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thompsborn · 3 years

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do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

oh my god okay i’ve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so i’ve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.

also these are all hc’s based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this

ironhusbands:

when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN A—OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIRE—

he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters

you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. you’ll get it.

and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony he’s gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how he’s such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that you’ll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!

when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too

like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.

rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be

and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but he’s fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs “this is so stupid” and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.

so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that he’s gonna miss rhodey.

for the first time ever there’s someone other than his mom and jarvis that he’s actually going to miss.

rhodey grins at him and says that they’ll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm that’s small and has a friend.

but rhodey doesn’t know this. like he knows that tony isn’t the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesn’t know that he’s literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so he’s kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and they’ve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tony’s just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.

they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and they’re BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so he’s like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!

so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tony’s entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so he’d make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay

and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tony’s address to come pick him up instead and they’d still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too

and thats when tony is like. well.

about that.

he might be calling from a payphone.

on a random street corner.

and its kind of raining. and he’s cold. and he’s a bit dulled out from everything so he doesn’t really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.

rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like i’ll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.

a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worried™

but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and he’s like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT

and rhodey’s like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it

tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so he’s still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now

so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT

rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?

and tonys like wtf are gatherings

and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because he’s not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok

tony is completely out of his element and like he’s not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food he’s used to at galas and shit and nothing is what he’s used to and he just sticks to rhodey’s side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if he’s friends w rhodey then he’s a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough

but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER

so eventually rhodey can tell he’s getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.

SO MUCH anger

because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and

and he’s gonna fix it

and this is the first step

so he takes tony back out and they’re still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice

tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says

rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off

anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so i’ll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:

rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think it’d be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but he’s not like OH GOD HURT yk?

but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and they’re probably like almost 30 at this point because they’re dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and then—

door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK

of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so they’re just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like he’s about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it

until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and it’s maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time

(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isn’t going alone and wow what a power couple)

sambucky:

firstly i’m going to go post tfatws, but i’ll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws

also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected

update from after writing this: i lied

let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve

thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that they’re jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steve’s best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away

children. they are children.

which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why he’s acting how he is but he’s petty enough to do it anyway

and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think they’d ever really find him again and it’d just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD

and then from bucky’s pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steve’s best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.

its so funny to me okay its SO funny

its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but they’re adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.

post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then it’s infinity war and then it’s endgame and after endgame there’s the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess

i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.

okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!

SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didn’t before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isn’t here anymore and he wouldn’t understand who they are now vs who they were before and it’s different.

bucky finds comfort in sam’s home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.

also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell he’s like “oh my god why is this thing endearing”

bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when they’re still in sams home town and they’re staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop

sam havin a nightmare too

because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.

and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact

but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.

sometimes bucky has those like “oh shit” moments where he’s like “maybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve it” and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck

steve and sam probably got it

the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.

what’s different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.

sam didn’t have that. riley didnt make it.

therefore, bucky has his “oh shit”

and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but it’s this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.

there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.

its gone, and he gets it.

sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steve’s other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it

it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead

but now it’s just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, “im sorry.”

its the way sam says, “me too.”

and bucky says, “you dont have to be.”

its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but

but its this and its them and that can wait

it can wait

they can take their time if they want to

maybe they’ve earned that much, at least

(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...

when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.

that's what makes it worth the wait.)

#ironhusbands #sambucky #headcanons #asks

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thewebcomicsreview · 3 years

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Homestuck 2 has updated! Christmas is ruined!

Previously, on Homestuck 2: Literally nothing happened, and a non-trivial portion of the patreon supporters gave up and quit. Can this update pull a Christmas miracle and right the sinking ship of Homestuck 2? Probably not, but let’s find out!

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We’re back in Candyland, having completely skipped over Karkat and John talking about Dave’s apparent death, because this comic is only interested in long conversations when they’re boring and not about anything at all. That’s alright, I got the gist of it.

When Karkat is finally gone, John still doesn’t move. It isn’t as though he has nowhere else to go, since there are quite a few places he might attempt to make himself useful, for better or for worse.

So, it appears to be morning now, meaning that John’s son has been missing in a war zone for almost 24 hours and I guess John literally forgot Harry existed?

Prediction: This conversation is going to end in some variant of “Where is our son?” “Oh shit!”

ROXY: hey john can u do me a quick solid

ROXY: actly idk how quick itll be but its definitely solid

ROXY: harry anderson says i just missed u being here but could u skip back on over?

What.

So, I went back and checked, and apparently nowhere is it explicitly said that Harry Anderson was also looking for the Vriskas, so I guess he....stayed home? Which makes sense, I suppose, but maybe a “Stay here I’ll go look for them” would’ve helped. I wasn’t the only one who thought Harry was out looking for Vriska too.

ROXY: sup

ROXY: follow me

ROXY: well were just going to my room so i guess technically u know the way

JOHN: haha ok.

John follows, trying to shake the ominous feeling he got from what she’d just said. He’d been in and out of this house a lot in the past few days. Why should this be any different?

Is Roxy....horny? Is the solid she’s looking for John’s dick? I mean, that’d make her saying Harry wasn’t available kind of weird, but I think this framing is a fake-out.

...

What the fuck is that lamp, Jesus Christ it’s awful. Just a cat’s asshole, facing the door.

ROXY: r u kiddin me rn egbert

JOHN: i’m not? unless you were, in which case yeah lets say i was also kidding.

JOHN: oh my god, i’m sorry, i don’t know why this making me freak out.

ROXY: i remember our past boot knockin with fondness but that is a situation im not interested in revisiting

Oh hey, it was a fakeout. Good job, Homestuck 2. You successfully implied something just through the art. Art which, by the way, looks a lot better than the last chapter. There are backgrounds and everything. I wonder if Chapter 15 was rushed out due to Hiveswap and that’s why it was so weak?

He’s almost embarrassed by how relieved he feels. So what if his ex wife wanted to hook up? Shouldn’t that be a situation he could navigate? Don’t people like to find solace in human physical connection during dire times? Why did the idea of it make his mind white out in panic more than, say, any number of the traumas he just experienced?

I’m not the biggest fan of the way the narration is going JOHN IS AFRAID OF SEX WITH ROXY LIKE HE’S A TEENAGE VIRGIN AGAIN (LIKE IN HS1!) AND IT DOESN’T REALLY MAKE SENSE PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IT’LL BE IMPORTANT LATER, but okay, noted.

ROXY: u said ur house is gone??

JOHN: yep.

JOHN: completely.

ROXY: jeez

Heh. I like Roxy, still.

JOHN: so i just sat there, watching, trying to figure out why watching my house burn down felt like i was being released from prison.

If this comic actually uses the phrase “home” and “stuck” in the same sentence I’m turning this blog around and we’ll go right back to Winnipeg.

ROXY: aight then no wind bending just use your mangrit

Roxy flexes, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a familiar grin. John feels his guts, so recently calmed, twist up into knots again. Her eyebrows shoot up and the smile loosens. He must have shown something on his face.

ROXY: ok or just like push when i push

ROXY: we both got sick muscles

ROXY: no other adjectives necessary

I feel unqualified to talk about how hard Roxy is pushing the June Egbert thing.

....Is that the fucking portal from Hiveswap under a tarp? Also hi Candy Callie, appearing in HS2 for the first time. One of the Calliope’s is nonbinary, I think, but I honestly can’t remember and I think it’s Meat Calliope?

JOHN: do i get to know what that big thing under the sheet is?

ROXY: hmmmmmm no

JOHN: oh ok.

JOHN: are you sure? i mean, it seems like a pretty prominent feature of the room.

JOHN: space.

JOHN: wherever we are.

ROXY: and a totally mysterious n COMPLETELY inconspicuous feature it will have to remain for now

ROXY: we r kinda in a hurry here fyi

ROXY: and by that i mean

ROXY: we are in precisely the amount of hurry that means im excused from having to a that specific q rn

JOHN: right, sorry.

JOHN: i will pay no attention to the object behind the curtain.

ROXY: u catch on fast egbert

Oh thing HS2 has not been great at is that it has a lot of plot mysteries that are supposed to keep us enticed but they don’t really get implanted into the audience’s head (Remember Vrissy mysteriously collapsing that one time? Probably not, she did it off screen and the boys kind of laughed it off). This one’s hard to miss.

JOHN: so... this is all downstairs?

JOHN: it seems like you had a lot of work done.

ROXY: well no not x actly

ROXY: were in the old meteor

It’s kind of weird how this meteor keeps popping up like this.

CALLIOPE: besides, hUman divorces are even more fascinating than i had ever imagined, and being able to witness yoUrs in motion was an honoUr.

This is an unexpected but not unwelcome direction for Callie to have gone.

CALLIOPE: ah right, right. yoU're probably a little cUrioUs as to where the dickens we are.

CALLIOPE: how much do yoU know aboUt black holes?

Oh, wow, we’re going right there, then. This does seem like a bit of a reaction to complaints HS2 wasn’t shmoovin’ enough, but maybe I’m reading too much into it.

CALLIOPE: no, i mean, what if oUr whole WORLD was inside a black hole.

JOHN: ok.

A’ight, that got a laugh out of me

JOHN: ugh, i fucking KNEW it!

JOHN: i'm so sorry.

JOHN: i'm so sorry that i put the earth inside a black hole everyone. ):

I like this conversation a lot.

ROXY: iirc at least part of y u got so weepy was the fact that u couldnt believe a version of earth existed where ppl got 2 watch more mcconaughey films than you

JOHN: listen.

JOHN: i simply don't think you all appreciated the gift you were given.

Quite a bit, in fact.

ROXY: ur not gonna enter a weird time vortex and change the trajectory of a little girls life with the power of love

JOHN: aw.

Roxy and John have a good dynamic.

CALLIOPE: bUt Upon her departUre, the rift closed for good. as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

JOHN: ...right.

John’s phone has very good coverage, since he was able to talk to Terezi in the epilogues, as we’re being subtly reminded of here with that ... before the “right”. I wonder if it still works after alt-Calliope left.

CALLIOPE: oUr exclUsion from the overarching coUrse of events which governs all reality means that oUr existence here is liable to dramatic and violent Upheaval.

CALLIOPE: to pUt it another way, becaUse nothing in here "matters", we are likely to be sUbjected to things which are a bit bats in the belfry, for no reason other than it's totally insignificant to the wider canon of reality.

CALLIOPE: and mUch thoUgh i am personally titillated by some of the conseqUences of this predicament, it is a degrading way for Us to live. u_u

Okay, so we are now being explicitly told that living in the black hole is fucking with the characters and is part of the reason they make such baffling decisions, like Rose not telling Kanaya about Yiffy, or naming her daughter “Yiffy” in the first place.

CALLIOPE: we need yoU to free vriska from the clUtches of oUr misgUided friend jane, and bring her here, to the singUlarity.

ROXY: weve been calling it the plot point

CALLIOPE: yes, the plot point is a key part of oUr plan

CALLIOPE: as far as we have been able to sUrmise, the only remaining method for escaping oUr grim confinement depends on leveraging the UniqUe properties of this location to create an event of sUch catalcysmic proportions that it simply cannot be contained within the black hole any more.

CALLIOPE: something SO dramatic, so hyper-relevant, that it becomes ontologically impossible for anyone to ignore it.

CALLIOPE: for that, we need an individUal of sUfficient narrative cloUt, so to speak.

CALLIOPE: and to liberate her, who better than the embodiment of the aspect of freedom itself?

So, the plan is literally for Vriska to be such a Huge 8itch that the black hole itself gets sick of her and yeets Earth C out of its own event horizon to freedom.

This is actually a great plan.

And that’s Hamsteak. This definitely feels like a bit of a reaction to complaints about HS2, but hey, I dig it, I guess? Definite improvement over the last chapter.

#homestuck #homestuck 2 liveblog

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bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years

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Drugs (Bakugo Katsuki) Part 03

part three fuckin finally. in my defense i got distracted by jujutsu kaisen soooo yeah its a rly good anime and alot of the charaters are hot af so thats always a plus anywho time for the s t o r y

Taglist -> @no1herothatlookslikeavillain @5sosfckss

As you exit the building, reality set in. You didn’t have your car to drive home in. A booming laughter. You turn towards the building to see who the fuck was laughing so loud this early in the morning. You were met by a grinning Dynamight standing outside the entrance with his arms crossed like the cocky bitch he is. You roll your eyes and go on your phone while trying to ignore the fact that you didn’t have a way home and really didn’t want to pay for an Uber.

