#however i kept putting off posting so now i’m forcing myself to post it now

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happy may the fourth !! have a silly meme <3

#the original caption of this was the star wars which exists in my head is better (gayer) which amused me #however i kept putting off posting so now i’m forcing myself to post it now #was going to finish a fic for today. but i did not do that. #tcw #star wars #cody #commander cody #sw cody #codywan #<- implicitly #to me

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ugly?!

( hi…so you know I’m not a good writer please don’t go back and look if you're new but I came back and here I am with fruits for you people. I think you should know I’m not fully educated in the world of AOT. This is supposed to be post-war Levi so apologies if everything is wrong or something. The reader is kinda something I came up with a long time ago cause I’m such a creative person…it’s stupid but you're a titan shifter in a way however yours is a wolf form..please don’t ask it just fits in with your character in this but u are a female my readers tend to be confident and dorky especially when I do one for Levi. You're taller. And yea please enjoy)

You sighed and cut your hair in the bathroom of your shared room. It was late and you tried to keep it quiet for Levi so he could rest but your dumbass made the cup Levi kept for his daily pills fall “ah shit.” You put the cup back on the counter and your eyes saw that pale face in the mirror peaking in the doorway “your home late.” You heard Levi softly say his face emotionless, his good eye looked at you and you could see a little red. “Levi..have you been crying-“Before you could finish Levi’s eyes gazed upon you looking into your eyes that showed nothing but concern, his eyes glossy, that milky white eye shining like a Pearl. “Do you…think I’m ugly?” You almost thought he was joking but those eyes spoke millions of words in just one moment. “Of course not my love. Why would you ask such a thing?” Levi winced in pain, his body was sore “You pushed yourself hard at recovery therapy again?” Levi shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck groaning his eyes closed tight. “No…I was observing the new one's training and I-…” he looked down “went to go workout to see if I could even stay fit and guess I just hurt myself in the middle of kickboxing.” You crossed your arms “Levi you can’t put pressure on your body! You still have a long way off-“ “Of what?!” He snapped his eyes snapped to you piercing you and making you close your mouth like a force “That ‘therapy’ makes me feel like a fucking vegetable I feel shitty always standing to the side trying to instruct inexperienced fighters to fight without fucking being able to show them how by doing it” he cursed as he grabbed his hair in his fist’s breathing heavy panicking and you felt your heart sting your poor baby you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel you gently but firmly grabbed both of his wrists “breathe baby…let go. It’s okay to be upset but don’t hurt yourself okay? Easy…” your voice was gentle barely a whisper Levi had these attacks a lot now you could only form that they came cause of his fears of not being able to live like normal people or do things but Levi was just naturally anxious his grip on his hair stayed but your fingers slithered their way on top of his hands from his wrists which from the cold of your hands made his grip loosen “come on baby.” Levi let go of his hair pulling away from you almost as if he was embarrassed. “Come on…let’s-…go to the mess hall kitchen. I know they're a cup of tea that’ll love to accompany your belly~” you said in a sweet tone. Levi stayed silent, his face was his resting bitch face and he just made way for you to leave the bathroom with “your hair.” You heard Levi say behind you his fingers reaching to graze the undone section “Oh-…hm who knows maybe I’ll leave it just trimmed on one side. Kinda sexy.” You chuckled as you stepped out the room door Levi was close behind but silence ‘Not even gonna make insults to my stupidity…that bad huh?’ You thought as you and Levi walked through the dark halls lit by the moon “About the…ugly thing why ask me about that?” You looked down as you walked, him to your side, his hands resting at his sides, making his steps almost hauntingly silent compared to your combat boots leaving your heavy impression on the wood panel floors. It was super crazy to you how you and Levi got together. You two were the opposite. “I…was eavesdropping on a conversation during training. So maybe I shouldn’t have taken it to heart knowing it was my bad and they were new so I-“ “Levi.” Your voice called out to him your arm holding open the door to the mess hall for him, Levi walked in “Thank you. But they-…”

——Earlier——

Levi sighed in relief as one of the recruits finally got the takedown almost flawlessly “Good. We can work more on your confidence later. Till then- Chores!” Levi yelled to the other groups some nodded and some groaned and complained and Levi just blew a laugh through his nose as he headed to the horse stables almost turning into the doors till he heard a familiar name…yours “I mean…she’s amazing and so strong. But…Levi, he’s the total opposite” Two girls were cleaning the pens for both Levi and your horse so he sees why the topic of conversation could turn to you two but Levi didn’t care much he could give two shits about what the gossip was in your relationship cause it was yours and not anybody else’s he was gonna step in to interrupt their conversation with a smart remark but then “I mean it's sad she has to wake up to that sight” Levi’s feet halted, his eyes went from an unbothered look to a look of terror ‘The hell?! The fuck do they mean’ Levi struggled in his head debating whether to confront or listen “I mean…those scars, his hand…or that eye…it’s almost like a dying cow” said the girl wiping her forehead “he’s hideous and just how can he satisfy her needs or we'll give her a family” Levi swallowed the spit hoping to push the lump in his throat he took a step back disappearing.

——now And I don't know…it's just been lingering in my mind.” The world was silent except for the piping and creaky wooden structures of the building. Levi looked up through his hair seeing you glare at the tea kettle, your jaw was clenched and your breathing uneven but not loud almost like you wanted blood. “ Y/n…they were girls just gossip I shouldn't get so worked up” Levi walked up to you, his hand sliding up your arm now you needed to be comforted…no, You needed to be calmed. “love?” he whispered now fully in front of you looking up at you his hand caressing your face you simply leaned into his hand sighing softly Levi jumped from the feeling of your hand caressing his back then his… other hands the one Levi was worried about when it came to you but you gently took it putting it on your chest giving Levi a look before bringing it up for a kiss it was a conversation without words the sound of your lips on his skin the sensation communicated Love. “I'm sorry they said those things. They'll regret it.” Levi sighed “No need to do that my love let us just head to bed after the tea is done” he pleaded hoping you'd come to your senses but your eyes were dark staring into nothing like you were looking through him.

Levi smiled as the tea soothed and warmed him. You made it exactly how he liked it…you remembered, holding it gently as you both made it up to your room that was until you stopped “What is it?” Levi could read you like a book feeling your suspicious aura as he looked in your direction hearing faint giggling and whispers “Shhh be quiet they might hear us sneaking a drink!” Levi's eyes went wide and looked at you as the two girls turned the corner “That's them..” You shared a look with him before putting on a smile and stepping forward purposefully loudly crossing your arms and making the girls jump “Hello new gals! It's inappropriate to be out this hour. Sure do hope you both have a good explanation” The girls straightened up “Y/N! Captain Levi! We were just uh-..” the girl trailed off and her friend who you knew as Ava stepped forward “Some night food we got hungry." Ava said as she smiled at you “Hm…I see. Be on your way” You stepped to the side pulling Levi along though he was ready to confront the girls, lecturing him there was something in your grip that told him quietly as they walked in front of you both your voice was a cold stern tone “Wait a second.” The girls jumped and stopped turning to face you. Levi looked at you and your eyes were closed “I'm hoping you know me and Levi are together don't you?” you asked, “Yes of course!” Said Ava with a smile “So you know he means a lot to me if not the whole world? Yes?” the girls nodded sharing glances you opened your eyes your face pushing intimidation and rage

“So how do you think I should handle those with the balls to ever? Disrespect him after he has done so much for us?”

Levi looked at the girls who looked at Levi in terror “S-sir. Were so-” you stepped in front of Levi “You did not. Answer my question, but I know how you both can make it up to Levi” you walked between the girls as you placed a hand on their shoulders and whispered “kneel.” They shook and hesitated only a moment and kneeled “Good, now Bow your heads and apologize” You sneered at the girls and they apologized to Levi. You looked up at him “Satisfied? Or do they need a bit more of a push?” You raised a brow to Levi who shook his head “Enough. Both of you return to your rooms. y/n…stop it.” You sighed standing straight pulling the girls up by their shirts and smiling “See you gals at breakfast bye bye!!” You laughed pushing them off as they hurried on their own back around the corner. You smiled at Levi who glared at you and scoffed, his voice insulting your “childish behavior.” He turned and headed up the stairs towards your shared room struggling slightly but didn’t accept your help and you pouted. Levi stopped catching his breath, you sighed pushing yourself up behind him, arms wrapping around his stomach “I’m sorry babe, It wasn’t my place.” You massaged his hip making him hiss but relax in some sort of relief “I’m upset that you had to defend me…when I’m a grown man.” Levi played with your fingers, sighing tiredly “I should’ve called them out…instead, I asked if you thought I was ugly when I knew you’d say no'' You inhaled Levi's scent “When we get up there can we…” Levi whispered and avoided finishing the sentence but “Oh my Levi don't tell me my touch has got you excited~” you giggled before feeling the stinging pain of levis nail pinching a vein in your hand which your laughs turned into screams “Asshole you know what I meant!” Levi snarled you whimpered looking at the bruise on your hand as you both continued up the stairs “for a vegetable you're still like you…cruel.” you rubbed your booboo “but I know what you meant…we can finish that book. But I don’t know why you like me reading it.” You shrugged and you both made it to the door “Your voice…soothes me.” Levi said looking at his hand on the knob “helps me sleep…you know how little I get. Even worse when I feel sore…” he opened the door and you both walked in “But if you don’t want to read to me…that’s okay.” He rubbed his shoulders it was always chilly in your guy's room. Seeing Levi’s clothes tighten around him as he held himself made your face hot “did you know you have a banging hot bod?” You said Levi turned to you and glared “The hell?! Can you stop being such a shitty-ass therapist!!” You laughed as Levi threw the book at you and you caught it. You looked at Levi who had a small smile. Levi was always conscious about you and him and space when he wanted you to touch him, where, how, why. But since being together he’s been more open not having to ask and right now you were so close “You’re so beautiful my Pearl…” you said looking down into Levi’s eyes your empty hand on his hips pulling him gently into you earning a rewarding sigh of approval from him “your not getting any tonight you know?” Levi said smiling at you “Awe dang well guess I’ll throw in the towel” you joked sharing a kiss with him “I love you” you said to him and he replied with an “Me too.” Which meant a lot Never have you seen a more beautiful painting of a man than the one in front of you

#fanfiction #writing #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #relationship #fanfic #x female reader #fluff #attack on titan

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Burnt Lamb

Summary: While helping Zedaph with one of his many experiments, Tango notices that his friend burnt himself with water and forced him to take a break for the burn to heal. Characters: ZedaphPlays, TangoTek Word Count: 1408 Note: This was originally written in 2022 and posted on Ao3

"Zed! You have to be more careful!" Tango's voice snapped Zedaph out of his thoughts. 

Zedaph blinked as he took off his outer layer of clothing, his lab coat. Sure, it wasn't ideal, having hot water splash on you, but it was just a little. A quick change and Zed could go back to his work in the lab.

Tango, who decided to come visit and assist with something while catching up with his old friend, seemed to think otherwise. His ears perked up at the sound of splashing, and his tail stiffened while he looked over at his friend in worry.

“Dude, calm down, it’s not that bad,” Zedaph let out a small laugh while Tango reached him. “Okay, okay, I’ll take this off too.”

Zedaph pulled his sweater off above his head and tossed it down on the ground with his lab coat. Tango leaned down a little to look at his shorter friend’s chest, checking out the place the water splashed on him. It was only a few spots on his chest, not one large spot, and the red stops were small.

The sheep hybrid huffed a little as he stepped away from the netherborn, getting a little annoyed by his friend’s pestering. His tail twitched a little, and he made a clicking sound by fitting his hooves against the ground.

“Tango, I’m fine. A quick change into dry clothes, and I’ll be back to work,” he said.

Tango shook his head, “Zed, you were splashed with not just hot water, with boiling water. Just let me put some ointment on it.”

Zedaph huffed but didn’t disagree while Tango went off to a side room where Zedaph left medical supplies. The smaller man sat down in a chair just outside his experiment room. Well, one of them. It seemed every room Zedaph built had some kind of experiment in it. It was surprising that he kept his bedroom away from science.

After a few minutes of silence and listening to Tango fumble around in the room beside him, Zedaph finally looked back down at where the water splashed him. He winced at the sight, realizing it was worse than he originally thought. The red burns were starting to blister and part of it was peeling.

Second degree, he noted. Maybe he should take a small break from science to allow this to heal. He knew that Tango wouldn’t allow him to continue the project when he saw this. It would have been worse, but it was bad enough that it could leave a scar.

The sheep hybrid jumped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Tango knelt down in front of him and looked at the burn. The netherborn grumbled under his breath, picking up a spray can.

“This is gonna sting,” Tango warned him and waited for his friend to nod before applying it.

Zedaph winced silently, tilting his head up a little to keep his hair out of the way. The other was surprisingly gentle with burns. Being part blaze, Tango never had to deal with any type of burn, but he had accidentally burnt people before so he knew how to deal with them fairly well.

The netherborn placed the can down and grabbed the ointment. He was only surprised that Zedaph had these in his medical cabinet as he seemed to be lacking a lot of other items. However, Zed did seem to get a lot of small injuries so the others didn't question it much. 

"You need to keep the ointment on it. The spray is a numbing spray so it helps too," Tango said after covering the burns generously. "You probably don't want to wear a shirt or do anything that will get you sweaty. The shirt will irritate it, and it needs to air out. And you want to keep it clean."

The blaze hybrid stood up, handing the medicine to his friend. "Now, that means take a break from your,,, riskier experiments. Science can wait until that is healed enough. At least until all the pain and blisters are gone. Do I make myself clear?" There was a hint of a threat in his tone. 

