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[ro-is-struggling]

Just Friends || Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them. 

I suck at summaries, it's cute I promise!

Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth), Fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

English is not my first language

Word count: 4000+

Notes: I wrote this a long time ago and I completely forgot about it until a few days ago. I reread it and thought the concept was very cute and it was a shame that I never shared it with anyone. I asked you guys if you would like to read it and you said yes so here we are! I have a couple more fics that are almost ready to post so you might see more Bellamy on my blog. 

Also my requests are open for the 100 if you guys have any ideas you would like to see. For now I only write for Bellamy, but we’ll see if that changes

Y/N walked through the dark corridors of the spaceship in silence. She was upset. She had spent the last few hours tossing and turning in her bed trying to fall asleep but it was impossible. Her brain refused to shut up. It wasn't the first time this had happened to her. Ever since they had returned to space escaping the second nuclear apocalypse Y/N had started having trouble sleeping. Ironically, living there once again was much more peaceful and safe than her time on Earth. For the first time in years she could close her eyes without fear of being attacked by an enemy. But now what kept her awake was not the fear or guilt, but the uncertainty. There was so much she didn't know—when they would be able to return to Earth, how their friends were doing down there, what they would find when they got back—that she found it impossible to stop thinking about it. When the lights went out and she was left alone in the silence of what was now her room, all her brain did was think. And that night was no exception. 

Tired of tossing and turning and frustrated at not being able to sleep, Y/N decided it would be best to get up and try to clear her head. On Earth she probably would have taken the opportunity to go for a walk in the woods, letting the gentle breeze of air hit her body and clear her mind. He couldn't do that now, but over the course of days she discovered that looking out the ship's windows into space had a similar effect. So every night she settled in for a couple of hours to watch Earth from a distance and made a silent promise that she would return for her friends someday. 

This time when she arrived at her special place she discovered that someone else was already there. Bellamy was standing in front of the window with his hands inside his pants pockets. His eyes were fixed on Earth, but when Y/N approached she noticed his gaze was lost, probably immersed in his own destructive thoughts. She placed a hand on his back to let him know she was there causing him to turn for a moment to look at her.

"You can't sleep either, huh?" she said breaking the silence as she settled into her usual corner. Bellamy simply shook his head. "The thoughts that emerge when you're alone are the worst."

"Is that why you come here almost every night?" Bellamy finally spoke. His voice sounded deeper than usual and for a moment Y/N wondered if he had been crying. 

"Yes," she admitted. "For some reason it makes me feel better. It's like they're a little closer to me even though they're not really."

"Doesn't it make you feel worse?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "Knowing they're there and we're here and there's nothing we can do about it?" 

"Sometimes." She shrugged. "I miss them and I'm worried about them, but I know they're strong and they'll be okay. So when I feel bad I just look down to Earth and promise them I'll see them again." She admitted and Bellamy looked at her with a tired smile, amazed at her positivity. 

"I wish it were that easy."

"It's not, but it's all I can do for now so I can get a couple of hours of sleep."

The room fell silent. They both stared into the space in front of them again, lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the situation and how much they missed their friends. Bellamy appreciated Y/N's words. While they didn't ease the heaviness he felt in his chest, they gave him a different, more positive outlook, and helped him not feel so alone.

Without saying a word, Y/N rested his head on Bellamy's shoulder. Her eyes were still glued to the window, her gaze lost in the distance as she let out a slight sigh. Bellamy leaned in to look at her for a moment, before leaning his head back against hers in a subtle gesture of support.

"This will pass. We'll be back on Earth and everyone will be safe and sound wondering what took us so long." She broke the silence, resting a hand on his leg in an attempt to reassure her friend. Y/N knew exactly what kind of thoughts were going through his head because she had those same thoughts herself, but they had to stay strong. And she also knew that it was difficult for Bellamy to process those thoughts and emotions in a healthy way. He was a natural leader and a very empathetic person, so his instinct was to care about others before himself. He spent his days encouraging others, making sure they stayed positive, when he was struggling with that too and had no one to talk to. 

"You will see Octavia again and you'll hug one more time. This is not the end. Raven will find a way to get us back to Earth, you'll see."

Bellamy didn't respond with words because he feared that he would end up crying if he did. He simply smiled and put an arm around her to pull her closer to his body. She snuggled into his chest, giving him gentle soothing caresses to which he responded by depositing a kiss on the top of her head. Y/N understood what he wanted to tell her even though he had not used words. Over time she had learned to read Bellamy as if he were her favorite book—and in a way he was.

They stayed there, entangled in each other's arms and enjoying the warmth their bodies radiated for longer than they should have. Without either of them anticipating it, their eyes began to feel heavy. The exhaustion of the day was finally winning them over. The pose they were in was not the most comfortable for sleeping, and if they were in that situation with anyone else they would probably not be able to fall asleep. But there was something strangely comforting about being snuggled together like this, they just couldn't help but relax. Y/N was the first to fall asleep. The warmth Bellamy provided and the rhythmic beating of his heart was all she needed to finally be able to close her eyes and rest. Her breathing slowly stabilized and by the time Bellamy realized it, his eyes were already closing from exhaustion. 

They were discovered by Raven and Emori the next day, who woke them up with cheeky smiles on their faces. Y/N was puzzled by their expression, but after joining the others for breakfast she understood the reason behind their smiles. Everyone teased them and looked at them funny for the rest of the day, singing childish songs about how they were in love and making heart shapes with their hands every time they were together. It was pretty annoying, but neither Bellamy nor Y/N said anything about it. It was the first time since they had been back in space that they saw their friends genuinely laugh. They didn't mind having to endure a couple of harmless jokes if it meant their friends could clear their minds even for a little while.

"What's with you and Bellamy?" Raven asked nonchalantly, taking Y/N by surprise.

"I thought I was here for you to teach me something useful." The young woman replied, trying to evade the question. 

"And I will, but we can chat in the meantime."

Y/N looked at her blankly and rolled her eyes. It had been kind of nice to see everyone focus on something fun and lighthearted for once, but things were starting to get out of control. It had been weeks since that incident and she was still dealing with the consequences. She understood that the days on the ship were boring, but the constant comments from Raven, Emori and Harper especially were starting to get to her. She and Bellamy were good friends, but now she had to make sure none of them were in the room before approaching him unless she wanted to have to endure the stares of the girls pinned to her back. 

"I prefer to work in silence, it helps me concentrate." Y/N muttered without much encouragement and this time it was Raven's turn to roll her eyes. 

"Oh, come on, don't be mean. I just want to know."

"There's nothing you need to know because there's nothing between us, Raven. How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

"I can understand if you don't want to tell me, but at least don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you."

"Come on, Y/N, we're not stupid." Emori spoke. "We know there's something between you."

"We're just friends." Y/N interrupted her before she could continue. 

"Friends who sleep together every night?" Raven asked sarcastically. "I always see you two getting up together in the mornings and the other night I saw you sneaking into his room when you thought no one saw you."

"It's not what you think. We just stay up talking when we can't sleep." She excused herself, feeling the blood all over her body pool in her cheeks. She understood that that could be misinterpreted, but there was really nothing going on between them. They were just two friends finding solace in each other. Bellamy trusted her enough to open up about his feelings, and if there was anyone who needed a shoulder to lean on, it was Bellamy. Their talks were important to both of them, falling asleep together was just an accident that ended up happening. It wasn't her fault that in his arms she found the comfort and peace she needed to fall asleep. It didn't mean anything, did it? They were just really good friends. 

"Yeah, right." Raven let out a sarcastic laugh. 

"I'm telling you the truth, it's not my fault you don't want to believe me."

"Let me get this straight, you're telling me that you guys spend all day together, you even sleep together, you act like idiots when you're around each other, but you're just friends?" The engineer asked, looking at her friend with a raised eyebrow.

"We don't act like idiots when we're together!" Y/N complained. What was that supposed to mean anyway?

"Girls, leave her alone," Harper said, finally joining the conversation. 

"Thank you! Finally someone who's on my side." 

"Clearly she hasn't realized she has feelings for Bellamy yet. When she's ready to face it she'll tell us."

"Wait, what?" exclaimed Y/N in surprise. She definitely wasn't expecting that to come from her friend's lips. "I thought you were on my side!"

"And I am, but I can't deny what I see. It's pretty obvious when you're together, the way you look at each other says it all. You may be in denial now, but when you accept it I suggest you talk it over with Bellamy because it's obvious he has feelings for you too."

"I'm not in love with Bellamy and he's not in love with me! How many times do I have to say it? We're just friends." 

"So you wouldn't mind if I asked him out?" Echo asked, suddenly joining the conversation. She looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow, analyzing her body language as she waited for a response. The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but closed it almost immediately as a knot formed in her stomach. For some reason the idea of Echo and Bellamy together bothered her. But still that didn't mean she was in love with him, did it?

"No, of course not!" she rushed to reply as soon as she found her voice. She hoped that was enough to convince them, though the look on Echo's face told her otherwise.

"Why did you hesitate?" Raven pressed her with a smile on her face, fully aware that her friend was about to hit her to force her to shut up. 

"Oh for god's sake, would you just give it up already!" Y/N exclaimed, exhausted.  

"Okay, okay!" Raven laughed and put her hands up in defeat. She then went on to explain what she would be teaching him today, but no matter how hard Y/N tried she wasn't able to pay attention. All she could think about was Harper's words, echoing in her mind without giving her rest. Fortunately for her, Emori was paying attention and was able to follow Raven's lesson without her noticing her distraction. 

For the rest of the day her mind continued to be distracted, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to focus on the world around her. And what made her situation even worse was that she couldn't even look Bellamy in the eyes without remembering Harper's voice and Raven's looks. He noticed something was wrong with her, he was always able to tell when something was bothering her. Y/N saw it in his gaze, which was why she decided to lock herself in her room for the remainder of the day. She knew Bellamy would ask her what was wrong sooner or later and since she wasn't in a position to answer him at the moment, she made sure she had some time to clear her thoughts. 

After much debate with herself in the solitude of her room she came to the conclusion that Harper's words were ridiculous. It was impossible for her friend to know how she really felt about Bellamy before she herself realized it. That whole conversation had been ridiculous. They were just bored and looking for something to entertain themselves with.

But then she remembered the strange feeling that coursed through her body at the very idea of someone else starting a relationship with Bellamy.

