#meanwhile there's this other guy fighting for his fucking life because the grief he felt over his son dying in his arms to a drunk driver-

[anothermonikan]

Guys not to be judgemental but like. does Saw get good again. genuinely.

#I just finished 4 and hm....I thought 3 was pretty meh #4 is maybe slightly less meh but still pretty meh #I liked 1 and 2 a lot! #but idk. I think John is bad actually and he doesn't actually care about giving meaning to people's lives or whatever #It was kind of believable up until like. the reveal that he was testing Amanda #Because like. oh no you tried to kill a cop who planted evidence on you and ruined your life :(( that's so bad that makes u a murderer!!! #meanwhile there's this other guy fighting for his fucking life because the grief he felt over his son dying in his arms to a drunk driver- #-was a little too violent :((( and he needs to learn to forgive people :(( like what. #Dude didn't even actually hurt anyone either he was just griefstrucken. what #I really hope that's the intended reading. the reason why 4 was a little less meh is because it lent towards that more #Like. very hypocritical of him to be like 'You need to forgive!!' to a guy who lost his son to a drunk driver #When he himself started this thing because his wife's unborn child was accidentally killed by someone. what #Only you can be upset about losing your (unborn mind you) child??? what??? #I feel like most of the deaths and stuff in saw 3 where like. the victims were way more like. complicated. #so a lot of them just felt like really unjustified. which is kind of the point I get that Amanda was just killing people. #But it was still a weird shift aha... the only person who deserved to die in saw 3 really was the cop #In saw 4 I was like. Yeah kill them! for more of the deaths . but then it was also complicated because it was a cop doing it. #And also that trap with the wife and husband like. like Oh yeah your husband beat you and your child #But you really gotta appreciate your freedom! so you're impaled with the same spikes your husband is and you gotta pull them out! #like. what. they treat Jill so bad as well it was kind of annoying. but I'm pretty sure that was on purpose #asdfhsdhsdhds #sorry I should like. finish the series before posting about it #Android.txt

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see? #Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

[theprodigypenguin]

Percy and Oliver were each others only roommates for seven years because they had no gryffindor boys in their year (the war so kids died or were never born) and like they absolutely had something going on put Percy fell for Penny and they still had this weird thing and then Percy and Audrey happened and then the divorce and Percy and Oliver were still friends and then became even closer and still ha this thing which just like turned into them being married even if they didn’t realize it at first

First of all it took me forever to confirm that Oliver and Percy were the same age. It seems like they are, I remember that in GoF Oliver had been put on the National Quidditch League Reserve while Percy had JUST started working for Barty Crouch. Okay yes, they’re the same age NOW, please forgive my following Perciver rant! Because I have some THOUGHTS!

So I never even considered they might be the ONLY boys in their room, but I love it so much wow! But here’s my canon of their relationship: Oliver is gay, Percy is bisexual, but Oliver was more comfortable with his sexuality. Percy went through a lot of anxiety about his sexuality, mixed with his stress at trying to be perfect. I mean why else would he take 12 OWLs? He’s trying to be everything for his family, for his mum, prove that he’s as good as Bill and Charlie, but he doesn’t take any time for himself. He focuses so much on being perfect that he doesn’t realize it’s practically killing him.

Oliver is way more laid back and chill, he’s very calm, and Percy would probably take a lot of comfort from Oliver being there. I definitely see them NOT getting along at first, because Percy is all neat and put together, he probably folds his socks, meanwhile Oliver is the kind of guy to sleep on top of the blankets and throw his clothes and books all over the floor. Percy would want to strangle him most days, but after mmmmaybe halfway through their second year? Percy starts to get used to Oliver, even looks forward to seeing him at school.

Percy tutors Oliver in some subjects, probably helps him pass his OWLs and NEWTs even, and Oliver teaches Percy to let loose a bit. I think Percy would immediately stiff up and go back to his usual self around his family/siblings, because he thinks he NEEDS to. He thinks he’s required to be the adult, he thinks he needs to be another parents. Probably because of Molly always going “why can’t you be more like percy” or “percy i’m glad you’re so easy, not like your trouble making brothers” or something like that.

Around Oliver he can be genuinely himself, and I can see Oliver offering to give him flying lessons (though Percy suuuuuucks at flying and that is funny to me).

Anyway, Oliver has always known how he felt about Percy, but Percy never really came to terms with it (though he definitely felt the same way, he couldn’t fully accept it). He’s definitely attracted to Oliver in every way, but he also likes girls, and it’s confusing to him because he’s never been educated about bisexuality, so he thinks there might be something wrong with him.

I think Oliver was his first kiss, but I also thing Percy completely rejected the fact he enjoyed it. I think when Ginny wasn’t herself (when she was possessed by Tom Riddle), he cried like a baby and was stressed beyond belief, to the point of not sleeping, so Oliver would lie in bed with him and let him vent. Even though Percy would never confide in anyone else, not even Charlie or Bill, he could always talk to Oliver.

Then they kissed, probablyyyyy at the end of their fourth year, and that’s when things get awkward between them. Percy doesn’t respond to any of Oliver’s letters over the summer, he starts seeing Penelope Clearwater, Oliver is heartbroken but “it was just a kiss anyway, it didn’t mean anything”. He says he’s happy for Percy, and Percy is angry because part of him unconsciously was hoping Oliver would fight him on it, say he should break up with Penelope and date him instead (Percy secretly wants Oliver to fight for him, yknow?).

Remember that’s the year Percy starts getting a “big head”, but I headcanon it’s because that’s the year he really starts being at odds with Oliver, and starts struggling so much with his sexuality as well as his studies, the stress to be everything. When he graduates he doesn’t think he’ll see Oliver again and it crushes him, so he buries himself in his work to the point of being near impossible for his family to deal with. He’s not pompous, he’s just hiding his grief and confusion by trying to succeed and gain the approval of the family he loves so FUCKING much.

And when he has his fight with Arthur and walks out, that’s it, that’s the final nail in the coffin. He stops thinking, really. Stops caring. Just goes through the motions and tries to survive, even though he doesn’t know why he’s working at the Ministry anymore. He doesn’t remember what his ambitions are anymore. He doesn’t remember why he’s supposed to care so much. He broke up with Penelope years ago, so what is he even DOING anymore?

At the Battle of Hogwarts, he runs into Oliver again after YEARS of not speaking, and Oliver is older now and super handsome and Percy is flustered but he can’t pay attention because he’s fighting Death Eaters. Then Fred is killed and Percy is beyond devastated. He turns entirely hollow, and when the war is over he just sits outside where it’s quiet and he stares out at the wreckage and ruins of the battle.

Oliver sits down with him and they’re alone, and they talk, and they talk about Fred, and Percy cries, and for a moment they both think there’s something, maybe, but then Percy gets swept back into the crowd of his family, and there’s no more time to think about maybes, because there’s so much to do.

Percy stays in the Ministry under Kingsley, because he wants to make things right, but he doesn’t enjoy it. He hates the work, it’s stagnant and boring and eating at him day by day. He meets Audrey after a few years (after everyone else has gotten married and had kids). They get along, they like being around each other, Molly makes a quip about Percy not being married yet, so Percy proposes to Audrey and they get married (because that’s what’s expected of him, right?).

The bit of life he feels when he gets married doesn’t last. Oliver isn’t invited to the wedding of course, though George asks Percy if he should send and invitation. Percy says no, and he feels guilty and uncomfortable. Doesn’t know why.

Molly is born first. Lucy is born shortly after. Percy is so focused on his girls that he starts to neglect his wife. He does it unconsciously, avoiding her and not meeting Audrey’s eye. He makes an offhand note about wanting to be a stay at home dad when Lucy is a few months old, and Audrey goes off. It’s a huge fight, and Audrey storms out. They divorce a few months later, and after that, for a while, Percy is a single dad working full time at the Ministry to take care of his tiny daughters.

He runs into Oliver by chance. I think it would be cute if they met at the Quidditch store in Diagon Alley. Percy is getting something for Ginny’s birthday, Oliver is picking something up for himself (he’s single and still playing Quidditch professionally, he’s very accomplished and successful). They hit it off like old friends who’d never stopped talking, they start hanging out more, Oliver takes to the girls immediately and the girls absolutely ADORE Oliver (Lucy especially has a special bond with him).

They don’t start dating till a few months later, and after that they date for several years. Oliver moves in with Percy and the girls, and they get married when Lucy is five. Percy FINALLY quits his job at the Ministry, Oliver retires from Quidditch and takes over Ludo Bagman’s job at the Ministry. Percy goes to therapy once a week and Oliver is insanely supportive and loving. It takes Molly a bit of time to accept that Percy is marrying a man, but Oliver is so charming, and Percy has never, ever, in his entire life, been so happy QwQ

Percy Weasley marries Oliver Wood who encourages him to quit a toxic job and become a stay at home dad while Oliver takes over as breadwinner because Percy has been through so fucking much and Oliver just wants the chance to take care of him and he does. He does take care of him. And their two precious daughters as well.

I love they.

#nico answers asks #nico answers anons #percy weasley #oliver wood #perciver #penelope clearwater #audrey weasley #lucy weasley #molly weasley ii #percy weasly analysis

[lycheesodas]

Different anon but I'm interested in that list 👀

aaaaa ok!! here we go

from the / tag:

Beneath a Young Sun and in the Eagle's Shadow by Strigimorphaes, G, 5.2k words

Beleg has been away for some time, guarding the border, killing orcs and generally living the rough life. Meanwhile, Mablung has been staying at Doriath's court. Once reunited, they are sent away to the Mereth Aderthad, but despite being headed for a joyful feast, Beleg still sees danger everywhere. Mablung tries to convince him that for once, there is some hope for this strange, changed world - and a chance for a peaceful moment or two in the wilderness.

We’re starting off with my favourite!! The entire atmosphere here is just so dreamy, so whimsical.. I love it. Pretty serious but also fluffy! And optimistic ; w ;

Hurry with the swift current by LiveOakWithMoss, T, 1k words

Beleg is foolish, Mablung is furious, both are wet.

Short! Cute! Really funny aljsdfk this is so,, in character for them imo. The last line always fckin HITS

The Black Sword by elfscribe for tehta, M, 12.4k words

Mablung sees a strange portent that causes him to fear that his beloved friend Beleg's affection for Túrin, the self-exiled young warrior, could bring grief to them all.

One of two (2) fics on this list with a rating higher than T. Missing scene, canon-compliant so.. a lot of angst. I normally don’t read first person POV but this is really quite good! It’s one of the longer fics that take on their last parting ; ~ ; and I think the author did an excellent job of exploring their feelings and how they each came to their decision on what to do. Also, just putting it out there, the M rating is for a short smut scene in mid chapter 2.

(Uhh there was another one but I think the author has it set on private now 😭)

Moving on to the & tag!! Because friendship fics also slap

All The King's Horses by Nauthril, M, 44.3k words

Beleg felt, more than saw the projectile that struck with a sickening thuck sound into the larger part of his thigh. Someone cried out in pain and surprise, and he vaguely realized it may have been him.

The Elf went to yank the dart from his leg, only to find that it was barbed, designed to let its venom overwhelm the victim before it could be quickly removed. The more subtle effects of the spike were nearly immediate, effecting his fine motor skills.

His right thigh burned fiercely with every pulse of his heart.

Fighting the urge to keep his own two feet from tangling with his steps, the Beleg made every effort to at least stand upright.

Or:

Beleg fails to return to Menegroth for Túrin’s birthday celebration. Mablung and Túrin set out to find him and bring him home.

A LONG FIC.. A LONG, CHAPTERED FIC!!!!! I felt like I won the lottery when I saw this hrhfsldfjk It’s an action adventure with multiple POV’s and it’s just really freakin good ok, I am absolutely living for that resolution in chapter 7. The relationship between all three main characters are handled really well! I think it’s gonna be part of a series too so HYPE!!! I wish there was like a follow or subscribe button on ao3 so I’ll know when the author would upload next ; 0 ; (EDIT: THERE IS ONE BUT I JUST NEVER FUCKING SAW IT LMFAO) Also, mind the warning tags here! Slight spoiler: it was an original side character so it wasn’t very front and centre but it could still bother some people

A Quiet Moment by Nauthril, G, 1.6k words

A Yuletide fic for the season. Beleg returns from the Northern Marches and shares some quiet moments with Mablung.

I know tis not the season but it’s so cute.. And honestly it’s immersive enough to make you feel like it’s actually Christmas! The banter, the gift exchange, the way they’re so comfortable with each other ; w ; This warms my heart <3

Parting by @glowingmechanicalheart right here on tumbler dot com

It’s literally six sentences but they’re such efficient sentences. It’s so clear and so sad because we know what happened in the end ; ~ ; it’s really what I was trying to convey with this piece!

The next two are by the same author on AO3!

Battle Worn But Going Home by GlowingMechanicalHeart, T, 1k words

The battle rages, hard and brutal. And it’s going to end badly, Mablung can tell already. Something feels off, like Belegûr is holding back, mocking their armies and their dead. Beleg stands side to side with him, and that is a comforting thought for him.

And then it happens, a betrayal from their own side and the battle grows worse.

Everything about the Fifth Battle is just pain...... I always wondered how those two handled it, though :0 And this fic gives us a glimpse of that. I really like how this author handles Mablung’s POV!

Mourning a Friend by GlowingMechanicalHeart, T, ~700 words

Mablung does his best to not to worry, if anyone can take care of himself, it’s Beleg. But his thoughts and emotions betray him, his whole being is screaming at him that Beleg is in danger, to run forth, find his friend and bring him to the safety of Doriath.

THIS FIC. I’M- I HAVE NO WORDS JUST READ IT 😭 Incredibly sad but well-written take on how Mablung finds out about Beleg’s death. Absolutely heartbreaking, I love it.

Now for some stuff outside the relationship tags because I'm literally that desperate.

Within a Dark Wood by Marchwriter, T, 7.7k words

"The tale of Túrin is known to many of this company… but…tonight is not the night to tell it. So I will tell you another tale. One that, perhaps, not even the eldest amongst our little company has yet heard." So the storyteller began…

Story within a story, which is always cool imo! Follows Beleg and Mablung from their first meeting to their last parting and a little bit after Beleg’s death ; w ; THE YEARNING..... it’s palpable. This one really tugs at my heartstrings because it made me think of what could have been (within the scope of the fic) if they’d just been honest with their feelings

The Two Hunters by theeventualwinner for Lunarium, G, 1.3k words, no summary ;;

Cute friendship fic!! Somehow full of hope in a time when the dark forces are growing. I like how it captures the difference in their personalities and approach towards life(?) but how they’re still close friends

And that’s basically my full reading list of my favourite marchwardens! They’re such an underrated pair (as best friends?? boyfriends? either way they’re soulmates 😤) that there’s not a lot of fics about them. I do my best with creating my own content but I’m more of an artist than a writer XD But they’re really starting to force my hand here. 

I hope you guys enjoy my recs! Also, thanks anon and previous anon for reminding me to log back in to my AO3 account so I can leave a proper review soon 💀

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[jaeyunluvs]

forever together - arón piper

Requested by @fashphotolife: Hiii I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader have been broken up for a while because he thought it was the right thing to do but somehow they see each other again & she tells him how at the end it’s always gonna be him & one way or another they’re back together

A/N: Thank you for requesting! love the idea I hope you’ll like it! have a nice day <3 Also i changed one thing!!!

warnings: angst, fluff at the end

disclaimer: english is not my first language there might be some errors please let me know if i do! poor spanish also lol :))

It was 5 months since you’ve last seen him. The most painful time you’ve ever gone through in your life. 

The weird thing was everyone was extremely shocked about your guys’ break up because everyone knew you loved each other. 

You met him through your best friend Jane’s fiancée, Leo. What a coincidence that Aron is Leo’s best friend too. Since they love you both and don’t want you guys to stay single they set you guys up on a blind date. You were so hesitant about it.

But that blind date was the best date you could ever go to. 

It was all amazing. You guys dated for 8 months it was going all perfect. You guys even met each other’s parents. 

Until he started acting and spending so much time on set, you working and not being able to spend a lot of time together. Both of you were hurt. After many fights, you guys decided to brake up because you both thought it was the right thing to do. 

Was it really?

You tried dating some guys over the months, Jane set you up on various blind dates but you never felt right with the poor guys. You always politely declined their second date proposal.

He was the only one who felt good and right.

Here you are now, getting ready for Jane and Leo’s wedding. You were so happy for your best friend. Leo proposed to Jane when Aron and you were together. You, Leo and Aron set up the proposal and it was so heartwarming. 

It was the wedding morning, you, Jane, her bridesmaids and mom were getting ready for the wedding. You were so excited and happy for it because Jane and you always imagined getting married since you were kids. 

The place was magnificent. It was simple but colorful, the smell of fresh flowers and the astonishing decors were perfect.

“Y/N, I’m getting married today.” Jane told you while she was getting her hair ready. You can feel by her voice that she was getting emotional by tears filling in her eyes. This also made your emotional personality surface.

“I know Jane, it’s crazy, you’re not gonna be my hot single wingman anymore and we won’t be stalking hot guys.” you said while laughing with your tears. She sobbed more emotion pouring for her eyes and told you to shut up.

“Remember when we used to plan our weddings, you always picked Leonardo Di Caprio and I always picked Brad Pitt, we were going to get married in Hollywood and it would be the perfect wedding?” Jane claimed with nostalgia.  Leonardo Di Caprio was your biggest celebrity crush in the entire world. You laughed and sobbed together as you remembered your old memories.

After hugging and comforting each other Jane spoke ,“You know he’s gonna be here.” You knew exactly who she meant. The one and only Aron. You weren’t sure you’re ready to see him but you didn’t want to ruin your best friend’s most special day.

“We’re not gonna be thinking about my problems today, it’s your day carina!” You said trying to change the subject and hoping she would forget.

“Y/N, baby, I think you guys should talk again it’s clear that you-” Jane couldn’t even finished her sentence someone interrupted her.

“Jane, come on it’s the time, we’re going.” her mom said. Wow it was the time.

Meanwhile in the grooms room Leo was getting ready.

"Wow, my man is getting married!" Aron said excitedly walking into Leo's room

"Isn't it weird? Like me getting married?" Leo claimed joy filling in his voice.

"Cabron today is gonna be awesome and you're gonna marry your dream girl, also the honeymoon is a perfect time!" Aron reminded smirking, cheering up his best friend. He was very happy for his best friend and tried not to remember his dream girl.

"She's also gonna be there Aron." Leo told him.

Aron was feeling the same grief, over you. It wasn’t over for him. Leo and Jane knew that and they always talked about how those two precious human beings are suffering for no reason.

Aron had the most painful time of the year when you guys broke up. He felt weird because he never felt that way with a person in his life. He always teared up when he heard your name. He always bottled up his emotions but Leo knew he was sad. 

Aron looked at his phone while trying to ignore what he said about his ex, and then he realizes it's the time.

"Cabron it's the time we gotta go!" Aron said rapidly.

"Ah shit we should go! But you gotta talk that girl Aron please" said Leo before going. Aron ignored his comment but couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did

After Leo and Jane said their yes' and speech, you were legit sobbing out of happiness. Their wedding was perfect. You couldn't help but think of him cause you thought he was the one, he is still the one.

"Y/NNN IM MARRIEEEEEDDDD YAYYY!!!" Jane screamed hugging you from the behind while you were talking something with a friend.

"I KNOWW IM SO PROUD OF YOU I CRIED SO MUCH DUMBASS" You claimed expressing your happiness.

"Thank you Y/N, now it will be weird being introduced as married" Leo said while laughing.

They looked at the dancing stage, the people were waiting for them so you let them go. They danced with Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder and many romantic artists’ songs.

