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I'm sick rn so I wanted to know if you could do a little comfort fic of moonwater taking care of sick reader or something pls :)

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poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has the flu

Another shiver shook your frame even from your place burrowed deep beneath the thick duvet in your spare bedroom.

You’d woken up a little late this morning; Regulus needed to be in the office early for a meeting, and Remus had a meeting with his publisher, meaning you had been on your own. You felt awful, but ultimately hoped that as the day had continued, you might perk up a bit.

You did not perk up. In fact, you ended up spending so much time in the bathroom that your boss actually suggested you go home for the rest of the day.

Too poorly to feel as embarrassed as you probably ought to, you readily accepted and returned to yours, Regulus’, and Remus’ shared flat.

It took nearly all your effort to change out of your work clothes, change the bedding in your shared bedroom so that the boys wouldn’t have to sleep in your germs, and set yourself up in the guest room with a bucket just in case.

You’d slept on and off quite fitfully, waking up with a start when your fever induced brain concocted the most ridiculous nightmares to alert you to your sweaty and discomfited state. 

You were so poorly that you hadn’t even realized anyone was home until Regulus was standing in front of you like a creepy vampire watching you sleep.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Regulus.” You muttered, slapping your hand to your own chest as you tried catching your breath, which caused a small coughing fit.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously.

You groaned as you rolled back onto your side to face him.

“Hello, Regulus. It’s nice to see you.” You deadpanned.

Regulus huffed and dropped his briefcase.

“Hello, amour.” He deadpanned in return. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked again as he gently sat on the edge of the bed to place the back of his hand to your forehead, grimacing in response to your sweat or your fever, you weren’t sure. 

“I’m sick.”

Regulus made a pathetic cooing sound that was so contrary to his sharp demeanour made all the more severe in his smart work attire, it was almost comical. 

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You huffed at that. “So, what? So, you could come home and watch me barely sleep? I was fine.”

“Fine.” Regulus scoffed. “You don’t look fine, amour.”

“Words hurt, Reg.” You groaned as the pain behind your eyes grew.

Regulus made another cooing sound and stood.

You thought perhaps he was getting up to change or whatnot but opened your eyes to see him with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Regulus, what are you doing?” You demanded with all the sternness you could muster, which was not much at all in your current state.

“That’s enough out of you.” He muttered quietly as he brought his phone back to his ear.

“Hi love, how are you?” He spoke over your attempted rebuttal.

You could hear your other boyfriends’ low tones responding to Regulus from the other end of the line.

“Good. It went well, thank you. I just got home actually, Y/N’s already here; she’s quite poorly.”

Though you still couldn’t make out the words, Remus’ voice picked up in volume. 

“No, she didn’t tell me either.” Regulus commented, sending you a pointed glare.  

“Okay, yeah. Alright, we’ll see you soon. Yeah, love you too. Bye.” 

You groaned petulantly. “Why’d you do that? He doesn’t have to come home for me.”

“Maybe he’s coming home for me; ever consider that?” He snarked back, pushing some of your sweaty hairs away from your head to press a kiss to your head.

“You’re a furnace, amour. Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t taken any medication?”

He got his answer in the form of a guilty expression.

“Tu vas être ma mort. Tu as de la chance d'être si mignon.” He muttered as he left the room to change and gather some things for your flu. 

You came back into consciousness to the sound of Remus and Regulus speaking gently.

“I hate to wake her up, but she really should take something.”

“Has she eaten, though? She shouldn’t take anything on an empty stomach.”

“If that bucket is any indication, I doubt there’s anything in her stomach at all.”

“Can you guys go do your worrying elsewhere, please? I’m trying to die in peace.” You groaned, caused Remus to gasp and Regulus to scoff.

“Dovey! Oh, my poor girl. What happened? Are you okay?” Remus cooed, kneeling on the floor in front of you to start petting at your head.

“I’m okay.” You croaked.

“You’re a liar.” He responded; words pointed but expression loving.

“Do you think you can eat, amour?” Regulus interrupted. 

“I don’t want to.” You moaned.

“That’s not what I asked, love.”

Remus tsked at Regulus’ coldness and took your face in his hands.

“Dove, can you try? Please? For me.”

You groaned very petulantly but began sitting yourself upright nonetheless. 

You allowed Remus to position your pillows and arrange the tray Regulus had prepared for you on your lap, but you drew the line at him trying to spoon feed you the stew.  

“Did you wake up this poorly?” Regulus asked from the end of your bed.

“Sort of, but it got worse at work.”

The air was sucked out of the room as both men turned to look at you incredulously.

“You went to work?!” Regulus gawked.

“Why, dove?”

“Ma MORT, je le jure!” Regulus groaned exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you call us to pick you up?”

“And you took the time to change the bedding and move out of our room when you were like this?” Remus added.

You were beginning to feel embarrassingly teary as you put your spoon down and pushed the tray away from you.

“I didn’t want you guys to get catch this. I just... I was fine.” You sniffled and wiped at your eyes as the first tear fell.

Remus tsked again and rested his forehead against your temple, and you realized then how much cooler his forehead felt against yours. 

“Okay.” Regulus said quietly, picking up the tray from your lap and placing it on the dresser. “Can you take these for me, love? Fever reducers and anti-nausea for now; we’ll see how you feel in a few hours.”

He held the pills out to you in his palm and held a glass of water in the other. You hiccupped and sniffled before accepting both, handing him back the glass half full once you were done.

“Thank you.” Regulus whispered gently, kissing your forehead and bringing your tray to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry we scolded you, dovey.” Remus whispered into your cheek, causing new tears to fall. “We just worry; you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” You whimpered, and even you could tell it was sort of pathetic.

“Oh, my poor darling.” Remus cooed, standing from your side to climb in on the opposite side of the bed. 

“Don’t, Rem. I don’t want you to get sick.” You whined, though allowed your body to be pulled into his side.

“Tough.” He said simply, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to your temple. “Then I’ll just get to call in sick too.”

You were sure the tears were mostly from exhaustion and discomfort, but you couldn’t seem to get them to stop.

“What’s the matter, hm?”

“I don’t feel good.” You whined.

“I know, babydove. I’m sorry.”

That’s how Regulus found you when he came back to the room; you crying into Remus’ shirt as he rubbed broad strokes up and down your back.

“Rem, we’re trying to bring her temperature down, love.” He admonished gently, though sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his own soothing strokes on your clammy arm. 

“You try denying this sweet girl her cuddles, Reg.” Remus responded.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before placing a cold wet cloth on your head. 

“I’m sorry you’re so poorly, amour. And I’m sorry if we made it worse.” He apologized. 

You quickly shook your head (which you immediately regretted as the nausea threatened to return). “You didn’t; you don’t.”

“I upset you though, I’m sorry. I’m too rough sometimes.” Regulus admitted, sounding almost as teary as you. Remus tsked and reached one of his hands over you to take Regulus’ hand.

“I know what you’re thinking, love, and you’re wrong.” Remus insisted. “And I know you’re wrong, because your parents wouldn’t have fussed over you at all when you were sick; so there’s no way you could be acting like them right now.”

The fact that Regulus had spent any amount of time worrying that he’d been too harsh with you, that he’d been at all like his awful parents caused your few tears to turn into true crying.

“I’m sorry Reggie.” You cried, turning to look at him. His brows furrowed dramatically, and he looked just as close to crying. “If you weren’t here; I’d be sitting in bed with no food, no medicine, no cloths, and no love.”

“Well, you maybe would have had some love.” Remus argued from your other side.

“I would’ve died.” You insisted.

One tear did fall from Regulus’ eye as he smiled sadly at you. “I just hate to see you so poorly, amour. You should always be happy and lovely.”

“I am. I’m better when you’re here.” You insisted.

“How dare you insinuate that our sweet darling girl could ever possibly be not lovely, Regulus. Absolute blasphemy.” Remus scolded, causing both you and Regulus to chuckle. 

“Terribly sorry, you two. I seem to have forgotten myself.” He laughed, turning the cloth over on your head and trailing his fingers down your jaw to massage at your neck. 

“Don’t let it happen again.” Remus instructed.

You fell asleep to the sound of Regulus promising that he wouldn’t. 

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Part Eight!

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@applestruda

CW: broken bones and blood

Many thanks to Elle Periwinklemoonlight for giving me several ideas for this chapter, and Mochi for helping me with some of Mumbo's dialogue <3

Mumbo had always liked sunsets. 

He'd never been that big a fan of sunrises. Don't get him wrong, they were pretty and all! But the only times he had been awake to see the sun rise at all was when he had been up all night working on some sort of contraption. The early morning light had forced its way through any crack it could find and pulled Mumbo's attention away from his work, alerting him to the fact that he'd lost track of time and was about to have a very bad day. 

(Look, his stomach was sensitive! If he didn't get enough sleep, he'd get all nauseous and lose his appetite the next day. One would think that would be enough of a reason to not stay up all night, but there was a difference between being smart and making smart decisions.)

Anyway! Where was he? Oh, right. The sun. Fascinating thing, really. Some might even call it essential! Most people would, actually. Mumbo certainly did. 

Sunrises had always been something Mumbo only saw every once in a while, and dreaded every time. The first rays of light peeking over the mountains were a taunting reminder of one's folly. And with the rise of the sun came the song of the birds, declaring in their high pitched tremolo that it was time to wake up and go about one's day. 

Scar had asked Grian what the birds were saying once, over their lovely lunch which was actually just breakfast for the late risers. Grian had given him the most deadpan stare Mumbo had ever witnessed (and that was saying something– he'd known Doc, after all). “Just because I'm an avian doesn't mean I can understand the birds, Scar.”

Scar frowned, giving Grian a confused look. “You can't lie to me! I just heard you talking to the chickens, mister.”

Grian's look became much more pointed. “What chickens, Scar?” he asked sweetly, in the tone that held threats hidden under the surface. 

Scar's eyes widened almost comically as he immediately tried to backtrack. “Oh! No! Nooo, no chickens here. None at all! What chickens? I've never seen a chicken. Ever.” He looked over at Mumbo, before leaning forward and stage-whispering to Grian, “I think I fooled him.”

Mumbo had chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Scar, I'm sitting right next to you,” he pointed out. 

Scar blinked. “Oh. Well! Nonexistent chickens aside, Grian, you still haven't told us what the birds are saying.”

Grian had stared at Scar in silence for a full five seconds before sighing deeply. “They're laughing at me for not getting enough sleep to deal with this.”

“See!” Scar smiled triumphantly, looking over at Mumbo. “I told you he could talk to birds!”

“Pretty sure he's just lying, mate.”

Grian lazily waved his spoon in the air. “I don't know what you're talking about, Mumbo. I never lie.”

Scar's eyes shone. “Now, if my time as a businessman has taught me anything, it's to tell when someone is lying. And that, my dear Grian, was a big ol' lie.”

Grian's eyes narrowed, almost imperceptibly. “I'm going to bite you.”

“That's a lie!”

Grian then lunged across the table and tackled Scar to the ground. Mumbo shrieked, nearly falling off the bench with them. “Oh, goodness, don’t break the man, G!”

Grian didn’t even have a chance– Scar pinned him to the ground with a triumphant whoop, laughing as Grian squawked and flapped his wings helplessly. “I win! Haha! You are not immune to the good times!”

“What does that even mean?” Grian shot back, unable to stop himself from laughing. “Scar, get off me!”

Scar stood, brushing the dirt off of his pants. “Aww, G, now I’m all dusty! Dusty and sweaty! Eugh!” He moved to take his shirt off, and Grian shrieked.

“Scar!” Grian shot up and smacked Scar’s hand. “Put your clothes back on!” 

Scar whined, pouting slightly. “C’mon, G! I didn’t even take anything off”

Mumbo groaned, putting his head in his hands. “I miss Impulse and Pearl.”

Sunsets were different. 

Mumbo… didn’t really know how to describe it. In the same kind of way people liked going to bed more than they liked waking up, Mumbo enjoyed sunsets far more than he did sunrises. Sunsets were calm, whereas sunrises were frantic, harried. They were a declaration of the day ending, and that rest would come soon. They were an end to the scorching hot temperatures of the summer and a prelude to the cool kiss of the night’s breeze against his face. Not to get all poetic and everything, but they just were nicer. 

He enjoyed how the sky would be painted in oranges and pinks and purples, and how slowly the knights would gather together on the more clear nights to sit under the stars and talk. He enjoyed how in those moments they were all at peace and happy, and how they cared so deeply for each other it felt less like a group of friends and more like…

Family. 

That’s what it was.

Sunsets reminded him of family.

Not this sunset, though.

As the sun slowly set, and shadows grew to cover the whole land, Mumbo felt… different. As he rode alongside his fellow knights (his friends, his family), he couldn’t shake the feeling of urgency that usually accompanied the rising of the sun, rather than the fall. This sunset was not something of love and rest.

This sunset felt like a warning. 

They were running out of time. As the clock ticked, as the sand fell through the hourglass, a sense of impending doom settled over each one of the knights. Mumbo, in his often anxiety ridden state, was no stranger to the feeling that sat tight in his chest and caused his heart to race, tearing air from his lungs in sharp gasps. 

Scar, riding near him, glanced over and saw the poorly concealed panic on the man’s face. Urging his horse closer, he got Mumbo’s attention with a soft ‘psst!’ 

Mumbo startled, torn from his thoughts as he so often was. He met Scar’s gaze and gave him a nervous, half-hearted smile. Scar could, most likely, see past any pretense he was putting up. The man was good at what he did– good at reading people, good at looking for certain nonverbal clues that cued him into what the person was actually thinking. “Hey, Scar.”

Scar reached out, holding the reins in one hand as he gave Mumbo a pat on the shoulder. “You doin’ good? You’re not looking so hot.” 

Mumbo sighed, looking away. “I’m… I dunno, Scar. I just… goodness. This whole thing is so… it’s overwhelming, Scar. What are we even supposed to do?” He laughed, a tense sound. “It’s– it’s just… it’s not something we can just… it’s not simple, Scar. We can’t just solve it with some redstone, or some crazy invention– this is so big. And I don’t– I don’t know how to fix it.” 

Scar pressed his lips together into a thin line. The setting sun cast long shadows over his face, the little light remaining creating dappled patterns on his skin as it filtered in through the trees. He thought for a moment before speaking. “Mumbo, you don’t have to know how to fix everything. You know that, right?”

Mumbo let out a strained laugh, his grip on the reins tightening slightly. “Well, Scar, mate, isn’t that kind of… my job? You know, brilliant redstone inventor over here, coming up with solutions is my whole thing. It’s not like I could… well, I have to make up for my lack of physical prowess somehow.”

Scar shook his head, chuckling softly. “Oh, Mumbo, Mumbo, Mumbo. I’ve been there! I get you, I really do. You know, back in the day, I had a bit of a job myself. I was a businessman, Mumbo Jumbo! And a very good one at that. And my job was to sell things to customers! And…” he frowned, cutting himself off sharply. “I don’t know where I’m going with this. Man, Cub’s so much better at this than me.”

Mumbo felt himself relaxing slightly, the tension slowly being let out of his body. He smiled, giving Scar a half-shrug. “Cub has a lot of skill, that’s for sure. Plenty of experience to go along with it, as well.” 

Scar nodded, and let silence fall over them for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “So, Mumbo, what I was trying to say… I guess, you don’t need to solve everything? I mean, none of us have any clue what we’re doing. Kinda.” He thought for a moment. “That’s not it. What I’m really trying to say is that we’re all in this together? It’s not your job specifically to figure it out alone. Impulse is our friend, and… we all really care for him.” His voice trembled slightly as he finished, eyes darkening. “I hope he’s safe.” 

Mumbo furrowed his brows, concern shining in his eyes as he looked over at Scar. “You doing alright, mate?” This whole thing had been hard on all of them, but something seemed… off… about Scar. 

Scar blinked, and shook himself out of whatever sort of trance he had been in with a slight jerk of his head. “Oh! Yes, don’t you worry, mister. I’m doin’ just fine over here! Just thinking about the scolding I’m gonna give Impulse when we get back home.” He flashed Mumbo a bright smile, and Mumbo let it rest.

He knew that smile was forced. He knew when the cheerful persona of Scar’s came out to play. He knew, and yet… what could he do? Mumbo wasn’t good with words. He was probably the worst out of the knights when it came to social interaction, and that was saying something given they were practically hermits outside of the occasional job they’d pick up and shopping trips. 

So Mumbo did what he did best.

He let his body go on autopilot, and got lost in his thoughts.

At the front of the group, Grian and Pearl were talking in hushed voices. Grian remained stubbornly in his watcher form, despite Pearl’s insistence on taking a break and letting his eyes rest. He’d given her a look, feathers rustling irritably as she spoke. “Stop nagging me, Pearl. Gosh, you’re starting to sound like Timmy.”

She let out an indignant sound, glaring at him. “I am not! And it’s not nagging, mate, you’re going to give yourself a headache with all that looking!”

Grian scoffed, looking away. “It’s called watching, thank you very much. And you’re the one who’s gonna give me a headache, with all your talking! I know what I’m doing Pearl, I’m not a baby.”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” Pearl shot back. “I’m right here, Griba. You don’t have to be hyper vigilant, or whatever it is you’re doing.”

“And what happens if I don’t?” Grian snapped, his voice dropping slightly. “What happens if I lose sight of the demon and Impulse, what if–?” he cut himself off, taking a deep breath, “Pearl, I need this,” he admitted, voice low. “If I don’t keep my focus on this, I think I’ll go crazy, Pearl. I’ll get all… you know me, Pearl.” Desperation seeped into his voice. “I don’t– it doesn’t matter if I get a headache or strain myself or, anything, really! But I can’t…”

Pearl sighed. “I know. I know, Griba. I’m just worried. About you, about Impulse, about this whole Watcher thing, about… well, everything. It’s just such a big mess, y’know? And we’re all tangled up in this big web and…” She laughed, shaking her head. “It’s pretty overwhelming. Just… we gotta also take care of ourselves, mate. We won’t be able to do anything if we run ourselves ragged before we even get to Impulse.”

Whatever Grian was going to say in response was interrupted by the sound of rattling bones and an arrow flying right by his head, narrowly missing. He shrieked, wings flaring out as the horse beneath him startled. He grabbed the reins and pulled back, stopping the horse from bolting, though it still took a few steps forward.

“Skeleton!” Pearl called out, though the announcement was unneeded. “Stay on your guard!” 

The undead’s bones creaked as it came into view, appearing from under the trees. Normally, along more well-traveled paths, the surrounding areas would be lit up enough to stop the mobs from spawning, and the frequent patrols would be enough to discourage them from wandering too close. Unfortunately for the knights, they were traveling through an uninhabited area with no path in sight. They could handle the mobs just fine, but it certainly made traveling a little more difficult.