'It wasn't just anyone, it was Echo', a voice in her mind said. 'It just bothered you because you don't know her that well and Bellamy is your friend. It's a normal reaction from a friend who cares about her friend and nothing more',  continuó, en un intento por convencerse a sí misma de que ese comentario no había despertado celos dentro de ella. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone entering her room. Y/N didn't even have to look up to know who it was. Bellamy walked over to her and in a whisper asked her if she was awake, something they always did when they would walk into each other's room unexpectedly. She answered him and moved aside to make room on the bed for him to lie down. Soon she ended up cuddled by Bellamy's body heat with her head resting on his bare torso as he stroked her back. That relaxed her, the tension she hadn't realized was building up in her shoulders soon disappeared. A smile formed on her face at the irony that he was the only one who could calm her in that situation. 

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked her in a whisper. "I noticed you were acting strange today and then you just disappeared."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She assured him. "I just had a lot on my mind, but I'm fine now."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. At least not for now." She murmured against his chest, not daring to look into his eyes fearing he would be able to read in them the thoughts that were going through her mind. "Why are you here? I feel like you didn't come just to ask me about my mood."

"And you'd be right." He admitted letting out a sigh. "I couldn't sleep." 

"The dreams again?"

"Yeah, only this time Clarke showed up too."

"You need to stop blaming yourself for that. It was her decision and we both know damn well we couldn't have changed her mind. We were all going to die there and she would never let that happen."

"No, but we did let her die." 

"Bellamy..." Y/N whispered. It hurt her to talk about it as much as it hurt him, but for some reason it hurt more to know that he was having those horrible thoughts and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  

"I know, I'm sorry." He interrupted her, letting out a tired sigh as he ran his free hand through his long hair. "You're right about everything, I know, but that doesn't make it any easier."

"I know how hard it is. I miss her too, but this is what she wanted. She saved us and now it's up to us to live our lives honoring her sacrifice and her memory." 

A comfortable silence formed in the room as they both enjoyed each other's company and tried to clear their minds. Y/N concentrated on the rhythmic beating of Bellamy's heart and the gentle caresses his fingers traced over her back, drawing imaginary figures on her skin. For a moment she forgot everything that had been bothering her during the day. The comments of her friends that had had her so anxious, faded out of her mind. It was as if all of a sudden everyone else had ceased to exist, as if the universe around them had disappeared and the only thing that continued to exist were the two of them. That was the special effect Bellamy had on her. He was able to bring her peace just with a simple hug or just a look. 

"Thank you" Bellamy murmured, catching Y/N's attention. 

"Why?" the young woman asked. She lifted her head to look at him, resting her chin on his chest as her curious eyes rested on his. 

"For always being there for me when I needed it."

"You don't have to thank me, I'd do anything for you, Bell, you know that." 

"I know, but I still want to. You have no idea how much you helped me with all this stuff we're going through. I honestly don't know what would happen to me without you by my side." 

"You'd be fine because you're strong, Bellamy. You're a survivor."

"I don't know, after everything we went through I don't think I could have made it this far without you," Bellamy said, his voice cracking. Y/N's heart squeezed in her chest. "If I had lost you there too I wouldn't have been able to continue.... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you're here with me." 

"Oh, Bellamy" Y/N whispered, deeply touched by her friend's words. She cupped one of his cheeks in her hand, gently stroking the skin with her thumb. He leaned his head over her hand and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of calm and happiness that the touch of Y/N's fingers awakened in him. When he opened them again he met his friend's intense gaze, charged with love and tenderness. Then, without realizing what was happening, they shortened the distance that separated them and joined their lips in a kiss. 

It was tentative at first. They had both let themselves be carried away by what they felt deep inside, and were testing whether it was a good idea or not. Y/N thought she would feel strange kissing him, that as soon as their lips brushed a feeling of awkwardness would run through her body and force her to pull away. But, much to her surprise, she felt quite the opposite. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, fitting together as if they had been created to be joined together. 

A tingling sensation spread throughout her entire body, starting at her lips and going to the tips of her toes, as Bellamy intensified the kiss. He pulled her closer to his body and she ended up sitting on top of him, one leg on either side of his waist. He cupped Y/N's face and deepened the union of their lips, their tongues caressing each other curiously. With his free hand, he explored every inch of skin within reach, arousing waves of electricity that coursed down Y/N's spine. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but despite that she couldn't tear herself away from Bellamy. His growing beard felt rough against the sensitive skin of her face, but the strange tingle only added a new sensation that mingled deliciously with the pleasure of the passionate kiss.

They kissed like they were desperate to feel each other's company. Like they were afraid of vanishing into thin air if they were separated. Like it was their last day left to live and this was the only chance they had to feel their soft lips together. 

They kissed with the desperation that came with having hidden —consciously or unconsciously— what they felt for each other. They needed to feel their lips together. They needed to feel the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the delicate touch of skin against skin awakening a flame inside them. They needed each other. They had spent too long pretending they were nothing more than friends to be able to control themselves now.

They only separated when the need for air forced them. Their breathing was rapid and their hearts were pounding in their chests. They rejoined their lips once more in a short, sloppy kiss before they had to separate once more. Only this time it was not because of shortness of breath, but because of the giggles Y/N was unable to control. She hid her face in Bellamy's neck in an attempt to calm down, taking the opportunity to deposit a couple of kisses there in between giggles.

"What's so funny?" Bellamy asked, puzzled by Y/N's sudden change in attitude. 

"Nothing, its just that today I almost beat Raven to get her to stop insisting that there was something between us that we weren't telling her." She murmured against his neck. This time it was Bellamy's turn to let out a laugh.

"I guess everyone figured it out before we did."

"She won't stop teasing us when she finds out," Y/N groaned, figuring her friend wouldn't stop reminding them that she was right from now on. 

"Probably, but it's worth putting up with his comments from time to time, isn't it?" Bellamy inquired, hiding in his words what he really wanted to ask her. 

Was it worth risking it all to bet on a relationship? 

He was more than willing to do it. Now that he finally understood—and accepted—his feelings he would do anything to be with her. 

Y/N understood the true message behind his words as soon as she heard him utter them. By now they knew each other so well that they were able to understand each other without even speaking. She pulled her head out of its hiding place in Bellamy's neck and sat up to look at him. His eyes watched her intently, waiting for the answer to her implied question. Y/N noticed a special sparkle in them, one she hadn't seen in him in a while. His eyes were shining with happiness. That put a smile on her face. Nothing made her feel better than seeing Bellamy happy. She reached out one of her arms to gently caress his cheek, sliding her thumb back and forth over the soft skin. He responded to her gesture by resting his hands on her waist, delicately touching the exposed skin her shirt didn't cover. Each brush of his fingers awakened a new tingle inside her. She could not understand how such a simple act could provoke such a reaction from her body. She had never experienced anything like that before. Only he had that effect on her. 

"Of course it's worth it!" assured Y/N. "I'm willing to put up with Raven teasing me for the rest of my life if it means I can kiss you again."

Bellamy smiled and was quick to rejoin their lips. It was a slower kiss than the last, much sweeter and more sensual. They had no reason to rush things anymore, they knew they both felt something more than friendship. They would have plenty of time to be together and memorize every corner of each other's bodies. It was better to go slowly, to enjoy every moment together, every caress, every kiss, as if it were the first. Find out exactly how they felt about each other and whether their relationship would have a future. Although judging by the way her body reacted to every slight touch of Bellamy's hands, Y/N was confident that they would be together for a long time.

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[skydoesthings]

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It's all your fault

Gem sighed, and yelled at Etho.  “Come on, Etho! Sweep the hull faster, it’s almost time for lunch!”

 She didn’t want to yell at him, at all, he was her amazing but sometimes pathetic older brother, but she’s been…touchy, lately. Dealing with some problems. Etho screamed back quickly.

“Jeez, Gem, I’m done, I’m done! Let’s eat.”

 “Finally.” Gem shot back, still upset. She hopped down from the crow’s nest on her beautiful ship, named Glamour. She was named by someone very special. And, yeah, Gem was a pirate. The captain of the seven seas. And she had a crew. An amazing one, but they were missing a member. The one closest to Gem. The one Gem had killed…

Etho walked up to Gem. “You okay?” He asked her, worried. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Come on, we need to round up the rest of the crew.” She said quickly, avoiding eye contact. As they walked, Gem felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and heard a familiar voice whisper in her ear.

“Oh Gem~”

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The whole crew was together for lunch. Well…most of the crew. Gem and Etho were there, and so were Grian, Scar, Impulse, Joel, False, Mumbo and Cleo. There was a person missing though…someone who couldn’t come back again. Her loss had hit Grian and Gem the hardest, and Grian couldn’t look Gem in the eyes anymore. They ate and talked, and as usual, the random creak of a floorboard and a sudden chilled breeze could be heard and felt only by Gem. She was the first to leave again, as usual. Scar tried to make her stay for longer, but everyone else had given up on her already. She went back to her cabin, sparring with the practise dummy. Suddenly, she heard soft footsteps, even though there was no one else in the room. She looked around, but no one else was there. Then, she heard the whispers again.

“Gem~”

“Y-you’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real.” The familiar voice sent Gem spiralling, as she fell to her knees. “Aren’t I?”

And then she materialised in front of her.

“It’s just me, Gem!”  The woman smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “It’s just Pearl.”

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The crew had hit rough patches. They were under attack by other pirates. Gem and Pearl were furiously fighting, and they were in a position where Pearl was behind Gem. Both of them had been pushed to the edge of the ship, and Gem was currently parrying the captain of the other ship. The enemy captain was an amazing fighter, and he was getting closer and closer.

“No, no, stay back, stay BACK!” Gem slashed furiously with her sword, killing the captain. She was going to turn to Pearl and help her, but then she heard a whisper from behind.

“Gem…”

Pearl couldn’t see Gem’s fight. No, she didn’t even know that Gem was fighting. From Pearl’s point of view, Gem slashed her on purpose. Gem immediately turned around, panicked.

“Oh my gods, Pearl I’m so sorry, I-“

She stopped. There was a huge slice through Pearl’s stomach, which had been done by Gem’s sword. Pearl’s organs were falling out of her stomach, and tears fell from her eyes. “I…I trusted you, Gem…” Her eyes went glossy, and she fell overboard. Gem snapped, tears streaming down her face. “PEARL!”

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Gem shot awake, gasping for breath, sweat streaming down her forehead, tear marks on her face. “Pearl…”

Scar came in. “Gem? Are-are you okay?”