Zedaph could only nod. He was surprisingly calm during all of this. A second degree burn would normally have some kind of reaction to it. He just seemed to accept what had happened (and still was a little shocked as he didn't realize it that bad). 

"I need to get back home," Tango huffed. "I promised Bdubs and Keralis to help fix the redstone they messed up at one of the Pass 'N Gas." 

This caused Zedaph to let out a laugh. "Haha, have fun with that," he stated as Tango started heading towards the door. 

"I'll check up on you later, so you know. So don't think about being stupid," Tango warned. "If not me, I'll ask Impulse." With that, Tango was gone, and Zedaph was alone.

Zedaph remained seated for a while, trying to think of what he could do. While it pained him to think about it, Tango was right. He shouldn't do a lot of current experiments if he didn't want to risk the burn getting worse and possibly infected. 

Asking hermits to come over to test their brain was out of the options too. Zed couldn't wear a shirt without irritating the burn, and he rather not have his friends bombard him with questions on what happened, even if what happened wasn't exciting. He was just carrying a bucket of boiling water from one side of the room to the other, and he was splashed by said water. 

Well, he supposed a nap would do him good for now.

The next few days went back slow. Zedaph kept himself busy with simple house work that he's been meaning to do. Being busy with all his experiments, his living quarters has become,,, quite messy, and not really a decent, livable mess. 

He caught up on laundry, cleaned his dirty dishes, cleaned his shower and sink, and generally just picked up. Between these activities, Tango would message him to remind him to put the medicine on his burn. If not Tango, Impulse or sometimes Xisuma would message him. Zedaph just assumed that Tango told them so that if he forgot, someone else would remind him. 

By the second day, the blistering was down, and Zedaph was able to wear a shirt again. The peeling had also stopped. In the afternoon, he did a few light activities related to science, that be writing down on the clipboards that kept forgetting to do. 

On the third day, the sheep hybrid was starting to get irritated. His living quarters were clean. Everything was written down. His burn didn't hurt anymore(except when he showered, and the water hit it). He even checked his floating sheep and the villagers. There was simply nothing to do. 

“Zed, how are you doing?!” A voice called out from the front of his base.

Zedaph perked up at the sound of Tango’s voice, and he met him in the front room by the sheep. He was wearing lounge clothes, sweatpants and a loose shirt to not irritate the burn.

“There you are! I am bored out of my mind here!” He huffed out.

Tango laughed at the shorter man who was huffing while almost stomping his hooves against the ground. The netherborn patted the other between the horns to get him to calm down before pulling his hand away.

“Why don’t I look at that burn?” He asked.

With one last huff, Zedaph pulled his shirt up to reveal the healing burn. The blistering was down, and it was starting to scab over. It wasn’t as bad as Tango had originally thought, but he also caught it before it could get worse. It was also clear that Zed was doing a good job with keeping it clean and covered in the ointment, given its slick feeling.

“It looks fine,” the netherborn said. “I don’t see why you can’t continue your experiments for,,, science.” The last part was said in a playful, teasing tone.

The sheep hybrid huffed again and turned away, pulling his shirt back down. Tango laughed as the other stomped away.

“Where are you going?” He called out.

“If I’m going back to studying science, I need my lab coat,” Zedaph called back, leaving view.

Tango only laughed harder at his friend’s actions.

#wash fic #do not tag as ship #hermitblr #hermitcraft #tangotek #zedaph #zedaphplays #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitcraft s8 #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitcraft tango #hermitcraft zedaph #netherborn tango #fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft headcanon #headcanon #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt headcanons

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Mega NoCo post p.3

Here’s part 3 of the mega NoCo post

So now we go to world tour where most people say NoCo lacks however I personally disagree here’s why

While some may say that because Cody develops feelings for Gwen in this season it disqualifies it I don’t think so because the writers originally intended Gwen and Trent to stay together this implies in the universe the writers wanted that Cody would have never went after Gwen in world tour even if we ignore Gwent originally being kept in world tour we must accept the fact that Cody could very well be forcing himself to go after Gwen as even in the show it feels forced

Now between Noah and Cody more subliminal queer coding because as there names are announced they are put right next to each other Chris announces noah then Cody similarly announcing Duncan then Courtney

In the first episode they stand next to each other

Parallel with them standing right next to Lashawna and Harold at some point it becomes obvious the queer coding is quiet strong here in WT

Then in the same episode

All the couples stand next to each other Lashawna and Harold, Courtney and Duncan,Owen and Izzy even Alejandro and heather

And hey what do you know Cody and Noah as well right next to each other

Then while they are running they run next to eachother it leads up to this scene

Noah and Cody standing next to each other as Owen and Izzy do similar with one standing in front and one behind like a perfect parallel to Owen and Izzy

Then in the tunnels Noah seems to be in a rush? For what? Noah never really cares?

Is it possible he is trying to hurry up to catch up with Cody so they don’t get separated?

Then in a song LITERALLY called “lovin time”

Yup but I’m sure there no coding there whatsoever….

Not to long after this scene occurs

Where Noah defends Cody against Sierra yet he’s the only one to do so he’s says the famous “ooo stalkerlichous” line but it could be pointed out that he’s really being protective of Cody and even this is one of the 2 interactions Sierra and Noah have the only other one?

Where he yet again defends her with the “considering buying myself a life on Craigslist” line these two never have a positive interaction and seemingly Noah only ever criticizes her on the Cody thing.

Lindsay and Tyler sit next to each other and hey there joe what do ya know Noah and Cody to sit next to each other as well as Izzy sitting next to them which clearly provides some parallels and some friendship between Izzy and Noah which is always a plus

And it should be noted the scene where Owen claims Noah said and I quote about dj “he says your legs are really nice”

Now while it could be said this is a joke looking at this through queer coding shows a much different lens notice how they never explicitly say that this was a lie all Noah says in response is “yeah cause that’s exactly what I told him to say” almost confirming the fact that he said that this is a perfect example of queer coding making jokes about the character and yet again not confirming or denying the actions of them in a homosexual context

As well as this scene

Really guys? Of all characters they just so happened to pick Noah to be picked up by Alejandro in this episode? And look at the looks he’s giving him this is obvious queer coding that is being put in here to argue anything else at this point is strange

Then this famous scene

Well I wonder how he knows that …

Seriously this gives off the vibes of a couple teasing each other similar to what Duncan and Courtney have and I think there is queer coding there as well

Then this scene in the same episode

There’s no excuse here my man is looking up and down this is the face of a man checking someone out mind you Cody feels comfortable about venting to Noah which only adds

Now for being on separate teams they do have quite a bit of interactions even though eventually it does stop with of course Noah getting eliminated

We however do get some queer coding for Cody

Similar to what happened with Noah a character famous with the ladies seems to also get looks from these two males characters

Suspicious…

Noah however does go on to support Cody in the end and while most say this means that Noah support the lesser of the two other evils however with all this evidence it’s safe to say he was supporting Cody as a “friend”

But even in the end of the season

Yup right next to each other mind you Geoff and Bridgette also stand next to each other as do Gwen and Trent so parallels still exist

With all being said I think there’s a clear showing that the two at the very least are very very close friends and the evidence provided for the ship is more than enough in my opinion

But with one final scene even though it’s not direct they are seen right next to each other and in fact closer to him than Owen

(Also couples are next to couples and friends next to friends in yacht so the idea the writers put Cody here of all places really does a to the theory)

#noco #td noco #cody td #noah td #total drama

[blossom-adventures]

Tagging @hauntedadagium @seradyn and @savage-rhi thank you for the support you’ve all shown me while I’ve been working on this, I hope you all like what I have so far ❤️🖤

A Tall Glass of Red Wine

An Ardyn x Reader Fic

Ok… the prologue and chapter 1 are here, I apologise in advance if I get some of the tenses are mixed up, it’s my first proper attempt at a xReader fic so I’m still getting used to the phrasing (it’s especially difficult because I’m working on an OC story for Skyrim too and I find myself writing “her” and “she” instead of “you” sometimes) bear with me, I’m still getting used to it 😅

This fic isn’t going to be posted as consistent as my Skyrim fic, I’m not planning a schedule for posting this fic, once I have a chapter, I’ll share it

Reference of alcohol & poisoning

Prologue

King Regis Lucis Callum, of the Crown City of Insomnia rules over all of the vast kingdom of Lucis, or maybe not so vast now, Niflheim has taken control of nearly half of the kingdom. Regis, although he has a kingdom to rule, also has his duties as a father and as an Uncle, as the only 2 left of his household, he loves them dearly - in his own way. His household consists of his son Noctis - the chosen King of Light - and his niece, a young Captain in the Kingsglaive… You.

You came into your Uncle’s care after your father tried to put on the Ring of the Lucii, he wasn’t the chosen king after all, he wasn’t worthy of the Ring. With Noctis being heir to the throne of Lucis, you were expected to marry well and be a perfect wife to a high rank noble or a prince, however, you had shown such skill with a blade that your Uncle allowed you to train with the Kingsglaive. You flourished amount their ranks, climbing the ranks quickly until you became the youngest captain ever.

As you were of the Royal line your Uncle sent you off with the Marshal to collect your own set of Royal Arms. The pair of you traveled from each of the Royal Tombs to collect the power they held inside.

Once you and the Marshal returned you were sent out again within the week to lead your Glaives on a infiltration mission into Empire controlled lands.

“Stay safe,” King Regis said to you as you prepared to leave “and don’t use your Royal Arms in Niflheim controlled lands, if they found out who you were…”

“I know Uncle, I’ll be back soon, I’m sure” you gave him a warm smile, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze

“Y/N, come on, we need to go!” You look over your shoulder at one of the other Glaives, you look back at your Uncle and he forced a smile before letting you go, you walk down the steps of the Citadel and join your fellow Glaives. A simple infiltration mission, what could go wrong?

Chapter 1 - The Poisoned Glass

Working as a servant in the Niflheim Royal Palace wasn’t what you had ever wanted to do, Niflheim was the enemy, you belonged in the Crown City of Insomnia, but you, and so many others were prisoners of war, made to serve the Empire, and you thanked the Gods everyday that your identity had been kept quiet so far, no one seemed to know who you were.

Magitech guards kept watch on the servants in the Emperor’s palace, programmed to ensure that no Lucian in the employ of the Empire did anything to harm the people they now served, there had been attempts, you knew of at least 2 men who had disappeared over the last month, that knowledge alone was enough to keep you loyal, as much as you hated the idea.

Most days you worked as a maid; cleaning the palace, taking the belongings of visiting dignitaries to their guest rooms or - as it was tonight - serving drinks in one of the many ballrooms. The men and women who were guests of the Emperor were dressed to impress, the women wore incredibly tight looking dresses that you thought looked very uncomfortable, and the men wore their finest suits… all but one at least.

The Chancellor, despite his high rank, never wore fine suits… that wasn’t to say that his outfit was dull, far from it; his black leather, ankle length coat was always worn, as was his hat and red scarf, even in the height of summer, as it was tonight. You had heard people comment on it too, although you knew that none of them would say anything to him directly, the man was an intimidating figure.

He was leaning against the wall, looking out at the party from under the rim of his hat as you passed him

“Do you have red wine with you?” He caught your attention with a snap of his fingers as he spoke

“I’m afraid not, Chancellor Izunia” you say as you approach him “only champagne, I’m sorry”

“Pity… I suppose it will have to do” he took a glass from one of your silver serving trays and waved you away to continue your rounds of the ballroom, offering drinks to the other guests. Passing out glasses to another group of guests emptied your serving tray, so you tuck it under your arm and return to the kitchens to replenish your supply

“The Chancellor’s asking for red wine, do we have any?” Another servant asked as he asked as they followed you in

“That man drinks nothing but wine, can’t he last one night without it?” The older man who ran the kitchens scoffed as he walked off, he was a fellow Lucian, that much you knew, you didn’t tend to ask questions like that, it usually got people angry and upset when they spoke of their homes. He set the fresh bottle of red wine on the counter, the young man who had asked for it pulled out the cork and poured a glass. You were collecting your fresh champagne flutes when you saw him pour something else into the glass, a fine white powder.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as he stirred the powder until it had completely dissolved

“With the Chancellor gone, then it just leaves the Emperor”

“And the whole of Niflheim’s army, are you insane!”

“Don’t you want to go home?” The young man looked at you, he looked desperate

“Of course I do… but poisoning the Chancellor is not the way to do it” you try to reach for the glass but he pulled it away from your reach and left the kitchen, you went to follow him but the older man caught your arm

“Don’t bother dear, let this be on him, alone”

“But what about the Chancellor?” You ask, the older man let out a sigh

“You have too much heart, dear, you won’t do well here if you care as much as you do” he nodded to your tray of champagne “you best get going with that, don’t want the high and mighty of Niflheim going too long without their alcohol now do we.”

Back in the ballroom, you can’t help but look over at the Chancellor, he was still leaning against the wall, looking down at his wine glass, swirling the liquid, but not drinking it, as you make your way around the hall, he catches your attention again, and waves you over.

“Is… there something wrong Sir?”