Scar drew his crossbow, fingers brushing over the enchantments carved into the material, and nocked a bolt. “I got it!” He drew the bolt back and fired, the skeleton collapsing into a pile of bones with a rattling groan. “Yes! Hotguy strikes again!”

Grian would’ve rolled his eyes if he could. “You and that Hotguy thing, I swear…” His feathers began to settle back down, and he folded his wings behind his back. “Right, then. That’s probably our cue to stop for the night.”

“We’re stopping?” Mumbo asked, slightly confused. “Why?”

Pearl sighed, dismounting. She gently stroked her horse’s neck before answering Mumbo. “As much as we’d love to get to Impulse as soon as possible, we can’t be riding through the night. The horses are tired, and we need time to rest and recuperate as well. I…” She looked over at Grian, watching him dismount as well. “I don’t want to stop. I really don’t. But we have to.”

Scar nodded. “Makes sense! Gotta be our best selves if we’re gonna deal with that demon guy!” He dismounted, Mumbo following a moment later. “Mumbo and I can go light up some of the surrounding area while you two make a fire and deal with the horses?” he suggested.

“Good idea. You have those…” Pearl gestured vaguely with her hand, trying to think of the word. “...magic torches? The fancy ones, so ya don’t burn down the whole forest?”

“I never leave home without them!” Scar grabbed Mumbo’s arm. “Come on, Mumble Jumble, time to light up this forest!”

Mumbo yelped as he got dragged away, casting one last terrified glance at Grian and Pearl before disappearing into the woods with Scar. 

“I swear,” Pearl chuckled as she dealt with the horses, “he never loses energy. I’ve rarely ever seen that man get tired.”

Grian busied himself with clearing a small area for a campfire, using his bird-like feet to help dig up the grass. “Scar’s… definitely something,” he agreed, shaking the dirt off his talons before hopping (not walking– hopping) awkwardly over to a tree, his wings flapping slightly to help balance him. He began to snap some smaller branches and twigs, gathering them in his arms. “Dunno what we’d do without him. Without any of them.”

Pearl smiled sadly, giving one of the horses a soft pat before walking over to help Grian with his task. “Barely feels like any time’s passed at all, yeah? Since we first met in that old town.”

Grian laughed at the memory, shaking his head. “You’d just crashed into the ground. Still had no clue how to use those wings of yours.” He glanced at the colourful moth wings that were folded delicately behind Pearl’s back. 

She was scared, Grian could tell. Wide eyes that were the same blue of a storm-promising sky and filled with barely held back tears. She was scraped up and bruised from her fall, the wings trailing behind her seeming unnatural and unwieldy. 

Grian didn’t ask questions. She needed help, and that was all he needed to know.

Later, he would hear stories of feathered golden wings, carrying Pearl through the sky alongside her flock. He would listen in from behind a door that hadn’t been completely shut as she told Jimmy what it was like to soar high above endless fields of sunflowers and wheat, racing her flockmates at speeds she would never again be able to achieve. 

Grian and Jimmy had lost their flock when they were young. It was no wonder that Jimmy was interested in Pearl’s memories of her flock, who had treated her with kindness and love. Flockless avians were often unable to defend themselves and died without the protection a flock was supposed to provide. 

Jimmy and Grian had been lucky enough to find an old town nearby, with inhabitants who were more than willing to let them in. They’d made a life for themselves there, when Pearl had come crashing into their lives.

“I broke my leg,” Pearl recalled, wincing slightly at the bittersweet memory. “And you and Tim helped patch me back up. And then I just never left.”

“I’ve cursed that day ever since,” Grian joked, yelping when Pearl elbowed him. “Hey! Not cool!” he squawked as Pearl giggled softly. “I wonder how Tim’s doing right now,” he added after a moment. “Do you think he misses us?”

Pearl raised her eyebrows. “Grian, we do visit him. He’s doing just fine, you saw for yourself. Got a whole new bunch of friends and everything!” She examined Grian’s face. “Oh, you’re not upset he didn’t join us, are you?” she teased lightly. “You know Jimmy would hate the outdoorsy life we’ve got going on. He’s perfectly comfortable where he is.”

Grian sighed, turning and hopping back to the area he’d prepared for their fire, beginning to place the sticks down. “Can you grab some rocks?” he asked, “I hate not being able to fly. Walking is so hard.” 

Pearl laughed, setting her sticks down near Grian before starting to search for smaller rocks. “You do look cute though, hopping around like a little birdie. Oh, don’t give me that, you know it’s true!”

“It’s humiliating is what it is,” Grian muttered, “Mumbo and Scar are never gonna let me live it down.” 

“Good!” Pearl chirped, bringing back the stones she had collected to make a circle. “You deserve it, honestly.”

Mumbo’s shriek rang out through the forest, startling the two. Grian nearly fell over from how much he jumped, eyes going wide from shock. What made the shriek more concerning was the explosion that followed soon after, and Pearl was about to charge off into the woods before Scar yelled, “Just a creeper! We’re good!” his voice tiny from the distance. 

Pearl shook her head, sighing softly. “Those two are going to give me gray hairs early,” she murmured fondly.

“You’re not the only one,” Grian muttered, earning a laugh from Pearl. “What?”

“Maybe if you’d stop being such a scaredy cat–” 

“I am not–!” 

Despite their bickering, they were able to get the fire going before Scar and Mumbo came back, looking a tad singed but none the worse for the wear. 

“Area is successfully lit up!” Scar proclaimed. “We should be safe from all the spooky things out there now. Should be.”

“We’ll set up a watch nonetheless. Better be safe than sorry,” Grian decided, as Mumbo and Scar joined him and Pearl at the campfire. “I’ll go first, because there is no way you’re waking me up once I’m out.”

“I’ll go second then,” Mumbo volunteered, “if no one else wants to,” he added after a moment.

Pearl shrugged. “I’ll take the third shift, then, and Scar can go last?”

“Sounds good to me!” Scar agreed, and the knights fell into silence.

As the makeshift campfire crackled softly, spitting sparks into the night sky, the knights lingered for a while around the small source of warmth and light. For a while, there was a somber sort of quiet hanging over the group– silence settling in the empty space that Impulse usually filled. 

Grian, still in his watcher form, leaned forward to gaze into the fire, light reflecting off eyes as black as the night sky. Scar glanced over, and despite everything, had to suppress a giggle.

Clearly, he didn't do that very well, and Grian looked up at him with a slightly confused expression. “Are you alright, Scar?” he asked, and Scar couldn't hold it in anymore.

He giggled, reaching out and patting Grian's face. “You look like a kitty cat!” he exclaimed, “with your big ol' eyes and everything!”

Grian blinked. “I'm sorry, what–” 

Pearl started laughing. “I guess we didn’t have to worry about them being scared by our other forms then, huh!”

Grian’s face flushed a light pink, and he shooed them all away. “Oh, go to bed! I’ll wake you for your shift, Mumbo!”

The other three dispersed, laying out the sleeping bags Pearl had thankfully thought to pack. Better to be over prepared than under, in her opinion. 

Sleep came surprisingly quick, though it seemed like she had just closed her eyes when she felt Mumbo’s gentle hand on her shoulder, waking her for her shift. Pearl blinked away the sleep in her eyes and quietly thanked Mumbo, before taking a seat by the slowly dying campfire. 

There wasn’t much to do during a night watch, other than to sit alone with her thoughts. And that’s exactly what Pearl did, until she thought of something too important to leave floating in her mind.

The plan was for Grian and her to expel the demon from Impulse using their own magic. But where would the demon go after, when it had been forced from its host?

Pearl quietly walked back to her sleeping bag, opening the small pack she had set beside it. She rifled through the contents for a moment before pulling out a small, clear cut crystal. She’d gotten it so long ago she’d forgotten how it came to be in her possession, but it would work just fine for what she was thinking of.

Walking back over to the campfire, Pearl shifted into her watcher form, holding the crystal in her hand. Sitting down, Pearl closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, feeling the magic of the world around her. Another breath, to feel the magic buzzing in her veins. In and out, once more, and she began to imbue the crystal with her magic.

It was a simple enough task. All Pearl needed to do was prepare the crystal to bind the demon to it with her magic. Once the demon was expelled, it would be a simple enough task to pull it into the crystal. And then, as long as she kept checking on it from time to time and strengthening the binding magic, the demon would remain sealed away.

Deep breaths. In, and out.

Pearl let the magic flow through her and into the crystal, caught up in the feeling of casting. She didn’t do it often, not like this. It was nice to finally use her magic again. She didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she felt a hand on her shoulder, and Scar’s quiet voice in her ear. She opened her eyes to look at him, continuing to cast as she did. “Oh! Scar!” She kept her voice down, aware of how close they were to the two who were still asleep. “You good, mate?”

Scar nodded. “I think it’s time for my shift,” he explained, glancing toward the sky, “and also, I felt your magic. Whatcha doin’, Pearl?”

Ah. She had lost track of time, then.

Pearl finished casting, tucking the crystal into her pocket. “Just makin’ a lil magic crystal thing. For later,” she explained. “Sorry for not waking you up. Or… kinda waking you up? Since you sensed my magic and all? I guess?”

Scar shrugged, smiling slightly. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I got plenty of rest. Which you should probably try to do as well. Big day tomorrow.”

Pearl stood, shifting out of her watcher form. “Right, then. Have fun with your watch shift, Scar. And I’ll do my best. G’night, Scar.”

“Good night, Pearl.”

The morning came too quickly, and not quick enough at the same time. There were few attempts at conversation as the knights began to break down camp, kicking dirt over their small fire and packing up what little they had taken out. Grian, who had shifted into his “normal” form to sleep, shifted back into his watcher form and took a minute to relocate Impulse and the demon.

“I can’t see him, exactly,” Grian explained to Scar and Mumbo. “It’s a bit blurry, I guess. I know where he is, I can see the magic around him, but I can’t really make out small details like his face. I don’t really know why, but that’s just how it works.”

“Sooo… like looking through a really bad spyglass, then,” Scar concluded, earning a sigh from Grian. “What? I’m right!”

“I guess,” Grian admitted as they mounted their horses, “but that’s kinda like comparing a bow to Mumbo’s rocket launcher. They do kinda the same thing, but one’s a lot more complicated and powerful.”

Scar hummed thoughtfully. “I see… well, as long as it works!”

Grian remained in his watcher form as he led the tense ride through the forest. The sky above was streaked with clouds that occasionally would cover the sun and cast the land below into shadow. As the knights got closer to their destination, the trees began to thin out, promising open fields up ahead.

“You’d think he wouldn’t have gotten this far,” Grian muttered to Pearl, “but humans have so much endurance. It’s fascinating. And somewhat annoying.”

Pearl hummed softly, her gaze fixed straight ahead. “I’m worried for his health. I’m honestly doubting the demon cares too much for Impulse’s well-being, and I don’t think it has to deal with the negative effects of what it’s putting Impulse’s body through. If that makes sense.”

Grian nodded, his eyes focused not on what was in front of him but on something– someone– far away. “Demons don’t feel exhaustion or hunger, do they?” he asked, speaking mostly to himself. 

“I think some do,” Pearl answered, “but not this one. Since it’s only in the blood, y’know? And it’s only borrowing… Impulse… so that’s not it’s… well. Body, I guess.”

Grian suddenly stopped, causing Pearl’s horse to almost run into his. “We’re dismounting here,” he called back to the other three. “Impulse is just up ahead, in the fields beyond the treeline.” He dismounted carefully, tying the reins to a sturdy branch. “Right. Let’s go over the plan one more time. We’ll find Impulse and confront the demon. Pearl and I will begin casting while Mumbo and Scar keep the demon busy and stop it from running off. Once Pearl and I start casting, we won’t be able to stop until the spell is over. So if something happens– if one or both of you gets injured, let’s say– we won’t be able to help.”

The others dismounted with serious looks on their faces, tension hanging in the air so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Scar glanced over at Mumbo, who looked several shades paler than usual. “I’m the best at physical combat,” he began slowly, “when I go vex, at least. I’ll do my best to keep it from attacking you or running away, without hurting Impulse too badly.”

“The demon will be attacking to kill though, won’t it?” Mumbo asked, wringing his hands together as he looked between the other knights. “It won’t fight fair just because we are.”

Scar laughed sardonically. “Oh, I’m not gonna be fightin’ fair, mister. I’m just not gonna strike lethally, is all. But you’re right,” he added after a moment, “the demon is gonna try to kill us. And it’s– it’s strong. We know this. But the other option is letting Impulse die, or lettin’ someone else die in his place.”

“Impulse would never forgive us if that happened,” Mumbo pointed out, “and, well, given the other option is his death…” 

“We can’t give up,” Scar finished, earning nods from the rest of the group. “We’ll get Impulse back. We have to.”

Pearl looked over at Grian, shifting into her watcher form as she did so. “Right, then. Time to head out?” 

Grian nodded, clenching his hands into fists. “Time to head out. Let’s go save Impulse, guys.” 

The sun peeked out from behind the clouds as the knights made their way out of the forest and into the wide open field. The wind rustled the grass around them and blew through their hair, and carried with it the promise of a fight. 

Grian had shifted out of his watcher form if only for a moment, just to make travel on foot easier. He was, after all, not suited for walking with those bird feet of his in his watcher form. He carefully ran his hand over his wings and plucked three loose feathers, silently handing one to each of the knights. A promise. No matter which way this went, he’d be with them.

The knights each tucked their feathers away, Pearl reaching out to take Grian’s hand in one of her own and giving it a light squeeze. We’ll be okay, the action said, I’m here. 

The knights continued to walk through the field, walking over a small hill when Grian suddenly stopped, his wings extending slightly so as to stop the knights who were walking behind him. “...I see him.”

And there he was.

Impulse stood in the field, facing away from the knights, slightly below them where the ground evened out after the hill. He seemed unsteady on his feet, the sword in his hand dragging against the ground as if he had unsheathed it only to forget why he had done so, and lacked the strength to fully pick the weapon back up. 

And his hands… even from a distance, Grian could tell that Impulse’s hands were covered in blood– some dried, some freshly spilt. He… couldn’t think about that. They didn’t have the time to. Not now. 

“Impulse!” Pearl called, her voice strong and steady. Grian wished he had the strength to do what she did. “Impulse, we’re here. It’s okay.”

Impulse startled, nearly dropping his sword as he turned around sharply. And finally, after so long of trying to find him, the knights were able to see his face.

He looked gaunt, scared. The bags beneath his eyes were a testament to the exhaustion that plagued his body, and the shake in his hands matched the fear in his eyes. That wasn’t the worst of it– twin horns poked up from his hair, unnatural and out of place. Mumbo sucked in a horrified breath at the sight, paling and covering his mouth with one hand.

“What–” Impulse’s voice sounded strained, raspy– “what are you doing here?” Tears filled his exhausted, scared eyes. “Why did you follow me? I could– I could hurt you!” And suddenly, it wasn’t Impulse anymore, but red eyes and a straightened back and steady hands that belonged to the demon. “Yes… why did you follow him? Don’t you know?” it mocked in Impulse’s voice, smiling. “He can hurt you pitiful little things.” 

Scar’s eyes shone a brilliant blue, the colour fleeing from his hair as he glared at the demon that wore Impulse’s face. “What have you done?!” he yelled, his hands clenching into fists. Sharpened claws pricked into skin, drawing small beads of blood, but Scar didn’t even feel the pain. That was Impulse. Impulse was hurting and it was all because of that demon, the demon that stood in front of him and smiled at Scar with a face that wasn’t its own, that it had no right to use. 

“Oh!” The demon tilted its head to the side. “Oh, nothing he didn’t ask for.” 

Eyes filled with rage, Grian shifted back into his watcher form. “Scar! Mumbo!” he called, and the fight began.

Scar held himself back from going full vex at first, throwing himself at the demon. It hadn’t been expecting the initial attack, stumbling back several steps before pulling itself together. The shock didn’t last long, and the demon was soon fighting back with a fierceness that Scar did his best to match.

Grian looked over at Pearl, meeting her eyes. “Right then. Let’s end this.”

Standing side by side, the two siblings fixed their gaze on the demon in their friend’s body. The magic that swirled around him was wrong, unnatural, evil– and it was their job to fix it. Pearl reached out and took Grian’s hand in one of her own, giving him a nod. They both stretched out their free arms, and called upon their magic.

The clouds darkened as the very magic that flowed through the air began to change, as if even the sky stopped to focus its attention on the two Watchers. The ambient magic flowed around them like a gust of air, rustling through Grian’s feathers and Pearl’s hair. 

Grian's wings extended to their full span, and Pearl's followed suit, snapping open as a glowing purple eye appeared behind them. The wind picked up as the grass around the two began to glow as well, the broken portal symbol of the ancient Evolutionists appearing at their feet. 

Faces set with determination, the two began to cast.

Scar did his best to keep the demon’s attention on him as he fought. It was much different than normal fights– his goal was to keep the demon from running off, all while trying to dodge the blows that were aimed to take his very life. Scar felt the vex magic inside him boiling in his veins, begging to be let free, to run wild and take over his mind. He stubbornly fought it back down– he was in control, not the vex. He wasn’t ready to go full vex again. Not yet.

Unfortunately for him, the universe didn’t care if he wasn’t ready.

The demon, by possessing Impulse, had gained every bit of the man’s strength and skill. And given the strength-enhancing magic it likely held, it was no wonder that Scar was struggling. The demon attacked again, and Scar wasn’t able to get out of the way in time. He took a heavy blow to the side and stumbled back, losing his footing on the uneven terrain and falling to the ground hard. 

Mumbo stumbled back as the demon suddenly turned toward him, fumbling to quickly draw his sword in order to block the sudden attack. He strained under the pressure of the demon bringing Impulse’s full strength to bear, his arms shaking as he tried to push back. “Scar!” he yelped, “Scar, I can’t–”

The demon brought the sword down, and it was only Mumbo’s quick thinking of jumping to the side that kept him from dying instantly. The blade still sliced into his arm, and Mumbo let out a frantic scream that made whatever restraints Scar had holding him back shatter. Mumbo dropped to the ground, blood flowing freely from the wound, and Scar…

Scar snapped. 

Not in the same way he had before, not at all. He was in control, and could feel the power of the vex flowing through his body as natural as the blood in his veins. Power buzzed behind his eyes as shining vex wings appeared behind him, and he shot up, taking a few steps forward before attacking the demon, the overwhelming need to get it away from Mumbo singing in his movements.