A pair of heavy footsteps stopped right next to you and you didn’t bother looking up because you already knew who it was.

“Seems like you don’t have a ride home.”

“Oh how’d you come up with that smartass?” you really did not want to talk to him and his cocky attitude. You just wanted to be at home, laying down and watching Spongebob. He laughed again and pivoted so he was standing right in front of you.

“Let me drive you home.”

You slowly lift your head from your phone that wasn’t even on anymore, looking up to the hero. He had taken his mask off and there were visible tan lines and the eyeshadow that he used was visible. You had to give him props for being so good at makeup.

“Um what?” You asked thinking he was just messing with you for the fun of it.

“I said let me drive you home. You obviously don’t have a ride home and you don’t look well off enough to be able to just go around paying for Ubers. Plus I wouldn’t want a pretty lady like you getting hurt.” It really baffled you that he just confidently said that with no remorse at all. You really wanted to punch and then smack that fucking smirk off of his cocky face.

“Listen here you little bitch I am perfectly capable of getting home on my own.”

“Yeah but technically you are still a suspect and therefore I can keep an eye on you if I deem you suspicious.”

“I didn’t do it!” You shouted a little louder than you meant to and caught the attention of a couple pedestrians and bystanders. Now that it was brought to your attention you realized there weren't many people fanning over Dynamight as there are with other heroes you happened to come across in public. But then again most of his fanbase is teenage girls fangirling over his muscles. It was pretty evident that he wasn’t going to back down for whatever reason.

“So?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Okay fine,” you really did not want to ride with him or be anywhere near him but you wanted to go home and try to think of a way to prove your own innocence before news got out that you were a suspect for the numerous murders. He nodded and motioned for you to follow him into the parking lot. While walking toward a Black Lamborghini you realized how well off he really was. “Are you going to get in or are you just going to stand there?”

You rolled your eyes and got in, the car still smelled like a fresh new car but with a hint of caramel. It was clean and very nice, you wouldn’t mind owning a car like that but you knew that was just a dream because there was no way in hell you would be able to own a car like that. Dynamite, being the gentleman that he is, closed your door for you and then got into the driver seat. Right after he started the car he turned the news radio on and then began the drive.

It was quiet for the most part, except for Dynamight’s occasional road rage or his comments on what was on the radio. You found it funny how he was just so loud and honest. He really didn’t sugarcoat anything and to you that was both a blessing and a curse.

When he stopped in front of your apartment complex you were ready to book if out of the car and run to your bed. But as you opened your door you were stopped by a strong hand clutching your arm. You turn to him, confused and annoyed.

“Wait, before you go, here’s my number,” he quickly grabbed an old receipt out of his arm rest and scribbled down a phone number and you assumed that he was just giving you the number to his agency as sort of a business thing. But as you took the scrap paper from him you realized that it looked nothing like the numbers tied to agencies. “That’s my phone number. Call or text if you have any questions or concerns about the case.”

Both of you just kind of stared at each other until you noticed how red his face was getting and you started to smile a little.

“Now get the fuck outta my car...and call me Bakugo.” You nodded and gave him a small wave before leaving the car and entering the building. Now what the fuck was that. You were almost one hundred percent sure that a pro hero giving out his personal cell phone number was not a usual occurrence in the work field. But for a split second he wasn’t being a cocky bitch. To your surprise you found yourself pulling out the paper and putting his number into your phone as you walked to your room. You stood at your door as you saved his number as Bitch Boy. You planned on taking a shower to help wash away the stress of the first two hours of your day. Walking to your room you took your jacket and shoes off. As you walked over to your closet to grab some clothes your phone buzzed.

[New Message From Bitch Boy: are you okay?]

this chapter is so short im sorry ;-; i promise the next one will be longer pls dont hate me ;;--;;

Masterlist!!

Part 01 + Part 02

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have you read the last drk volume yet? idk if you read japanese well or not but itd be cool if you could spoil the ending :3c

i haven’t finished it, bc i was going reread from the beginning but i took a look at the ending for you. im glad i did. yui’s birthday is august 31st, which is Independence Day in my country. she’s a virgo. ive been wanting that info since 2013. drk ending spoilers under the cut

yui, as theorized from the start, died. she was killed in an explosion in the Sirius observatory where her and kirigiri first met, and that’s also how kirigiri hurts her hands. some of yuis final thoughts were that she wishes that she could’ve been better, lived a life without making mistake — that she were a talented detective instead of just some normal stupid high school girl. she could’ve been able to protect kirigiri. in the end, yui thinks, i couldn’t protect a single thing.

kirigiri begs yui to stay with her, to live, that kirigiris going to make sure she’s going home alive, hold on, pull yourself together, please, but yui accepts her fate, and thanks kirigiri. her last words are her apologizing for treating her like a criminal and asking how she could make it up to her because at this rate she’ll..... and her last thoughts are about kirigiri too:

you were right all along, so stand proud. oh, cherry blossom petals. they’re beautiful, aren’t they, kirigiri-chan? you’re very.......

samidare yui dies.

kyouko kirigiri wakes up in a hospital bed with ruined hands, she wants to see yui. she ends up meeting salvador, and the girls from the saint annes academy, tsukiyo and nazuna from the libra girls academy case that was in vol 4 & 5 I believe?? (check jess’ blog bc I’m still working through them) because they also knew yui. salvador goes over her injuries—hypothermia, severe burns on her hands—and says it’s a miracle she survived

“and what about yui-oneesama?” kirigiri asked. those were the first words she spoke in that hospital.

“about her...” yadorigi turned away, and the time he spent grasping for words was more than enough of an answer. kirigiri could easily guess what came next: “It was too late for her.”

“i see...”

kirigiri turned to face the curtain, and her reaction baffled the girls and tsukiyo who was with salvador. why the fuck wasn’t kirigiri crying?! she loved yui, didn’t she? they were friends right?! where was kirigiris heart?! don’t you pity her at the very least?! are you even human?! such and such. salvador tells her to cut it out. though even though kirigiri didn’t outwardly emote, she was doing her thing compartmentalizing her emotions unhealthily which was the family way u know.

in the end, tsukiyo weeps all by herself, and nazuna holds onto her. meanwhile kirigiris low key having a crisis

even still, am i detective? kirigiri asked herself. is she willing to die as a detective? she’s not a detective for the sake of helping other people, that’s just how she was bred and raised. however, the days spent by yuis side taught her that even she could feel helpless — she thought she was proud to be born as a detective, but maybe she was just clinging onto that to compensate for something else. in the end, there’s no one to protect her, and no one, not even she herself, could save the the person dearest to her.

salvador starts talking about the committee and shinsen will being passed along to new people. they need her help. but kirigiri’s angsting really really hard and says no. in her own words: 今さら自分に何ができるというの。霧切響子はもう死んだ。あの日、彼女と一緒に。

but what can she do now, on her own? kirigiri kyouko has already died. she died that day, together with her (yui).

so yeah she’s having an awful time. and she gets discharged when the cherry blossoms start falling and covering the dreary snow. neat! the irony! she goes back to Sirius bc there was a crossbow missing from the scene, and she won’t rest until this one incident is solved. shen then figures out who fucked her and yui over so bad. it could only be him, it could only be shinsen fucking mikado.

we then learn her grandpa was detained bc he was a suspect in shinsens murder, and she talked to him about yui. kirigiri gets upgraded to dsc 910. she finally has a 0 on her card like she always wanted... she can’t feel happy about it. this number doesn’t mean anything to her, anymore.

she gets a letter from yui, that she wrote in case she died first. talking about how she knew one day that she couldn’t be there for her forever, but she hoped she could take some of kirigiris burdens from her, or maybe she just made everything worse. yui had her own baggage, and couldn’t support her properly, but yui knows one day she’ll have people who love and support her like yui did, like she wanted to. she tells her to take breaks and to take care of herself — yui says she’s knows she’s more trouble than she’s worth, so thank you for sticking with her kirigiri-chan. and goodbye.

she remembers a conversation she had with salvador—yui saved her, and now she’s gone . like all the times before that, yui used her body to cover her so she wouldn’t freeze to death after the building exploded, and kirigiri couldn’t help her.

“hey, kirigiri-chan, did I take some of that weight off your shoulders?”

everything is silent. no cars on the road, no sound.

kirigiri loses her shit, she breaks down completely despite trying so hard to suppress her feelings.

emotions are not needed when it comes to detectives... she’s been following that adage all her life, so why is it so hard to follow now? why can’t she stop tearing up? she’s ruining her bandages with how much she’s scrubbing her eyes from crying. finally she just falls to her knees and wails. she’s sorry, she’s so sorry yui-oneesama. she keeps calling her name, willing her to just pop in right next to her, because she knows she just needs to call her name, and yui will trip over herself to come to help her. yui-oneesama will definitely come save her. big sis yui. big sis yui....

so she’s not okay! and I’m not ok. I am crying. there’s a time skip where kirigiri goes to yuis hometown to visit her grave. she’s happy to see that other people gave her offerings too, she sets flowers down and prays, and asks her to keep watching over her.

She calls salvador and agrees to help. years pass and she goes to hopes peak. naegi finds her dsc after she dropped it, bc he was looking for something sakura threw. naegis like wtf is this also are u on a job how old were u when u started being a detective and kirigiris like UGHHHH go away but then she’s like... hmmm whomst is this little twink

the last lines of the book are “fine then, let’s have a chat, naegi-kun.”

#dangan ronpa #drk spoilers #most of my mutuals don’t care buy ik Jess is still reading and is a lot more coherent than me so #mbbbaf #yui samidare #kyoko kirigiri

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bbygirldahyun · 4 years

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sorry i keep talking about this i don’t think anyone else would understand these thoughts but kids need more education on neurodiversity and mental disorders bc so many people have them. i honestly can’t blame kids for using the r slur or making fun of things they don’t understand. if their parents and educators aren’t teaching them these things it isn’t their fault. some don’t even know the meaning and history behind the r slur they just hear their friends using it as “dumb” and go with it. /1

if that last anon had known what stims and autism was it could’ve been different but im glad she understands now. but then again people just love being ableist, freshman year my teacher taught us about the doctor who faked the studies on vaccines causing autism and showed us protesters holding signs that said “vaccines gave my kid autism” and so on. she asked us after the lesson how many of us would not vaccinate our kids and so many people raised their hands. /2 she was so shocked like she just taught us it was fake and they still didn’t get it. i was the only one who said something about the studies being unreliable. it’s traumatizing knowing peoples are against u no matter how much education they get. a large number of nurses are even anti vaccine. they would rather have a dead kid than an autistic one. so many neurotypical people want to find a cure because they’re ashamed of us. /3 but if they’d talk to us they would know we don’t want one. it makes us who we are, our entire brain and movements and experiences are shaped by autism. imagine how different u and i would be if we got “cured.” we’d be way different people but of course that’s what they want. /4 there’s little to no research on autism, all people talk about when they bring it up is the cure. i’d like to know things about us like why we’re more likely to have joint problems, gastrointestinal problems, sleep disorders. i want to know how men and women present it differently, what the cause is. but i don’t think we’ll ever get that. (sorry this is so depressing thank u for listening😆) -🦦 /5

no don’t apologize at all! i love talking about this kind of stuff with people who understand, it’s so hard to talk about it with neurotypical people sometimes. there is so much misinformation about autism and what it actually is which is what leads to all of the confusion and misunderstanding and eventual ableism. people think autism is a disease or a mental illness, which it isn’t. it’s a developmental disability, we can’t be cured, most of don’t WANT to be cured. this is who we are. if we got “cured” we wouldn’t even be ourselves anymore.

i have a really good friend whose mom is anti vaccine because she thinks they cause autism and my friend doesn’t have any of her vaccines. everytime i go over to this friends house i’m always so uncomfortable and so baffled by how her mom, who is a healthcare professional, buys into a study that has been debunked multiple times and one of the doctors who did it lost their medical license i believe.