You looked around to see if Aron's there. He was there.

He was watching Leo and Jane dancing but there was another girl trying to flirt with him. You were furious for no reason. He wasn't even yours.

Aron also looked around to see you. He did see you but a girl was trying to flirt with him but he ignored her and continue to look for you.

After many songs there was it. That song was playing.

"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now"

After that lyric, you looked at Aron and he looked at you.

"Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same"

"When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down"

"Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name"

You looked at Jane and Leo. They set this up of course it's their job.

"It all sounds like ooh, ooh hoo hoo"

"Mm, to young to dumb to realize"

"That I should have bought you flowers"

"And held your hand"

"Should have gave you all my hours"

"When I had the chance"

"Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance"

The accuracy of this song made you sob through the song and you ran to the bathroom.

That song always made you cry. It was fricking Bruno Mars.

"Get yourself together Y/N, it's over, are you dumb? Stop doing that! Stop making yourself sad!" you mumbled taking mental notes to yourself.

You were alone in the bathroom but then, you heard someone's footsteps. It was clear that it was a man you understand through the sound of the shoes. But who is it?

It can't be him, right?

"Y/N hey, can we talk please?" Aron said knocking on your door.

"Aron? Is that really you?” You asked feeling your heart feeling pain through your chest.

"Yes, please open your door and come here" Aron's husky voice and you can understand that he was also crying.

You opened the door, walking in front of him, taking a tissue, cleaned your nose while looking at him. He looked back for a second. But then he stopped.

"How are you Aron?" You asked feeling the tense.

"Fuck Y/N! Ever since you've gone my life had been hell!" he started to cry.

There was an awkward silence but you decided to talk.

“Aron I always went to many dates but no one is like you. I can't stop thinking of you." He stand there, trying to process what you were saying. He didn't say anything.  You felt an immediate panic. "I don't know I probably shouldn't have to say these. I'm sorry!" You said while feeling the guilt so bad.

But then when you're leaving, he held your wrist.

"Y/N it's always gonna be you. No matter how many girl i see, hook up or be girlfriend with will never be like you. You're the one. It's always gonna be you."

You felt sudden urge to kiss him. And you cupped his cheeks, wet from crying and kissed his lips.

The kiss was so long but it was so passionate. You could taste Aron's lips. It was full of grief and it was itchy because he always bite his lips harshly.

"Soo, does this mean we're back together?" he smiled between the make out session.

"Hmmm.. You could say so" You smirked stopping the kisses and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you so much cabron you have no idea" Aron told you so seriously.

"I missed you more but you’re here now" You defended yourself with wide grin on your face

That moment last 5 minutes more and then you and Aron decided to go dance on stage and announce you’re together again.

Jane and Leo were worried for you while they were dancing, cause they saw you crying. They knew, that song was your sweet spot because Aron and you always listened Bruno Mars. They opened it open purpose but it wasn’t to hurt you. It was for you and Aron.

Then a while longer, you weren't still nowhere to be found, Jane was almost going to leave the dance stage. But then she saw two familiar faces walking to the stage.

"ARON? Y/N? HOLDING HANDS?" Jane yelled at Leo.

"Oh my god baby! We're match makers!!" Leo yelled back.

"Hi guys!" you shyly smiled at the newly married couple. They were still in shock.

"We're back together. Thank you for helping us." Aron said holding your hands tightly.

Leo and Jane couldn't help but hug you guys tightly.

It was a perfect night.

After sending Jane and Leo to their honeymoon, you cried again. Aron cried with you. Everyone was so happy. Weddings as usual.

"You know it's the best day of my life today." Aron said, hugging you before leaving.

"I know, our best friends got married, and we got back together. Isn't that the best thing?" You smiled with full of happiness. You continued to hug.

"I'm hungry, we should get food" Aron broke the silence. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard. He was a whole mood

"Let's go get McDonalds?" You asked with amusement.

He looked at you smiling and said "McDonalds date it is!"

Best things in the whole world. Food and your boyfriend.

He was the one,

He was your man,

It's always gonna be him.

Song Credits: When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

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[simsadventures]

Better Like This: Chapter 10: Why

Summary: Your attacker goes into a full bad guy mode, and explains why she did what she did. At the mean time, Bucky and the team do everything in their power to save you.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, dominant Omega, swearing

Word Count: 2692

A/N: I truly can’t thank you guys enough for sticking with this story and being so invested in it. Love you all. IT’S SHOWTIME xx

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You didn’t know how much time passed since you got abducted. You still had the blindfold tightly tied on your face, so there was no way to see if it was still night or the next day already. You wanted to concentrate on your surroundings, to find out if you were next to some road, next to the water, docks, anything that would help you determine the place where you were hidden.

You didn’t know yet what you ‘d do with that information, but you desperately wanted to find out your own location. Even if it were the last thing you did.

Your whole being was on fire from pain. You could feel the tension in your arm from all the bleeding, your face must have been puffed, if you looked at it, from the blows you received and your mating bond was probably red and angry. You couldn’t know that for sure, but by the way it hurt, burned and itched, you could only imagine what was happening to it.

It was extremely dangerous for newly mated couples to be without each other for this long. Even Bucky’s trip to work made you feel uneasy, and the uneasiness now transformed into a pit in your stomach, growing by each passing minute. Just the thought of Bucky made your stomach turn.

He must have been so scared when he came home only to not find you there. You weren’t mated for a long time, but you could vividly imagine his face when realising you’re not there. You just hoped he’d know you would never walk away willingly. That after he opened up to you about everything that happened to him, you would never leave him alone. You prayed, you could tell him that.

You were utterly oblivious to what was happening outside the blindfold as you were thinking, so the voice of your attacker scared the hell out of you. “C’mon, princess, you can’t be in your head forever. I got a nice little plan for the two of us.” When you felt her cold hand touching your arm, you flinched and started to struggle against the ropes tying you to the chair.

She just laughed coldly, pinched your cheek and whispered to your ear, her breath raising the hair on your neck. “Don’t you struggle, Y/N. There’s no way out of here, you hear me? I’m the last person you’ll be with before you die. There’s nothing you can do about it, so why fighting it?”

“Oh, bitch, I’m not gonna go down that easily.” This earned you a slap, and you suspected she used her hand this time, because while it stung, you luckily, couldn’t feel blood on the tip of your tongue as with the previous blows. You needed to figure out a way out of there, you just didn’t know how, yet.

—-

Bucky couldn’t sleep. He laid on Scott’s sofa, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of scenarios that wouldn’t result in your abduction. You should have never gone to work, or you should have gone with him, so he could be sure you’re safe all the time. He was your Alpha, you should have protected you, and when you needed him the most, he just wasn’t there.

A single tear found its way from his eye down his cheek, and he just let slide down to his neck. He missed you. You’ve been a couple for a week, and he already lost you. NO! His mind yelled at him. Right, he didn’t lose you, he just couldn’t find you yet.

When the first shock melted away, he started to concentrate on your bond, and he could still feel it buzzing. Which was a good sign. He realised that if you were dead, he would probably die of grief too. It would be such a shock for his body, that he wouldn’t be able to survive it. At the same time, however, he could feel your distress. He could swear he felt your fear and pain. He always heard stories about how connected the true mates were, but he never really paid close attention to those myths. Now they all seemed to be true.

While he hated to feel your pain, he was glad he did because it meant that you weren’t dead and he still had time to find you and finally hold you in his arms. God, he would do anything in the world to just hold you in his arms, hearing your sweet giggles that never failed to draw a smile on his own face.

So while he couldn’t sleep, he tried to think of people from his past, and from what you’ve told him, to try and find the person who did this. What he didn’t understand why the Strangler felt the need to abduct you. She always attacked ex-prostitutes or girls desperate for money. You were neither of those things, and he just couldn’t figure out how you fitted in her MO.

As he was laying, he tried to figure out other things too. Like who would like to hurt you, the nicest person on this fucking planet. He didn’t know you long enough to see if some people held any grudges. But just from knowing you, he assumed that it was improbable. Then he tried to think of people in his own past who would try to hurt him by taking you.

There were the perps he put to prison, some of them were already out so he could imagine they could have come out their ways to hurt him, but this just didn’t feel like any of them. Other than that… There was one person who suited all the descriptions and his blood suddenly ran cold. It couldn’t have been her, could it?

He sat up straight and thought. Female Omega who wanted to dominate others, Omegas or not. He didn’t want to believe he was that insane, but just by picturing her in his mind, his whole body shuddered, and he suddenly felt like throwing up. Amber wasn’t his favourite human, to say the least.

It must have been her. She was always nuts, but this would have been crazy even for her. It didn’t matter. He could have been wrong, but at the same time, he didn’t want to underestimate her. He tried to think of a way to approach her, to find her so that it’s according to all those stupid laws. They could just say they had a probable cause, really, and if it weren’t her, he would apologise to her and continue to try and find his lovely Omega.

He immediately called Steve and even though it was 6 AM, he could hear that he didn’t wake him up. Bucky told him all about his theory, and to his surprise, it all made sense to Steve. Not really the other victims, but Y/N? Yeah, that could be her. They agreed to meet at Bruce’s lab to try and track her phone, someone else visiting her apartment. Steve would deal with the legal shit later. Your life was at stake, and no-one wanted to wait another minute.

About an hour later, most of the team was standing behind Tony, who was now trying to track Amber’s movement, her cards and her phone. Only Sam and Nat were missing, but they were currently driving from Amber’s apartment, which was empty. Weirdly so, her neighbour told Natasha, because Miss Amber never goes out before 9 AM, she likes to sleep in, apparently.

It all made more, and more sense, which only fuelled Bucky’s fear for you. He knew what she was capable of in her “right” mind, he experienced it first-handed. And if she really turned out to be the Strangler, Bucky feared he knew where your abduction would end up. And he wasn’t about to let that happen.

“I got her phone,” Tony hollered, trying to pinpoint the exact location. Everyone held their breaths. If she was really the Strangler, this was the closest they’d ever been to finding and arresting her. And even if she turned out not to be the serial killer of New York, they gladly take just saving you, for now.

“Here, look. She seems to be in this little workshop, but it seems to be closed. So what is she doing in a closed workshop, at 7 AM? Weird!” Tony muttered the last part and tried to find some cameras so that he would have an online look at the place, but it was well hidden in one of the old houses in Brooklyn. “That’s Amber’s father’s workshop!” Bucky yelled. “He used to work with steel and stuff, but when he died, it just laid there abandoned.” Everyone looked at Bucky, and it all seemed a little more real now.

“Alright, we don’t know if she’s really holding Y/N, but for the time being, let’s assume she does. I want everyone on this, we’ll try to not spook her, so Natasha, I want you to knock on the door when we come there, asking if the shop was opened, and stuff like that, we’ll try to see if Y/N is there, and if so, we’ll just barge in, save Y/N, and try not to kill that bitch so that we can put her on the stand. Understood?” Everyone just nodded, checked their guns, and went to their cars.

Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, which immediately stopped him. “Steve, I know what you want to say, but I’m coming. If Y/N is there, I need to be as close to her as I can. I won’t even mind Amber if Y/N is there, I’ll let you take care of her and everything, as long as my Omega will be ok.”

“I know buddy, I would never try and stop you from coming with us. I just want to say, and trust me, I hate to say this, but if Y/N will be hurt, or worse, you can’t just shoot Amber.”

Bucky clenched his teeth at the image of you not making it but nodded nevertheless. He needed to see the whole thing with his own eyes. He just hoped they wouldn’t be late.

—-

Meanwhile

The blindfold disappeared from your face, and you had to blink harshly to get used to the light in the room. You could see that it was already morning, and that wasn’t a good sign. You were there far too long by now. You then try to have a look at the crazy woman who attacked you.

She was pretty. That was your first impression, but you could see she was far too skinny to be healthy, the bags under her eyes far too prominent. You suspected she was on something, but you couldn’t be too sure.

“I don’t even know you, what the fuck do you want?” You scream-said. “Oh, but I do know you, princess. You are just a submissive little thing who stole my Bucky from me.”

You looked at her, confused. You didn’t steal Bucky. He was very much single when you two met. And then, suddenly realised what she was talking about and who she was.

“You must be Amber, then.”

“So my boo told you about me? Of course, he did, I mean I’m the love of his life, he just hasn’t realised it yet.”

You wanted to give her some snarky comment about that, but then something behind her caught your attention. It was a golden glove, which seemed to be custom-made, with some gemstones on it.

“You like my gauntlet? I created it just like Thanos’s one, you know, from the comic books? He wanted to get rid of the wrong people, and I’m doing the same, honey. I mean, this world doesn’t need whores like you or those bitches that came before you. I’m just purifying it.”

Before you? Did she mean-? “Wait, so you are the Strangler?” You asked in disbelief. You really thought it was an Alpha, for some reason. But the second Amber told you, you could totally imagine her doing all those vicious things. “Purify my ass, bitch. You lost your mind? You can’t just decide who lives and who doesn’t based on their past jobs.”

“Oh, but you can. They all needed money, and I offered it to them, and they let me dominate them. Amy, the first one, really was a mistake. I didn’t mean to squeeze so hard, and it was actually me calling the ambulance. She was a good whore. But once I realised she was gone, this weird energy filled me up, you know? I felt great, and I wanted to see what I can do with it. So with the second whore, I just watched the life leaving her body, and honestly, I’ve never seen anything this beautiful. It was almost poetic, you know? And now I’m pretty much addicted, but with a good cause, don’t you think?”

You tried to think of your training, on how to talk with this type of maniacs, but all logic just left your body. You had been strapped there since last night, you were thirsty as hell, your whole being hurt, and you knew what she wanted to do to you. And for the life of you, you couldn’t make a plan of survival.

“Look, I didn’t even mean to hurt you, at first. But then I saw the mark on your neck, and I thought that it was supposed to be on my neck. Bucky was supposed to learn how to be submissive for me, and we could’ve been happy. And we will be happy once I get rid of your ugly face.”

“Hey, Amber, I understand what you did, I really do, but you don’t want to kill me. I’m with the police, you’re going to draw the biggest target on your forehead because of this. You can find someone better than Bucky and-“

“There’s nobody better than Bucky, bitch.” She smacked you across your face, now wearing the gauntlet and you understood that this was the weapon with which she was hitting you last night. “He’ll miss you for a second, sure, but I’ll be the shoulder on which he can cry, and he’ll see that we’re meant to be. And he doesn’t even have to know what I do as my hobby.”

You scoffed. “Hobby? You’re killing people, Amber. You’re playing God, and that’ll bite you in the ass soon.”

“Maybe, but you know what? You won’t be here to see that.” With that, she hit you one more time, and suddenly pressed her hand (now entirely wearing the gauntlet) against your throat. You feel a prickle of blood running down your forehead, but that was the least of your problems.

You struggled against the ropes and against her hand, but it was fruitless, none of it budged. This wasn’t the way you remembered to go down. You at least hope you could take the perp with you, and not dying here alone, in some dusty worship, with the ex of your Alpha choking you to death.

You tried to stay conscious as long as you could, but then you felt your eyes being heavier and heavier. The ringing in your ears was getting stronger with each passing second, and you felt like your brain would explode.

And still, the only thing on your mind was Bucky. You could see him, laying above you in bed, tickling you so that he could see you smile, then lightly kissing your nose, cheek, eyelids, and finally your lips. You knew he was your heaven, and you didn’t want to leave him this soon. At the same time, you were thankful you met him at all. That you knew what love should look like. That even if it was for a few days, those days were filled with laughter, safety, and love.

When you blinked for the last time, you could have sworn Bucky was entering the room. You smiled, feeling yourself losing consciousness, with the image of Bucky in front of you. It was a good way to go.

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[chiefnooniensingh]

it’s in our blood, in our veins (a The Old Guard one-shot)

Rating: G Pairings: JoexNicky and Joe&Booker Characters: Joe, Booker, Nicky, Nile Summary: Over the shared worry for one of their own, Booker and Joe hash it out, a year after the Merrick debacle. A/n: I need this family back together so I fucking wrote it. Also on: ao3

This had never happened before, to any of them. The team was huddled in a hospital waiting room, looking around nervously, aware of the cameras that were hung up everywhere, but they’d be damned if they were leaving. Nile was the only one who looked remotely put together, her immortality still so new that she hasn’t forgotten what it was like to be wounded, in need of professional care.

Nicky was handling it the worst of them all. He was pacing through the waiting room, continually running his hands through his hair as he muttered about what if’s and we should have’s. For once, Joe was unable to get him to calm down. Because Andy was in the hospital, gravely injured and fighting for her increasingly shortening life, and there was nothing any of them could do.

Joe knew his love and Andy had an incredibly special relationship, not unlike brother and sister. She and Nicky were the most attuned to each other of all, barring Joe himself. In battle, Andy and Nicky were the level-headed strategists (until it became time to bring hellfire), while Joe and Booker had always been the rash, impulsive ones. Andy and Nicky shared a love for baklava unparalleled even by Joe’s own. When Joe and Booker would split off to watch a game, Andy and Nicky would sit together, pouring over books, laughing over tv shows they would watch together, or sparring.

Joe was worried as hell but seeing his love so distraught brought him even more pain than his worry did. He felt absolutely useless, unable to soothe his Nicky and unable to heal Andy. Joe kept flexing his hands, which were itching to do something, anything. “Nicky, please,” he tried once again. “Nicolò, amore mio…”

“It’s Andy,” Nicky croaked, sounding for all the world as if it had been him who got shot in the chest.

Joe stood up and halted Nicky’s frantic pacing by taking hold of his arms. “I know, my heart, I know,” he said, then hugged him close to his chest. “But, sweetheart, you are driving me absolutely insane with your pacing.” He kept his tone just shy of teasing, knowing that Nicky would pick up on the lack of heat behind his words.

Nicky sighed and wrapped his arms around Joe’s frame, burying his nose in his shoulder. “Scusi,” he said softly, “I’m just so worried.”

“So am I, Nicky, so am I,” Joe muttered, then pulled back to kiss his Nicky’s forehead. “It’ll be okay.”

“Yes, it will,” Nile said, from her spot against the wall. She looked worried and anxious but had the most faith in Andy’s chances of survival. “She’s strong, guys. And this hospital is the best at what they do. She’ll pull through, I’m sure of it.” Nicky and Joe smiled at her, but while Joe took his seat again, Nicky still couldn’t stand still, and he went over to the coffee machine to get them more terrible hospital coffee.

Joe looked across from him and felt a surge of emotion as his eyes locked with the man who had brought them here. Booker. It had been nigh on a year since they’d last seen each other, since they’d banished him, but here he was, looking apprehensive and scared and worried. He’d been too late to warn them of the attack but had helped them fight their way out of it. The revelation that Quynh was not only alive and freed from the bottom of the ocean, but also hell-bent on destroying as much of Andy’s life as she possibly could, had shook the entire team. Andy had gotten a glimpse of her during the fight, and in that moment of distraction, had taken a bullet straight to the chest.

And now here they were. Joe and Booker in an intense stare-off while also worried out of their minds for their oldest friend.

A year was nothing to them. Like an hour to mortals. Joe was still pissed off as hell at the man whom he used to call his brother, the man who had betrayed them, had put Nicky in danger. If Joe hadn’t been strapped to a medical bed, he was sure he would’ve ended Booker’s life right there when he first learned of the betrayal. Their exhaustion, both physical and emotional, had prevented him from doing it after they’d reached a safe house. Joe now felt that urge to snap Booker’s goddamn neck again.

“Just say what you want to say, man,” Booker said, breaking Joe from his thoughts. Nile looked up from staring at her knees and Nicky turned sharply, his eyes on Joe. Joe read the warning in his eyes but knew he wouldn’t be able to heed it.