She sighed. “I’m fine, Scar, just a nightmare.”

He got a sympathetic look on his face. “Do you maybe want to talk about it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, that would help…it was that day again. It was like I was reliving that day again. I KILLED her, Scar. I did. I’m the worst captain.”

Scar looked sad. “Pearl…” He then hugged Gem tightly. “It wasn’t your fault, Gem, it was an accident.”

Gem started to cry. “She’s dead because of me! She trusted me, and I killed her!”

Scar looked at her, but his face began to change. “Are you thinking about how much of a monster you are?~ Poor Gem, killed her crewmate, and now feeling sorry for herself.”

He wasn’t Scar anymore. He was someone else. Gem couldn’t speak, as this person went on. “You’re right, you know. You are a monster. And, your whole crew hates you~”

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“…Gem! GEM!” False was yelling, shaking her. Gem was on her knees on the floor, face white, unable to speak, but she managed to mutter out a word.

“F-False…” Gem didn’t trust herself to speak any more. She wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t anymore.

“Gem, are you okay? You weren’t responding to me at all.” False said, worried.

Gem sighed. “Do-don’t worry about me, False, I’m fine…”

“You don’t look fine.” False said flatly.

Gem changed the topic quickly. “So, what did you need me for?” She asked, getting up.

“Well, uh, Grian pushed Scar off of the poop deck-“ “HE DID WHAT?!”

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Gem fished Scar out of the water. “Seriously, Grian?”

“It was an accident!” He squawked indignantly.

An accident. The words echoed in Gem’s mind, but she suppressed it, and turned around to yell at Mumbo. “And you couldn’t do anything except stand there and laugh?!”

“I can’t swim!” He protested.

“My god…” Gem groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You three are actually impossible. Scar, don’t get pushed into the water again. Grian, please stop pushing Scar into the water. Mumbo, at least try to stop Grian from pushing Scar into the water. I’m going to go talk to more sensible people.” She said, reeling Scar in. “Thank you Gem…” Scar muttered, getting back on the poop deck.

Gem just sighed again, and left to talk to Impulse. “Why are those three such idiots?”

Impulse chuckled. “I don’t know, Gem!”

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Gem sat on the side of her bed, and sighed deeply. Like, really deeply. She was just so tired…the nightmares didn’t help either. She heard the strange creak of a floorboard again, but she just gave up, slumping onto her bed.

“Whatever’s there, go away. I’m not in the mood for dealing with you right now.” She groaned, burying her face in a pillow. She rolled over, exhausted with everything.

A breeze flew past again. It was always cold and creepy, but it seemed just a tad softer than usual. Then, it felt like the breeze had realized what it was doing and immediately got harsher. Okay then, the weird creepy breeze hates Gem too, apparently.

“Wallowing in self-pity again, Gem?~ Pathetic…”  The familiar voice rang in her ears, and as Gem tried to cover them, trying not to have a panic attack, the voice whispered again, louder more than anything. “That won’t work~”

The lights flickered slowly, and then shut off. The boat began rocking harshly, and lightning strikes were visible outside. The vague cries of the crew yelling “Storm!” seemed extremely loud to Gem’s ears. She hugged herself in fear, wide-eyed, and realized she was trembling. With shaky hands, she got up and lit a candle. She saw a black blob on the ground darting its way towards her, and then rising, forming the shape of a woman, a very tall woman, but a woman nonetheless. The candle blew out, and a heartbeat started ringing in Gem’s ears. Something really bad would’ve probably happened to her, but she chose that moment to pass out.

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The same scene played out again. The same nightmare-flashback, where Gem killed Pearl, but this time, it was different. At first, Gem couldn’t tell what was happening, but then she realised. Oh god, she was in Pearl’s body. She was witnessing Pearl’s point of view.

Pearl really couldn’t see that Gem was fighting. Pearl was fighting furiously on her own. Then, the world exploded with pain. The crew shouted with joy, but quickly turned silent. Even the enemy ship stopped fighting. Pearl looked down, and she saw a huge gash across her stomach, her guts falling out slowly. Pressed to the edge of the ship, she tried to clutch it for support, her arms, flailing wildly. Pearl couldn’t tell much, but she knew that Gem caused this. Why? Gem was her best friend, they cared so much about each other, Pearl trusted her with everything, why had she done this?! Did Gem actually hate her?! …Was Gem saying something? Pearl couldn’t hear her, everything was turning black, all she could do was say something hoarsely.

“I…I trusted you, Gem…”

Then, she fell overboard.

…

…

Why was Gem still in this dream?

But then, Gem understood. She saw a wispy shape come towards her, one that heavily resembled Pearl.

“Everything that happened, it was all your fault. You did this to me. You killed me. I’ll never forgive you. This will be your eternal punishment, Gem~ You will never wake up. I’ll never let you leave. I’ll never let you rest. You shouldn’t have killed me. Now, you’ll suffer.”

Pearl’s voice came out raspy, and vengeful. She opened her mouth, or a torn gash of what used to be a mouth, revealing inky blackness inside…and then she lunged at Gem. “It’s all your fault.”

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[punsmaster69]

12/MAR/20XX

"BROTHER?"

papyrus knocked on my door a few more times. he sounded upset.

still searching around my room, i looked again at the vacant spot on my ulna.

not under the bed, from what i could see. sure as hell not getting all the way under there to check, though.

under blankets?

a messy ball of sheets sits plainly in the middle of my mattress.

probably not.

the last two days are a blur, and i can't remember a few things.

where did i put it?

when did i take it off?

is that why my head hurts or am i somehow still hungover?

my brother calls my name again; the tinge of worry seeping through his tone snaps my thoughts into focus.

whatever papyrus was upset about, he'd definitely be more so if he saw that i didn't have the monitor on.

pulling down my sleeves fails; no jacket.

"(where-)"

scanning the area for only a moment before stopping, the image of my jacket hanging off the couch arm appears in my mind.

"(damn it.)"

i opt to cover my monitor-less arm with a baggy long-sleeved shirt i haven't touched in ages.

excuses and explanations flipped though my mind as i reach for the door handle.

" 'sup, bro-?"

"oh."

the reason for my surprise suddenly dangled in front of my face.

"I WAS WORRIED SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE ALL QUIET."

"REGARDLESS, NOW THAT I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT..."

he dropped the dangling reason into my hand, and put his hands on his hips.

"WHEN DID YOU EVEN TAKE IT OFF?"

with an oddly shaky hand, i start re-attaching the device to my arm.

"dunno."

i struggle a bit with the latch.

"DO YOU KNOW WHY IT WAS UNDER A PILLOW, SHOVED IN A DRAWER??"

a vague memory of irritatedly trying to silence the beeping device flashed through my mind.

"..got annoyed, i think."

papyrus leans down to help attach it to my arm, pausing to take note of my unintentional tremorings.

he turns my arm over to properly re-enable the device. papyrus frowns when it turns red within seconds of being on.

his face tells me he's forming a plan about something - i interject.

"you, uh. reckon i could get something to eat before anything else?"

papyrus pulls himself back to the current moment.

"RIGHT. THAT WOULD A GOOD IDEA."

"......huh."

"can't actually remember the last thing i ate."

"WELL, I TRIED TO GET YOU TO EAT A LITTLE YESTERDAY... BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE MUCH."

"..."

"huh?"

i wracked my (metaphorical) brain for any other memories past being a few drinks in at grillby's.

practically nothing.

"...WHAT'S THAT LOOK?"

"IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"jeez. i'm gettin' way worse hangovers than i used to."

——

"SURELY THIS IS NOT THE ONLY SOLUTION."

i summoned another bone into the pile.

"well. it's the easiest way."

"I... I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO SUMMON YOUR SPECIAL ATTACK, BUT..."

"..i don't know if it's a good idea, bro."

"IF YOU DON'T FIRE IT, MAYBE YOUR EYE WON'T, UM."

he shifted his feet around in the grass.

"E-EXPLODE."

"......"

picking myself up off the ground, i slowly raised my arm and-

"WAIT, WAIT!"

"..?"

"M-MAYBE IT'S NOT A GREAT IDEA AFTER ALL. FORGET IT."

"YOU CAN TRY SOMETHING ELSE! LIKE..."

papyrus looks frantically around, as if the solution would be around us in the yard somewhere.

rather than piling bones again, i summoned bones from the ground in a single-file line beside me. one of the bones accidentally strikes a red ball that frisk must have left behind, launching it in the air.

"whoops."

immediately, i have to summon a barricade between me and the ball getting ready to make impact with my skull.

papyrus picks the ball up... i can see gears turning in his head.

he throws it directly at me.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙠.

it hits a wall of my own bones in front of me.

"...uh-"

launching it into the air again with his own attack, papyrus tosses it a little softer at me.

rather than guard, i catch the ball this time. again, i give my brother a confused look before tossing it back to him. papyrus makes a face.

"NO, USE YOUR MAGIC TO SEND IT BACK!"

shooting from the dirt below him, a precisely-aimed attack strikes the ball from his hands directly into the air. with his right hand he yanks the bone out of the ground. that bone, which he spins before using it to smack the ball towards me once more.

tucking my own right hand in my pocket, i step back and summon an attack with my left.

we bounce the ball back and forth a few times this way, but papyrus quickly changes things.

he pretends to miss smacking the ball, de-summoning the bone last second and instead just grabbing and hurling it above his head into the air as far as he could.

a bone shoots from the yard behind me, bouncing the ball in my direction.

it wasn't going super fast.. still, i could tell he switched because he wanted me to alternate methods as well. so, i propped up the bone i was using and summoned two long bones connected by a center one. setting the oddly-shaped attack on the propped up bone, i crouched below it just in time as the ball landed on the attack - it rolled down the bones like a slide. with a tiny attack to boost it at the end, i return the ball to my brother.

he catches it in his hands with a look of surprise on his face.

"...YOU MADE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR ATTACKS."

i looked at the strange bone-slide. it's certainly different from anything i would have done before. what possessed me to make it, i'm not sure.

"whoops."

"...THAT ATTACK IS..."

my brother inspects the construction a few times, tucking the ball under his arm as he does a few circles around it.

"YEP, FOR SURE."

"IT'S JUST AS I THOUGHT."

"THAT ATTACK PATTERN..."

"..?"

"...IS SUPER COOL!!"

papyrus jumps up and down excitedly around me in a circle.

