#nothing like a vet telling you that there is literally nothing to do & to consider sleep

[alwaysshallow]

gorgeous, part 4

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

You decide to have some fun; you also talk to old friends. (3,3k)

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It's surprising how many times you see him, actually.

It's surprising because you thought – if you're lucky – it's gonna be after six months, on a check-up visit. Technically, he had no business to be here, especially considering how hidden he was, how he wasn't the type to chit-chat. It was okay, you didn't mind it.

And the day after he texted you, when you close clinic, you could see him right in front of the building, his hands in pockets, looking straight at you. It was a hypnotising experience though, especially when you walked in his direction, your knees like marshmellows, and he was still looking.

"Your mechanic was pretty nice." you said, tilting your head. "He said it's gonna be done in two weeks or less since he has work to do."

"Mhm." he matched your pace, walking with you side by side. "Finally doing something with it, aren't we?" he raised his eyebrow.

You laughed. "You make me look like I'm a bad car owner."

"Am I? Or that's just your thoughts?"

His comment made you open your mouth in pure disbelief at his honesty – you nudged him with before realizing how he could react at that gesture. He wasn't exactly a touchy-feely person, but there was no comment from him, so you were glad.

"Mean." you murmured, amused.

"'st speaking my mind, Addison."

"Uh-huh. That's why you're here? To speak your mind?"

He sighed, his eyes on the road in front of you. "You really like asking questions, don't you?"

"I like knowing things. Don't you?" you mimicked his low tone.

"I like knowing things. But I don't ask questions if I'm certain." he answered, straightening his back; a cracking sound that came out automatically made you shiver. "It's just walking you home. 's all, as I said, Sparkles would hate to have another vet."

"Right. Safety reasons, yeah?"

"Good girl. Learning so fast."

Motherfucker knew how to get to you – just after this comment, you had absolutely nothing to say, which made him visibly amused; his brow cocked, and he let out a low chuckle, looking away from you again. Thankful for the darkness, you just walked with him to start another topic after a while – about his cat, of course.

You had to leave 'good girl' behind, to not provoke him to say more because he could easily find out that nickname works for you perfectly. Especially if someone is British, especially if someone is just alluring as him.

And he had blonde hair. A bit curly. That's literally the recipe for a disaster.

After that interaction, he was walking you off to your apartment, day by day. It wasn't surprising after three first times – you just knew he's gonna be here, but you caught yourself looking for him, interested.

Not like you cared – at least that's what you told yourself – but it was curiosity speaking since you knew he was doing that just because of your car. Just because he somehow cared, just because he wanted to know you're safe.

Cute.

What was less cute though, you had to talk with Celia. You just had to and there was no excuse since your car already was in another mechanic's garage. And, Simon knew that you needed to talk with her, so he would ask about it eventually, so dodging the situation wasn't a plan, no. Not when he'd laugh the shit out of you, he did enough with implying you're not taking proper care of your car.

He had a point, though.

You took a few hours off in the morning, leaving Bernie on her own, just to see Celia – you even had your guilt cookies, big jar in your purse. It's not a surprise for anyone who knows you that you bake when stressed, and you certainly were stressed before this meeting. She could tell you anything; and it wouldn't be such a surprise if she'd tell you to go to hell.

A hope was there, though. Not only Simon said it, but when you thought it, it would be a real shame to ruin a friendship, running ten years, just because of a toxic guy that wasn't worth it. Not only that, your best friend had all the right to say I told you so.

You knew you kinda deserved that for being such a blind bitch.

Knock to her door came after a minute of staring dumbily at them, like it would help in something, or if she would magically open it without you knocking. It was a quiet knock though; shy one because, truthfully, you wanted to sprint from her house as far as possible. Confrontation? Not your best quality, no. Not at least in situation like these, when you know you have to apologize from the bottom of your heart.

A minute passed, and you knocked again, louder this time. You started considering walking away you thought maybe she wasn't home, but right after that, no one but Celia opened the door. Her eyebrows furrowed, arms were crossed against her chest, and you immediately knew what her attiude is.

Jesus Christ, it couldn't be easy, could it?

"Hi, Celia. Got a minute?" you asked; hesitantly. She could slam her door in your face, after all.

"Depends. You here because of the car?"

You sighed. "I'm here because I want to apologize, actually."

She seemed surprised as you said it; nonetheless, she let you in, leading you to kitchen. It was the main place of talks in her house, you could say that – not living room, not dining room, kitchen. Very big one, pretty, a table with two seats by side, so you sat there with her, clearing your throat. Wondering how to start.

How do you start conversation like that?

You had the simplest words on your mind. "I was a bitch." rolled off your tongue without even thinking. "I still am, though – but I was a bitch to you when I shouldn't have been. You wanted the best for me, and I just... well, I'm not proud of what I did. I should listen, not throw hands at you. It's not how it was supposed to be, it's not how I wanted it to be. Like, I know also that I should apologize way, way earlier, but-"

"Addie, c'mon." redhead interrupted you with a wave of her hand. "We're both bitches, we literally fought like fuckin' kids. Let me ask you one thing, you done?"

"With him?"

"Yeah, with that scumbag."

"Funny. You're the second person who talks of him this way" you mused, remembering this one situation with Simon. "Done, yeah. For five months right now."

Celia was silent for a moment, obviously analyzing the situation she found herself in; then, with a sigh, she looked again at you, her expression unreadable.

"Good to have your ass back on board, sister." she murmured, smiling a bit.

Next thing she did, was hitting your arm with such power that you let out a little 'ow', laughing with her in the same moment.

"Deserved." she pointed at you. "I apologize too, though. I could be better, I could just... well, tell you everything a bit differently. Not so harsh, you were in love with that prick." your friend muttered, rolling her eyes. "Okay, enough of apologies, though. Who said he's a douche, though? That person might be my second best friend."

So, you told her – almost everything, saving little details about his appearance or aura to yourself; Celia was a pretty fan of him, especially his snarkiness and comments. Yet, she was a bit jealous that you had the audacity to bring your car to other mechanic; mostly, she was jealous of the car, not you.

Her baby, as she liked to tell everyone. She picked it out for you from her uncle, repaired it, added some "cool shit" (it's a mystery what cool shit is, you didn't ask though).

Nonetheless, she was more than glad that you managed to find someone who's gonna help you with that, and you came to her purely to fix something between you two.

A friendship that – you promised yourself – would live through everything, no matter what would happen, no matter of circumstances. She was your person, just like Rosalie.

Who, speaking of, left million voice messages on your phone on your way back to clinic, so you considered it the perfect ocassion to listen to them all.

Apart from her excitement on your car situation, she invited you to her local bar for... a party. You didn't exactly know what party was about, or if it was just a casual hangout, but you agreed to go. It's been a while since you took a break from clinic and actually spent your night out, not under some blanket, watching movies with a bowl of chips or icecream.

Not like it was bad. Not at all. Sometimes you just needed a... change in your routine.

Rosalie promised to pick you up since your car was still at mechanic's – so, your only task was to look good, but not too good. Bar was something else than club; more casual, but you really wanted to at least flirt a little or to catch an eye on someone, even if your mind was... pretty occupied with certain someone.

Maybe your best friend would bring someone worth your time, yeah? She usually had some ideas and wanted to play as your little matchmaker, so you never knew what was coming.

That being said, you opened your closet.

It was almost embarrasing how many clothes you had that you didn't even wear more than one time; mostly, cocktail dresses for fancy ocassions since your parents insisted on buying something new. People of business, someone would say – always having a whim about their galas and shit like this, it was hard not to hate it, considering that business comes before family, mostly.

Maybe that's why you limited contacts with them, sending them a text or two of what you're doing, how's the clinic going. And, of course, Christmas with them or Thanksgiving was a must if they weren't on some fancy vacations abroad.

With a thought in your mind that you have to go through those dressed, you decided to pick something simple to bar. Black tank-top, a simple baby blue shirt on it (unbuttoned, of course) and a pair of simple jeans worked in your mind, as well as in reality, so you found yourself quickly putting on a pair of sneakers.

Your make up took a little longer; you paid attention to your skin, the perfect eyeliner, a delicate lipgloss bringing out the shape of your lips. Everything had to look effortless, even if it wasn't; your motto, basically.

As promised, Rosalie picked you up; and you've talked with her the whole road, almost two hours to be exact. You haven't seen her for two months straight and even if you were updating her as much as you could in a day, it wasn't even close to your sincere talks. She asked a whole palette of questions; how's your car, how's that Simon who rescued you from jerky ex; she looked a bit amused when topic was on him, but you had no idea why.

"Man that has good ideas is rare" she summed up, chuckling, when you catched her up with Celia situation and told her your car is going to be fine, you just have to pick it up in the next week. "Don't tell him that by any means. His ego wouldn't take it."

"Oh, you have no idea."

Soon enough, you arrived. Bar was cute; not too large, but with big-ass bar table and glass shelves behind it with amount of alcohol that you couldn't count, even if you wanted to. Dim, orange lights just added to the view, and you smiled under your nose instincitvely, happy that you've decided to go there.

Tables weren't occupied as you thought they would be; Rosalie mentioned earlier it's gonna be a private party, but you didn't think that private, considering that you could count like... maybe ten, eleven people. Military men with their significant others, as you saw when you walked up to the barman, ordering a drink for you and your best friend.

You couldn't obviously ignore that someone was discussing with MacTavish near you; seemed like a heated discussion, until they looked right at you.

Guy with a skull mask. Full-ass skull mask like Simon had this one day when you two...

Fuck, could it be him? Maybe he was in unit that wore masks like these, you thought. It would be a strange coincidence, wouldn't it? And, Rosalie for sure would tell you that her comrade is the guy you are talking about sometimes since he adopted a cat, Sparkles, yeah?

Rosa had her significant smirk when she looked at you, and it was all you needed to know, especially when men approached you both.

Trouble in a person, that would be on your best friend.

"He gets a bit shy around strangers. Ain't your fault" Johnny joked, nudging you with his shit-eating grin, as he gave his friend a look.

"Mm, I bet. Good to see you, MacTavish." you murmured, which made "stranger" roll his eyes and grumble something under his nose. "And what's your friends name?" you raised an eyebrow, making eye-contact with those brown eyes you wouldn't forget ever.

"His name-"

"-you know my name, doc." Simon said, interrupting Soap. He took off his mask with one, swift movement, to reveal to you his scarred face and disheveled, blonde hair that you wanted to dip your fingers in so desperately.

To say that Johnny was shocked, was the understatement; he looked at his comrade in shock, opening and closing his lips, like he wasn't exactly sure what to say, considering that he took off his scary mask.

"Didn't know you have friends in military."

"Apparently, we're both full of surprises" you sipped a bit of your margharita, shrugging, like you two meeting here was the most normal situation that could happen.

"You two know each other, no?" Soap meddled in conversation, observing you two. It was obvious that he doesn't really know how you two could met, and honestly, no one could blame him. He was in military, barely going out, and you were a simple vet.

You nodded. "We met, yeah."

"Oh, I'd really want to hear it."

"Simple help. Nothin' too fancy, MacTavish" he pointed out, taking a sip of his alcohol.

Soap's look was piercing in you, though. "Helped him with a cat. Simple, like he said." "Fuckin' cat? Ghost is a cat mom now, eh?" he chuckled, which made Simon roll his eyes.

You wondered if Ghost was something they named them in the field, and if yes, why? After all, everything always was supposed to fit. As Rosalie said to you, even if she couldn't tell you everything (classified, of course) every nickname had a meaning behind it.

Ghost... seemed ambigious. You couldn't put it anywhere.

"Better than you'd be, John. Let's drink, shall we?" you raised your eyebrow, trying to lead the conversation elsewhere; looked like your companion thought the same way.

Rosalie introduced you to rest of the team – they all told you their names, but you were sure as hell that you're not gonna remember that, considering your memory was shit, especially to people that you don't see often. Either way, they were nice; very nice, after a few drinks with them you were pretty sure that your platonic soulmate is Kyle Garrick, who was the best partner in karaoke. And, he was also such a gossiper, finding every ocassion that he could to talk to you about something.

Not military related, though; only "things for civilians" as he giggled to you after fifth shot of tequila, telling you something about a girl that he had eye on. Curiosity piqued in the moment he confessed that she was 'out of reach' for him, and it was no chance that he could get together with her.

Hell, for you "no chance" before even trying was non-existent. You loved to prove people wrong, to make them watch you accomplishing various of things just to rile them up, or to reach your goal.

"Don't say that" you pointed at him. "There's always a chance for something. You won't try, you won't know. That's it."

"It's the same chance, as the chance that Ghost will get any of us to that fancy gala. Non-existent." he groaned, burying dramatically his head in his hands. "And like his driving skills."

"Garrick" he murmured; low, rumbling voice made sergeant straighten a little. "'s enough talkin' of it, yes?"

You chuckled. "What gala? And what, your driving skills are that bad?"

"I have rather..." Simon played with glass filled with alcohol "...complicated relationship with cars, I'd say. I prefer walking."

You raised your eyebrow a little, amused; what does it mean his relationship with cars is complicated? You couldn't help but think, as you nodded your head with faked understanding. It was hard to believe that his ass in military didn't have a driving license, so it only meant that his ability to drive was...

Different, maybe. And for his own safety, as well as yours and anyone on the road, he picked out walking instead of driving. Smart, though.

"That's why you've walked me home."