The demon turned to attack Scar, and he dug his claws into its chest and pushed it back as hard as he could, almost throwing it with how hard he shoved. He’d clearly underestimated his strength, as the demon flew back and landed hard on its arm, the sickening gunshot snap of a bone breaking making Scar wince.

And for a moment, the scream that tore its way out in response was purely Impulse, his voice unchanged by the timbre of the demon’s. For a moment, it was just Impulse, only Impulse, and guilt swept through him like a torrent. 

But then it was the demon again, pushing itself back up and switching the sword over to its left hand, shining red eyes glaring at Scar as it shifted into a fighting stance once more. “Well? Fight me, then. See how long it takes for your precious friend’s body to break down and give up.” 

Scar’s eyes narrowed. He glanced over to where Mumbo was, clutching his arm close and watching the fight with wide eyes. He’d be alright, and that was what was important. Lifting his gaze once more, Scar met the demon’s gaze. “Impulse is stronger than you’ll ever be. You’ll be long gone before he ever breaks down,” he spat.

The fight didn’t get a chance to continue– with a shout, Grian drew Scar’s attention back to him and Pearl. The magic around the two siblings had become wisps of purple light, swirling around the two as they casted. Scar knew with uncanny certainty that the spell was almost complete.

The demon did as well, judging by its roar of anger. “No! I will not be defeated by pathetic little mortals–!” 

Scar saw it attempt to go for Grian and Pearl and dashed forward, throwing himself at the demon and bringing it and himself crashing to the ground. He winced at the impact, mentally making a note to apologize to Impulse later, when they were all safe. 

“Scar!” Pearl yelled, and Scar took that as his cue to get the heck away from there.

He jumped up and scrambled away, uncaring if he looked a little undignified in the movement. He made it to Mumbo and collapsed by the man, bleeding and gasping, and turned just in time to see the spell hit its mark.

The demon screamed, an awful sound that tore into Scar’s heart, because it was Impulse, it was Impulse’s voice and Impulse’s face and Impulse’s body but it wasn’t Impulse at the same time. It wasn’t Impulse, and the eyes that bore into Scar while it tried to stand and was inevitably forced to its knees were not Impulse’s.

And then they were.

And then it was over.

Pearl pulled out the crystal from her pocket, drawing the demon’s essence toward her and binding it into the crystal. The once clear gem turned a scarlet red, and once she was certain it was sealed away, she slipped the gem back into her pocket.

A weak sob tore its way from Impulse’s lips as he gingerly held his broken arm in his other. He squeezed his eyes shut, shrinking in on himself, and for the first time since Grian had met him, Impulse seemed so small. 

Scar stood shakily, helping Mumbo to his feet as well. “Okay… okay, okay,” he breathed out, making sure Mumbo was really alright before turning back and forcing himself to walk– walk, not run, he’s scared and hurt right now– to Impulse, kneeling by him. “Hey, Impulse.” He could see the other knights approaching in his peripherals, but for now he stayed focused on the injured man in front of him. “Hey.”

Pearl settled in the grass a little bit away, still leaving enough room to give Impulse space as she shifted back into her normal form. Grian followed suit, tucking colourful wings behind his back and sitting next to his sister. “Hey, mate,” Pearl started gently. “Can ya hear us? We’re here.”

Impulse let out a broken sob, shrinking in even further on himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, and the words were so quiet they were barely audible. “I’m so, so, sorry.” Hot tears slipped down his cheeks, mixing with blood and dirt. 

Scar shared a look with Mumbo, before turning back to Impulse. He tried to keep his eyes from drifting to the horns that stuck up from the man’s head, and focused more on his face. “Impulse… Impulse, it’s okay. We’re okay. Can I touch you?” he asked, waiting for confirmation before reaching forward and carefully, as though Impulse were made of glass and would shatter at the slightest touch, drew him into a hug.

Impulse began to weep freely then, and Scar felt himself slowly relax out of his vex form, the colour seeping back into his hair and skin. He kept his arms around Impulse, murmuring soft comforts that had once been said to him.

It wasn’t long before Impulse passed out, from the exhaustion and exertion combined with the sheer pain and shock of the day’s events– of the weeks he had been dealing with the demon inside of his head alone. It had been exhausting, overwhelming, and Scar didn’t blame him in the slightest.

The journey home would be a long one, and the road to healing stretched out seemingly for an eternity. But the knights were no stranger to traveling, and this was just another path they would have to walk down.

Together. 

#my writing #boatem knights au #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fanfic

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Like mother like son Lloyd x OC (platonic)

Alright, so I randomly had an idea, I just watched Percy Jackson, and you know that scene where Percy is like “I am Sally Jackson’s son” yeah that one, but then Lloyd to Misako about an oC (Aruna) because she was like a mom to him when Misako wasn’t there, so I give you Lloyd with a good mother figure.

(I aged the ninja up a bit for this one, because it’s very small Cole x oC but really not the main plot, it might be there if you squint your eyes.

They first met when Lloyd was around six. He had ran from Darkleys and ended up in a small café in Jamanakai. A girl that was 17 years old at the time was working there, as it was her parents shop and she brought him some hot chocolate as he seemed so cold.

“I have no money,” he told her with a sad pout and she smiled at him. “That’s alright, this one’s on me,” she said and he happily thanked her before drinking his hot chocolate.

He stayed for a while after that so she brought him some lemonade. “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” She asked and Lloyd shrugged.

“No idea, I don’t really remember my parents,” he said and her heart broke. “What happened to them?” She asked, wondering if he had maybe been living on the streets after an incident.

“Nothing, my mom left me at a boarding school and I have no idea where dad is,” he said and she frowned a bit. “Do your teachers know you’re here?” She asked worriedly.

“No, not like they’d care at darkleys,” he mumbled and she tried not to scoff. What kind of parent leaves their child at darkleys?

“Why don’t you drink up your lemonade and I’ll get you some paper and crayons,” she said, making him smile as she walked off to the back of the shop.

She came back and gave him the paper and crayons.

“What’s your name, love?” She asked and he looked up at her. “It’s Lloyd,” he said with a smile. “Lloyd Garmadon,” she smiled back at him, she obviously knew who his father was, but she didn’t mind, he seemed like a sweet kid.

“Nice to meet you Lloyd, I’m Aruna Whitlock,” she said, sticking out her hand. He looked at it confused and she smiled. “You shake it,” she whispered and he happily did so.

He stayed until Aruna had to close down, she had given him some food trough the day of course, making sure he was taken care of well. She looked at him as he sat in a corner, now playing games on her iPad.

“Come, I’ll bring you back,” she said and he pouted at her. “I don’t wanna go back,” he said and she gave him a sad look.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t let you stay outside,” she said and he got of his chair, sadly. She took his hand and walked him to her car.

“Can I come back?” He asked. She knew that it wouldn’t be allowed by the school, but she also knew how horrible the school was.

“Whenever you want,” she said, making him grin. This was the first time in Lloyds memories that he experienced love.

The second time he visited, he came to sit with her behind the counter, telling her story’s about himself that definitely didn’t happen.

She did have to scold him a bit, telling him that he shouldn’t steal or be mean to others.

She did give him some cookies and her iPad, letting him watch some videos on YouTube as she helped her customers.

The third time he visited, she was prepared. She had bought some commics, blankets and a hoodie, as the boy always wore a t-shirt even though it was cold outside.

It was plain black, but she hoped he’d like it anyway.

Spoiler alert, he loved it. But the comics weren’t of much use, the boy couldn’t read a word.

Aruna should’ve thought about it, he was only 6 after all. She wondered how he even managed to escape his school all the time.

But now, every time he visited, when there were no clients, she took her time to teach him how to read.

The boy was actually quite smart and at his tenth visit, he could already read small children’s books. He begged Aruna to give him some off the comics to read and she finally gave in.

It went pretty well, but he ran over a lot of times to ask her about a certain word, which she then explained to him.

This is how he became obsessed with starfarer and he visited so much eventually, that it didn’t take long before he had read all of them.

Whenever a new one came out, Aruna bought it so the boy could read it when he came by.

It was his the twenty first time he visited that he proudly showed off his black hoodie, which he painted with white paint so it looked like a skeleton.

It was messy, but Aruna could laugh about it and called it beautiful, making his eyes shine.

One of the days Lloyd best remembers, is the day he visited on a Thursday, the day the shop was closed.

He sat outside the shop door, tears staining his cheeks because he really wanted to see Aruna.

Luckily for him, she had forgotten her phone charger the day before so she found him at the doorstep.

He hugged her tightly when he saw her and in tears he explained that he had missed her so much.

She hugged him and picked him up in her arms. He burried his face in her neck and mumbled something before he fell asleep.

Aruna just opened the cafe door and made a makeshift bed out of some blankets and pillows, where she laid him down.

When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes and found a glass of lemonade and the newest starfarer comic next to him.

He looked up to spot Aruna with a cup of coffee at one of the tables and she winked at him.

He happily read his comic and drank the lemonade. He had run up to her three times to know the meaning of a word or what it said.

“Lloyd,” she said when he finished the comic, he looked up at her with questioning eyes. “Have you heard that there’s a starfarer movie?” She asked and his eyes lit up.

“There is?” He asked and she nodded. “It’s actually in the cinema today… wanna go?” She grinned and his mouth fell open.

“Really?” He asked and she nodded. “Really,” she said.

This day is what Lloyd would call the best day of his life.

It had been a bit longer than a year of his visits. He was at the cafe once every two weeks at least and he and Aruna had became really close.

So close that one day… he accidentally called her mom.

“Oh- I mean, Aruna,” he quickly said, a scared look on his face. She smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

“You can call me mom if you want to, love,” she said and he grinned, showing of his little fangs that Aruna had no idea where he got from.

Years went by and nothing really changed in their cycle, Lloyd visited, called her mom, learned new things and manners, and you could go on.

She loved the boy like a son, she made sure he had a place to go to when he needed help, when he needed a mom.

“Were you demanding candy from the villagers again?” Aruna asked, looking unamused as she raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy, hanging on a wall with the hood of his hoodie.

“Yes…” he mumbled and she sighed. “What did I tell you about bothering people and being disrespectful?” She asked.

“To not do it,” he said, looking at the ground with a pout. “And what did you do?” She asked. “I still did it- but like- this is just mean!” He said and she chuckled.

“You’re right, this is mean,” she said and took him off the wall, holding him in her arms. “So we learned not to do that again, right?” She asked and he nodded, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She took him inside and gave him some apple juice and a lollipop to keep him busy while she helped her clients.

When there weren’t any clients, Lloyd told her the story about how the ninja had stopped him and where complete meanies, in his words.

She told him that it was not fair how they treated him, but that he should not be a meanie to other people either, making him sigh and nod.

“Shall I bring you home?” She asked and he shook his head. “I’ll walk,” he said and she frowned.

“Are you sure, love? I could give you a ride if you just wait a few hours,” she said but he shook his head.

“No, I want to walk, it’s good for me, right mom?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Yes, exercise is good, but sometimes taking a kind offer is also good,” she bend down to be at his height.

“Yes, but I want to walk, I want to go back anyway,” he said and she chuckled at him and kissed his cheek.

“Than you may walk,” she said and he waved her goodbye through the front windows.

She could never have guessed what Lloyd would do next and she could never have stopped it.

Later that day, some villagers took refuge in her shop. There were serpentine outside, terrorising the people around, they said.

“Lloyd Garmadon is with him, he’s always here, isn’t he?” A woman said and Aruna’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure it was Lloyd?” She asked and the woman nodded. “Pretty sure, he was rather proud with calling his name,” she said and Aruna put a hand over her mouth.

“I am so sorry, stay here, I’ll talk to him,” she said and walked outside. She saw some serpents but it only looked like they were in a hurry to get away.

There wasn’t any sight of Lloyd, but it wouldn’t surprise Aruna if he was really behind it, there were deserted wheelbarrows of candy and Lloyd had always been fascinated by serpentines.

She looked around with sad eyes as some villagers were hurt. She then noticed the ninja were also there.

One dressed in black came over when he saw her staring. “Can we help you, Miss?” He asked and she nodded.

“Please don’t tell me Lloyd was with the serpentine,” she said and his eyebrows rose slightly.

“I- yes, he uh, he was, it actually seemed like he was commanding them,” he said and Aruna groaned.

“He said he was going back to darkleys,” she said, rather disappointed. “You know him?” He asked and Aruna nodded.

“He’s in my shop a lot, can I give you my number, so you can call me if you find him?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, of course,” he said and took out his phone. They exchanged numbers and soon enough he left.

“Did you just get the number of that pretty girl?” Kai teased him and Cole nodded.

“Yes, but not because of what you think, she knows that little trouble maker, she seems to care about his wellbeing,” he said and Jay huffed.

“Why would someone care? He just let the serpentine lose, no one can tell what will happen now,” he said annoyed.

“Awe come on Jay, he’s just a kid,” Nya said and Jay quickly changed sides, stumbling over his words and blushing.

Kai rolled his eyes while Cole laughed at him.

It was a week later when Aruna got a call from Cole.

“Hey, it’s me, the black ninja, but just call me Cole,” he said, a bit awkwardly.

“Have you found Lloyd?” She asked quickly, having been worried all week.

“Yeah, yesterday evening, I didn’t want to bother you so I waited until morning to call,” he said and she just brushed this off.

“It’s fine, where are you? I’m coming over to see him,” she said and he was surprised for a moment but thought it couldn’t hurt if she stopped by. He hadn’t really realised Lloyd was apparently this important to her.

He told her where they were and Aruna grabbed her keys, closed the shop and got into the car, ready to drive over there.

She called her parents on the way, telling them that she closed the shop and they needed to fix someone else because she had an emergency.

Damn was she lucky they were understanding people.

She had already gotten the news that the ninja were taking residence on a flying ship, so she didn’t think much when she saw it.

She rushed on board and the four ninja all seemed to be training there.

The red one seemed to notice her first and greeted her politely. “I’ll go get him,” he said but before he could do so, the boy already came running outside.

“Mom!” He called and jumped into her arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, before putting him down.

“What did I tell you about hurting other people and behaving?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Always be kind and don’t do anything that might hurt other people or myself,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to set the serpentine free?” She asked and he shrugged.

“The ninja had been mean,” he moped and Aruna sighed and looked at the ninja who where staring at them from a few feet distance.

She stood up and crossed her arms. “Did you apologise to him?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Uh, no?”

“I don’t think we did…”

“Obviously not,”

“I think we might’ve forgot…”

“Apologise to him, now,” she pointed at the boy and the surprised ninja all muttered apologies.

“Have you apologised to the ninja?” She asked the boy who crossed his arms rebelliously.

“What do I have to apologise for? They started it!” He pointed and she raised her eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” She asked and he pouted at her, making tilt her head to the side slightly.

“Sorry mom,” he said before turning to the ninja. “Sorry, I guess,” he said. “Lloyd,” she said and he looked back at her before he turned to the ninja again.

“I’m sorry I set the serpentine free and kind of messed up,” he said.

At that moment, a man with a long white beard came walking outside.

“Sensei Wu! Your sister in law seems to be here!” Kai called and the man looked up in surprise and longing.

“Misako?” He asked and Aruna raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never met him,” she said.

Wu frowned as he walked over. “And I’m sure I never met you,” he said and that’s when Lloyd took over.

“Mom, this my uncle, uncle, this is Aruna, my kind off mother” he said and Aruna chuckled and stuck out her hand for Wu to shake, which he did.

“I think you know I’m not his actual mom- I’m also much to young for that, but he calls me mom,” she said while Lloyd held her hand and leaned against her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aruna,” Wu said kindly, rather happy to see Lloyd had found some sort of parental figure.

“Can she stay with us, please, please, please!? There is enough room on the bounty!” Lloyd begged.

“If she wants to, she may stay here,” Wu said and looked at his students. “Right boys?” He asked.

“Uh, sure, I don’t mind,” Cole shrugged. “I think Nya would like her,” Kai nodded.

The other two agreed aswel and Aruna chuckled.

“I’m not sure Lloyd, I still have the shop and I really don’t want to be a bother,” she said but he rolled his eyes at her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to quit anyway? Your parents can take care of it, can’t they?” He asked, and even though she thought it irresponsible, she let herself be convinced by Lloyd.

It did lead to the very awkward moment where she met his dad, though.

Garmadon had not been interested in her, at all, but the moment they came back to the ship after trying to save Lloyd, he saw the devastatingly, heartbroken look in the girls eyes when she found out Lloyd was still in the erupting volcano, he thought maybe his son had been really important to her.

He had been right, because the moment Lloyd got back, it wasn’t his father he immediately ran to for comfort and a hug, no he ran to the strange girl and called her mom.

Of course, he did get a hug after, but he was really surprised, because for a second he was conflicted if Misako had just changed so much or if this was just a random girl.

The answer was obvious of course.

When it became clear Lloyd was the green ninja, Aruna had stayed with him all night, because she knew he was going to need her.

In his room, he told her about how heroic he was going to be and how he was going to be a great fighter.

“And than, when the time comes, I will beat-” he cut himself off as realisation flooded trough him. “I will beat my dad…” he said and looked at Aruna with heartbroken eyes, tears starting to spill.

She held him, the whole light she held him. She sat on his bed and he laid in her lap, sobbing until he fell asleep.

The next day the ninja found the two, Lloyd snoring in a sleeping Aruna’s arms, it was the moment they really realised how important this girl was for the boy they actually started to like.

Through the days, the ninja actually became great friends with Aruna, deciding that they had to put up with Lloyd for a long while, so they would be ‘stuck’ with Aruna aswel.

When they defeated the great devourer, she helped them find jobs and things that they could do to earn money.

She loved watching as they trained Lloyd in the Mojo Dojo.

She also loved watching Lloyd glare at Dareth whenever he tried flirting with her.

She did like it when they got the bounty back, it had really started to feel like home to her, and now she could watch the ninja train Lloyd there.

Cole started to make some time to teach Aruna some stuff aswel. “If you’re going to be around for as long as we think, you might aswel learn how to fight, you’re going to need it,” he had told her.

She really liked the training time with Cole and couldn’t help but blush ever time he moved her a bit to better her stance.

The day of the tomorrow’s tea, is a day Aruna would never forget. She had been out for a while, and when she came back, nobody was home.

She didn’t think much off it and waited for them to get back.

They jumped onto the deck one by one and she looked around the group for a few seconds.

“Where are Kai and Lloyd?” She asked, the group exchanged looks and Cole stepped forward.

“Listen, Andy, something happened,” he said and the frowned. “Are they okay? Is Lloyd hurt? Is he in the hospital?” She asked and he quickly calmed her down by grabbing her hand.

“No, it’s not that- it’s… you better see so for yourself,” he said and moments later, Lloyd walked onto the deck.