"..thanks, bro."

"SEE?! YOU CAN DEFINITELY DO OTHER THINGS WITH YOUR ATTACKS!"

"I WILL NOT LET YOU LIMIT YOURSELF! STARTING NOW, NO LONGER WILL YOU RESTRICT YOURSELF TO EXCLUSIVELY PILING BONES!!"

the slight feeling of accomplishment i had gotten from actually doing something was quickly replaced with mild dread.

i'd just unintentionally raised the standard bar of effort for me off the floor.

i make a swift movement with my foot to knock the structure off-balance a little when papyrus isn't looking directly at me.

"it is pretty cool, huh?"

"it's really a-"

the bones all clatter against each other as they fall into the grass beside me. i make a show of looking visibly upset.

"oh no..."

"i had done so good....."

"guess i'll just have to stick to my normal attacks. what a shame, really."

"i just wasn't ready for the responsibility."

"NONSENSE, BROTHER! THAT JUST MEANS YOU NEED MORE PRACTICE. WORRY NOT, HOWEVER!"

papyrus puts a hand confidently to his chest and his cape immediately catches a breeze that wasn't there.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, PROMISE TO ASSIST YOU IN YOUR ATTACK PRACTICING JOURNEY!!!"

"..........cool."

"I KNOW! NOW, SHALL WE CONTINUE?"

i look at the device on my wrist. papyrus notices this, and instantly appears beside me to look as well.

green.

"...another time."

with a wave of my hand, i de-summon all of my attacks and park myself under the shade of a nearby tree.

"i'm low on battery."

"...."

papyrus sits cross-legged in the grass beside me.

he begins to toss the ball up and down by himself. the rhythmic sound of him tossing and catching it, the comfort of leaning against a tree - a tree that's not some coniferous one, like all the ones we had ever seen back then.

i close my eyesockets.

...

the sound of him catching the ball stops.

i peek open one eye.

"...MUST YOU CALL IT BATTERY?"

"hm?"

"CAN YOU NOT SIMPLY SAY THAT YOU ARE TIRED? EXHAUSTED? WEARY? DEPLETED?"

"bone-tired?"

"EXACTLY! WHY NOT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"what, i can't call it battery?"

"WELL-"

"which it clearly is because we take those?"

whipping around to face me.

"WE DO NOT!!"

"yeah, you're right."

"SO WH-"

"i switched to solar power."

with a decent amount of force, he slams the ball into the ground and it bounces away.

"NO! YOU ALREADY ADMITTED TO THAT BEING A HOAX. WE ARE 𝙉𝙊𝙏 DOING IT AGAIN!!!"

"you just hate that your model's more outdated than mine now."

"UGH!"

loud, dramatic sigh.

"WHY DO YOU ATTEMPT TO DELUDE ME OVER THIS RIDICULOUS THING, BROTHER?"

"i'm not deluding you at all."

"THEN MAYBE YOU ARE SIMPLY DELUSION𝘈𝘓."

"nah."

"YOU HAVE TO BE."

i flip the back of his cape over his head.

"nah."

he grabs my hood and pulls it over my head to cover my face.

"DEFINITELY ARE!"

flipping it back up, i lightly punch his shoulder.

"naahh."

papyrus punches back just as gently, then scooches backwards to lean beside me against the tree.

"CERTAINLY, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MARBLES."

he lets himself loosely fall sideways, sinking his weight into me a little.

"they're all here. i could even count 'em for you."

"CLEARLY NOT, AS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE 𝘛𝘈𝘞-KING ABOUT."

"NYEHEHEHE."

"......"

"..took me a second. nice, though."

"MH."

he yawns.

"huh."

"maybe i'm solar powered, and you're solar..."

"solar."

"....can't think of the reverse of powered. drained? battery'nt?"

"dunno. do y-"

my brother, who's usually protesting against my daytime naps, had fallen asleep rather quickly in the comfort of the shade.

"..heh."

"can't blame you."

i shelve my idea to tease papyrus about it for now, instead taking the opportunity to follow his lead.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #((context in case someone doesn't know; “taw” is what the big/shooting marble in the game of marbles is called))

[panimoonchild]

Never believe Russian narratives about Ukraine

Part I

Ukrainians respect the diversity of their people. All form of love, skin color and religion don't matter to us. We are sincere, loving and courageous people. I recently rid of the shadow ban and took part in sng challenge. And of course I couldn't help but talk about the Russian-Ukrainian war. So I will share with you the songs like of ours and foreign artists and the events that fit them or happened that day. Today - Day 14: Piano Guys - Epiphany I can be creative because I thought that it would not be possible to mention us on the day of the wedding song. Fact: well-armed Ukrainian army - Ukrainians are protected and happier. Yesterday - Day 13: Aerothmith - Dream On How lovely, modern Mariupol was. I miss you. I wish I had taken our photo albums with us from Donetsk in 2014. Only memories remain. Tat picture of the last protest for Ukraine in Mariupol makes me devastatingly sad. Wait a little longer, you'll come back to the Homeland💙💛 Day 12: Asking Alexandria - Someone, Somewhere 10th of the March - Day of the national anthem in Ukraine. And my music taste is relatable too. Because lines "Even though I'm on my own, I know I'm not alone / 'Cause I know there's someone, somewhere praying that I make it home" hit close to home. Day 11: Disturbed - The Sound of Silence I barely see any mention of Nikopol that day. That's upsetting. We must keep reminding the world about Russian war crimes. Day 10: Skladno - Azovstal There's were manifestation about Free Azovstal Defenders in Ukraine and throughout the world. Mariupol has special place in my heart. I spent 10+ years of my life on summer vacation there and in the selo (village) of Berdyanske. Two photoes from there save only in Facebook. Others remained only as memories. Day 9: Tember Blanche - Ти живий (You are alive) & Ницо Потворно - Русні пизда Thanks to AFU, I can listen to our artists and live my life. Support Ukraine in the right way - arm us. Day 7: Straylight Run - Hands in the sky I felt broken 'cause Russia corrupted my second hometown basically and traumatized my old childhood memories. Day 6: Туча (Tucha) - russia is a terrorist state Rescueing operation finally ended in Odesa. Russia again killing as many Ukrainian as they can. But that day their targets were babies and kids. Nothing new but pain our people feel are agonizing. Day 5: Карна - Добрий вечір (Karna - Dobryy vechir) Next day after Russian terrorist attack in Odesa. Death toll have been increased.

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[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

The Casual Killing of Black Female Characters on Camera

This is a rant of sorts. An outcry, if you will, about the number of times that TV will find entertainment in the onscreen deaths of Black female characters, whether or not it makes sense.

And even at times when it does narratively, the fact that we have to see it, and the fact that she could be recurring, even a main character does not strike confidence within any Black female viewer who might want to use television as an escape from Black femicide and misogynoir.

It is literally inescapable.

Sometimes, you could say, "Well, its the nature of that show, to show us death onscreen. Seeing a Black female character die shouldn't effect you any more than any of the deaths in this fandom..." but... how many Black women were even there? How much representation was provided for them? Even in a show filled with them, seeing another Black woman killed, especially if done so brutally, can be hurtful to witness.

This is magnified when she was the only one present in the work, one of very few in the work, or in a series where there was not very satisfactory representation in the first place. And this is the truth for most fandoms, even your faves, even ones that get heralded as progressive or praised for having diversity.

So, whether or not the genre or the content had death and murder regularly, if there wasn’t enough Black female representation to pad the death of the Black female character, I’ma be offended and upset and often times traumatized by the shit. Let me make you a list of the ones that especially hurt me:

Dualla.

Anastasia Dualla, aka Dee, was the most prominent Black female character of Battlestar Galactica. She was a side character, having her only big storylines being a love interest, the wife of a cheater who was in love with somebody else, from an area that faced racism, never finding her family after the attacks, divorce... do you get the gist? Dee had about 3 times that we were allowed to see her happy. I know, times were tough for everybody, so I shouldn’t expect “special treatment” for Dee. God forbid that she be given any storyline that gave her actual joy sometimes.

But. She killed herself, on my screen, in my face, without any apparent provocation. As a suicidal person, I know that it can just hit you. I know that things can seem fine whenever it takes place. As a Black viewer who had been watching this show for years and happy to see one of Dee’s seldom smiles only moments before, it was crushing. The biggest problem is that it didn’t need to happen for the narrative and was unnecessarily hurtful, and for what? All these years later, what was the point of making us watch Dee kill herself? It didn’t advance the story, and it took away the only Black female character in the series before the ending. (The only others being a delegate that I don’t even remember really, played by Judith Maxie, and Elosha, played by Lorena Gale, who ALSO died on screen and was only used to further a white woman’s plot. - Something that I was willing to get over at the time, even though it was messed up, I was willing to get over it, because at least we had a regular and she was okay).

Until she wasn’t. And to this day (it’s been since 2009), and TO THIS DAY, whenever I have to endure another Black regular or main character die, I get thrown back into that scene, that hurt, that senselessness that the Battlestar Galactica writers inflicted on us for no good reason, over a decade ago.

So, whenever I saw the actress, Kandyse McClure a few years later on Hemlock Grove, I was glad to see that she appeared to be a main character and while I wasn’t really interested in much else about the show (the premise was okay, but it didn’t look like a great production from a glance), I decided that I’d put it on my watchlist to see Kandyse working again...

Clementine.

Dr. Clementine Chasseur was the only Black woman that I recall from Hemlock Grove, a show that was not good at all, and I only was watching for her, to be honest. This show took the one Black woman they had, had her skinned and flayed, then left in misery until another character came along and suffocated her to her death. It was horrifying. The show wasn’t even good. I wasted my time and got mentally and visually assaulted with one of the most ugly acts of violence I’ve seen in a show. I have a mental image of something genuinely disturbing from a show that I hated. Fuck Hemlock Grove. I wish it could get canceled twice.

Donna.

Donna was a mermaid and the sister of the main mermaid character in the series, Siren on Freeform. From the first moment we see Donna to her last breath, she was fucked over. They captured her, kidnapped her, enslaved her, researched her, and when she escaped and sought vengeance, she was murdered. So many other decisions could have been made. Later on, they brought in her lightskint daughter as a character, seeking vengeance for her mother... But. What happened to Donna was heartbreaking, through and through. Nobody else on that show went through worse in the time that I was watching it. 

