her? He could make up some excuse for coming up. "Could say there was problems with the plumbing in the apartment near by, that isn't technically a lie, and I just needed to see if her apartment doesnt have any damage. Yeah that could work."

Karl continued his walk back to the shed to grab his tools, so he could at least look the part. He adjusted his hat and threw on his coat again before heading back out. The Iron Lord didn't know why he was so bothered, it really wasn't any of his business. However, he didn't like the way Hope looked with him and that bothered him more than he would like to admit.

#karl heisenberg x oc #hope (oc) #Merle (oc) #rusted cages violet dreams #karl heisenberg #snippets #writing #re village #family drama #Joyce Family