"Affirmative."

"Walked you home?" Kyle looked at both of you in shock, laughing to himself. "Oh, fuck, man. So many things are happening on leave, ain't it?"

"Gaz." Price shot him a look.

"I can't even-"

"Gaz."

"Fuck, okay" he rolled his eyes, shaking his head to himself. "Just so you know, if Johnny wouldn't be so caught up in Ros, he'd back me up."

Your gaze automatically went to Rosalie, who talked with her bartender friend. Johnny, right next to you, was looking at her with slightly darker eyes, leaning his head against palm of his hand. It was... a view, honestly; friends, but not admitting to something more, even if everyone else saw their bond is beyond simple "best friends".

Something that you considered as cute.

You couldn't help but wish that they will be together soon enough; the way they cared for each other... Hell, probably everyone wanted something like this for themselves, as well as you; something so pure with longing glances that would make you weak in your knees.

A sigh of annoyance came out of you – where the hell you were supposed to find something like this when you spent most of the days in the clinic? Tinder or any portal like this wasn't even an option.

Mostly because you met your crazy ass ex here, but also you wanted to... hell, get past that online dating stage.

Was it too much to ask?

"Another round?" Kyle's voice brought you back to earth; you nodded immediately, standing up from your seat. "Captain, Ghost, you comin'?"

"Mm, no. 'm gonna make a call." Price shook his head. "You go. Another one will be on me."

You looked at Simon.

"I'll pass too." he murmured, coughing. "

"Oh, come on! You have to do one shot with me. Please."

"Addison-"

"Please?" you pleaded, extending an arm to him, so he could grab his hand. "Just one."

Simon sighed. "You're not gonna let it go, eh?"

"No, not really. I owe you for that mechanic, don't I?" you tilted your head, smiling a bit. "Come on. Please. Just one shot. Or one drink, anything, really."

He didn't say anything; just followed you to the bar with boys, while you babbled about your work, when Gaz asked what does exactly vet do, besides controls and all.

And it felt really good to feel Simon's eyes on you the whole time. How he keeps his rich, brown eyes at you, while you tried desperately to keep yourself together, just in case - because after alcohol, you were the touchy-feely version of yourself.

He had some time to learn it.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod fanfic #simon riley fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x you #call of duty fanfic #call of duty ghost

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Hey, btw, if you're 40 and your parents are still in your life, you should spend some time figuring out how much personal caregiving you want to do for them.

My grandma took care of my great-grandparents, a great aunt, and two ailing husbands. She wants to go into a nursing home if she is ever unable to live on her own.

My mom wants to care for her even though grandma specifically does not want her to do that because grandma's lived it and doesn't want to put that work on anyone.

Nothing but respect for grandma. She chose to take on a full-time caretaking role several times. That's a fucking lot. I don't want to do that.

My mom, on the other hand, really wants one of the kids to take care of her. And, by extension, Dad. But. No. God no. Not for anything. Dad starts doctor visits by announcing he doesn't like being told what to do, and Mom literally ignored increasing hip pain for several decades while her hip joint went through bone death.

Mom also thinks my aunt asking for help in caregiving my grandmother when her eye sight started getting bad was my aunt being selfish. Which tells me a lot about how much of my time she expects to have (all of it).

No fucking way am I taking responsibility for these people in their golden years. I will vet caregivers and discuss housing options and provide support if there's serious medical shit.

For fuck's sake, Dad's got COPD and still smokes.

Anyway, like I said, if you're 40-ish, it's something you gotta consider. So, just consider it. It's one of those adulthood things that I think people forget until something big happens, and then you're making decisions while stressed and likely fearful, and that's not good for long-term plans.

#adulthood #caregiving #grown up shit

[goth-oatmilk-latte]

also i will say this with my entire chest til the day i die.

fuck the emergency vet clinic near my house.

when my other cat had a bladder infection and a broken leg, and was CLEARLY in pain, they left us in the lobby and saw everyone else and basically told me my cat wasnt important. when they finally took him back they didnt even do anything, and my fiance at the time basically had to stop me from slitting throats. we ended up being kicked out bc i cursed all those motherfuckers out when they told me they hadnt even done any tests they just took him to the exam area. that took six hours.

when i called this time and expressed that i hadnt got paid yet but really needed my kitten to be seen bc of his seizures they told me without any payment it was up to the vet but more than likely they would just put him down so i told them i hope the next time all of them are in a health crisis and without money immediately available that theyre curbed stomped to the brink of death and left there.

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you eat shit and choke, yall motherfuckers arent emergency vets, yall are an evil vet and i hope every single mf in that building gets the absolute shit beat out of them, i hope their partners get the shit beat out of them, i hope their lives are miserable forever.

"we probably will just put your cat down since you cant pay" okay well incidentally me putting you down is also free, eat shit.

i have half a mind to go down there and make an example of that cunt too bc i know exactly which useless piece of shit said that, it was the same bitch i tried to attack last time for telling me my male cats bladder infection "wasnt that important" and that "if nothing else comes in MAYBE we might consider seeing you" as my cat yowled in pain.

bitch literally die.

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Science Trope

Alright, I said I might make a post about this, and I’m going to. TL:DR at the bottom.

The trope of science discovering a new thing and immediately going to dissect or vivisect it is incredibly annoying. Not to mention frustrating. It shows a complete lack of understanding about science and the fact that scientists are human.

Scientists are human, and your average human isn’t eager out to cause undue suffering. Science isn’t about to cutting something open to see what makes it tick, at least not all the time. And even if that is a step, it’s the last one.

Even putting ethics aside, you learn far more from a living thing than a dead one. Especially if that thing is clearly sapient. I mean, really. What idiot is going to cut open a person if the person can just tell you what’s going on inside them? And even if they can’t, you still learn about their behavior and such.

I have more lenience with the idea of a group going in for a live capture of something unknown, especially if the thing is a potential threat. That makes some sense. Ideally you’d want to study it in the field before any lab tests, but this is at least understandable. There are options, you could always release them.

Speaking of which, any kind of capture of something unknown is unlikely to use tranquilizers. You need specific doses if you don’t want nasty side effects or to do nothing at all. Especially if it’s reptilian. Getting that dose wrong can mean death far more easily than on something else. Plus, tranquilizers take a decent amount of time to work. Your target is going to book it and you’ll need to chase at least a little. Heaven help you if it can swim, or shoves itself into a crevice.

You’re also going to want to minimize stress. Try just talking you numbskull if they seem open. If not, see if you can ambush with a net or some such. If it’s not sapient then a dark environment can be helpful. If it is sapient then you should be talking you numbskull.

Onto the topic of vivisection: No.

I don’t know enough, but from a cursory glance this looks like it’s only done on animals nowadays. This would be an extremely risky procedure, one which you’d want to tranquilize the thing for. To do that you’d need to understand more about them. Again, this is an end-of-the-line procedure, much like dissection.

On a related topic: whump. This trope is often used, and for good reason. But think (insert Invincible meme here). Physically, it’s painful, sure. On a psychological level? Also painful. However, it’s been done. You need something new and spicy to make this interesting. But treating someone like an animal in the literal sense? Not necessarily treating them wrong if they were a tiger or horse, only wrong for a human. Something humane but also not because this isn’t an animal we’re talking about.

No one would think twice if you muzzled an aggressively biting dog during a vet checkup. Stressed animals are often put in dark areas to help calm them down. Catch poles are frequently used to keep a wind animal at arm’s length or more during handling. I’ve even heard there are duffel bags used to calm crocodiles during transport. Fine for an animal.

Not fine for a person.

Imagine someone blindfolds you, muzzles you, and leads you around on a stick. This is them attempting to be kind and humane. To keep stress lower, to find about about you. Imagine, you’re injured and this is what someone does to get you to the doctor. You don’t know what’s going on, people don’t expect animals to understand (although, they may talk anyways if you’re considered a domestic species).

Also, they’re probably not going to have a rope around your neck. At least, not of you’re human. Human necks are too delicate. Please note I might be completely wrong about the neck thing. I have not done research about this specifically. Perhaps around the chest and/or shoulders.

There’s undoubtedly more that could be added, but I currently have neither the professional experience nor mental energy.

TL:DR

Try consent.

Dissecting something already dead: Fine.

Capturing something to study it: Can be fine.

Killing something to dissect it: Not fine.

Killing something to dissect it when it is very clearly sapient: Extremely not fine.

Vivisection on something new: No.

Treating someone like an animal in ways other than cutting them open is more interesting.

#Science #Tropes #Science Tropes #Danny Phantom #You Know Why That Was Tagged #Pet Peeve #Whump

[buckets-and-trees]

Happy Anniversary, Aspen! I’m so happy you joined tumblr and I have this opportunity to interact with you and read your wonderful stories 🥰🩵 now, can I please have a Truth for Sacrificial? That fic haunts me to this day 🥴 how did you come up with a Minotaur? What inspired you? Would you ever consider a sequel 👀

First, thank you for the ask, Suz! I'm kind of in love with you asking because, Sacrificial definitely has a story!

I'd been up at my parents' house for dinner and games for my mom's birthday, and I was fueling up gas for my drive home of about an hour. I was scrolling through probably tumblr, I'm pretty sure, and came across this:

AND WHEN I TELL YOU

THAT HIT ME IN THAT MOMENT SO HARD

AND I JUST

LIKE

I WAS OVERRUN WITH THE THIRST, AND I NEEDED TO SCREAM AT SOMEONE I KNEW WOULD JUST UNDERSTAND/GET THAT

AND SO I SCREAMED @rookthorne

AND SHE SCREAMED BACK

Like. Literally.

Content Warning: I'm going to share some of that now under the cut, and then as I kinda go into detail over the inception of this smutty story, keep that in mind and scroll past if terato/monster fucking is not your thing.

I have removed ... haha ... some of the dialogue to protect the innocent (haha, we're not innocent, but...yeah), but I'm keeping the development:

Aspen: The way, I just want a giant monster to devour me carnally Aspen: Not too particular about what kind of monster or demon Lana: fucking amen Aspen: It’s fine Aspen: Maybe my first week of Hot Bucky Summer with lingerie needs to be a human sacrifice for some demon or monster… or maybe a centaur Bucky with a wood nymph… Lana: oh - size kink go brrrrr Aspen: or maybe Minotaur Bucky Lana: I dunno both are fucking divine Aspen: I feel like a centaur would be more charming, but logistically not as fun to write for the sex Aspen: Minotaur who initially seems terrifying, and or repulsive, but because of the way, he fucks you, and whispers the most, will be possessive things in your ear… You end up, letting him willingly ruin you Lana: THIS IS KILLING ME

And then Lana DID figure out some very nice logistics for the Centaur sex situation, so then I was really about half and half. But then as my mind continued to spin possibilities, this thought hit me…

Aspen: Minotaur Bucky is it going to fuck the reader's throat Lana: OOF FUCK Lana: okay Aspen: I just feel like that’s definitely what he would do. Especially if she has been given up as a sacrifice from the nearby townsfolk of the village. Lives up to the expectations of terror… But then it turns out he’s going to treat her so well in the end Lana: "You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself." Lana: OKAY WE WENT EITHER WAY THERE Lana: OOF Lana: MAYBE Lana: maybe he is brutish in the beginning... because he knows the villagers are watching 👀 Lana: cos they wanna make sure he takes to her [editorial clarification: they’re watching because they want to make sure he takes to reader as the sacrificial lamb] Lana: I am sorry I took that and ran with it 🤣🤣 Aspen: No, this is true, where my brain is going to… Perception of a brutal fucking monster who is terrifying to everyone so that no one bothers him and the reader that he takes away. Aspen: He will still be rough and brutal with her because he’s a monster, but he will also worship her in private and the aftercare for his pet/mate is ELITE.

So by the time I had an hour to think about the story, I knew most of what I wanted. It was the last ten minutes of the drive when I started to think okay...who is this reader and when and where is this happening? I needed her to have reason to have been even on the radar and able to have this happen, and I didn't want her to just be a pushover, and so that idea of her being a research scientist - a botanist, especially - who would have applied for a grant/fellowship? And the town could vet for a candidate that they thought would be perfect for their ritualistic sacrifice to the terrifying Minotaur to keep their village safe?

BECAUSE I CAN RARELY BUILD A PORN WITHOUT A PLOT TO GO ALONG WITH IT

I mean... I cold do it...

I could...

BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?!

Okay, so back to that night.

I did a little research for geography. I had this idea that I wanted it to be in South America because of the wilderness/mystery that's still a reality with the Amazon, but even though I was going to write about a MINOTAUR AND THAT'S DEFINITELY A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, I wanted to be true to the lore for the kind of places you could/would find a minotaur. If I'm going to write fiction, I don't want there to be something that gives my readers qualms for suspending the disbelief that I need them to suspend in order to go on the rest of the journey with me. And...because I did the theoretical work, here's more than anyone really wanted to know when Suz asked this:

Exhibit A is from Wikipedia discussing areas of the world that have a "Mediterranean Climate" outside of the Mediterranean - since Minotaurs originate from Greece, I felt like this was the plausible logic to apply.

Here's a map of the Amazon Rainforest.

Here is the tiny speck where it could overlap in Colombia and an EVEN TINIER SPECK that sort of corresponds on the border of Colombia and Ecuador. Since it's probably not at all advisable for a single female to travel to Colombia or Venezuela, but maybe Ecuador would be reasonable, imagine that's where we are.