I never finished, because it went down the drain after a while, but whenever I WAS watching it, I had to see one of the only two dark skinned women on the show have the most miserable experience on land, and then get shot and killed. (The other dark skinned woman was an unstable drug addict who abandoned her family). Sidenote: Whenever you find a show and the Black women are written with garbage skills, divest. Because it is almost a guarantee that the fandom will be racist pieces of shit, something that we learned early in the Siren existence. They literally harassed the main Black female actress (not the one who played Donna, but Maddie, the one who was in a relationship with the main characters) so much that she fled social media during the show’s run. 

*Try not to get attached to shows and characters with poor writing for their Black female characters. They will be unsafe places eventually.*

Tara.

Tara Thornton was a True Blood regular for 6 full seasons. Not the only Black woman in the show, but the one with the most writing. She unfortunately was under the influence of a popular trope of being the best friend to a white magical girl and having to bear the brunt of a bunch of bad shit because of it. (Like Bonnie Bennett but without magic)

At first, it was indirect. Having to see shit go down and be exposed to danger because of her best friend’s proximity to vampires and shit. Then, it was direct. Being targeted because of her proximity to vampires and shit.

She’s been kidnapped, taken as a hostage and sex slave, and even killed, yes, shot down dead because of a friendship with someone who wasn’t any good for her.

Then, she was turned into a vampire, at her friend’s request. She didn’t want to be a vampire or ask to be a vampire, but her selfish ass friend, who she died for had her turned into one because SHE didn’t want to lose her...

And after all that, they turned Tara into a pile of vampire goo at the opening of the last season, and added insult to injury, insult to memory, by having her spirit take a journey to make amends with the people who abused her in her childhood. It was the most disrespectful send off for one of the most disrespected characters that I had ever seen in my life. I wish I would have followed my first mind and not even tried to watch the final season, because I had been stopped watching it by the time that it aired, and I think I found out that Tara died, so I wasn’t that interested anyways. But then to actually see their final decision? Insulting. Revolting. Among the worst pieces of television of my life.

I say all of this to get to my most recent reason to rant...

Anacostia.

She deserved better. First of all, the fact that they continued the Salem Accords instead of freeing witches from the bondage of the military, especially after how easy it had been for human terrorists to overthrow it and gain control from the inside. They should have done away with the obligation.

Then. They should have either killed off someone else or brought Anacostia back to life or let us see her peacefully on the other side. War took another good witch, and the rest of us had to not only see it, but BARELY had the chance to process it, and DIDN'T get any real closure. The way that we had to see the decoy of a dead Kelly Wade, the murdered, dismembered body of Charvel Bellweather at her own wedding, and the Sacrificial Negro Trope in action with Anacostia's death scene, they could have at least given her a last image of light and love.

The least, the VERY LEAST that they could have done for us was to let her be seated next to Alder as the Mother gives our girls their final words, and to grant us the image of her moving on peacefully. The last time we get to see this beautiful soul is crushed, pinned against something as her love has to walk away from her dead body.

Her mother, her daughters, didn't get to properly send her off. They cried and kept fighting and I GET that that's war. But, why so much for these types of things does one of the few Black women have to be offered up. Even in a show like this, with diversity and representation?

Easily one of the worse finales of my life, and it could have been salvaged by just not doing this one grossly disrespectful thing to a brilliant and beautiful character. Fuck Motherland: Fort Salem's ending. Suck dicks in hell for doing that to Anacostia Quartermain.

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Other onscreen unnecessary/pointless Black women’s deaths: 

Jordan Gladwell on iZombie. She was the only Black girl and she died for no good reason. It sort of promoted a white man’s story, but... not to the point where it was justified. (That show did miserably with Black women).

Abbie Mills (I didn’t see it, but I heard from the fans that were still there when it happened and WOOO, they was PISSED!) I had stopped watching the show by then.

Goddamn near EVERY Black woman that appeared in The Vampire Diaries.  And from what I am told (I stopped watching that mess too) the one that lived was the person who had to save everybody else. BUT, whenever I WAS watching it, she actually DID die (and came back later), so I will include Bonnie Bennett in all the Black women TVD killed in front of our faces.

Which reminds me Amanda Fisher of Ash VS Evil Dead. I am reminded, because that show, too, killed every last Black woman in the characters.

The Fairy Godmother on OUAT, The Faerie Elder on True Blood, that fairy on Shadowhunters (Lanaia), tbh... Shadowhunters is one of those shows that don’t get the slander it deserved for the antiblackness/misogynoir in the writing while under the shield of a diverse cast, but that’s a whole nother post entirely) 

Nikki on Misfits (and Tulip on Preacher - I DO NOT CARE if they brought her back. You made me see this woman get shot and die and the people who saw her return only did so because they weren’t so scarred that they had to cut ties with the show. They knew what the fuck they was doing ending that like that, making us see that) 

Breeze Clair Browne’s mom in The Good Doctor 

Jean in The Oval. Look. I know that’s a Black show, but that was a terrible death for a good person and it hurt like hell. 

Angela in Mortel... and here’s the thing about Mortel... you don’t get a lot of death scenes. You have some death scenes and you have a lot of deaths spoken of, and there are grim portrayals of violence. But it was not lost on me that the dark skinned Black woman died gruesomely. Mortel will really play in your face. Somebody down there is colorist and somebody down there love some whites. That’s a very different conversation, for another rant, if I feel like it some time.

Missandei - I’ma be honest, I ain’t watch that show, so idk how important it was to plot or nothing, but I know that I remember saying, “Whoa, the Black girl on that show lived the whole way through?” and like, the next week or that week, she was getting her damn head lopped off. Shame. They got all the way to the end and swiped her ass outta there. Smh. 

Ol’ girl from Charmed... I didn’t watch that either, but the girls was really upset about it... Macy? 

Candy from Pose. WHY DID THEY SHOW US HER DEAD BODY? WHAT WAS THE REASON?? WE WERE ALREADY FUCKING SAD ABOUT THE SHIT!!!

POUSSEY. I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN.

Honorable Mentions for Hannah Grose and Rebecca Jessell, Because since so many people died in that story, them dying in bad ways and onscreen were unfair and hurtful, but not outside of the scope of the material. HOWEVER, them being murdered, and then having to STILL somehow be sacrificial negroes for the kids and them... THAT was just extra misogynoir and I ain’t like it. Of the ones that did survive, you didn’t get the two important Black characters. Not even one? And then they both had to give more to protect the others? Y’all gave me Ghost Mammies? FOH.

Not completely pointless, but unnecessary or unfair, to say the least:

Alisha in Misfits. The way that I had to watch this was troubling. Like. Yes, it was that kinda genre, but I didn’t wanna see it. Like... I’m upset every time. 

Jaden in Nikita. She was doing right, doing what they were supposed to and after all that animosity they had her throw out, she seemed like she was getting to not be the bitchy Black girl, and they killed her right in front of me. Then they killed Emily Robinson, who was killed specifically to further a white man’s character arc.

Joss Carter could have easily been written out of Person of Interest peacefully if Taraji was moving on to other things. Characters CAN just leave. People do this in real life. Sometimes, they just leave. 

Diana Tilton in The Shannara Chronicles... They so unceremoniously killed her off, and it was like... not on screen, if I recall, so you didn’t really know and then if they mentioned it later, it was very casually.

And Because This Also Happens in Cartoons: 

THE SUNFIRE QUEEN, KHESSA From The Dragon Prince. That. Was. Horrifying. Hated it. 

And a friend said Allura, which reminded me of all the times I saw people mourning Allura, even though I know nothing about that media. I don’t even know the name... Voltron Action Adventurer or whatever.

Edited 2/22/23

#The Casual Killing of Black Female Characters on Camera #Nesha Rants #Mistreated Black Female Characters #character death #death scenes #Misogynoir #Anastasia Dualla #Clementine Chasseur #Donna Siren #Tara Thornton #Anacostia Quartermain #Abbie Mills #Poussey Washington #Candy Ferocity #Missandei #Joss Carter #Alisha Daniels #Breeze Browne #Bonnie Bennett #25000th Post #long post

[oboy-me]

𒁍 Comfort ▸▸ Mammon, Leviathan

Most of the brothers seem to know when you're upset; they've learned to read your body language, notice your habits, and ways to combat whatever it is that had brought you down. Two of the brothers, however, are surprisingly adept at being the first ones to notice, and are often the first ones to act.

Notes: GN!Reader (they/them), cheering you up from crying (unknown reasons what had you upset), fluff, not proofread. Short-ish story. Their actions can be taken as either platonic or romantic.

It was the sniffling that they heard first. Their bickering down the hall had stopped short of your room, Leviathan clasping a hand over Mammon's mouth as they neared your door. Leviathan was the first to lean in, Mammon's head pulled close when he tried to protest in an effort to get him to hear what his younger brother did. Both froze up when their ears were filled with the sounds of another snotty sniff followed by a cracked little whine — a sound that had Mammon reaching for the doorknob immediately before Leviathan snatched his hand away in the nick of time.

"What's the big deal?!" Mammon hissed under his breath.

"Hold on, hit the pause button Mammon! Break out the strategy guide! Look, this is gonna be a seriously tough fight if we go in underequipped, and — "

"Can ya use some normal words for a sec?"

Leviathan scowled a bit with his brows furrowed tight when Mammon had finished his little comment, Levi's expression between a sharpened focus and annoyance at the interjection to use "normie" language.

"Ugh, fine! Just this once! So, Y/N's sad, right? And if we just barge in there without anything for them, we're probably just gonna upset them even more. So we need a strategy, and I think I got just the thing."

————

A knock would be heard on your door. How long had you been sat on your bed, head hung low, tears clung to your cheeks? It must have been long enough if someone was trying to get your attention. Before you could try and call out that the door was open, the voices of your visitors would be heard.

"Y/N! It's me, Levi!"

"Yo! We're comin' in!" In typical Mammon fashion he practically let himself in with Leviathan in tow behind him, but what your blurry eyes beheld was that it wasn't just them walking in empty-handed; gathered up under Mammon's arm was one of his softest blankets, and dangled from his hand were a couple bags filled to the brim with unhealthy snack foods and drinks. Leviathan himself clutched a few Ruri-hana themed totes that were nearly overflowing with various CD, DVD, and video game cases in one tote, a DVD player and some portable consoles in the other.

They'd brought you what was effectively a care package you then realized, as they closed the door behind them.