since i’m studying to be a teacher, i have to take courses on how to teach kids with disabilities, which i was actually super excited for, until i met my professor. he is one of the most outwardly ableist people i’ve ever met, i feel so bad for any disabled child he’s ever worked with. he talked to us like it was impossible any of us could actually be disabled, he said that autistic people are “manipulative and egocentric”, and when talking about possible causes of autism he listed vaccines and gluten genuinely as possible causes. he also acknowledged that saying the r word is wrong and then continued to say it multiple times. i was mind blown. i couldn’t even speak to this man without my blood boiling. i still am appalled someone who works daily with disabled children could be so ableist, and that he was so positive nobody in our class was autistic he felt like he could say those things. i was so angry i cried sometimes after class.

you’re entirely right though, some people just love being ableist. some people are insistent on being ignorant. i think i mentioned my friend growing up who is also autistic, he has higher support needs and his mom is one those moms who totes him around to get like brownie points for being a decent parent or something. he’s a great person, like he is incredible and an awesome friend and we had so much fun together as kids. but she treats him like this huge burden and loves to play the “autism mommy” card for sympathy like, just stop. you have an amazing kid. go appreciate that.

don’t even get me started on autism speaks. oh boy, i could go for hours. the fact some people out there still don’t know autism speaks is essentially a hate group baffles me. they have no autistic people on their board, they actively advocate for things most of us autistic people are against (i.e. a cure, person first language, etc). the whole puzzle piece mentality too, it’s so gross to me. i don’t have a piece missing, i’m a whole person who just happens to think and act a little differently. i much prefer the rainbow infinity symbol and the red instead movement. because it was coined by autistic people.

i especially hate that so much of research done about us is without us. i would love to know more about the nuances of autism, i’m always trying to research more but sadly most of the information online you have to be incredibly careful what you believe because so many people, even healthcare professionals, spread misinformation. one of the places that actually best helped me understand my autism more was the actuallyautistic tag on here, and i follow some autistic info twitters run by autistic people who discuss our issues.

thank you again so much for talking to me about all this and for sparking this discussion, it’s so nice to get to chat with people who understand about these kind of things! i wish you best, have a good day/night 🥺🧡

#ask #🦦anon

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Home

Fandom: Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends Characters: Wilt, Mr Herriman Relationship: wilt/reader Request: Hey! If you can be bothered another Wilt fic would be amazing! Anything kinda angsty, your choice anything is good!(no cheating though) if you don’t want to it’s totally fine! Hey same person with the wilt request, it’d be great If you made the reader some type of imaginary friend as well You stood outside the large doors, the rain falling off the roof and hitting your head. It didn’t really matter, since you were soaked anyway. You didn’t know what else to do or where to go. Having been abandoned, you struggled to get your baring’s again and when you did, the only place you thought to go was here. Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends. You had heard about it before, but never truly thought you would end up here yourself. You thought your child loved you. you had seen her grow older and helped her every step of the way. But then she didn’t want you, her parents didn’t want you. they started treating you very badly and more like a slave than a friend until they grew bored and you were tossed to the curb like trash. You would have cried, but you must have been out of tears by now. Your distressed appearance clearly showed the inner turmoil you were going through at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you reached out and rung the doorbell. There was a silence about the house that you found eerie and chilling. Until you head footsteps from inside. well, more like hops. As the door opened, a very peculiar sight met your eyes. A rabbit, the size of a man, and dressed in a smart yellow vest and black suit jacket. “I say, are you lost?” He asked you, his own shock visible. “um, I don’t know.” You said, your voice shaking a little from the cold. “Well, perhaps you would like to come in?” He offered you, and you were quite baffled by the strangeness of the situation that you couldn’t argue. You nodded and followed him into the massive house. He guided you into a side room that had a roaring fire. You fought every urge to run to it and warm your freezing hands. “are you homeless?” The rabbit suddenly asked, making you jump and look at him with wide eyes. “I hate to be upfront, but very rarely do friends turn up at our door without their owners to drop them off.” “I-um, I hadn’t thought about it that way. I was left at the side of the road over a month ago. So yeah, I suppose I am.” You admitted, that familiar sadness flooding through your body. “Well, there is always a bed avalible here. I am afraid the majority of our house are away this weekend, a spur camping trip. But perhaps it would allow you some time to settle before they come back.” The rabbit spoke more to himself than to you. “So im the only one here?” You ask, suddenly feeling very small in the large house. “No, theres myself, master Wilt and miss Coco.” He told you. “I shall go arrange your accommodation.” With that he turned on his heel and hoped out of the room. You would have laughed if you hadn’t have been so cold. But it did give you the opportunity to walk to the fire and sit down in front of it. You held out your hands, warming them. He was probably right. It was a good thing you had came when you did. You couldn’t imagine walking into a place like this and not feeling intimidated by a whole load of friends. Especially because you didn’t really know much about it all. Your family had kept a lot from you and never really allowed you to venture outside, so a lot of the world was new to you. you mulled over your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door that made you jump. “Sorry, sorry.” A new figure entered the room, and if you had been surprised by the rabbit, you were awestruck by this. he was at least ten feet tall, red, with a small body but long limps. His let arm was missing, leaving a stitch stump behind. The number 1 was printed on his chest. His eyes stuck at the top of his head, reminding you slightly of a insect. One of the eyes appeared to be broken in some way, the pupil lying to the bottom of the eye and moving as he entered the room. But he had a very warming smile. In his right arm, he held some towel. “Sorry, but Mr Herriman said you needed some towels.” He walked closer, holding out the towels as if to demonstrate he was telling the truth. “who?” You asked, completely confused. “Mr Herriman, the rabbit.” He told you, but seemed to doubt himself. “Ohh.” You nodded, showing you did understand but you just didn’t know his name. you got to your feet and he handed you the towels. “you’re freezing.” The grin dropped off his face as his fingers brushed against yours. “Do you want some blankets? A hot water bottle? I can go get-“ “No, no, im fine. Really.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his concern for you, because no one had ever really shown this much care for you before. You placed the spare towels down but kept one and used it to dry your face and attempt your hair. “Im Wilt, sorry, I should have said when I came in.” He suddenly blurted out, as if he had just made a massive mistake. “[y/n].” you smiled, and he repeated your name in the most endearing way. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” He said, a little too quickly but it made you laugh nonetheless. “What do the others look like?” You asked. “Ive never seen other imaginary friends before.” “Never?” he asked, apparently really shocked by this revelation. You shook your head. “Well, their kind of all different.” “How different?” You asked, curious. “Well, some are really tall-“ “Like you?” you chimed in. Wilt smiled, seeming to think it as a compliment. “yeah, like me. And some are shorter and smaller. Some are blue, and yellow, and green, well any colour really.” He spoke about the others with a tone of endearment which made you smile a little. He seemed to be a genuinely nice and caring person. “how many are there?” You asked as you knelt back down by the fire. “I-I don’t know. Sorry.” He joins you, seeming to sense you didn’t want to be alone. “The numbers change all the time with fosters and adoptions.” “Do, do you have to go up for adoption straight away?” You ask, looking away from him and into the fire. “What do you mean?” He leaned forward, trying to look at you properly. “Well, my family weren’t very kind to me towards the end. Im scared it will happen again.” You couldn’t stop the tears from flooding your eyes as you stared at the fire, the memories filling you with sadness and fear. “please don’t cry. We’ll keep you safe here.” He reached out to you, wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help yourself as you turned and cuddled into his side, crying on his shoulder. He used the stump arm to gently pat your damp hair, soothing you. he didn’t seem fazed by your breakdown, nor did he mind you turning to him. Instead, he just held you. He kept you safe that night, introducing you to Coco and making sure you were okay. He would speak to madame Foster when she returned, and found out that because you weren’t signed off, you would have to wait a while before you could go on to another home because of legal reasons. He would gradually introduce you to the others in the house, sensing your fears of being overwhelmed. And as your friendship grew with each day, so did his feelings for you. Little did he know that he had found a constant companion, someone to truly connect to and be happy with. And you had found your own in him. Because you were home.

#fosters home for imaginary friends #wilt x reader #wilt

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hungry-weirdartist · 6 years

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That Time That Being In A Carnival Resulted In A Date:A Dear Evan Hansen Fanfiction

He didn’t know why he was there.

All he remembered was a teacher coming up to him,asking for help with booths at the school carnival and because he just can’t say no,he nodded like an idiot.

The school carnival was an event that was conducted every year to raise funds that the school always seemed to need.This year,it was raising funds for the clubs of the school.The theater kids were putting on a play,the cooking club was selling food and the art club was,well, everywhere.Evan’s club though,the gardening club,had a booth that sold tree and plant stuff the art club had made.

Since Evan was the only one who couldn’t say no to the teacher,he was the one who manned the booth.So one bright Sunday morning,he got up, greeted his mom goodbye and set out for the school.

The first couple minutes there were used to brief him.Get money,give the item,answer any questions and give a pamphlet with every purchase.Simple enough.It was an easy enough job.His booth wasn’t the most visited but it did have the occasional person walk by.

Around the fourth hour,(out of eight,god,he didn’t know what he had gotten himself into),a teen about his age sauntered over his booth.He had a black hoodie on and looked like he desperately wanted to be anywhere else but here.He looked at the plant-themed things spread out on the table and took one of them.He took of his hood and -

Oh.

He knew that face.

That was Connor Murphy.

In his school,Connor was a loner.He had outbursts,every so often and Evan had been at the most recent one.He was pushed down,but Connor apologized.He had almost seen one of Evan’s letters to himself,but Evan stopped that from happening.

“How much is this?”Connor asked.

“F-four dollars.”Evan stammered.

Connor handed over the money,and as Evan looked at the money box for change,he pointed at one of the keychains that was shaped like a tree and remarked.”Nice oak tree.”

Evan stopped what he was doing and said “It’s not an oak,it’s a maple.”He suddenly realized he had contradicted the Connor Murphy.He leaned back slightly,fear evident on his expression when Connor just laughed.Evan’s face released all tension and he stared at him,baffled.

“Sorry, it was just,uh,that time when the school brought us to some forest,some kid pointed out that I had only taken pictures of oak trees,so it’s the only tree type i know.”

“Oh cool, you take photos?Can I see?”Evan mentally chided himself for asking such personal questions,but contrary to what Evan thought,Connor pulled out his wallet showed him pictures he had taken.And they were actually good.

“Wow, these look great!”he said.Connor chuckled and made a small smile.Evan thought he looked cute.He should smile more often.But he’d nevr actually say that to his face.He’d probably get punched.

“Hey,can i stay here for a while?My sister is off somewhere doing art stuff,and I need to stay somewhere where I won’t get bored.Soo,can I?”Evan was startled out of his thoughts and hurriedly agreed.

“Uh,yeah,sure.”

“Sweet.”

God,this boy was cute.

What he would do for a date with him.

Around the 6th hour,Connor startedactually helpong managing the stalls and costumers.Evan kept on assuring him he really didn’t need to,but Connor insisted.Evan’s heart swelled.

They talked about random and mundane things.Those conversations were the most fun.They’d see a girl wearing Harry Potter t-shirt and start talking about which Hogwarts houses,which would then spiral down to X-Men

Connor would also get refreshments every hour.Maybe a lemonade or something from the booths that sold food.Evan thought it was the sweetest thing.

Around ten minutes in,Jared came by from the tech booth.He made some small talk and downed Evan’s pink lemonade.Not a minute since he had left,he sent a text with thumbs up emoji and a good job evan to Evan.He replied with a not now and he resisted the urge to send a middle finger.He put his phone away and continued to talk with Connor about Professor X and Cyclops.

A little after the eight and final hour,Zoe Murphy jogged over to their booth and dragged Connor out,saying “Mom is calling us.Hurry up.”Evan used to be so into Zoe but he fell out of it.Connor’s face fell and he waved to Evan.Evan did the dame and resisted the urge to say how he felt the same way as he did.

As he went away,he quickly went through what he had done that day and if he did anything wrong.He had done okay except..

“Hey, I forgot to give your change!”he exclaimed to a figure in a black hoodie getting further from him.

“Keep it!And check the paper!”he shouted back.

For the past hour,they had been playing games on a scrap piece of paper that Evan found.He checked it and it read:

lets hang out at a real carnival sometime.call me - connor

Underneath that was a phone number scrawled messily.He smiled from ear to ear and covered his face.He was panicking completely,but he was over- the-moon happy.He reread the note again.Wait...

Had he been asked out?

He couldn’t possibly have, but maybe he had?

jared!!!!

what the hell evan

i think connor asked me out

“How was the carnival,honey?”His mom asked over a cup of coffee when he came home.”I know, you didn’t want to go,but was it okay?”