He only seemed about three or so years younger than she was. Her breath hitched and tears started stinging in her eyes.

What happened to her boy?

“What happened?” She asked, her voice breaking. “There was an incident with some aging tea…” he shrugged, trying to give her as reassuring smile.

It fell when he saw the heartbroken look in her eyes.

“Hey,” he tried to laugh as he walked towards her taking her hands in his. “Mom, I’m still here, alright?” He said and she nodded before pulling him into a hug.

The group watched all a bit mournfully as they watched a mother and son that could be mistaken for a brother and sister, two friends, or even boyfriend and girlfriend (everyone felt disgusted by the last one really) hug, knowing that the bond they had would never be able to break.

Aruna had joined the group when they visited the museum, it was pure coincidence that she was there, but it was lucky she was, because it was important for Lloyd at that moment.

“You guys are such idiots,” Aruna laughed as she looked at the destroyed gift shop. “Oh come on, like you could’ve done it better,” Kai said.

They made their way out of the shop to see Wu with a woman, he seemed rather in love.

“So, are you gonna introduce us?” Jay asked and Wu nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “This is Misako, Lloyds mother,” he said and Aruna felt her heart crashing trough the ground as she looked at the woman who actually really resembled the boy.

They all stood to the side and looked at a surprised Lloyd.

“My- my mother?” He said and the woman smiled.

“Ah, Lloyd? My little boy,” she walked toward him. “You’re so much bigger then I remember. “

Aruna glared slightly at the woman and Cole laid a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a concerned look. She just lightly smiled at him.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long time,” Lloyd said, recoiling from her touch.

“I didn’t want us to meet like this,” Misako shook her head. “I have a reason why I’ve been away!” She tried to explain.

“Well I don’t wanna hear it,” he spat and turned away, walking toward the door.

“Lloyd wait! Please!” She called. “You’re my son!” She cried desperately.

Lloyd turned around and for a moment Misako seemed to have hope until she saw his angry glare.

“I am Aruna Whitlocks son!” He yelled at her before turning away and slamming the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Aruna said, walking toward the door.

“Maybe it’s better if I go to explain my reasons,” Misako laid a hand on Aruna’s shoulder and the girl turned around with a small huff.

“No, I think it’d be better if I go,” she said with a a small sneer.

“And who are you?” Misako asked, a bit irritated. “I am Aruna Whitlock,” she answered with triumph before going after Lloyd.

Aruna found Lloyd sitting at a large sinkhole. She walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, love?” She asked and sat down next to him.

“It’s so unfair how she thinks she can just explain her reasons and think we’re all good again,” he said and rested his head on Aruna’s shoulder.

“It is unfair,” Aruna said. “But maybe if you heard her out, you might want to give her another chance,” she tried and Lloyd huffed.

“Another chance at what?” He asked and Aruna shrugged. “Well she’ll never get another chance at being my mother, that spot is taken,” he said and the girl chuckled.

“Yes, I’d be jealous,” she teased, making him laugh lightly. “But maybe another chance to be in your life,” she combed her hand trough his hair like she did whenever he couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare.

“You might wanna look out, that sinkhole doesn’t have a bottom, son,” the voice of Misako entered the room. “It’s where I found the ancient stone warrior,” she explained.

Aruna stood up from her spot and looked at the woman for a moment. “I’ll leave you to alone, I’ll wait outside,” she said before she kissed the top of Lloyd head and headed outside.

Aruna waited outside of the room and she saw the others about to head inside. “Are you coming aswel, Aruna?” Zane asked and and she gave him a small smile.

“No thanks, I’ll wait,” she said in a small voice. Deep inside, she felt scared that Lloyd would choose Misako as his mother again and they’d lose their spark.

After composing herself, Aruna headed inside, to see what was going on and if the two made up.

“Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had time do,” she heard Misako said. “But faced with saving you and the world, I had no other choice,” she said.

Aruna came to stand with the others and Lloyd stood up.

“I can forgive you,” he said, making Misako smile. “And I can let you back into my life again,” he continued, slowly stepping towards the others behind him.

“But I am afraid to say the face of a mother belongs to someone else,” Lloyd looked at Aruna who gave him a reassuring smile.

(Tell me if you want a part two or maybe a series of this,)

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Can you give us your thoughts on Big Ethel Energy? I haven’t seen anything glaringly wrong with it tbh, but I might not be educated on the topics the comic brings up.

TBF I haven't read it as extensively as LO (though that's a loaded comparison because I definitely put WAY more into analyzing LO than most webtoons LMAO) but my biggest issue with BEE is just like... the main cast (primarily made up of women) are so manipulative and toxic all the time. A lot of the comic's narrative feels very preachy while not actually practicing that empathy, very similarly to LO in which characters will just yeet out Therapy Speak or whatever have you and then use it to justify their shitty actions, rather than actually learn from them/correct them/etc.

One big example I can think of that alerted me to its issues (as many others) was the scene where Betty tears into her boss (Seth):

And he totally has a point, he acknowledges that he made a misstep but I don't think the irony of her calling him a "judgmental jerk" has been lost here because she's literally basing her judgments of him off instant reactions (and hoo boy, do a lot of the characters in this comic do that, but we'll get into that shortly).

But then there's complete tonal whiplash where they go upstairs to the roof where he reveals that he's changed his decision about working with Veronica (thus correcting the misstep that Betty was calling him out on) and Betty is just SO overjoyed by this that she-

Like, this is her boss, for starters, who she's kissing (without his consent or even any signalling that he wanted to kiss her in that moment) literally MOMENTS after she called him a "judgmental jerk". And then when he rejects her because there would be a power imbalance in their relationship that he's not comfortable with (which is a VERY reasonable boundary to set), she just ?? Goes right back to being mad at him and the story paints it as if he's at fault ??

Like they actually had the opportunity to showcase a story in which a power imbalance in the workplace ISN'T romanticized (like it is in so many webtoons like LO and Let's Play) and instead it made the boss out to be the bad guy for rejecting the advances of a female lead. And so many of the female characters in the story are like this, it's like they're trying so hard to be "strong independent women" but then they just come across as manipulative and mean all the time. Like sorry, but you can't just use "progressive language" like "mansplaining" to make your characters seem smart, Betty is being a huge asshole here over something SHE caused. It's very "woman good, man bad" with no nuance or consideration for the actions of either party.

And of course, they follow it up with Betty actually realizing she wasn't in the right, only for Veronica to come in and be like "nah you're allowed to hate who you hate" even though that kind of advice totally isn't constructive here when Seth was being completely reasonable. So Betty is literally just flip-flopping between actually caring about Seth and his boundaries to hating on him for having them at all.

Like, this is so miserable to read. Don't get me wrong, Veronica is traditionally a very "fuck you, I do what I want" character, but it just feels so gross when we know what Betty did was wrong and Betty ought to know this as well because she's usually the more reasonable foil to Veronica. It's not like it's empowering either of them the same way it would if they were fighting over Archie (as they traditionally do in Archie comics) and then mutually decided he wasn't worth destroying their friendship over, this is Betty's boss who she kept changing her opinion about based on whether or not he sided with her. It's flimsy. And they never really address Betty's behavior here going forward or use this as an opportunity for growth (at least from what I read following this, mind you I haven't kept up on the comic in a while).

To talk about the main character, Ethel, there's actually another weird scene that comes after the Betty/Veronica exchange, this is after she's started seeing Moose (though they don't have an official relationship yet) and is going over to his house for the first time.

Like, these two aren't even officially dating yet and she's already nitpicking things about him and taking his choices personally. It feels very unnecessary and vapid - and if you're someone who's read Archie comics before, it feels very out of character for someone like Ethel, who's traditionally a very sweet (albeit hopeless romantic) girl, here she just feels mean all the time.

And the comic as a whole just has a lot of these passive aggressive scenes. The internal monologuing of Ethel is insufferable because it's often just her constantly judging people or jumping to extreme conclusions. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for characters who aren't morally good, but I don't want to read a story that lives in the head of an asshole LOL

All that said, I haven't kept up on anything from BEE in a while, from what I've scrolled through of newer episodes at a glance it seems to have dialed back on some of that passive aggressiveness, but I'm gonna have to do a re-read of it at some point with the newer episodes included to form a stronger opinion. So take what I say here with grains of salt.

I just don't think it's necessarily a good example of a "strong romance series". Everything feels so petty all of the time and when it does try to act informed or mature, it's completely undercut by characters who can't practice what they preach. A lot of comics on the platform tend to stress "women supporting women" but then really it turns into "women hating men" and it's just like...?? Is that really the point of the message we're trying to get across here?

Add in the extremely stiff dialogue and text dumping and cheap art, and this just doesn't feel like something that would be made for a series like Archie of all things. The Archie franchise has really been suffering from lame melodrama and unlikeable characters as of late, I know there's only so much one can do to re-adapt a series that was from the 1940's, but it feels like it's often misinterpreting the point of the more modernized messages they're trying to preach rather than giving us an actual story with characters who learn and develop along the way. It comes across more as the Archie franchise looking for shortcuts to connect with "today's audience" by using cheap buzzwords rather than put any actual effort into the writing.

IDK, it's just a very mediocre comic with very mediocre attempts at seeming "progressive" and it feels so disingenuous. The characters never feel like they have any real integrity or development, especially with how some of them flip-flop on a dime based on whatever the creators want the audience to feel.

It's just a big ball of 'meh'.

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it's a scream, baby | hyunlix

chapter twelve: what do you want?

words: 1.67k // warnings: graphic character death, cursing, blood

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 009

it only took jisung a split second to grab (y/n)’s hand and start dragging her across the house running, so fast that they had no time to register if changbin and hyunjin had done the same. luckily, changbin’s house was large enough that - as long as they all went at least two separate ways - they should be able to lose the intruder in the maze of corridors and doorways.

there was no hesitation in either of their limbs as they began slamming all the doors open and closed that they could, praying a distraction would give them their few crucial minutes to get out of the house and away. (y/n)’s heart sunk when they got separated, only praying jisung would run towards the nearest exit instead of up the stairs, like the protagonists in movies usually do.

the back door was right in her sight, so close she could almost taste it. the proximity made her slow down unconsciously, but the second she saw a whip of black in her peripheral vision, she forced her limbs to move as fast as they would carry her - out of the door and towards the trees lining the woods next to changbin’s house.

she knew if she just pushed herself a little bit further, her limbs carried her a little further forward, she’d find the den. the den, in fact, wasn’t a den at all. it was changbin’s childhood hideout - a glorified shed that changed decor as he grew and his personality changed with age. it used to be full of comics and hotwheels cars, then video games and alcohol he’d snuck from his parents liquor cabinet, to what it was now. music equipment, a sofa that pulled out into a bed in case he couldn’t pull himself away from his work.

deep down, she knew it was cowardly. she was running - not even waiting for her remaining friends. but was it a bad thing to be selfish? this was literally a life or death situation, and no one could blame her for prioritizing her own safety. the second her legs crossed the threshold, she bolted the door closed, pulling all the curtains across and keeping the den as dark and quiet as she possibly could.

her phone, which she was surprised hadn’t fallen out of her pocket, was nearly dead. only 3% - there was no way she could call for help or check on the boys without her phone dying on her. she figured if she waited in the den until sunset, the killer might have given up. they might - just maybe - think she’d run away far enough and either gone looking for her away from the house, or run away in fear that the police had been alerted. she had no idea where hyunjin, changbin or jisung were, and the anxiety she felt was almost sickening.

when the skies began to darken, and the sun started to set, (y/n) lifted herself up from the ball she’d tucked herself into and forced herself to venture towards the exit of the den. the world was quiet - too quiet - and she knew that things could all go south very quickly and she could be claimed as the killer’s newest victim if she wasn’t careful.

all the lights in changbin’s home seemed to be off as she approached, and based on the lack of reaction when the back door squeaked open she assumed she was alone. she wasn’t sure whether she really did want to be alone or not though - while on one hand being alone meant she was safe, not having anyone by her side to comfort her was making her anxiety spike to new extremes.

while she was locking all the doors and windows, she found changbin’s father's gun hidden in a desk drawers in the entryway hall. while she had never actually shot a real gun - only paintball guns or bb guns - she quickly realized it would be smart to keep it on her person, just in case. holding it close to her chest, she peeked out the front window and noticed changbin’s car was nowhere in sight, assuming he had managed to get away before the intruder attacked. she just hoped he had taken hyunjin with him, and found jisung somewhere along the way.

she was fast to plug her phone into the first charger she saw, knowing not that she was alone she’d need her phone available to call the authorities at the first opportunity. the house was deadly silent, and she couldn’t bring herself to think about eating as she poured herself a glass of water from the kitchen. she was restless, worried about her friends, mapping out changbin’s house in her head to figure out the best escape plan when she needed one.

it was only when she heard a thud near the front door that she was shaken out of her trance, gun grasped firmly in her hand as she headed towards the noise to investigate. her phone had turned on now, flashing with notifications signaling how many calls and messages she had missed while holed up in the den all day.

there was another thud by the door, and she jumped at the noise. a gasp escaped her throat as she peered out the peephole and saw hyunjin on the other side - and honestly, she looked a mess. bruises and cuts spread across his gorgeous skin, like he’d fallen in the woods or been dragged through a bush. there was drying blood on his cheeks, and he kept looking over his shoulder and muttering as if he was worried about being followed.

“fuck! fuck, why is this fucking door locked… shit. shit, where does he keep his spare key?” he cried, wiggling the handle with suck force that (y/n) jumped away from the door in shock. taking a deep breath in, she reached for the lock and turned it, in her fear, debating whether to let him in or not.

before she opened the door, she cleared her throat and called out.

“hyunjin? hyun, is that you?”

the boy suddenly went silent the other side of the door, before letting out what sounded like a relieved laugh.

“oh my god, (y/n)! thank fuck, i was so worried about you!” she could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke back to her through the door. “open up, i’m not sure how far off i lost the killer. i– i can’t lose you too, and i don’t want you to watch me die.”

despite all her instincts, there was something in (y/n)’s gut that told her not to open the door - probably the fear of her friends, especially when no one except them knew they were headed to changbin’s house a few days prior.

“did he follow you? please, hyun, i can’t risk letting him in, too…” she asked carefully, not wanting hyunjin to get defensive if he thought she was accusing him.

a pound of the door rung out, causing (y/n) to jump in fright again.

“god, (y/n), i swear, please let me in! please, i don’t want to die, i don’t–” hyunjin’s words were cut off by another thud against the door, followed by a guttural moan and a choked out call of her name.

without another thought, she swung the door open and gasped in horror. hyunjin was being dragged away from the door by his legs, hands grabbing into anything within reach that might give him a hope. there was a pool of blood on his forehead, beginning to drip, matching a splat of blood on the front door.

a choked sob left (y/n)’s throat, but her legs felt like they were glued to the floor with the way she couldn’t force herself to move and chase after hyunjin. he looked up at her with such despair and worry in his eyes, that she couldn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes.

“no!” she cried as the masked killer pulled hyunjin up onto his knees by his hair, her eyes zeroing in on the knife in the masked figure's hand. “no, please! please, kill me! kill me instead, please, not him!”

the figure tiled its head as it stared at her, and she could feel the way whoever was under the mask smirked at her crisis. im fact, he didn’t look away from her once as he pulled hyunjin’s head back, his throat on display and raised the knife.

in one swift movement, the figure slid the knife across hyunjin’s throat, and (y/n) watched in horror as blood began pouring down the font of his white shirt. bile rose in her throat as the figure threw hyunjin’s torso back towards the ground, the boy hitting the gravel with a thud that made her stomach turn.

she didn’t even allow the figure the chance to move towards her, suddenly remembering the gun in her hand and shooting at the figure with no aim and no qualms in killing a man to save her own life. unfortunately, given her overwhelming emotions and lack of experience with guns, she didn;t cause enough damage to stop the rampage of killings, but was close enough to watch the figure fall to the ground clutching their shoulder in pain.

she sprinted towards the garage next to the house, knowing changbin’s had a motorbike in there, which always had its keys kept on the seat. she’d ridden his bike before, and knew as long as she was fast enough she could get to the police station without the figure intervening.

wiping her tears away, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at hyunjin’s body as she rode past, an overwhelming guilt settling within her as she forced herself to get the bike to a speed that was most definitely illegal. the police would help, she knew it. she could get there in 10 minutes if she was lucky.

she just prayed no one else would die before she did.

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Demetri/Chubby!Reader (Cat from Victorious personality type Reader)

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei )

🐿🍬Reader met Tory at one of the most weirdest places ever, a candy shop. The place was brand new with a “grand opening” which brought a good discount on everything inside. Tory's little brother begged her to take him and she couldn't say no at that point. The place wasn't exactly huge but when she turned her back for one minute her brother was gone. She looked around for what seemed like forever until she finds him in the back of the store. Talking to a girl around her age.

“Hehe watch this-” the girls says as she hits the side of a older candy machine before rapidly turning the knob. Suddenly I rush of fresh hard candy falls out of the opening and her brother grinned as he caught it. She couldn't help but smile just a little as she watched her brother smile and the girl giggle.

After that they official introduced one another. Her brother from that day on loved the girl.

🐿🍬Its not long after that Tory essentially becomes Reader’s protector when they are hanging out with each other. She doesn't count the girl is some what smart but she's so scattered brained and nice that she over looks everything. It's a constant that the girl is to nice for her own good and she is constantly wondering about doing weird things. Luckily the girl is cute enough and tends to get out of bad situations, without even realizing she was in them in the first place. She literally has Tory sweating sometimes because of the things that she ends up getting herself into.

🐿🍬 Everyone is really surprised when they find out their friends. Reader is extremely gullible some times and a lot of people think that Tory is taking advantage of the poor girls friendship. But it’s definitely not the case when they see the way Reeder basically pulls her around everywhere. Tory complains about it, but it goes on deaf ears as Reader is usually in her own little world half of the time. Her complaining doesn’t last long as she ends up enjoying spending time with the girl.

🐿️🍬Tory is in shock when Hawk ends up spilling the tea. She finds out from the mowhawk boy that Demetri out of all people is the one who has a crush on the girl. Hawk is just as surprised, Reader is nothing like any of the girls Demetri has showed interest in before. He usually goes after mean girls, or just girls he can’t pull at all. Reader is sweet and bubbly. She’s the exact opposite of what he seems to be into. Hawk even has the nerve ti say he can’t believe Demetri isn’t complaining about her optimism like he does with everyone else.