"Pincer attaaaaaaack!" Levi would then cry out in glee, his finger pointed towards you. "Mammon! Initiate your special, Snack Attack!! I'll combo it up with Crouching Brothers, Hidden Anime!"

"Aye aye!" Even if Mammon didn't care for Levi's "otaku-speak," he promised to work with his younger brother to make you happy. Before you could really even process what was happening you felt the cloud-like softness of the expensive blanket thick with Mammon's cologne wrapped around your body until you were something akin to a living, fluffy burrito of warmth.

With you now effectively "trapped" (though with your arms free enough to poke your hands out of the top) Mammon would spill the contents of the bags all over your bed; bags of snack chips, packaged jerkies and assorted cheeses, and various candy mixes were all on offer alongside a fair few different cans of sodas, juices, fizzy waters, and hell chocolate milk. He'd snatch up a drink he knew you loved and cracked the can open with a satisfying clicking hiss from the top, careful in how he shoved it down against the blanket so your fingertips could steady it, and so it could rest upon your chin idly.

Leviathan had heaved the dining table in your room over with sheer dedication until it was in front of your bed like a TV stand, his portable DVD player set down lovingly directly before you. He'd taken some time to fuss over what anime to pick, but eventually seemed to land on the title I'm An Aspiring Model Who Got Summoned To Another Planet, Now I've Become The Star Attraction For Fashion-Frenzied Aliens!! before slotting the disk in carefully.

"Mammon actually picked this one," Leviathan beamed as he took up a spot to your left side, given Mammon had completely hogged up your right. The younger of the two would fish out one of the chip bags and popped it open, offering one of the chips up to your lips. "We heard you were really sad, so we teamed up and got you stuff we knew would max out your happiness meter!"

"Yeah, what Levi said!" Mammon grinned. "So we ain't leavin' 'til we know you're alright! And that's that, so no usin' your commands to send us off or anythin' or we'll just come back stronger an' more persistent!" He'd lean in a bit closer now until he could rest his head on your shoulder, which prompted Leviathan to mirror the act, not wanting to look like the "uncool" one of the two. Now you were there, wrapped in a blanket, a drink cozied up to your lips, chips and other snacks offered to you frequently by one brother or the other, watching perhaps the cheesiest anime you've set your eyes on with running commentary from the two on your flanks. You weren't alone at all, and frankly... you forgot why you were upset in the first place.

There were some messages later about the surprise sleepover that was uncovered in your room; at some point you three had passed out, yourself cuddled up in-between Mammon and Leviathan, with a picture of the snuggle pile sent to the massive group chat by Asmodeus who was quite pissed he missed a chance to pamper you... The bickering that ensued was definitely one for the books.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me drabble #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff

[goingawaytohell]

Bakugou being autistic codded

I would just like to start saying that I'm autistic. I'm basing this out of my actual experience with autism and the research I've done on it and not on stereotypes :)

This is a list of autistic traits he shares, that I could think of. (If you've noticed more, please tell me)

Tendency to rely and take comfort on strict and methotic routines. Not handling well when said routine is broken.

Easily gets angry and overwhelmed, having outbursts/meltdowns over typically small things. May screech, yell and get aggressive when overwhelmed.

When overwhelmed has an automatic reaction of fight or flight. In his case, almost always fights, has bursts of anger and might hit others or himself, when very upset.

Automatically acts out aggressively whenever he can't properly get his point across.

Has very little patience and a tendency to talk over others.

Has a tough time understanding/managing his response to adult/peer kindness. Can't tell between kindness and pity/mockery (as seen by his reaction to Izuku's kind nature).

Does not pick up on social cues and seems to constantly take everything as an attack on himself, responds with defensive rage.

Difficulty to understand his own feelings and emotions, has a hard time putting them into words.

Is extremely competitive and has a very tough time dealing with rejection.

Is not at all good with socializing. Even though he had good social status growing up because of his quirk, he has a tough time making actual friends.

Seems to be socially withdrawn, having a negative social battery, only enjoying a few moments of socialization at once. Needs lots of time alone to recharge.

It completely throws him off when people don't act the same way he does, not following his idea of what is "right" or what is "supposed to be". 

Has a very black & white way of thinking.

>Might< have prosopagnosia, which would explain his complete inability to properly recognize people, being the reason why he avoids calling people by their names. (As seen by the nicknames and calling people he knows by “extras”).

Touch adverse. Does not usually like to be touched.

Has All Might as a special interest ever since he was little (so does Izuku :D).

Troubles with empathy (PS: EMPATHY IS NOT THE SAME AS COMPASSION/CARING FOR PEOPLE). Struggles with understanding how others feel and putting himself in their shoes (as seen by how he has never understood what izuku feels). 

Doesn't know exactly when he's crossed a line/says something bad and doesn’t understand the problem when called out.

Absolutely lacks volume control and is louder than intended/needed.

Unusual reactions when in a social setting. Does not usually react the "appropriate way" someone is expected to act when interacting socially.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #autistic headcanon #autistic characters #character analysis #actuallyautistic

[littlegodzilla]

Hi! Can you write something where Daryl and the reader secretly like each other but they don't get along which makes Daryl upset because he really likes her? Then one day he overhears people talking about him badly but the reader defends him so he takes her out on a run and he's being nice to her which she thinks is weird because they are usually mean to each other. Then he confesses that he heard her stick up for him and she tells him it's because she likes him and it ends in fluffy smut :) x x

Hi anon!

Thanks for your request!

I hope you'll enjoy it as much I did writing it!

Hate.

Daryl Dixon x Femreader.

Anon request.

Warnings: fluff. Confessions. Smut.

Words: 4000.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

Daryl is nervous.

Whenever you're around he knows you'll end up arguing. You work well as a team, for when you have to protect the place you now call home, you fight with everything you have, but when you speak to each other most of the time you end up arguing.

Daryl is frustrated. He likes you, and at first he felt you had feelings for him too, but your continued bickering makes him doubt it. When they fled the CDC they found you on the road before reaching the highway where you lost Sophia and gradually the group grew stronger. Perhaps the quarrels between you were more intense since you discovered Sophia in the barn, Daryl closed himself to the group and you lashed out at him as you didn't understand why he was acting like that. Since then your clashes were constant, but you managed to live together helping each other in the prison, taking care of the sick when the flu hit the prison.

Daryl felt a strange emptiness when you were all separated by the Governor's attack. He thought he would never see you again, that you were dead, a sense of unease ran through his body at the thought that he had lost you. Of course the relief was immense when you were reunited after destroying Terminus, Daryl remembers that moment as special because you embraced. He hugged Carol with all his might because she was his best friend, because he thought he had lost her, but he didn't hold back with you either. The hug you gave each other was more reserved, awkward and shy. Daryl wrapped his arms around your body carefully, afraid to break you, like a puppy he rested his forehead on your shoulder and then pulled away shaking his head.

"It's good to see ya." It was all he could say, and he felt stupid.

Despite that your relationship didn't change much and arriving in Alexandria didn't make things better, even though the place was safe, Daryl felt like he was in a cage, he didn't fit in there, everyone seemed to accept his role in the community, but Daryl didn't know how to go about it, if he really had a role there.

That morning Daryl gets up early, like every day, he'll go out and scout around, make sure everything is in order, safe and come back, maybe hunt something along the way to keep the supplies full and go visit Aaron and Eric to find out what they have for him today.

"They're a bunch of loonies." He listens then and stops, almost recognizing the voice of one of Deanna's sons, the woman who runs the community. "And the guy with the crossbow. Always alone out there."

"Sounds to me like he's seen too many cowboy movies." Jokes another and they all laugh. Daryl clenches his jaw, he doesn't care what they might talk about him, but he's not going to let them talk bad about his people.

"And what about a shower? They have hot water at home, doesn't that guy know what a shower is?" protests another.

"It's his tough guy look, dirty and sweaty, but he sure is a coward afterwards, he's never around when he's needed, he says he's out exploring but he's sure just hanging around, crying." Again there is laughter and Daryl is about to let himself be seen and explain who is going to cry, but stops when he hears a voice.

"Are you talking about Daryl?" your voice suddenly makes his heart race and out of instinct he takes a few steps back so you can't see him.

"She knows what I'm talking about, for sure." Again, Spencer speaks up. "You're always arguing, aren't they? That guy's a fraud."

"You're talking about Daryl." You confirm to yourself and the archer frowns, there's a tone in your voice strange, even when you fight he's never heard you talk like that.

"Yeah, the guy plays the lone wolf, always with that face like he's sparing our lives and behind Rick like a lapdog." Again there's laughter, Daryl needs to watch the scene, he gets a little closer and sees that you have your fists clenched and your jaw tense. You're really pissed off.

"For starters my arguments with Daryl are none of your business, you have no idea, so don't talk about it. Even if we didn't get along, Daryl is my partner and I'm not going to let some pricks who don't know him at all talk behind his back."

"Hey, pretty girl, calm down."

"Don't call me pretty girl and I'm very calm." You pull away when one of them tries to touch you by slapping his hand. "Daryl may be, or has been, many things, but he's worth a lot more than any of you. He's loyal and faithful, he protects his people without asking for anything in return, every morning he leaves here to patrol even if it's not his duty, because that's what you guys are already there for, right? Then I don't know what you are still doing here."

"We just got back from a night patrol, you should talk more carefully, you don't know who you're talking to."

"With a little kid." You face Deanna's son, you don't care who he is, at all. "A night patrol, what a coincidence." A snicker escapes your nose and Daryl watches as they slowly get angrier.

"You're overdoing it, you should shut your mouth..."

"No. The ones who should shut their mouths are you. Next time you want to talk about Daryl, wash your mouths out with soap." You're ready to leave, but one of them holds you back by grabbing your arm. "Let go of me!"

"What's going on here?" The voice of the community leader blocks Daryl's attempt to get out to help you. The situation calms down and the archer walks away unseen.

Daryl hurriedly walks away from the discussion, he feels his chest hammering hard, he needs to regain his composure. The last thing he expected to happen that morning was for you to defend him to Spencer and the rest of his teammates. He has never cared what they think of him, he has nothing to prove to anyone, he knows what he is like, what he has lived through. However the last thing he expected was to hear your words defending him.

"Daryl." He stops when he hears Rick's voice call out to him. The latter turns and gives a forced smile, the sheriff frowns. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, I was just heading out again... Ya need anythin'?"