For a moment, Joe said nothing. Then the dam burst. “I am so angry at you, Booker,” he said in a low voice, and Nicky closed his eyes briefly. But Joe focused his attention on Booker instead, who looked miserable as hell. “Why?”

Booker shook his head. “I never meant for it to get so far, I just wanted…”

“You just wanted it to end!” Joe spit, jumping up, too charged to sit down any longer. Booker stayed in his chair and couldn’t meet his eyes. “So you sold us out to a sadistic maniac for the chance of relief, knowing full well how much pain you were going to put us through!”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Joe!” Booker said, and Joe could hear tears threatening in his voice. Joe would feel sorry, but he could still hear Nicky’s pained groans as that woman did her sick experiments on him. “You and Nicky, you always had each other, meanwhile I just had the memories of those who loved me, dead, while I continued to live!”

“But you had us, Booker! We were your family, too! We loved you, too! You threw us away like we were nothing!” Joe yelled.

Booker rose now, too. Apparently Joe had struck a chord. “And what would happen if Nicky were to die right now, huh? Would you stick around?”

It was a thought too horrible to process, and Joe shook his head to clear the image from his brain. The thought of Nicky dying without him… “I wouldn’t betray my family,” he said quietly. At that moment, he felt Nicky come up beside him, squeeze his hand for a second, then moved off to the side. Joe felt a rush of absolute love for this man, who knew Joe had been on the bring of absolutely falling apart and gave him the reassurance that they were both alive.

Booker shook his head, tears now visible in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Booker said, and it startled Joe. This hadn’t been a conversation heading anywhere near an apology, yet the Frenchman was looking more miserable than ever. “I never meant for any of you to get hurt, I swear. I was so blinded by my grief and pain that I didn’t see…didn’t know…”

“What,” Joe said, almost astonished, “that we love you?”

Booker nodded, tears falling in earnest now, and he fell back in his seat, burying his head in his hands. Nile was about to get up, join him and comfort him, but Nicky put a hand on her shoulder. This was something Booker and Joe had to work through themselves. Joe stared at Booker, mouth agape as the weight of what Booker had just said crashed over him. He hadn’t known… Stumbling backwards, Joe’s back hit the wall and he slid down it, still trying to process. “How could I have been so blind…” Joe muttered, and Booker looked up, surprised to see all the anger having drained out of Joe. “All those times you made those self-depreciating jokes, jokes about ‘misery loves company’…I thought you were just joking, but it was real, wasn’t it?” He looked up at Book, his best friend, his brother, who he was now seeing in a completely different light. It was like the last 200 years were being rewritten in his mind. “Book, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there for you…”

Booker shrugged, wiping furiously at his eyes, trying to stem the flow. “I didn’t want to come between you and Nicky, you two were always so happy…”

“So you let us believe you were fine, meanwhile you were just dying a little bit more inside every day?” Joe put his head in his hands and felt tears burning in his own eyes now as well. “How did I miss it, Book? What did I do wrong?”

“What?” Booker said, his head snapping up to look straight into Joe’s eyes. The Frenchman and the Egyptian stared at each other, seeing each other differently, but really seeing each other for the first time. “Joe, you couldn’t have done anything…”

Joe shook his head and jumped up, starting to pace, trying to understand the new host of emotions he was feeling. Anger was there, sure, but it wasn’t directed at Booker anymore. It was directed at himself. “Jesus, I’ve been so blind. I considered you my best friend, my brother, even. What Nicky and Andy have, that’s what I thought you and I had…but now I see that I have been the worst brother you could’ve had. I should’ve seen, I should’ve known!” Joe dropped to his knees in front of Booker, who looked like he was about to either laugh or cry uncontrollably. “Book, I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

Booker let out a watery laugh. “Me forgive you?”

“I called you my brother, considered myself yours, yet I completely ignored all the signs that you were in pain. I missed every part of it. And somehow I made you belief you couldn’t come to me, couldn’t confide in me, with your pain, your loneliness. I should’ve been the one to be there for you, but instead I was the one who made you think you were alone…that is a crime far worse than yours.” Joe felt the tears spilling over and could feel Nicky restraining himself from coming over and either hugging or punching the pair of them. Nile was staring at them, open-mouthed.

“Can you ever forgive me for betraying you?”

“It is already done,” Joe said, and simultaneously the two men stood up and wrapped each other in a bear hug. Joe felt his anger drain away as the bond the two of them had had, seemed to mend between them. Joe still felt the pang of anger, but he understood now. And pushing Booker away now would only result in more pain for both of them.

“Y’all need some therapy,” Nile said, which broke the silence as Nicky burst into laughter, and even Joe and Booker managed to laugh. “No, seriously, nobody noticing Booker was clinically depressed for 200 years is a problem.”

Joe laughed, but nodded his head as well, because he knew. He knew it was a problem, a problem they needed to fix very soon. Booker released Joe and went over to Nicky. Joe watched, intrigued, as his other half watched with open and kind eyes as Booker stood in front of him. “Nicky, I’ve apologized to Joe, and I feel like I also owe you an apology. What that woman did to you, and Joe…I never thought they would go that far. I am so sorry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your trust.”

Nicky gave him a small smile. “It might take a while to win back all of my trust, but saving our asses today has brought you a lot closer. I just hope in the future you will tell us when you are in pain.”

Booker nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Then I forgive you,” Nicky said, and he wrapped Booker in one of his signature hugs that would solve all the world’s problems, Joe knew, if he could just hug everyone.

“Nile,” Booker continued, but Nile cut across him, “Nah, I don’t need your apology, I need your ass in therapy.” Then she hugged him, too, because she’d never been that angry at him to begin with. They all laughed, and soon they were wrapped in a group hug, Joe and Nicky holding hands on Booker’s back. Joe felt something in him heal that he hadn’t realized was broken. His family was back together.

“Family of Andy Smith?”

They all broke apart hastily as a doctor entered the waiting room, who looked slightly bemused at the touching scene in front of her. She had no idea the amount of pain and anger had been worked through in the past half hour, and Joe smirked slightly, revelling once again in the fact that there was so much information they all held, without anybody knowing it. It gave him a sense of power. “Yes,” Booker said quickly, stepping forward, “that’s us.”

“She’s out of surgery, awake, and asking for you.”

A feeling of absolute relief washed over them all, and they hugged again before following the doctor out of the waiting room. Before they left, Nicky grabbed Joe’s arm and held him back. Joe looked at his love questioningly, but Nicky just pressed his lips to Joe’s in a tender, loving kiss, into which Joe immediately melted. “I’m proud of you,” Nicky said softly, touching his forehead to Joe’s. Joe brushed his nose against Nicky’s and kissed him again, because one kiss was just never enough for him. “Let’s go see Andy.”

Joe nodded, linked his hand with Nicky’s and together they walked to Andy’s room.

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Of Casual Encounters And Late Nights Pt.2

Here it is! I don't know if it's as long as you wanted but it's almost double the first chapter. I hope you like it!

First Next Ao3

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A week went by where Jason managed to avoid meeting Ladybug again while investigating, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t heard of her. Akuma attacks were as frequent as ever and gave him an opportunity to learn more about the terrors that had been plaguing Paris for years now apparently. He sent all new info on it to his family,  who couldn’t believe none of it had reached them up until that point. Bruce was feeling particularly flabbergasted among them.

“You mean to tell me there’s been a terrorist in Paris for years, one that’s been destroying the city twice a week, and we knew absolutely nothing about it?” He seemed to be going through the seven stages of grief before excusing himself to call Diana.

Meanwhile, Jason’s brothers piled up in front of the computer screen wanting to hear more about the heroes and their work. Tim was looking up information on the internet while Dick asked questions nonstop about their powers, and their suits, and if he had had the chance to talk to them yet. 

“They sometimes stay back after the attacks, but their powers have some kind of time limit so those are rare occasions, or so I’ve heard. They’re all proficient fighters and each have their own set of powers and weapon. Ladybug’s powers are the most impressive by far” 

The mention of her name threw him right back into the memory of the night they first met. Despite resenting not being given an opening to talk to her more then, Jason had to admit leaving had been the right choice. He wanted to stay in the shadows as long as possible, and dealing with the police on his second night in the city wouldn’t have made that easy for him. Adding to that, even though he was quite stubborn and didn’t want to accept it, he felt curious about the spotted heroine. She was sassy and clever and, if the two battles she had this week were anything to go by, her abilities to strategize rivaled Tim’s.

He came back to the present with a jolt when Dick whined about him not paying attention, eliciting a snort from both him and Damian, who also looked at the eldest with a sneer. “You’re 29 Grayson, no one that age should be making those types of noises.” Jason would rather die than saying it out loud, but sometimes he did miss the dumbasses that were his brothers. 

“You know, I don’t think we would have believed this was real even if someone had told us about it. I found a... Ladyblog? It has videos of almost every attack from the last 4 years as far as I can see, and these look every bit as outlandish as I expected them to. There’s this one where apparently the whole city was flooded.” Tim pulled up the video in the peripheral monitors for the others to see and, lo and behold, there was the video from the day Ondine had drowned Paris. Faint screams could be heard in the background as the person recording managed to get to the roof of a building just in time to see the people still left on the street be swiped by the giant wave. From then on it was all silent. “This is horrible, so many people must have died during this. How did they manage to recover? I’m sure the news of Paris underwater should’ve popped up SOMEWHERE.”

“They didn’t because it didn’t last more than an afternoon.” Jason ran a hand through his hair impatiently. The whole week he had been aching to go out as Red Hood but couldn’t risk meeting Ladybug and it was making him jittery. “That’s what Ladybug’s power is. She just….reverts everything. I haven’t been able to find out how yet, but I’ve been told it must be magic or some shit.”

“Reverts everything? Just like that? Like….turning back time?” Dick looked confused trying to come up with a rational explanation

“I don’t think so. Everyone except the victims remember everything that happened. It’s more of a cure, if you will. She fixes everything, makes a new Eiffel Tower appear, brings the dead back to life, you know, no big deal.” Jason couldn’t help but chuckle at their faces. “I know, if anyone tried to tell me this before I saw it myself I wouldn’t have believed it either.”

A moment of silence on his brothers’ end was interrupted by the return of Bruce. “Diana is positively furious right now. Apparently someone received a message from these heroes years ago and thought it was a joke, so they dismissed it. Diana asked to see the message and just unleashed hell on the poor guy after watching it. It seems her mother was a former Ladybug and she grew up knowing about the magic of the ‘Miraculous’” He said the word in a way that made his sons think he was as confused as they were “The League is planning to make a trip to Paris as soon as possible to assess the situation.”

Now that brought a frown to Jason’s face. “I know I’m usually the reckless one here, but listen to me for a moment. You’re just planning on barging in here, with an angry Wonder Woman, and a probably scared shitless League, to battle a guy who makes you his minion if you show the tiniest hint of a negative emotion? Imagine if Diana got akumatized. You must really want the apocalypse to start huh?” 

He scanned their faces and wasn’t surprised to see skepticism and some smirks too. This was so not typical of him. Jason was a shoot first, ask second kinda guy, and he used to enjoy killing a little too much for it to be healthy. But he remembered what Ladybug had told him about resorting to the least amount of violence possible, and he was honestly worried about what could happen if three dozen superheroes just showed up one day to a fight. “Listen, as far as I can see, Ladybug and her team have things covered here. Give me some time to gather more information and maybe I can find a way for her and Red Hood to have a meeting. I’ll ask her if she still wants our help. But until then, you should refrain from bringing anyone here. Unless you want panic to run rampant among the citizens because the whole Justice League came.”

Snickers could be heard coming from Tim and Dick. Even Damian was trying not to show his amusement at the situation. “Who would’ve thought Todd actually had a brain. We should go if only to check whether he’s been replaced by a clone or something”

“Oh fuck off Demon Spawn, I can be smart too if I want to."

Their father seemed to be mulling over his words before sighing and nodding. “Alright. I think we can go along with what you said for now, but I want you to keep us updated regularly, and to inform us if something out of the ordinary happens. If you need us there, we’ll be on alert. And I expect that meeting with Ladybug to happen sooner rather than later. Also don’t forget why you’re originally there, we have to gather more information on what the Penguin is planning."

“You got it Brucie.” He made fingers guns at the screen with a click of his tongue. “Expect it to be at least a week until I have some big news for you, but I’ll try to make it happen as quickly as possible. And worry not about my mission, I’m almost done with it. Now my dear family, if you’ll excuse me, it’s already 2am and I would like to pretend to be a tourist at least for a day tomorrow. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

He quickly ended the call and face planted on his bed. This was going to be a long mission. One week in and he was already exhausted. He wasn’t lying when he said he was close to finishing the mission he was originally sent to Paris for, though.  He had infiltrated the goons quickly and efficiently, and managed to hear about a drug shipment due to arrive in a couple weeks together with a human one. As soon as he got the information as to where he’d call his family and they could resolve the problem easily. For now though, he couldn’t help but want to keep them away a bit longer. Be it because, even though he loved his brothers (not that he’d ever tell them), he wanted some time alone, or be it because he wanted more time to try and figure out Ladybug, he still wasn’t completely sure.

If you asked him, he would deny it to his dying breath that he was interested in the heroine, but something about her made him want to get closer and know more about her. In spite of the great amount of knowledge the public had on her, she was surrounded by an aura of mystery and something else that Jason couldn’t pinpoint, which had him turning in his sleep ever since that encounter in the alley. It also didn’t help that she seemed to be around the same age as him, her suit doing her great favours in all her red and black. Alright. Maybe he thought she was a bit attractive. Very attractive? 

“No. Nope. Not going there.” He got up and decided to ignore that part of his brain as of now. For no particular reason whatsoever. It was only normal to want to know more about the person protecting the city. Call it a professional interest, thank you very much.

The dark haired man decided to take advantage of having an expensive suite for once and took a long bath while doing some more research on Paris. He was indeed planning to walk around the city the next day after all. When he was done, Jason headed to the bed and fell asleep promptly. Dreams full of back alleys and superheroes. 

-

As luck would have it, it didn’t take long for the both of them to meet yet again. Only maybe not in the way the Gotham vigilante would have hoped for. Set on at least enjoying this pseudo-vacation he was gifted, Jason left his hotel the next morning to visit the most popular places in the city. The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc of Triumph and the Champs Élysées were the places he had chosen to visit during the morning and early afternoon, but, even though his main goal was to distract himself from the tasks at hand, he couldn’t will away the questions roaming around his head. 

How was he going to contact Ladybug? He wanted to do it as Red Hood, but he didn’t want the heroine of Paris to distrust him since he was pretty sure his reputation would precede him. He was known for being the most ruthless of the batfam, the only thing keeping him from killing criminals once he was done with them was Batman’s No killing under any kind of circumstances rule (which if you asked him was a special kind of bullshit, some of them did deserve to rot in hell in his opinion), and he wasn’t sure if Ladybug would be as willing to hear him out as she may one of his brothers or father. However, his only other option would be to approach her as Jason Todd, one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted sons. He didn’t even know whether Ladybug would care about his family name. This wasn’t his city. And on the off chance that she might have recognized him… He was still a mere civilian. One that had, on top of that, to explain his connection to the Gotham vigilantes without giving away any of their identities. Jason knew his hands were tied. Red Hood had to be the one to try and get the attention of the spotted hero. Knowing there was no other option didn't make him happy about it though. 

Once he was done with this line of thinking his brain decided to go back to the Penguin. He was trying to instill one of the worst types of businesses in Paris and he couldn’t wait to put a stop to it. As much as he knew drug trafficking to be terrible, he was of the opinion that people who engaged in (as well as profited off of) human trafficking should have a special circle of hell destined for them. Preferably in the very depths of it.

Jason was very much aware that, for as long as he remained in this city, negative emotions had to be controlled and dissipated as quickly as possible to avoid an akumatization. Especially those of someone with the skills and knowledge he had. He had a lot of the latter in strange topics, most of which he acquired growing up during his training. And albeit he wasn’t sure whether it would actually be useful to Hawkmoth or not, he would rather not put it to the test. All of this, however, was sent to the back burner for a second as Jason's thoughts strayed towards what he would like to do to the Gotham villain when he captured him. 

Being so busy imagining the 30 different methods of torture he would like to inflict upon the Penguin had made him completely disregarded his surroundings, however. Coming back to his senses, his brain pointed out they were standing at the door of what seemed like a very nice patisserie, just in time for his stomach to growl, his lunch seemingly having been digested some time ago.

‘Maybe something sweet is exactly what I need right now’

-

Some days had passed since Marinette met Jason,  and though he was still burning in the back of her mind, she had way too many things to worry about during the day to remember him often. At night, however, the questions she had originally asked herself the first night continued to plague her, and since Tikki told her not to worry about it too much, the designer saw wise to keep her train of thought to herself. She wasn’t even sure why her brain seemed so fixed on this stranger she had only met once. Sure, he was involved in a fight, and seemed to be a foreigner, but it wasn’t that uncommon for petty altercations to break out around the city while she patrolled. Also this was Paris, for Kwamis’ sake. One of the biggest tourist capitals of the world. There was no reason why this Jason guy should’ve stuck to her mind as he did. Yet here she was. In the middle of her afternoon shift at the bakery. Still thinking about him.

A chime coming from the door brought her out of her stupor. But as she looked up, ready to greet the new customer, she suddenly froze, and her brain could only supply her with the word green. 

Green eyes she had only got a quick glance into a week ago were now in front of her and the color was even more intense as they reflected the sunlight rays that entered through the bakery’s windows.

-

There you have it peeps and pals! I'll try to update sometime again this week in between Daminette December.

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Chapter 2: Truth

Autor’s Introduction - Chapter 1

A/N: Spoiler! If you haven’t seen yet season 3, don’t read this chapter or this ff.

(Warning: my English)

“What’s wrong dad? Are you not happy to see me?” Noreen smiled while her father walked back to let her walk in, he wasn’t prepared to see her especially he didn’t want to see her and want her out of his house, but he didn’t want to make a row in front of Max and Susan.

“It’s beautiful, Dad.” Noreen affirmed looking around her, she came in the kitchen where Susan was finishing to eat and Max was washing her plate, Neil was angry for Noreen surprise because he thought to make the things clear last time, he didn’t want to see her and contact with them, she is dead for him.

“Susan this is Noreen, my daughter” Neil introduced the guest to Susan, Max was a surprised but didn’t’ tell anything, Susan watched Noreen with a confused gaze, because Neil told nothing about her, and he didn’t aspect that after these years Noreen could want to see him. However, Noreen didn’t want to see her father, she came only to look for his brother.

“Max, right? - Noreen said while she sat in Billy’s spot. - I met your friends, they gave me the sign and they told me to remind you that you will meet them at the Arcade.”

“Neil dear, why you didn’t tell anything about her?” Susan demanded to look to Neil and waiting for an answer that wasn’t slow to arrive.

“Suan I...” 

“Because dear Susan, he didn’t like me, then he abandoned me.” Noreen interrupted looking with an angry gaze him. Max continued to look the guest with a serious gaze even if deeply she was curious about Noreen.

“You know that it wasn’t true, your mother. Your mother abandoned you.” He threw out, Noreen looked him with a surprised gaze because she knew that it was a lie.

“Oh, it’s right sir. However, who did she suggest it? Or better who did her force to do it?”Noreen screamed at him.

“Don’t fucking start your whining and tell me what you want” Neil said that he lost his patience and sent away Noreen, she smiled looking his father lost the temper and after she put her bag on the seat on her left, she opened her mouth: ”I need to see Billy, I haven't seen him for a while. Tell me where it is and I'm leaving.”

“He is death.” Max replayed looking down, Noreen asked her politely to repeat what she said, and Max took a deep breath to avoid crying.