“The servant who brought me this, did he open the bottle and pour it?” You swallow your nerves that had risen to the surface

“Yes, Sir��� he looked up from you and you followed his gaze, the young man was standing at the far corner of the room

“Well then, I know what he’s done… and I want him to know that what he’s done will result in someone dying”

“Sir?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, he took your empty trays off you and handed the glass of wine, he kept his hand clasped tightly around yours, and looked at you, you could see a look in his eye that made your stomach turn

“Drink it” your eyes widen and you tried to take a step back from him, but he catches your wrist and held it tightly “you will do as I say, drink it”

“Sir, I…”

“Drink it” he repeated again, you quickly look over your shoulder, the servant responsible to this was still watching “I don’t want to have to force you” you look back at the Chancellor, then down to his hands, one holding your wrist tightly, to the point it started to hurt, and the other holding your hand and the glass he had given you, you couldn’t drop it, or even throw it at him, he was giving you no choice.

Why did I come over here, why did I feel the need to ask him anything? I’m going to die because I care too much, I’m so stupid

“I’m waiting…” the Chancellor hummed

“Fine” you manage to choke out, his lips twitched into a brief smile before you lifted the glass to your lips

“That’s it, drink up” even though he spoke in a whisper, you could hear a hit of amusement or joy in his voice, he still held the glass and your hand as you tipped the rich red wine into your mouth. It had been months since you had drunk anything so expensive and rich in flavour, it was a pleasant flavour, you thought at first that there might have been nothing wrong with it at all, but then whatever your fellow servant had put it the wine hit your system, you let out a gasp as the Chancellor let go of you, freeing your hands to clasp your throat.

You heard someone shout, a mans voice from what you could tell, but your focus was on yourself, the poison surged around your body, causing your throat to constrict and your legs to give way from under you. You felt strong arms catch you though, they lowered you to the floor.

“It’s alright” the Chancellor’s voice spoke calmly in your ear, you could feel his breath against your neck, as he spoke, your vision was blurring, all you could see were shapes moving around you “try to take deep breaths… it’s alright” you feel a hand close your eyes and brush some hair from your face as you slip unconscious.

#ardyn x reader #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ffxv #blossom writes

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 8 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 8. What is Real?

Steve kept finding himself seeking out Eddie with his eyes. It felt like part of him was sure Eddie was going to disappear if he couldn’t see him. The whole morning was surreal. He still didn’t quite believe it. Any minute he was going to wake up and it was all going to turn out to be a crazy dream.

He had powers, well at least one power. He wasn’t supposed to have powers. He was the tank as he’d heard Dustin refer to him on more than one occasion. As he had told numerous people since the final battle, he hit things, he did not do the psychic stuff. The more he thought about it, the more totally insane it seemed.

If the evidence wasn’t napping on his couch, he would be positive it was a post-Vecna delusion.

Robin was being supportive by not chewing him out for failing to mention anything that had been going on while he slept for the past three days, but he could tell she was exasperated with him. It wasn’t his fault he found the whole situation inconceivable so had assumed it was all a dream.

“You okay, Steve?” Joyce asked, perching on the coffee table and giving him a small supportive smile. “You look a little spacey.”

“Trying to make myself believe this is actually happening,” he admitted.

“Oh, honey,” Joyce said, reaching out and patting his arm beneath his blanket, “is it one step too far?”

He nodded.

“Seems like the Upside Down has to go bigger every time, doesn’t it,” she added. “Never thought I’d have a superpowered kid, let alone two. If you can think of any pointers for dealing with superpowered teenage tantrums, I’d be really grateful.”

He found himself smiling, despite his deeper thoughts.

“Hate to admit it, but I’m considering some teenage tantrums myself,” he told her.

“Maybe you should all head down to the quarry, see who can throw around the biggest rocks,” Joyce suggested with only a smile.

“Don’t even know if I can do that part,” he said. “Sounds like fun though. Damn, if only I’d been able to do things like that while I was still playing basketball.”

“That’s the spirit,” Joyce said, patting his arm again. “And in the same vein, have you noticed your stomach’s been growling for the last five minutes?”

To prove the point something of a loud protest came from his midriff.

“Now I do,” he replied.

He’d been so focused on everything in his head, he hadn’t even noticed he was hungry again.

“Mind if I take over your kitchen?” Joyce asked. “I think there are going to be more hungry people too very shortly.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t think,” Steve said, going to stand up, “I can put something together.”

Joyce stood before he could and put a hand on each of his shoulders so he couldn’t even shuck off his blanket.

“Steve, you’re still pale as a ghost,” she told him gently. “Let me handle lunch, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Mrs Byers,” Robin said, plopping herself down on the couch, “I’ll sit on him if I have to.”

“We’ve fought the apocalypse together, Robin, are you ever going to call me Joyce?” Joyce replied with a smile.

“Sorry, Joyce,” Robin said with a grin, “force of habit.”

“I can carry you, you know,” Steve said, giving Robin a look.

“Then I will just ask El to help,” Robin replied and when El gave him a beaming smile from across the room where she and Will were talking about something, he knew he was defeated.

“Okay,” he gave in. “Thank you, Joyce. If you need any help finding anything, just let me know.”

Joyce gave him a much bigger smile for that, before she headed off to investigate his kitchen.

He was pretty sure Robin was going to remind him about looking after himself first, when the doorbell rang three times in quick succession and then a banging on the door interrupted them. Steve shared a look with Robin.

“Dustin,” they concluded at the same time.

“Make sure he’s out of sight,” Hopper said apparently having not heard them and indicating Eddie, before heading towards the front door.

Steve carefully threw his blanket over Eddie’s sleeping form so that only a shock of his dark brown hair was visible.

“Is everything okay?” Dustin’s voice carried into the room as soon as Hopper opened the door. “Did you find Steve? Why is no one answering their walkies? Why are there so many people here? Is something wrong?”

Dustin hobbled into the room still talking.

“Everything’s fine,” Robin said, standing up. “As you can see, we found Steve.”

“Wait, how did you get here?” Steve asked as Dustin limped towards him.

“I rode my bike,” Dustin replied. “Where were you?”

“Your ankle is still healing,” Steve said, “you were told not to use your bike for another two weeks. Sit down.”

He stood and shepherded Dustin onto the opposite end of the couch to Eddie.

“It only hurts a bit,” Dustin said, “and if certain people kept their walkies in easy reach, I wouldn’t have had to cycle all the way here.”

“Dustin, we’ve been busy,” Robin told him in no uncertain terms.

“Henderson, you are excessively loud,” Eddie said at almost the exact same time, pushing down the extra blanket.

The look on Dustin’s face might have been comical had it not been for the way he whispered, “Eddie.”

Dustin looked at Steve with wide, dazed eyes. Steve nodded.

“It’s really him,” he said, because he knew just what kind of unreality Dustin was feeling.

“You can check if you like,” Eddie said, pushing off his own blanket and vaguely opening his arms.

That was all the encouragement Dustin needed, throwing himself into the offered hug.

“You bastard, you died,” Dustin cried into Eddie shoulder.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” Eddie replied, clinging onto Dustin just as hard as Dustin was clinging to him as far as Steve could tell.

He was never going to admit it, but Steve felt tears prickling the back of his eyes. Holding it together through everything else had been second nature, but the way Dustin was reacting made it very hard.

“Wait,” Dustin said pulling back. “But how? Did we leave you and you were alive?”

There was panic in Dustin’s tone.

“No, no, Dustin,” Eddie said very quickly, “you weren’t wrong, I died. Vecna brought me back to do his dirty work, but then you guys ended him, so I got my mind back.”

“But the gates are closed,” Dustin said, frowning. “How did you get through.”

Eddie looked up.

“Steve pulled me through a gate in his pool,” Eddie said, giving him a smile, “right after he used his level twenty cleric powers to put me back together.”

Steve wasn’t sure of the terminology, but he could guess, and Dustin definitely got it. The kid turned confused, red rimmed eyes towards him.

“Huh?” was an unusually ineloquent question from Dustin.

“Will and Steve have powers now,” El said, coming to stand beside him. “Steve seems to be very good at biokinesis. We have not yet had a chance to see what else he can do.”

“I can do this,” Will said in his incredibly cheerful tone, holding out his hand and moving the ashtray again.

“That is so cool,” Dustin said and then looked excited. “So the Void stuff with El, that was both of you, not her?”

“Kind of,” Will answered. “We think El called and we answered.”

Steve just shrugged because he claimed no understanding of any of it.

“We have not had a chance to find out what else both of them can do,” El said. “It should be fun to find out.”

Doing his very best not to show just how much that idea did not sound like fun to him, Steve gave a tight smile.

“How did you know Eddie was alive?” Dustin asked turning all his attention to Steve.

“I didn’t,” he admitted.

“He thought it was a dream,” Robin put in, her tone just a little snarky.

“I didn’t know I had powers,” Steve protested. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t just my subconscious?”

“It was the Void,” Nancy said unhelpfully.

“Which I had been to once and thought it was all El’s doing,” he defended himself. “How many times do I have to say it, I hit things with a bat, I do not do the psychic stuff. Am I the only one who thinks just about anyone else would be better at this than me?”

“Seemed pretty good at it to me,” Eddie said with a small smirk.

“Ugh,” he said, throwing his hands into the air, “I’m going to go and help Joyce with lunch.”

“She’s going to send you back,” Robin called after him, but he chose not to listen.

Joyce almost bodily ejected him, in a very polite way, five minutes later. At least Robin didn’t say ‘I told you so’.

He walked over and sat on the end of the couch he had vacated previously where Dustin was talking animatedly to Eddie, even though Steve was pretty sure Eddie was not really following. The way Eddie was blinking slowly and nodded at not quite the right times was kind of obvious. Keeping his eyes open seemed to be something of a struggle.

“Hey, Dustin,” Steve said, “how about we let Eddie go back to his nap. Rebirth is kind of hard on the body.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” Dustin apologised, so miracles did sometimes happen.

“No worries, Dusty-Bun,” Eddie replied, “just having a little trouble staying awake at the moment.”

“Want a proper bed?” Steve offered. “My Mom and Dad’s room is just through that door.”

He pointed down the hallway.

“Kind of like being with everyone,” Eddie said after a moment, a spark of vulnerability in his eyes.

“Just thinking of your back,” Steve replied, playing it off as a joke, “but whatever you want.”

“Your couch is spectacularly comfortable,” Eddie replied, “so my back is deliriously happy.”

The way Eddie was already curling back up and closing his eyes was kind of adorable, but Steve wasn’t dwelling on that.

“So how does this healing work?” Dustin asked with his scientific investigation face firmly in place.

“I don’t know,” he replied, because he really didn’t. “With Eddie I wanted to, so I did. I was using dream logic at the time.”

“Then how did you heal me?” Robin asked. “I know when Dustin woke us up for lunch that first morning, I felt better than I had since the last time I got a good night’s sleep.”

“Um,” was as far as he got, but he did think about it, even as Dustin swung his legs into his lap.

“Sorry, it’s aching,” Dustin apologised, “you don’t mind, do you? Elevating it is the only thing that works.”

“Fine,” he said in his best bitchy tone, not that he was really bothered.

At some point Dustin had taken his shoes off and his ankle did look swollen.

“Back to my question,” Robin distracted him.

“Well, I remember just drifting and I had this whole mental image of a fire that I was feeding,” he said as he thought about it. “I didn’t know I was doing anything.”

“I think you healed me as well,” El piped up.

“What?” was the best he could do to that.

“I have been thinking about it,” El explained, “and I believe when we were in the Void, you healed me before Will led us out. I sensed something at the time, but I did not realise what it was. Now I think it was you.”

“Really?” he asked as he brought up the memory.

El nodded.

“When Papa started to train us, he would teach us to trust our instincts first, before bringing everything to a conscious level,” El revealed. “It seems your instincts lead you to heal above all else.”

“Mom mode activated,” Dustin said.

“Thank you, Henderson,” Steve said, giving the kid the best glare he could manage considering how his thoughts were spinning.

“You have been protecting all the kids since at least 84, Harrington,” Hopper put in from where he seemed to have taken up sentry duty in an armchair.

“Maybe it’s inbuilt, my dude,” Argyle suggested with a bright smile.

The guy looked stoned again, but when he had time to smoke Steve couldn’t have guessed. Steve kind of wished he had the soft cushion of a good joint right about then too.

“If it is, I wish someone would explain it to my higher brain,” he said, “because it makes no sense to me.”

“You will learn, and it will,” El promised him with a smile. “I will teach you.”

Steve couldn’t quite decide if that was comforting or terrifying. The things El could do were kind of scary. She had taken out an interdimensional madman with the power of her mind after all.

“The three musketeers,” Will said with a grin.

“I am not taking up fencing again for anyone,” Steve said. “My mom thought that would be really cool when I was eight, and I sucked.”

“You did fencing?” Robin asked with glee in her voice, and he realised his mistake instantly.

“My mom saw the movie, the one with Michael York and Richard Chamberlain, and thought it would be a great idea,” he said in a tone he hoped would put an end to the matter. “I proved her wrong very quickly.”

“Sword fighting might have been really useful in the Upside Down,” Dustin mused.

“I don’t think a Demogorgon stops when the buzzer goes off,” Steve countered.

“Bet you looked adorable in your little white outfit,” Robin teased him.

“I destroyed all photographic evidence,” he said, giving her a cool stare.

“Ooh,” Robin said, “another thing to add to the list for when I finally meet your mother.”

Steve knew he shouldn’t rise to the bait, but this was Robin, so of course he had to. The conversation devolved into swapping jibes back and forth as everyone else in the room who was awake, watched them like a tennis match. El seemed to find it especially fascinating.

“Are you sure you two aren’t married?” Hopper asked eventually.

“Perfectly,” Robin said with a grin. “Platonic with a capital P.”

Steve actually felt a lot calmer after their little exchange. Not exactly calm, calm, but better than before. This was why he loved Robin. She knew what he needed, even when he didn’t and she was a little mad at him.