“Y’know,mom,”he started,grin from the carnival still evident on his face.”It was great.”

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(a/n: this is a connor lives au and i hope you liked it!!i havent written deh in a while,so im a bit rusty but i think this was good! hope you have a great day! (also i am not running out of names okay shut up -eurus)

#dear evan hansen #deh #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman (mentioned)#zoe murphy (mentioned)#heidi hansen (mentioned)#tree bros #connor lives au #fanfiction #eurus writes

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fatesinthenight · 7 years

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Silver's Suit (part 5)

Silver walks out from where he was with you putting on his mask. He slowly tries to make his way to the table with everyone. They all look at him already knowing how it went. Silver doesn't say anything and just stands there his shoulders hunched.

"Silver do you want t go home?" Ed puts his hand on Silver's shoulder.

"I do... please." Silver whispers.

"Ok lets go." Ed leads the way and looks back at everyone else. "Are you guys going to stay here or are you coming?"

"Ummm you two go on ahead first. We will catch up later." Willford said. With that Ed had his arm around Silver's shoulders and they make their way through the crowd. Once they are gone Willford looks at the others. "Ok where are they." He pulls out his gun.

"Will put that back! Are you crazy! I mean of course you are but seriously!!" Dr.Iplier makes Will put the gun back. "I thought I told you to check him for all weapons before we got here." Doc looks at Google.

"I did a thorough scan of him. You know he always finds a way to still get one." Google sighs.

"Come on I am very justified in this! They hurt Silver so we need to teach them a lesson." Willford grumbled.

"Willford will remember that this is a matter only between Silver and (Y/N). As must as it hurts us all to see Silver in pain we need to respect (Y/N) decision." Host saids softly.

"I know that. It's just I don't like seeing him so upset again." Willford leans on the table.

"I know how having a broken heat feels like. He just needs some time." Bim tries to be comforting.

"Bim what if he doesn't?" Willford sighs. "What if this was his chance and he lost it. You got lucky with your Flower. Ed has his Honey. Hell even Dark of all people has his Darling. Which still baffles me but damnit they make a good pancake when they sleep over."

"We can not be sure that this was his only chance Will." Dr.Iplier tries to be positive. "He can find someone that will love him for him."

"But he was sure this was the one." Willford looks down.

"For now we can just be there for him guys." Mark speaks up. "Give him his space for now and when he is ready then support him."

"ok then lets go." Willford gets up.

You get out from there you were with Silver and look around frantically. You want to see Silver and tell him that you didn't want him to go. You wanted to tell him that even if he hid this from you and that you believed he has bad thoughts about you in the beginning you wanted to work it out. He left before you could say anything and you felt bad knowing you didn't tell him that. As you look around you find Mark's table and run over there fast.

"I'm sorry to just barge in here but please tell me you have seen Silver!" You look at Mark pleading.

"He just left. I don't understand why are you looking for him when you rejected him just now." Mark crosses his arms. "Look I get that you are upset that he lied to you and I even thought that is not how it should have been done but he wanted to be careful. Silver is very shy if you didn't know. He may be a confident hero but personally he is nervous and shy about other things. His ego was blown after his last relationship and it really hurt him. He clings on to his mask for comfort and it is hard for him to open up to someone and take it off. Even with us sometimes he still feels he needs to keep it on constantly. Silver is a great guy and he has a big heart and will fight for someone in a heartbeat because that's how he is, not just because he was made to be a hero. He is my ego and I want him to be happy so if you are only going to keep hurting him fan or not I will ask you to leave because I care about him and his happiness."

You are taken back by Marks words. You have never seen him look this serious than when he did that video about respect. "No im not trying to hurt him. I never meant to hurt him. I just need to talk to him please. I need to tell him I really do like him and I do want to go out with him. He left before I could tell him anything. I'm so stupid... He was right there and I couldn't say anything until he was already gone. He must hate me..." You look down sadly.

"So you really like him don't you?" Mark is softer this time.

"I really do. He is the first person I could be myself with. I don't want to lose him when we haven't gotten a chance to be together." You look at Mark. Looking at him you can tell the differences between him and Silver. They may share the same face but there are things that are different. Silver stands more upright always ready for a pose. Silver's eyes look more like they sparkle more, like if they have stars in them if he were to get excited. His hair was also longer having Mark's old hairstyle but even so it looked more flat since it is usually under his mask.

"Then why didn't you say so!!" Willford jumps up.

You look at him confused. "Um I'm sorry... do I know you?"

Will takes off his mask. "How can you not know this handsome face? Also wasn't the voice enough for you." Willford winks.

"O now you suddenly want to help them after you just threatened them only moments ago. " Dr.Iplier shakes his head. You feel dump realizing you could have noticed Doc more because he has no mask on.

"What I can't change my mind?" Willford shrugs.

"Wait you threatened my life?" You look nervous.

"Don't worry he does that to everyone." Bim chimes in. "You get used to it."

"I think we are forgetting out prime objective here." Google speaks up. He took off his helmet feeling warm.

"Ed and Silver make their way to the entrance. They walk out and are heading toward the parking space. We need to get to them now." Host said.

"Ok! EGOS ASEMBLE!!" Willford puts on his mask again and runs off into the crowd. You look back at the others who just sigh follow but more civil.

"So is it always like this?" Thomas looks at Mark.

"You have no idea." Mark sits beside Thomas. "Trust me this is only a small fraction."

Outside Ed and Silver are still making their way to the parking lot. There is still a good number of people around and it is hard to move. "How the hell does old Mark do this at cons? I cant get anywhere there are too many people." Ed complains.

"Mark doesn't mind as long as the fans are happy." Silver sighs clearly still upset.

"Come on boy you will get through this one. I know it. Lets just get to the car first shall we." Ed pats Silver's back.

As they keep going Silver feels something on his head. He hears a buzzing sound and starts to freak out. "Bee!" He tried to get away from it but it has landed on his head and would not budge. As he tries to push it off he does it to hard and his mask slips off. He doesn't realize it until he looks up and some people are staring at him.

"Omg is that Mark!" People begin talking to each other and Silver goes red.

"No way I just saw him in the building how can he be here?" Someone asks.

"A doppelganger?" Someone questions.

"Wait is he actually the Ego Silver!" Someone get it.

"Wow he must be. He really does look like Mark! Hey you should keep the mask off more you look cute." Someone else saids.

Silver feels all eyes on him. He looks around for Ed but he lost him when he was running around from the bee. He feels like he cant breathe and is panicking. Silver wants his mask but he cant find it on the ground. The people are looking at him and its making him feel uncomfortable. He feels like curling up in a ball and hiding. His mask was his security blanket and he lost it. With it gone he feel venerable. He feels like his legs are giving in then closes his eyes hoping the feeling will go away. Then he feels something slide on his face.

"He is a cosplayer. He really took it to the next level and really did his stuff to look like Mark. Cool right?" You look at the people.

Silver opens his eyes as sees you standing infront of him. You found his mask and slipped it back on him. He looks up to see people accepting your words and leaving you be.

You look up at him and smile. "I like you this way more.

#silver shepherd #willford warfstache #bim trimmer #ed edgar #googleplier #dr.iplier #the host #Darkiplier #markiplier #thomas fischbach #marks egos #fanfic #silver shepherd x reader

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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ያ ድምጹ (That Voice)

The next day in her apartment’s lab, Anika was looking at the blended blood sample of her last victims through a magnify glass and took some notes. “No trace of any diseases found. This is good for feeding. The others will be happy.” She took off her white lab coat and gloves placing them on the counter before leaving the room. Anika played her stereo to hear Nina Simone’s ‘Sinnerman’. She let her hair down out of its ponytail to massage her scalp as she moved around her apartment to the instruments that surrounded her in the room. She wore small biker shorts with an over sized white crop top. She moved her hips and arms to the sway of Ms. Simone’s vocals, singing every word.

“Don't you see I need you, rock? Good Lord, Lord All on that day So I run to the river It was bleedin', I run to the sea It was bleedin', I run to the sea It was bleedin', all on that day So I run to the river It was boilin', I run to the sea It was boilin', I run to the sea It was boilin', all on that day.”

Anika imagined herself as she was there when she performed this song live back in 1965 when her mother was still alive. Queen Kamili loved this song and whenever the ladies heard it, they couldn’t help but move. They always ended up doing their tribe’s dance moves. Anika moved around in such a full force as she imagined the last few minutes she had with her mother. She felt her soul become stronger within every move like she did whenever she was with her mother. When the song came to an end, she felt tears draining from her eyes, looked into the mirror across from her and saw the gold tears fall. She tossed her hair out of her face and sat on her knees looking at her reflection.

She heard a cough and when she turned, she saw her third eldest sister, Princess Eshe Maraki of Season Beginning’s. She wore her fluffy afro with pride, a bedazzled sequin top with a purple strapless bra , bangles up her arm, matching hoops and a purple fluorite stone around her neck with low ride cuffed jeans and matching stiletto boots. “Hello, beautiful baby sister. Why must you cry whenever you hear that tune?” Anika stood on shaky legs but Eshe caught her. “Why are you here, Eshe” she asked as Eshe wiped her tears away. “I am here to visit you, love. I see you are still not over our Queen’s death.”

“How can I be over it when I am the reason she is gone?” She held Anika’s head onto her lap and started to twirl the braids in her hair. “Dear Anika, none of us all saw this coming and besides you were no where near the scene of the crime. You did nothing wrong.” Anika tried to get up but Eshe pushed her back down. “Listen, Anika. Our women have only one rule and that is never blame ourselves or others for the death of our people. We have to stay strong in our mother’s memory. I know you and I are not close as yourself and Zoya but trust me when I say that you are not to blame. The attack was fast and before we could stop it, it was all over with. Mother is back in her tomb at peace with our Goddess Genat.”

“She was not supposed to die, Eshe. We are im-mortal for a reason. We do not die like the human beings.” Eshe let out a small chuckle and said “this is true but things happen all for a good reason even if they started out terrible. The tribe in question will be punished soon once we find them. Do not worry and once we find the heart and a cure, you will be our queen. You will wear that crown with pride and joy like our mother wants and imagined for you.” Anika closed her eyes and took in her sister’s sweet scent. It was true they weren’t close but when they made up, there were already sweet memories. Eshe was traveling the world so much she barely checked on her sisters. She honestly blamed her mother’s death on her because she was not there to stop it. As her sweet sister fell sleep in her lap, she watched her and caressed her cheek. Eshe lied her head back looking up to the ceiling with gold tears of her own. “inē it’ebik’ishalehu ina k’alihini it’ebik’alehu, ihiti ānīka (I promise our queen that I will protect you and I shall keep my promise, sister Anika.)”, she said as she soon drifted off as well, all to Nina Simones’ ‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’.

In his apartment across town, Malcolm looked at his house phone that was staring him the face. He sat on the couch and just staring at white phone like it owed him money. It had been a whole three days since he met ‘Anne’ but he still didn’t call her. He was scared. Of what he didn’t know why but he just knew he shouldn’t. What if she was busy? What if she wasn’t really feeling him like that? He had called plenty of females, all the time actually so why was he being such a wimp, he thought. His train of thought was interrupted when the phone rung. He got up and answered.

“Hello?”

“What’s up, nigga? You called her yet?” It was Shane of course. Mal took the cordless phone to his couch. “Shane, why and how are you always in my fucking business?” Shane rolled his eyes as he watched Martin reruns. “Da fuck you waiting for, Mal? It ain’t like she gonna call ya ass. She don’t even have your number.” Malcolm thought about it but maybe too hard because he felt he was brain was about to strain. He placed two fingers on his forehead moving them clockwise. “Shane, you my dogg but I don’t need no lecture from you, my nigga. Ima call when I am ready. I’ll call you later.”. He hung up and felt something, like a certain urge. He looked at the phone number he copied on a sheet of paper as soon as he got home and picked up the phone dialed the numbers. “13235558794″ he said and held the phone to his ear leaning on the couch. He waited for the dial tone and it kept ringing he was about to give up but then he heard…

“Hello”, Anika answered as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. He thought she even sound more beautiful like she did in person. She looked around to see that Eshe was gone and so were the containers. She repeated. “Hello? Is anyone there?” He cleared his throat and said “is Anne there?” Her voice eased to his eardrums. “Yeah. Hi, Mal. How’s it going’?” He smiled and leaned his head back relieved. “Good. Were you sleep?”