"No, I just thought I saw you..." He falls silent then but shakes his head. "It looks to me like she's awake too..." When Rick says your name his whole body jerks.

"Uhm, for a day she's up early..." He mumbles wanting to sound annoyed, but something tells him that Rick notices he doesn't mean it.

"Well, whatever you say, go easy." He asks the sheriff and the sheriff nods walking away again.

"Hey." You jump out of your skin when you hear Daryl bark right next to you. You turn to look at him trying to get your heart back.

"Dixon you're going to get me killed, is that what you intended?"

"Sorry..." He mumbles lowering his gaze, but then looks back at you. "What are ya doin' up so early?"

"You're not the only one who gets up early to do chores, it's kind of late anyway, what are you still doing here?" you defend yourself crossing your arms.

"I've been stalling..." He shrugs and bites his lip. "What yer gonna do?"

"What do you care?" you curse because you know you've been too abrupt, but usually your conversations don't usually last too long.

"I ain't care." Daryl tries to control himself, he knows you're on the defensive. "I wanted to know if ya wanted to come with me outside, explore and hunt something...get out of here."

You open your mouth to respond and mute at the same second, opening your eyes wide. The last thing you expected is for Daryl to ask you something like that. To get out of Alexandria, on patrol, together. Alone. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you feel your cheeks burn. You throat clears, suppressing your own reaction, and shrug.

"Why, are you going to kill me and leave me lying around?"

"Why I wanna fuckin' kill ya. It's just an invitation, are ya comin' or not?" you snort because it's being hard for him to ask you something like this, even though it's something very simple, to him it's important. Without waiting for you to answer, he turns around walking away.

"But wait for me!" You shout at him going after him. Turning his back on you, Daryl keeps smiling.

You walk a few steps behind Daryl getting lost in the trees of the forest, you leave him his space to track and at the same time you are close enough so that he doesn't lose sight of you, not for fear of losing him or losing you, but so as not to become a target by mistake.

Being honest you are still surprised at his invitation to go on patrol with him. Since you two met at camp you have never spoken to each other except to argue, over time you have learned to work as a team, but you don't usually talk too much. It's possible that your temper is because you don't really know how to talk to him, because you like him, you haven't been able to ignore your feelings for Daryl Dixon for a long time and you know it.

In his first stage you considered him a complete asshole, always influenced by his brother Merle's personality, a bad personality, but when he disappeared it seemed that little by little Daryl was also changing, somehow Rick's presence also caused changes in the redneck that made you all gradually see him differently. In prison he took care of everyone when Rick lost his mind and seeing him with Judith in his arms, seeing him smile with that shyness and emotion contained by seeing the baby made your heart melt and the day you met again at Terminus fall and he hugged you, that made your feelings for him intensify even more, you never expected the archer to hug you. Now in Alexandria you all are adapting, except Daryl, you know it's different for him, it's difficult, but you will not allow anyone to mess with him, much less without knowing his history, you don't know his past either, but you know that Daryl is nothing like what they talked about. Much less a coward.

"Hey."

Before you can look up, you bump into Daryl's back, a sharp gesture that makes you stagger for a second, but you quickly break away, frowning ready to yell at him why he stopped.

"May I ask where ya were?" he's quicker.

"I was thinking about..." about you, it almost slips out, but you bite your tongue in time. "Nothing... a thing this morning..." You rectify. "But you didn't have to stop so abruptly."

"I didn't stop..." He frowns, why don't you tell him what happened with Spencer and his buddies? "Never mind, look." He points to the ground and you walk over peeking out beside him.

There's a fresh trail, they look like footprints of some boar or deer, you don't know all those things apart yet, you're not as good as the hunter, but you're glad to see that you might be able to catch something.

"They are wild boar footprints." He says to you, biting his thumbnail.

"Do you know if it's a male?"

"No, unfortunately he ain't shuffling his balls." You hear him snap and you snort loudly.

"Asshole, I mean if there are small tracks, other than a mother with her babies." You try not to hit him but he's giving you a hard time.

"Boars go in herds." He comments but crouches down to observe them better. "But I don't see small tracks, they're all the same diameter."

"Okay... So how do we do it?"

"Ya wanna go after a herd of wild boars and try to hunt them? Yer crazy." He laughs with a snicker and you cross your arms in offense. "If they get caught or we wound one without killing it they might attack us and they're aggressive as fuck."

"But with one adult boar we'd have food for a lot of them for a while."

Daryl knows this, but it's risky, he still agrees to follow them closely and find out where they're headed. You manage to throw off a rather large boar, Daryl has found a trail of acorns and has been dropping them trying to lure one of the herd, which has proved successful. When you are far enough away from the rest that they can't run to his aid, Daryl raises his crossbow and fires. The bolt sticks in the animal's side and the boar screeches in pain, locating you instantly. You get goose bumps when you see that, despite the mortal wound, the animal turns to you both and shakes its head menacingly.

"Run." Daryl says to you, and before you can react, the archer pulls you by the hand, pulling you away from the animal running after you.

You escape through the trees, hearing the animal's screams getting closer and closer, you find it amazing what it can resist with the wound, willing to take revenge before dying, you come out of the forest in a clearing where you find an abandoned cabin. Daryl turns back to the boar, raises the crossbow again and fires once more. The two of you are trapped against the wall of the hut, a last scream is heard before the body falls with a thud to the ground, Daryl's arrow embedded in the animal's forehead. You remain a few more seconds in tension, Daryl with the crossbow raised, his whole body tense, breathing heavily, the animal's fang stuck in his leg, but it doesn't hurt now. He is more aware of you than of his wound. You have stuck to him as if he were a nail, clutching his vest with both hands, face pressed into his side, hidden under his raised arm holding the crossbow, you tremble slightly in fear of receiving the animal's attack even though everything has already passed.

Slowly he relaxes his posture and lowers his arm brushing against your head, with a gentle touch on your hair, you open your eyes as you become aware that you are still hugging him and quickly pull away clearing your throat, seeing the boar at your feet.

"I didn't think that..."

"Told ya they get aggressive, imagine a whole herd." He mutters and hangs the crossbow on his back. Then he looks up at the sky and frowns. "It's getting late..."

"How are we going to get it all the way to Alexandria?

"We'll cut it up and put it in the packs, but not today, if we get going we'll arrive at night and with the meat on our backs... it'll be dangerous."

"Let's stay here." You say looking at the hut, it's dismantled, but has a firm roof and walls in place. "We just need to make sure it's empty, we can butcher the boar outside and..." You fall silent as you then notice the wound on Daryl's leg. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine..." He grunts trying to hide it.

"We're staying here." You dictate and go straight to the house to make sure it's safe.

Daryl watches you without saying anything, your constant concern for him now confuses him, why do you have to be so complicated? You return within minutes with a smile, the house is clear, so you can spend the night there. Daryl didn't like the idea of having strayed so far from his original route, he just wanted to talk to you and maybe ask you why you had defended him that morning. He didn't expect to be there, on the steps of the house, skinning a huge boar to take the meat and try to save it until the next day you return to the community, he will reserve the guts and skin to put away from the cabin, to keep the dead from approaching. He hears a tinkling sound nearby and raises his head to look at you, you are back from securing a perimeter to prevent you from possible unexpected visitors while you are sleeping, when you see him you frown.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking out the meat, what do ya think I'm doing, trying to fucking revive him?"

"You're hurt, idiot. You should be inside, nursing your wound and trying to rest. I'll take care of that."

"Yeah, like y'know how to do that." He defends himself by continuing with his task. His leg hurts, he knows he has to heal the wound or else it will get infected and that will be a serious problem, but now he has to get it over with.

"I know how to do it, why are you so stubborn? Go inside and try to rest, I'll finish."

"No need, that's it." He continues to cut carefully and you snap angrily. You pick up the bag where the animal's useless remains are and point at him.

"Stay there, don't even think about lifting a finger. I'm going to leave this out there and I'll be right back." Daryl opens his mouth to retort and you shush him. "No. You're hurt, it's late, we're far from home. Shut up and for once listen to me." Without further ado you turn around and walk away, losing yourself in the woods.

When you return, Daryl is inside the cabin, as you had asked him to do, he has spread out the sleeping bags and prepared a fire to keep warm. It is not extremely cold, but the nights are cooler and the mild temperature is always pleasant. He hasn't even tried to wash his wound and that bothers you again. Why doesn't he ever listen to you? Sighing you walk to his side and sit down next to him picking up his boot starting to unbuckle it. Daryl grunts in pain, his leg is bothering him more than he thought it would.

"What the hell yer doin'?"

"What am I doing? What you don't, from what I can see, you haven't even bothered to look at your wound." You scold him as if he were a small child and carefully tug on the boot managing to pull it off.

"'m tellin' ya I'm fine, why ya always gotta do whatever ya want?" however he doesn't pull away letting you carefully pull his pant leg up.

"Because out of the two of us I'm the only one with any sense."

Daryl bites his tongue to avoid answering that, you get closer to inspect the wound, luckily it is not very deep, a tear but nothing to regret. You take your backpack to take out your little bag that you always carry with you, apart from the knives and bullets it is important to be able to heal a bad wound. You take out the alcohol and some bandages and get ready to clean the archer's wound. Daryl watches you closely, as you carefully wash the cut and begin to bandage the wound.

"Why did ya defend me this morning?" he says suddenly, unable to hold back any longer. Your hands stop in the bandaging process.

"What?" you look at him sideways, trying to appear normal.

"This morning, I heard Deanna's son with his friends talking about me, and ya shushed them... Why?"

"Because I like you." You say without hesitation, you don't have an excuse to defend yourself, so you'd rather tell him the truth. "They don't know you and dare to talk about you." You shrug bandaging his leg again. "They've called you a coward and maybe you've been many things, but you've never been a coward..."

Daryl doesn't look away from what you are doing. His breath catches for a few seconds in his throat when he hears you give him your explanation. You like him. You like him. Not the answer he expected you to say. Not by a long shot. He feels his heart racing and try to find the words.

"Ya like me." Daryl finally speaks and you can swear your ears are red. "Ya said ya like me..."

"Yes, that's what I said, is there a problem?" You look at him, you're embarrassed but you have your pride, if Daryl is going to make fun of you, you're going to die fighting.

"How can ya say ya like me and then this? We're always fighting."