“She died last year...I’m so sorry” she apologized without looking in Noreen's eyes, she didn’t see Neil made Noreen leave the house, she didn’t see Neil threaten her never to return. She simply ran into her room and listened to her mother to negotiate with Neil to let her have a female figure in her life. Neil could tell no to his wife, even if he has disagreed with her, he would let Max see her stepsister.

 Meanwhile Noreen was in the car trying to metabolize the news, she couldn’t believe that after this time she didn’t know about his brother, no dream, no premonition, nothing. She didn’t fight back her father because she was too devastated and in pain to do, she remained in the front of the house and lighted a cigarette and started to smoke in her car with the windows opened. After she had cried for at least two hours, she noticed a redhead ran from behind the house. She recognized Max, so she flashed to the girl caught her attention, but Max completely ignored her and took out her bicycle.

“Max, where do you think you're going?” Noreen asked after she quickly got out her auto, she threw her finished cigarette and cleaned her tears.

“I’m going to the Arcade; you remember me that.” Max answered to the woman turning to look at her. Noreen thought that Neil would take her to the Arcade, but maybe he didn’t want Max to go there.

“I give you a ride with my car.” Noreen told before walked to her auto and removing the box and the bag from the passenger seat. Max approached slowly and doubtfully, Noreen noticed it and smilingly held the door open.

“You should go home and slept on it or do whatever you want, tomorrow it will go where you come.” Max said, Noreen, didn’t respond because she was completely focused on the street and plus, she needed to see him, one last time or know-how he died.

“You should go back to California and…”

“And what? Tell my aunt and uncle that their nephew is death.” Noreen shouted she scared Max who hoped that they would arrive soon at the Arcade. Noreen understood what she has done and cursed herself for being so emotional and irrational like her father.

“I’m sorry, Max. I didn’t want to scream at you. I hope you would…”

“Don’t worry, he used to scream at me.” she affirmed once arrived, she got out the car and leaned on the small door.

“Hawkins cemetery, 10 am don’t be late. - Max made to her an appointment before came inside the Arcade - Don’t worry for the ride to home, I slept to Lucas.”

Later Noreen had brought Max to the Arcade, she drove to her new home and she loaded out the boxes and put in the living room. The house was one floor and not too large, it had its own furniture and wasn’t like Californian house, but it was comfortable; it was the house of her uncle, so she didn’t buy anything, because he didn’t sell it, hoped that someday he and his wife would move in, in contrast, he decided to give Noreen because of aunt Victoria wouldn’t leave California and her friends. She brought from California only her important stuff: vinyl, jewels, books, clothes, tapes, and some photos. After she put the books and vinyl in the library, and her jewels in the jewel box she laid on the bed without worried about the dust, she appointed on her head that she would clean the next morning, and she closed her eyes.

“I…am…alive.” 

Noreen heard a voice, immediately she opened her eyes, but she wasn’t in her bedroom even in her house. She was in a dark place, stood up from the ground and walked straight because around her there were only trees and forest, she kept going until she saw the shopping mall. When she reached the doors, she noticed that they were cover by something, it was like black branches, but they were sticky and soggy. Noreen felt scared and confused cause by the storm, there were red lightings and black clouds with strong wind. She removed those things blocked the handles of the door to go inside of the building and protected. She entered the building, which it was clearly abandoned it could see it from the broken shops’ windows and from the consummate writings, and she saw three silhouettes of people and then she woke up.

After turning over in bed, she read the time: it was nine o'clock and she had not yet dressed. She quickly got up and ran into the living room, she opened the boxes of clothes and took a pair of jeans and a grey blouse. She adjusted her blond hair and wore sunglass to cover her blue eyes from the sun of that morning and after touched the pendant she wore; she went outside to go to the appointment.

 “Bil…Noreen, you are late” Max pointed looking the woman got out, it was the first time that she called someone Billy instead of his or her name, maybe it’s happened with Noreen for her hair, which was very similar to those of her brother, or because she wore the same sunglass that Billy was used to wore. On the other hand, Noreen noticed the mistake but didn’t say anything, because she probably heard wrong.

“Sorry I know but I slept too much” Noreen justified walking close the girl, Max removed the sunglass from Noreen’s face, she looked carefully without letting it go.

Max carried Noreen into the cemetery, speaking to her about the weather; she noticed that it was too sunny for being middle of September because it used to grey and cloudy the weather. She spoke about the guys that Noreen had met yesterday, she introduced them: Lucas, Dustin, and Mike. She spoke about them: Lucas felt admiration from the first day they met and now they were together, Dustin was the nerdiest person that she ever met and Mike, she didn’t like Mike from the first day and the feeling was the same, Noreen smiled while she was hearing the girl. She told that they were an important piece to move on the grief.

“He didn’t like Lucas.” Max suddenly said and stopped.

“It wasn’t his fault; our father doesn’t like the different ones.” Noreen apologized him, despite he didn’t need to have apologized because he wasn’t his fault.

“However, I wasn’t the only girl because there was also Eleven.” Max tried to change the argument.

“Eleven?” Noreen asked confused at the same time curios for the name.

“Yes, she’s Mike’s girlfriend. She moved away after the police officer died.” She explained watching her feet instead to watch Noreen, who looked ahead of herself. However, she didn’t speak until a question came into her mind.

“Why is the city empty?” Noreen asked looking Max who hoped with all of her heart that she didn’t ask that. She didn’t want to tell the truth because it would be dangerous and complicated, so she decided to tell her a white lie.

“He’s there. - Max said stopped two graves before and pointed to the white grave where Billy was bury. –   I waited for you here.” She concluded looking away from the direction that she pointed.

Noreen thanked her and crouched in front of the grave, she noticed two fresh white roses, she thought that probably Max put them here yesterday. Suddenly Noreen started to laugh, but it wasn’t a happy laugh, it was a desperate almost crazy, she cried while she was doing that. She felt more devastated than yesterday because now she was in front of his grave and felt guilty because her gif didn’t predict this, she started to feel unpowered because she could avoid his death, but she couldn’t predict it, and this was worse. Has power and didn’t save her relatives.

Max walked to her, she felt her pain and it reminded how she was one year ago, also she understood how difficult would be gone in another state, left everybody for what? To discover that your brother has died.

“I can understand your pain.”

“No, Max. You couldn’t, you could never understand. I’m alone in this world, my all family is death.” Noreen cried and smiled at the same time looking at Max, who ignored it because for these years she was blamed by Billy, for their departure from California and had the strength to ignore it. She hugged Noreen without asking, Noreen didn’t the object didn’t regret what she had said because Max could never have been her sister, even if the feeling wasn’t mutual and she could see it. Then Max left her alone with the grave, she went to find a bench where she would sit, Noreen, sit on the lawn and looked at the photo of Billy.

 “You are an asshole, you know right? I missed you. I wanted to meet you, I drove for one day and some fucking hours, that only God helped me, to find out that you are dead and now? I felt so alone. I will miss you now that I know it.” Noreen told to him, hoped that somewhere he heard her. Why he didn’t reach her? Why he didn’t escape to her? - she thought cleaning her tears came down in her cheeks. She looked his grave for some minutes in silent, which became two hours, she thought about him and why she didn’t know before about his death, and especially how he died, without stopped to touch the pendant to feel him next to her; he gave it for her 15th birthday and she never removed it. She smiled one last time to his brother, and she went away greeting. She found Max some graves away were sitting in a branch, who waited impatiently her return, at that moment Noreen felt a shiver along her spine, she immediately turned back but didn’t see anybody, Max looked her a little confused by the motion but she avoided asking her if she was okay.

“Finally, you came over. I will leave you here if you don’t come back. I can't wait for all day I have other things to do.” Max scolded her as she stood up from the bench, Noreen threw out a pack of cigarettes and a metal lighter, she started the first cigarette of the day ignoring the telling-off.

“Where do you have to go?” Noreen asked looking the girl, who didn’t respond and walked to the cemetery exit, Noreen followed her without made another question.

“I can give you ride.” She proposed politely when they were out of the cemetery.

“No thanks, I go alone.” Max quickly dismissed and rode her bicycle, Noreen didn’t stop her, she just looked her went away. Noreen didn’t force her to ride wherever she has to go, because she wasn’t her responsibility.

After Noreen came back to her house in the Elm road, she started to clean her bedroom and reorganized the wardrobe, she tried to distract herself doing housework even if she was still shaken, frightened and felt alone, for the first time she didn’t aspect, it wasn’t like her mother that one day she felt sick and after two painful months for Noreen and her aunt, she died.

“I’m lost. What should I do?” Noreen asked her laid down in the bed. Someone should hear her because the telephone started to ring, and she ran to the kitchen to answer before it stopped to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Nora, I’m John.” Her uncle answered from the other hand of the telephone, Noreen put a hand on her face because she reminded that she had to call them once she arrived. 

“Hello uncle, sorry for I didn’t call you. I had done something” she apologized bit her lower lips, she wouldn’t tell immediately about her discovery, so she tried to change the argument before he could ask.

After they talked for several minutes the fateful question came because John was not stupid and knew his niece too well, he knew when something was wrong but still decided to wait.

“How is Billy?”

“Uncle…well…he isn’t well…” Noreen started to cry, she couldn’t speak again because the pain and the grief were fresh.

“Noreen, I’m so sorry, but we couldn’t prevent it…I have to pass your aunt, she could explain better.” Noreen confused by the words of her uncle because she didn’t understand what they couldn’t prevent.

“Noreen, before you hang out, I want to say that I couldn’t prevent you to go to Hawkins.” Her aunt introduced, Noreen became serious and raised her brow in confusion, but she wanted explanations, so she said nothing.

“One year ago, I started to feel bad the last week of June like something suck my energy. In the night, I heard a girl's voice scream Billy’s name. I woke up scared and couldn’t sleep for all night. For two weeks I dreamed that girl's voice, but I couldn’t understand if it happened or it will happen. After these two weeks, I dreamed you say to us that you will go to Hawkins to find your brother. I never imagine that the day after I would read his name among the announcements of people who died in the Starcount Mall disaster.” She explained, Noreen her guiltless for what she said but she didn’t feel sorry for her and she was angry, to keep her in the darkest. 

“I have one question: why?” Noreen demanded calmly without lost her temper.

“Sweety…”

“Why!!!” she yelled at the phone, she felt a stupid, an idiot and ridiculous, it was absurd because her aunt knew all this time the fate of Billy and she didn’t tell her, Noreen felt betrayed because she trusted her aunt the only figure that considered as a friend.

“Because you will do it in any case, fuck Noreen, you didn’t want to discover what it happened to your brother and how is he died? You will move to Hawkins anyway because you are curious, you do not stop at the first explanation and also with your gift you are...you are unstoppable. How could I have convinced you? No one would have succeeded.” She responded to her answer and Noreen deeply knew it was true; she would discover what kill to her brother and no matter what it cost she would find out.

“Mum? Did she know about this?” Noreen asked quite like a whisper. She heard a sigh and after some minutes her aunt confirmed and added: “What do you think killed her?”

#billy hargrove #original character #original female character #robin x oc #robin buckley #robin x female character #steve harrington #billy x original character #billy x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things ff #fanfiction #fluff #angst

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Gormless Ch. 13 – Everything’s awful but lesbians are in fact REAL

A well-meaning friend gave me a book series that is hilariously bad. The first book was Souless and my riffs were entitled brainless. This second book is entitled Changless and these riff are then gormless.

I mean to say I have entitled them gormless! Not that my riffs are dumb, and the effort I spend on them stupid since I’m the only one who enjoys them. HAHA!

The story is SUPPOSED TO be about how a badass lady wearing a rad-looking carriage dress hits baddies with her umbrella and bangs her hot werewolf husband.  In reality it’s mostly poor attempts at being witty, flirty, and superior.

For the last book check out the brainless tag.

If you want the TL;DR version but want to read these new riffs anyway?

This story is set in supernatural Victorian steampunk England.  Alexia is our NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS protag.  She is a soulless, which means she’s able to negate the abilities of vampires and werewolves by touching them. She’s recently married a big oaf, named Lord Connel Maccon.  He’s the manchild in charge of the supernatural police with a zillion dollars and he’s totes super hot too ok.  Their relationship is mostly arguments about how Maccon can’t tell her fucking anything.  Alexia has also recently become head of ~Soulless affairs~ in Queen Victoria’s government.  She has a dumb friend named Ivy, a gay vampire friend named Akeldama, a family who’s evil because they do the same shit as her but while being blonde, and most importantly Alexia is better than everyone cause…cause.

Last time on Gormless:

Turns out a preserved corpse of a Soulless person that the Kingair pack stole from Egypt is causing the humanization problem.  However somebody is after that coprse, and knocked LeFoux and Lord Maccon unconscious.  Alexia gonna have to fix everything herself HURMPH!

Chapter 13 – Everything’s awful but lesbians are in fact REAL

Wowzers! Here’s the climax chapter.  It won’t be the height of tension, but it will be the height of my irritated confusion.  My apologies for length, it was a long chapter, and full of a lot of bullshit. LET’S GO!

              We get a rare good moment where Alexia looks at the passed out Maccon and worries about him.  She makes a cute note about how his eyelashes are super long and once when she commented that she was jealous of his long eyelashes he tickled her neck with them.  This will be the last genuinely good thing in this chapter.

Alexia goes to a recently woken up LeFoux.  LeFoux is all distraught, and there’s a bullshit line about how being upset made her look slightly more feminine and Alexia, “Didn’t know if she liked that.”

              CAUSE SADNESS IS A WOMAN DISEASE AND ALEXIA ONLY CARES WHAT LEVEL OF CURRENT FUCKIBLITY YOU ARE! THE LEVEL OF EGOMANIA ON THIS BITCH!

              LeFoux is like, “Hey don’t be mad at the woman who shot me and your husband. She didn’t ~mean~ it.”

YES TURNS OUT THE BIG BAD OF THIS BOOK SERIES I FUCKING CALLED BACK IN CHAPTER 4 OF THE LAST BOOK!  It was Angelique! GOSH WHAT A FUCKING TWIST! YOU KNOW THE CHARACTER WHO, AT THE END OF THE LAST BOOK WAS DESCRIBED IN TEXT AS A BLATANT SPY! Yet the entirety of this book Alexia thinks its LeFoux and goes so far as to think she’s faking being shot? She turns out of the room and all the werewolves are sleeping and instead of…I DON’T KNOW letting them know she’s identified the attacker?  She just huffs that she must do everything herself.

GOD STUPIDITY AND A POINTLESS MARTYR COMPLEX IS REALLY FUCKING HOT! ALSO I’M GLAD THAT EVERY SINGLE WEREWOLF FELT COMFORTABLE FALLING ASLEEP WITH AN ACTIVE SHOOTER IN THEIR CASTLE THAT WAS EVEN ABLE TO PUT DOWN THEIR FORMER ALPHA!

So Alexia goes to the room where the mummy is, but Angelique is not there. So instead of disposing of the body that Angelique is clearly after, she’s runs up to the Aethongrapher room. Angelique is there and shoves her aside to escape the room. So they go back to the mummy room, and Angelique is trying to drag the body out of there.  Alexia goes to shoot some of her sleepy darts at Angelique but just as she’s about to Ivy shows up to stand in front of Alexia and whine that Alexia is being callous to her.  But as I have described before, this is not Ivy’s fault. Ivy’s kink is inconvenient timing. Blithering obtusely in front of a weapon while the bad guy gets away makes her CUM.  The TV hasn’t been invented yet so she can’t stand in front of it during a crucial part of a show/game.  SHE HAS TO FIND SOME WAY TO GET OFF!

DO YOU WANT THIS WOMAN TO NEVER ORGASM!?

Despite that Alexia is able to catch up to Angelique and knocks her unconscious with a hefty umbrella swing.  She takes the mummy outside, and dissolves it using the acid function on her umbrella.  I mean, I was hoping she’d go whole hog and it would come to life and fight them but WELP guess that would be stupid fun and we’re only allowed one of those things in this book and it ain’t fun.  When the corpse is just about pudding, Alexia goes back in and hears Ivy scream.

OH NO!

We take a break from this regularly scheduled programming to swap over to Biffy, Channing, and Lyall at the Westminster Hive.  Biffy apparently snuck in and broke their Aethonographer.  This is just to let us all know that the message Angelique tried to send before didn’t get through.  I mean targeting the Aethongrapher only, doesn’t make any sense AT ALL from their perspective and honestly you could have written the entire thing out to tighten up the story.  But like I guess it was real important to have that bit where Alexia has to try 2 rooms to find Angelique.

FUCK ME RUNNING!

So Ivy screamed because a woken up Angelique puts a knife to Ivy’s throat and is leading her up the stairs.  All the werewolves are there as well as Tunstell.  Tunstell gets out the magic gun, which by the way they start calling the ‘tun tun’ which makes a lot of sense and is totes keeping it tense. Shouldn’t it be the tun gun? WHATEVER!

They go up to a room and Angelique makes Ivy open a window.  Meanwhile Tunstell tries to sneak around the side while Alexia tries to distract her.  By the way this is the first time we hear that Tunstell is apparently a big dude. I had totally assumed that since he was described as a meek servant/actor coated in freckles that he was a 5’5” adorable waif boy who weighs 110 lbs on a good day.  I’m glad you waited till now to tell us that. After a bit of a scuffle Tunstell wrestles the knife away, saves Ivy, and Angelique tumbles to her death out the window.  The gun is never shot and Chekov leaps out to die on the cold hard Scottish earth like Angelique.

Apparently there was a rope ladder leading down that window that Angelique was really hoping she’d be able to escape down, with the knife to the throat of a hostage? OKAY THEN!  When Angelique woke up, why didn’t she just try to make a break for it, to avoid being persecuted by the supernatural police?  What was the point of the hostage thing? Why did she have this rope ladder prepared?

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BOOK! IT’S NOT GOOD ACTION IF THE ENTIRETY OF IT FALLS APART LIKE A BISCUIT IN TEA WHEN YOU ASK LITERALLY ANY QUESTION REGARDING IT!

You know what would have been a thousand times better?  If Alexia goes to question a recently recovered Angelique, and Angelique in a panic puts a knife to a dipshit Ivy’s throat by a window. Angelique demands to be given the body. Alexia explains that she destroyed it.  Angelique at first doesn’t want to believe it but eventually concedes. Saying something along the lines of, “…If I can’t deliver the body…then…then they’ll kill me…”  The people there try to reassure her that they can protect her.  However in Angelique’s stunned grief she slips from the window, Tunstell is able to grab Ivy but not Angelique.  Was it an accident?  Did she want to die on her own terms?  WE’LL NEVER KNOW?  The chapter ends where the crowd goes to check on her and Angelique is FOR SURE dead. LeFoux seeing the shattered body of her former lover, clutches Alexia and wails.

BUT NOPE IN FACT THIS HAPPENS NEXT!

So Alexia is the only one to go check the body.  Angelique is in fact dead, but turns into a ghost. Angelique tells Alexia to perform the exorcism, which means kill her for real real. Alexia wants questions answered first. Angelique says she’ll answer 10, Alexia agrees to this.  

So like…why are you going to respect her wishes now? Doesn’t she need to be persecuted under the law, or have proof of the Hive’s wrongdoing?  You maybe want to give LeFoux a chance to talk to her, since she was obviously really upset and protective of her before? GUESS NOT!

Angelique, before the questioning is revealed to have done this whole task for the immortality, since she previously and is still working with the Westminster hive. She is GIVEN immortality in the form of being a ghost and is immediately like NOPE I’D RATHER DIE. HUHHHH? MAYBE IT’S NOT IDEAL VAMPIRE THING BUT REALLY?

GOD WHATEVER IT JUST GETS WORSE ANYWAY!