🐿️🍬After finding this out Tory is on full alert. It’s not that she hates Demetri or anything but she’s not a huge fan of him. The guy is a downer in every way possible and his sarcasm is horrible. There is no way she’s going to let that type of guy go near Reader. He might literally suck the joy right out of her. He probably feeds off good vibes which poor Reader gives off constantly.

🐿️🍬Too bad for Tory because Reader is very much her own person. She does everything she wants and more. She can’t be under Tory’s watch all the time she there are always gaps when she goes without a watchful eye on her. One of those times is when she goes to the arcade by herself. The girl loves playing the arcade games just so she can get the tickets and get the cutest, funny and tiny prizes from the prize booth. She spends hours just walking around the place. Watching all the bright lights of the big and small arcade games.

🐿️🍬Insert Demetri spending his free time playing games at the arcade as well. It’s one of his favorite things to do with his free time besides school work, comics, and doing karate. He loves playing the classic games that are offered at the arcade. The prizes mean nothing to him, he hoards the tickets and hardly ever uses them. Only pulling them out when a decent prize is put out at the prize counter. He spends hours on his favorite games, blasting through them within minutes. He’s so focused that he hardly notices the chubby little on looker behind him. It takes her basically shoving herself under his arm for him to take notice of her. His face goes bright red and he instantly loses the game he was playing. Reader pouts at this.

🐿️🍬It turns out that Reader loves watching him play. It’s one of the only things that seems to keep her attention. Watching him get so focused on a game just seems to capture her full attention. She’s in complete awe while watching him go through multiple levels of different games like it’s so easy. She doesn’t even know how embarrassed it makes him when she goes on and on about how good he is. The way he plays the different arcade games is just amazing in her eyes.

🐿️🍬They spend the next few hours playing more games together. Demetri shows her his favorite games along with some of the biggest ticket ones. He’s taken aback when she pulls him around the room to different two player games. The whole time she just giggled and went on and on about what games they should play together. She wants to play all the two player games in the arcade. Hoping that he could teach her some tricks on how to win them, but also keep his company. Reader doesn’t even realize she’s basically keeping the boy hostage. Demetri feels like he’s been tricked into some kind of date.

🐿️🍬He won’t admit it out loud but he finds it kinda fun to hang out with the sweet air headed girl. He only ever use to go to the arcade with Eli and that was a long time ago, months maybe even a year or so now. Reader never seemed to get tired of the games, begging to go back and play the same one over and over again. She was stuck to him like glue, pulling him by the elbow. The whole time his face is flushed a bright pink as she leads him around. He actually finds it fun being able to play games with her. She’s a good sport too and doesn’t whine or cry when he wins, and he doesn’t complain when she does.

🐿️🍬For the first time that night at the arcade Demetri forks over his stack of tickets. He sees the girl eyeing a big stuffed plush on one of the racks over the prize counter. He knows she doesn’t have enough for it. Her eyes are all big and round as she looks up at it. With little thought he dumps all his tickets on the counter and redeems them all. He picks the plush and once he grabs it, he watches the huge smile that brims on the girls face. He softly shoved it into her arms. She squeals and almost jumps for joy as she hugs it tight to her chest. Two seconds later she is pulling the boy by his shirt and giving him a big fat kiss to the cheek. She laughs before rushing off into the night. Only leaving behind a very flustered Demetri who is stuck with a fat sticky pink lipgloss-covered cheek.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

every single book I read in 2022. all 129 of them.

jesus christ

let's start with the best of the best; everything else will get listed beneath the read more because I'm not an animal. even just picking out my favorites is honestly probably going to get pretty lengthy, even though I'm trying to keep the synopses short.

batmanisagatewaydrug's noteworthy books of 2022

Complaint! (Sara Ahmed, 2021) - necessary for anyone doing diversity work in higher education, tbh

America is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - achingly gorgeous novel of heartbreak and healing.

The School for Good Mothers (Jessamine Chan, 2022) - honestly? I feel very good calling this my favorite book of the entire year. sensitive, smart, chilling.

Black Feminist Thought (Patricia Hill Collins, 1990) - truly ashamed to say I didn't read this sooner. Collins' clear-eyed analysis remains crazily spot-on 30+ years later.

Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021) - I read this book so early in 2022 and literally have not stopped thinking about it since.

Batman: King Tut's Tomb (Nunzio DeFillippis, Christina Weir, José Luis García-López, and Kevin Nowlan, 2009) - dare I say the most fun I had with a comic all year.

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022) - a romance unlike any other. queer, fun, sexy, bold as hell, and joyfully life-affirming.

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez, trans. Megan McDowell, 2021) - DELICIOUSLY creepy short stories that will lurk in your brain forever.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century (Kim Fu, 2022) - if a more perfect short story collection exists I am yet to find it.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - I normally hesitate to include sequels on a list like this, but god DAMN Jemisin is the queen of modern spec fic for a reason.

We Do This 'Til We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice (Mariame Kaba, edited by Tamara K. Nopper, 2021) - excellent collection of Kaba's abolitionist writings, drawing on years of organizing experience and wisdom.

Jade City (Fonda Lee, 2017) - look out! new favorite doorstopper fantasy series alert!

Priestdaddy (Patricia Lockwood, 2017) - about the best damn memoir I've ever read. heartbreaking and hysterical in turns, poetry the whole way through.

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 1996 and 1999) - it's always so exciting when something much-hyped lives up to the hype in every way. Batman at his grim and moody Batmaniest with a Gotham that’s deliciously bleak.

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014) - I didn't think I'd like this book much at all, then ended up proposing on the second date. oops!

I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy, 2022) - you will also be glad McCurdy's mom died, and also experience every other known human emotion along the way.

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel, 2022) - SPLENDID mythology retelling + political fantasy.

My Body (Emily Ratajkowski, 2022) - haunting haunting haunting personal essays about Ratajkowski's life as a model and subsequent alienation from her own body.

Batman: Bruce Wayne, Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - genuinely what can I say I'm a messy bitch and I love when the Bats are having a terrible time.

The Batman Adventures Vol. 2 #1-17 (created by Dan Slott, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett, Terry Beatty, and Bruce Timm, 2003) - a continuation of the Batman: The Animated Series universe that frankly just fucking rules.

Little Rabbit (Alyssa Songsiridej, 2022) - a potent and erotic adult coming of age story.

The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021) - thorny, difficult, vital essays.

Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia (Sabrina Strings, 2019) - jaw-droppingly thorough research into the role of fatpobia played and plays in the project of race-making.

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong, 2019) - yeah so it turns out no one was REMOTELY exaggerating. Vuong really is That Good.

Hench (Natalie Zina Walschots, 2020) - wild fun with a ruthless protagonist and her sex villainous beetle man boss; what more could you ask for?

Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021) - learning about queer history makes me feel like I’m holding something so vibrant and fragile and precious right in my little queer hand. this book is an emotional journey in such a shining way.

Never Have I Ever (Isabel Yap, 2021) - EXCITING short story collection centered on girls having Just The Weirdest Time.

and everybody else:

fiction:

Light From Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki, 2021)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield, 2022)

A Tiny Upward Shove (Melissa Chadburn, 2022)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Becky Chambers, 2022)

Disorientation (Elaine Hsieh Chou, 2022)

The Laws of the Skies (Grégoire Courtois, trans. Rhonda Mullins, 2019)

The Monster Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2018)

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2020)

Greenland (David Santos Donaldson, 2022)

Dead Collections (Isaac Fellman, 2022)

The Halloween Moon (Joseph Fink, 2021)

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson)

Nightmare Alley (William Lindsay Gresham, 1946)

The Vegetarian (Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith, 2015)

The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka, trans. William Aaltonen, 1915)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi, trans. Geoffrey Trousselot, 2019)

Woman, Eating (Claire Kohda, 2022)

Long Division (Kiese Laymon, 2014)

Jade War (Fonda Lee, 2019)

No One is Talking About This (Patricia Lockwood, 2021)

Portrait of a Thief (Grace D. Li, 2022)

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020)

A Snake Falls to Earth (Darcie Little Badger, 2021)

Glitterati (Oliver K. Longmead)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Harrow the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2020)

Nona the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2022)

The Memory Police (Yoko Ogawa, trans. Stephen Snyder, 2019)

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022)

100 Boyfriends (Brontez Purnell, 2021)

Flowers for the Sea (Zin E. Rocklyn, 2021)

Any Way the Wind Blows (Rainbow Rowell, 2021)

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2012)

Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2022)

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. Jeremy Tiang, 2020)

short story collections:

The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer (Janelle Monáe, Yohanco Delgado, Eva L. Ewing, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Danny Lore, and Sheree Renée Thomas, 2022)

Walking on Cowrie Shells (Nana Nkweti, 2021)

Terminal Boredom (Izumi Suzuki, trans. Polly Barton, Sam Bett, David Boyd, Daniel Joseph, Aiko Masubuchi, and Helen O’Horan, 2021)

nonfiction:

Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (Judith Butler, 1990)

How to Read Now (Elaine Castillo, 2022)

Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work (Melissa Gira Grant, 2014)

What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat (Aubrey Gordon, 2020)

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da'Shaun L. Harrison, 2021)

Some of My Best Friends: Essays on Lip Service (Tajja Isen, 2022)

One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter (Scaachi Koul, 2017)

How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America (Revised Edition) (Kiese Laymon, 2020)

Sister Outsider (Audre Lorde, 1984)

Conversations with People Who Hate Me: 12 Lessons I Learned from Talking to Internet Strangers (Dylan Marron, 2022)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell, 2021)

World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments (Aimee Nezhukumatathil)

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, published as Julian Gill-Peterson, 2018)

Yoke: My Yoga of Self-Acceptance (Jessamyn Stanley, 2021)

A Queer History of Fashion: From the Closet to the Catwalk (edited by Valerie Steele, 2013)

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017)

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)

Read My Lips: Sexual Subversions and the End of Gender (Riki Wilchins, published as Riki Anne Wilchins, 1997)

poetry:

Short Talks (Anne Carson, 1992)

Content Warning: Everything (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022)

Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones, 2014)

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022)

Bright Dead Things (Ada Limón, 2015)

Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Patricia Lockwood, 2014)

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017)

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong, 2016)

Time Is a Mother (Ocean Vuong, 2022)

comics:

Batman: One Bad Day - Mr. Freeze (Gerry Duggan, Matteo Scalera, and Dave Stewart, 2022)

Spandex - Fast and Hard (Martin Eden, 2012)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour (Tee Franklin, Max Sarin, and Marissa Louise, 2022)

Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert, 2009)

The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes (Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith, Mike Dringenberg, and Malcom Jones III, 1988)

The Sandman: In the Doll's House (Neil Gaiman, Michael Zulli, Mike Dringenberg, Chris Bachalo, Malcolm Jones III, and Steve Parkhouse, 1989)

The Sandman: Dream Country (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcolm Jones III, Colleen Doran, and Charles Vess, 1991)

The Sandman: Season of Mists (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcom Jones III, Mike Dringenberg, Matt Wagner, P. Craig Russell, George Pratt, and Dick Giordano, 1992)

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, Stan Woch, and George Pratt, 1993)

Run, Riddler, Run (Gerard Jones and Mark Badger, 1992)

Catwoman: When in Rome (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 2005)

Batman: Year One (Frank Miller and David Mazzicchello, 1986)

Batman: One Bad Day - Penguin (John Ridley, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Cam Smith, and Arif Prianto, 2022)

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002)

Batman: One Bad Day - Two-Face (Mariko Tamaki, Jaiver Fernandez, and Jordie Bellaire, 2022)

Batman & Robin Eternal Vol 1 & Vol 2 (James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder, 2015 and 2016)

Batman: Their Dark Designs (James Tynion IV, Guillem March, and Tomeu Morey, 2020)

The Joker War Saga (James Tynion IV and Jorge Jiménez, 2021)

Papergirls Vol. 1-6 (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2016-2019)

Real Hero Shit (Kendra Wells, 2022)

Poison Ivy #1-6 (G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara, 2022)

and some gaming guides!

Monster of the Week (Michael Sands, 2012) - great game. so cool. cannot wait to actually play it someday.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians (April Kit Walsh, 2021)

special shame zone because I want you to know how bad this sucked, do not read this:

Rethinking Sex: A Provocation (Christine Emba, 2022). patronizing, puritanical, reductive, painfully cisheteronormative. weirdly afraid of group sex. not actually that provocative, just aggressively Catholic.

and last but most certainly least, a comic that I want to remind you all fucking sucked just one more time before the year is done.

Batman: One Bad Day - The Riddler (Tom King and Mitch Gerads, 2022)

Tom King, go fuck yourself. Mitch is cool though, the art slapped.

#bookblr #if you find a typo in here no you didn't xoxo #feel free to tell me your thots or ask about any of these i love to talk about my unhinged reading habit

[jalapenobee]

Psst @luneariann i wrote a thing based off of your little comic here

The only way they could’ve ever known was by the little, almost invisible star he’d drawn on his calendar, right in the corner of the box labeled ‘April 29th’. Of course, Ane-san’s observational skills are through the fucking roof, and of course she had to tell everyone. Right before the mission. Seriously. What kind of sister is she?

Chuuya heaved a sigh and reached for his keys in his back pocket. Because the black lizard was incredibly skilled and smart but also so, so dumb, they ran around the port mafia base for nearly half an hour, alerting everyone present that it was Chuuya’s “glorious day of birth”. Tch.

On top of that, Akutagawa had disobeyed Mori’s orders and got himself seriously injured while fighting the weretiger. His left leg was torn open and then healed by the Armed Detective Agency’s doctor, but his pride had taken just as much of a hit. Chuuya didn't bleed any, but his arms and torso were covered in bruises.

That was probably the one good thing about joint missions—Yosano-san. At least she had come along this morning, courtesy of shitty Dazai’s call about “teaming up for a victory against a rather successful drug ring, for Chuu-chan’s birthday of course!” Ugh. Although…if they hadn't worked so well together, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly. Chuuya had to admit, they did kind of carry the team earlier, even if Dazai never shut up about double suicide or Chuuya's birthday.

What was even his deal? He was always clinging to Chuuya back when he was still his partner. Always calling him names and insulting his height. He wasn't even that short, okay? He's still growing. Just…really slowly. Anyway, Chuuya figured Dazai must hate him a whole lot to write a whole 27 books on how much he does.

Chuuya glared at the doorknob, which was not turning at all, and considered just picking the lock. A patch of red sat at the floor beneath it, and he instantly felt on edge. Blood?

No, a flower. Chuuya bent down to pick it up, the end of the stem pinched between his index finger and thumb. It looked fresh, and a small droplet of water clung to a flaming petal. A red camelia. 

Don't blame him, okay? Ane-san taught him about flowers, it's not like he learned their names out of his own free will.

There was a piece of paper tied to the stem, and Chuuya flipped it over. 

"Oh my god."

Chuuya groaned and ripped the note off, giving up and picking the lock to his apartment. Of course. Of course Dazai had to be the one to leave him something. How does he even remember where Chuuya lives? Did he follow him home? He was sure he hadn't been tailed, but still…

He tossed the flower on the kitchen counter by the door, along with his keys. He propped his elbows up on it and stared at the camelia. Past the..ugh…Dazai-ness of it all, he begrudgingly admitted that it was a somewhat sweet gesture. Chuuya shook his head. He was a port mafia executive with a reputation to keep. He could not be going soft for assholes like Dazai.

And yet, he made no effort to stop himself as he found an empty wine bottle and filled it with water, carefully (ugh) slipping the camelia in. He found himself exiting his apartment and picking up the note he'd discarded on the floor earlier. He rubbed it between his fingers as he went back inside and pinned it to his corkboard, already full of documents, blueprints, and photos taken without his consent of him and the others at the port mafia. He eyed the new addition, then chuckled to himself and walked off to find something to eat.

"Happy birthday, slug"

Heh. Dazai's really something else, isn't he?

#ok ik its not his birthday but #when i saw the post i just had to write smth for it so #look at that i managed to write smth elss #IM WORKING ON A VOLTRON THING I PROMISE #anyway #here you go #my fics #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd #bungou stray dogs #skk #soukoku #kinda?