“Platonic love is so cool, brochachos,” Argyle said.

“I still think they should be dating,” Dustin said with his usual stubbornness.

“Do you want to suddenly be sitting on the floor?” Steve asked with a cold smile.

“I’m just saying…” Dustin said.

“Then stop,” he countered.

“How’s Suzie?” Nancy asked and Steve sent her a look of thanks. “Did you manage to get through to her when you got home?”

That gained Dustin’s attention like a hawk on prey. Steve took the opportunity to sit back, rest his head on the couch cushion and just relax now that the conversation was not about him. He might have tuned out for a while.

“Lunch is ready, come and get it,” Joyce’s voice dragged him out of his mindless listening.

“Did I hear there’s food?” Eddie asked, sounding vaguely awake.

“Yep,” Dustin said, dragging his legs off Steve’s and standing up. “Well that’s one theory proved,” Dustin said as he shifted from one foot to the other.

“What?” Steve asked as he stood up as well.

“Healing is definitely instinctive for you,” Dustin said, patting him on the arm. “You fixed my ankle right up. Thanks, dude.”

Steve was left standing there with his mouth open as Dustin strode towards the kitchen. It only then occurred to him he had been sitting there with his hand on Dustin’s leg the entire time.

“Dustin,” Nancy said in a chiding tone, “running experiments on people without their express permission is unethical.”

“It wouldn’t have had the right parameters if Steve had known,” Dustin defended himself.

“He’s supposed to be resting, Doofus,” Robin all but growled. Honestly, Steve had no idea how to react, especially when Will handed him a Kleenex.

End of Chapter 8

Chapter 9

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #platonic stobin #psychic stuff #steve harrington has powers

[imagineitdearies-old]

No the posts were definitely hating on fem luke and especially the reply one posted by the author of the not the boy cheating fic. Which you liked so don’t backtrack now.

Alright, so I'm off work now and went and reread the two posts you guys are referencing. This will be in response to all the anons in my ask box rn.

Idk about you, but I don’t have to think “wow I would write this myself, every word is like it came straight from my brain, it is now gospel to me” to hit the like button on a tumblr post as I scroll. I do it because I found it in someway interesting or relatable. I'm still getting used to ppl even noticing me on here, but I wasn't trying to tell fem!Luke writers they are inherently bad, that's not even what I got out of those posts--if I had, I would have just kept scrolling. I see now quite a few people found me doing that to be hateful though, so I'm happy I could explain my own opinion when someone wanted it. I, again, apologize for unintentionally hurting anyone; fictional characters mean a lot less to me than living breathing humans.

Rereading my tags, people may be mad I put "anti fem!Lucerys"? I usually add anti to things if they're talked about with any sort of critique, just bc I want people who have that tag filtered to not see anything approaching criticism on their dash. (I have anti alicent hightower filtered out, for instance, so it's annoying to me when people don't tag it properly). I like criticism/hot takes for most things lucemond but I know a lot of people don't.

Unlessss it's that I wrote fans who refuse any portrayal but fem!Luke being “weird (not good)"? I was being brief since it was just tags, but was referring to how many people have such a preference that they hate on everything that doesn’t fit their fem/bottom view of Luke. It's weird, it's not good. My fic somehow filtered out most of them by my first few chapters, so I got lucky, but that's always been concerning for me to see in other comment sections. DLDR, ya know?

As for the second post, the part that 'people should just go for Aemondxfem!oc more often' was a controversial statement I wholeheartedly agree with (not that it matters?? people can use the name Lucerys however it pleaseth them). But also I liked their last few paragraphs that reiterate what I’m telling you now—I’m not here to police anyone. I’m not here to force anyone to like what I like or be careful about the things I think are important, or vice versa. This fandom is soooo tropey and polarizing in every way and that's fascinating to me, and I do think some weirdly-prevalent tropes in this ship can contribute to stereotypes when they’re used en masse (honestly I have way more personal dislike for toxic abusive Aemond being romanticized, let's not even start)….but I’ll say it again, my opinion literally means nothing and at the end of the day I more care that people enjoy what they like. I would be a hypocrite otherwise.

You can be mad at me if you want. Your prerogative. But someone asked me to clarify, so I did, and people can make of it whatever they will and unfollow me etc etc if that will help. I'm just now noticing the lucemond tag is flooded with talk about this (and some fun fem!Luke recs)--it's definitely a bigger deal than I ever thought to make of it while doomscrolling last night, so my wisdom failed me there.

Shout out to those genuinely hurt by me--idk how many, but y'all are valid.

#speaking of black and white thinking #me liking a post at 2am = me lying if i say i didn't agree with every word of it? #a bit extreme #which i guess this fandom loves to be loool #but again to the ppl genuinely hurt ur valid #i didn't see the big initial post as anything but insightful critique with interesting points #some of which i disagreed with (specially the porn=fanfic part lol) #but it didn't seem like a hate post just a 'heavy food for thought' post #maybe bc i didn't identify as who they were critiquing tho #yall should do a big critique on bottom Aemond ppl for balance lol #i volunteer as tribute my fic is problematic as hellll rn

[kagayakuseiza]

MTAS Theory: Matilda is the Real Villian

Historical Disclaimer: As I am writing this, My Time at Sandrock is out in early release, and the last main story quest available at this point is saving the water tower. Therefore, I am theorizing about what will happen in future updates. If you are seeing this post later on and my theories have been proven or disproven, please don’t tell me immediately after the update comes out. I want to have the chance to play through and see it for myself.

Alright so, early on in MTAS, Matilda’s character seemed oddly suspicious to me. In part it was due to her essentially getting to have all of the power of the mayor of Sandrock in Trudy’s absence while we don’t even get to meet the actual mayor at all. Granted, someone had to fill in, but something just felt off about it. It is also clearly intentional that there is such a strong implication about Logan not really being the villain or at least that it more complicated than that.

So let’s talk about what we know about Logan. The supposed story is that his father Howlett was accidentally contaminated with something infectious in the ruins and then quarantined in the church, after which Logan bombed the church to get him out, resulting in Howlett’s accidental death. However, the investigation quests strongly imply that there is much more to the story than what we’ve been told. 

So if Howlett had an infectious disease and quarantine was necessary, why did Logan go as far as bombing the church to get him out? Perhaps there was something better that could have been done instead of keeping him confined to quarantine. The medical journal in his house leads me to think otherwise. (Going to put the “keep reading” cut here because the amount of screenshots I’m going to include will make this post very long to scroll past.)

It appears as though Logan was researching a disease--most likely the one his father had--and felt the need to contact another doctor about it. I suspect Mi-An’s conclusion that Fang wrote the unreadable prescription is off.

Apparently I didn’t screenshot Fang’s reaction (or lack thereof) to it, but anyway, Logan had obtained a prescription of some sort from a doctor. This leads me to what I suspect was Logan’s true motive in bombing the church: Logan obtained a cure to save his father from the contamination and had resorted to forcing his way into the church in order to give Howlett the cure. OR he needed to actually get his father out in order to take him to Dr. Allen Carter. But his plan went terribly wrong, of course...

Logan probably did think everything would be ok. He probably thought he would cure his father, and everything would go back to normal.

So now this is where Matilda starts to seem ultra shady (as does Miguel to a degree). If Logan had obtained a cure for Howlett, one would think that the church members would let him in to administer it if he just explained. Obviously, that’s not what happened. Perhaps he had already been denied access in order to administer the cure before the night of the incident, or otherwise was deeply distrustful of Matilda, but at any rate, he felt the need to have bombs in order to successfully get to his father. And now for the actual night of the incident, it’s still really unclear what actually happened. 

It’s interesting to me that Burgess, the most innocent seeming member of Sandrock’s church staff, can’t testify to much because he was apparently knocked out at the beginning. (IIRC, Pen corroborates this by stating he saw Burgess passed out on the ground, but apparently I failed to screenshot most of his dialog.) And in addition to that, we don’t know exactly how he got knocked out. One might hear the story for the first time and think that Logan and Haru knocked out Burgess in order to carry out their plan. Or... someone else knocked him out... perhaps in order to deliberately prevent him from letting Logan in or witnessing what was going to take place. Perhaps it was not truly for quarantine purposes that Howlett was being kept locked up, and they didn’t want anyone to know.

Now let’s finally talk about Matilda herself, starting with this:

Something that is just now occurring to me as I am writing this post is that the way she reacts to seeing the marked map could possibly indicate that she has seen it before. It’s not “oh, what’s this?” It’s a map with marks on it. Not inherently suspicious, unless you know either that a) it was found among a supposed villain’s belongings or b) that it pertained to a particular plan. But her response is not “what is this?” or “what are these marks?” but rather “Goodness, [player]! Now wherever did you find this?” Perhaps this wasn’t a plan made by Logan and Haru for the church bombing, but rather, it may have actually been her plan to poison Howlett and lock him in the church, which Logan later found. Yes, actually, this makes sense now that I’m actually thinking about this point, if Logan had discovered this plan, that would explain why he felt the need to prepare bombs for his attempt to free his father, and it would also explain why the plan had been crumpled and uncrumpled...

Aaaaanyway, back to the point I originally was intending to make about Matilda. As you question her, she indirectly dissuades the player from digging around for answers.

“Don’t go looking for answers on your own. Talk to me and let ME tell you what happened.” She says it in a way that portrays herself as open and willing to talk about the incident, but it feels off. I get the sense that she really wants you to stop snooping around. Yet she does it subtly, to try not to come off as suspicious.

And back to the previous point about the map as I go through the screenshots chronologically, more deflection, “this is totally Logan’s, he’s more dangerous than we thought.”

Again, she wants you to hear it from her instead of snooping around and drawing any conclusions other than the one she wants you to draw.

In her initial line of questioning before the map is shown, she does essentially the same thing.

In both lines of questioning, it’s clear that she doesn’t want you to get involved, while she also acts like she cares about you. (I feel like the fact that you gain a few relationship points with her after this exchange actually adds to this effect.) This is not uncommon in manipulation tactics. The deceiver will often try to gain the genuine trust of those they attempt to deceive, then use that misplaced trust in order to lead someone into believing what the manipulative person is telling them instead of drawing their own conclusions. She wants you to simply believe what she tells you about Logan instead of digging any deeper.

Now I want to point out that there is a small inconsistency in her story. (I’m jumping around a little at this point, but bear with me, here.) When you simply question here without showing her the photo, she says she came out after the explosion and acts like she doesn’t know much.

Her testimony after you show her the map contradicts this, saying that she and the other church staff members where outside.

So, which is it? Did the explosion happen, and then she came out (miraculously before the collapse), or was she already outside when bombs went off, with only Howlett in there to die? Not only do we still not have a full account of what happened, but also she can’t get her story straight. (Perhaps the panic of seeing the marked map sent her into “oh crap they found something, gotta cover!” mode...)

So if in fact she is hiding something about the incident, what exactly could that be? 

Perhaps Logan was right and Howlett actually wouldn’t have come into contact with Age of Corruption concoctions... at least, not on his own without someone else causing it. Perhaps he was intentionally poisoned.

But you may be wondering, what reason could Matilda have for wanting to kill Howlett? This brings me to something else found in Logan’s home.

The torn photo of Logan’s parents’ wedding must have some sort of significance here. I notice that Logan has the same hair color as his mother. I hadn’t thought much about Logan’s hair color prior to seeing this photo, but it would seem that white is his natural hair color, and it’s not white from aging, given that he is confirmed to be younger than Owen and seemingly gets his hair color from his mom.

So Logan’s mother left Sandrock shortly after the birth of her son. I also noticed that Matilda just so happens to also have white hair. I initially thought it was white from age, but perhaps it’s just her natural hair color also. Could it be possible that Matilda is actually Logan’s estranged mother or another relative from that side of the family?

Matilda’s in-game bio says “She took the initiative to apply to be stationed in Sandrock where she thought she could be the most useful.” We know that she chose to come to Sandrock, but perhaps it wasn’t in order to do good. Perhaps it was really to get revenge on her ex husband (or the ex husband of a relative) for whatever it was that made her decide to leave.

Also I kind of suspect that Miguel is also involved. Unlike Burgess, he was not knocked out for the incident, and he is very matter-of-fact about blaming Howlett for his own death and deciding to lock him up.

It seems like he and Matilda are working together while Burgess is in the dark. So that would set it up to have Burgess be the one to take over leadership of Sandrock’s chapter of the Church of the Light after these two are gone.

Anyway, this is of course all speculation, and I hope others are amused by all the things that have been going through my mind about all of this!

#My Time at Sandrock #MTAS #MTAS Matilda #MTAS Logan #MTAS Burgess #MTAS Miguel #MTAS theory

[mira--mira]

Now that you’ve mentioned it I’m kinda curious.

The kiddos obviously hate their counterparts for what they’ve done, but what about the other way around.

Obviously it’d hurt for future Hashirama to see a young version of himself so unburdened by what he’s had to go through but with that being said, would he defend himself.

Does he believe what he did was right,

he has too doesn’t he,

how else could he live with his choice to kill Madara if it wasn’t the only way.

Right?

I’m just honestly kinda curious as to your take on post-valley of the end Hashirama.

Cuz like, he murdered the love of his life, his gift from the heavens.

How does he live with that, and justify that to himself

Do you think he ever resented the village, it was his dream and everything he had ever wanted, but it had also destroyed the man he loved.

Not to mention having to go out everyday and be the all smiling ever cheerful leader the people expect from him.

I mean, yikes

Kind of the living embodiment of “dying is easy, living is harder”

Same goes for Madara, obviously future Madara is dead.