Angelique says that it wasn’t her who tried to break into her bag or poison her. Alexia asks if LeFoux is trying to kill her, Angelique says probably not cause you’d already be dead.  AND LIKE WE ESTABLISHED THIS EXACT ANSWER TO THIS SAME QUESTION BEFORE. WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR QUESTIONS YOU COMPLETE IMBECILE!

It’s revealed that Quensel, the kid LeFoux was taking poor care of before, is Angelique’s son.  Angelique was trying to hide the fact she had a son from the vampires cause the vampires won’t turn her if she has any family. Apparently LeFoux, was trying to get Angelique to take care of her son and to stop the vampire biz by threatening to tell the Vampires about her son.  That didn’t work apparently.  We also confirm that yes, SHOCK OF SHOCK, Angelique and LeFoux used to be an item for many years.  So we have this OH SO DELIGHTFUL paragraph:

“Alexia had seen something of the kind in her father’s collection, but she had never imagined it might be based on anything more than masculine wistfulness or performances put on to titillate a John’s palate.  That two women might do such things voluntarily with one another and do so with some degree of romantic love. Was that possible?”

(Irritated Stare with the phrase [stares in gay judgement])

You’re 26 years fucking old, you’re well aware that gay men exist, LeFoux has been hitting on her blatantly this entire book and has been pretty much screaming how much of a lesbian she is.  Like you can have Alexia in bi-denial, sure, but for her not to even realize two girls can have sex and romance at one another outside of men JACKING IT!? FUCKING WOW!   I want to be clear and say that there is a myth that Queen Victoria didn’t think lesbians were real when she was enforcing the no homosexuality laws. TO BE CLEAR THAT IS A MYTH! PEOPLE IN VICTORIAN TIMES KNEW LESBIANS WEREN’T JUST A MALE CREATED HORNY MYTH LIKE HOW WOMEN LOVE THE TASTE OF JIZZ, YOU THICK-HEADED TWIT!

The last questions that Alexia asks basically are, “Is it possible for women to love each other?” and “You’re a cold bitch aren’t you?”  QUEEN PICKED TOP INVESTIGATOR HERE!  She then FOR REAL kills Angelique.  Also I’m glad she didn’t ask Angelique what they were planning on doing with the humanization corpse, because that mystery is probably what the entirety of the 3rd book is about.

So we head back in the castle to try to wrap this all up, and boy is it pointlessly messy.  I’m going to recount the items in order, so you TOO can realize what a clusterfuck this is.

Alexia tells LeFoux that Angelique is dead which makes LeFoux cry.  Alexia has a normal human response to seeing a woman she likes grieving.

“Lady Maccon envied her skill of crying with aplomb.  She herself went all over splotchy, but Madame Lefoux seemed to be able to execute the emotional state with minimal fuss.”

By performing some pretty sweet mental gymnastics to make it about herself. CONGRATULATIONS!  She does later say that the scene was painfully sad…but…your first thought, and the one you dedicate more than a sentence to is… “I wish I could cry as hot as she could?” MOTHER OF FUCK LADY!

Maccon takes Alexia aside and explains that LeFoux and he are besties despite not interacting with her at all this entire book.  He told his BFF4EVAH to keep an eye on Alexia.  Don’t know why he would have lied about this?  Maybe Alexia would have felt patronized? Alexia was attacked 5 times last book and needed to be saved 3 of those times.  There’s nothing wrong with that ratio, but there’s also nothing wrong with wanting to have back up if you’re in a dangerous profession. Besides that the two both love science and gadgets, and if he couldn’t predict that LeFoux would awaken his wife’s bisexuality too, it seems silly to lie to her about it.  

But my pity for Alexia runs dry again when, upon hearing Maccon and LeFoux are buds…she accuses Maccon of sleeping with LeFoux. And it’s like…

(Honestly, you people, and by that I mean straight people…are ridiculous.)

If Alexia is bi, it don’t matter she’s still in denial and acting like a straight up straighty.

You just found out that lesbians are real and that LeFoux is one of them, and YOU were the one to almost cheat on him with her, and you ACCUSE HIM? Are you FOR REAL!?  I mean this is just a set up for Alexia to realize SOME MORE that lesbians are real. I’m glad I’m reading one of those books where everything needs to be explained 5 times.

Alexia brings up the fact that Angelique turned into a ghost but exorcised her right away without considering if literally anybody else wanted to talk to her INCLUDING THE LONG-TERM –EX-GIRLFRIEND WHO WAS RAISING HER KID.  LeFoux is rightly upset at this and Alexia retorts with

“There’s no need to wallow.”

Now even Lord Maccon steps in like, “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, SHE’S RIGHTLY UPSET!”  To which Aleixa points out OH SO RIGHTLY that LeFoux didn’t want to be girlfriends with Angelique again, so like…it makes no sense why she’d want to have some parting words or care about her living or dying.

THEN THIS TRANSITION SHEESH VERBATIM:

Lord Maccon looked at his wife appreciatively. “Good Lord, woman, how could you have possibly known that?”

“Well” – Lady Maccon grinned – “Madame Lefoux here did play a bit of the coquette with me while we were traveling. I do not think she was entirely shamming.”

I’m sorry what?  We already established that LeFoux is a vagatrian and had a relationship with Angelique.  Is she saying the fact she was flirted with PROOF that LeFoux is not in a relationship? Alexia, you were flirting back and you’re married. This is not a brilliant deduction.  We only have this transition so that Alexia can brag about almost BUT NOT ACTUALLY cheating on her husband.  And like…it’s one thing to take the piss out of him because he’s irrationally jealous.  However Alexia herself was like REALLY, REALLY irrationally jealous a second ago and it’s not really irrational since Alexia might have had sex with her if she came to the conclusion earlier that girls can like other girls.  SoOOoOOoOOoo great!

We continue to have pissing contests.  Maccon is mad that Alexia never told him she was almost poisoned, even though you’d THINK Tunstell would have brought that up to him since he’s his servant and he was the one actually poisoned.  LeFoux admits she was looking around for Alexia’s bag and that she wanted the humanization weapon too.  However she wants it NOT because she’s in the Hypocras club, but in the Organization of the Brass Octopus (OBO.)  The Organization of the Brass Octopus is a secret group of Scientists that is working to curb the power of Supernaturals and that the Hypocras Club was a ~militant branch~ of the OBO.  Alexia is bothered that Maccon didn’t tell her about OBO, since YANNO Alexia spent half the book thinking that her crush LeFoux wanted to genocide people like her husband.  Which yanno REALLY STOPPED HER FROM A LOT THERE!  Alexia tries to ask more questions about OBO and Maccon just answers them all with, “But it’s a secret!”

Really love that Maccon gets super mad when Alexia doesn’t talk to him, but when she asks questions he huffs and won’t tell her.  You could maybe argue that since it’s a secret society thing that Maccon shouldn’t tell her. He was sworn to secrecy or some shit.  But like also…a branch of this club nearly killed them both… and she’s in charge of the entire English government’s Supernatural balance system….Maybe it’s okay for her to know a little about a powerful organization in that country that’s supposed to do the same thing?

WHATEVER!

We end with LeFoux admitting she was LOOKING FOR Alexia’s bag but never went through it or messed up her room to find it.  Alexia for once has a normal reaction which boils down to, “FUCK THIS SHIT!” and storms out.  CAUSE WHY BRING UP SHE WAS LOOKING FOR IT AT ALL? That is pointlessly confusing.

So below I made a little chart with how easily it could have been to make this conversation flow better. Even if you want to keep in jealousy pissing contest which is also an EVEN WOMEN WOULD SEX ME STUPID HUSBAND!

I’ll admit I don’t know a lot about editing books…but I feel as if either the editors gave this a soft touch.  It seems like a simple fix that could have tightened it up and made it an easier read.

Say something nice Faps:

It was technically a climax

They technically tried to wrap things up

It has been acknowledged that yes LESBIANS ARE REAL

I did genuinely like Alexia having a vulnerable moment looking upon her knocked out husband and feeling protective of him.

#gormless #senseless #riffs #riffing

[i-like-cookiez]

G/t Headcanons

SO THIS IS SOMETHING I THOUGHT OF THIS MORNING AND JUST COULDN’T STOP

It’s The Walking Dead, Non-Apocalypse AU, with borrower!Glenn Rhee because in the first season of the show he tells Rick that he always goes on supply runs and enjoys doing them and I suddenly thought “he’d be the perfect borrower holy shit” and then my brain just rolled with the idea and came up with more stuff:

Glenn lives in the walls of Maggie’s family’s farmhouse.

11/10 stealthy boi, except when he’s not.

Wishes they’d bring pizza home for once because he loves pizza (totally not because he was a canon pizza delivery guy hA-)

Has watched fellow borrowers get seen by humans and taken and he always ends up alone so he’s just “no🙁im😢fine😭”.

Fast as fuck boiiiii, if he’s out in the open, yEET he’s gone where’d he go oops you don’t know.🤷‍♂️

At one point stole Hershel’s pocket watch but felt guilty and put it back one night, after hearing him mention it’s a family heirloom.

If I ever write a oneshot about borrower Glenn that ^^ right there will probably be how him and Maggie would meet.

If he got sick, you bet your ass he’d still be going out to borrow.

That right here would get him a nice helping of Discovered By Human.

Maggie finds him trying to stuff hunks of bread into his self made bag while coughing up a lung.

After the shock of Tiny Person™️ wears off she’s just staring at him.

“Uh...you okay?” “*intense coughing* ...yes.”

She thinks he’s absolutely adorable and decides to give him some medicine for whatever he has and then carries hi and his loot back to his wall enterance.

When he wakes up the next morning feeling better, he has no memory of that day.

He goes out of his wall hole, seeing a small slip of paper and a cough drop cut into pieces as small as possible.

The paper reads “hope you’re feeling better, if you still have that bad cough, take the cough drops I left there, they should help. -Maggie”.

Borrower Panic™️

Glenn doesn’t borrow during the day for a while, making a plan to leave.

The Greene Family refers to the cockroaches around their home as Walkers, since they seem to move rather slow, almost walking.

So, when Maggie finally sees Glenn again, after he has to basically duel with one to save his own life, she gives him the nickname Walker Bait.

Before he can escape into the walls, she persuaded him to meet her that night for a simple conversation.

He agrees, so later that night he goes to Maggie’s room and sure enough, she’s waiting.

She asks a whole ton of questions, but Glenn doesn’t answer. She sees his apprehensive face and eases up on the questions, deciding on switching to telling her story.

She tells him about her father, Hershel, her half-sister and brother, Beth, and Shawn, and her deceased mother, and step-mother currently in a coma.

Glenn’s like wow you actually get to see your family on a regular basis I wonder what that’s like haha

Maggie: omg you poor small baby

After a while Glenn opens up a bit more, meanwhile Maggie is still calling him by that nickname.

Glenn outbursts at her “my name’s not Walker Bait! It’s Glenn?”

“Well, it’s nice to finally know your name, Glenn.” “Wait shit-“

Maggie feels hella bad that he’s inside this old ass house’s walls barely getting enough food because Beth is always fucking cleaning.

She offers to bring him food every night when her fam goes to sleep. He reluctantly agrees.

A bit of time passes, and their nightly food exchanges turn into long conversations, each getting more and more casual as the days go on.

After a few months, Glenn even stays overnight with Maggie one time.

One day, Maggie gets in a huge fight with her father, after she was attacked outside a pharmacy, while he was off getting drunk.

She storms up to her own room, much like a child, accidentally scaring Glenn who was waiting up there for her.

He runs and hides, and she’s able to find him, gently scooping him up and apologizing while in tears.

He feels bad about what her family is going through (plus he could hear her screaming at Hershel from up there) and accidentally lets his own big secret slip.

“I love you.”

He blushes like a Soft Embarrassed Boy™️ and covers his mouth and wants to run away again.

She takes a moment to process what he just said, and after thinking back to their time knowing each other, she hits him with that “I think I love you, too.”

Glaggie is canon, king.

Some time later, Maggie and her family get word that her step mother, Annette, passed away in her coma.

Glenn hitched a ride in Maggie’s jacket pocket to console her in her time of grief.

While Maggie sits in the hospital waiting room, she keeps a hand in her pocket, gently hand-hugging her smol boyfriend for comfort.

He’s smol but he’s doing his damn best leave him alone.

Beth takes Annette’s death the hardest, as she was her biological daughter, and locks herself in the bathroom, and attempts suicide. Maggie hears her, and tries to open the door.

Tiny Boy to the rescue, Glenn is able to sneak inside the bathroom via vents, unseen, and pick the lock with a paper clip, allowing Maggie to get in, slip him into a pocket, and get Beth to a hospital to stitch her wrists.

More borrower pocket hand cuddles.💖

Beth does a full recovery, and Glenn feels obligated to introduce himself.

Beth is such a sweetheart, and wants to write a song about him.

Glenn even introduces himself to Hershel, who cured himself of his alcoholism after realizing he didn’t want his family to fall apart, and his daughters still needed him.

Very kind old man that Glenn tells Maggie probably knew he was there, and had seen other borrowers before.

Jump to one year later, Glenn happily living with the Greene’s.

Lately he’s been nervous and awkward around Maggie, and she’s worried.

Glenn finds Hershel when Maggie is gone and pops a big one.

He wants to marry Maggie.

Would probably just be a...secret marriage done by Hershel, as the big world ain’t ready to know about borrowers.

Glenn was just thinking of asking Maggie about it, but Hershel surprises him the next day by bringing home an actual RING.

Day after that, Glenn pops the question.

Well...tries.

*cut to Glenn grunting while trying to drag a huge ring through the walls to Maggie’s room*.

She just picks him up, and he asks out of breath:

“Wwi...will youu mah,.,,mery me?”

You bet your mother fucking bitch ass it’s a Yes from her.

Glenn cries for the first time in front of her, but happy cri.

Beth sews Glenn a lil tuxedo and he very much dislikes it but lowkey doesn’t hate it.

“You may now kiss the bride” *little peck* *Maggie leans in and kisses his whole side of his face*

Glenn decides to take Maggie’s name.

Mr. and Mrs. Greene.

Glenn would die for her.

She wouldn’t allow him to die.

Beth finally finishes that song she started, and plays it on the piano.

She called it “The Legacy of Walker Bait”

Maggie couldn’t stop laughing for 3 hours.

Glenn was a very unhappy camper.

And they lived happily ever after.

The End™️

Wow I really went off didn’t I? Honestly if I can flex these ideas this much I should turn this into an actual AU with oneshots and stuff.

It’s such an obscure concept but I wish TWD had just a little tiny bit of gt content! I guess if I really want it I can pave the way for it :3

#giant/tiny #gt #giant #tiny #borrower #glenn rhee #maggie greene #gt headcanons #the walking dead

[dontcallmecarrie]

By Myself But Not Alone

Another day, another test, another fic-idea-that-won’t-leave-me-alone. Specifically: time-travel fixits are really fun to see, but there’s a few takes on it that’ve stuck with me throughout the years, across fandoms. Even more specifically: ones where it’s not just one person waking up in the past, but several, and not always in the same place. Add in my weird mood where anything I touch turns to not-crack, plus glimpsing some Infinity Wars spoilers despite not being caught up, and ta-da! [Aka oops, I did it again.]

Heads up for quite a bit of angst, possible shippiness [depends on the version], and unapologetic canon-dropped-the-ball-on-Tony stance.  Title from Metallica’s ‘Wherever I May Roam’.

So, AU where, for whatever reason, people in the MCU after a certain point wake up in the past. 

Kicker being, it’s pretty damn scattershot from there; Steve’s memories kick in when he first sees Times Square after waking up from the ice, Natasha’s mid-mission somewhere in Bangladesh when she realizes some of her fellow operatives are probably. HYDRA and she can’t do a thing about it, Thor’s just seen his brother fall from the Bifrost and he’s alarming his parents because he’s acting even stranger than usual in his grief. Bucky wakes up after falling from the train, sees where he is, and goes “oh hells no” and promptly fucking off to Wakanda because even if they’re mistrustful of outsiders and will be for decades, between what he’s managed to pick up on the language, and his skills, there’s probably something he can do to help out, right? [Between long naps, anyway...or maybe he just goes full-on ninja instead, idk] Fury’s mid-conversation with Maria Hill in HQ when they both go “oh fuck what year is it” and the list just goes on. 

At first, everyone’s assuming they’re the only ones who traveled back, and they set out to fix things even as they’re reeling because hello, old friend who I haven’t seen in years since your painful death, how are you?

The more time goes on, though, the more everyone realizes they’re not the only ones running around, and the fact that people’re arriving at different points in time means it is a headache. Was AIM running around this early, last time? When the fuck was the Winter Soldier a mercenary and not the fist of HYDRA? What do you mean he’s infamous for his bodyguarding contracts and not assassinations?! Wait, you mean Howard Stark’s still alive?

On the plus side, after a while they realize the time travel thing’s not a one-off. The more time passes, the more people start to remember. [They’ve got a support group going by the time Steve remembers.]

Cue tearful reunions, feat. “oh god I didn’t think I was going to see you again” and “oh thank fuck I’m not the only one”. Everyone who remembers starts to put their heads together, sorting out their timeline to fix things without tripping over each other, to figure out what they can and can’t fix.

It’s not all sunshine and roses, though; Bucky punched Steve after the ‘yeah, I didn’t tell Tony about who actually killed his parents thing’ after it comes up, and he’s not the only one judging him hard afterwards and he resolves to fix it because he really is sorry. But hey, this is a whole new world, one where SHIELD never got corrupted, where the Winter Soldier is just a handle Bucky uses instead of decades’ worth of HYDRA conditioning. In many ways, it’s almost a vacation; seeing and reconnecting with loved ones, especially given the clusterfuck that happened in their original timeline.

...however. This is a whole new world, and that’s not necessarily always a good thing. Like, sure, there’s quite a few things that’re better here, but. 

Thanos is still coming, and due to the butterfly effect, there’s a whole slew of new guys that hadn’t come up in their timeline, like MODOK, like Crimson Widow, grad students they should keep an eye on because this Richards kid was going places and so was his friend, Victor von-something. Stark Industries is still selling weapons by the bucketload, since Howard Stark’s an unapologetic war hawk, has been since the Manhattan Project. But the biggest problem? 

It’s 2008, and Tony Stark has yet to make an appearance. Not in a way that matters, at least, to the people who remember him from another life.

———————

okay, from here I can see this going several ways:

[under the cut because this got long and RIP mobile users otherwise]

the super-angsty break-it-even-more version:

Warning: this one’s got suicidal thoughts leading to Major Character Death. Also, vaguely shippy, with possible Stephen/Tony.

Tony’s last coherent memories are of the bomb with his name on it, when it hits. Suddenly, it’s not just his past flashing before his eyes, but his future as well—years’ worth of memories, of trauma after trauma with next to no support whatsoever because the world did its best to break him—and...in that instant, he’s tired. 

He’s so, so tired, and he sees the road ahead and the idea of having to do that all over again is just. Too much. He knows the agony that follows, and knows that he was lucky to have survived a bomb to the chest last [this?] time, and...even if he’s terrified at the prospect of Thanos coming, he just. Can’t. 

He can’t, anymore, he’d barely managed to pull through last time, asking him to do it all over again was too much—and, seeing the bomb with his literal name on it, Tony sees an out. 

The world’s better off without him in it, anyway.

—

Everyone is shocked and dismayed, when the reports come in. Tony Stark never came back from Afghanistan, and there is a lot of grief to go around, in the time that follows. The world mourns a prodigy; the people that remember Iron Man, remember Tony, mourn a good man who they never really had the chance to meet. 