She yawned and said “yeah but it’s okay.”

“Sorry I haven’t called. I’ve been hella busy.” She laughed and said “it’s coo, Malcolm. I figured as much. I’ve had my hands tied, too. So, how you been though?” He became more relaxed and said “I was stressed but now I ain’t anymore. But, what about you?” She lied in bed now and said “nothing much. School and stuff.”

He was quiet for a little, trying to think of what to say next. “So, what you got goin’ on for the rest of the week?” She took a breath and said “nothing much. What about you?”

“Same as you. You not hanging with you friends.?”

She had to come up with a lie and fast. “Oh, they actually went back home to Texas. They were only visiting, remember.” He smiled and asked “I know this is sudden but would you like to hang out today or tomorrow? I would uh..” He cleared his throat and said “I would really like to see you again.” She looked around in a very paranoid state of mind and asked “why you wanna see me?” He chuckled nervously and said “well, I would like us to be friends and I was always raised that to be a friend, we should build a connection.” The last time she did something like this, her sisters found out and had to take him out; he ended up being take out. But for some, something told her to say …

“Okay. Tomorrow will be fine.”

He smiled. “Great and where would you like to meet?”

“You know where Fox Hills is at?”

“Yes, of course. What time?”

“Noon.”

He leaned in and said “cool, I’ll see you then.” She nodded and hung up slowly, dropping the phone. Anika sat there in bed thinking out loud. “What in all of Ethiopia am I doing? I must be foolish to think that this will end well. So, why am I fine with this? I am the leader of a royal tribe for mother’s sake. I can not go. I must not.”

She lied on the cold golden floor in a sacred temple somewhere in deep Ethiopia but she wore a white gown that hugged her figure and her hair in two braids and matching afro puffs. She wore a gold head piece on her forehead as as she sat up to take in her surroundings. The walls were a white marble and the ceiling was high with a gold chandelier. “lijē, inikwani dehina met’achihu (My child, welcome home.)”, she heard a sweet woman’s voice but saw no one around. “selami. yeti nehi (Hello. Where are you?)”, she asked but no answer. She walked around the room that suddenly faded in as she saw furniture fading in. A king sized bed with black silk sheets with millions of golden throw pillows. There was also a vanity table and a huge wardrobe with two matching lions on each side of the bed. She looked in the mirror to see her mother in a shimmery gold and white gown with a crown that resembled Queen Nefertiti's crown but white and gold. Anika turned to her and felt tears drop down. “nigisiti imayē? (My Queen Mother?)”

“le’inē minimi iniba, lijē. inē lezele’ālemi wisit’i bebētemenihi wisit’i nenyi. inē huligīzē izīhi inoralehu. inē beberikata sewochi dehina nenyi. (No tears for me, my child. I am in our palace for all of eternity. I will always be here. I am safe and loved by many.)”, Queen Kamili opened her arms to her beloved daughter with a warm smile. Anika ran to her arms with so much emotion she couldn’t think right. “imayē, bet’ami āzenishalehu. (Mother, I miss you dearly.)”, she said not wanting to let go. The queen gave a light laugh and held her closer. “Ah, Anika my love. You have a lot to learn. I am amazed that you have not visited me earlier. (ānī, fik’irē. bizu yemīmaruti negeri ālewoti. k’edemi biyē silaligobenyehubinyi desitenya nenyi)”, Kamili said as she rubbed her child’s back.

Anika looked at her with baffled eyes. “What do you mean, mother?” Queen smiled and said “follow me, dear Anika.” They left the royal palace and walked to a secluded ocean where the water was clear and aqua and the rocks were a magenta shade caused by the sunset. “Our people were the first to be on earth ever. The bible say that there was an “Adam and Eve”. No, there was Adam, Eve, Amani and Fassil, Yonas and Nyala but we were separate for a purpose. You see, there is their God and we have our Goddess, Genat. Genat created our kind on the other side of the world because their God couldn’t handle our power. He hated the idea of beings more powerful than him.”, Queen Kamili stated as the dug their toes in the warm toffee sand. Anika said “so, mother. We were able to populate with the male species?” Kamili smiled and said “yes, but only beings like us. Strong, resourceful, and highly intelligent. We used to be guarded by the royal family, the Sahle tribe. They were are protectors and partners before the Serwit tribe. But we had our difference in 1708 due to some issue we do not wish to discuss.” Anika looked on the water with her arms in front then to her mother. “Mother, why am I here?” Kamili looked at her daughter with caring eyes. “the man, you will befriend. He is a good man. He is not like the others we have fed to our kind. Someone I like for you. You need to relax a little, my child. That young man is something special.” Anika turned to her mother and asked “what about the others? What would they think of this issue?” Kamili held Anika’s shoulders and said “ānite merīhi nehi. inesu melikami yihonalu. (You are their leader. They will be fine.)” She smiled and Anika hugged her again. “inē ānichīni iwedachiḫwalehu. (I love you, mother.)” “lijēni iwedachiḫwalehu. kuratenya ina gezhī ādirigenyi. (I love you, my child. Make me proud and rule.)

Anika woke up the next day to realize it was all a dream. Her eyes looked to the sun and she thought of what her mother said and smiled. “Maybe I should give him a chance. As a friend of course.”, she said aloud then saw the time on her clock. It was eleven am and she had to meet Malcolm across Los Angeles at Fox Hills mall. “For the love Genat” she yelled as she ran to the shower then looked inside her closet for something to wear; a paid of Adidas biker shorts, plain red turtleneck crop top, and red converse with a red & black flannel. She wore her hair in high ponytail with two braids out, grabbed her keys and was on her way.

[Elevators (Me & You) by OutKast plays]

She pulled into the crowded parking lot and parked in a spot by the food court. She realized that they never said where to actually meet but when she looked up, Malcolm sat at a nearby table. He wore a pair of red sweats with a black sweater and black Kswiss. He saw her and smiled with a lip bite. He stood as he approached her and said “hey, hope you don’t mind but I just came from class.” She nodded and said “it’s okay. I literally just threw anything on.” He looked her up and down. “You like fly to me, Annie”, he gave a warm smile and she felt hers coming in slowly. They began walking through the mall looking at all the customers running around. “So, Annie. I wanted to actually apologize for not calling. It’s been really busy lately” he said with his arms crossed, looking down at her.

She waved him off and said “it’s fine, Mal. Really. I’ve been busy, too.” He looked down at her, watching her with close eyes again. He watched her lips move as they talked every sweet word. Her eyes were like dark chocolate covered orbs that had a shine to them. Her skin was smooth as if it was touched by A God them self; any God. Her body was a vision that he would to take in all of eternity. She was overall a piece of art and he couldn’t help but just stare. She looked up at him and smiled. “You aight up there”, she asked him. He nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m fine. So, do you have any relatives?” She looked at him then ahead.

“Yeah, I’m the baby of seven women.”

“Whoa. So, no brothers.”

She shook her head. “Nope, what about you?” He smiled and said “I’m actually the youngest of a bunch of men. Just imagine the fights.” He laughed as she looked at him. He was a very handsome man with amazing dark skin, a smile that can make anyone do anything. His arms were tone but not too overbearing. His eyes were like the dark sands that surrounded her royal Ethiopian palace. ‘Why am I thinking like this’ she thought to herself. ‘He is of the human male species and I am an immortal princess who is two hundred years old and also feeds off his brothers’. He looked at her and asked “are you okay, Annie?” She looked at him and said “I’m fine. Just hungry.”

“Well, since we just walkin’ around, let’s hit Denny’s then.”

She smiled and nodded. “We can meet up there.” He nodded once and said “I’ll see ya there. Right down the street, aight?” She smiled. “Okay, Mal.” They walked away each other slowly and surely. He got in his car and couldn’t help but smile as he made his way to Denny’s. He pulled into the parking lot and as he waited his brother called.

“This Mal”, Malcolm said. His brother let out a deep breath and said “hello, Malcolm.”

“Hey, Sal. How’s it going?”

Sal was in his loft in New York city. He was also an attorney; probably the best damned one in all of his law firm. “How is Los Angeles treating you”, he asked his baby brother as he entered his lavish loft. He slipped out his gray tailored coat and placed it on the coat rack before settling in his wooden lounge chair. “It’s cool out here. How is New York , big bro?”

“Fine. Same old. Same old. Have you talk to the other brothers?”

“Nah, why what’s up?”

Sal loosened his tie and said “we will be all going to T’s place for our monthly family gathering. Dad’s wishes before he passed.” Malcolm totally forgot about it until now. His brothers liked to visit him more than anything due to their father’s death. He was scarred after the fact and went through a tough battle with depression. They usually liked to talk about his progress in person but Malcolm never could face him because it felt like they were secretly judging him. “Oh yeah. Okay then. Just lettin’ you know now. I am fine. I am stable.” Sal poured a cup of whiskey into his chilled glass at his kitchen counter. “Yes, I know but it was our father’s wish since you are the last of us. So, we will be there and discuss whatever.” Sal sipped the whiskey and said “aaaah. Smooth. Little brother, we are doing this because we care about your well being. You must stay strong for all of us. We are a team.” Malcolm felt a tear and wiped it with his thumb. “I know, man. I know.”

He turned his head to see Annie’s car pull up to a nearby spot. “Hey, Sal. I’m gonna call when I get back, man.” They said their goodbyes and Mal hopped out to stand by Annie’s door; she smiled and opened her door. They walked in side by side and went to sit at table with two chairs across from each other. He ordered them two chocolate milkshakes and as Anika watched the waitress walk away, she turned back to see Malcolm looking at her. “What”, she asked with a chuckle. He smiled at her and said “nothing. I just feel like, we met before. Is that weird?” She looked into his face still trying to read his mind but she couldn’t. “No, it ain’t. Why do think we met before?”

“Not sure but I feel like maybe in the past we did.” She took a deep breath and felt as if she needed to change the subject. “So, Malcolm. How was your classes today?” The waitress came back with their milkshakes and asked “are you ready to order?” She looked from her menu then at the rose quartz stone on her chain then at the name tag; Idna . “Uh, yes. I’ll just take a cheeseburger with no tomato.”

“I’ll have the same.”

The waiter took the menus and at went to the back. She excused herself to go to the ladies room but before she did, she saw Idna the older white woman go inside. Anika walked in and said “really, sister Ife.” Ife transformed back into herself and smiled. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself and besides, he is kinda cute.” Anika rolled her eyes then asked “how on Genat’s green earth did you know we were here?” Ife looked to the stall, pointed but when Princess Anika went to go open it, no one was inside. When she turned, she saw Chereka standing right behind her as she screamed. “Damn it, warrior Che. Will you please stop that? If I was a human, that would have killed me.” Chereka laughed and apologized. “Any who. Why are with that, young man”, Chereka asked her with a raised brow. Anika walked around her and asked “who is the leader of this tribe, again?” Ife said “you are, Princess Anika.”

“Exactly. So I should not have to explain, my self sister. Anyways, have you heard from the other sisters?”

“Yes, sister Faizah is in Hawaii and have took over two hundred men in the past two years for feeding. Sister Jamila is in Florida and had sent back fifty while sisters Kia and Eshe are back in Brooklyn, New York taking rappers out. And sister Zoya is back home tending to the sick.”

Anika nodded and smiled. “Very good, sister. Let them all know they can rest for now. We have plenty to feed off of for years to come. We need our women to socialize more to seem the less suspicious. You two go back to Texas and have fun.” They heard a toilet flush and a woman walked out to see them with her terrified eyes. Ife transformed back into Idna and looked at Anika as Chereka guarded the door. Ife and Anika’s eyes glowed gold as they lifted their right hands and they said “yetewededikewini yesemachiwini negeri ātirisa. irisiwo bedehina yinoruwotali (Forget what you have heard, dear woman. For you are safe)”. The woman’s mind was completely cleared as Chereka pretended she was going to the stall. Anika said in her hood voice “that skirt is nice as hell, giiiirl”. The woman thanked her as she swung her hair and left. Anika looked to her sister and asked “ihiti āyi’īni be’āfi meficha k’wanik’wa kemenagerachini befīti megenyeti ālichalinimi (You could not check the room before we spoke in their native tongue, Sister Ife?)”. Ife looked to her sister and smiled; Anika patted her shoulder and left back to the table.