Once I had that sorted, I was READY TO GO, and....basically wrote on and off, staying up all night, from 11pm to I think 7:30am I posted it?

Now.

Final question: would I ever consider a sequel?

Absolutely. There are pieces in the story that I knew I was weaving in that I had ideas about that were intriguing to me to explore later. Like... more about Minotaur!Bucky's history. Why is he there? What's up with his hold over the village? How did they come to this arrangement, and what exactly are the parameters - our reader has literally only been read in on only what they couldn't keep from her, so there's A LOT there. Some of it I definitely already had notes on from the night of inception, but there were things I also left open so that it would be mysterious and fun for me to explore later.

OKAY.

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.

IF ONLY I HAD MORE THINGS TO GET CARRIED AWAY EXPLAINING FOR YOU.

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[buntsuki]

Stressful day, it’s raining, bad wind, had to use wood pellets on the ground to even get out of the yard.

Our Chemo was scheduled for a Monday, we had the convo about how Mondays have been working for us so they would continue (vet tech brought it up and said it about the Mondays).

I rescheduled my own appointment from Monday to Tuesday for it. Then we get a text telling us it’s on Tuesday! The paperwork says “Tuesday, December 18” the date is a Monday, we spoke about it being Mondays. So we called and they “fit us in” at 11:30. We get here at 11:20 and he didn’t even go in until 12:20. So now my fiancée is late to work.

The vets and techs are wonderful here, but I’m pretty mad. The scheduling staff need to get on top of things better, this isn’t the first time they’ve changed an appointment on us, this is just the first time I couldn’t reschedule around it. They’ve gotten $15k from us at this point. $5k was for an overnight stay that looking back he probably didn’t fully need, considering the person who would be able to look him over wouldn’t be in until the next day. None of that $5k went to his chemo and I’m getting a little more upset with it as time goes by because I now have nothing left. I emptied my savings, sold my belongings, and money is tight. I’m not upset about doing it all for Groot, I’m just upset at how hard the institution of it all is. It shouldn’t cost this much, they shouldn’t be told to push for more scans and more money etc by the owners of the clinics.

Thank you for the purchases, and commissions, those have helped me keep going! I have one last one I’m working on for my current batch (THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE EVERYONE!). I’m going to pain management twice weekly for electro current therapy, on top of the literal 8 medications I take 1-3 times daily. Trying to stay on top of it all, but I feel like no matter how much I do right, factors I have no control over get me messed up.

Thanks for reading all! I’m hanging in there and will hopefully be able to get back into art more for personal pieces in the new year.

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[sidhewrites]

Eighteen! Things are happening and I've completely lost my grip on the pacing of this thing. BUT i have so many notes on what I want to fix in the rewrite. I hope you enjoy eldritch ghost locations, because I had too much fun with this one even if it may not make it into the final draft.

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Josie still has her nametag on when she bursts into the apartment, out of breath and sweaty to find me sitting on the floor of the living room, holding a can of cat food and a cat brush. I don't know why I picked them up, but I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't sit still, watching Renfield toddle around like his usual thoughtless self. I recognize his movements -- the way he lifts his head, the way he swishes his tail while sniffing a bit of floor. But he looks completely different now, a pale grey cat with yellow eyes and colorless paw pads. It doesn't match. I don't know what to do.

"I'm here," she says. "Tell me everything."

I'd already babbled to her semi-coherently over the phone, but it's somehow grounding to recount it again. It makes me feel slightly less crazy, saying it to her directly rather than yelling to a faceless voice over the phone. "Cat -- cat's here." I point at the bathroom, door shut tight. 

Renfield lays down behind it, one paw stuck out under the door miserably. But he's making his normal sounds. There's some snuffling and mournful peeping, but no talking. Nothing to worry about anymore.

"Cat was at the vet. You saw. We gave cat to the vet. I think cat killed the vet, maybe? Now cat here." There's no telling how grateful I am that she believes me. I sound insane, and I probably look just as bad, hair unbrushed and falling in my face, eyes red.

But Josie just pushes my hair out of my face and directs me to a chair before shoving a cup of water in my hands. "Drink," she says.

I obey.

While I sip tap water, Josie scrolls through her phone. After a moment, her shoulders droop, and she turns it around for me to see. Sure enough, a vet tech was found dead in a 24 hour animal hospital. The culprit was feline, having left claw marks and easily-identifiable bite marks in the tech's skin.

"Oh god..." I breathe, and spare a glance at the bathroom door. Renfield's still there, miserable and alone. Then, after a second, his whining stops. He retracts his paw, and his shadow adjusts under the door as he sits up.

A man's voice clears his throat. I swallow hard as the shadow paces back and forth behind the door and pauses, likely considering the possibility of turning the door knob.

After a moment, he paces again, and then sits down. There's a subtle shift in the air, something lightens, and Renfield starts to chirp again, confused and sad. He knows what the bathroom is, but he doesn't like being in there when the door's closed. It breaks my heart to hear him crying, but I don't dare let him out. Not while Magnus is still possessing him.

"What do we do?" I ask.

"I don't know." She frowns, eyes on the door. After a moment, two little paws stick out, scrabbling for something to grab. "Exorcism?"

"Does that work on ghosts?"

She shrugs. "I don't know."

"Do you...I don't know, do you have some kind of book? Some magic spell or something to banish him?" I feel like an idiot asking for a literal magic solution, but I don't know what else to do. I'm desperate, and I'm scared.

"I might. I don't know. Maybe..." She purses her lips, trying to think. "I might have something. But I don't know anything about banishing ghosts from cats. Mostly I just know how to talk to them, and I'm not even that good at that."

"We have to do something."

She sighs, rubs her neck. "I think...I might. I'll check."

"Should I go with you? Can I help?" I'm desperate to distract myself. I can't sit around doing nothing.

After a moment, Josie shrugs. "Maybe the Librarian has something. It's a long shot, but..."

"I'll go." I don't even hesitate. Ms. Lark is supposed to know everything, according to some legends. I don't know if they carry any weight, but it's worth it to try.

"Okay. Good luck."

While Josie goes home to look through her personal library, I head to campus, giving the graveyard a wider berth than usual. The sun shines overhead, half-hidden behind late October clouds, and the air is pleasantly cold. It's almost nice out, despite everything. All the same, there's no helping the sudden dread as soon as I walk through the Sutton Public Library doors, but I've got a strong feeling it may just be Ms. Lark sizing every visitor up to see if they'd be trouble or not.

I try to give Carter my best smile as I pass the front desk, just in case he recognizes me as the weirdo from a week ago who was so totally doing a biography project for school and not anything weird about some dead guy from 200 years ago. He watches me make a beeline for the stairs, which does nothing to help my I'm-super-not-suspicious-or-doing-anything-weird vibe, but doesn't say anything as I head down to the basement.

It's just as creepy as always. Maybe even more so, now that we're getting so close to Halloween. I imagine that even librarian ghosts are affected by the veil between this life and the next, or whatever it is that keeps them incorporeal. Unseen eyes seem to bore right through me, judging me and finding me wanting. Always wanting. Never good enough.

I choose not to take it personally.

"Hello?" I call out, wandering through the rows and rows of shelves. "Ms. Lark?" When no answer comes, I venture further into the stacks. The room seems larger than when I was last here, older and and a more ominous, with a strange aura emanating from the old lights. They've got to be decades old by now, miraculously still burning with an eerie yellow glow that seem to deepen the shadows.

I suddenly feel very alone, and very small.

Rubbing one of my still-bandaged forearms, keenly aware of how itchy they are, I make myself go further in. Soon enough, the door to the stairwell is too far away to see over the shelves, and it leaves me feeling stranded in a sea of filing boxes. "Hello?" I call out again. "Ms. Lark? Ruby Lark? Miz Ruby? Ruby Tuesdays? Ruby-Doobie-Doo? Would you come out for a Ruby snack?"

She would, as it turns out, come out for a Ruby Snack. Right as I reach the end of the aisle, she appears out of the darkness, a pale woman standing tall and disapproving next to a reshelving cart that has no reason to be down here. I don't recognize the language of the book in her hands, opened to a page of ornate hand-written text. It looks old. And she looks unhappy.

"Hello!" I say, instead of shrieking, because I am trying to be polite. It comes out louder than I mean it to, however, and I clear my throat, and try again in a whisper. "Sorry. Hello. Hi. How are you?"

Ruby says nothing, but she raises a very expectant and unimpressed eyebrow.

"Right. Don't like people. Got it." I throw out finger guns, because I'm cool and calm in the face of danger and beautiful women. "So... look, hi. Thanks for helping out last week. Turns out the guy you found for us was the exact guy we were looking for. Long story short, he's possessing my cat and wants to then possess an innocent person's soul, and we don't want that to happen. Do you happen to know anything about banishing ghosts like that? We don't think a normal exorcism will work."

She looks at me like I'm an idiot, but that's probably just her neutral face. She's probably totally excited to help me out. No worries.

After a minute of being judged and found wanting, Ruby turns away from me, and I follow her down into the depths of the archives. Now I'm certain this room has grown. There's no way that we're under the library anymore, walking this far in a straight line. But I follow her, past rows and rows of old books and filing boxes, past flickering lights and shelving carts. I stop recognizing the letters on the ends of the aisles. Aa- to Ad- gives way to Greek symbols and geometric shapes, and then to shifting shapes I can't even begin to identify in the low light.

I can't help but wonder how far we've gone. It's couldn't have been more than five or six minutes since we started walking, and I'm completely turned around. There's no end to the room in sight.

"So...How far we going?" I say, but if Ruby hears me, she doesn't react. The silence makes my brain itch and my stomach twist around itself. "So during our research, I looked up more about you. I hope that's okay."

I take her lack of response as an affirmative.

"Anyway, there was a lot about your daughter's life. Jane Lark? I read that she left for a bigger city when she sold the library to the city, and she got married to a guy who -- I mean it doesn't really matter, but he had connections to a couple of scholars, and she wound up being an important researcher in reptile behaviorism. Her name was kind of lost to history, and most of her theories were kind of ignored until very recently, but she did a lot of cool stuff with lizards and snakes and things in the tropics. I don't know if anyone had told you that yet, but It was really cool to learn about."

At some time during my rambling, Ruby stops walking. She turns back, eyes glowing in the dim light. Then, after a moment, she smiles.

"Thank you," she says, and continues walking. I follow her as she turns the corner down another row of shelves, but she's gone. I'm alone in the ocean of books yet again, with no way to know which way has the exit.

A book pushes itself off the shelf and lands on the old wooden floor. It opens itself up and flips to a hand-written page with scribbled illustrations overlapping the text. It's hard to make out, but it looks like some sort of ritual.

In the moment it takes me to kneel down and pick up the book, the lights seem to brighten again, and the air sits lighter in my lungs. I look around again, moving quickly to the end of the aisle, and instantly spot the glowing green EXIT sign over the door to the stairwell.

It's barely fifty feet away.

"Thanks again," I say to the air, and waste no time getting out of there.

Carter turns the book over and over again when I hand it to him to check out. There's no barcode, no token, nothing for the scanner to pick up. Even when he opens it up and flips through the yellowed pages, there's not even a card tracking who checked out the book last.

"Is this book even in our system?" he asks, rifling again through the pages. "What is all this?"

"I don't know. The Librarian got it out for me."

"Which one? I'll have to ask them about it."

"The Librarian," I say, emphasizing the capital letter this time. I hold Carter's gaze, making sure he knows that I know exactly how insane this sounds, but also that it's absolutely and completely true.

[Ok well idk man just take it and bring it back.] "It's due in three weeks, I guess. Same as everything."

There's a tug in my gut as I pick up the book and tuck it under my arm. "Something tells me this one is due in two weeks."

"Yeah?"

"Just a feeling."

Carter isn't happy that I don't elaborate, but he lets me go into the late afternoon light, to possibly do black magic rituals on my cat.

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Something that's been bugging me: If Arthur really was adopted, how on earth did they allow Penny to adopt him, considering she clearly didn't have a stable living situation and also had mental/physical health issues? You normally have to go through some serious vetting in order to be able to adopt a child. So what happened?

But that's the thing - Arthur WASN'T adopted.

His parents ARE Penny Fleck and Thomas Wayne.

I know nothing is 100% canon in the film and literally everything is down to personal interpretation, but I firmly believe that Penny was telling Arthur the truth when she told him that Thomas had all that adoption stuff made up (though I don't believe her when she said it came from a place of protection for her and Arthur; it was entirely self serving because he realised he couldn't be a reputable politician with a family out of wedlock. Again, this is my opinion).

I say this because Arthur finds, during the scene when he's putting his makeup on (just after he kills Penny and just before he kills Randall), a photograph of a young smiling Penny and on the back is the inscription, love your smile, T.W.

Penny, as much as I don't like her, was just as much of a victim in this situation as Arthur was. She was an abuser, too, but she was also a victim. It's an incredibly ambiguous and grey-shaded situation but I firmly believe that Penny Fleck and Thomas Wayne are Arthur's biological parents.

As for the adoption, it would have been the 1950s, and though my history for American proceedings is incredibly spotty, I feel like authorities wouldn't have cared all that much about vetting people looking to adopt. It wasn't like it is now where there's interviews and screenings; the system was so much different so if Penny DID adopt Arthur, I doubt she would have had much trouble doing so.