Fury in particular’s very, very quiet, after hearing the reports come in; he’s lost good people before, but...he’d seen Tony grow up, what with him being the kid of one of the founders of SHIELD and all. He’d seen the potential, seen it realized, seen just what kind of force for good he was—so when he hears the reports come in, he feels every single one of his years weigh down on him in a way they hadn’t before. It takes slightly longer than normal, pull himself together, to focus on how this latest development’d affect things now that they were minus a heavy hitter [in more ways than one].

Steve, meanwhile, is inconsolable. He’d had his regrets, had been working on fixing them, and one the biggest ones had been with Tony. He’d never had the chance to set the record straight, never had the chance to apologize—and now, he never will.  

Tony’s loss ia a huge blow, to those who remember Iron Man. 

Especially the more time goes on, and the impact of what could have done are felt: it’s in the scandal that erupts, when the VP of Stark Industries is caught double-dealing, it’s in the incredibly tense sociopolitical climate that follows because even if they’ve done their best to fix things, nobody’s around to privatize world peace. It’s in the recklessness the new Spider-Man’s actions, after Peter remembers—pushing himself so, so hard, trying to save everyone the same way his mentor once had him.

...it’s also in the questions everyone has, after Thanos rocks up and apart from the Avengers, there’s a goddamn robot army flying out to wage  war because apparently Tony’s AI were a bit more Skynet than anyone had expected. Or, actually, no—more sentient than expected, and wasn’t that a kick in pants, that JARVIS remembered not only his but Vision’s experiences as well, after hearing about Tony’s death?

wait, no. Too angsty, here, have a fixit.

Dr. Stephen Strange wakes up right after his first fight with the followers of Dormammu, and the Ancient One and Mordo are more than slightly worried when he looks like he’s about to cry when he sees them afterwards. Even more worried, once they check for magic, and the following conversation gives them all a migraine because they’re still not quite sure what sent him back in time, and that the Eye of Agamotto seems to have taken a liking to him only complicates things even further.

When he hears of Tony’s death, well...he doesn’t take it well. Specifically, after finding out he’s not the only one who remembers Tony from a different world, there’s a bit of yelling, and him storming out afterwards in grief.

To sum up: his emotional state after getting wind of it’s more volatile than anything else, which, as it turns out, makes for some interesting results when you’re the Time Stone’s favorite person. 

Specifically, Stephen opened a portal intending to go the Sanctum to mourn in privacy, how the fuck he ended up in the middle of a desert, he doesn’t know. How the fuck he ended up right by the same outcropping as Tony did the moment the bomb landed not ten feet from them, he doesn’t know but isn’t about to question. He just sees Tony’s face—fear shifting to shock shifting to remembering shifting to despair—realizes what’s about to happen, and grabs Tony as he immediately makes a portal back to the Sanctum. 

Cue even more headaches. The Ancient One, Mordo, and Wong are not amused by how fast and loose they’ve been messing with the timestream, and that the Eye is showing blatant favoritism doesn’t help. At all. 

On the plus side,  they’re also able to table that in favor of helping the shell-shocked guy who’s like a breeze from having a nervous breakdown. Cue therapy. Lots of therapy. Also, the ‘oops we accidentally faked your death’ reveal, what with the time travel thing, which then leads to some reunions because Tony could go a lifetime without seeing Steve again but he hasn’t heard JARVIS in years. 

...is this a shatterpoint of  a fic idea? Can’t tell anymore.

The more-bittersweet-than-anything-else version:

also slightly shippy, only it’s Steve/Tony here instead.

Everyone remembers. Everyone, but Tony.

They keep as close an eye on him as they can, given that JARVIS’ pretty paranoid about hacking and they’d have to go through Pepper to actually see. him. But they manage, even if it’s pretty tricky before Afghanistan.

Fury’s the  most straightforward; he’s shameless  about  using his connections to get an excuse to see how Tony’s doing, and Tony remembers seeing him around the mansion with Howard as a kid often enough to let it slide. [Especially  since SHIELD’s also buying quite a few guns for their personnel, there’s that, too.] 

After Afghanistan, the rest of them start to trickle in, similar to canon. 

Here, however, the dynamics are a lot kinder, a lot less terse. No thinly-veiled threats, no blackmail; when Tony returns after his ‘I Am Iron Man’ press conference, it’s because JARVIS remembers and Fury managed to convince him that he’s genuinely trying to do better this tine. Howard’s notes and old stuff get shipped over as soon as Phil Coulson can come with an excuse for it, because palladium poisoning is just...no. 

...you get the idea. Canon ensues, and Tony’s doing his thing, kicking ass, taking names, and trying to make the world a better place. Except here, everyone who remembers is seeing him in a way they hadn’t really, before, and treating him differently because of it. 

Tony picks up on it pretty fast—kinda hard not to, considering everything.  There’s an element of regret he sees some people, sometimes, but he doesn’t know why and it is baffling. Not only that, but...it’s almost like they know him? Almost like they can see pasts his masks? Weird.

Meanwhile everyone else’s low-key expecting Tony to remember any day no, but no dice. Kind of a bummer. Oh, sure, Pepper and Rhodey’ll give him all the hugs regardless, but still. Also, Steve wants to get some things off his. chest, and this Tony’s both so similar and so different to his, it’s almost painful.

Time goes on, canon ensues, only this time, a lot of missed opportunities are taken. 

Bruce sees the way Tony tentatively reaches out and listens, Steve calls him  when he gives him his number, Thor returns earlier, and the list just goes on. [...aka all the self-indulgence. All of it.] There’s a lot of impromptu hugs that Tony’s still very confused by, and strange looks, but...these people care, for some reason. It’s weird, but...he likes it. 

More and more people show up,  and it’s the same thing: he clicks with Strange almost as fast as he did with Bruce, although Peter’s hero-worship is still something that takes a while to get used to. 

Even if he sometimes feels like they’re seeing someone else when they look at him, but that can’t be right, can it? Well, fortunately that feeling goes away after a while, but still. It was weird while it lasted.

Tony doesn't remember because of Reasons. Maybe he repressed said memories because of the trauma, maybe that part of him was just too tired to make the trip, idk, you decide.

#3 am musings #behind the scenes #fic ideas #fic idea #My fic #By Myself But Not Alone #my brain did a thing #gdi brain #naught rambles

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[peppy-pilot]

//Well, that dream happened.

//So I fell asleep last night while @selfish-swine had a Gundam Unicorn clip plus some assorted other Youtube videos playing on the TV which might have had some affect but BOY HOWDY, I dreamt I was watching a high-quality production anime of Star Fox but it wasn't a happy one (far from it). Spoilers below due to graphic violence, blood, body horror, and death.

The anime itself has the quality of high-budget OVA, like. Around Gundam: The Origin high quality. Battle Begins looks great, but the anime I saw in my dream looked far more organic rather than with traceovers of the characters’ game models. Which means the expressions on the characters look far more natural, which always bothered me about BB. I emphasize this because the quality of the anime in my dream was what suckered me into believing it was real at the moment.... up until the very end and I thought "..........fuck, this is a dream, isn't it? Goddammit."

It was apparently around mid-season, at Katina. The layout and design resembled what Assault gave us, but, you know. Rendered competently. Everything was of dark colors and alarms and sirens everywhere. Despite this being on Katina, the plotline was N64 Fichina: Fox's team must disarm a bomb but fight off Star Wolf before they can do that. The thing is, apparently, Fox and his team are on foot while Wolf's is wrecking up shit in their Wolfens in Hunter form... except Pigma, whose Wolfen somehow managed to take up the shape of a Geara Zulu but much squatter and more Votoms-sized (so... a green Brutishdog??).

Apparently I caught up to this episode mid-airing, because it looks like the episode only had some 5-10 minutes until the end. As Wolf, Leon, Pigma, and Andrew fuck up the Katina base chasing after Fox, Falco, Peppy, and Slippy, Team Star Fox they end up separating into three different groups: Fox and Peppy each going solo, and Falco and Slippy trying to survive together. Along the way, Wolf, Leon, and Andrew lose sight of their targets and Falco and Slippy take advantage of this to find the bomb in the underground levels and disarm it. Meanwhile, Fox gets lost in the maze in the lower levels as Peppy and Pigma fight above ground outside of the base. And... this is where I felt like my brain wanted to war with my heart because HGGG.

On Fox's side, he finds himself in a hallway right by a secret lab with an indoor window whilst his comm line remains open so he can remain in contact with the rest of the Team (though Peppy is intermittently losing connection). The lab itself resembled a morgue, complete with chambers where bodies where held and an examination table. A simian scientist in a lab coat was there, who appeared similar as the Ruffian whom Star Fox spoke with upon approaching Sargasso in Assault, though with white hair. 

He spoke to Fox in the most chilling, dissonantly serene manner, greeting Fox as though he was expecting him. The dialogue was something along the lines of:

Scientist: Hello, Fox. I have been waiting for you. Fox: Were you now? Scientist: I have been expecting you to come pick up your father by now. Would you like to see him? I've fixed him right up. Fox: .....What?

The scientist would then open one of the chambers as Falco and Slippy, overhearing all this from the intercom, desperately calls out to Fox what the hell is going on. The scientist pulls out a bodybag and unzips it..... it's James. Complete with shades and the nick on his ear. Fox balks at the window, hesitating and shaking on the spot. All while the scientist presents the body in full gory detail.

Scientist: You don't believe it's your father? Come take a look yourself. He's very much dead. Would you like to see his eyes? I'd have to search his skull. I don't think I can unsew his mouth if you'd want me to. It was so hard putting his jaw back together.

Fox was just. Frozen on the spot. You can tell he was just contemplating shooting the scientist guy through the window for desecrating James' body like that.... until you hear from Slippy on the intercom:

Slippy: Fox!! Don't listen to him! Your dad should have been dead for five years! There is no way that could be him!!

Meanwhile, above ground, things are looking dire for Peppy. Peppy's Arwing was completely destroyed, and any attempts at requesting another one of something from the Great Fox are constantly interrupted. Finally, Pigma catches up to him, as debris fell on Peppy, keeping him pinned onto the ground and unable to escape. Pigma approaches Peppy and opens up his canopy, showing his face, and aims his gun at Peppy's face, taunting him one last time in person before he decides to kill him. Peppy braces himself for death.... and braces... and braces... nothing. He looks onto Pigma... he's hesitating from squeezing the trigger. Shaking. Almost crying. Peppy then tries to appeal to him, pleading him to not pull that trigger. Even reminding him of the last time they were here in Katina. And then a flashback.

James was leading Pigma and Peppy on a similar mission of disarming a bomb in Katina, and once more, they were on foot, dodging enemy fire. Pigma was assigned to do the disarming, all while James and Peppy were tasked to defend Pigma while he does his work. Just as it looked like the bomb would go off, they managed to succeed. They even celebrated, James, Peppy, and Pigma all cheering that they are still together, alive, and grateful they can trust each other. They got each other's back. As friends as well as colleagues.

Cut to the present. Peppy is still pleading with Pigma, and now both are crying. Wolf, meanwhile, orders Pigma to finish the mission, as the bomb is expected to go off any moment now. Slippy and Falco have failed to reach the bomb. The base is shaking, with the walls breaking down and electricity surging all over. Pigma could have just left Peppy there--he's pinned down anyway. Fox, Falco, and Slippy are nowhere to be seen. Peppy pleads to Pigma that they could run away from here together, forget about the past. Forget what happened. Rebuild their friendship. Look for a better future after the Wars. And forgive each other. Pigma then lowers himself in his seat, gritting his teeth, as he holds onto the controls of his mech as he lowers his gun....

Pigma: ... It's way past forgiveness now.

A gunshot within the shadows. And blood.

There was no sound. Everything seemed to slow down. Falco and Slippy run down the halls, trying to escape the base, and thankfully find Fox along the way. The scientist guy leaves the lab nonchalantly through a secret door within the morgue. Fox is frozen in disbelief as he heard Pigma's shot through the intercom. Did... Pigma kill Peppy? Time sped up and sound returned as normal as red lights flash everywhere and sirens scream into your ears. Fox, Falco, and Slippy managed to make it in time as fire broke out outside the base, their Arwings damaged but flyable. They make their way out into the flames to hop into their cockpits and escape...

Peppy's bullet-riddled body can be seen in the flames, pinned under the debris. He's not breathing.

Fox loses it. Just as the timer is running out, Falco and Slippy plead for Fox as he gets out of his cockpit, crying to Peppy as he rushes to the debris and try to pry it off him. The clock is ticking. Falco tells Fox to just leave Peppy: he's already dead. Fox doesn't care. We get very quick flashbacks of when Fox and Peppy knew each other back in the day. When Fox was a pup and Peppy attended his birthday party. When he scraped his knee and Peppy put a bandaid on it. When he was attending his mother's funeral with his Peppy and James comforting him in the rain. When Peppy arrived on Papetoon after escaping that fateful mission to Venom. All while Fox is trying to pull the rubble off Peppy, as though not caring if he gets caught in the explosion. Knowing full well they could just die right here, right now, Falco and Slippy leap out of their cockpits and help Fox remove the rubble, then aid him in bringing Peppy’s body into Fox’s cockpit as they barely make it off the base alive. The explosion’s blowback even knocks them out as they are exiting the atmosphere, and it seemed like forever until their ships make it out of orbit, on its way to the Great Fox.

The scene cuts quickly to the three just. Staring onto Peppy’s body while he laid on a cot in the dark. Slippy is clearly crying, Falco can’t even cognitively muster a response in grief. And Fox. He stares into space. Wondering why he fell for the scientist’s lies and came to Peppy’s aid when he had the chance.

And the episode ends there.

And I was just all “...WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?” So I looked the episode online, as of course there is a wikipedia page on it. Apparently this episode caused a lot of controversy in Japan, and in an interview with one of the head writers, he says that he decided with killing off Peppy in such a heartwrenching manner because 1.) He wanted to bring back the emotional gravitas of losing a wingman permanently as the original Star Fox had, and 2.) He REALLY hated how Peppy’s fakeout was written in, so the death scene and everything written around it was intended to be a “fix” to that. BAWWW.

So of course I tried to look for a followup to this episode, and found out, in a future episode, they actually return to the destroyed Katina base for... some reason or other. I think Fox wanted to find the scientist to see if he really knew what happened to James. Upon finding him, the graphics of the anime resembled closer to how Battle Begins looked (as in traceovers of game models), and Fox was able to lead Falco and Slippy into the remains of the lab. For... some strange reason, everything was starting to look like a Dead Space level, with meat moss everywhere and blood and such. Yeah.

The scientist was there and is all “...I found the secret to eternal life. Want to meet your father, Fox?~” And before Fox, Falco, and Slippy knew it, James (or the lookalike) comes in with a horde of Resident Evil-styled zombies. And then cut to black.

...Yeah, it was at that part where I thought “....this is just a fucking dream, isn’t it?” And indeed, I woke up to the TV still on and a video game review (?) being on, because apparently both Rob and I fell asleep before either of us could turn it off.

#death tw #blood tw #body horror tw #[OOC] #star fox #fox mccloud #slippy toad #peppy hare #falco lombardi #pigma dengar

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Oh boy one of these again

“Even though both of these characters are awesome, fans can’t help but argue among themselves, so the question is simple: Who makes the better Spider-Man? Is it the new kid on the block who is winning new fans over left and right, or is it the classic Spidey that basically started it all?”

 It’s Peter.

 This isn’t even a debate.

 One character is literally trying to be a replication of the other but throwing in some zigs where they zagged, whilst the other is the thing being replicated that also revolutionized comic books forever.

 “As always, the answer to this question is: “it depends.” ”

 Yes. It depends if you are a moronic clickbait author or not.

 Do most Miles Morales fans even honestly argue that Miles is the best Spider-Man as opposed to just...great in his own way?

 Like I’m pretty sure most Ben Reilly and Sam Wilson fans don’t try to honestly assert those guys are better than Peter or Steve.

 “How do you even begin to measure something like this? ”

 Who has had the biggest impact on the medium.

 Who was most original.

  Who has the most acclaimed stories.

  Who has had the most comparatively unconvoluted narrative.

 Who’s stories stick closest to the fundamental guiding ideas behind the core concept of Spider-Man and execute that the best.

 Mystery solved.

     20. MILES: BETTER ORIGIN

  “The Peter Parker Spider-Man has an origin story that is downright iconic. There’s no denying that. However, if we’re being honest, then Miles Morales has a much better origin story. And it’s one that modern audiences will find a much easier time relating to.”

Hmm, a scientifically gifted teenager gets bitten by a super science spider and gains spider powers that he doesn’t commit to using altruistically for the wider community. Because of this he fails to intervene in a crime the results of which ultimately wind up killing a noble person he admired. From this he learned that his great powers should be used responsibily to help others and carried a burden of guilt around with him. o this end he dressed up in webbed spandex and became a crime fighter called Spider-Man.

 Yeah...I can see how that is so much better and modern than Peter Parker’s origin...

  This doesn’t even explain how or why the origin is better, it just says Peter’s origin is iconic but Miles is better and leaves it at that.

 Surely if something is better than the iconic thing you’d have more to say about it.

  “Miles, meanwhile, had to deal with his powers being stolen by an uncle (whom we saw briefly in Spider-Man: Homecoming) before Miles’ early exploits with Venom led to the loss of his mother.”

 This isn’t part of his origin and therefore doesn’t belong in this section.

Moreover it’s asinine because it omits Peter’s early adventures to give the false impression Miles is better.

 Let’s say Miles’ uncle stole his powers. Why is this somehow better than ‘My uncle is dead, I need to step up and replace him as the man of the house, also my aunt is chronically ill, I am cash strapped and I constantly get shit in both my identities’.

 Call me crazy but wasn’t Spider-Man supposed to be ABOUT those normal life problems as opposed to the inherently fantastical problem of your magic science spider powers getting jacked?

 Or your mother dying due to an ooze monster before she was literally resurrected like two years later negating all drama?

 Even if his mother had remained dead, how does this make him better than Peter? His mother died. Wow. I’ve NEVER seen a superhero with a dead parent before. I’ve NEVER seen a female supporting character die in a superhero story before. Certainly not a Spider-man story. Certainly not a Spider-Man story that changed comic books forever before shallow repetitions like murdering the characters mother turned it into a mess of a cliché. A mess of a cliché that the same guy who did it reversed 2 years later.

  “In this way, he feels a much keener guilt over the passing away of a family member than Peter Parker does”

  **** please!

 His mother came BACk to life two years later and it wasn’t like his ENTIRE motivation after she died was BUILT around his grief over her death.

 Like Peter brings up Uncle Ben’s death so much that we needed to do a movie that SPECIFICALLY DOESN’T BRING IT UP!

 And this isn’t even getting into how despite being a family member the best analogy for Rio within Peter’s story is Gwen NOT Uncle Ben.

 And you cannot with a straight face tell any Spider-Man fan Gwen’s death was not AS keenly felt by Peter as Rio’s was for Miles.

 Miles quit after Rio died and then an arc or two later after a time skip he was back in the saddle. Meanwhile literally 2 years worth of issues were devoted to depicting Peter’s grieiving of Gwen and then we also wouldn’t shut up about it for another 40 years!

 “making him not only more motivated, but more sympathetic in the eyes of the readers.”

 If Rio’s death made Miles more motivated than Peter...why did he literally quit being Spider-Man after she died?

 This gets even dumber when you consider this article is drawing an analogy between Rio’s death and Uncle Ben.

 RIO’s death motivated Miles to quit for  A WHOLE YEAR!

 Uncle Ben’s death motivated Peter to BE a superhero for *checks watch) 56 years and counting!

 And what is this the tragedy Olympics? Miles deserves more sympathy because his mother died when he was fighting a villain than Peter does for when his father figure died due to someone he failed to stop?

 At best BOTH things are equally tragic and worthy of sympathy.

 At worst if you truly contextualize this, fuck no Miles doesn’t deserve more sympathy.