Malcolm sat there, patiently waiting while tapping his fingers along the table. “Is everything okay”, he thought to himself. He was starting to think more. “I have never been this protective before so why am I now? What is so different.” He felt something behind him and turned to see Annie walking back. She sat and their milkshakes finally came. She took the straw out, placed it inside hers and swirled the straw around before taking a sip. “I have to her hear talk”, he thought. “Annie, what do you like doing besides being at home?” She looked up at him and said “I like reading. I have a tall bookcase back at my place filled with books. I’ve been reading a lot of books since I was little.”

“For almost two hundred years now” she said to herself in her head.

“What do you like reading? Anything in particular?”

She smiled after taking another sip. “I, uh, really like fantasy, poetry, science fiction, anything that will make me want to stay up for hours in my pajamas and just read all day. What about you?” Malcolm sipped his and said “I like to paint and sculpt. I also am a photographer. I just take randoms pictures of certain areas around LA.” She was so interested in him. It was like he was not at all like the other men she had dealt with. He was … different; the food came and they ate. “So, how long have you been into art for?”

“Since I was younger. My father was also into and taught me a few things.”

“What about your mother?” Malcolm looked at her, away then back at her and said “I never knew my mother. My father remarried a lot so my brothers and I have different moms. I heard she passed when she gave birth to me.” Anika looked up at him with saddened eyes; she felt awful for bringing this up to him. “I, I’m sorry, Mal. I didn’t-”. He held up his left hand and said “it’s okay, Annie. You just asked a question and I decided to be honest with the answer. We good. Don’t trip.” He smiled and she returned a small one. “So, Annie. I was thinkin’ if you would like to go hang out sometimes. We can go to the beach or something. You can read and I can just take photos all day.”

“When will you like to go” she asked with a smile. “Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I have a pretty tight schedule for next week but I would really like to sew you again”, that smile he gave her tugged at her heart strings. She felt like the world was in that smile and she couldn’t help but say..

“I’m down. Wanna meet there?”

“I was thinking. I can pick you up. We can get to know each other more.”

She didn’t usually let humans near her home but for some reason, she was fine with him coming to her. What was happening? “Sure. Call me tomorrow and I’ll give you the address.” They sat with smiles on their faces and eventually ended up back home. Anika kicked her shoes off and looked upon her bookcase to see what to read; her heart chose “Romeo and Juliet.” She made a cup of tea, sat in the middle of her bed with legs crossed and opened to Scene II; Capulet’s Garden.

“Juliet. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night; It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!”

She continued to read as her eyes became heavy and looked to her clock that was eight pm, now was midnight. She placed her finished cup and bookmarked novel on her bed side table and lied her head on her pillow until her eyes had shut into a deep slumber.

Her eyes opened to a stream of pink and blue shaded water beneath her feet. She wore the same garment from the last she saw her mother. Queen Kamili was picking her child’s afro puffs with a golden pick. “widē lijē. zarēwinu irefiti newoti (My sweet child. Have you enjoyed your rest today)?” Anika smiled up to her mother and said “āwo, nigisiti. āmeseginalehu (Yes, I have. Thank you, Queen Mother.)” Queen Kamili said “be’irigit’i yihi liji be’irigit’i yeteleye newi, negeri gini t’atiwoni belayu layi mech’emeri āyichilimi (This child is indeed different but I can not seem to put my finger on it.)”. They sat as she continued to put an ancient oil in Anika’s hair.

“li‘iliti ānīka, yezīhi gosa merī talak’i neshi ina ānite lezelalemi inidemitalifi āwik’alehu. āhuni mayeti ichilalehu. bek’iribu, ānite ina lēlochu inidegena yemebazati ina hizibochachini ke’inya gari inidegena līnoruti yichilalu. inēni inidefet’erinyi lēlochini desitenya tihonalehi. ye’irisiwo wibeti ina t͟s’ega irisiwo kemīyawik’uti belayi lēlochini yanesasutali. (Princess Anika, you are a great leader of this tribe and I know you will lead for all of eternity. I can see it now. Soon, you and the others will be able to reproduce again and our people may live again along with us. You will make others happy like you have made me. Your beauty and grace will inspire others more than you know.)”, Kamili said as she rested her hands on her child’s chin. Anika looked at her mother and fell into her hands; feeling safe and wanted in her warm touch.

Meanwhile at Malcolm’s, he was in a pair of his painter jeans and shirtless with his feet on a plastic tarp covering the whole floor underneath him. He seem to not be tired as he began working on a new piece; too eager for what God knows what. He stood in front of canvas that started from the top of his ceiling to the floor. He stared at the beginning of his new creation and thought that even though it was not nearly done, he knew it will be beautiful once finished. He looked into the painting and smiled at what he knew will be breathtaking.

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hexiewrites · 7 years

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im a fanfiction writer too-- do you have any tips on getting people to read? I've posted about my work a few times but no one has read it yet??

hi other fanfiction writer friend! look how many of us there are. :D

this is a tricky one. warning up front: i am going to ramble a lot that’s what I do okay? okay, some big things to begin:

summaries are so so so so so important. don’t devalue your work, don’t say “it’s better than it sounds”. make it sound good. if you’re not sure, ask a friend, find a beta, whatever. it matters more than almost anything else.

on ao3, tags matter too!!!

the ship you’re writing for will SERIOUSLY influence the number of hits you get (I post almost exclusively on ao3, so, I’m just gonna go by my numbers and stuff there):

for example. I posted four fics on ao3 the same day (jan 11, so what… almost two weeks ago?), uploading them off tumblr.

the first is draco/ginny/blaise au, and currently has 74 hits, 7 kudos, and 1 comment (from an amazing reader who reads and comments on most of what I post!

the second is a flintwood soulmate fic, that has 231 hits, 30 kudos, and 3 comments (one from the same reader as above, and one from the lovely mxrcusflint)

the third is a ginny/blaise au that has 38 hits, 2 kudos, and no comments.

my two stories with the most hits are both dramione. one is a multi-chapter wip that I update twice a week. this is key for getting lots of hits because ao3 auto-sorts in the search field by update date, so it’s getting a lot of “air time” near the top of a search if people put in dramione. dramione is also a major ship. and, if you break that down by the number of chapters I have so far, it’s still only about ~370 hits per chapter.

the second has been on ao3 for now like, two years, so it’s had a lot more time to rack up hits.

TLDR: bigger ships like dramione & drarry are more likely to get hits than rare pairs like ginny/blaise. long multi chapter fics that update regularly are more likely to get more hits than one shots.

having a tumblr has been a huge way I’ve drawn people to read my stuff!!! there are lots of much bigger better blogs than me that have given great advice about how to get more followers (petuniaevans I think is a good place to start?).

you have to tag well. tag first with the ship name. then i tag with, let’s use flintwood as an example. so I would tag “flintwood, marcus x oliver, oliver x marcus, hp fanfiction, harry potter”. the first five tags are the most important on tumblr so pay attention to those that you have at least tagged hp fanfiction and the ship name.

if you’re writing slytherin/gryffindor ships, tag slytherdornet! we will reblog your posts and that’s like, a LOT more people who are gonna see your content

if you’re writing a hp rare pair of any kind, tag hprarepairnet! same deal as above! find nets to tag and tag em!

if you’re writing something you think someone will like, tag them! i am bad at doing this bc I get stressed but it is a good way to make sure people don’t miss your stuff

the time of day you post matters. I am unemployed and seem to post at weird times like, the lunch hour or after midnight. i never get any notes on those. shamelessly reblog yourself!!! people have busy dashes and might miss it the first time around. schedule it if you want. don’t forget the tags. reblog at popular times, like. after dinner hour, and then don’t forget time zones. literally just keep… reblogging yourself…

make it easy for people to find your work. make a masterlist page. tag everything well.

make friends with people who ship your ships!!!

I literally cannot stress this enough

having a team of great supportive friends in your ship makes a world of difference

part of why i have fallen so hard into flintwood is because I have met some amazing people who inspire me daily with their edits and fics and our messenger conversations

they also reblog my stuff and i reblog theirs and that increases viewership? also like? I want their brilliant writing on my blog because it deserves readers too.

(shoutout to @flintwoodandco / @oliverwvvd / @mxrcusflint / @marcusflintwood / @dramione84 / @nymphadoraholtzmann and so many others)

also then you have friends??? which is great!!!!! yay friends!

reblog peoples stuff. follow them. review their fics. if you want, send a message! apply for networks if they come up. idk how to make friends but like… I believe in you!!! be friendly!

I wouldn’t suggest like, messaging someone for a promo… but you could if you felt comfortable!

keep writing. keep writing and producing and hopefully one day you will get the readers you deserve

okay this got REALLY out of hand sorry sorry I hope some of this helped!

(it still baffles me that people as me for advice??? but i love it i am always happy to try and help with rambly comments!!)

#anon asks #ask questions #blacklist if needed!#not harry potter #hex gives advice #fanfiction related #advice #shout out to all my squads i love yall #<3

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josephstoontown · 7 years

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A Rainbow of Emotions, Ch. I

Chapter I of A Rainbow of Emotions, a Joseph's ToonTown story.

So, alright. I wrote things the way I did, in this story, for a reason. Just, keep in mind, my interpretation of certain characters may not accurately reflect either the actual characters themselves or how I actually feel about them.

Word count: 5,712 – Character count: 32,116 Originally written: December 27th, 2016 Revised on: Auguast 13th, 2017

After seeing something she shouldn't have, Lola seeks shelter the storm-clouds of her mind… as well as the ones overhead.

Lola Bunny, Walter Bunny, The Looney Tunes Show, and related characters and properties created by and © Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. Pops, Pop's Moon Palace, Johnny Bravo, and related characters and properties created by Van Partible and © Turner Broadcasting System

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Deep in the heart of the Warner District of ToonTown sat a small place off the beaten path. A colorful sign on a large column sat behind the main building, the name of “Pop’s Moon Palace” clearly visible on the vaguely spherical display. The building itself had a somewhat unusual design and didn't look much like an eatery. If anything, it almost looked like a motor lodge. Still, the smell of hot-cooked meals could be smelled by nearby potential patrons and passersby alike. The building was more than just a diner, however…

“Another Tipsy Carrot, please…”

A somewhat large, balding man in a spotted bow-tie stood behind a bar, casually rubbing a glass clean with his apron. He’d looked toward the speaking patron with a sneer. “I’m not really sure I should do that. You look like you’ve had plenty!” The customer looked up from her half-collapsed position on the bar, red cracks showing in her eyes. She had one hand on a near-empty glass with a carrot top in it. Sat nearby were about three more glasses like that one in varying states of emptiness.

“Just… one more, okay, Pops?” she quietly requested. “You know I can afford it…” “Eeh, that’s not the problem…” The man, whose name was apparently Pops, sat the cleaned glass down and crossed his large forearms over his chest. “The problem is… you’re drunk. Really drunk. I bet you can’t even sit up, can you?” The patron rubbed her cheek against the bar, giving a grumble before responding. “I like the bar better… It makes my head hurt less than sitting up.” “Geez… I haven’t seen you like this since that Bugs fiasco.” Pops gave a frown of genuine concern. “How’d you even get like this, Lola?” “It’s a long story, Pops…” the rabbit replied. “Eeh, I’ve got nothin’ but time… Most people seem like they wanna go to one’a those fancy chain restaurants they keep buildin’ than come here. But, enough about me!” The balding man lowered himself to eye-level, resting his arms on the bar. “What’s got you feelin’ so low, kiddo?” The orangey rabbit gave a long, labored sigh…

“Alright, so there’s this guy I like,” she said, sitting up and sounding perfectly sober. “I met him at the library and–” “Hold on a second now…” Pops said as he straightened up. “It’s not Bugs again, is it?” “What?” Lola gave a blink of her bloodshot eyes. “No. But, I like him, too!” “Hmm… Alright.” “Anyway…” she continued, “he’s super-nice and really cute. He’s also a really good kisser…” “Eh, aren’t they all? Heh!” “What?” She blinked at that statement. “No. I’ve dated a few people who were pretty bad at kissing.” “Sorry,” Pops said as he took a rag and started wiping the bar. “Just thinkin’ out loud.”