[shyvioletcat]

A/N: I wanted to get out of a posting slump so I quickly threw this together. I may or may not be addicted to the single parent trope at the moment. Sorry, not sorry? Anyway, please enjoy. 

~~~~~

With the sun shining and the alluring solitude of a park bench, Rowan thought eating his lunch outside today was a good idea. Inside wasn’t all that appealing with Fenrys on his case today, instead of the literal case they should be investigating. Both ranking detective of the Orynth Police Department and partners on just about every case that their Chief of police gave them, Fenrys thought that entitled him to a say in Rowan’s personal life. Today was about the lack of romance Rowan was experiencing in his out of office hours—stating that he was married to his work. That was an exaggeration, Rowan was just dedicated to his work. There was a difference.

Sure, he had a habit of taking work home with him and more than once had fallen asleep with files in his bed. There just wasn’t time for anything else when you dedicated your life to saving others.

Fenrys claimed it made him grumpy and irritable, and no fun to be around. Lorcan, another detective on the force who had known him since they were children, was quick to claim that Rowan had, in fact, been born that way. 

So to escape the pestering and matchmaking, he pardoned himself for his lunch break and went out into the fresh air. Rowan sat on the bench, unwrapping his sub he’d just bought a few minutes ago before he wandered through the large botanical garden to find somewhere quiet to eat. He tucked the carry bag under his thigh to stop it blowing away and took a bite. The city hummed around him, combined with the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind. It wasn’t anywhere near silent but at least someone wasn’t asking him about when was the last time he got laid. 

A squirrel ran past, disturbing the fallen autumn leaves and stopping on its hind legs to sniff the air in Rowan’s direction before scurrying off with a flip of a fluffy tail. Rowan huffed a small laugh at it, something about squirrels was so comical. Maybe it was their tiny little hands. He was about to take another bite when there was another noise that didn’t fit the ambiance of the situation. It was a sniffle and immediately Rowan’s head snapped to the source, his body already on high alert. 

A few metres away on the concrete path was a little girl, no older than three, eyes shining with tears and she hugged a long eared stuffed rabbit to her chest. Rowan surveyed the area, looking for who she might belong to, even though he had his suspicions about the tears. There was no one, it was just him, the girl, and the grey squirrel. 

Rowan rebagged his lunch and went over. His feet moving through the brittle leaves caught her attention and her sad eyes widened as he walked over to her. Aware his size could be intimidating, Rowan slowed down. It was handy while dealing with criminals but not so much with lost children. When she looked ready to run he stopped completely and crouched down. In the sunlight her hair was bronze, her brown eyes were eyeing him suspiciously but he could still see the helplessness there. 

“Hi,” Rowan said with a small smile. “Are you lost?”

She nodded. Suspicions confirmed.

“Do you know where your parents are?”

The little girl nodded, still very wary of him. Smart girl, but Rowan wouldn’t get anywhere if she didn’t talk to him. 

“See that building right there?” he pointed over his shoulder to where the roof of the police building towered above the trees. “Do you know it? It’s the police building and I work there.” Again the girl nodded. “I even have my badge to prove it.”

Rowan reached into his back pocket and pulled out his badge. The girl moved forward, running her fingers of the impressions with some familiarity, following the lines of the crest without even looking and turned her eyes on him. 

“Will you let me help you?” Rowan asked softly.

The little girl had been convinced. “I was at the playground with my mama, and I was chasing squirrels.”

Rowan barely caught the last word as her little voice struggled around it.

“Those pesky squirrels are fast, huh?” Rowan commiserated.

“Yeah! And I can’t find my way back to mama!”

The admission brought on a new wave of tears. Rowan extracted a napkin from his lunch and gave it to her. She did a very poor job of wiping her nose but it would have to do. 

“I know where the playground is, shall I take you back?” Rowan said.

“Yes please,” the little girl answered, still miserable.

Rowan stood, leading the way in the direction of the playground. The little girl scurried after him, much like a squirrel herself, and very surprisingly took his hand. He hadn’t offered it, but he didn’t have the heart to take it away now. Looking down he could see how the tears had started to dry and her face was a lot less blotchy. If holding her hand offered her that small comfort, he could give her that. 

“My name is Rowan. What’s your’s?” he asked. 

“Marigold,” the little girl replied, her head tilting all the way up to see him. 

Rowan smiled. “Nice to meet you, Marigold.”

The sounds of the playground started to reach them and Marigold’s hand relaxed in his, she didn’t let go though. As it came into view Rowan kept his eye out for a panicked mother, no doubt searching desperately for her child. If that wasn’t the case, Rowan was about to have an infinitely more complicated situation on his hands. Nothing looked out of the ordinary and Rowan’s heart sank. He’d have to take her back to the station, maybe look at cctv footage, hopefully find—

“Mari!”

A female voice behind him had the girl breaking free of his hand and running. Rowan turned in time to see Marigold run into the arms of who he assumed was her mother. He couldn’t tell much about her, except that she had blonde hair, every other feature was obscured as she held her child like it was a lifeline.

“You scared me,” the woman said, sitting back on her heels. “What happened?”

“Squirrels, mama. They ran away,” Marigold explained.

The woman gave a long suffering sigh, but the joyful relief in her lessened the effect. “It’s always the squirrels.”

Rowan couldn’t help but laugh at that, and that small sound drew the woman’s attention. Her eyes were an unusual hue of blue, nearly turquoise, and they narrowed on him. A moment later she was standing, putting herself between him and Marigold. She looked familiar, but Rowan couldn’t place how. And he didn’t have the chance to contemplate it further. 

“Who the hell are you and why did you have my daughter?” she accused.

He knew what this looked like, a strange man walking with a little girl. With the adrenaline running through her it was likely the woman wasn’t thinking clearly. It was best Rowan wrapped this up quickly before she made a scene. 

“I found her wandering and brought her back,” he explained.

“Likely story,” the woman said. “Are you hurt, Mari? Did he hurt you?”

The question was asked at him, like if this woman so much as blinked he might make a run for it. 

“No, Mama. I’m safe,” Marigold replied.

Some of the tension relaxed from the woman’s shoulders, but she still wasn’t ready to back down. 

“Ma’am, I’m not a predator,” Rowan said, pulling out his badge and ID again.

This time the woman relaxed fully, there was even a hint of a smile on her face. “Ma’am? How old do you think I am?”

“I—” Rowan didn’t actually know how to answer that question.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I went full mamabear on you.”

Rowan shrugged it away casually. “You had valid cause.”

“Thank you, officer,” she said, stepping aside so she could take Marigold’s hand. 

“Detective,” Rowan said automatically, kicking himself for it.

“Oh, sorry. Detective,” the woman teased. “Whitethorn, wasn’t it?”

Rowan nodded. He deserved the mocking for correcting a woman who had been distraught less than five minutes ago. 

“I’ll be sure to let my father know about your heroics, there might be an end of year bonus in it for you.”

Rowan felt his brows furrow in confusion. “Your father?”

“He’s chief of police at Orynth PD. I’m sure he’ll be eternally grateful to you for keeping his granddaughter safe,” the woman explained further. 

“Oh, you’re his daughter,” Rowan said, connecting the obvious dots aloud. 

“Guilty as charged.” That was said with a mock salute. “I’m Aelin.”

Rowan couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Everyone knew the tragic story of the Chief’s daughter, or rather the man she loved. She’d been married to her father’s protege, Sam Cortland, who was one of the best cops on the force. He’d reached detective status when the worst happened. It was a sting operation to bring in a notorious crime ring. They were set to bring in the head of the operation too, but there had been a leak and the scum were waiting for them. It had been a shitshow and a bloody fight. Sam had taken a bullet meant for Chief Galathynius and it had hit him in a devastating spot despite wearing his ballistic vest. He died on scene, leaving behind his young wife and daughter who was barely three months old. The fact the leader of the crime ring had gotten away made it all that much more bitter. 

“Aelin,” Rowan repeated, then cleared his throat to try and cover the fact he hadn’t thought of what he’d say next. “I’m glad I could help.”

“It’s much appreciated.” Aelin then turned to her daughter. “Come on, Mari. We’ll let Detective Whitethorn get back to work.”

“Bye,” Marigold said, swinging herself forward with her mother's hand and waving aggressively. So aggressively that she dropped her bunny. 

Without thinking, Rowan picked it up and handed it back to the little girl, who showed her appreciation with a toothy smile.

“Thank you,” Aelin said. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Goodbye, Mrs Cortland,” Rowan replied, erring on the side of professionalism, and he saw something shutter in Aelin’s eyes before she banished it with a smile and a nod. 

Rowan’s phone went off in his pocket, and he knew it was the timer letting him know his lunch break was over. With Marigold and Aelin gone he swore under his breath. It turned out he’d be eating at his desk anyway. He made his way back to his office, the trek through the foyer and up the elevator second nature at this point. No one bothered him as he unlocked his office door, the plaque on it declaring his name with gold letters. This door had once read another name entirely, Sam Cortland had once been written on it in the same harsh font. Rowan ignored that thought as he stepped through it and took a seat at his desk. 

He started on his sandwich again, bringing up files on his computer screen so he could read and eat at the same time. It had been all of five minutes before the reason for his escape appeared in his doorway, smiling and looking ready to provoke. 

“Piss off, Fen,” Rowan said flatly. “I’m busy.”

Fenrys ignored every bit of annoyance radiating from the other man and walked in, taking a seat on the other side of the desk. 

“Soooo,” the blonde man said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Lunch date?”

Rowan sacrificed an olive that had fallen from his sandwich and threw it at Fenrys, it hit him in the chest. “No.”

“Meet anyone interesting then?” Fenrys pressed.

Rowan’s retort of bugger off was cut off by Rhoe Galathynius stepping into his office. 

“Whitethorn,” he said, effectively ignoring Fenrys as he approached the desk. Rowan stood on instinct and took the hand the Chief of Police offered him. “Thank you.”

There was true gratitude shining in Chief Galathynius’ blue eyes, a different shade to his daughter’s, but it was now Rowan recognised the slight similarities. The handshake was firm and both men nodded at the end. 

“Don’t mention it, sir,” Rowan said, and a small smile appeared on Chief Galathyunius’ face. 

“Not a chance of that, I’m afraid,” he said. “Just wait until Evalin finds out, you’ll be a very popular man, Detective Whitethorn.”

That was all he said before Chief Galathynius walked out. Leaving behind a very perplexed Fenrys.

“What was all that about?” he demanded. 

Rowan waved him off. “Nothing. Don’t you have work to do?”

“Bah!” Fenrys exclaimed, throwing his hands up before pushing out of the chair. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”

“Go,” Rowan urged, just wanting the man out of his office. He thought he had accomplished his goal and was blessed with a few beautiful moments of silence. But then Fenrys’ appeared again, just his head, floating in the doorway.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Fenrys said. “Meet anyone interesting?”

“No,” Rowan said, sparing Fenrys a glance before returning his gaze to his computer, the name Hamel in bold at the top of the screen. This was more pressing than the gossip Fenrys was fishing for. Rowan had a job to do, that was the facts of it and his purpose, so he just shook his head. “No, I didn’t.” 

~~~~~

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#rowaelin fanfiction #squirrelling away

[razmerry]

Drawtectives: Orc Lore... 2!!!!

My first Drawtectives orc lore post that I made 2 years got over 600 notes, and I always intended to compile one for the second season. I just needed to rewatch all of it first! This one includes more general information about the Drawtectives world than the first did, cause it’s really fun. 

Part 1

Episode 1:

- York has become a male model! Good job, king

- Extra world lore: Boogle, Bamerica (where engineers drive the train)

Episode 2:

- Common knowledge in the orc tribes is that the one thing you can’t fight is death - it gets you in the end

- “There’s always time for the east” - a classic Northern tribes quote

- Extra world lore: Pollywood, gredit cards, Zac Giraffe, Belp, Bi-Fi, Halloween is canon!

Episode 3:

- No one has ever reported back after confronting a wild train

- Reconfirmed: the roughly cuboid shape of wild cats, including tigers which have a Garfield-like appearance

- One of the only comics in the Northern tribe was Cashews by Barles Pört, featuring Sneppy 

- Things York can write: eat my butt, wow now thatsa potata, Sneppy

- York doesn’t talk about his #1 and #2 weirdest days: “too weird”

- York is “a very social creature” according to Rose; all he needs are friends and food

Episode 4:

- Confirmed for the third time: York is a math guy

- York is big enough that he has a high drink tolerance

Episode 5:

- The “Ren Faire Las Vegas” is a story in the Northern tribe told to children, about a magical place with heroes and knights and glitter; York hoped to see it someday

       - Which included the hero “Belvis Breseley” and his many disciples

       - Interestingly, the Benaissance appears to possibly be etymologically linked to this “Ren Faire”, when the famous turtle painter Michaelango lived

- A classic game from the Northern tribes called “Lift It”: where you have a heavy object and see if you can lift it

Episode 6:

- It takes York a few seconds to transform between “Fight Mode” and “Show Mode”

- More Cashews lore: the lead character is Barley Brown

- Another newspaper comic: Beefcliff, which is apparently spelled differently in other locations

- BC also exists: unclear if this is our world’s or simply a coincidence

- Wild trains enjoy bones: new, old, yours, doesn’t matter to the train

- It’s speculated that trains evolved from wild bikes, with some diverging evolutionary lines including trucks

- Wild trains have feline ears and tails; if the ears are in the alert position, the train has now targeted you

- “Life is a railroad, and I’m going to ride it ‘till my stop”: a line from the hit group Bascal Blatts

- An interesting thing to note: synthetic trains are built in the image of wild trains

- York lost 17 of his cousins to wild train attacks; so York has approximately 35 cousins according to him (and I trust his math)

- Wild trains have a “burning inferno” as well as a mouth-eye, and the tail can be used somewhat like a blade

- Stripes on the side of the wild train help it blend in with tallgrass environments

- Horse Pope: holy figure? Into gambling? Oversees soups?

- York: sometimes known as “The Terror of the Northern Tribes”

- York has a net worth of about 6 million bones in his bank, although it’s unclear what the exchange rate is to Bamerican dollars

Episode 7:

- Bibby Joey: creator of the famous song “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”

- BUNO!

- Eugino, a popular card game (Eugene-Oh?)

- I’m not writing down the rest of those board game puns

- The only game played in the Northern Tribes was “rock hit”, where you threw rocks at another rock in the air and see which rock survived; perhaps Lift It was more of a personal challenge

- There are no tables in the Northern Tribes

- Eugene’s favorite karaoke song is “I Need A Villain” by Donnie Byler, featured in Grek 2

Episode 8:

- York is the smart one, according to Rose: “he thinks the loudest”

- He’s also bad with faces and voices according to Rose; reconfirmed from S1E5

- I just really like that he was 100% convinced that Alm and All were different people

- Phone-bone, apparently

Episode 9:

- I enjoy the two-part confirmation that Northern Tribes orcs have southern accents

- “Joe Beans” is not a traditional orcish name

- Not everyone knows that the Northern Tribes have a monarchy

- “Orcish size” drinks are in a bucket, evidently they are literally sand buckets

- Jancy came to York’s first modeling show :,)

- York once tried to arm-wrestle a snake

- Wonderful film by Studio Jiggly: Ghosted Over There

Episode 10:

- No lore just solving the case!!

Episode 11:

- York’s favorite action hero is Ben Ception, who enters people’s dreams

- List of the months: Febicember, Smarch, Mapril, Junary, and Bachtober

- York’s powerful… stream gives him time to get his arms warmed up for a fight

- Another social media app; Binstagram

- “Lofty goals do lead to existential horrors” - daily quote by Rose

#drawtectives #drawfee #season 2 #season two #gyorik rogdul #rose #grendan highforge #grandma #rpg #celestial spear #orc lore

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 11 Deflagration

(Spoilers below)

-So continuing from episode before with Scarabella and Kitty noir answering an interview explaning that the heroes needed to step down cause Monarch... okay.

-That reporter is right

-Oh damn Kitty noire can flirt. I still hate that lipstick look. The lighting looks so weird.

-Adrien seems down, I think he misses Plagg. But he also looks like he wants to call Marinette. Hard to say whats going on in his mind

-Tikki misses marinette. Alya thought she messed up with the interview

-But looks like Marinette can visit Tikki at least.

-"Did we miss an episode?" As someone that watches ML that is offensive. We get our episodes out of order dont complain ... lol

-So we actually get to look at Alya's room and girl has a LOT of manga and comics. Respect. BUT WHERE ARE THE PICS OF NINO?! hardly any. I only saw one in the group photo.

-Oh Alya, you missed more than you think

-Marinette checking to ensure alya knows the rules but, Alya assures her that this is not her issue anymore. She can focus on her.

-Meanwhile Plagg telling Zoe she is only lacking in the chees department

-"I live in a hotel with the biggest cheese cellar in paris"

-The moment plagg learned that True happiness CAN exist

-I have a feeling this episode is going to determine if I start Liking Zoe or not

-Catching Chloé in 4K

-Zoe caved quick...

-Plagg coming out with the diss track for Chloé's stank feet

-Plagg only had Zoe for one day and is ready to commit murder

-Plagg killed the dino's because they were sassing him. Amazing

-Plagg is baby

-And now .... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?!

-Did they just... THAT HAD TO BE A HALLUCINATION! I SERIOUSLY SAW THAT. GABRIEL SUNG! AND POORLY MIGHT I ADD!

-Also he slid down the staircase and the song stopped when Nathalie is like "The fuck was that you tampon?!"

-Gabriel explained why he is so happy

-Nathalie going back to watching videos of her gay crush

-Roarr calls him out like a good boy

-Gabriel is pulling out all the stops with this power combo

-Oh look the resistance is back

-Can we appreciate that Nino had a great speech with epic music?

-Adrien just turns it off cause he wants to ask about ladybug

-Marinette worried about chat noir

-Adrien is like mentally 'Oh right, I made out with her as chat noir'

-Max and Markov made an alert app on the alliance or smartphone. Smart move

-Kitty section made warning music. Thats fun

-So they have anti-akuma measures. Gotta say, thats kind of cute

-I know he says paintball guns. But I was kind of hopping Alya, Nino, marinette and Adrien would get real guns and cap an akuma

-HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME?! Dude! He could have just ended it there! are you stupid MONARCH?!

-Okay I know its not 100% and he needs to confirm its them. But like. He could have just stunned them. Checked them for earrings and rings. Then left.

-Okay Adrien you f***ing dweeb. I love it. He got a little make shift table for two with a bowl of fruit and a rose. BOY GOES HARD. ITS SO CRINGE AND SWEET.

-With supportive friends. They are really middle school

-Adrien my boy, my sweet sunshine. Marinette my lovely little moon beam. WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE AND CRINGE!!!!

-Chloé doesnt know what Generous means, and her alliance doesnt understand . So she tells her sabrina... which tells her alliance. I fucking cant....

-And Chloé is going to do something that will get her akumatized isnt she

-Marinette is trying so hard

-Adrien doesnt get that this girl is trying to grab what she has wanted for 5 seasons

-And there we go, progress was made. Thanks to Chloé interestingly enough

-Adrien is not dealing with her crap, neither is anyone else. Good on them

-And there Zoe is. Because she has had enough of Chloé being mean to her Crush Friend (Look I still believe Zoe is into Marinette.)

-And I forgot monarch was there just watching everything.

-Sole Destroyer? Oh SHE gets to be Sole Crusher now.

-she makes them into shoes that sing!

-Side note, Sole destroyer lOOKS WAY more menacing than the previous one

-OH S*** HE GOT EM! Plagg and ZOE

-HE GOT TIKKI AND ALYA!!!

-Oh no....

-HE PREDICTED PLAGG WOULD TRY AND KILL HIM?!

-so thats what random tikki power looks like when just casting lucky charm

-what did plagg do!?!

-YO!!! PLAGG BROKE HIS MIRACULOUS! THATS F***ING CRAZY. Plagg may be a cat, but he is clearly the GOAT

-Plagg really just said (Screw the rules I am not playing) And knew the lucky charm would be the way of fixing it

-Things are getting created and destroyed like crazy! damn

-Marinette went right back to Ladybug mode

-Comrade mayo

-Wait... does the lucky charm have a time limit if Tikki made it?

-So the miraculous are the tether to the human world. Wait... then how were the kwami around traveling in space before they existed.

-Marinette showed up in her own designed version of it. And I will say it. Aside from the helmet. It slaps

-UGH Monarch bug.... the darker mask is cool and the red eyes... but the spots are such a NO!

-Yoo, that throw should have broke Marinette's back. IT CRACKED CONCRETE!

-NINO FOR THE SAVE

-THE PAINT BALLS! The resistance is actually useful

-WAIT... THEY CAPTURED SOLE DESTROYER?! HOW DID THEY EVEN?! You know what? Respect.

-He deakumatized her.

-COMRADE MAYO FOR THE COUP DE GRACE!!!

-STONE COLD! ADRIEN TAKES THE LADYBUG MIRACULOUS! WE STAN MAYO

-Ladybug fixed everything then before Monarch can be glad the cat ring was back. Marinette snatches the ring... but not the rest cause he had too many rings

-Welp, Monarch failed bad. Covered in paint and now on the back foot.