Cuz I never got the vibe that Madara was angry at Hashirama, only resigned and disappointed in what he had become.

To meet a younger self that had yet to experience Izuna’s death

To see a version of him with hope for the future and trust in Hashirama.

He’d probably do to young Madara what he did to Obito huh.

Hehe now you're putting the pieces together, anon 😉

I think Hashirama after VotE was a depressed mess, and deeply angry and resentful, at Madara, at himself, and at the village. I don't think he ever grieved properly, I think he buried it more than anything, but the children of the village did give him hope. Honestly, I think they were the only thing that kept him going for as long as he did (and thus his line to Madara about entrusting their dream to future generations).

Which makes edo Hashirama facing off against terror Hahsirama very interesting to me. Kiddo hates him, no questions asked esp bc of how much/little he knows now. At this point no one has told him about the river confrontation (bc everyone who knows is dead) so Hashirama is still operating on, he and Madara never separated and he still killed him.

Edo Hashirama won't be around long enough for all of the above to come out, but it will be suggested and hinted and certain other characters are going to mention it. What brief time he and the terror have together won't be pleasant for either of them, and yes some part of edo Hashirama resents his younger counterpart even as he's glad that he hasn't had to kill Madara.

As for edo Madara, they won't be meeting at the end of the chunin arc (my god can you imagine the chaos?), but 100% he would treat the terror as he did Obito. I don't think he'd hate kiddo Madara, but he would try and manipulate him/convince him to join forces and all around have a complicated relationship with him. Terror Madara, however, would be in the same boat as Hashirama and want to murder him on sight, given what he knows/doesn't know.

All in all this situation is a lot of fun and can only be possible in specific instances so I'm going to enjoy myself immensely!

#naruto #asks #anon #out of time #madara uchiha #hashirama senju

[duraxxor]

Finale? Or Perhaps See you Later

I’d like to take the time to apologize for a lack of content or communication. So to make amends for all of this, I will be making this post. Who knows, I may delete this later and things may change. As of now, however, it’s time I came clean about how I feel. I’ve kept a few writing things on pause between @jacobdcheshyre , @xvampireslullabyx​ , and a couple others for quite a bit. At first, I thought it was just because I would get busy and I’d be unable to reply because of the lack of ability to think. However, over time I’ve come to realize... it’s more than just simple lack of. 

I was already struggling to write due to the decline of World of Warcraft’s failure to deliver for Shadowlands as it was because I watched as others gave up on the storyline. I’m not blaming those people that took a back seat at all because I too did such. I didn’t play World of Warcraft for a year and a half. Recently, I returned to my roots of playing Wrath Classic and I felt this nostalgia that I expected. It felt like I went back in time before I was a writer of any variety whatsoever. My mind would reflect back to Duraxxor himself, how the story began back in Mists of Pandaria where I created one of the coolest things I had ever played with:  An elven vampire known as the San’layn. At the time, I was judged from both fronts by those that decreed it god-modding and against lore because there was literally no proof they still existed and the Twilight comments... Oh man I remember them well. Look where we are now? I’ve never been so proud to see so many people love these vampires just as much as I have. 

Another thing I’d like to put on the table is that back in July, someone I considered a dear friend and I completely parted ways without so much as a conversation as to why it happened. All I know is that we both made mistakes that I felt could’ve been communicated but the damage is done. Nothing I can do about it. 8 years of on and off friendship out the door and I have to let that go. I’m not going to give names because I would rather those people live in peace than be harassed by anything connected to me. It’s another phase in the wonderous thing known as life. We watch people come and go, willingly or not, and it’s just a cruelty in itself. Let’s not ramble to much on that though, shall we? There’s a point to be made here I’m sure you’d like to hear. 

I believe after much consideration that I may not to take a backseat on writing. There’s this gnawing feeling I feel whenever I try to conjure up some form of writing. I don’t enjoy it as much as I use to. And that’s no one’s fault at all. That’s all me. ALL ME. Events and things that keep plaguing my mind and the enjoyment of writing certain things just isn’t there for me anymore right now. It almost feels like a hassle just to try and keep up with the times. Not to say I don’t joy the interaction with the people but there’s just this... I don’t know? Nagging? Gnawing? Prodding? It’s almost like I’m chasing something that I can never get back. A desire to write but an inability to put it on paper the way I want to or need to. Almost like I have to force reaction from my characters. It saddens me more than anything really. There’s even things of the past that have haunted my mind once they were pointed out by someone that I hadn’t wrote with in years. And right now, I’m absolutely stressing myself out over it. I want to have fun with it but I look at my hands right now as I try to type this and I go:  “ What the hell is wrong with me? “ I know I may lose more followers of this but... it was never about the followers, it was always about having fun and enjoying sharing my experiences in this grand scene that taught me so much about my language. I feel like sometimes I’m a completely different person when I write. So I want to thank every single one of you for that. 

I won’t say this is the finale, but more of a ‘See you later’. If you have a Twitter or Discord, look me up sometime so we can chit chat. I want to keep my friends without feeling like I have to keep an obligation to always writing. I want to feel more than just my character. I want to get to know the people that forged these wonderful avatars and characters. The artistic abilities and fluid language that follows. Who knows what may happen? I may even be able to come to some sort of a conclusion?

Thank you all, you know who you are but you are all special!

#ooc #definitely not the end #hit me up

[modern-inheritance]

Vivid dreams about the future Eragon tv show

I had extremely vivid long dreams last night but the thing is it was me having vivid dreams, waking up in them, writing a tumblr post about what the dream was, realizing the dream was a vivid dream, then going back to sleep in the dream to dream more of the vivid dream I had dreamed within the dream and I…I don’t know what’s real anymore.

The dream inside the dream was that a trailer for the Disney+ Eragon show came out and it was bad. And then woke up to take my dog out but made sure I was holding her collar because I felt like my roommate’s cats had escaped and one of them had, so I scooped him up (it was Jack, which should have tipped me off because Jack HATES being picked up) and put him in a dog crate and put Gabe in a dog crate too because they kept getting out.

I guess I sat down in front of a tv at a combination of Nancy’s house (much older friend. I only say her house because her husband/partner was there) and Mama Cathy’s house and the new Eragon show was on the tv.

And oh man it was BAD. Like it was weird as all hell and BAD. Half the time elves didn’t have pointed ears, which I later griped to Mama about because I said it was something we hated in the movie. Eragon looked like a brown haired but less strong jawed Ed Spellers or however his name was, Islanzadi was bald for some reason? Like got her head reshaved in the dream? Durza had some dope tattoos on his face Ngl. 

Speaking of faces that was some pandemic in the elves where the first born male of the houses got sick and would die and for some reason we learned this by an elf in a crowd protesting another elf’s imprisonment at Gil’ead got shot in the chest with an arrow and  Arya and Faolin and/or Glenwing saw a message on the arrow that they had killed him twice now, which caused some confusion but when they peeled his hood away from the side of his face there were like...teeth and an extra lipless mouth in his cheek that he apparently had not been aware of and freaked out about. Which was apparently some part of the disease? It was all very Doomsday (2008 movie) and had elements of the tv show version of The Last Ship I think.

Anyway, I think there was some plot with like...a serial killer? Eragon didn’t find Saphira’s egg, he found a...large duck plushie? sorta thing? maybe? And oh there were these murders and wait, American Dad! made its way into this one so I won’t go into it. There was a snackbar subplot here too, but it was I think when I was ‘awake’ in the dream. I wanted to buy some Sour Patch Kids, Spree and something else, but the person didn’t understand me and tried to charge me for 73 margaritas that someone else had ordered. I flipped out, the other person paid for their stuff, but then they were packing up the snackbar and I forced them to let me buy the candy. Three packs of candy that totaled $15, which honestly would not have tipped me off to vivid dreaming because that’s like...marching band competition/movie theatre prices and I thought I was at some sort of band competition. 

ANYWAY, back to the Eragon stuff. I kept thinking that the new show was out, so I wrote a long tumblr post about it complaining about everything, pointing out how at the stuff that they gave us for the show made the movie look good in comparison because it actually followed some semblance of the book’s plot. 

Then I realized that I must have been vivid dreaming, so, I added that at the end of the post so that people wouldn’t think I got early access or something, and went about my business. Still saw parts of the show and kept reminding myself that I was vivid dreaming it, but would still add to the post. 

Well I eventually fully woke up and realized ALL of that was a vivid dream. I had a vivid dream about vivid dreaming within my vivid dream. Multiple iterations. Which somehow combined everything I had interacted with or talked about the previous day: I talked to both Nancy and Cathy via text, I’m currently catsitting for my roommate and terrified they’re gonna get out because they know how to open the inner door, I watched American Dad! yesterday, I listened to a few serial killer vids from Lazy Masquerade last night, I saw sour candies in the cupboard but refrained from eating them, I read the wikipedia plot summary for The Last Ship, Islanzadi’s shaved head was probably referencing all the commercials for the new Black Panther movie, etc. And the whole Eragon thing tying it together is probably because I spent yesterday collecting all my copies of the Eragon games. 

So yeah. 

The problem now though is that I think I got up in real life and took my morning meds when my alarm first went off, and then went back to sleep. But uh...I have no idea what the hell to trust. Fun times.

#adventures of ket #eragon tv show #ket goes crazy

[alltimefail-sims]

More Alexander Goth hcs please 🤲

This has been in my inbox for a few days because I kept thinking of new things to add, but I’m cutting myself off! Some of these are fun, some are serious, some are really long... but because you asked for it dear anon, here are some *drumroll*

Alexander Goth HCs:

He has a lot of tattoo ideas, but is a self-proclaimed "needle weenie," so he’s not sure if he’ll ever actually get one.

He is a surprisingly good dancer, but he never dances seriously in front of other people. Every now and again, Cheryl will beg him to learn Tik-Tok dances with her. He always ends up giving in, so long as she doesn’t post the videos. (She posts the videos anyway lol.)

He is always offering his friends food. Coming over his house to hang out? Here’s some food. You’re skipping lunch? Not on his watch! Just not hungry? Well, let me put out some cheese and fruit anyway...just in case! It’s something instinctual - he does it without thinking. (I would consider this a love language of sorts.)

Alexander does not sleep very well - the boy is operating on 2-3 hours of sleep (or less) on any given day.

Aside from his many fish, Alexander is the family guard dog’s chosen “person.” Even though he bickers with their dog quite often, somehow the dog is still closest with Alexander. Alexander named him Cerberus; a nod to the three headed dog that guards the underworld. (5 year old Alexander thought this was very clever).

He carries around a (well-loved) copy of his favorite childhood book everywhere he goes. Whenever he feels anxious, sad, or even just bored, he’ll reach into his bag or guitar case and reread his favorite parts.

Even though he’s a musician, he actually ends up getting a degree in physics. He’s really interested in archeology and geology as well! Basically, he thinks the universe is endlessly fascinating.

His favorite color is yellow, much to most people’s surprise!

Alexander, like his sister, can be a bit melancholy - but he’s always been so sweet. Because of his shy and insecure nature, he had a hard time making friends when he was little. He is also quite a worrier - all the adults said he was “old and wise in spirit.” In my mind, I can just imagine Bella pinching his little toddler cheeks and telling him not to carry the world’s troubles on his shoulders. I also can imagine that the stories of Winnie the Pooh had an impact on him as a child, and he was the kind of toddler to spill something or trip or forget to tie his shoes and he’d just be like, “Oh dear, oh bother...”

His neighbor and friend, Olivia Kim-Lewis, calls him “X.”

Alexander didn’t actually move into the attic until he was about 11. One of the largest factors for relocating was that he hated being forced to socialize/schmooze at his parent’s (many) parties - the attic was farthest away from the action as possible. Plus, he likes that he can climb out his window and sit on the roof whenever he wants to think, stargaze, or have some alone time.

His favorite food is arepas con queso because they’re comforting to him. This was one of the first dishes he learned to make on his own, and he loves to eat them with barbacoa/carnitas/or even eggs sometimes (with breakfast).

That being said, anything that reminds Alexander of his family or his childhood is going to be meaningful to him. He is highly sentimental and values quality time with the people he loves.

Alexander hates coffee. Absolutely haaaaaates it.

He does not like scary movies, he does not like haunted houses, he does not like being scared (he’s very easy to frighten lol)!! His big sister definitely took advantage of this information while they lived under the same roof...😂

He definitely enjoys comics and ”nerdy” stuff, but isn’t super into the whole Disney-Marvel-cash-cow movie industry mumbo-jumbo. He does like Vision, however. But he’d much rather binge a tv series or listen to music than sit through a whole movie.

OKAY, I’m done for now! If you are also an Alexander Goth stan, dear anon, please feel free to come off anon so we can love our pixel child together.

Also, shameless plug: you can peep my Alexander Goth lookbook HERE.

Thank you for your ask! <3

#Alexander Goth #the Goth family #oc ask #atfs ask #ts4 #I'm always happy to talk about my favorite townie #and my favorite sims family

[ruminate88]

Finally dealing & processing Jake…

I’ve made a few post about him in the past, but I haven’t really reflected on him and dealt with what he put me through because it’s just too painful. First off, I wasn’t attracted to him at all, but he kept being pushy with me. He was trying to force a relationship with me and I didn’t want to date him, but I did like his personality sometimes. we did have a lot in common and he felt very familiar to me, but at some point, I started to realize that he can’t be trusted at all. He was very intimidating and very very controlling!!!!!!!!! I literally felt so much fear with him. I never once felt truly safe with him, so I don’t even know how I had real conversations with him at all.😳 Why did I ever send him pictures of myself? 😣

Jake exploited me!! Since I would not be in a relationship with him, he retaliated and uploaded all of my personal private pictures AND all of my private information on Twitter for everyone to see.💔💔💔 All the strangers over 900 strangers got to see my inappropriate private photos and I’ve been scarred from that. 🥺 I did not tell any family about it because I was so ashamed of myself. I’m not sure if I remember telling my husband about this or not. I’m not comfortable to do so.