“Well, anyway… I like this guy a lot! He’s not like some of the guys I’ve dated. And, just between you and me…?” Lola leaned over the bar, whispering to Pops with her hand to the side of her mouth. “He’s an alien from outer space!” “An E.T, eh?” The man gave Lola a suspicious look. “Ya sure he’s not just pullin’ the wool over your eyes, cottontail?” “Well, I mean, he had a really big backstory when he told me…” “People can make a lot of stuff up, kiddo. Why, just the other day, I had a guy come in here claiming he was th’ real Mickey Mouse an’ that Disney’s usin’ a puppet at th’ House of Mouse! Gotta admit… if it wasn’t fer th’ high heels an’ beat-up face, he did look and even sound a lot like good ol’ Mick! But, eh, he was just some down-on-his-luck hobo lookin’ t’ make a quick buck. Gave me my money’s worth, too… Heh heh heh.” Lola gave another blink. Pops had a fairly unsettling grin on his face…

“Well…” she continued again, “we really hit-it-off during the April Fool’s fair and just kinda kept hanging out from then on!” “He kiss ya on the Ferris wheel?” Pops asked. “What? No. He kissed me in his bed.” “Oh-ho-ho-ho!! Maybe we ought’a save this story fer after-hours!” The rabbit gave a confused blink. Pops had that grin on his face, again… “My point is that he’s super-nice and super-sweet and I was pretty sure he liked me! At least… until today.” “Oh?’” Pops prompted. “Something happened…” “Did he make a move on ya you weren’t expectin’?” The rabbit tilted her head. “You could say that… But, it wasn’t on me.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, it was on another friend of his.” “I think I see where this is headed…” Pops’ grin returned… though, it wasn’t quite as creepy as the last two. He crossed his arms over his chest again before leaning on the bar and giving the rabbit girl a friendly look.

“I bet you caught him cheatin’ on ya with this ‘friend,’ right?” “We’re not together,” was Lola’s immediate response. “Yer not?” She shook her head, giving an audible denial. “Well then, what’s th’ problem?” “Problem?” She gave a blink. “Yeah!” Pops turned to face her directly. “You came in here an’ started orderin’ drinks like th’ world was comin’ to an end tomorrow! You even settled down on th’ bar all quiet-like. I just figured somethin’ was wrong!” “Oh, that?” She gave a bright smile. “I just like Tipsy Carrots. They’re really good! But, they make me kinda sleepy…” Pops gave a blink of his beady, black eyes as Lola yawned, stretching on the stool.

“So wait a minute…” the man said a moment later. “If yer not datin’ this guy… an’ he doesn’t have ya down… then, why’d’ja bring ‘im up in th’ first place?” “Oh!” The rabbit perked, then smiled. “Because, I like talking about my friends with you! You’re a really good listener.” “I see…” “Plus, I’m really not sure if I should like him or not!” “Well? What’s the problem?” “I think he’s dating his roommate’s girlfriend,” she said like it wasn’t a big deal. “How d’ya figure?” “Because I saw them together.” “And?” “In bed.” “Oh?” Pops gave a blink… then his eyes opened wide. “Oh…! I see!” “Yeah… so did I,” she replied. “I could see just about everything… I could hear everything, too! They really should have locked that window if they were gonna do that. I think she really liked what he was doing, too…” The man gave a blink, noticing a change in her disposition. Her eyelids were starting to lower and her neutral face had become just a little upset. She also started fidgeting with the collar and chest of her turquoise dress. It didn’t take much guesswork to tell that what she’d seen bothered her…

“Ya snooze, ya lose, I guess!” he said with a laugh that snapped Lola out of her funk. “What?” “Seems t’me that you waited too long and got this handsome fella stolen right out from under yer cute little nose, kiddo!” He laughed again, returning to wiping the counter as he continued. “Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened and sure won’t be th’ last!” “I don’t follow,” the rabbit honestly responded. “What do you mean?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Pops paused to grin at her. “You’re in love, cottontail!” “What? I’m not in love…” was her reply… before she asked, “am I?” “You don’t sound too sure! But, in this ol’ greasy-spooner’s opinion, it does sound like a classic case of watchin’ ‘n waitin’ fer too long. I mean, if ya saw your beau in bed with some other babe… well, ya know.” Lola gave a visible wince at that, fidgeting with her dress a little more. After a moment of listening to Pops laugh, however, her expression turned strangely indifferent.

“He can do what he wants,” she told Pops with quick words. “I’m not his keeper. If he wants to fool around with someone else’s girlfriend, that’s his problem.” Her eyes narrowed… “And, I hope it comes back to bite him in the tail.” “Hey now,” Pops said with a look of concern. “Is that the Tipsy Carrots talking, or…?” “Doesn’t matter,” she coolly said as she reached for her miniature purse. “How much do I owe you, Pops?” “Well, with your current tab, about a hundred bucks plus change!” He gave a scowl. “I know yer good fer it, Lola, but–” He found himself interrupted as the girl slammed a handful of cash on to the bar. “Keep the change,” she muttered before standing up. “I’ll see ya…”

All Pops could do was stare, baffled and somewhat concerned, as Lola casually walked out the door of his diner. That is… until he started counting the money she’d left behind. “A hundred-fifty plus… I should give some’a this back. But on the other hand, she did say ‘keep the change…’” He grinned to himself. “Wonder if that Mickey look-alike’s still in the neighborhood… I feel like bein’… ‘charitable.’ Heh heh heh…” –––––

Lola patiently stood at the bus terminal down the road, waiting… and thinking… That was a bad idea, she thought, handing Pops all my money like that. I don’t think I have enough to get a room tonight… but, I don’t want to sleep out in the park. I might be crazy… but, I’m not stupid! Her head turned as she saw bus number 45 coming her way in the distance. The 45… That bus runs right by… there… I could stay there tonight, without paying a dime… But… do I really want to go back… there? The rabbit gave a blink. Something had struck one of her ears. She looked up just in time to get sprayed in the face by a storm-front that had slipped in under her radar. Well… I guess that answers that… With a mutter, she took shelter from the rain under the bus stop’s meager enclosure. Thankfully, the 45 pulled up not too long after.

I can’t believe I’m this desperate, she thought as she popped a bus token into the transport’s cash box. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been back there… The lightly moistened rabbit made her way to the back of the bus as she thought. I wonder if they even remember me… She paused… then, she scowled at herself. I wonder what about me they remember… The bus took off a moment later, heading to its next stop.

Lola couldn’t help but wonder if there were any alternatives to where she was heading as the bus drove around the Warner district. She racked her brain trying to come up with one… but, to no avail. She didn’t really have that many friends willing to put her up for a night and she knew she didn’t have enough money to pay for a room even at the worst hotel… Sleeping out in the open was well out-of-the-question and going back to Joseph’s after what she saw… didn’t seem ideal. In the end… it seemed like she was completely out of options. I just hope they’ll let me stay the night… she thought with a sigh.

The ride to her stop took longer than she’d expected. They’d made several stops in-between, causing the bus to fall slightly behind schedule. It also didn’t help that the weather had gotten almost impossible to navigate. It had started raining cats-and-dogs – literally – which made the bus driver especially cautious. Lola was very thankful by the time it stopped. It also seemed like it couldn’t have picked a better time…

“Blanc Drive!” the bus driver announced. Lola reached up and gave the signal cord a pull in response. A moment later, the bus came to a stop and the rabbit made her way out. “Get somewhere warm quick, alright, miss? It’s nasty out there!” “I will,” she told the driver. “Thanks.”

Lola gave a sigh as she used her purse like a makeshift umbrella. It wasn’t terribly effective… but, at least it gave her some protection from the rain. What a great night to be doing this… she mentally muttered to herself. Well… I’d better get going. No sense in catching a cold out here. With that thought in her head, she began walking to the west from the bus stop. She knew she had a long walk ahead of her, since the closest bus stop to her desired location was a good mile away… but, given her options, it was the one that made the most sense to her.

Blanc Drive seemed like a nice enough stretch of road. The block she’d started from – a section nestled between Messick Road and Welker Avenue – was a small place which housed a mix of residential and business property. There was one market on the corner closest to Welker Avenue that she liked, in particular – a small, strangely nameless store run by a small, Chinese-looking ‘toon she didn’t know the name of. She could always count on him for decent prices on common goods if she were in the neighborhood. However, she wasn’t going there, that night, and continued walking on by.

After trekking for a good fifteen minutes through the rain and occasional mud, Lola eventually found herself standing outside of a large, two-story house sitting a good distance away from any main roads. Even in the rain, the place looked remarkably good for being an older, wood-crafted building. The outside of the house was surrounded by a white, picket fence, set back several yards around the perimeter. The house itself seemed made of solid, white planks of wood while the roof rose up at an angle, sloping toward the back of the acreage. She could see a familiar-looking rose garden in one area of the yard as well as a nice, hearty carrot patch stretching out from behind the garage to the right. It didn’t seem like much had changed since her last visit…

Well… she thought, here it is. But, do I really want to– A sudden crack of lightning made her jump. “I’m going, Mr. Storm, I’m going!” she shouted at the sky, hopping the fence and running to the porch. Though, all things considered, she was glad to finally be out of the rain. For a moment, she considered just camping-out on the porch itself. Surely, the people inside wouldn’t notice her if she just spent the night there… “Ha-choo!” Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me… she mentally muttered. The shiver that followed her sneeze seemed to confirm her thought. She was going to catch a cold if she stayed out there… or, maybe even something worse! As much as she hated the idea of staying in that cozy little house… it seemed like she really didn’t have any other choice. Plus, she’d made it that far, already… and so, she took a deep breath, raised a finger to the doorbell… and gave it a ring.

The seconds passed slowly as Lola waited, her clothes and fur dripping and her body shaking. Was it from the cold, horrible weather, though? She wasn’t sure… All she knew was that, in a matter of moments, she’d be greeted by the main reason she’d hated that place… and, with her lack of options, she would just have to grin and bear it.

After a long while, her ears caught the sound of a latch, followed by a lock, being undone. She took a step back and watched as the door opened just wide enough to reveal… “Hi, daddy…” she said with an awkward grin. “Can I come in? It’s kinda wet out here…” A single eye narrowed from between the door and the jamb. The door closed a moment later, leaving Lola to stare in confusion as nothing happened for several moments more… Eventually, though, she heard the chain of the door become unlatched… and, she watched the door open all the way. “Come in, come in,” said a masculine figure standing much taller than Lola. “Don’t drip on the carpet, dear. Here’s a towel.” “Thanks, dad…” the rabbit said, accepting the towel with a skittish smile. The strong-looking rabbit-man closed the door as Lola began to dry herself.

“So, what brings you back here at this hour, Lola?” he said as he started to rummage through a small cabinet set against a nearby wall. “Oh, you know…” Lola began as she toweled off, “I was just in the neighborhood… thought I’d drop by, unannounced… say ‘Hi’ to you and Mom… Is Mom here?” “She went to spend some time with a friend who lives in Georgia,” her father said. “Oh…” She draped the towel over her shoulders with a frown. “That’s… that’s too bad.” “But I’ll make sure to let her know you dropped by. Unless, of course…” he said, turning toward her with a small glass of amber-colored liquid in his hand, “you’d prefer we keep this visit between you and I.” The female rabbit’s eyes lowered and she looked away. She knew what that tone meant…

“What’s the real reason you’re here, Lola?” he asked in an accusatory tone. “Did you get caught stalking another, more successful actor?” “I’m successful…” she quietly defended. “And, no. I just… um…” “Let me guess,” continued before taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve run out of money?” “I have money…” “Then, what brings you here? If you have money, why not head to a motel? Or, better yet,” he continued, his tone turning more hostile, “why not save your money and get a nice apartment? I’m sure with your line of work, you can afford a fairly good one.” “Wh… what’s that supposed to mean?” she nervously asked. “Nothing, nothing…” The male took another sip of his beverage. “I only assumed you made some good money doing whatever it is you do. What are you up to these days? I would hate to think my little girl was doing something her own parents would be ashamed of...” Although he’d said that, Lola knew better…

“Why do you always assume I’m doing something bad to get money?” she asked. “For all you know, I could have a nice job at a place like Tiana’s. But, even when you ask, you’d rather just assume. Like always.” “Well, you’ve never given your mother or I any reason to assume you’re anything more than a filthy street urchin, dear. That is, after all, the life you’ve chosen…” Lola narrowed her eyes, her face turning as stormy as the weather outside.