But again, I don't believe that Arthur is adopted. For me, there are too many signposts to say that Thomas Wayne is his father, and that makes it all the more devastating because what Arthur boils it down to as he's choking Alfred is, "he left me".💔

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[wooahaes]

sorry this is two parts w like. idk more nsfw-related stuff under a cut? i don’t write smut here (i’d consider it for another sideblog but eh, i def wouldn’t be as active there bc sometimes trauma shit hits hard when it comes to that sort of thing--literally just depends on the day), but yeah i consume it sometimes lmao

i... genuinely think i try to skip a fic every time it doesnt contain warnings at all. like you don’t have to have a setup like i do and like other writers do where we have a word count and a warnings thing + what the pairing is, that’s fine? but like. come on. at least put some warnings on your fic if you know there’s potentially something triggering there. not all triggers make sense and can be preemptively warned for, but the least you can do is warn for the bigger ones. that’s for both sfw works and for smut. like: a lot of writers do! a lot of writers do warn for shit, and i appreciate them a lot. but idk i guess some people want to just get straight into their writing and while i get it, i think that can be extremely harmful if you know your fic has something triggering in it.

i’ve seen people argue about trigger warnings before because of the whole “the real world won’t hold your hand” thing but that’s bullshit. p*r*site is one of my favorite movies and i watched it in a class for the first time and one of my friends went out of their way to tell me that there’s an uncomfortable sex scene in it bc they knew it could fuck me up depending on the day. people i know will go out of their way to give a heads up for things. i’ve suggested movies to people i don’t know well and said “oh, shit, btw, huge trigger warning for (x)” because it’s a triggering subject and i don’t want anyone to suffer as a result. websites exist to warn people about shit. and even offline, there’s those things vets put in their yards around fourth of july because the sound of fireworks can be triggering to them. anyone who says that the “real world won’t hold your hand” is a dick who just wants an excuse to not care for others imo.

anyway fat girl rant under the cut specifically (nsfw warning in general for the topic bc god its abt smut. sorry gamers. minors dni with that part or ur getting blocked if u say anything)

idk what to call them other than a bulge kink but if thats wrong then my b. idk they feel... a liiiil assuming that reader is skinny? that u can see a bulge from where a dick is inside someone? bc there’s nothing in front of it (i.e. fat)? idk man fucking warn for that shit because it automatically sends up the red flag of “ohhh readers skinny...” for me every time i stumble across it w/o any warning. like idk if any other chubby writers wanna weigh in on that, feel free to? i just tend to look at myself and see my chub and im like. yeah theres no way ur seeing ur dick bulge out unless ur super fucking hung and if u are then i am afraid for me.

also sorry these arent really put together lmao im literally just talking at this point. i used up the brain power w the “include warnings” part.

idk i think... a lot of smut just assumes reader is thin, moreso than sfw stuff. ik ive spoken w someone abt this (i wont @ her since idk if she wants that) but like. the whole “jump and ill carry you” thing feels like we’ve been conditioned to find it hot and all i can think about is the fact that i don’t think it’d ever work unless the person’s fucking ripped. do u think ming/hao from s//v//t can lift my ass? no. id break him like a fuckin twig probably. 

i dont have an actual ending for this bc admittedly im tired. sorry to ming//hao for saying the truth that id break u </3

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survey #174

The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? Uhhhh maybe pizza?

What is your favorite board that you've made on Pinterest? there's zero fucking way i have a board that's just pictures of 50-60-y/o band members hell no no way

Do you get on Facebook or Instagram more? I CHECK Insta more, but I'm scrolling Facebook longer.

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? Mountain Dew Voltage, but it's actually been quite a while since I had that one specifically, they're apparently really rare now and people are selling them for a fortune lol

What is one annoying thing your computer does? I hate when it randomly restarts over some error. It doesn't happen often, it's just annoying when it does.

What was the last song you listened to? "Black Wedding" by In This Moment & Rob Halford.

Have you discovered any new hobbies in the past couple months? No. It's seldom I discover new hobbies, honestly...

What's the wildest animal you've ever come in contact with? Well, define "contact;" I can read this as the wildest animal I've physically touched or just seen, and "wildest" can be taken in more than one way. The most surprising animal I've physically touched was a tarantula I guess, but the animal I've been most surprised to see in the wild was a mink, I think, and I didn't even get a good look at it. I'm not including zoo animals in this.

Do you trust your doctor? I trust my primary care physician, even though him being a man makes me slightly uncomfortable; he's a good doctor though that I've been with a good while so it's fine. I don't really have a relationship with my psychiatrist or worst of all therapist, honestly... Both my mom and I really hate the place I have to go to for insurance reasons, but I need SOMEbody in this department so we have no choice.

Do you ever question if your mother loves you? Absofuckinglutely not, I know she loves me with her whole heart and I consider myself unbelievably lucky to have that going for me.

Do you ever feel scared or unsafe around your dad? Not... really anymore, but at the same time, due to past experiences but also horrific nightmares about him, I can sometimes be uneasy if I'm with him and just him, even though I do know in my core he's no threat to me, got a pretty good feeling he'd protect me with his life. Maybe.

What is your favorite type of Lunchables? Absolutely nothing beats the nachos one.

Do you have someone you feel completely safe around? My mom and Girt.

What church do you go to? I don't attend church.

Are any of your siblings' friends like family to you? Basically yeah, in Allison's case. She's my younger sister's best friend/former housemate, and she's involved in some family events, like Ashley's kids' bdays. She was Ryder's very first crush lol, it's still a joke in the family how in love with her he's always been.

Do you have any friends who you exchange memes with? Lol Girt and I do this ALL the time, this is daily shit. Occasionally I will with Tez and Mazzy.

What was the last photo you took? It was Cookie all curled up looking cute as shit on Girt, she loves him. I could tell she was so ready for bed, lol.

Are you in any Discord servers? How often do you use them? I'm a member of literally one, the WoW Secret Finding Discord, but I haven't even clicked on its tab for like, years. I'm just in it if I ever feel like rare mount hunting with help.

Have you ever had to see an emergency vet after hours? Hmmm, I don't THINK so.

When was the last time you sat under a blanket on a couch? A few days ago with Girt.

Can you bite into ice cream or are your teeth too sensitive? I can now that I've had that one wisdom tooth with a really severe cavity taken out. It made nearby teeth agonizingly sensitive; the wisdom tooth itself didn't hurt, but apparently cavities that severe can radiate pain into other teeth, and holy fucking shit did it.

Do you like snowy winter days or do you prefer rainy days? I like snow much more! We don't get it all that much here, we often have a year without any, so I really enjoy it when it happens.

Do you know anyone who doesn't have a middle name? My boyfriend, but I'm pretty sure it's because he's a junior. His sister has a middle name, so.

What was the last thing you complained about? Probably cravings, it's that time of the month and I get really annoyed when my body desperately wants shit it doesn't need.

What celebrity irritates you the most? Elon Musk is up there, he's such a fucking arrogant asshole. I don't think there's one celebrity in specific that I REALLY hate though, the ones that annoy me in general are billionaires that do nothing beneficial for the world and instead hoard wealth. Actually wait, Donald Trump is 200% the top celebrity that I despise, like I would literally have given my life for this shithead to never have been in a position of influence. I like to forget he exists & kinda just did lmfao.

Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? On my 16th birthday, yes; I was at Jason's place, and his dad was a ginormous Giants fan, so I sat out in the living room with the family. I had zero interest in it and was definitely bored, but I was just happy to be involved with my then-boyfriend's family.

Would you like to know the exact date of your death? Absolutely not.

What's on your to-do list for today? Nothing, really. I'm incredibly tired.

Do you know anyone who's been bitten by a snake? I might, idk.

Are you excited for Halloween? I always am, haha. Even if I don't really do anything anymore, I enjoy the vibe. I'd like to maybe do something with Girt this year though, like maybe a haunted hayride or something.

What makes you smile or laugh no matter what? My boyfriend for sure, it really doesn't matter what mood I'm in, he can get both out of me like it's nothing.

Do you prefer strawberries or cherries? Strawberries by far, they're my favorite fruit, meanwhile I despise cherries.

Biggest insecurity? My weight.

Have you ever had braces? Yes, I did for a longer time than I should've because we couldn't afford to get them off so some teeth on my bottom row overcorrected a tiny bit.

Do you feel awkward using public transportation? I certainly would if I actually took it; I don't take taxis, buses, trains, etc.; the only experience I've had with public transportation were plane rides, and I do in fact feel very uncomfortable walking down the aisle to get to my seat. Well I actually did take an Uber for the first time ever with my mom recently, but that's one, single, very brief experience in all of 27 years.

Describe your mom with one word. Selfless. To a fault.

Would you rather bake a cake or cookies? Cookies seem a lot easier.

What curse word do you use most? Almost certainly "fuck" of some form.

Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around? No, I very rarely caused trouble as a kid.

When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any? Today actually, and yes. I initially woke up too early.

Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut? Not at all; I am extremely selective with who I'm even remotely sexual with, but I also don't slutshame. Consenting adults can do whatever the hell they want with other consenting adults that are informed about any issues you may carry. I also aggressively encourage you be upfront about your goals relationship-wise; don't want something serious? Say it immediately. Not into only sole partnerships? Say it, immediately. You get it. Be honest and real about what you want.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? Yeah.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through? The traumatic breakup of my first real relationship.

Do you like fast food or does it disgust you? Dude I'ma be real, fast food is some of my favorite stuff lol, I know that's an extremely unpopular opinion, but whatever. I still certainly avoid it though just for health reasons; I'd say we get someone out maybe just once a week.

Who was the last person you kissed? Girt.

What’s your favourite alcoholic drink? Sangrias.

Do you like the smell of BBQs? I actually really do, even though I dislike the food at most barbeques. Hamburgers and hotdogs are fine, but barbeque chicken, pulled pork, and stuff like that is where I'm out. Southern barbeques ain't for me.

Do you crash on people’s sofas often? Uh no, I've never done that.

Do wasps scare you? Yes, I really don't like how aggressive they are, and that stinger is too long okay.

Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? lol sure have, but never in even remotely heavy snow. It was only ever to like, leave the house and get in the car though; I wouldn't wear flipflops for an extended period in snow.

Has anyone ever told you that you & your significant other could be siblings? Have they ever assumed you were siblings? Not my current one, no; we look pretty different. It was a joke with my mom that Sara and I were basically twins when we dated, but I don't think anyone ever actually thought we were.

Have you ever heard people having sex in the next room? Pretty positive yes. It was in the apartment when just me, Jacob, and Amanda were home, Jason was probably at work I guess, and from the living room couch I heard Things happening behind me lol

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No, I absolutely fucking despise them and their whole premise.

Have you ever lost your voice? Yeah, most recently when I had Covid some time last year. My voice was gone for quite a long time.

Museum date or aquarium date? Aquarium.

Did you ever have an emo or scene phase? Haha you know it.

Name a subject you know a lot about. I probably know most about meerkats, or Silent Hill stuff.

Most embarrassing poster you’ve ever owned? I don't think I've had one I'd be embarrassed by.

Could you see yourself having a child with the last person you kissed? Yeah I could, but it's not something we want to do in the foreseeable future.

Who is your favorite person to have random conversations with? Girt, I love learning new stuff about him.

Who was the last person to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable? My mom, literally like an hour ago. She said something not realizing the topic is one I'm self-conscious about. I was really upset over it for a few minutes.

What are you known for? Most likely as the lazy deadbeat kid.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Idk if I've mentioned a "Jason" before in these????????????

Do you know anyone who is engaged? Yes, my high school friend Kelly recently got engaged to her long-time boyfriend, and I'm stoked for her. She's been so in love with this guy and she deserves the world.

What is your relationship status on Facebook? In a relationship with Girt, but pending after nearly two years lmao. It's not something he hides or anything, he just barely touches Facebook and by now the notification would be buried under like, hundreds of others, because at some point he ticked some setting that notified him when I merely post anything, and with how much shit I share, he's never finding it lol. I would only be bothered by this if it wasn't for the fact his behavior fully shows we're together, and how he acts toward me doesn't change in front of others.

What are you listening to? I'm watching/listening to WoolieVS' LP of Dark Souls.

What was the last thing you looked up on Google? What a mudslide drink is, actually for that earlier question. I had something like that at Sara's place years ago and it was fuckin magical lol, but I never asked what exactly it was, but that one seems the most likely.

Ever been kissed on the leg? Uh maybe? I can't remember a specific occasion though.

Last person to hear you cry? Either Mom or Girt probably, idk.

What do you think of the term plus-sized in modeling? Is it empowering or demeaning? It's demeaning as fuck; modeling is modeling. By adding the descriptor of "plus-sized," you're indebatably making it sound like the person isn't a real, ideal model.

Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)? Absolutely not entirely on my own, no. By now I really want to live with Girt, but without a source of income, I'd be very uncomfortable relying on him, even though he's told me he doesn't care. I care. I already fucking hate relying on the person that gave birth to me.

Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? No, not that I know of.

Are you friends with someone who’s autistic? My niece is, and I'm fucking finally getting evaluated for it myself at the end of this month. I, along with my mother and others that have watched me grow up, are very confident I have high-functioning Asperger's.

Have you ever had a Bic Mac? No, I'm not into lettuce on burgers, so it's a no by default.

Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, YouTube, etc.) I went to a reptile one/NARBC with Sara once, and I loved it, even though I struggled quite badly with my legs. I'd love love love to go to another, once my legs are a little bit better!

What is the biggest difference between you and your best friend? I'm way more emotional, while Girt is a very practical person. He has emotions, I've seen them, but he's much more in control of them than I am.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions #questionnaire

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A Player'a Aid: Chapter 4

The Hero of Time wasn't one to fall into fear at the unexplainable anymore.

The man, once child hero, had faced too much horror in such a life that whatever kind of tragedy that could or would be thrust upon him at short notice would only be considered another Tuesday afternoon. He learned to adjust, learned that his life would never be a normal one, not with the triforce burned into the back of his hand, not with the hero’s spirit, not baring the name Link- he would forever be a target for the seemingly impossible and he had accepted that with a heavy heart.

Then you practically fell out of the sky, turning the world he thought he knew upside down and throwing all logic out the window alongside it.

Other worlds. The concept wasn’t new to him, he had heard enough from his companions, he had experienced it for himself but what you were saying sounded like so much more than that. Hyrule never existing, their journeys reduced to nothing but games for entertainment- claims that could be concluded to mere lies or insanity, until you pulled out that damned device and unveiled on them the concept of true fear.

Were…were they seriously just pawns in a story that really held no weight? Did every struggle, hardship, traumatic experience they ever live just act as amusement for a bigger audience? Traveller had mentioned earlier that the times they had journeyed to had warped their stories into what they saw fit and while it was hard to see how they saw their defeat of Ganon become that, it wasn’t as bad as the idea that they were literal puppets being pulled on literal strings. These interpretations from other Hylians were merely incorrect tellings, the group knew the truth but to you, they really were nothing more than characters in a game to play as you saw fit.

They weren’t real to you, were they?

They were just as impossible as you were to them and he could admit (to himself alone) that it terrified him. Infuriated him. Saddened him. Made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The Hero of Time wanted answers that he might not have been able to get.

But by the Goddesses was he gonna try.

“Enough!” He called into the room, the Vet and Captain falling silent from their squabble to stare at the older hero, standing tall amongst the rest of the other heroes within the Wild Hero’s home. The others turned to his attention also, all baking in different degrees of an existential crisis that had him hesitating with his demands but no, this wasn’t time to panic “Shouting will get us to nothing, if we want an explanation then I propose we do something about the device in their possession”

Silence hung between them all when the Cook stood, his hood pulled over his head to shield his face from the rest of his allies. The eldest hero knew he was struggling, could feel it from where he stood, the young man was worse off compared to the others and himself, after all, hearing it was one thing but seeing it was on another level. “Purah’s lab is on the top of the hill, she’s highly trained in alchemy and it is probably our best option at the moment”

Rach-hand laid a hand on his shoulder “Are you sure you’re good-”

And it was shrugged off just as quickly it had appeared “That doesn’t matter right now”

“Champion-” The Knight of Skyloft was dissuaded by the icy look the other sent.

“We won't be able to continue without any answers. It would look odd if I wasn’t there with Purah and I don’t think explaining this to her is an option here- It won’t end well” Glancing around the room, his face hardened “Unless any of you have a different suggestion, then let us go. Put your pity away”

Faces were turned away and the Hero of Time sighed. “Champion is right- she seems to be our only real option at this time. So, the rest of you shall stay here, continue with our earlier plans about possible travel while I, along with the Cook and our…guest will see what can be done”

“I’m coming too” The rancher stood straighter, eyes steeled, challenging the Hero of Time to disagree.

The Old Man was simply too tired to fight him “Fine”

It was a sight to see when they stepped out of the house, the Traveler and their guest with arms wrapped around one another in a tight embrace, laughing with mirth in their voices. The sudden contrast of atmosphere had the three men pausing, eyes glued to the scene with a morbid fascination.

“...When did the Traveler leave?” The Twilight Hero questioned to them, “And how did they-”

It wasn’t a secret that the resident traveller wasn’t too fond of strangers. Well, none of them were, but with the life the young man had lived it was safe to say that The Hero of Hyrule was one of the warier of people, it was something he needed to learn to keep himself alive so to see him act so carefree, especially after such an ordeal.

“Later” The older hero answered, crossing his arms “We deal with this first, then we speak with Traveller privately”

The others nodded and his successor made his way over to the two.

“....Do you think the Veteran is right?” They watched as the three conversed, too far to hear their conversation “That they’re just some sort of dark witch working with the shadow?”

The Hero of Time contemplated the other hero’s words in silence.

If anything, the man had no direct answer. When they first discovered you, the shadow held an intent within its soulless eyes that felt way too real for it to be some sort of trick. When he hoisted your unconscious body into his arms, you looked too small, too fragile to be something he should fear or feel cautious of. Even when you were showing them, what he could only consider, that dark sorcery he still couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything remotely negative about you. Any use of magic he would have sensed, he’d lived long enough to be able to sniff out the arcane in any setting so it couldn’t possibly be the case.

But that scene earlier, wasn’t something he could let off so easily, something that he could simply brush aside.

Their forms grew as they made haste towards them, Ranch-hand leading the charge with the Traveler and their guest.

“....Because I don’t” The Hero of Time spared a glance to the Hero of the Wild, noting his gaze such to them “No matter how hard I think about it, I just can’t see it. My mind refuses to see through reason and I’m scared that it could be my downfall”

“....Me too”

They made their way to the lab in silence.

-----

The Old Man had come to realise that you liked jokes or, at least, liked to have people smiling. He could tell that the complete silence had gotten to you, nervously shuffling behind them like a frightened lamb or shrinking yourself down when one of them had called over to you when you had wandered off again to appreciate the beautiful view that the Cook’s Hyrule had to offer. So, once making it to the top of the steep mountain, your comedy came into play- dramatically collapsing into a heap just a few steps away from the doors to Purah’s lab.

“By the fucking stars” You bemoaned, rolling onto your back after a concerned call for your attention by the Twilight hero “Lord have mercy, I’ve reached the end of my life, boys”

He couldn’t help it really, he just couldn’t, a small snort fell from his mouth that had both of his companions looking over in complete surprise. The older hero wasn’t usually one to slip up, keeping a stoic visage in front of others (a mask really) as a way to deter those who may cause harm but also as a way to keep the other boys in line, they were heroes after all and they needed to keep their attention strong. (Not to say they couldn’t relax, they could, they deserved to but they also needed to stay vigilant- him included)

The Hero of Time’s small slip up was encouragement enough to keep you going “Pray for me lads, St Mary’s calling my name and she’s still mad about those missed calls”

He continued forward, pushing open the doors to the lab once Twilight had helped you to your feet.

“Odd one, aren’t they?” His successor commented, making his way to the Time Hero’s side “Excusing what happened earlier- They don’t seem too bad”

Purah’s voice interjected before anything else could be said.

“Why, yes, hello! If it isn’t a sight to see the previous heroes stumble into my workshop!”

One of the first things that the Wild Hero had done once they had stumbled into his Hyrule was to show the group around to…whatever was left. Heartbreaking, the great kingdom that Hyrule was before had vanished before their very eyes, left only to ruin by the power of Ganondorf’s foul play and hatred for all things good. The villages that they all shared stood strong, Kakariko Village, Hateno Village, Goron City, Gerudo Town, Zora Domain and Rito Village- the people were undoubtedly filled with determination to keep living and that, in the end, was all that mattered. (However Wild could see the sadness in their eyes at their almost desolate homeland, he couldn’t bear to see such things, it only added onto the dark cloud weighing over his head about his first “failure” and he made it his mission to show them all it’s wasn’t gone just…just smaller)

Purah hadn’t been the first person they had met (Those spots being given to Princess Zelda and Impa) but she did in fact hold some impact over the group (“Impa has a sister!? And she’s older!? She looks like a child!”) She gave them much needed maps of the country, offered to upgrade any gear, give away any information they needed- hell, offered to share some Sheikah secrets in trade of stories from their travels (“The history books are rubbish!” She cried, hands turned into fists like a child in a tantrum “You guys are the real deal! You’re sure to give me all the juicy details! So, let’s trade!”)

Her assistant was quick to put a stop to that.

Purah was most certainly someone they could trust to help.

But dropping such a weight topic onto her head wouldn’t be such a good idea.

“Ms Purah, we apologise for your intruding but we need your help”

“Anything for the Heroes of Hyrule! What are you in need of? Some research papers? More maps? Has the Sheikah slate received anything from your journey?”

“No” You had followed in with the Wild Hero by your side only a few short moments before, shrunk down once again when all eyes fell to you as the man gestured for you to step forward. Once again, hesitant measures were taken by you, head lowered and shoulders up in guard as you made your way towards the front of your small group to reveal yourself to the alchemist. It was a little pressing how you acted so…afraid around him but he didn’t think he had any right to ask and intrude on possible personal problems. “A guest of ours has….found this device that we’re hoping you could take a look at?”

Her eyes turned to you “Of course! Could I see this device?”

You tore off your bag from your shoulders, digging into its contents to pull out the smaller bag that contained the device that you had shown them earlier. With the thing in your hand, you went to hand it over only to hesitate, holding it protectively with your gaze falling to the floor, mind wandering.

He could see the confliction on your face: biting lip, darting eyes, the tightened hands- something held meaning to the small instrument and he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of sympathy roll over him in tiny waves. However, his curiosity outweighed his empathy and he went to speak.

Only for the alchemist to lean forward, hand gently grasping your shoulder and sending you a smile as sweet as can be “I promise to be gentle”

…You stepped away once you had pressed it into her hands, face tight before disappearing away to the other side of the room to ask Symin if you could read any of the books that lay around the room.

“Link- I mean, Hero of the Wild, if you could please, there’s a screwdriver in the drawer of my desk,- yes that one- thank you. Hmm, I don’t sense any magic….” She grinned, toying with the screws to undo the device’s shell “I hope this is as interesting, I’ve been itching for something better than this old Sheikah tech for ages”

They were quick to crowd her, eyes wide and practically bulging as she released the last of the screws and pulled off its case, a whole lot of….

He had no idea what he was looking at.

“By the Goddess, look at these components!” Purah cried, pulling down her goggles from her hair to zoom into the display with a smile that could tear her face in two “I’ve never seen such work before! It looks so complex for such a small thing! Hold on, I’ve got to draw this out!”

Her hand slammed against the table in search of her journal just a few paces away, The Twilight Hero grabbing it and handing it over to her to watch the small alchemist practically rip a pencil from behind her ear and begin a rough sketch of what she saw before her, muttering quietly to herself.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to do anything with it?” Wild had turned away, his eyes focused on something else to the older hero’s confusion but he just brushed it off, his attention centred on the woman “Get any information from it?”

“I’ll have to see, this device is so much different from what I've worked with before- these components don’t even look to be of this world! Plus it doesn’t seem to run on magic-”

A sound reached his ears. Well, all their ears it seemed, as they all at once turned to the source, seeing you standing on the platform that held the Sheikah's Runes. The hanging stone was glowing, the crest pulsing with power that was gathering just above where you stood, turned away from them with eyes focused on the visual.

"(Name)?" The Wild Hero called and the Old Man felt a fog cast over his mind, eyes screwing shut while his fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose. Within his brain, a spark echoed out, the light only faintly illuminating a piece of forgotten memories pushed aside with the darkest of corners before just as quickly disappearing, falling back into darkness and his focus returning back to the scene at hand.

A droplet fell from the hanging Rune, falling directly onto the hand pressed against the face of the stone stand sat under.

Silence hung in the room and you turned.

Then you screamed.

It was the most horrid thing he had ever heard. Blood-curdling was too light of a word to use to describe it, no, there wasn't any word that could possibly come to mind that he could had used to describe exactly what he heard. All he knew was that it brought forth of a wave of nausea, his earlier breakfast fighting its way up his throat to burst through his mouth.

You stumbled, hands flying at your head as you clawed at your temple, hard enough, it seemed, for blood to begin to form at the scratches your nails left, blooming red before darkening as the liquid ran down your digits. Tears had also gathered into your eyes, running down your cheeks as you sobbed, wailed, screeched- in a mysterious pain.

“O-Oh Goddesses-” Purah cried, hands going to cover her mouth.

The Wild Hero was first to react, racing towards you and catching your figure, calling in panic for your attention only for it to be left with nothing. Ranch-Hand was next, ordering his successor in a panic to lay you down, pulling away your hands to stop yourself from inflicting any more damage within your hysteria only for you to begin convulsing on the floor, head slamming back onto the floorboards. The Old Man finally reacted, kneeling down to place your head on your lap,

“Purah, what’s happening!?”

“I don’t know, no one should react like this-” The woman had leapt off her chair, Symin by her side as they dashed over “This isn’t normal!”

The Twilight Hero and Hero of Time met eyes.

Was this because you weren’t normal? From another world, another lifetime, while you were human you weren’t a human of this world so did magic affect you differently?

“Make-” You croaked, back arching with a whine of pain as you struggled to make out the words. “Please-”

The eldest hero watched in horrified awe as you inhaled the biggest breath you could through all your rugged gasps, a final wounded cry passing by your broken lips when you yelled “Make it fucking stop!”

You finally collapsed, eyes falling shut.

There was a stillness that gathered over them as they stared at your body, motionless on the cold floor with not even your breathing to be heard.