-Chloé is just there tied up

-So they get their miraculous back cause they realize Monarch doesnt know them so

-Plagg wants to say good bye to kitty noire first before returning to adrien

-Poor zoe, But glad Plagg told her to stand up for herself. Glad some positives were in that

-And some platonic ladynoir at the end

_____________________________________________________________

It was certainly something.

Though wow, Monarch got his ass beat by kids with no powers. Honestly that was funny

7/10

I do kind of wish we had more ladrien. But Everyone had a fun scene. Though minus 2 for that bleaching of the eyes that was monarch dancing

#ml #ml spoilers #gale reviews #ml deflagration

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

TOTALLY KILLER (2023)

Starring Kiernan Shipka, Olivia Holt, Julie Bowen, Randall Park, Lochlyn Munro, Charlie Gillespie, Liana Liberato, Kelcey Mawema, Stephi Chin-Salvo, Anna Diaz, Jeremy Monn-Djasgnar, Troy Leigh-Anne Johnson, Ella Choi, Nathaniel Appiah, Jonathan Potts, Kelcey Mawema, Stephi Chin-Salvo, Ella Choi, Jeremy Monn-Djasgnar and Nathaniel Appiah.

Screenplay by David Matalon & Sasha Perl-Raver and Jen D'Angelo.

Directed by Nahnatchka Khan.

Distributed by Amazon Studios. 106 minutes. Rated R.

It’s funny to imagine the pitch meeting for Totally Killer. “Well, it’s a slasher horror film about a masked killer targeting high school mean girls… And did we mention that it’s also a post-modern comedy? Oh, and also, it’s about time travel.”

Totally Killer has so many balls in the air at once that it is kind of shocking that it is as good it turns out to be.

With a relatively unknown young cast – lead Kiernan Shipka has a following for playing Sabrina the teenaged witch in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Riverdale and her mom is played by Modern Family’s Julie Bowen – Totally Killer is a near complete surprise. And it’s a good surprise.

Now to be completely honest, Totally Killer works better as a comedy than as a horror – the killer sections in fact tend to be the soft spots here – but it’s a smart and funny film. And, let’s face it, most horror films since the original Scream work comic beats into their scripts.

It is all smartly and snappily directed by television scribe Nahnatchka Khan – best known for creating the quirky TV series Don’t Trust the B---- in Apt. 23 and Fresh off the Boat. (Her Fresh off the Boat star Randall Park has a funny supporting part as an ineffectual sheriff.)

It’s a terribly high concept idea. Jamie (Shipka) is a teenager who is in complete revolt from her overprotective do-good mother Pam (Bowen). It seems that back in the 1980s when mom was 16 (Jamie’s age now…), three of her friends were stabbed to death by “The Sweet Sixteen Killer” – and Pam has been expecting him to return ever since.

The killer has become something of a local celebrity – inspiring “Sweet Sixteen Killer” tours and Halloween costumes – but he has not been heard of since the original killings 35 years earlier.

And of course when Pam’s daughter turns 16, the killer returns, with filled with violent intents. Naturally he targets Jamie. Jamie’s best friend has been trying unsuccessfully to build a time machine from an old photo booth for the local science fair, based upon her mother’s long-ago notes, because of course she is. As the killer tries to get Jamie, she hides in the time machine. As the killer stabs at her in the booth, his violent stabbing inadvertently causes the machine to work.

Jamie arrives in 1987, on the day that the killings are about to start. (This is not as random as that may sound, she and her friend programmed in the date while the time machine was not operational. Now Jamie has to find the victims and save them, to figure out who the killer was, and to figure out how to get back to her own time. That last part is particularly tricky, as the time machine runs on Wi-Fi, which does not exist in 1987.

Also, it turns out, she has to keep her teen parents – who are much wilder than their future selves would suggest – from hooking up yet, because they are not supposed to get together until after they finish college.

Of course she quickly finds that telling the truth to alert the police and the potential victims of the danger, is not going to work. Even she recognizes that comparing herself to Marty McFly in Back to the Future to try to explain what happened makes her sound nuts. So she decides to act like a new student – recently moved there from Prince Edwards Island, Canada, of all places – and befriend her mother and the victims, who turn to be the local mean girl clique called the Mollys. (They idolize Molly Ringwald and tend to dress in outfits that match her different film wardrobes.)

With many fits and starts and roadblocks, she finally befriends teen Pam (Olivia Holt) and goes about trying to save everyone. But the more she tries, the more she slightly changes history, and she fails at stopping the killings.

The fish out of water aspects of a modern teen in the 1980s never fails to connect. Shipka frustratedly scolding her 1980s counterpoints with things like “unwanted touch” or “you can’t call her that” make for comic gold. Dealing with things like keggers and dodgeball and nude hot tubbing make for some wonderfully awkward humor.

Totally Killer also gets bonus points for having a major sequence in one of my favorite forgotten carnival rides, the Gravitron (redubbed the Quantum Drop here). As Wikipedia explains: “The ride is completely enclosed, with 48 padded panels lining the inside wall. Riders lean against these panels, which are angled back. As the ride rotates, the rider experiences a centrifugal force pointing outward from the ride's center. This force, along with the slant in the walls, allows riders to be completely supported by the walls, without their feet touching the ground. The ride can rotate at a maximum frequency of 24 rpm. It reaches that frequency in less than 20 seconds…. At this point, the riders are experiencing centrifugal force equivalent to three times the force of gravity.”

If Totally Killer somehow becomes responsible for the resurrection of the Gravitron regaining popularity in carnivals, then it will not just be a terrifically fun film, but it will have done a great service for humanity.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: October 6, 2023.

#Totally Killer #Kiernan Shipka #2023 #Movie Review #Jay S. Jacobs #Youtube

[weird-profiterole]

Marshal Michel Ney,

Aka "Le Rougeaud" (the Ruddy), "Le Lion Rouge" (the Red Lion) or "Le Brave des Braves" (The Bravest of the Brave)

Napoleon's wild and terrible "child", but also his pride. I can't wait to do comics with him to crush Napoleon's sanity 🙈🤣

I'm too lazy to describe his irl bio, so you should look on Google if you're interested 👀

My OC Michel Ney

Each time Napoleon hears his name, he tenses up, worried of what his wildest Marshal did, again

Don't leave him unsupervised with gun powder. For the love of God, don't.

Did the bitch betrayed Napoleon ? Yes.

Did he came back running to him when Napoleon came back in France ? Absolutely.

Originally has his hair in a fluff mess, but Murat wasn't having this shit. "you are a Marshal of the Empire, be presentable."

Napoleon told him several times to be more careful on the battlefield, Ney always answered "it's fine, I can't die." And Napoleon wondered if that man was brave or stupid.

Spoiler alert : he is both.

He has ducklings as pets. He loves them.

Napoleon thought he was dead during the Battle of Eylau, but turns out Ney was sleeping in the middle of the battlefield.

Doesn't know the principle of personal space. He would sit on someone's lap if you let him. "a seat is a seat"

Doesn't give a damn if his uniform is muddy. Which makes Murat scream a lot.

He's a big tease.

100% would be friends with Leonardo.

Would try to hit on Jean thinking he was a woman at first. When he learns he's a man, he shrugs and keep trying to hit on him.

They don't get along with Mozart for obvious reasons

Favourite foods are tomatoes and hachis parmentier

Looks stupid but he's really smart, Arthur has to be really serious when playing games with him. (Arthur mentioned Ney and made him appear in his Brigadier Gerard stories)

He's 184 cm tall

Napoleon asked him who brought him back, and Ney was like "uhhh the ship ?" because he was living in America before coming back in France. Neither Comte, Vlad nor Leonardo made him a vampire.

Because he is in fact, a pure blood vampire. (Dun dun duuuun)

Don't repost, only reblog

#ikemen vampire #cybird #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikevam #ikevamp #otome #otome game #ikemen #cybird otome #ikevam ney #ikemen vampire ney #ikemen ney #ikevamp ney #ikemen vampire oc #ikevamp oc #ikevam oc

[jomsimagination]

surviving? or serving || Rosita Espinosa

𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬?

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧,𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟕 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧,𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟!

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Gianna Rhee, most known for being the smartest girl in class or the girl in the pink dress. small but tough, 5'1 so really small but tough, independent,, smart but reckless.

Gianna "Gian" Rhee is smart, both literally and figuratively. she was not a force to be reckoned with. she graduated school at the age of 16, unlike her older brother, she went to Harvard with a scholarship, well she would've if it wasn't for the apocalypse.

while she was on the drive to the airport unfortunately for her, the apocalypse hit. her brother tried to find her, but he instead found Shane's group. Shane brought his hopes down and said you were probably dead. but he didn't give up, he tried sneaking out a few times, but there would always be walkers waiting for him.

and here she was, in the other side of Atlanta, trying to find a way out of Atlanta in hopes of finding her brother. she first raided the comic book store, stashing thousands of comic books into her bag.

next was the music store, grabbing the best albums and a Sony walkman along side some cassette tapes. and then she went to a grocery, stashed a lot of food.

then, after that she went to a neighborhood found a house with an awesome katana took it with her, and the rest is history. she spent most of her days, exploring random houses, and the city, while trying to find her brother.

she settled down in a random suburban house on the end of the street of some random neighborhood, the windows were boarded down, there was multiple locks on the door, and also a trap to alert her if the door was opened, it was just a little bell on her bedroom so nothing noisy. she was living the apocalyptic suburban life. it wasn't the best.

it was hard with no one to contact for a few days, but it was for the better, she spent those days, working out for once a week cause it would get boring, then on Tuesday would be supply run day, Wednesday would be sit down and relax day, Thursday would be killing random walkers and training her swordsmanship, Friday is finding her brother day, Saturday too, and Sunday.

she did find a few people but she chose to ignore them, since they could either be dangerous or weird. plus, she never really was the social one, it was her brother. after all he is a pizza boy.

so without having anyone to talk to, she'd just listen to music while killing walkers all the time. and from time to tie, using her crazy chemistry mind, she'd create explosives or napalm from the ingredients she find.

it was boring, she'd admit that to time to time. saying that life is boring. that's why she tried so hard to find her brother, to find someone to finally talk to. but still no brother, she never spoke or even let someone see her if she ever finds someone or a group, because at that moment she knew that all she could trust was her brother.

then more than two years passes, she still does her same routine everyday, this time in a new city, newnan. she had already explored McDonough and found nothing, so she moved to newnan. she found a small town there, it's a walled town, so she decided to have some fun and throw some smoke bombs toward the entrance.

little did she know that she messed with something bad, but anyways, she could careless since she mostly really cared about finding her brother. she was alone so she had to have fun even if it was the small things, like a walker bumping into a wall, or pushing a walker off of a building.

but what made her the most happiest in a year is finding a cute pink dress in the apocalypse, it had no blood, surprisingly. it was perfect it was a cute white dress with pink flowers on it, she knew she looked pretty when twirling around in it.

that was it, her life was almost, almost perfect. all she needed was her big brother. that was all she wanted, to have her big brother back again. she could've gotten everything she wants, but now she only wants her brother, her only family.

but maybe living in a pent house in New York wouldn't be so bad. but no, her brother always is first in her heart. she never really knew her parents, she mostly lived with her brother since they had a ten-year age difference.

while she was walking around the neighborhood, mindlessly looting houses, Gianna saw a girl, she was an average height girl, had long hair, she really didn't pay that much attention to her. that girl was accompanied by a semi-tall Latina, she looked hella sassy with that nasty pose of hers.

then Gianna saw him, the one thing she was missing, her brother. as if it was impulse but she ran to him, hugging him tightly. Gianna didn't see her brother for a very long time. "woah woah hey!" one of the girls shouted, trying to push you away from him

"hey! what is you're problem." she was quick to pull out her katana and point it at her, it was the Latina, and she was surely mean. "hey! hey! gia, that's my friend." glenn calmed you down. "wow finally got a friend? I'm so proud of you big bro!" she playfully punched his shoulder, her friends called her Gian while her family calls her Gia.

"you've changed." he smiled hugging her once again, mentioning to the dress and the katana. "oh well, the dress is when I was in really deep stuff, it was hard being alone for, exactly three years, seven months and twenty-nine days, glad it didn't reach eight months." Gianna laugh as her brother look at her in sympathy.

"Gia, I-i wished I would've found you sooner. I promised I never loss hope in you, I'm really really sorry." he sighs, while she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "oh please, it's fine big bro, you know I always enjoyed alone time. sure for not a long long time, but still. it's fine."

"hey, I'm T-Tara." one of the girls held her hand out for Gianna to shake, the girl-Tara seemed kind, she held a smile on her face, so for Gianna that was considered nice. "I'm Gian." Gia introduces herself, awkwardly shaking the girl's hand.

"I'm Rosita." her face was stern, it was clear that she didn't trust you. "okay, damn." Gia mumbled under her breath, scared for the Latina to hear. "what was that?" the Latina questioned, as Gia raised her hands in a act of surrender. "nothing."

it was clear that the Latina like being in control or not letting anyone get in her way, she had a tough and stubborn personality, of course she got that while one the way back to their base.

"you got married?!" Gia exclaimed, quite loudly, causing a walker to walk to them, but Gia quickly got rid of it. "yeah, she-she's the best." Gia noticed the way his eye light up whenever talking about his wife, Maggie.

"she's a farm girl huh." Gia chuckled, as Glenn kept on talking about multiple stories that happened while Gia was away, sad or happy, Gia was happy to hear all of it. Gia was the quiet child that used to eat alone in elementary, while her brother was the socially awkward guy who was loved by many teachers, because of his kindness.

"yeah she is." he replied, still smiling widely by just talking about his wife. "really? well you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy, or in your situation a cow girl." you ever so innocently smile, while going into a random store.

Rosita snickers while Tara laughs, Gia's brother just stood there shocked of what her younger sister said. "you really changed, and hey comeback, there might be walkers in there." Glenn called out to Gia, still so protective of her sister despite being twenty years old already.

"look! I found a picture frame!" Gia excitedly showed her brother, it was still intact, no shattering or on the frame. you wipe off the walker blood off of your katana's blade and your arm, surprisingly, your dress still had no stains.

"we can take our picture, as a family." Gia smiled widely, she was like a kid on a super rush. she was beyond excited to her the so-called wife of her brother, Maggie Rhee, and take a perfect family portrait, like how she always wanted.

"o-of course. that would be amazing. we'll show it to our future kids." Glenn smiled widely too, and what Rosita and Tara noticed that smiling or facial expressions was into the Rhee blood.

Rosita was always weirded out with people using their facial expressions or smiling too much, but with Gian it was different, as if she found Gian beautiful, but Rosita will never admit that, because it's not true.

but for Tara it's different, she knew she found Gian's smile beautiful. that's it. she's not ashamed admit it, she always believed in honesty is the best policy, but she was afraid.

"let's go to your camp now, I have lots of food." Gia says, as they begin to walk back to their camp. Gia was smart, so she knew to ration the food, she has. she settled to one meal a day to keep her alive, and remember she's smart, so she know how much nutrients one human body needs to survive.

with water it was different, it was only eight cups a day, she always has a cup with her, whenever she would run out of water, she would make a small filtration contraption near a river so she would get some safe to drink water.

and that's how she survived for so long. she was smart with how she survived, she was born to survive, in a apocalypse not a camping trip, she couldn't it would be to muddy or a lot of worms. that's why even in an apocalypse, Gia would often stay in the towns only not forests, she couldn't risk getting her dress dirty.

"who is this?" a tall, burly, red headed guy asked. "I'm Gian, Gianna Rhee." one thing about Gia was she could never back down from a fight, whether it was someone twice her size or someone older than her, she never backs down from a fight, that's what makes her reckless.

"she's my sister. she's a great asset to this group." Glenn explained, trying to get her to stay. "no." the red-headed man, said sternly. "what?"

"she looks weak. we can't afford someone weak." the man added, making Gia's eyebrows furrow. "what? me? weak." Gia laughed in recklessness of what she is about to do. "I could take you in a fight."

"Gia, I love you but you are going to die." Glenn whispered in Gia's ear. "try me." the red head stepped a step closer to Gia, while Glenn stepped in front of you. "hey, hey, why don't we calm down? we can talk things out."

"well, big brother. it seems your friend here is not a man of words, can't say I'm not the same." and once again, the red head stepped closer. nothing scared Gia, other than the one person she loves the most dying, but other than that she was fearless.

"c'mon. try me. hit me with your best shot."

"oh, you trying to quote song names with me now? then let's get this party started." Gia said, as Glenn finally stopped the two. "hey! we are keeping her in the group no matter what you say."

"why don't we vote on it? raise your hand if you want her to stay." the red headed man steps back. Tara's hand was sweetly immediately put up, along with Glenn's and Maggie.

you waved hi, to Maggie and she waves hi back. "majority wins." Gia shrugs, scrunching her face in a way of apology but she keeps on smirking. "fine, we can keep her. but we have to get more food each week."

"oh don't worry I have an ed." Gia jokes, giving the red headed man backpack filled with food and water. "Gia." Glenn playfully smack her shoulder in a way of scolding. "what? it's better to joke about it, rather than sulk about it."

she went through a lot in the normal world, sure her parents were beyond proud hearing their daughter had been granted a scholarship at Harvard, but the way there was terrible. Gia had spent nights studying until the sun rises or physically and mentally hurting herself whenever she would five or more wrongs on a quiz or an exam.

she was just a kid, she didn't know how to cope with it. no one had ever taught her that, so she just decided that the universe get to choose on how people cope, and the universe had given her an ed, and almost trips to a mental facility.

but hey, Gia's still alive, so all of the is gone, past is past, just like Gia always says. "hi, I'm Glenn's sister. you can call me Gia." Gia says, smiling as she hugged her sister-in law. "I guess I officially consider you now as my family, so you can call me Gia."

"I'm Maggie." her accent came out, and from that it was obvious she was an a farm girl. "yeah, glenn told me all about you." Gia chuckled, realizing how much her brother loved the girl.

"Gia! come here." Glenn calls out to you, as you excuse yourself from Maggie. "what is it?" she asks walking to her brother. "how do you find food? or at least safe to drink water."

"well I ration them, I ration them to one meal a day. and I find food quite easily because I raided the grocery stores second day of the apocalypse. I found a lot." Gia explains. "well what if that food runs out?" a man with a stupid haircut asks.

"well, for water, I would go to a lake, build a small filtration device and the rest is history, for food I would raid houses." Gia responds to the man, as the group listens clearly. "what filtration device is that?"

"you know a classic. cloth and a water bottle, or distillation."

"distillation? does that not take a long time?"

"woah, are you smart like me too? but yeah It did, but hey, it's pretty much the cleanest, with the items we have now."

"wow she's smart."