 I’m not saying ‘screw him he deserved it’. I’m just saying of course Peter had it worse.

 When Rio died that was the third major death in Miles’ life. His mother, his uncle and Ult Peter Parker.

 Yeah, that’s 2 dead family members to Peter’s 1 circa Gwen’s death right?

  Wrong. Peter lost his parents, his uncle which was his fault, George Stacy who was another father figure which he also felt guilty over and then also his girlfriend/practically his fiancé...which he also felt guilty over.

 Then you’ve got the fact that Miles, whilst feeling guilty over Ult Peter’s death, didn’t actually know him personally. Peter knew all those people personally sans his parents, but they were still his parents.

 And then he had to be the provider for May whilst having exactly zero emotional support from anyone other than her. Miles had Ganke through everything. Peter had jackshit and was also getting bullied and was also getting hated on by Jameson.

 You can’t even say “Well Miles had it worse because he saw his mother die violently right in front of him.” Peter saw and CAUSED Gwen to die violently in front of him, he saw George Stacy die violently in front of him, he at least KNEW Uncle Ben died violenty and in his own home to boot.

 And unlike Miles’ uncle or mother none of THOSE people came back to life!

 19. PETER: CREATIVE USE OF POWERS

 “Have you ever thought about how limited Peter Parker’s powers really are? No, seriously — he has spider-sense and super-strength, and he made himself some webs and that’s it”

 -and, spider agility, and spider speed and you know wall-crawling the one thing his namesake, a spider, FAMOUSLY does!

 “Seemingly every issue has him doing something new with his powers,”

 Says someone who’s clearly not read much Spider-Man.

 How the hell do you even begin to try and have him do something new in every issue across multiple monthly titles across 57 years my god!

 18. MILES: COOLER COSTUME

 “If you were trying to figure out what the most iconic comic book costume was, it may very well be Peter Parker’s Spider-Man costume. Those red and blue tights have inspired literally decades of comics fans, young and old. But we hate to break it to you: Miles Morales has the cooler costume.”

 “The red and blue may be iconic, but it’s also difficult to translate into the real world, such as live action films.”

 This is fucking moronic on four levels.

 Level 1: It was a costume designed for a comic book which isn’t set in the real world or even in a live action medium so the point is fucking moot because the measure of a COMIC BOOK character’s costume is how well it works in a COMIC BOOK.

 By this logic Batman’s costume sucks shit because it’s rarely translated well into live action and usually needed to be made all black.

 By this logic ALL MANGA isn’t that great because none of it translates t the real world.

 Level 2: If the thing is ICONIC then obviously is does effing work!

 Level 3: Solid black with red patterning on top of it. Yes. I can see how this is very original and inherently better.

 Level 4: The red and blue costume has literally been translated into film FOUR TIMES!

 “Meanwhile, Miles’ black and red costume looks sleek and modern.”

 Looking sleek and modern doesn’t counter ‘is difficult to translate to film’. Those are two separate things.

 Moreover, it’s ‘modernity’ is afforded it by being again, mostly unoriginal.

 Shit Spider-Man’s SECOND most iconic costume, which is also more iconic than Miles’, is even MORE sleek so does that make it more ‘modern’ too?

  It’s the same nonsense as before, ‘it’s just better’. How and why!

  “ It’s a perfect compromise between comic book sensibilities and real world aesthetics”

 Which means it’s not as good in the medium it was designed for as another costume that was!

 “and you can’t help but grin whenever you see it.”

 That isn’t even a point, that’s barely even an individual opinion!

 17. PETER: BETTER LOVE INTERESTS

“Sometimes, comparing Peter Parker and Miles Morales feels like comparing apples and oranges. ”

 And reading this article comparing them feels like throwing up.

 “That’s because there are some cool things that one hero has that the other doesn’t, meaning there’s no real comparison. ”

 Okay like...first of all if the author actually believes that then what the fuck is the point of this list!

 Second of all, the fact that they are comparing them means obviously they can be compared.

 Thirdly the fact that they are literally both characters called Spider-Man, with spider powers, based in New York, who got their powers the same way, fight ostensibly the same villains and (allegedly) touch upon the same types of sub-genres and are both made by Marvel comics OBVIOUSLY MEANS THEY ARE COMPARABLE!

 Like fuck dude, this isn’t like you are trying to compare Spider-Man to the Power Rangers!

  “Peter Parker has had an epic romance with Mary Jane Watson, as well as dalliances with Felicia Hardy and Carlie Cooper.”

  Really? You are going to list off a quick romantic history of Spider-Man and you mention MJ and Felicia and...Carlie Cooper.

 A character not seen since 2014. A character who dated Spider-Man for like one year publishing time.

 You will mention her but not, I dunno, Gwen effing Stacy?

  16. MILES: MORE INFLUENTIAL

 I’m face palming from just the title of this one.

 “One reason that we think Miles Morales might be the better Spider-Man is because of how influential he is. And we’re not just talking about more and more fans discovering the character each year. A major bit of evidence is that his character highly influenced the insanely successful Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

  Well I’m happy somebody is acknowledging Homecoming was basically a whitewashed Miles movie.

 “An example of this is Peter’s friend in the movie, Ned Leeds. Longtime Spidey fans were surprised that he looked nothing like the Ned of the comics. That’s because his design and characterization was based on Miles’ friend, Ganke Lee. On top of that, we even see Miles’ uncle, Aaron Davis, played by Donald Glover. This gave many fans hope we’d see Miles Morales in the MCU!”

  Just to be crystal clear here, this ‘article’ is asserting that Miles Morales, a character invented by Bendis and Pichelli less than 10 years ago, is more influential than the character that....literally every teenage super hero after 1962 was inspired by (including Miles himself)...who was created by one of the art Gods of all comics and the single most famous writer of comic books of all time.

 And their ‘evidence’ for this was...one movie from last year...that he wasn’t even in...

 15. PETER: FANTASTIC…FIVE?

There is nothing objectionable in this sans the fact that he joined the Future Foundation not the F4.

14. MILES: STEALTHY SPIDER

 “We love Peter Parker’s abilities but if we’re being honest, they don’t always make a lot of sense. Detecting future danger and being super-strong is really neat, but it never exactly screamed “spider” to us.”

 Spiders are very strong for their size. Hence ‘proportional strength of a spider’ as a commonly used phrase associated with the character.

 The Spider Sense is more defencible as being ‘not a spider thing’, but there are still ways to explain it.

 “It felt a bit like the writers were just making stuff up.”

 ...making stuff up is literally the definition of writing fiction...

 “And if you’re going to make up some weird powers, we say “go big or go home.””

 None of Peter’s powers sans his spider sense were even remotely weird if he was intended as a human spider.

  “And that’s why we like Miles Morales’ cool stealth ability. His ability to blend into his surroundings creates some really fun stories, and adds a fun dose of Batman to the Spidey stories that we love.”

 Not only is this dumb because being like another character is not a good thing (doesn’t it make you less unique), but worse it pretends like having stealth is something that’s even MORE insane for a spider than spider sense.

 It’s not.

 Spiders can camouflage into their surroundings like you know....shittons of animals people commonly know about.

 13. PETER: AVENGERS MEMBER

 Nothing that wrong here.

 12. MILES: GALACTUS FIGHTER

  “When fans argue about which characters are the best, there are plenty of different metrics. One of the biggest, though, is who the character has managed to fight. And if a hero is able to take on a villain well above their weight, it establishes just how serious they are.

So, how can you tell that Miles Morales is the best? He managed to take on Galactus. No, seriously — when Galactus threatened the universe, Miles Morales teamed up with resident big brain Reed Richards in order to get information and allies. While it was definitely a team effort, Miles should get credit for tackling a bigger foe than Peter Parker ever did.”

 This is so fucked up it’s not even funny.

 By this logic ANY TIME Peter contributed even a little to a team effort that ultimately led to beating someone it should count on his win record.

 Okay then. In AvX he contributed to fighting the Phoenix, which is canonically MORE powerful than Galactus. He’s also contributed to fighting Galactus in Secret Wars. He contributed to fighting Onslaught who was approaching a Galactus level threat. He contributed towards defeating Scarlet Witch in House of M and restoring the 616 universe, Scarlet Witch also being even more powerful than Galactus in that story.

 If you DIDN’T use this type of bullshit then Peter has taken on supremely more powerful foes than Miles.

 Juggernaut, Hulk, Tri-Sentinel, Rhino. The entire X-Men.

 Even the stuff that doesn’t make sense for either character put Peter ahead. Peter beat Firelord a Herald of Galactus, whilst Miles beat Blackheart, the son of Mephisto.

 Let me remind you that Silver Surfer, also a Herald of Galactus, has beaten Mephisto himself.

 Therefore Firelord is most likely put of Blackheart’s weight class.

 11. PETER: CIA PARENTS

 There is nothing incorrect in this but why is this a point in Peter’s favour? Spider-Man is supposed to be down to Earth so the more James Bond super spy craziness involved the more reductive it is.

 Hell it doesn’t even make sense against Miles since Miles dad worked for SHIELD.

  “We shouldn’t be surprised Peter is who he is when he had parents like this!”

 Yeah or you know it could’ve been because of Uncle Ben as literally every version of Spider-Man spells out for us.

  10. MILES: S.H.I.E.L.D. AGENT

 “Just as you can judge a hero by who they fight, you can also judge them by who they fight alongside. When a character joins a team with a proud history and powerful members, it goes to show just how amazing that hero is. And this is why we love that Miles Morales is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He was hand-picked as a hero with great potential and trained by the greatest secret agents on the planet and this is all the more impressive because he already has more training and experience at his young age than Peter had way back when.”

See what I said about about James Bond stuff in Spider-Man being a bad thing.

 Also, if Miles is better because he fought alongside SHIELD, then by this logic Peter would be better because he was a member of the Avengers and FF...at the same time.

 Moreover, whilst it’s true Miles has had more training than peter had, he hasn’t necessarily had as much experience.

 And the point is moot if training and experience doesn’t translate into you being a better fighter, and at a comparable age, Peter definitely could’ve beaten Miles provided the writers didn’t cop out and have his Spider Sense not work so he can avoid Miles’ cheat code Venom blast.

 9. PETER: CHEATING HIS DEMISE

“One time, Kraven filled Spider-Man with tranquilizer darts and left him to pass away, going so far as to bury him. Peter emerged alive, but he later “passed away” after fighting Morlun, only to be reborn with weird new spider-powers. It turns out you just can’t keep him down!”

 Okay, but he also died in Secret Wars, Infinity Gauntlet and Infinity War (the comic, not the movie, or it might’ve been Infinity Crusade).

 8. MILES: BETTER SUPPORTING CAST

 Oooooooooooooooooooooh boy can’t wait for this!

 “Sure, given enough time, you may be able to rattle off a few additional names when it comes to Peter Parker’s supporting cats.”

 This is such BS because Felicia alone is a more memorable supporting cat than any of the felines in Miles’ series.

 LEARN TO SPELL CHECK ON THE ARTICLE YOU’VE BEEN PAID FOR!

 “But when pressed, most people will simply say “Aunt May and Mary Jane.””

 No, most people would say Aunt May, Mary Jane, Harry Osborn, J. Jonah Jameson, Gwen Stacy and possibly now Ned Leeds due to Homecoming.

 And that’s just for Joe Average on the street. Actual comic book fans would say all those people and also probably Black Cat, Betty Brant, Joe Robertson, Liz Allan, Flash Thompson and possibly Norman Osborn and Eddie Brock (the latter being a mistake due to adaptations but still, they’d mention him).

 “And while we’re calling them a “supporting cast,” they often don’t play a major role in the story.”

 Almost like they exist to...SUPPORT the main story isn’t it? Wheras being a MAJOR character would be different.

 This is also a BS metric to use for Spider-Man. Spider-Man’s core concept involves him being a normal guy in his civilian life who is also a super hero, with those two sides impacting upon one another.

 Since most stories are mostly about the hero stuff it means that to get the supporting cast involved in major stories would make them involved in the super hero stuff and therefore make Peter’s civilian life NOT normal.

 “With Miles, he gets to have his spider-cake and eat it, too. He has a major supporting friend in the form of Ganke Lee, who provides insight into both the personal and the superhero life of Miles. And Miles has an extended supporting cast as part of all those team-ups: Avengers, Ultimates — if Miles needs help, some A-listers are just a dial away!”

 First off, by this logic Mary Jane from like 1984 and Aunt May from 2001 would count as equally as Ganke.

 Second of all Ganke is literally the ONLY supporting cast the folks with the most cursory knowledge of Miles could name. Even under CBR’s nonsensical logic of Aunt May and Mj being the ONLY people anyone would know from Peter’s cast, that’s still two vs. one. The author brought up a point against Peter and then failed to demonstrate how Miles is better in comparison, probably because he wasn’t.

 Thirdly the Avengers and the Ultimates are NOT supporting cast members, they are team mates!

 Fourthly, by that logic Peter again has the advantage since the Avengers, F4, the (Netflix) Defenders, the X-Men and literally everyone he ever teamed up with in Marvel Team up count as his supporting cast!

  7. PETER: DEALING WITH THE DEVIL

 Forget what I said earlier. Now THIS really should be good!

  “We’re going to keep saying this over and over again, but the best way to judge a hero is to look at the villains they have gone up against. And in the case of Peter Parker, he’s actually survived the greatest villain in all of history in the devil himself or, as they call him in Marvel Comics, Mephisto.”

 That is such insane broken and desperate logic I almost want to love this article for trying.

 Peter is better than Miles BECAUSE of the worst Spider-man story of all time.

 Wow. That’s beautifully bonkers.

But seriously, this is...just holy shit.

 Peter did survive an encounter with Mephisto...but Mephisto was never trying to kill him. They never exchanged blows at all.

 Saying Peter survived Mephisto is like saying Miles survived God Emperor Doom in Secret Wars, therefore he’s more awesome.

 Then you have the fact that Mephisto really, really, really isn’t even the greatest villain in the marvel universe. I hate to invoke Quesada, but he isn’t even the ACTUAL devil. He’s not even the ACTUAL guy who rebelled against God and was damned to be the ruler of Hell. He’s one of the 4 rulers of Hell alongside Satan, Satannish and Lucifer, who is the ACTUAL Biblical devil. In fact one of them (Satannish) is himself the SON of the Dread Dormammu and supposed to be weaker than his old man IIRC.

 DAFQ are you the greatest villain when the DAD of one of your peers is a bigger deal than you are?

 And if we ignore morality for a moment and look at raw power, shittons of antagonists are much more powerful and dangerous than Mephisto or else have been capable at times of owning his red ass.

 Thanos. Firelord. Hela. Galactus. Annihilus. Dark Phoenix. Arguably Apocalypse and Onslaught.

 “Longtime fans don’t like to remember this because it is a highly controversial story. ”

 Longtime fans? It was only 10 years ago!

 And the sequel was only 8 years ago!

 And it got referenced explicitely THIS YEAR!

  “Spider-Man basically gets Mephisto to save Aunt May’s life, but Mephisto’s price is that he will rewrite reality so that Peter and Mary Jane never loved each other. ”

 Holy shit that isn’t even an accurate summation of the most infamous story ever.

 Mephisto rewrites their marriage, not their love. And Spidey gets him to do nothing, it was an offer Peter accepted.

 “Is it the clumsiest reset button ever? Sure. But Peter still survived encountering the ultimate evil.”

 He survived in so far as he didn’t die. He objectively lost though.

  6. MILES: PLAYING WELL WITH OTHERS

  “One of the weirder qualities of Peter Parker is how much he likes to keep to himself. ”

 No one in the real world does that. And it isn’t like he has a rich friendship group or anything.

 “Sure, he’s been on many teams (and that many more team-ups), but at the end of the day, he prefers to work alone.”

 Except when he’s in Marvel Team up or with Black Cat.

 “This isn’t the case for Miles Morales, which is why the young man has better allies than Peter does.”

 Preferring to be a loner vs a team player doesn’t make you better or worse it’s just different. But even if it didn’t Peter has allies too. Most of Miles allies are also Peter’s and Peter has even more.

 “Who are we talking about? Miles is both friends and allies with characters like Ms. Marvel, Nova, Amadeus Cho,”

 And Peter is both friends and allies with characters like Captain Marvel (both female ones), the ORIGINAL more powerful Nova, and Bruce Banner, a.k.a. the original and holy fuck immeasurably stronger Hulk.

 He’s also friends with Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Wolverine and most of the X-Men and Avengers and F4.

  “He seemed to figure out something early on that eluded Peter Parker for many years: that it’s good to have a support system in place, especially as a superhero!”

 And yet, Peter survivied on his own for years like a bad ass.

  5. PETER: THE MAN, THE MYTH

 “While the comic played coy and never confirmed this, it is strongly hinted that Peter Parker is part of centuries of “spider totems” that are chosen as champions. That means the spider that bit him was not powered by radiation: it had powers it wanted to give Peter, and only later passed away due to radiation. You may or may not believe it, but Peter quite likely has centuries of lineage fueling his powers!”

 Again this isn’t necessarily a good thing.

  4. MILES: BETTER VILLAINS

BWAHAHAHAHAHA...oh they’re serious...

 Do you want to know the secret to nostalgia? Your brain only remembers the good parts of whatever you’re thinking about. Your buddy that loves ’80s music? Trust us when we say that he managed to brain wipe some pretty awful stuff — it’s a lot like that with Peter Parker’s rogues gallery.

Sure, there are some cool villains like Venom, Green Goblin, and Doctor Octopus, but there are also some real lame ones like the Shocker.

 a)   The author can go suck a dick, Shocker is awesome.

b)   Yeah SOME cool villains like those 3 guys...and Carnage...and Kingpin...and Hobgoblin...and Rhino...and Scorpion...and Electro...and Vulture....and basically everyone under the Ditko run

c)   By this logic Miles villains suck ass too because he’s fought many lame ones too

  “Compared to this, Miles Morales has fewer villains, but that means fewer duds as well. ”

 Super hero rogue’s galleries are not marked negatively.

 It’s one thing if you have few good villains and most of the time you fight lame ones.

 It’s entirely different if you have a lot of good villains, and way more disposable rarely seen lame ones. The lame ones don’t make the whole thing suck shit.

 This is particularly asinine since most of Miles villains are either Peter’s villains or else the Ultimate versions of them.

 What is worse is that by this logic BATMAN has a worse rogue’s gallery than Miles Morales!

 “We’ll take cool villains like the resurrected Aaron Davis over Peter Parker’s C-list baddies any day!”

 So would I probably but would you take him over Venom, Doc Ock or any of the Osborns!

  3. PETER: ALIEN FIGHTER

I don’t even understand how this is a point in Peter’s favour

  2. MILES: SPIDER-BITE

“As we said earlier, it often felt weird that Spider-Man wasn’t more like, well, a spider.”

 He is like one the author is just a jackass.

  “Which is one of the reasons we appreciate Miles Morales so much. In addition to having a cooler backstory”

 A near identical backstory made cooler because the author said so...

 “and a more realistic costume, ”

 Which is bad because in a visual medium like comics where you aren’t bound by the constraints of reality (hence spandex looks awesome) ‘realism’ in your costume designs is not a good thing.

 “Miles has more realistic spider-powers as well, including his “bite.””

 ...his what?

  “With a simple touch, Miles Morales is able to incapacitate villains. Now, Spidey being Spidey, he still has to engage in some wild fisticuffs on more than one occasion, but it’s pretty cool to see that he can take down major bad guys with a spider-bite instead of just fists powered by “radioactive blood.””

 Wow.

 Lets unpack this.

 First of all the author is such a dumbass they don’t even realize Miles’ Venom blast (not named because the author is a hack) is not a representation of a spider bite, but of a specific ability some species of spiders possess wherein they can paralyze foes with bio-electricity.