“Are they-”

The Hero of Time leaned over, his ear hovering over your mouth. A second passed when his ear twitched, the feeling of air gently hitting his lobe with a shaky, rattled wheeze that made him snap back upwards, face passive to keep the facade of composure despite the fact his heart was raging within the confines of his chest. “They’re breathing but it’s shallow”

Blood dripped down his hands and he was reminded of the lesions on your temples.

“Symin, get the bandages” Purah ordered, the assistant jumping to his feet to dash towards his side of the room. The older alchemist motioned for them to listen, pointing towards your body “Move them onto their side, make sure their left arm is spread out and pull over their right arm across their body. Pull their head back so their airway isn’t in any way obstructed and rest their cheek against their right hand. I then want you to pull their right leg up until it’s bent to make sure they stay in that position”

Stat. They were all quick to react.

Symin had returned a second later after rummaging about, replacing the spot the Old Man had to wrap your head. The eldest hero watched while the other two heroes followed Purah’s orders, his eyes falling to his bloody hands.

He didn’t understand. When they had come to your aid, chasing off The Shadow, the Traveller had leaned over you with his own healing magic dancing at his fingertips in the event that the creature could have harmed you, it being too dark to see over you completely and not wanting to invade your privacy to strip you or feel you to check for any injuries. Nothing had come about it that moment, the only change when the Hero of Hyrule healed you was your face relaxing from the one of discomfort, a sigh falling from your lips.

So, it couldn’t possibly be that magic affected you differently, could it? Was there some other hidden factor that they needed to consider? And if so, what could that possibly be if it was left to the unknown.

“Wait- look”

Attention brought back by the sound of his successor’s voice, the Hero of Time once again kneeled, leaning over when the back of your palm was presented for all to see.

The Sheikah crest looked to be burnt into your skin, swollen with dark bruising along its outline, followed by fluorescent blue light running through your views, disappearing under the cuff of your shirt. The rancher lightly traced the lines, your fingers twitching before falling back to rest.

“....We’ll focus on that later” Purah uttered after a moment “Their wellbeing is more important”

“Agreed” The Old Man turned towards the Wild Hero, meeting the younger man’s eyes “Your slate allows you to travel, correct? It will be best if you get the Traveller- quickly”

With a nod of understanding, his device was pulled from his waist and accompanied by a frantic tapping, the familiar sound of Sheikah magic humming through the air as the same blue light gathered from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair, the Champion disappearing with a quiet thrum.

So many questions but not enough answers, it seemed.

-----

The next time you awoke, you were back in the bed you had found yourself that morning, however, the bright sun from the day had fallen into the sun of dusk, orange light melting onto the bland sheets of Wild’s bed and making you groan in exhaustion, the thought of night approaching edging you back towards sleep that you still felt clung desperately to your bones.

“Hey, you’re finally awake”

A snort made its way past your lips, a familiar scene playing through your head but you shook the thought off, turning your head to face the direction of the voice. The Traveller, your Hero of Hyrule stood at the bottom of the bed holding a shot glass and glass flask, the bottle holding a daunting red liquid that sloshed about as he made his way closer to your side.

“Hyrule” Your voice was excited despite the obvious weakness to it, Hyrule dragging a chair from the desk nearby to seat himself by your side, the items he was holding in his hands disappearing out of your peripheral to (you guessed) the bedside table “How’s it going? You doing good?”

The man smiled “I think I should be asking you that”

“Why? Did something happen? Did I pass out again? Oh God, who keeps putting me in this bed”

The smile was quick to vanish, an expression of concern being a quick replacement as he brushed some hair away from your face. “You don’t remember? Not a thing?”

Remember? You paused, trying to find the memories within your head. There was the travel to the tech lab atop the hill, the banter you had played upon arrival at your destination, the talk with Wild, handing your switch to Purah and exploring the place. Although something at the back of your brain told you more, whispered about the memory stationed on the opposite side of the room, just out of view and glowing a fluorescent blue with accents of gold-

“Nope” Popping the ‘p’, you raised a brow “Should I?”

You should have been worried. You could guess that from his expression, from the way he stumbled over his words, trying to find the right way to explain to you what a serious situation you were facing, but in all honesty, you were too tired to even care. Your eyes were so close to fluttering shut, your body felt heavy- you were too far gone to properly compute what was happening.

Not to mention the concept of missing memories wasn’t new to you, there was a large chunk of your life forgotten within the void of your subconscious that you didn’t care enough to dig deep and retrieve, there was probably a good reason for it anyway. You’d rather live within the realms of blissful ignorance than relive potential damaging echoes that were buried to keep yourself sane.

Though, you did wonder what sort of event could have happened that ended with you losing the last few hours, so you listened to the Hyrule with all the attention you could muster.

“I don’t know the whole details” He started, “But there were some runes within the lab, Sheikah magic runes that you touched-”

You cringed, already having a feeling where he was heading.

“-and it somehow activated the runes? No one knows how you did it, as they are only meant to react to the presence of the Sheikah slate but we have been bouncing around ideas, the only believable one being because you are not of this world. Anyhow, the magic from the runes caused a violent reaction and you ended up passing out.” His eyes were sympathetic, holding fret for your person that made your heart clench gratefully, but being yourself, you couldn’t handle the look, arm going to cover your eyes with a groan to hide it away from your sight.

“A violent reaction? How violent exactly?”

“There were wounds from your temple from how hard you were scratching at it and a lot of blood”

You scowled “Oh my God- that’s so embarrassing”

“...You’re embarrassed? For reacting to what I was told looked like indescribable torture?”

“Yeah because I was probably flailing around and screaming like some mad person” You whined, slamming your hands onto the covers in a ‘What?’ gesture “Not to mention I did that in front of…five people! It’s like getting hit by a car but not getting hurt so you’re just laying on the ground thinking ‘What do I do, do I get up? Do I stay here? God, they should have just killed me this is so embarassing’ like how am I meant to react to this information now? How am I gonna look the others in the eye? I’m already weird enough to them-”

You continued to ramble, within a mind of your own at that point until through your expressive hand gestures you noticed the back of your hand, straightening it out to gawk at the crest of the Sheikah, its eye almost staring you down from its spot on your skin, the tear breaking out into small, glowing blue lines that branched up your arm. Pulling your arm from the shirt, you traced the lines, which you had guessed were actually your veins until you were unable to see them, fingers resting on your shoulder.

There was a sound then a mirror was presented to you. “Here”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and gaped.

The lines crept up your neck, crawling up your cheek until finally disappearing into your eye socket. Your iris still bore the colour you were born with, however, the sclera adorned the same beautiful sky blue that glowed within the darkening room, your pupil gleamed with a lighter, more welcoming tone, the arctic blue circle darting around your eye as you studied yourself as deeply as you could.

“(Name)-”

“Sans Undertale….”

Hyrule blinked, a confused but amused smile growing “What”

“I am Sans. Undertale.” Gently snatching the mirror from his hands, you brought it closer to your face and burst into a mantra of giggles, staring at your eye with a giddy interest that wasn’t seeming to wane “Look at me go, you funky little person you-”

You met Hyrule’s eyes, the both of you sharing a look then bursting into more giggles, his hand coming to hold over his mouth while you didn’t even bother to hide your glee, snorting and chortling aloud. “Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know! Why are you laughing?”

“I’m not sure-” You both laughed for a few more moments before falling into a comfortable silence, soft smiles on both your faces before Hyrule turned towards the bedside table, grabbing the flask of red liquid along with the shot glass, pouring the substance into the small glass “You know, when I was hurt I remember you always fretting about me and panicking”

Yes, you weren’t really the quietest of gamers. You liked to express yourself when it came to your player or the protagonist of the game you were occupying yourself with at that moment. Ranging from small ‘ow’ falling from your lips at imaginary pain when your character would do something that you deemed pain worthy to screaming your head off in panic when you were getting bombarded by enemies that you couldn’t seem to shake off, vague memories of the following words “Go, GoGoGOGOGOGO-” or “I AM SO SORRY (Blank)” bouncing off the walls of mind like the Window’s screen saver. You expressed yourself like you were the person you played or you were someone who cared about them, so hearing such a thing from the protagonist himself wasn’t a surprise.

But you still pondered about how your frantic narrating of your own actions translated into a very present entity within Hyrule’s life.

Maybe it was indeed magic that played a part in that.

Handing you the glass, his voice took a tone that hinted at a genial affection “And now that you’re in this position, it’s nice knowing that I can be there when you were there for me”

Magic or not, it still hurt that you couldn’t fully appreciate those words.

He saw you as an old friend, you saw him as a piece of nostalgia from a relic that you had been lucky enough to grab during a gaming convention.

You weren’t gonna let it stay that way though.

You were gonna be the friend that he relied on before, no matter what it took.

You downed the liquid in one shot.

…

Then gagged “Augh- That is disgusting- is this a red potion!?”

“Yup, they tend to not go down well”

“Down well-” You choked, hanging out your tongue to pat at it like some frantic animal “It’s on my tongue, it’s on my fucking tongue-”

For the second time that day, a cough interrupted the two of you. Hyrule turned in his chair while you stared down the form of Pink Streaks with your tongue still very much in your hands, not even reacting at the look of revolution coupled with confusion as you continued your actions, trying desperately to rid the tang from your poor tastebuds.

He stepped closer hesitantly to your complete understanding, marching his way up to your side addressing the both of you as he opened his mouth “Food, the Champion asked me to bring it up”

Despite his obvious distaste for you, he lowered the bowl of, what looked like, stew gently into your hands, his scowl prominent then turned his whole body to face his successor, back towards you and completely out of sight. You chirped out a ‘thank you!’ but he didn’t react past as glance back at you.

Damn, he did not like you did he.

“Come down and eat, Traveller, we need to discuss more about our plans”

Pink Streaks- okay this was getting ridiculous “Hey, Pinkie, what’s your name?”

The man stiffened, turning comically slow to glare down at your form your spot on the bed while Hyrule once again covered his mouth, small breathless chuckles escaping his lips while you didn’t even bother to hide your mocking smile, beaming up at him while his face grew hot in irritation. “What?”

“Your name, Pink boy, what is it?” You tilted your head innocently “Nice hair by the way, really suits you”

Oh, you were digging deep, digging your grave but you just couldn’t help it. The way he flustered up was just too perfect, eyes glazing over with a fiery blaze of barely contained aggravation that reminded you too much of your own friends back home when you made a joke you were too comfortable to make that usually ended with you being called along the lines of ‘You stupid whore’ or being flipped off. This wasn’t going to help you in any way, no, it was probably causing an even bigger rip in the tear that was his scepticism about you but you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bully him.

He was just standing there, you had to do it to him.

Pink Streaks released a sharp breath “The Hero of Legend, or the Veteran”

“Hoarder isn’t too much of a longshot either” Hyrule muttered aloud and you heaved out a laugh, careful not to drop your stew all over your front while Legend glared down at the hero, his eyes reflecting a betrayal so foul it almost had you dying.

“Hurry downstairs, Traveller” He grunted out finally, “Now”

Smiling, Hyrule nodded his head and promised to return later once they had finished. Legend stayed behind, watching the man jog down the stairs while you swirled your stew with the spoon sat within the bowl, stomach rumbling hungrily at the tantalising smell before scooping some up and bringing to close to your mouth-

“Let me make myself clear”

“Oh-kay, we’re doing this now” You glanced over to the glaring hero, your face pleading “Can this maybe wait-”

“No”

“Alrighty then”

“I don’t trust you a single bit, the others don’t know what to think about you but I’ve done this hero life longer than them, I know that you can’t be trusted Full Stop. I don’t know if you’re working with The Shadow, or you’re simply after everyone here for being a hero, hell, maybe you’re some old follower of Ganon out for revenge, but I’m gonna break this little facade you have going and I’ll stop whatever dark magic you’re using on that artifact”

He leaned closer, towering over you in the bed and you felt anxiety creep up your spine at the look in his eyes: caution, anger, hatred swirling in those beautiful pools of blue that made you shrink back submissively.

“Not to mention your very sudden closeness with the Traveller. I don’t know what you did but I know that it’s something, he never trusts a stranger but suddenly you’re both goody-goody? I don’t buy it and I’m not gonna let it keep happening”

Between a rock and a hard place it seemed, the grave that you were digging was already a gaping tomb, burrowed down deep within the crust of the earth holding the doors open and awaiting your promised arrival.

“Got anything to say?”

After a moment, you gulped “I…I meant what I said, about your hair? Pink does suit you- no sarcasm included”

Legend sneered, searching your face for just a few moments more. A few seconds passed when his eyes seemed to shrink however he snapped upright, turning away from you with a huff before you could study his gaze even more, then stormed his way back down the stairs where everyone else was conversing, their voices muffled by your pounding heart.

…It was gonna take a lot to get on his good side, a whole lot that you hoped you could shoulder because there was definite baggage in that threat and you knew that a majority of it was placed in a familiar journey with an Island named Koholint.

You took a nervous bite from your food.

“Ah- hot!”

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #player au #a player's aid #linked universe imagine

[omegasamwilson]

Sam Wilson Headcanons That Have Nothing To Do with Bucky Because I’m Mad About the MTV Awards

-Sam Wilson has his Master’s in Social Work. He originally wanted to work with youth in a school setting but then his PTSD got worse and he went to a support group and found his calling

-He completed his BSW+MSW in four years using the GI Bill + other scholarships

-He played baseball and did pole vault in high school. He also ran the 3200x4 for track but definitely preferred pole vaulting

-He was a Momma’s boy, thru and thru

-He got into exactly one fight in high school and it was because someone talked mess about Sarah so he rocked their shit. His dad took him out for ice cream when he got suspended

-Speaking of which, Sam was terrified of coming out to his dad, a Baptist preacher, and it caused him to try to distance himself from being close to his dad. When he finally did come out, at 15, his dad told him that he knew, that he loved Sam, and that God had created him exactly as he was.