"you too. what's your favorite element?"

"hydrogen."

"sorry, lithium or lead, 'cause you know lead and j." Gia jokes, in which for the first time, someone actually laughed, then the two of them geek out on science facts. "nerds." Rosita called Gia and man with bad haircut.

"we're just smart. doesn't mean we're nerds." Gia rolls her eyes, and Rosita just walks away, staring at Gia one more time before going somewhere. Rosita didn't like Gia that much, it was obvious, well she rarely like anyone new anyways, but for her Gia was some what kind and smart, Rosita did find Gia a little bit of cute when she and Eugene geeked out and started spreading their useless science facts.

Rosita noticed how Gia's eyes glimmer when talking about science, Rosita notices the little things about Gia, not that she wanted it she just noticed it. like how she has one hand warmer, Rosita thought it was to hide Gia's scars on her wrist, but she could be wrong.

also on how Gia's wearing light pink and white socks with different design, indicating the other pairs were lost. on how she has a scar on her calf, apparently from a tree branch. how Gia's clothes were spotless, clean as if there was no apocalypse or any walkers.

Rosita also noticed how Gia's katana had pink bow on it's handle, or the little drawings on Gia's converse. Rosita noticed the little things, again, she didn't know why. it just appeared to her, despite Gia's bubbly personality, you can see that even someone as happy as her can go through a lot.

Rosita liked that, not Gia. just the idea, no. just the small things about her. no. she doesn't like anything about Gia.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!! 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!!

#rosita espinosa smut #rosita x reader #rosita espinosa x reader #the walking dead show #the walking dead #twdu #twd #twd fanfiction #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x oc

[summerf0x]

I feel like the reason I don’t find Glory interesting is because she feels like a fandomized version of herself in the source material.

(I would like to preface my ramblings by saying that I hate hate hate using the term “Mary Sue” because that’s usually a) mysogonistic or b) people laughing at kid’s oc’s. And Glory is not this label! She mostly falls into the trap of being the author’s favorite character.)

Glory’s not really flawed in the same way that the main cast is; Clay struggles with being told that he’s a monster since birth and worries that he might hurt the others as a result, Tsunami can be reckless and quick to violence without considering other routes, Starflight has problems with taking initiative and overthinks things to the point of hesitance, and Sunny can be overly optimistic in a dire situation. Compared to these Glory is just… kind of mean sometimes?

We see the consequences of these flaws numerous times. Clay fails to win in most arena battles because he doesn’t want to live up to the title of monster. Tsunami’s friends doubt her and consider her overtly violent when she kills Gill and attacks the Skywing soldier. Starflight’s indecision causes the Nightwings to attack the rainforest earlier. Sunny’s willingness to see the best in Smolder results in him locking her and Thorn in the mail room.

These flaws also relate to the character’s greatest strengths. Clay channels his strength into protecting his friends, taking a dragonbite viper bite to the leg (his thoughts of being a monster are also what allows him to empathize with Peril, but that’s not a typical strength). Tsunami’s bravery allows her to move first while others might be hesitant, finding out that the statue was enchanted. Starflight’s mind allows him to discover the Nightwing’s plans and escape the island. Sunny’s willingness to see the best in others allows her to befriend Smolder and ultimately find out where the Eye of Onyx is because she was willing to work with Flower/Rose to dig it up.

Glory’s sarcastic attitude to everything makes the other characters view her as cool. The only other “flaw” is that she’s willing to use her venom on others, but every instance it’s the morally acceptable and correct choice. She is never ostracized from the Rainwing community for doing so, despite the fact that they don’t do the same out of horror at the suffering it causes.

The way she’s viewed by the rest of the dragonets is also shallow in comparison to the others. Clay is seen as a protector even before the Skywing palace despite his own thoughts of being a monster; the other dragonets trust him with their lives. Tsunami is seen as a loose cannon who cares deeply about their safety. Starflight is seen as the smart guy who always has a backup plan or knowledge they can use to keep themselves safe but a bit of a coward. Sunny is seen as an optimist who’s often infantilized because of her outlook on the world.

Glory is just sarcastic and cool. She’s also the solution to a lot of their problems. Needing to escape the Skywing palace? Glory melts Scarlet’s face with her venom. Need an army to fight the Nightwings? Glory becomes the queen of the Rainwings. Need to alert the group about the Nightwing attack plan? Starflight talks to her because Clay’s too focused on food in his dream, Tsunami’s having a nightmare, and Sunny’s too happy in hers. Need a place to put the Nightwings? She also becomes their queen.

I don’t think this is a her only issue either. Rainwings are just comically overpowered in comparison to everyone else. They’ve got camouflage scales that work so well you might as well be able to turn invisible, venom that “If it gets in your eyes or bloodstream, you’re dead, almost instantly. If it hits your scales, you only wish you were.” (Mastermind in The Dangerous Gift), and blow darts that knock you out almost instantly.

In comparison to the other tribes, being able to breathe fire, frost, or hit someone with a tail barb seems tame. Fire is a general thing that everyone knows about and seems to have some level of burn resistance to, frostbreath fails if the user is too warm, and Sandwing venom has a very well known cure that can be found in the vast desert or purchased at market stalls. The only cure to Rainwing venom is… venom from a family member. That is so many hoops you have to jump through I will list them now.

You have to survive an attack.

You have to identify your attacker.

You have to find your attacker’s relatives and get them to spray venom in your wound before it eats away at your body.

Like…

Rainwing venom is rather fast, and if a relative isn’t on immediate standby there’s not much you can do to stop it. It’s hysterically overpowered even with a “weakness”.

This relates to Glory because there’s not many problems she can’t solve by spraying someone with venom and there aren’t many situations in which case it would be beneficial to not spray someone with venom.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I can’t write analysis for Glory the same way I could the other dragonets because she lacks a deeper foundation to go off of.

And that sucks! Glory’s upbringing has taught her that she’s worthless and she uses sarcasm to soften the blows! That’s an interesting character! They just… never do anything with it aside from #Girlboss moments.

TLDR: Rainwings are OP and this makes Glory less interesting as a result.

#wof #wof analysis #wings of fire #glory wof

[kanekiswiife]

Zombieland  PT. 1

Fem!Reader x Soobin, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu 

The collapse of modern civilization leaves you stranded in a wasteland filled with flesh-eating living-dead corpses. The decaying humanoid mutations plague the city, forcing you to leave your apartment in search of supplies despite you having zero (0) survival instincts. Of course the world has ended, but you'll be damned if that stops you from trying to woo the cute group of boys who you find yourself surviving alongside of.

 This is a zombieland movie inspired fic, meaning I am not original ! 

TW: This fic includes

Brains, guts, GORE! 

Hand holding!

Lame fighting scenes!

more gore! 

Homie-hopping reader!

Stolen scenes from the amazing movie that is Zombieland 

Bi female reader!

You were a hardcore survivor.

A ruthless zombie-killing machine with impeccable cat-like reflexes (learned through video games but that doesn't matter)

You could do parkour if you wanted to, really. I mean you've never really done it before but you were confident enough in yourself to know if push came to shove you could probably scale a building or pull yourself over a ledge with sheer upper body strength...because adrenaline, duh. Yeah, maybe even do a back flip if the occasion called for it, no biggie (you have never done a back flip in your life).

I mean how hard could it really be? Dying light, The Last of Us, Resident Evil, Left 4 Dead, all taught you what it meant to be prepare yourself in a zombie apocalypse. Yeah, you were a survivor.

Or at least you like to think of yourself as one.

In your twenty-two years of existence you would often describe yourself as a main character. You were good-looking, smart-enough-to-make-it-into-an-average-college smart, kind of athletic (passing PE with a C plus), and very heavily into video games and comics, but more importantly you were good-looking.

So once again, yes. You were a survivor. Or at least you were the textbook definition of a survivor given your current predicament of maybe being one of the last actual living, breathing, non-zombified person in the state...maybe even the country. The outbreak began in the United States, and the government was quick to close down national borders to prevent the infection from continuing to spread, though what have they done since then? Nothing. Or you assume nothing given that it had been eight weeks and no new information was being broadcast anywhere. You assume they cut their losses and decided to colonize another country; naming it the New United States of America, or something along those lines.

Honestly, it's amazing how quickly things can go from bad to worse. Shit hit the fan in a matter of hours after patient zero ate a contaminated pack of gas station sushi and subsequently ended all of America. Since then, it had been two months. The broadcasting systems began looping the same content after the fifth day, probably because the news anchors and production team were eaten. The only display on your TV for the next week after the initial outbreak was the the typical emergency alert warning citizens to stay indoors and barricade all windows and entrances, avoiding contact with the infected or any individual who might be exhibiting aggressive and symptomatic behavior.

You didn't have to be told twice. You stayed inside your cozy little apartment for the next two months (meaning: Until today). You remained hopeful that your dear country and aiding government leaders would come up with a plan to evacuate any remaining citizens but that hope quickly vanished and was soon replaced with bitterness. The only two good things about your situation were 1) you knew your parents were safe, probably house hunting in the Bahamas by now and 2) being that you were a broke college student you had bulk packets of long lasting cheap food and bottled water.

Yeah, the lucky bastards had decided to go on a vacation a week before the outbreak. Maybe If you hadn't been such an introvert then perhaps you would've accompanied them to their trip in the Bahamas where they were still staying at, safe and sound enjoying margaritas by the beach.

But no. the new season of Attack on Titan was dropping and you wanted to binge.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, because you were now down to your last ramen packet and the electricity—which had surprisingly lasted a while—had been cut off since three days ago. You knew your decrepit cheap ass apartment was probably an isolated building that experienced electricity loss since you knew for a fact the building owner never invested in newer appliances and thus your building would experience very frequent black outs.

All that being said, today was the day you were putting your survival instincts to good use as you were planning on leaving this dump and scavenging for supplies.

You had your laced your cute combat boots up extra tight and gave them a double knot so you didn't trip and fall. You squeezed into your favorite pair of jeans that made your legs and ass look amazing (You don't blame the zombies for wanting a piece of you, honestly) and an iconic cropped tight fitted T that said "Bite me" with a heart at the end (it's giving 2014 "she put her hair up in a messy bun" Wattpad fic but i just wanna emphasize how HOT you are)

You adjusted your baseball cap, grabbing a hold of your titanium bat and adorably small potted barrel cactus before flinging your duffel over your shoulder and letting out a determined huff. Thankfully your dog was with your parents in the Bahamas, so all you had to look out for was Flora, your cactus. Lulu was one lucky dog.

You gave your home one last look before exiting into the dingy hall way of your gross apartment building. Brown dried up blood sprayed the walls and some mysterious green substance pooled against the ceiling but those things had been there since before the outbreak, so had the cracked widows so really nothing out of the ordinary for you. You thot-walked to the elevators at the end of the hall and frowned, of course they weren't running, the electricity was out. You stopped for a second and used your big brain. you were in the fifth floor, jumping from a window was a no-go so you would have to settle for the scary emergency stairs you dreaded using even before the outbreak.

You held your breath as you made it out into the emergency exit hallway, peaking down and then up at the rows of stairs that were dimly lit by the dirty ass windows. You decided to drop a loose piece of tile down the five flights of stairs you had to go down, letting it crack loudly as it made contact with the ground floor, and then you waited. Listening closely in case you heard snarling gathering where the tile dropped, yet nothing but silence followed.

"Ok!" you silently cheered, looks like you were going to make it out of this building in one piece!

bouncing down the stairs happily, you began humming to yourself only to stop short as a pathetic yell startled you.

You jumped in place and stopped. Two beats of silence passed and your heart began decelerating. Had you imagined it? Had you imagined such a pathetic and voice cracked infused scream? Or was there really a twelve year old girl wandering these halls? You didn't have to ponder for long because a second later the door on the floor right above you slammed opened followed by multiple foot steps running down the stairs catching up to you.

You stood petrified as you made eye contact with the man who continued to let out pathetic whimpers as two zombies gurgled and moaned following behind him closely.

His eyes widen at your figure and he began waving his arms back and forth frantically

"Run! Run!" Yeah, there was no mistaking the voice cracks as he yelled at you, this had been the supposed twelve year old little girl, except it was a six foot tall man squealing. And said six foot tall man and his pack of zombies were approaching you quickly. You rouse yourself from your stupor and let out a wail matching the guy behind you as you turn and begin booking it down, even skipping some of the steps in order to reach the front entrance faster all the while the man is yelling more incoherent words mixed in with "Go's" and "hurry's"

"Why did you lead them hereee!" You finally make it to the ground level and immediately book it to the sign that read EXIT in big red letters. Your heart had leaped into your throat and the adrenaline that surged through you made you reach the door in two seconds flat. You throw yourself onto the door, slamming it open and then quickly do a 180, fully intent on slamming the door shut on this man-child who instilled the fear of god into you for no good reason.

You clutch the handle and go to slam it back shut only to make pitable eye contact once again with the behemoth of a man. He looked so sad.

Dammit. Pathetic men always got to you.

You hesitated and motioned with your hand for him to hurry leaving the door open just an inch for him to squeeze through. His long legs didn't do him justice, it felt too long until he was close to the door

and then...!

he trips!

You watch in what feels like slow motion as he clumsily tumbles over his giant feet before finally slamming onto the concrete a few feet from the door. You smile in disbelief.

There's no way haha...

without thinking you allow your duffel bag to fall off your shoulder alongside your cactus before flinging yourself back into the hall way bringing your bat up in position as the first zombie reached for you. You swing with all your might and thank GOD you make solid contact. The sound of it's jaw cracking followed by blood hitting the floor like thick water would have definitely made you hyperventilate (You just demolished a use-to-be person) but you didn't have time to process it as the second zombie crashed into you before you could even blink. You yell as it grabs you by the shirt and tugs you impossibly close to its clamping jaws except it only ends up biting your bat as you managed to bring it up between the two of you last second.

All you could hear were your own screams mixed in with the growling and gurgling of the infected. All you could feel were its hands ripping your cute shirt and suspending you in the air for a second before he was yanked off you. You thud onto the floor and gasp, inching yourself backwards until your back hits the wall, eyes frantically watching as the man you saved throws the zombie against the wall before he cocks his revolver (You were going to chew him out for not bringing it out earlier) and shoots the he-zombie point blank. You let out another gasp and bring your hands up to cover your ears as the loud boom echoed throughout the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel thick liquid and brain matter splatter onto your face and hair.

There's a ringing in your ears and for a second this all feels fake. The aching of your arm after you slammed onto the ground, the blood running down your face, your nails digging into your scalp as you desperately try and block out any noise from entering your ears.

You don't care to look and see if the other zombie went down with the one blow you gave it, or if the man was still in front of you. You just wanted everything to stop.

There's no way this is happening There's no way this is happening There's no way this is happening There's no--

You feel two large hands press themselves against your own covering your ears and you allow your eyes to flicker open. Thankfully his tall frame kneeled in front of you blocked your view from the zombie gore, and the warmness of his hands stopped your blood pressure from dropping too much. You didn't feel like going into shock at this moment.

The two of you stare at one another for a few seconds.

You watched as his chest heaved up and down then his lips begin moving but you can't hear him. Slowly he releases his hands from atop your own and you unhook your nails from your hair.

"Are you okay? I-I'm really sorry for tripping like that and—and involving you—"

"Can you carry me?"

"W-what?"

"I...um, I don't think I can w-walk right now a-and I kinda really wanna get out of this hallway" You whisper. He stays silent for a second before nodding slowly then faster.

"Right, just close your eyes" you feel him getting closer and you instinctively squeeze your eyelids shut as he moves out of frame. His hands move underneath your knees which were already up at your chest and then his arm slips around your waist. You don't open your eyes until you feel the hot sun hitting your face and you hear the door closing behind the two of you.

He stops, and you can tell he doesn't know whether to put you down or give you a moment to gather yourself, so he awkwardly sways in place and then...he begins rocking you like a baby.

"Shh shh, it's okay" he pats your thigh. What the hell?

"Okay not too much now" You untangle yourself from his arms and flop down a little ungracefully to the ground while the guy runs his hands through his hair and looks around awkwardly yet again.

"Sorry, you looked like you were going to throw up or something—oh yeah, just like that" You interrupt him as bile projectiles out of your throat onto the the grass at his feet.

"That's—damn, okay" he mumbles side stepping from the splash zone. You yak and dry heave a few more times, placing your hands on your knees to balance yourself before bringing the back of your wrist up to your lips.

"Feel better?" You give him a side-eye and he smiles akwardly.

"I'm—ahem" his clears his throat after a voice crack "—I'm Soobin" he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet while waiting for you to introduce yourself but you don't.

"Ok...I'm gonna go, Soobin" Your voice is hoarse after all that vomiting, but you don't care. You stumble past Soobin, stopping for a second as you see how close your duffel bag and cactus are to the doorway of the building but you compose yourself much quicker and swipe down to pick them up before turning back around and reaching for your bat you assume Soobin had dragged out when he picked you up.

"Haha okay—wait no, I mean where are you heading? You lived in 507 right?" you hear him follow behind you as you made your way onto the street. You didn't know where you were going but at this point you didn't care you just wanted to find somewhere to sleep for the next 24 hours after this ordeal. Soobin seemed much more composed after just shooting a use-to-be-human in the head and watching his brain splatter against the wall.

"I was your neighbor—well not really, I lived on the third floor actually but I would see you from time to time getting your mail—which is why I know your name is Y/N L/N, right?" You stop and turn to face his creepy ass sharply.

"That was a weird thing to say, Soobin. You think just because you're attractive you can go stalking people like that?" His face pales

"No! I'm so sor—you think I'm attractive?" he sputters and you stare in half amazement and half in shock because no way is he getting bashful over a compliment after what you two just went through.

"Have you killed those things before?" He rubs his red tinted ears and gives you a goofy smile

"huh? Zombies?" you nod.

"Well um yeah, it's been about two months since the outbreak. Kinda hard to avoid them, you know? Is—was it your....first time?" you nod again before turning back around and continuing your journey to God knows where with Flora hugged tightly to your blood soaked chest.

Right, you were the only shut in who hadn't left her house since the outbreak began. Even this nerd of a guy had a few kills under his belt. You needed to catch up, there was no way you were gonna be a burden to ANYONE.

Soobin continues to talk for a second before he realizes you had continued to walk and clumsily makes pace behind you

"So really um thank you! For not slamming the door in the face, I kinda thought 'no way she's gonna totally close the door and leave me locked in!' But then you didn't and ahh...yeah. Thank you! Again." He rambles. You don't have the heart to tell him you were about to close the door on his face.

"Thanks for saving me too" you say, finally stopping once you reach a four way street.

"Why don't you lead the way because I don't know where I'm going"

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