I was Insanely addicted to porn back in my teenage years (I had hormones worse than any man) and I thought sex was love 💔💔💔 and as long as I was having “sex”, I was in love. without sex, I felt soooo empty and lonely like nobody cared about me or wanted anything to do with me… 😭 i’m sure that was fueling my toxic relationships!!! I used to think that I was so messed up in the head and that so much was wrong with me. that’s probably why I didn’t see anything wrong with Andrew mentally because I thought things were normal. 😣😣😣

Jake was always there though. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤔😳🥴Jake was always the one talking to me and telling me not to be depressed and telling me to be happy and have a good life and he always appeared as if he was a “supportive friend”, but then there was the other side of Jake that would upset me and yell at me and make me feel bad and then of course exploiting my pictures on Twitter and said that he posted them on his Facebook too. 😰😰😰I never saw it on his Facebook cuz I was too scared to look. I don’t know his family AND he lived in another state…… I didn’t want his family to see me that way 💀 that’s so embarrassing! however, I knew I had sent him those photos to begin with, so I took my accountability for the fact that I should’ve never took those photos 😓 so it wasn’t all just “Jake’s fault”. I’m the one that gave him the power to even have those pictures so I got what I deserved……

I talked with Jake off and on for at least 4/5 years before I blocked his number. He asked me to finally meet him in person but Jake NEVER FaceTimed me. He always had excuses why he couldn’t but always sent me “selfies”. I would Google the crap out of him!! I even accused him at one point for being a catfish and he got soooooo defensive and angry!!! Most of the stuff he said, matched up. I did image searches, name and phone number search, address search and social media searches. I’m pretty good with technology but still he could’ve been lying about so much!!!! (Manipulators be good at manipulating and lying) that’s just what they do 😔😔😔

I need to forgive Jake. Just because I was never “attracted” to him or felt “love for him”, I still want to find a soft spot in my heart for him!! Jake is just so creepy and scary 🫣 So when we were talking daily, if he got upset about stuff, he would say to me “I’m juggling knives right now… I’m so mad.” Like 😰😭 and I would text him back, “WHY? That’s so weird to me! I don’t like that!!!” He would always apologize but still….. creepy!!! I felt completely unsafe with him. I KNEW he wasn’t to be completely trusted but yet he was there every time I was “heartbroken” but after Andrew, Jake was like “I don’t wanna hear all about your younger college fling” ugh 😑 he said “you gotta get over him” which I KNEW Jake was mostly saying that becuase he was jealous. Why did he want to control me so badly???? Was Jake jealous of me??? Did Jake hate me so bad he wanted to have a relationship and dominate me?? Idk… weird. Jake would tell me I was beautiful like Andrew did and Jake would flirt with me a lot but I kept Jake at an arm’s distance. Of course, I was too ignorant back then about narcissism or emotional abuse. I knew nothing back then!! I trusted too easily 🥺😣 (not anymore I don’t even trust my own self most of the time now)

I tried through out the years to be nice to Jake and show him compassion… I mean, HE EXPLOITED MY PHOTOS!!! Most women would have never talked to him again but I tried so hard to get over it and to still be friendly. I just didn’t wanna hold judgment or a grudge but I didn’t understand it all. Plus when Cody ghosted me, I was sooooo numb I felt NOTHING for 5 months and talking to Jake was no big deal then cuz I felt nothing for Jake or myself or anyone. Not my own parents. I was a WRECK!! A walking zombie. I never felt again till I met Andrew and then I didn’t talk to Jake again till after Andrew!!! That’s how I KNOW Jake stalked me. Does he still stalk me??? 😣😑🫣😰😭🥺💔😓

I’ll never know the truth. I wouldn’t wanna ever face Jake but I would do my best to send forgiveness through someone else and hope Jake can work on himself but if not, stay clear away from me. ❤️‍🩹🙏🏻👍🏻

#emotional abuse #my story #unpacking #healingjourney #online relationships #heartbreak #self awareness #self healing #narcissistic abuse #narcissism #forgiveness #i forgive him #prayer for healing #pray for one another #healing journal #healing journey #healing from trauma #im sorry #i forgive me #real life #life lessons #life #life quotes #mistakes #emotions #emotional wounds #manipulation tactics #manipulation #Self awareness #healing

[swtki]

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?�� He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[oftenderweapons]

YOOOOO ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 that is all sending a big hug

YOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATEEEEE!!!!! Congrats, you have won Loyal Reader extra points, I have this commission you asked a century ago so yeah, happy bday sweets

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.8k

Genre: smut, basically pwp, mild angst

Rating: 18+ I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY MINOR CLICKING ON THAT “READ MORE”, ARE WE CLEAR?

Trigger warnings: swearing, hard domme!Vixen, brat!Vixen, hard sub!Joon, strip-tease!Vixen, bondage, vibrating cockring, dildo, overstimulation (male receiving), daddy kink, mention of gagging (with panties), mention of porn, voyeurism and exhibitionism, cumplay, suspension of powerplay. And Switch!Joon, i guess, too. Very unprotected activities USE CONDOMS!!! Don’t eat cum unless the other person/people can prove they’re clean.

“My hands, please. I’m sorry,” Namjoon whined, breathing through his mouth, his chest gluttonously naked, your lipstick marking it here and there. “Vixen, baby.”

“No.” You spoke it with a smile, gathering some saliva in your mouth, your head ten miles ahead of you, already planning what to do after you got up from your legs-spread-bent-over-ass-right-in-front-of-his-eyes position.

He had been whimpering since the moment you found out he wanted you to go cougar on him.

And he’d enjoyed being the prey for once — however, technically, even though you always let him take control, he knew he wasn’t preying on an innocent lamb. You were his vicious fox even when you submitted to him.

“Vixen.” It was cruel. Feet? Bound. Hands? Bound. Dick? Very fucking trapped in a very fucking vibrating cockring.

“Do you need my panties in your mouth to stay quiet?” You rolled your eyes at the fact that you had to swallow and change your plans because he couldn’t for the love of him keep his mouth shut.

“But I’m gonna cum.”

You kneeled on the floor and smiled. “Not my problem.”

He sobbed and threw his head back. “Come on. How fucking long has it been, three hours?”

“Based on my playlist, only six minutes.” You loosened his necktie — currently around your neck — and undid the first couple buttons on his shirt — which of course you were wearing rather sluttily. And that little plaid skirt? The one he always teased you about when he gave you assignments and tests?

He was regretting it now. A lot. It slipped down your legs so torturously as you stood, planting a foot between his parted legs.

He stared at it — at the Louboutins he had bought you after you spent one entire weekend oversexing him — and regretted them too.

You cocked an eyebrow and forced him to look at you. “Still thinking about that stripper?”

“Which one?”

You smirked. The answer was, after all, correct. “I don’t know if I should be happy you forgot or be worried about you seeing way too many of them.”

“It was just porn. Come on. You know I belong to you. Head to toe—” He shivered his glutes flexing a couple times before he growled and arched all the way, his orgasm spilling over his stomach and abdomen. “Fuck— Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vixen!”

“Language,” you chirped, slipping three fingers into his open mouth and pressing his tongue down, drool dripping out causing you to smirk and giggle. “Such a sorry mess.”

He hummed, his hips still swirling as he still tried to find some relief.

You took a step back, wiping your hand against your mouth, Namjoon whimpering as the vibrations didn’t stop. “Switch it off!”

“What? The music?” You tugged the necktie off you, eyes on him as you faked realisation. “Oh! You mean the lights!”

“Don’t you dare act all that smug. Don’t you—”

“Can’t hear you,” you spoke back, undoing the buttons slowly, shrugging off the shirt and turning around, dropping to the floor, grabbing your ass and squeezing it as you rotated your hips slowly, kneeling forward on your elbows, crawling forward until your arms adhered entirely to the floor, your back fully arched as your cheek met the floor.

“Touch yourself,” he growled darkly and needily.

“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?” You sneered as you turned around to look at him. He had recovered from his post-orgasmic blues and sensitivity and was well on his way to a second high.

So you stood up and turned to face him. The remote to the toy was safely strapped between your breasts, hooked on your bra. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Vixen.” He loved how flawless your evil plan was. You had designed it to make him livid. And it was unwillingly playing out to the T. Knowing you, he realised you had probably calculated him being obnoxiously talkative.

He tried his theory. “Come over here.”

You were entirely lost in the music, eyes closed, jamming to it almost naked in front of your tied up boyfriend. Well, fiance. “Or what?”

“You damn brat—”

“Are you gonna spank me, daddy?” you taunted him coquettishly. The laugh that followed had Namjoon considering whether he made the greatest mistake of his life by getting addicted to you.

“I swear, if I get my hands on you—” he said, his voice raspy.

“I’m wondering how that is going to happen…” you mused, still moving to the beat of the music, the swaying of your hips reminding him why he always let you ride him that much.

He shrugged and shook his head, a drip of precum reminding him he was definitely overestimating his liberties. “I won’t be tied up forever.”

“I can lock myself in the guestroom,” you reminded him.

“But you can’t stay locked in there forever,” he replied with a sadistic smirk.

One more shrug before you lowered the vibrations — he was enjoying the toy way too much. “Too bad you’re a workaholic and I’m alone most of the time I’m in here.”

He kept a straight face at the stimulation fading, but he was not as serene about the reminder. “I’ll work from home.”

“Don’t bother yourself for me.”

Your remark poisoned him. “Come over here, babylove. Please.”

You obeyed. Not without grabbing the dildo that had been mocking Namjoon from the very first second of your striptease. He knew you would fuck yourself with it and keep him salivating, watching.

You placed it between his legs and kneeled, untying his ankles. “Keep it still.”

“Please, Vixen.” He wouldn’t be able to stand that.

You shook your head. “Maybe you don’t get it yet, but you must do what I tell you.”

He followed your instructions and stayed quiet. He watched you drool all over the toy before you collected his sticky cum with your fingers. You observed your fingertips for a second, then drew the tip of the silicone cock.

“Miss.”

You looked at him. His eyes were darker, his face more relaxed, no scrunching or pouting or begging. “Yes, Joonie bear.”

“Are you going to lick that, miss?” He had given up. He had pushed you too far.

“What would you like me to lick, Joonie? The dildo? Your cum on my fingers?” Your voice was more gentle and calm this time, no mocking in sight.

“The cum.”

You didn’t think twice. You licked your fingers clean, then straddled Namjoon comfortably, holding the toy as you tried to insert it.

“Doesn’t it hurt, Miss?”

You smiled. This was the submissive you wanted from the start. “It feels just fine, Joonie bear.” He was drenched in sweat, and you had to push his hair off his face to look him in the eye properly. You kissed his jaw, eyes rolling shut as the toy — significantly smaller than Namjoon — slipped in effortlessly. “I'm sorry I was mean to you, love.”

“It's okay.” Seeing him from this up close, so tired and weak, softened you a little.

“I said bad things about your job. I didn't mean it.” You pressed your lips to his, and he whimpered into your mouth, moving the dildo as he shifted for relief. “Do you need me to slow down? Are you still into this, baby?”

“Yes, I'm feeling good, Miss. Please, use me.” He looked so broken. “Use me.” This time he was truly begging.

“Can I use the toy just once? I'll use you afterwards, I promise, darling.” You stretched to kiss his brow. “I promise.”

He nodded, speechless, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he smelled the way his cologne changed as it mixed with your perspiration. It was more opulent and decadent, it became more exotic and dark, almost sweet.

“I wanna put the vibrations on max so I can press your ring to my clit and cum like that.”

He stretched to your mouth. “Please, do it.” He licked your jaw, his arms twitching. He would have grabbed your ass if he were free. He would have helped you grind on him, on the toy, on whatever.

You changed the setting quickly, feeling Namjoon exhale against you, slowly, his breath so cool on your burning skin. “I'm gonna cum again. I'm not sure I can fuck you after that, if that's what you were thinking.”

“You can,” you reassured him. “I'll give you a pause and fuck your face in the meantime.”

He cackled. “That's what I meant by 'use me'”. He groaned once you grabbed his cock, fixing its angle so that the knob of the ring rested on your clit perfectly. “Are we still power playing?”

You shook your head. “We're back to us if you want to.”

He nodded. “I want to.” You both hummed as you started undulating a little on him. Your tummy stroked his sex, the ring took care of your clit, your front adhered to his as you abandoned your body on top of his. “It was fun. But extenuating. I miss my daddy.” You kissed his neck, nipping at it very lightly.

“Daddy's always here, Vixen. Always yours.” He recognised your approaching high. Maybe you would be faster than him and—

There. You were done. Your thighs tightened all of a sudden, your body tensed for maybe five seconds before it all came loose. “Joonie,” you whined out, relief washing over you as you found the utmost pleasure. “Daddy,” you called, Namjoon fighting against the manacles restricting his wrists.

“I'm here, baby. I just need my wrists free, baby fox.”

You stayed loose and lazy for half a second before switching off the toy. Namjoon sighed in relief, your body once more abandoned against his. “Baby fox, free my wrists, please.”

You did as you were told, your hands skillfully operating without you even looking.