-One of his most prized possession is a beautifully letter his father wrote him that includes the words “queer people are holy.” He sobbed when he first read it and every single time since

-when Sarah’s husband died, (in the midst of Sam looking for Bucky) Sam moved down to NOLA for a few weeks to help Sarah with her newborn and toddler

-the “Uncle Sam” thing has been a running joke ever since Sarah’s oldest was born.

-Sam attended “Donuts with Dads” so that Cass wouldn’t feel left out

-The first time his nephew gave him Father’s Day cards, he cried and his youngest nephew crawled in his lap and said, “it’s okay, Uncle Sam.” And his older nephew was like, “it means we love you.”

-Sam has provided medical care at Black Lives Matter protests since 2012, and he and some friends went to Ferguson in 2014 to provide healthcare

-he loves food trucks. He also definitely has the Okra app so whenever he travels he knows which Black opened restaurants to travel

-he played ultimate frisbee in college and got involved in it when he met another vet in college that really enjoyed the sport

-he has a soft spot for dogs and he definitely considering getting one to train as a therapy dog before he started working for Cap

-although he doesn’t do group at the VA anymore, he volunteers whenever he can

-he’s done a marathon to raise awareness for Veteran mental health

-running helped him cope with his PTSD and gave him time to reflect and think

-he does not really like drinking water, as evidence by the fact he gets back from a run and reaches for a refreshing glass of ORANGE JUICE

-he tells people his favorite Star Wars trilogy is the sequels because it pisses people off

-he was a HUGE Blerd as a kid

-he played the trumpet in high school and was actually pretty good about it

-his favorite subject in school was English

-he actually enjoyed physics and other math classes and liked it even moreso after doing para-rescue because that’s what flying is

-he and Sarah are sure to schedule monthly phone calls to check in. He kept those up even while on the run

-he loves Marvin Gaye but also Kendrick Lamar, Kevin Gates, Taylor Swift, Boys II Men, and Fall Out Boy. He’ll also listen to anything at least once

-he never “like” reacts on Facebook unless he’s feeling petty and passive aggressive

-he’s marched in several pride parades and has helped facilitate events for Black LGBT youth

-he definitely accidentally comes out to a Captain America fan because he can’t resist making a pun about being gay. It’s a young 19 year old queer kid from a homophobic home and their eyes go wide and they promise they would never out Sam but that they’re so glad they know at least one hero that is like them

-Sam gets the kid’s name and finds out they’re a student at MIT who has been disowned by their parents and forwards their info to Pepper to make sure their college, housing, and other necessities are paid for

-he totally bought Sarah a copy of “Go the Fuck to Sleep” when her kid was born. And definitely followed it up with a copy of “You Have to Fucking Eat.”

-his favorite book is “The Snowy Day” because he fell in love with it as a kid but if anyone asks his default is either “Lord of the Rings” or “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” both books he loved but not his favorite

-his nephews are his favorite people on this planet and he would literally move heaven and earth for their safety

#sam wilson #anthony mackie #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #captain america and the winter soldier

[indecisive-behaviors]

Originally I was just going to add this as a reblog to my previous post about the parking lot scene in KK2 but it’s almost 2k words so now it’s getting it’s own post. Be forewarned- this is fucking long.

TW for discussion of PTSD, child abuse, neglect, injury, and death, in relation to topics surrounding the show, under the cut-

Obviously, Cobra Kai is a show based around the premise of “what happened to that Lawrence kid after he got kicked in the face?”, which is honestly a pretty cool idea for a show. Johnny’s story is never explained past sitting on the sidewalk with his head in his hands at the tournament, and there are no real context clue’s to figure out what may or may not have happened.

In the show we get to learn early on that Johnny’s life spiraled after the tournament, going from bad to worse to “holy shit how are you still alive”-dropping out/never going to college, working jobs he seems to hate, becoming an alcoholic, presumably many dead end relationships, and not being there for his kid. And yeah, obviously, this would be a hard pill to swallow for anyone watching the show if Johnny had just lost the tournament. If we never got the scene in KK2, he would have just been some kid who lost a tournament- we see at the end of the first movie that(through tears holy shit Billy) that Johnny is the one who gives the trophy to Daniel with his famous line, “You’re alright, LaRusso.” There’s a level of grudging respect in that moment that isn’t lost on anyone who sees that movie- that Johnny, who throughout the movie only sees Daniel as some whimpy kid, gets proven wrong and respects that. If we didn’t have that scene, there’s reason to believe Johnny would have apologized, tried to make amends, Something, even if it was just being less of a dick at school.

But then, we get the parking lot. We get a far off shot, intended to distance you from the scene, framed over Daniel’s shoulder. This makes sense, Daniel is the main character, the protagonist, the underdog hero- why wouldn’t it be framed in his perspective? But the scene is about Johnny. We get the shouting match, the back and forth- “No, you’re the loser man.”- and again it’s fairly obvious how Johnny sees this situation. This is a man who we assume(and is later confirmed) to be a surrogate father figure, who set his friend up for failure, and then basically forced him to do the same by targeting an injured opponent, and forcing him to fight without honor. This same man presumably follows a teenager out to the parking lot, to harass him, to tell him he’s off the team, to tell him he’s a loser, that he’s nothing.

But at that point, Johnny knows the truth, even if subconsciously. At the end of the day Johnny knows that Daniel LaRusso was a worthy opponent, and that regardless of the cheating and manipulation, Daniel could have won anyway, and did win, despite of it.

And then Kreese grabs him, too fast to react to, Johnny too surprised even knowing that Kreese is the bad guy here, not believing that he would ever willingly hurt him- and Johnny isn’t strong enough to fight him off, none of the boys are, so Johnny is forced to suffocate for almost a full 30 seconds(which I double checked for the record- also as a reference, 30 seconds is about the average time it takes for a person voluntarily holding their breath to pass out- this does not account for the oxygen lost during a struggle, and the lack of preparation from both surprise and panic. The only silver lining here is the fact that Kreese was most likely compressing his windpipe, not his jugular, which would have made him pass out in about 5-10 seconds, and would have caused permanent brain damage or death in about 15).

Now, PTSD is a complex thing. I’m not a psychiatrist, and what small amount of information we have is all we have to work off of, but I feel fairly comfortable in saying Johnny mostly likely developed it after the incident. This not an uncommon take in the fandom as far as I’m aware either. But, if we assume this, we also have to assume that after the fact nothing would have been done about this. Not just in the sense that we still don’t really know everything that happened right after the tournament, but that in the early 80s, PTSD wasn’t really a thing yet.

Sure it was absolutely a condition that existed, but Post Traumatic Stress Disorder wasn’t even added to the DSM-III until 1980- and for a long time afterward, was only seen as a condition that affected primarily war vets. Even after an event as traumatic as having a man you considered a father trying to kill you, in public, without remorse, would not have been seen as something to warrant the diagnoses, let alone treatment.

Johnny Lawrence was 17 when Kreese tried to kill him, and this boy would have been offered no resources beyond filing charges with the police. And as we see in KK3, either this didn’t happen either, or someone(presumably Silver) got the charges dropped. So on top of almost being murdered, Johnny had to live with the fact that the man who did that to him was still out there, and to top it off, still ran a dojo at least for a few months after the event. The only relief he could have gotten is after Kreese faked his death.

And sure, Mr Miyagi may have gotten Kreese to let go eventually, but as several people have pointed out in comments and tags, left him and the other boys alone with Kreese still standing there in the parking lot and just... drove off. Kreese has already been established to be a psycho with no problem hurting children, a little bit of glass might not have prevented him from trying again.

So why did I talk about all of that? Because it all contributes to why Daniel LaRusso works as a credible antagonist in season 1 of Cobra Kai.

Think about this- Johnny blames losing everything on Daniel in season 1, but we specifically get a shot in KK1 and later KK2(”You’re alright, LaRusso” and “I did my best” come to mind) where he seems to be at least mostly accepting of the fact that he lost(with what was actually an illegal kick but that’s a rant for another time). So why does he blame him for everything 30 years later?

Because 30 years later, Johnny is forced to go outside, go to work, and pretend like he doesn’t see what feels like every street corner(including right outside his apartment mind you), a literal billboard sized reminder of what happened to him.

The rest of this is mostly speculation but it makes sense in my head so bear with me.

When we get introduced to Robby, it’s made pretty clear that Johnny has not been in his life for a bit. In season 2 we get Johnny’s heart to heart with Miguel, where he divulges that he missed the birth, because he spiraled after his mom’s death. This however doesn’t suggest that he stayed gone, especially knowing that it wasn’t long enough for Robby to not consider seeking out his dad. Because tacked up to the fridge, is a picture of Robby in his soccer uniform as a kid. It’s an early detail you can see in previous episodes, and says a lot about how Robby grew up. To be fair, this could have been given to him by Shannon, and not taken himself, but it’s the sport Robby’s playing that makes me question this. KK1 dedicates an entire scene to Johnny being on the soccer team in high school. Soccer, while maybe not as important to him as karate, is still part of his character. Robby does not know karate in season 1, Johnny obviously didn’t share it with him, but that doesn’t mean Johnny didn’t share anything with him.

So Johnny’s back in his kids life, maybe doing better for himself, maybe cutting back on the drinking. LaRusso Auto is already established to exist at this point but it’s in Encino, a place Johnny has no reason to go to, and probably doesn’t want to. He’s trying again and things are okay. But Robby knows enough about Daniel to know that going to him will piss off his dad. So Johnny had to have talked about him at some point. The billboards here are what’s important- they’re in the first episode, the first scene montage, Johnny draws a dick on one of them as some petty revenge.

The first billboard goes up in the late 2000s to mid 2010s. Johnny sees it, maybe he has Robby with him at the time, maybe he goes home and says something there, but he says something in a way that sticks with even a child as being important. More billboards go up. Dealerships starting popping up more and more. Daniel’s face, and by extension, the memories, the flashbacks, become inescapable. Johnny, for a third time, spirals again. Before he even knows what’s happening, he’s lost his relationship with his son. And it’s all Daniel’s fault. Of course Daniel doesn’t do it deliberately, but the constant reminders are enough to send him back into a tailspin and Johnny blames him for it.

Because it’s Daniel who is a constant reminder of his failures- it’s Daniel who caused him to lose the tournament and almost get killed, Daniel who put up the billboards that trigger his flashbacks, it’s always Daniel Daniel Daniel.

And then Johnny gets it in his head that he wants to be better. He opens a dojo, teaches Miguel and the other kids, wants to try again- and he almost succeeds.

Johnny up to this point has not deliberately antagonized Daniel in any way. Sure he named the dojo Cobra Kai, but Cobra Kai is all he knows. Besides Johnny doesn’t blame karate for his failures, his best memories are Cobra Kai and he’s trying to be better than Kreese. So what’s the harm in this really? His building is in Reseda, there’s no reason for Daniel to ever be there, he doesn’t do it out of spite, it’s because he lives there and rent is cheap. He doesn’t know about KK3, doesn’t know about Daniel’s own trauma. This isn’t an attack. Johnny sincerely just doesn’t know.

Enter Daniel, stage left. Daniel makes no attempt to talk to him- he simply makes demands and accusations, before he starts making active attempts to put him out of business.

Sure, we as the audience know Daniel has good reasons to not want Cobra Kai back. But Johnny doesn’t. All Johnny knows is that the kid he picked on in high school- who won, who got everything Johnny wanted, who grew up to be successful, has a wonderful wife, two kids who love him, a thriving business- is doing everything he can to make his life hell 30 years after the fact.

And this could only have happened because in 1986 John G. Avildsen decided to add in a scene meant for the original movie into the sequel, for absolutely no fucking reason.

#meta analysis #ranting about cobra kai cuz I can #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai #karate kid #I will never get over the fact that that was an actual scene that they filmed #and then got no resolution #FOR 30 YEARS #I apologize to everyone for this post #obviously I have a lot of feelings about this

[terfsarecunts]

I love posts like this bc you can tell abused kids are literally always left out of the narrative. A lot of parents don’t even bother to have “the talk” with their kids. Most of them are expected to just figure it out on their own…this is exactly why sometimes third party education (like schools stepping in to teach sex Ed) is important. Yes obviously it should be vetted and regulated but this is how we have an entire generation of kids and teenagers being raised by pornhub. Every single parent isn’t going to bother teaching their kid about the complexities of consent, ex: how stealthing is legally considered rape, or how having sex when you’re intoxicated isn’t consent, how a “no” isn’t the only way people communicate that they don’t want sex. So many parents neglect gender and or sex talk with their kids and I think it leads to so much fucking damage, and morons like this do nothing but perpetuate it. Do you think abusive or neglectful parents give a shit if their kid learns about sex or gender properly? These kids deserve to be protected from people who count on that to exploit them you stupid fucks.

#idk what 2 tag this as

[bigskydreaming]

Me vs DC writers’ never-ending need to draw from the well of characters telling Dick Grayson he’s acting just like Batman: READY, FIGHT!