 This is one of THE most well known things about Miles.

  Second of all if this was analogous to a spider bite wouldn’t it i dunno involve his fucking TEETH!

 Third of all this is Miles’ worst power. It sucks the drama out of action sequences because it’s an auto-win button which means he wins too easily or looks like a moron when he doesn’t just bust it out.

 1. PETER: STOPPING THE UNSTOPPABLE

Again, there is nothing wrong in this, but like...how does this prove Peter is better.

 This article made me ill

#spider-man #Miles Morales #Peter Parker #CBR #comic book resources #Ganke Lee #Rio Morales #SHIELD #Ultimate Spider-Man #SPider-Man: Homecoming

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Kyle Crain | Snake in the Garden

Full name: Kyle Crain

Nicknames: Hotshot ( Joey ) , Mister ( Joey )

Birthday: September 9, 1989 (Age 29)

Sexuality: Antiromantic & Pansexual / “who cares?”

MBTI: ESTP

Family: Dominic Crain ( father ✝ ) , Lilith Goodman ( mother ) , Fred Goodman ( step-father ) , Julian Goodman ( step-sister ) , Hannah Goodman ( half-sister ) , Ewan Goodman ( half-brother )

Height: 5′7 inch  | 176cm

Side: Neutral

John’s tattoos: soon

Location: Hope County

Occupation: junior deputy

Hobbies: nothing and everything at the same time, whatever keeps him entertained for an amount of time, watching movies filmed like they’re real footage movies, hunting

Background / Pre-Cult: From a very young age Kyle knew that he was different from other kids, different from other people. He didn’t feel emotions like others did. And he truthfully spoke about that to his father, who tried to teach him to not tell about his feelings to other people, being afraid they would look at him differently. Though Kyle didn’t understand, he acted like a good son, trying to mimic other people’s reactions and emotions. When he was eleven, his father died from cancer. Though Kyle didn’t feel grief or sadness about his father’s death, he was disappointed that from that point he had no one to share his real side with. His mother annoyed him, but he kept up the good and caring son figure, being there for her at the time of Dominic’s death. When Kyle turned thirteen, Lilith, his mother remarried to Fred Goodman. They moved with Kyle from Louisiana, to Montana. Kyle didn’t like his step-father. Fred was too judgemental toward him, and Kyle doesn’t like to be judged by other, minor people. He studied in a high school in Missoula. From his family he only felt a connection to Hannah, his sister. Not that he felt love towards her. But she actually amused him and the hate they both shared towards Fred. When he finished high school, he immediately started to train to become an officer. He didn’t care much about saving and helping other people, and though he had the intellect and money to become a lawyer or even a judge, or a surgeon, he wanted to hold a weapon during his job. When the County Sheriff Department started investigating the cult and the Seeds, he immediately thought: “Well, consider this my early-christmas-present”, knowing how many peope he gets to kill while he “fights” the cult.

Thoughts about people in Hope County :

Earl Whitehorse: Kyle thought about how nice and kind the sheriff acts with everyone they meet. Locals, co-workers, random people. He was very kind with him when he started working at the sheriff station. He’s nice... too nice, even. Makes Kyle gag in his mind, but he keeps up a smile for the old man.

Staci Pratt: His jokes and teasing wants to make him put the guy out of his misery. He doesn’t have any feelings of pity towards the man. He doesn’t consider him anything more, then a cockroach. He doesn’t even act like he likes Pratt, just so the man won’t come near him and annoy him to no end.

Joey Hudson: The woman is getting on his nerves. Her constant flirting and playing around. He acts like he likes it, he laughs and flirts back. But in reality he would rather stab her with a scissor than have her around him for even a minute.

Nancy: Doesn’t have many thoughts about her. He doesn’t really care either about the old woman. He keeps bringing her donuts every morning and he keeps complimenting her, like a good little boy, trying to impress his mommy. But it’s all an act, like everything else, when he interacts with ‘normal’ people.

Dutch: He actually likes the old man. He reminds him a lot of his father, his manner and his tips. He considers him amusing then most. He doesn’t like him. But he doesn’t hate him either, so that makes Dutch very lucky and special in a way.

Jerome Jeffries: Jesus Christ, and for everything that’s holy and unholy. He hates priests and preacher. He doesn’t care if the man is against the cult or not. He doesn’t want to listen to his preaching or his commands. Who is he to command him? Him?!

Eli Palmer: The guy is a pain in the ass. Honestly if Eli would leave the bunker even once, he would probably shoot him and lie that he did it because he looked like a peggie from a distance, with that hair and beard. But honestly he would kill him, because he’s just too... annoying.

Virgil: “Fat, old, pathetic...”

Tracey: “Who... the hell cares?”

Sharky Boshaw: “Not talking about that baboon, nope.”

Grace Armstrong: “Jesus, what’s this interest with everyone? I don’t know! I don’t care!”

Faith Seed: “Honestly, I would fuck her.” That’s his only thought. But other than that, he doesn’t care if the blonde lives or dies. She seems like a crazy chick. He loves and hates crazy chicks. But if she comes anywhere near him with her stupid drug, he’ll shoot her, no matter how hot she is.

John Seed: Same as with Faith, would sleep with him at least once. The guy is crazy, reminds him a lot about himself. Though the difference between them is that Kyle won’t let anyone control him, meanwhile John is only a puppet of Joseph. So he thinks of him as pathetic and weak. But still... would fuck him at least once, before he kills him.

Jacob Seed: Too grumpy and old for his liking. He’s too philosophical as well. Acts like he knows shit, when in reality, he doesn’t. So yeah, Kyle hates him pretty much and will do anything to get him under the ground already. How dare that ginger fuck think for one second he can control him with his mind-fuck-music?!

Joseph Seed: Joseph is the most amusing man he ever met. He feels like he finally met Sherlock, if he’s Moriarty. He’s the Doctor to his Master. Will to his Hannibal. Joseph is pretty much his muse. He keeps him occupied with all the people he keeps sending Kyle’s way. All those peggies, ready to be killed, by him. Kyle doesn’t really want to stop Joseph. He could... but why would he, that would mean the end of the fun.

Special thoughts of my ocs:

Hazel-Faye Blossom: soon

Eddie Blossom: soon

Special thoughts of peoples’ ocs

.. @onl-you ‘s universe

Liza Evans: Too loud, too nosy, too... annoying in general. He’ll probably never like him. But he keeps her close, trying to act nice around her to keep her on his good side. He doesn’t need a hacking b*tch spying on him. You know what they say... Keep your friends close...

Emmanuel McAdams: “Who?”

Dylan Highmoore: Dylan is too boring for Kyle, so he’ll probably never hang around him if he can help it.

Joffrey Orwell: The kid is an eyesore to him. Everyone loves him, everyone cares about him, it’s just making him sick. He’s being nice of course, he doesn’t want to rile people up against him. Kyle is a good actor, so he won’t screw up his mask of ‘normal’ just because he gets sick of the disney-like-kind and innocent Joffrey.

Na’eemah Tamman: “Don’t know, don’t care.”

Iah Tamman: “Do I have to repeat myself?! I... don’t...care...”

Bill Taylor: Pathetic and weak... Probably Kyle will have fun getting to know about Bill’s troubles. He would try to make the kid feel worse, try to get him over the edge and watch if he’ll end himself or not. Of course he would do this carefully, being very manipulative about it too, he doesn’t need anyone going after him because he’s trying to have fun with that kid. He doesn’t worth that much. Making blunt observations like: “So, if you don’t have any friends what are you good for?” And will probably laugh it off, patting him on the back. “I’m just messing with you kid, it’s nothing to be ashamed about, if you’re not good at anything, really. It’s not your fault.” He won’t do this around other people though.

Misha Annora: He would offer her once to have sex with him. He won’t be blunt about it either, but if he gets rejected then he doesn’t care about her really. Might as well die, if she won’t be any good use to him.

Trivia:

He never watches the same movie twice. If he already knows the plot, what’s the point in wasting his time rewatching a film?

He needs to be constantly occupied and amused or he’ll start thinking about violence and killing. Not because he enjoys that. He doesn’t really enjoy anything. But at least that’ll keep him... not too bored. For a while.

He would think his life is sad, being a psychopath, having no real feelings or remorse. But because he can’t really feel sad, he just... exists with the thought. And he tries to not think about it.

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[galadrieljones]

zero: chapter 3

Fandom: Horizon: Zero Dawn | Pairing: Aloy x Nil | Rating: M (Mature)

Content: Existential Angst, Touch-Starved, Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse, First Loves in the Wild, Slow Burn, Violence

Chapter 1: Zero | Chapter 2: Driftless | AO3

Borderlands

After she finished with the Grave Hoard she took Sickle back to Mother’s Crown and got a room above the tavern for four days. It was stripped to the studs but they had warm milk and hot soup, and she was sick of the rangy creatures she’d been eating in the wild. In a small way it felt fraudulent but it was not for long. What came next, she wasn’t ready for that and she wanted to grease her hinges a little and also she needed to get back to Erend.

In Meridian the second time she had met Avad the Sun-King, and he had been handsome in the same way as Nil. She thought about that now. Every time he spoke she saw Nil and his little eye tattoos and the expansive chest as a plank. But Avad was high up, and he smelled perfumed and this defied her understanding of men. She asked him point blank what he used on his skin and he proceeded to tell her about the chemical formulas of personal hygiene. Meanwhile, Nil just crushed the aloe in his enormous paws and smoothed it into his hair because it felt good. She knew he would be nearby, anytime she was in the Sundom. He would never set foot in the city but he would lurk nearby, because he knew she would keep going back there. And she knew that he was tracking her, somehow, along with the bandits, and this was enough.

I hear you have a companion, Avad had said to her the night she spent in the guest wing of the Palace of the Sun in Meridian. They were having dinner in a grand dining room with golden wallpaper and servants whooshing around on all sides. Some sort of clean and unappetizing white fish. A man who goes by the name of Nil.

Aloy looked up. She was wearing a bright blue silk blouse, given to her by a personal handmaiden she had not requested, poking at a pearl onion with the tines of her shiny fork. I see you've got feelers everywhere, she said, bristling. If you're going to spy on me, Avad, at least have the courtesy not to tell me about it.

I would never presume to spy on you, Aloy. He dabbed at his mouth with a cloth napkin. The reports came independent of my orders. It's more about keeping tabs on criminals.

Reformed criminals, said Aloy, her eyes feeling very mean that day. Nil served his time.

Avad seemed troubled, and also surprised that she knew so much. He nodded, in deference. He had a soft voice that made him seem like a soft man, but no soft man kills his father, Aloy knew by now. No matter how evil that motherfucker might have been. Avad was not a soft man. That is true, he said, I meant no offense, Aloy.

None taken, she said.

Back in the Embrace now she felt like losing her guts. After she left Mother’s Crown, She took a long detour back to her old house where she looked at Rost’s grave for an hour and cried and wondered how the fuck she was ever going to get past this. Sometimes she wondered if it was all meaningless bullshit, and maybe she should just stay here and rot and knit sweaters and be like that old lady Grata and never leave and just sit mumbling at the sky until the day she finally just tipped over into the snow chill and died. But then she remembered the machines and the devil’s voice in her focus, and it made her curl up again and physically shake out her head, and she knew it was a story bigger than her own, and this felt like a trap. She was trapped inside this journey, and there was nothing she could do. She tossed rocks off the cliff and tried to feel close to the old days. But they were getting farther and farther away, even as she sat with her back to the hut where she grew up. Growing up. How many times had she done that now? Or had she done it at all?

She wiped her cheeks and she slept, and then she saddled up Sickle in the early pink dawn and she road for the Sundom once again. Fuck this place, she thought, but she was going anyway. The Carja and all of their baubles. She didn’t know who she disdained more: the Carja or the Oseram or the Nora. The Oseram worked hard but their pride and provincial bullshit was almost as insufferable as the Carja and their shiny silverware. She felt no allegiance to the Nora. This much was now true. And their dull loyalty to a mother who had not served her at all now made Aloy laugh. She could feel herself entering a numb state in which she felt superior to everybody else. It was distasteful and she knew it was wrong and that it would pass. But for now it enabled her to soldier forward without second thought and without regret.

In any case, it was gonna take weeks but she needed to get to Pitchcliff. There was a human element here, and that went beyond Aloy’s ego and her hardened sensibilities. At least she thought it did. She had left Erend waiting for a long time, and he was probably already there, but he also knew she was a fucking spark on the wind, and he expected nothing more and nothing less, but she couldn’t do it to him anymore. Make him wait. He was a drunkard just like all the others, just like her on some nights, and even though he was not soft, he was not hard either, and she saw what all this instability with his personal life did to him. He stood proudly, tending to Avad, but he was not Avad. In fact, she preferred him to Avad, because at least he did not put on airs. He was a fuck-up who got by on his bluster and bravery and in the way he swung his axe alone. But he knew this. He made no excuses for the thing he had become or for the questionable measures he had taken to get there.

She tried hard not to think about Nil as she traversed the burnt out landscapes of the Borderlands. She ate mostly berries and the stringy, tough meat of rabbits and missed the hot food back at Mother's Crown, but this was temporary. She would have to sleep way high up in the canopy cliffs to avoid all the constant activity of the crazed machines, their in-fighting and the wandering cultists, and she even managed to override a Sawtooth to oversee her guard at night. She didn’t give the Sawtooth a name. When she left it, she knew the Ravagers would not be far off, and she knew they’d rip that Sawtooth limb from metal limb, and she did not want to ride away knowing she had abandoned to death something that had a name.

Sickle was a good friend. Aloy had been messing with her programming a little bit and she seemed to be getting smarter. She knew how to bring back rabbits without burning them up and she would stand quietly now as if pleased whenever Aloy would pet her metallic mane. She had sharper senses. She had grown protective. If only robots could feel, thought Aloy. And she would count all the different ways she might one day be happy.

When she finally got to Pitchcliff, she left Sickle to graze outside, and the guy she was looking for was dead and she was getting so damn sick of the irony she stuck her spear into the earth and fell to one knee and closed her eyes.

Erend didn’t understand. “Somebody beat us to him,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Shit.”

“He made a map, with his own blood,” Aloy said with her eyes closed. “See?”

“Where?”

“Look.”  

He knelt down beside her. He saw it now. His vision was always temporarily blurred, and he was always one step behind because he was ruled by his emotions. His only concern was his sister. She thought about Avad then and the way he spoke of Nil as if he knew him. Keeping tabs on criminals, he’d said. What an asshole. Aloy wanted to scream. The upright thrones of men and revered mothers annoyed her to the end of the world. Everybody rubbing scented oils into their skins so they could smell like nature but they had removed themselves from nature long ago. But not Nil. She tried not to think about Nil. She thought about winter instead. She thought about the Embrace, even if she no longer had a home there. She thought about Sickle and her blue light.

They couldn’t save Ersa. Aloy had got clipped in the shoulder by an arrow, and Erend helped her remove it right after the battle, and then he tied it off for her to staunch the bleeding. He watched to make sure she was okay, no matter how she urged him forward. He was tender in these moments. A lot of give. But Aloy had a lot of drugs and salves and things given to her by Nil and by the weird merchants of Meridian that would ease off the pain. She’d heal quickly, she told him. "Don't worry, Erend." Once they got down into that basement place with Ersa, Erend’s retching filled the space with such sorrow, and it was all an invention of his grief now once she was dead. This whole journey. Aloy turned around. She was bruised and battered, and she went back upstairs to give him his privacy, and she went outside, and she saw that it had begun to snow. She looked up and the sky was almost too bright to see. It hurt her eyes. The snow fell on the bodies of the Oseram mercenaries who had killed Erend’s sister. It fell on the machines and their dead body parts, and for just a moment, everything was freezing cold and very clean, and that was all.

She thought of Nil. And this time, she did not push the thought away.

It was always a surprise, and yet it wasn't, finding him anywhere, she thought. Most of all in the back of her mind where he seemed to hide out quite often, rearing his head when she least expected it and needed him most. Listening to Erend cry his tears in a basement dungeon while nature raged on through the mountains in the form of the falling snow, Aloy went back to Pitchcliff, but when she got there, it was a terrible sight. She found that Sickle had been shot down by a flock of Glinthawks, and she didn’t know what to do at first, because it was such a shock, and her instinct was to fix, but the atmosphere was psychotic, and there were metal birds and then the Oseram warriors everywhere demanding she help them, but there was blood in her eyes, and they couldn’t give her a reason why.

“Fuck off,” she said as one of them grabbed her arm.

“Look to the skies, Nora.”

“FUCK OFF.” She threw him to the earth, glared.

But one of the Glinthawks got into her view then, and it was so fucking loud, she took it down out of sheer annoyance. A few ropes and three arrows. That’s all it took. She removed its heart with extreme speed and precision while all the world screamed in her peripheral vision, and she tossed it to that screaming Oseram who didn’t know what to do with it and why the fuck she had given it to him at all amidst the chaos, and in that moment she was satisfied by his ignorance, and she said, “Sell it. Or are you that useless?” Then she wiped her tears and ran away to rip the hearts from as many metal birds as she could with that stupid Oseram still screaming at her back, holding that dumb piece of metal in his hands, like a child, fixated.

It took a while to finish the flock. There had been at least six total, and then the skies were quiet. The smoke rose from the earth. As soon as it all cleared and everybody was out there picking up the scrap and assessing the dead, Aloy was finally able to comb through the battlefield and salvage the pieces of Sickle. She dragged them to a cave in the side of a ravine, all by herself, as nobody offered to help her, and once there she assessed all the problems and their roots, but no matter how she tried in her tearful haste, she could not reconstruct her friend. There was too much missing. The wires were burnt out and crispy. The blue light shattered. She gave up when she accidentally burned her knuckles on something red and hot inside, and the sear made her yelp in pain. She shook out her hand, brought her knuckles to her lips, and she felt so defeated by her false hopes, and by all the men out there and their preening, and in her own defeat, she cried.

She left Sickle in the cave, eventually. The soil was too hard and cold to bury her, but Aloy still marked the plot with a bare, dark stone, and she rigged the entrance with a tripwire. As she left, the Mayor of Pitchcliff tried to reason with her, to make her stay, but she was done. More will come, he pleaded, as if this was somehow her problem. But she shoved him off of her and told him to learn. Learn, she said, and she pointed a finger in his face. He was shocked by this. He was a man and much older than even Rost had been, but he was weak. She did not care. The inane stupidity of a people who claimed such dominion over metal, and yet they could not even defend their own holds?—this made Aloy sick. Learn, she said. Learn. She’d meant it. It was the Oseram who had killed Ersa. In all of their pain leftover from the Red Raids, pieces of them had gone mad. Soft. And everything was so complicated and mixed up by now, and all of the factions were killers. She held allegiance to none of them in the end. She left that place, and she would never go back, and she began her journey to Meridian. Her shoulder hurt, and her bones and all of her muscles were sore. She needed to help Erend, because she had promised she would, and because he had helped her. He had tied off her shoulder and offered her comfort in a far away cold place where his sister then died, and this was compassion. As she traveled, she refused to take another Strider out of respect for Sickle and made herself suffer on foot. She kept an eye out for signs of Nil, but there were none to be found.

She camped often. She took many breaks. She tried to stay as high up as she could so as to avoid the psychotic machines of the Borderlands. Everything in the Borderlands seemed so much worse than it was everywhere else. How could this be?

Where are you, Aloy said to herself while she sat by the fire on the grassy escarpments above the river, all alone, somewhere north of Cut-Cliffs while the Snapmaws lurked in the swamps. Her feet ached. She cried some more. She closed her eyes and couldn’t eat, and she tried not to think about her dead robot. She tried to feel the snow.

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