“Good girl,” he rewarded you as you undid the first cuff. He stayed still until they both plopped onto the comfy pillow of the armchair. “Get off that toy, babylove. Now.”

You lifted high enough for him to remove the dildo from inside you.

“I told you I would destroy you once you'd free me. Am I correct?”

You looked up at him. And there it was, that little cocky grin. “You said you would spank me.”

“I did not. I let you believe it.”

You faked outrage as you unglued yourself from him and stared. “Unfair!”

He pulled you closer and slid inside you, almost impaling you. “Fuck!” you squeaked before he grabbed your face.

“What?”

“Fuck,” you spat out. “Me,” you added, a look of challenge in your face.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and next thing you knew, your back was pressed to the wall, his hot chest against yours. “Hold on tight.”

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[nopelleen]

Perish, Pretty Please (5/5)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rick Flag was known to be a pretty good leader, it was the reason why he had been chosen to lead a squad of infamously reckless and idiotic criminals, however it was a lot harder to maintain his authority when one member of the team despised his guts for seemingly no reason.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Rick Flag x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it took me so long, but it’s finally there -- the last part! I started this fanfiction knowing I had a tendency not to finish them and I’m honestly so proud right now, I hope you’ll enjoy this last part as much as I enjoyed writing all of this! (also please let’s all have a moment of silence to remember the moment my hopeful, foolish ass actually posted the first part with “1/2″ in the title)

“Nope, there’s something we gotta take care of first."

You watched with blatant bafflement as the three men nonchalantly walked away from the blazing truck that had been transporting them merely minutes ago. There was almost a bit of disappointment in your heart as you watched the plan you and Cleo had so meticulously orchestrated on your way here vanish into thin air. It was a shame – your rescue plan involved a lot more wow factor. Had you known the outcome of this small drawback, you wouldn’t have put so much effort into it; but how could you have guessed the three of them would find a way out of a van guarded by multiples soldiers all the while handcuffed and therefore supposedly incapacitated? That was absurd.

“Don’t look so surprised, it’s insulting.”

You shot Flag a tight lipped, mocking smile as a response to his friendly jab, clearly recognizing the words you had used against him in the afternoon. Your sardonic grimace poorly mirrored the playful smirk the colonel adorned as he walked towards the van, and you were surprised to feel your heart swell a bit when you noticed his smile spread into a genuine one as he walked past you, slightly shaking his head in amusement.

Without even questioning how they had gotten themselves out of that prickly situation, you whirled around and followed suit as Rick climbed back into the van, telling Milton the small change of plan. That one enthusiastically nodded before happily informing the squad that you’d reach the city by dawn, making you realize you had spent a good chunk of the night at that bar and yet did not feel that tired yet – which might just have been from the adrenaline released into your system at the sight of your three teammates walking out of a blazing vehicle.

“You sleep, I watch Thinker,” Nanaue suggested as he heavily lumbered towards the back of the van, where the hostage was surprisingly staying very still, wise enough not to attempt anything while sharing the same space as King Shark.

Your steps faltered as you entered the van, your gaze hesitatingly flickering towards the seats in the back which appeared way too crowded for your liking. You usually would’ve simply gone back to your seat at the front, but Rick was now occupying the one near the window, probably as a way to stay close to the driver.

With a reluctant sigh, you were about to follow King Shark towards the back when Rick casted a pointed look towards you before patting the seat beside him in case you did not understand.

Relief washed over you and you didn’t even need to give it a second thought before flopping onto the space beside him, glad not to have to settle for a spot anywhere near Peacemaker. Your muscles were stiff as you quite literally bounced onto the cushion, and as soon as your back did as much as graze the backrest, the entire day of walk, hours of dancing and minutes of worrying about Flag’s well-being caught up with you with a dizzying speed.

If earlier that day you had been able to fight off sleep vigorously, you now found yourself melting into the cushion of your seat as soon as you flopped onto it. At first, you remained steadfast, refusing to yield to your basic human needs as you forced yourself to sit up straight, but then there was a strong gravitational pull making you sway a bit on your seat as your head started lolling forward, and then another pull – Rick’s hand, this time – gently steering you back into your seat. Incapable of fending off the drowsiness any longer, you surrendered and finally allowed yourself to loosen up, feeling your head snugly land upon Rick’s shoulder as you drifted off into a soundless sleep.

-----

“Outburst, hey!”

“She’s sleeping.”

From his seat at the very back of the van, Peacemaker frowned as he craned his neck in an attempt to peer at your figure still slumped over Rick’s shoulder. “Well, wake her up,” he groused, tinges of annoyance seeping from his usually polished tone. “She’s… spewing her emotions all over the place. It’s reeking of sadness in there.”

◦◦◦

“It’s reeking in there; crack a window open, will you?”

Your finger harshly jabbed the switch, your gaze remained firmly fixed on the buildings passing by in a blur as the window lowered just a bit in an abrupt, choppy motion. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your mother shooting you a brief, curious look. You hadn’t uttered a word ever since you two had left the family reunion. You knew it hadn’t been a good idea to agree to come.

The car then lapsed into another uncomfortable silence. You were both acutely aware of the thick, sweltering acrimony flooding off of you and yet still refused to address it, instead letting you bask in it with your mouth clamped shut, letting it gnaw your insides until your lungs felt charred, incapable of drawing oxygen any longer.

Why had you agreed to this? You were an adult; you didn’t need to expose yourself to this anymore.

You bit the inside of your cheek and tried to breathe in deeply, only for your chest to constrict, becoming painfully hollow. Tears started brimming at the edges of your vision and you finally allowed your lips to part, letting a bated breath stumble out of them with urgency.

“I heard you earlier.”

◦◦◦

“I’m not waking her up,” Rick scowled in one curt sentence, already feeling a bit on edge and therefore not wanting to dwell on the matter.

Peacemaker’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper at Rick’s unwavering tone. He usually dealt easily with negotiation and compromises, he worked well under authority and was a suitable soldier because of it, but at the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to be patient – maybe because of how thick with tension the atmosphere had become because of you.

“We can feel her,” he insisted again, spitting the words out in an irritated hiss.

◦◦◦

“Honey, I can feel you, tone it down,” your mother complained as she kept her eyes on the road. Either your words went completely over her head, or she refused to acknowledge them, knowing that with the amount of resentment she could feel rolling off of you in waves, there was no way a discussion could lead to a good outcome at the moment. She was already having a hard time not letting the irritation get to her in spite of the smoldering atmosphere.

“I heard you talking to aunt Matty,” you reiterated. “You said it was my fault.”

“What was?”

“Dad leaving.”

The uttered words dropped like thunder in the car, leaving the air charged with electricity.

“I didn’t say that,” she rebutted with a bit of an acerbic tone. The tension was starting to get to her, slowly but steadily eating away at her mind in spite of her resolve. She could feel the resentment seeping into her like a foreign body infiltrating her immune system, but paradoxically, the angrier she got, the less willing she was to fight it off. “Don’t twist my words, you know I hate when you do that.”

◦◦◦

“I didn’t say she wasn’t allowed to sleep,” Peacemaker clarified, starting to sound a bit agitated as the tensed atmosphere got more and more on his nerves. “I’m simply saying she shouldn’t until we are.”

“She’s not hurting anyone.”

◦◦◦

“You said I was hurting him.”

“I said he was often on the wrong end of your temper. Listen, it’s—”

“Back off!”

◦◦◦

“Back off,” Rick sternly admonished him as soon as Peacemaker made a step towards the front of the bus, protectively wrapping an arm around your sleeping form. “She needs to rest. She got shot acting as a distraction so your team could make a smooth entrance, remember?” he reminded the man scornfully.

Peacemaker’s face remained calm in spite of the irritation coloring his eyes. His gaze briefly flickered from you to Flag, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

◦◦◦

“You know how you made him feel,” your mother uttered, efficiently putting an end to the exchange.

You remembered the times during which you were moody, when you came back home after having spent the entire day feeling everyone’s emotions around you, when your father did as much as try to talk to you about it, thus instantly setting you off. He was always the spark that ignited you. Whether he was inquiring about your day, or commenting on your behavior, or even just standing a bit too close to you… He’d end up angry, hurt, aggressive – whatever you were feeling at the moment, he’d always end up feeling it too.

Your mother was just wise enough to stay away.

But you also remembered the shouts in the kitchen, the jabs, the constant bickering between them. You remembered listening to it from the stairs and then being blamed for their bad tempers. You’d be blamed for the anger, the aggressiveness, the slaps that so often echoed through the house.

She was wise enough to stay away, and yet be close enough when she’d need an excuse.

“It wasn’t just me,” you whispered through gritted teeth.

“I never said it was.”

“It was you,” you spat out as you whipped your head towards her. “You made him miserable.”

Your eyes were completely focused on her face, her pursed lips and closed-off features, and never once did you notice the way her foot slowly started pressing further onto the accelerator.

◦◦◦

You woke up with a start and instantly casted a frantic gaze around you, expecting the usual blaring horns and shouts that followed this exchange. You were surprised to find yourself in a safe environment, all wrapped up in an unexpected warm, comforting atmosphere. Usually, the second you woke up, your instincts picked up on the foul aura of anguish you had unconsciously secreted into the air, and yet, here, you could feel nothing but utter peacefulness.

One of your eyebrows formed an elegant arch as you lowered your gaze to glimpse at the warm weight wrapped around you, only for your eyes to land on a familiar calloused hand hanging from your shoulder and almost grazing your cheek. You felt a faint smile tenderly pulling at the corners of your lips before even turning your head to confirm the identity of the owner of the arm wrapped around your shoulders, and when you turned your head to direct your gaze towards Flag’s sleeping face, you simply found yourself incapable to fight it off anymore.

Then, with a fond smile pulling at the corners of your lips, you snugly nestled you head back into his side and shut your eyes, this time knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t risk infuse the atmosphere with anything else than a blissful quietude.

◦◦◦

It was chaos. Utter chaos.

Your car was long abandoned a few feet away from you, fuming after having hit another vehicle in the middle of an intersection. The driver who had started fighting with you was now in a fully blown-out fist fight with another man who had merely tried to step in for you, and the more people got out of their cars to understand what was going on, the more people got trapped under your influence and started fighting, some going as far as purposefully ramming their vehicle into another’s.

Your voice was hoarse from shouting at the driver who had first attacked you and you were now trembling with anger as you watched an entire riot unfold before your very eyes, unconsciously fueling it with intense waves of rage that'd hit any innocent that'd happen to walk a bit to close to the scene.

Someone gripped your shoulder and you tried to jerk away from the touch, whirling your head towards the person with your teeth bared, ready to attack whoever was trying to get your attention.

“Honey, focus on me, alright? Focus on me.”

The voice was rough, the tone frenzied, and yet when the hands grasped your shoulders, it was with an unexpected gentleness. The fingers were quivering with restraint, barely managing not to dig into your skin in an attempt to snap you out of it.

This staggering tenderness startled you so much that it managed to take you out of your trance for a fleeting moment, allowing reason to take over as you fought back the instinctive urge to shove the hands away. With frantic, brimming eyes, you diverted your gaze towards your mother, desperate for a comforting point of focus to latch onto like a lifeline.

A sob threatened to crawl up your throat as soon as you met her eyes. There, in the midst of all the hardly concealed anger – a glint of affection, a vacillating spike of tenderness battling to emerge from under all that vibrating rage your mind was forcefully pushing into her. With a choked-up breath of relief, you instinctively stepped forward, latching onto that abiding twinkle of kindness in spite of all that surrounding violence like a lifeline.

Then, when there was an anticipated screeching of tires coming from your side, a glimpse of grey metal flashing out of the corner of your eye, and an oh-so-familiar harrowing feeling of dread seizing your insides, you kept your eyes unwaveringly locked into your mother’s, resolutely shutting out everything else around you. You bored your gaze into hers and let your mind soak in her warmth.

The car never came, the shouts quietened down, your surroundings slowed down until coming to a complete halt, time stalled and your dream mercifully stepped away from your memories to spare you.

You stood there for ages lost into your mother’s loving gaze, until – having strayed too far from reality – your subconscious lost all senses of what was and wasn’t at the time and let the scene morph into whatever your mind desired. Then, when the voice spoke up again, it wasn’t your mother standing before you anymore,  but a person you now trusted more than you ever thought you would.

“Don’t be scared of me.”

 -----

“We need to help these people.”

The words went completely over your head as you despairingly gaped at the glass in front of you, feeling cold to your bones.

You had gotten a bad feeling as soon as the elevator doors had cracked open.

There hadn’t even been time to make a step forward before you had gotten hit by the foul, repugnant thickness sullying the air with a strength that almost had you rearing your head back a bit. For a dizzying second, the vile and nauseating reek had left you standing there, blearily blinking as your senses had desperately struggled to accommodate to the repellent atmosphere. Yet, in spite of the tears brimming at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer despondency emanating from the place, you had been far from imagining the atrocity, the barbarism of the experiments that were taking place down here.

Despite your reluctance, you had been forced to follow the others as they had stalked out of the elevator, engaging into the dark and humid place with feeble, hesitant steps. As you had all crossed the small entrance leading to the laboratory, you had needed to fight your instincts that they had urgently pleaded you to simply whirl around and run back into the elevator.

Every breath you had taken weighed heavily on your tongue, the pungency sticking to the walls of your throat and poisoning your lungs. Every other second you had spent down there had simply felt like another year taken off your life, the wretched atmosphere slowly eating away at your brain like acid.

In spite of all of that, it had taken some time for the horror to truly dawn on you.