No but seriously, is it any wonder this guy is so driven to get out from under Bruce’s shadow and be seen as his own person when he can’t even make his own mistakes? Every single mistake he makes is really just Batman’s mistake and makes Dick just like him.

Like, Bruce doesn’t have a monopoly on trust issues, or being closed off, or just having a bad day. Other characters exhibit behavior like this or resulting from this all the time, but every time Dick does it, a character is waiting in the wings to tell him how he’s turning into Batman. As though there’s no possibility he can be making a choice for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with Bruce or being raised by Bruce.

Dick doesn’t reveal his identity to new members of the Titans? Its obviously because he doesn’t trust them and is just like Batman.....can’t possibly be because revealing his identity reveals his family’s as well, and Dick might just not feel he has the RIGHT to do that with people most of his family don’t even know.

Dick’s wary of new members and vets them thoroughly? Its obviously because he’s just like Batman.....can’t possibly be because there once was a character named Terra who he as leader allowed onto the team with absolutely disastrous results for them all and he’s scared of a repeat of that which the team might not survive a second time.

Dick’s reticent about asking from help from other heroes when he’s hurt or in danger? Its obviously because he’s just like Batman.......no matter that it also describes any number of other heroes whose literal hero complex means they’re reluctant to put anyone they care about at risk and rate losing people that matter to them as a fate worse than what might happen to them personally.

Dick’s closed off and doesn’t open up about what he’s feeling to people? Its obviously because he’s just like Batman.....couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that when he DOES confide in friends and family about stuff, like say, his fears of being swallowed up by Batman’s larger than life persona and losing himself in his shadow until he’s nothing but a copy of him.......his friends and family spend more time weaponizing this fear/insecurity of his as a dig they know will get under his skin any time they’re mad about a decision he made, than they do like, actually focusing on what this means for Dick and how to help him step OUT of Batman’s shadow.

Like, the extreme irony of Dick’s friends and siblings telling him to be his own man and not just do what Batman does......is that the second he makes a call they don’t agree with, the first thing out of their mouths is how what he did was obviously just because of Bruce’s influence and there’s no other possible thought process running through his head.

Let his choices be examined on their own merits, not constantly being scrutinized through a filter of “is this like Batman or not like Batman” as though that’s the only standard of measurement that applies to Dick’s decisions or behavior!

Sometimes a guy can be paranoid just because he’s been making enemies of grudge-bearing supervillains since he was ten years old and they all want him dead.

Sometimes a guy can be brusque and short-tempered just because his life is exhausting and stressful and he’s having a bad day.

Sometimes a guy can be hesitant to open up because he has a long established track record of people scapegoating him, not taking his side and dismissing his hurts as being easily overlooked or irrelevant or just him equally at fault, or using his insecurities and fears against him in fights large and small.

Not every thing he says and does has to trace back to Batman. Dude’s been making an effort to stand out in contrast to Batman since the second he debuted as Robin rather than Batlad, and its everyone else that keeps looking at the two of them and saying ummm I see no difference here or else only considers him to be doing things right because he’s NOT doing them like Batman. There’s no in between. There’s no allowance for the fact that yes Bruce has a large influence on his life and who he grew up to be but he’s still him, not Bruce 2.0, and there are many parts of him that exist outside of a simple binary of whether or not they’re what Batman would do in any given situation.

Is it any wonder that Dick’s frustrated that other characters seem completely unable to define or describe him without using Bruce or Batman in the same sentence?

(LOLOL can you tell that I’ve been rereading Titans stories and am irey about how overused this particular trope is with his friends as well as his siblings? Like, you could make a drinking game where you take a shot every time someone who’s mad at him says oooh you’re just like Batman, but also please don’t do that because you will definitely die cuz alcohol poisoning is real).

[cloudy-leonhart]

AOT veterans with a Filipino S/O!!

[author note: did I write this as soon as I posted the first part?? yes. I like writing for this, it’s so fun lolol up next, Marleyan Warriors!!]

Summary: not much, just the AOT vets with their filipino S/O.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: Buwan - Juan Karlos.

Theme: Fluff, Modern AU.

TW: Swearing.

Characters: Hange, Levi, Miche, Erwin, Moblit, Nanaba.

Hange Zöe

Honestly they fully immersed themselves in your culture, as you know Hange LOVES learning about new things, discovering about your culture, they probably forced you to go the Philippines with them.

They started asking people for directions in english?? You had to step in translate for them, in which they responded to ask to teach them the language.

Yes they keep a small notebook of words they think are interesting. Yes even swear words are in there, not to mention they absolutely just butcher the way you say it.

One time when you both came back, Hange told Erwin that Bakla was a word for a good man, and they laughed their asses off watching Erwin tell people he was Bakla LMFAO.

They actually visited your province, they met your family and was surprised at the fact that they owned a whole farm, they tried to learn with your siblings on how to harvest rice, they nailed it btw.

they named your carabao, Sawney, and your chicken, Bean.

And respectfully so, your family started to call their animals by the name Hange gave them.

They started to cry about the fact that you guys had to go back, and like every time, your mom and dad encouraged y’all to bring filipino snacks back home, in which you did, because you knew that you’d probably miss it when you flew back home.

You guys have a tradition of going to the Philippines for your guys’ anniversary.

THEY SUPRISINGLY LISTENS TO FILIPINO MUSIC

They were the one to suggest Aegis to Levi but they prefer someone like Jireh Lim.

Favourite song is probably, Buko. They love the guitar in it.

Levi Ackerman

He first found out you were Filipino when he caught you packing a balikbayan box for your family back home, (for those who don’t know, balikbayan box is a box full of your country’s snacks to send back to the PH for your family to try.)

He had asked you what it was, and you answered that it was for your family back in the Philippines, in which he responded with helping you, and mainly scolding you about the way you packed it.

“Idiot, pack it like this, so you have more space to place stuff.”

When he first went to the Philippines, he first noticed the cleanliness of the hotels, he looked at you with a ‘is this why you’re so good at cleaning?’ look. 

God when I say your parents loved him, YOUR PARENTS ABSOLUTELY ADORED HIM. He would clean for your mom, and not only that, your mom approved of his cleaning technique, yes she told you to marry him that second.

And that you did, you had your first wedding with you family in the Philippines, and another in where you guys currently lived.

Bye, he absolutely looks AMAZING in a Barong. Your dad helped him slick his hair back.

Your mom and him, bonded of cleaning, sometimes when your mom needs help removing rust on her pans, she calls Levi.

like Hange he and you go to the Philippines for y’alls anniversary. 

Please save this man from the streets, I’m not saying it to be mean but this man almost gave his wallet to a bunch of kids who were hungry.

You gave money instead because you didn’t want your man to be broke lmfao.

He loves seeing you so happy while you’re in the Philippines, he just thinks it’s adorable when you speak your language.

Aegis listener, absolutely no discussion, mans listens to them while cleaning, he listens to “Sayang Na Sayang” religiously.

when Aegis plays in the house, you know it’s a cleaning day lmao.

Erwin Smith

Please, remember when I said Hange told him bakla was a word for a good man, yes, that’s how he found out you were Filipino, you literally was so dumbfounded, you waited for him in the living room, your friend’s laughing over the phone, man thought he did something wrong until..

“Erwin, can you tell me why you’ve been telling your friends you’re fucking gay??”

Yeah he’s got trust issues now. But he wasn’t that shocked to find out you were filipino, he just thinks it’s neat, he butchers pronouncing shit, he tries to learn filipino jokes??? It’s really bad, like you need to stop him from telling your family to save HIM from embarrassment.

He knows how to cook barbecue lmfao, he sits at your family’s barbecue spot and cooks for them, your dad appreciates the help so much lmao, also he loves drinking the gulaman whenever he’s there, your dad gives it to him for free because, he basically considers Erwin his son now. His awkward, barbecue-cooking, son.

You guys go on hiking in Mt. Butalao, yes you sneak peeks when he’s climbing because his muscles flex, and he sweats. You guys go on a double hiking date with Miche and his S/O all the time.

He was kind of fearful when you went to a province to get in touch with your grandparents, he watched you help their carabao back into their pens, he’s scared of carabaos, don’t blame him-

Surprisingly he’s as good as your dad in basketball, bye I just know the women of your community comes to watch him, he’s ripped, you’re jealous but you don’t say it lmao.

He’s got those jeep keychains lmfao, the fact that he kinda looked like a lost puppy when you’re traveling, like so many people, so little space-

please educate him, he’s confused on everything-

he probably listens to Eraserheads, Huwag Mo Nang Itanong. Yes his ultimate song. 

Miche Zacharias

probably the only veteran that knows what to do?? Beside Moblit?? He knows how to bless, he knows to call your parents nanay and tatay. He also loves going to where there’s a lot of Filipino street food because he loves the smell, he prefers the smell of bananaque over anything, hotcakes are a close second.

mf was scared when your mom suddenly said, “Oh yeah, I kept your childhood spider.”

YOU OWNED A MF SPIDER?? You were all like ‘omg i miss him’ he was a little scared bitch omg.

You had to explain that you would buy them from the local toy store and you and your friends would make them fight each other to the death.

HE THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE SMALL- IT’S A WHOLE MF TARANTULA BYE

you know those dyed chicks you get from winning a game, yeah, he was attached to one you guys won, but as always, they weren’t going to live long, I think he sulked for a whole 2 days. He named the chick Richard AHAHA.

ah yes, absolute unit in basketball, yes you and Erwin’s S/O would watch them play basketball together with your guys’ dads. Yes y’all gossiped about how hot they were in tagalog.

Just saying, Miche got some that night. 

He doesn’t fit in tricycles- neither does he fit in jeepneys lmfao- he kinda has to sit on the ground if you force him to fit, in which he has to awkwardly crawl to get out lmfao.

He literally looks godly while hiking, you guys don’t go to your parents’ house when you first arrive, you guys hike.

You guys go whenever y’all feel like it honestly.

“hey hey, reader, Mahal Kita.”

He listens to anything in filipino honestly, he likes chill filipino songs like Tell Me Where It Hurts by MYMP.

Moblit Berner

He’s a researcher, he makes sure he doesn’t disrespect the culture.

he knows to bless and all that jazz like Miche.

Wait but your family loved him as soon as you told them he was a doctor lmfao?? He’s in nursing.

He’s basically already apart of the family, all your little siblings call him kuya Moblit, he absolutely thinks it’s adorable.

when you guys are sending a balikbayan box, he places toys he bought for your little siblings in the box, with a note written and translated by you for them.

Moblit also knows about poverty in the Philippines, he’s apart of an organization where they give to those who can’t afford real food, even when he’s back home with you, he donates from abroad, everyone knows him as the generous kuya.

honestly I can see him as someone who’s also known by your community, people call him kuya Moblit or tito Moblit, it’s very wholesome when a kid asks him to carry them.

This man looks so nice and kind on the outside but when you guys are at your tita’s bday party and there’s a whole mf buffet, he’s a whole beast.

You know when your uncles have like, food stacked on their plate, and like a cup of buko pandan at the side?? yes, him. definitely.

He’s kinda like sasha in this au, he loves the food so much, he probably finished a filipino dish by himself (it’s the palabok)

he’s also a god at making ice candy?? like he’s so good at filling up the plastic with the liquid lmao.

you guys adopted a stray dog in the community and his name was Moblit, your family takes care of him while you guys are back home.

genuinely, it’s mostly wholesome with him, he doesn’t really do anything wrong besides butchering pronounciation.

Moblit probably watches boxing with your dad though, it’s just too accurate not to be true.

More of a movie watcher than a song listener, his favourite movie so far is Four Sisters and A Wedding.

he cries every filipino movie, them do it to you.

Seven Sundays, he cried for days straight.

Nanaba

Nanaba found a filipino flag from your collage years in a box, asked you about it, then encouraged you to visit the Philippines because she wanted to meet your family. 

Okay but your family thought she was a guy because of her hair?? 

your siblings can’t say Nanaba, so they call her Ate Nana.

She was kind of jealous of your bond with your family, she knows she shouldn’t be, but she couldn’t help it since her and her father’s relationship absolutely sucked.

And you know this, you had talked with her about it too, it was kinda like a, “are you okay?” and “it’s nothing.”

You had to drag her out to family events, eventually, she started to feel like she was apart of the family, she went swimming with the fam, did karaoke nights, she was basically in the family now.

She felt really happy that you decided to help her educate herself in your culture, and that your family openly accepted her into your family.

when you and her married, she wore a baro’t saya for the wedding reception and she looked absolutely gorgeous in them. She took your last name.

Your mom taught her to do the tinikling dance, and she mastered it easily, you of course danced with her.

she kinda had a guilty pleasure of going to McDonalds in the Philippines, SOLELY FOR THE ROOT BEER FLOAT, that stuff be bussin.

she forces you to go to McD’s whenever’s there’s a new flavour released.

Nanaba loves going on the jeepney, she likes the fact that you ring a bell when you have to get off and she does it every time you guys use a jeep for transportation.

Nanaba knows one word in filipino and that’s Mahal, she uses it so weirdly though, but she’s adorable so you let it pass.

“Reader..erm, I mahal?? you?..” 

she’s both a listener and a movie watcher, she listens to more modern filipino singers, like Patch Quiwa.

Favourite movie is when Vice Ganda’s in it, she just thinks all his movies are funny.

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