“See, this is why I don’t come by very often,” she said, gesturing one hand toward her father. “You always do this!” The taller rabbit finished his drink before turning to pour another. “Do what, exactly?” he casually asked. “Think about all the poor choices my baby girl made in her life?” “If only!” she said in a raised voice, finally walking into the room proper. “No, every time I come over, it’s always ‘disrespectful’ this and ‘shameful’ that… You act like you’ve never made a bad choice in your life!” “I haven’t.” The smug look on her father’s face as he turned her way made her blood boil…

“Even before Warner terminated our contracts, I invested the money your mother and I had made in proper stocks… diversified our funds, paid close attention to the market… and, here we are. Living comfortably with more-than-enough money to pay for our expenses. Granted, it’s still a far cry from the Country Club lifestyle we portrayed on our show…” The rabbit lowered his head, giving his daughter a snide sort of grin. “But, at least we’re not forced to perform unscrupulous acts just to get-by.” Lola’s face curled into a horrible, ugly scowl, her eyes starting to water. Even though she knew what to expect from her judgmental father… it still hurt to hear him say such things.

“Why do you always say things like that…?!” she squeaked, barely able to keep from yelling at him. “Because…” he said, still wearing that grin as he walked toward her, “I know you. You haven’t got two pennies to rub together nor the skill with which to earn them. Now, you may not be the prettiest thing out there… but, I’m sure there are some depraved lowlifes out there would be perfectly happy to… help… a girl-in-need, such as yourself.” The paternal rabbit took a long sip of his drink, walking around his tensed daughter. She seemed like she was somewhere between bursting into tears… and laying him out with a right hook to his smug, superior face. “It really is a shame,” he said with a chuckle. “Your mother and I were hoping for so much more than some no-class vagrant girl… But, with the way you went through your savings, I suppose it was inevitable! If only you’d bothered to listen to us instead of spending all your time stalking that rabbit boy and partying…” He reached over, trying to nudge her head up. She immediately pulled away, keeping her eyes clenched and biting down on her bottom lip. “Then, you wouldn’t be the blemish you are on our good family name…” The rabbit walked into the living room, walking behind a couch and giving a sigh. “If it wasn’t for you, maybe your mother and I would be more well-to-do. If it wasn’t for you, we might have connections… powerful ones… If it wasn’t for you–” “You’re the blemish…”

The tall, grey-haired rabbit jolted, staring at his daughter as she spoke up. “I beg your par–” “I said, you’re the blemish!!” she shouted, giving him a hate-filled look. “Don’t you dare raise your voice to me, young lady!” He stomped back over to his daughter with a threatening look on his own face. “I helped bring you into this world and I can certainly help remove you from it!” “You didn’t do anything, Walter!” Once again, the taller figure was taken aback. “Excuse you, Lola?! What did you call me?!” “Walter!” she spat, the anger in her face continuing to grow. She was scowling at him, stood hunched-over with her fists clenched and tears rolling down her face. “Don’t you dare talk to your father that way!” Walter brought his dominant hand back, swinging at his daughter’s face. However… “You’re no father of mine…” Lola wasn’t having any of that.

“Let… go of me!” the taller figure said, tugging on his arm. “Let go of me this instant!” Lola had a vice-like grip on his wrist… and, it didn’t seem like she was going to let go anytime soon. “No.” “No…?” Walter narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean, ‘no?!’” “I’m done here. I’m done with this place… done with you! I’m sick of your abuse!” He gave a sneer, glaring down at his daughter. She wasn’t even bothering to look at him, anymore… He didn’t deserve her full attention, as far as she was concerned.

“You think you’re so high-and-mighty just because you know how to play the stock market, don’t you, Walter?” Hearing his name come from his own daughter made his temper flare. Once again, he tried to yank himself free… and, he succeeded! He gave his sore wrist a rub as he watched Lola slowly walk away from him, her back turned and her voice unsettlingly calm. “You kept an eye on how things went… Invested low, sold high… Good for you. I’m proud – I really am. Want to know what I’ve been doing since my last job?” He didn’t really care… but, for some reason, he just let her keep talking. “I’ve been living out on the streets of ToonTown, making money by playing people at games. I’ve held up in this motel room when I had the money or that flop-house if I thought I was going to have the money for it… or, sometimes, I just curled up under a park bench, cold, alone, and scared. Yes, scared, Walter. I live every day scared that I won’t have enough money for the next day. Yeah, I might put on a smile and make jokes… but, Walter… Inside, I’m just a scared little girl who’s afraid of what will happen when her luck finally runs out.”

Lola turned back, tears still falling from her black eyes as she looked at him. She didn’t seem quite as angry as she had been earlier… but, Walter could tell she was still angry enough. With that in mind, he decided to let her keep talking…

“You don’t know what it’s like, do you, Walter?” she calmly asked, not looking for a response. “You don’t know what it’s like, always being afraid that someone’s going to hurt you�� take your money… or do something far worse… And, why should you?” She gave a hollow chuckle and a shrug. “You and mom have it made! A nice, cozy house in the suburbs… plenty of things to keep you distracted… and, of course, a nice, steady income from gambling with your stocks.” She gave another chuckle, crossing her arms and smiling. “You don’t know a thing about what it’s been like for me. You didn’t make the same mistakes I did with your money… and, even now, I really hope you never do. But, Walter?” Lola closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head before continuing. “Just because you don’t understand the life I live… just because I made some mistakes that lead me down this one-way street… doesn’t give you the right to judge me the way you always do – especially when mom’s not around.” She turned her back to the taller figure again, taking those few extra steps toward the door. It seemed like she was just about to leave when she paused…

“I meant what I said, by the way…” Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. The disdain for him had returned to her face… “You’re didn’t do anything. At least, you didn’t bring me into this world.” Walter’s brow furrowed in anger. “What is that supposed to mean…?” Lola gave another hollow chuckle… then sighed. “I’m a ‘toon, Walter. I wasn’t born… I was designed. I was designed by the same people who made you. Difference being… I was my own character. You, on the other hand…” His brow furrowed again… as if processing her words. “You and… yes, mom, as well… You were made to give Bugs someone to be funny with. The whole ‘over-protective father’ thing is sooo cliché… but, it still works for both kids and adults to this day. Sure, you and mom had your own personalities… but, at the end of the day? You guys were just comic foils.” The taller figure’s brow shifted a third time. “Still, though… they made me for a specific purpose, too – to play opposite the real star: Bugs Bunny. Once the series was done and our contacts expired… I was nothing to Warner.” She offered a wicked grin to the male. “But, if I was nothing… then, I guess that makes you less than nothing. Huh… ‘dad?’”

With that weight finally lifted off her chest, she gave a long sigh and turned the doorknob. “Tell mom I said ‘Hi,’ Walter,” she commented as she took a step toward the raging storm. “Or, maybe… just do like you said and ‘keep this between us.’ I still like her… but, you?” Lightning flashed as Lola took one last look back. “You’re no father of mine. You’re just a mean, cruel, judgmental man who’s great with the stock market but is too wrapped-up in his own perfect little world to realize when to be a parent… much less what it means to be one. And, with that, I say…” She gave him one last, teary-eyed scowl… “Goodbye… Walter.” And then, she was gone. –––––

I still can’t believe that happened…!

Joseph was all grins as he reclined on the couch of his apartment. Even though he had work the next morning, he was far too excited to sleep, thoughts of the day’s events still playing on-repeat in his head.

And, what I really can’t believe, he continued to think, was that Woody… didn’t kill me. He wasn’t mad… heck, he wasn’t even surprised! In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say he knew what was going on between Winnie and I the whole time… which… may be the case, now that I think about it. Winnie had no reason to hide it from him. They’re in a… eh… ‘semi-open’ relationship? I’m just lucky Woody likes me, though. I’m sure if I’d been someone stranger… or, someone he didn’t like… he probably wouldn’t have been so jokey about it. Still though… the fox thought with a shiver… When Winnie started telling him about our day after he came home, I just about jumped out of my skin! It hadn’t even dawned on me that she’d tell him outright the first chance she got! I mean… she was kinda subtle about telling him… but, she did tell him! Right in front of me, no less!

His thoughts turned back to a few hours prior. Woody had just eaten the dinner Winnie made and was feeling pretty good. Joseph remembered being on the far end of the couch when his lady friend sat on the coffee table and told Woody she’d wanted to talk. He remembered feeling like his fur was going to pop right off in fright as she ran familiar “what-if” scenarios by her boyfriend… most of which, they actually had done, that day! He then recalled his heart almost leave his chest when she asked, “What would you say if those ‘what-ifs…’ weren’t…?”

I almost can’t believe Woody actually congratulated me! he thought with an odd sort of smirk. I mean… he said he wants to watch next time… what a perv! Still, though… he was fine with it! Really, truly fine! The fox gave a happy sigh. That woodpecker… Both of those woodpeckers… They’re crazy… Crazy-awesome…

After a moment, Joseph reached over to the coffee table, setting his glasses down and retrieving the TV remote. He decided he’d spent enough time reminiscing and should get some sleep. He had a long day of dish-washing ahead of him, after all… Oh, geez…! he thought as a crack of thunder caught his ears. I really hope it doesn’t keep raining like this, tomorrow… I could have Woody drive me… but, I really don’t want to ride in his little car again. I mean… it does beat walking… especially in this… but, man is it cramped. He murmured, shuffling down against the couch and pulling a blanket over his body. Well, I guess I’ll worry about that, tomorrow. No sense giving it any thought, now… He murmured again, his eyes drifting shut. I feel bad for anyone that does have to be out in that weather, though…

Suddenly, his ears picked up on a different sound. A slight rapping on wood? It was soft… but, certainly audible. When he’d heard it a second time, though… I really doubt someone is here at this hour… he thought. But, I’d better make sure…

After putting on some pants and his glasses, the fox undid the deadbolt lock on the apartment door, keeping the chain attached just-in-case. There was no sense in being reckless, after all… Slowly, he pulled the door open… only to jolt at what he saw. “L… Lola?!” Standing on the other side of the door was the waterlogged form of one Lola Bunny. Her fur was drooping and dripping, making a mess on the hardwood floor of the hallway, her damp, platinum hair was covering her eyes, and even her normally-springy dress seemed to sag on her thin frame. Yet, despite all of that… she wore her usual cheerful smile.

“What in the Void are you doing here at this hour, Lola…?” Joseph asked. “And… why are you so wet? What’d you do? Walk here?” “I may have…” she said with a grin. “Can I come in?” “I… yeah,” he answered before withdrawing. A moment later, he brought the soggy bunny a large towel. “Just, ya know… keep it quiet. Woody’s trying to sleep.” “Caaan do!” she happily exclaimed. “Oop– I mean… can do…” Joseph shook his head before finally letting her in.

“Seriously, Lola…” he said as he watched her dry herself, “what are you doing here? It’s like… almost 1 AM! Who visits at 1 AM…?” “I do, obviously!” she quietly giggled. “Well, at least you came in through the door, for once…” The fox gave a blink, ears perking as he realized… “Wait. You came in through the door.” “Yeah? So?” Lola politely asked as she worked on her hair. “You… never come in through the door. You said you like climbing the ladder up to the fire escape scaffolding, which is kind of odd for most being… but, regardless–” “Can I stay here tonight, Joseph?” she suddenly asked. Once again, the fox was caught off-guard. “What… what did you call me?” he suddenly asked. “‘Joseph?’” she replied, a confused look on her face. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” “Well, yeah, but…” His ears fell back. “I… don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me that before… It sounds kinda… weird… after all the ‘Jojos’ and ‘Mr. Foxes’, really…” He was chuckling… but, all she could offer with a slight, amused murmur. “Lola…?” he asked, growing more concerned. “Is everything alright?” “I’m just… really tired,” she reassured. “And, maybe a little drunk off Tipsy Carrots. Busy night! I’m gonna go sleep in the tub… ‘kay?” “I… sure…?” The fox gave a frown as she walked by him. He’d thought about offering her the couch… but, given how distant she was being so suddenly, he decided not to argue, figuring that maybe, after a night’s rest, she’d be more talkative. If only he’d know what she’d been through…

Lola’s eyes closed as she thought about the night, making herself comfortable. Removing her soaked garments or dying her fur seemed so very distant from her mind… She didn’t want to come back to that place… but, in her mind… Joseph was still the only one she could count on.

Even if he didn’t care for her… like she did for him.

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