The despair had crept into your heart with every step you had made into the cellar, and then, when you had gotten to the center of it, you had felt for the very first time of your life an intense claustrophobia swarming your heart. Surrounded by a sea of decaying bodies all bound together by the same searing, devastating agony, the hostile basement had quickly gone from a gruesome laboratory to a deadly trap slowly closing in on you.

With nothing but wandering bodies all around you, you felt at the bottom of a pit of wretchedness, your head swelling with an intense, overwhelming pain. It was as though you were entrapped in the center of a microwave which was channeling thousands of screams directly towards your brain instead of radiations, however one of them was significantly stronger than the others and seemed to come from the wide glass wall right in front of you.

“Impossible, dear. They’re corpses below those stars.”

In spite of the searing agony flaring through your chest, your heartbeat seemed to slow down and settle onto a numbing, soporific pace as you unconsciously started stepping towards the wide glass, as though bewitched by the heart-wrenching wail you felt coming from whatever was hiding in that liquid.

With trembling, tentative fingers, you lifted your hand and slowly pressed your palm against the freezing glass, yearning to soothe the poor sufferer from their wrenching agony. The pain only seemed to intensify at the touch, the feeling of desolation gripping your insides as your ears started ringing, completely isolating you from the others. There was nothing else in that room but you and a desolated martyr screaming with thousand of voices right into your mind.

You watched with mournful, brimming eyes as the dark figure behind the glass started stirring until a single, colossal eye revealed itself in front of you, appearing emotionless to any common spectator and yet emitting an amount of woe that would’ve had you on your knees had you not gotten so used to sensing people’s emotions.

“Outburst?”

Rick’s voice rose up right behind you but still didn’t startle you, your eyes riveted onto the creature before you with rapt focus.

“It’s in pain,” you croaked out, the faint words scraping your dry throat like some sandpaper grating your vocal cords. “It’s in so much pain.” You shifted your fingers a bit, as if trying to press your hand closer to the glass, get closer to that strange creature, completely blind to the danger it represented. The tentacles, bumps and single eye did not matter – all you could see was the utter suffering it was in.

“Well,” the Thinker unabashedly butted in, “if I’m not mistaken regarding the purpose of your self-righteous egomaniacal mission – not for much longer.”

His words dawned on you with a dry clarity and had you shifting away from the glass in one brisk motion to whirl your head towards Rick. “We can’t kill it,” you asserted with an adamant, steadfast tone that did not match the slight waver in your voice.

“We have orders.”

Rick’s steadfast voice was way more convincing than yours, and what would’ve usually been a mere reminder of his status as colonel felt like a frustrating hindrance that only heightened the desperation swarming your heart and made you let go of the glass to tighten your fists as you turned around to fully face him.

“No, we can’t, we have to help it, it’s—”

“It’s dangerous,” Rick cut you off, his distrust-colored eyes briefly flickering towards the glass wall.

“It’s suffering!”

Your distressed screech echoed through the cellar, your plea painfully reverberating on the walls and splattering the frantic desperation dripping from your tone all around the basement.

For a fleeting moment, Flag remained speechless, as if hit with full force by the intensity of your despair. During that fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of the hesitation flashing in his eyes, the way he seemed to ponder over the situation for even just a second, wondering what to do and which way to choose. Then, his gaze flickered to the side, briefly meeting Peacemaker’s, and you were able to pinpoint the exact moment he put his guards up again, welding back on his old mask of professionalism to tightly shut out any emotion you could try to induce in him.

There was a subtle shift in his expression, so subtle you might not even have noticed had you not been so desperately seeking any trace of support on his features. Instead of showing the understanding you were so badly hoping for, the traits of his face hardened, the glint in his eyes dimmed, and then you weren’t standing before Rick anymore, you were facing the colonel, towering over you with his back straight and his orders engraved in his mind.

You were acutely aware of the fact that the mission outweighed you; you had just hoped Rick would hold enough respect towards you to give your words the slightest bit of consideration. Apparently, this respect only allowed you one minute of his time before he completely shut you out.

With a sharp, regretful sigh, he took a step towards you and grabbed your arm with a gentle reluctance that contrasted with the harshness of his tone as he said that you needed to go with the other team.

You tried to protest but his strides were long and hasty, and before you even knew it, he was punching the first-floor button of the elevator as you stood inside of it, stunned.

Just as the doors started closing before you, you feebly parted your lips to utter one last plead; your pained, wavering voice coming out laced with betrayal. “You said I could trust you.”

When he had seemed ready to turn away as soon as the doors started closing between you, Rick’s attention seemed to be piqued by your words as he shifted his gaze back onto you, lingering in front of the elevator for just a second more.

The distress coloring your eyes melted into a sullen resignation as soon as your gaze bored into his, your chest constricting with dejection. There, under the thick coat of seriousness, in the midst of all the restrained belligerence this place inspired him, no glint of affection was to be found, no spike of tenderness desperately trying to emerge from the vibrating anger – nothing but cold, glaring callousness.

Not Rick.

Colonel.

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“Where’s Flag?”

Bloodsport turned his gaze towards you, and you instantly recognized the apologetic look in his eyes.

As he grimly shook his head, you finally experienced it firsthand – the agony of a thousand people.

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“Apparently Waller sent something to his hospital room. People are joking and saying she sent flowers, but if you want my opinion the old hag probably sent him a reminder that his contract doesn’t cover paid sick leaves.”

The voice, just like the steps accompanying it, echoed through the corridor and kept getting closer to your cell, undoubtedly coming from yet another guard who’d attempt to get a word or a reaction out of you – anything that’d stop them from having to book in an appointment with the jail therapist.

You had seen many of them pass by while you had spent days in a temporary cell during your recovery but hadn’t thought they’d keep on sending them after having transferred back in your old cell this morning.

The landscape change didn’t make any difference for you, as you simply kept on staring at the wall for hours on end with the most irksome gloomy look clouding your features.

You couldn’t think about anything else than Rick.

You didn’t think you had even truly processed it yet. It had happened too fast.

Within the span of a few days, the colonel had somehow gained your trust, slowly leading you to warm up to him by showing you an affection you hadn’t experienced in years. It felt like he had turned your world upside down, made everything brighter with the prospect of saving lives alongside a superior who truly valued you, and then you had made the mistake of letting him out of your sight, forced to walk away from that dreadful laboratory for just a few minutes, and he had died there, the one person on this earth who you could genuinely trust now buried under the rumbles in that bottomless pit of agony.

You had mulled over it what felt like a thousand times already and you just could not figure out how to simply go on with your life. Not when your one chance at a brighter future had been squandered so violently as soon as you had turned your back to it.

Somehow, it felt like your fault.

You had been careless, unfocused. You had forcefully dragged Rick’s attention away from the mission at hand only because you were too weak to handle the downsides of your ability, your eyes pathetically overflowing with tears of empathy as the rest of your team simply tried to achieve the mission. You had distracted Rick as that one had been forced to take you to the elevator like a child, had unconsciously helped Peacemaker steal a secret file and forced Cleo to try and stop him on her own before Flag could come to her aid.

The file had been retrieved, but only after Bloodsport had stopped Peacemaker from coldly eliminating Cleo. Only after Rick’s body had already been left laying soundly in the laboratory.

They had fought with all their might for that file, for those values you had accused Flag of lacking merely days ago, and you hadn’t even been there.

It had been crushing to find out that the trust you held towards him had been misplaced, but it was nothing in comparison to discovering he shouldn’t have trusted you either.

You forcefully swallowed back the lump in your throat when you heard the steps finally come to a halt right by your cell and had a hard time concealing the startled look on your face when a very familiar voice rose up.

“Well well well, from what I’ve heard little princess doesn’t want to eat anymore?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end at the falsely dulcet tone dripping with a syrupy looking but dangerously abrasive poison. You had to keep yourself from gritting your teeth as your gaze caught up on Griggs’ silhouette standing before your cell from the corner of your eye.

“You’re not even gonna make an effort for me?” he teased you as his lips spread into a sneering smile that made him look more moronic than sadistic due to the absolute lack of sagacity behind his eyes.

You kept your mouth tightly shut and your eyes riveted to the wall across from you, trying to muster the blankest expression you could not to let him affect you but feeling a peeved expression weighing down on your features nonetheless.

“Aww, guys it looks like we’re gonna have to use the feeding tubes,” Griggs ironically groaned, turning towards his colleagues with a facetious glint in his eyes. One of them instantly stepped up to open the door to your cell, not even needing to think twice about the threat just emitted. “You know how much I hate doing that,” he then kept on jeering, much to the amusement of the other guards.

You waited with anticipation as he stepped into the cell, feeling your entire body buzzing with an overpowering apprehension, not having a clue of what you could do but knowing for a fact that with all the adrenaline slowly being spread into your system, there was no way you’d let Griggs go back to his old mistreatment.

His filthy fingers barely grazed your skin, and, as though electrified, you jumped to your feet, putting some distance between you and him. You kept your eyes determinedly fixated in front of you but could see from the corner of your eye how stunned he was by your abrupt reaction. He had gotten to the unresponsive side of you that had emerged after only a few months here, the poor figure staying down on the ground and no longer batting an eyelash at his constant abuse. His face remained dazed for a fleeting moment before the ghost of a smirk reappeared on his features.

After all, he had broken you once, it’d be no bother to do it a second time.

“What, you go on one mission with Task Force X and then you don’t like me anymore?”

He reached out a hand again, much more aggressively this time, and you jolted away, instinctively bringing a hand up without even knowing if you were willing to take the risk of hitting him.

“Step away from her, Griggs.”

The stone cold words loudly rang through the cell and heavily fell between you both, instantly followed by a deafening silence as Griggs’ hand hovered in the air for a fleeting moment, just inches away from the skin of your arm.

Then, for a dizzying, fleeting moment, it felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the cell.

Chill shivers of relief racked your spine before your brain even had time to process the voice, and then, when the familiarity of it finally sank in, you felt as though some freezing water had been dumped over you, leaving you soaked and shivering in the middle of your cell – only this time Griggs wasn't the cause of it.

You whirled your head towards the entrance of your cell with a vertiginous speed and had to bite back a choked-up noise from stumbling out of your lips when your gaze landed upon the owner of the voice glowering at Griggs with a murderous look in his eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be back yet,” Griggs pointed out sheepishly, letting his arm limply drop to his side now that his focus had been completely taken off of you.

“I was feeling better,” Rick informed him with a tight-lipped smile which then briskly dropped from his features. “Now stand down,” he repeated himself, his voice steadfast and as neutral as he could muster it. “I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you. I’ve seen what you did to her, and I’d love to show you what it feels like to be on the wrong side of the blade.”

The threat made the cell go utterly silent and for just a second, the sweetest second ever, all traces of amusement vanished from Griggs’ suddenly pale face. He looked started, nervous, oh so pathetic, and then when he finally regained his composure enough to quickly muster up the most serious look he could to paint on his pallid features, he had already lost all respect from every occupant of the room.

“You’d risk your job for a bitch who told you to eat shit five minutes into your mission?”

There was an imperceptible twitch on Rick’s features at the reminder. He had to briskly fight off a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, but you could still discern the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes and had to swallow back a choked-up laugh – your heart swarming with a bunch of overwhelming emotions you couldn’t even identify at the moment.

His eyes briefly flickered to you. “Apparently,” he conceded with the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, before he cast his gaze back on Griggs and recovered a cold, severe expression. “And, trust me, given how liked you are around here, I don’t think I’d risk more than a paid leave even if I attempted to murder you.”

Yet another sullen silence fell over the cell like a heavy fog, and this time, Griggs made the wise decision of not shattering it, containing his anger within a single huff before stalking out of the cell with heavy steps that made him akin to a stomping child. His colleagues briefly glanced at Rick, not quite knowing what to do, before meeting his eyes and promptly deciding to follow Griggs’ decision.

“You’re alive,” you breathlessly uttered as soon as you were both left alone.

“A bit roughed up, but yes, alive,” he winced back, turning his gaze towards you.

You knew he couldn’t feel the blissful exultation swarming your heart now that your ability was smothered by the collar secured around your neck, but you hoped he could see it in your eyes and in the way you just couldn’t seem to blink those relieved tears away.

Rick took a few steps towards you and let out a bated breath, as if he was finally allowed to exhale, as if he hadn’t been able to feel comfortable until standing near you again – and you then knew for a fact that if he couldn’t see the exultation in your heart, he at least felt it as well.

Without another word, he then tentatively brought a hand up before letting it hover uncertainly in the air. He seemed hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to act anymore now that his mask of professionalism was gone, and you couldn’t help but let out a short chuckle. This was enough for a single droplet to finally fall from your brimming eyes, and the way Rick’s gaze seemed to soften even more at the sight of it almost led you to shedding a few more.

With utter cautiousness, he brought his hand to your face to brush the stray tear away and then left it there, his warm palm cradling your cheek.

“Looks like I’ve won again,” he said in a breath, the words merely stumbling out of his lips as if he were afraid to break that frail, tender moment of vulnerability between the two of you. His thumb gently stroked your cheek again and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your gaze never once leaving his. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

You had once said that the only way for Rick to ever get close to you was for you to give out your last breath, and yet, ever since that very vow you had felt yourself ever-so-slowly opening up to him, as though there was something in the air and it was killing you softly.

Now that the sweet, sweet poison had filled up your lungs – all wrapped up in his arms and boring your gaze into his with a wide-eyed fascination – you chose to completely let go of that vow, braving the risk to perish and merely uttering back two candid, gentle words.

“Pretty please.”

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