"Because at first you were a jerk, and then you started to change...I don't know, okay? It's not something I can control just like that." You fight back, leaving the archer's wound and try to pull away, but Daryl grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

Your first kiss is awkward, rough. Your foreheads collide, your noses clench and your teeth scrape together. You didn't expect him to do that and Daryl hasn't controlled the pull, he doesn't let you pull away, he holds you by the back of the neck and tilts your head, kissing you this time the way it should be done. You gasp against his mouth as you feel him settle you between his legs and hold you by the waist. It becomes a dominant and intense kiss, as on almost every occasion you share this becomes a fight, you too want to take the pace of the situation, but Daryl catches you, his hand is still on the back of your neck, tangled in your hair, his other hand caresses and squeezes your waist daring to go down to your ass giving a gentle squeeze. A gasp escapes you against his mouth, Daryl then slips his tongue into your mouth and your tongues play.

The kiss breaks when you need air, Daryl's grip on the back of your neck loosens, you feel him caress your neck before releasing you. Your gazes are connected, neither of you want to look away, but you don't know what to say either, it was an intense kiss, full of desire, it's obvious that you both had been waiting for it to happen for a long time and at the same time you hadn't had the courage to take the step.

"I guess the only way I had to talk to you was to argue..." You speak again. "Because when I tried to do it without fighting, I couldn't get the words out, I got very nervous and that pissed me off, plus you didn't make it easy for me either..."

"Is it my fault?" she asks you with irony.

"No, no, I'm not saying that... well maybe a little, but what I mean..." Daryl stops you with another kiss, you stare at each other and you feel him caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Me too..." He confesses and you need a moment to understand what he means.

Daryl kisses you again sitting you on his lap. Your hands move over each other's bodies with need. You undress each other, never stopping touching, never stopping kissing, panting against each other's mouths, desire overflowing, you've been wanting each other for so long that now all the emotions engulf you. You move your hips against his crotch, Daryl gasps and grunts holding you by the waist making the friction more intense. His cock getting harder and harder, rubbing against your pussy, rubbing the tip against your entrance. You moan loudly as he works his way inside you, holding onto his shoulders you begin to move on top of him, your hips rocking as he pushes under your body upwards entering much deeper inside you. Your bodies take on a fast and urgent rhythm, you know that neither of you can hold on for too long, the desire was stronger, the need has pushed you to let yourself go. You feel the pleasure squeeze in your stomach and explode making you arch over Daryl's body as you tighten around his cock feeling him cum inside, painting your walls white.

"Fuck..." You gasp hiding your face in his neck, Daryl holds you down trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck yes, and if you give me a few minutes, I'll fuck ya again." He assures you and you shudder. "But don't think yer getting away." He pulls you apart a little so he can look at you. "Let's talk about this, let's get our situation straight." He tells you and kisses you, you sigh against his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Alright, Dixon, we'll talk about anything you want. Now show me what you can do." You smile mischievously, Daryl snorts and holds you turning your bodies, placing you under his.

The night is going to be a long one and few words come out of your mouths other than moans and gasps. The talk will have to wait until you get to Alexandria, but that doesn't mean you don't want it as much as you want to melt into each other.

The End...

Hope you liked it!!

See you in the next story!!

#norman reedus #normanreedus #smut #daryl dixon #daryldixon #twd fanfiction #ask me #anon request #anon one shot #smut one shot #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #twd daryl #ask me requests

[factual-fantasy]

I got 25 (late) asks 😅 (its got some fnaf lore too tho!👀)

You know? You’ve got a point. I cant imagine Monty getting split in half would be a fun thing to remember..

But honestly? If Monty remembered everything that happened that night? The damage he took from the splash bucket would be small potatoes to him. The thing that would REALLY freak him out is remembering how he went berserk and tried to hunt down and kill a child.

And Pyro! XD

SLKAJLKDJF THANK YOUUUU!!!

--As for how I create headcannons/AUs,, XD

Headcannons and AUs are mostly just me filling in the blanks in cannon in my own ✨special✨ way.

Like FNAF Security Breach for example.

Me: “So what happened to Bonnie exactly? Did Monty REALLY destroy him out of jealousy? How did Afton get down there in the basement? Why is Foxy never mentioned despite Pirates cove being a thing? Is he even IN the story? How come all the animatronics were attacking you? How come Freddy WASN’T attacking you? What made Freddy crash on stage? What happened to Vanny and the animatronics after Gregory left? How does the Daycare attendant work? Is he two animatronics in one? Is he two separate animatronics? How can his FABRIC CLOTHES physically change color if the game implies they are the same animatronic? WHY was Gregory at the pizzaplex in the first place??“

FNAF/Steel wool: “Lol figure it out”

Me:

Yes, although I will not specify where they are in the story or what is going to become of them.

I can confirm that yes, both William Afton and Vanny are not only in my AU, but both play a major role in the over all story. :}

Hmmm, good question... Now, my memory isn’t the best. But out of all the fandoms I’ve jumped into? I’d probably say Octonauts was the most welcoming and overall supportive of me.

I think part of it was because the Octonauts fandom is a bit small.. so when a new artist came around it was like “Heck yeah man! Common in! :DDD”

And also most of the angst lovers in the fandom were on the same page as me, so I got a lot of support there too XD

Tank qqqq!!! :}}}} ❤❤❤

I have! And I’ve seen a few episodes of it. So far I really like it! Mostly because there were episodes centered around my favorite characters XD (Captain Barnacles, Calico Jack, Ranger Marsh and Professor Natquik)

XD I’m glad you like them! Although I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be posting them. Considering I’m making more progress in the FNAF writing.. 😅

Tank qqq,, I’m glad you like him! :DD And I’m sure DJMM would be glad to hear someone say that XD

I cant find the WORDS for this, this was all so SWEET AHHOASKNLKM This really hit me right in my heart man- I hjust- HSFDF

THANK YOU SO MUCHH!! This was such a nice thing to read!!!😭😭😭

(Post in ask)

Actually, funnily enough Engineer isn’t wounded in this comic. This was before his injury. 

Engineer is just freaking the heck out over the dolls outside.. 👀

(But yes he does recover from his injury that he gets later in the story)

Actually, you may be in luck! Have you heard the news going around? There was some updates recently and a lot of the bots have been weeded out.

When I heard the news, I couldn’t believe it. So I hopped on to see what was up and sure enough.. the casual servers were surprisingly clean. I mean there’s still a bot here and there. But it wasn’t like before when you couldn't even leave spawn without getting sniped from across the map.

The casual servers actually have real players now, and most of the bots have been wiped out :}}

Or at least, uh. It was like that last time I checked a few months ago. Maybe the bots came back idk--

I don’t like it when people draw fanart of my stuff.

But if you were to draw fanart and never show/tell anyone and it would only be for your eyes to see? I mean, what am I gonna do? Be upset about something that I have no idea was drawn?

The only set back would be the ✨soul crushing guilt✨ of drawing fanart of some of my stuff even though you know I don’t vibe with that XD

@orionapraxnia

Not.. really? I mean, if I miss a fandom, I just. Jump back into it XD

Like I did with TF2 recently. I was getting a little burnt out with writing so I took a short break by diving head first into TF2 again XD

I used to shy away from parkouring from fandom to fandom back in the day. But now a days I find that I have more fun by just drawing what ever I feel like drawing at the time. And my followers don’t seem to mind sooo,, XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant​

Yes sirrr, those two were best buds back in the day,

(Here’s a link to the video)

I went and watched the video. And although it was pretty cool!.. It was a fan-made video. Its not an actual DLC..😅

@paintedpig I have a voice in mind for Foxy actually! I imagine him sounding just like his cannon voice. You can hear it in the Ultimate custom night voice lines.

As for Bonnie? I don’t think I really have one in mind for him... But I know he doesn’t sound high pitched and goofy. Like Nedd bear or Goofy the dog. I imagine his voice is deeper and more chill. Kind’a like what Freddy Fazbear might sound like?

Thank youuu,,, :}}}

Aww, I’m glad! :D

And its not that I don’t like those comics anymore. I’m still proud of them and like how they came out! Its just that from a lore perspective,, they don’t fit into the story anymore. Soooo for the sake of telling the story, they need a do over! :}

@sweetturtledonkeycookie  I usually draw/post what ever fandom I’m into at the time. After my FNAF re-faze dies down maybe I’ll jump back into Octonauts. Or Undertale, ooorrrr jump into a NEW fandom like Sam and Max or something XD I cant predict what faze I’m going to go through next! You’re just going to have to wait and see! 😅

Yeah, I figured that the story was probably great and the characters were probably great.. but I judged a book by its cover and turned the other way <XD

Right now I have a lot of shows that I’m too lazy to watch that I mean to get around to someday. I guess for the sake of the story I’ll have to add Transformers animated to the list and give it the shot it deserves. :}

@mysteriousl0ser Roxy only got put up on stage after Bonnie was decommissioned, yes.

When Foxy was taken, the Band took a hit without their Keytar player. But the company hadn’t thought to put the other animatronics on stage in his place. Mostly because Monty/Roxy wouldn’t have really fit into the group..

But when Bonnie was damaged? Now they were down their Keytar player and their Bass player. So at that point they really needed to rebuild the band for that nights show so they tossed Monty and Roxy on the stage in their places.. <:/

As for how long the gap was between Foxy and Bonnie’s decommissions? That part of the timeline hasn’t been fully ironed out yet.. but I’d say about maybe 4 months to a year? It was supposed to feel like when the animatronics were finally starting to get back up on their feet and began to process Foxy’s death.. Bonnie was unexpectedly taken too. Knocking them all back down again..

Also thank you!! :DDD I’m glad you like them!! :}}

@johnbrownanarchist XD Thanks! It took me a while to figure out what he would look like back in the old days.

As for the description thing? I suppose you could use it. I mean, who doesn’t like Monty in a silly hat? XD

@wackigremlinchild Tank you!! :}} I did my best!

@conflicted-phoenix XD That is one of the highest complements I have ever received.

#my response #fnaf security breach #team fortress 2

[stayinguplate]

winter king x depressed reader

This story will have mention’s of SH(self harm),mentioning death,crying,comfort

If you are uncomfortable reading this please don’t read but if not bothered please enjoy the rest of the story.

(If you are in pain or want to hurt yourself please don’t do it people do love you and need you and make sure to get some help in the process of healing)

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I was outside of the winter kingdom and was just looking at the sky and watching the falling snowflakes I then looked down and slightly lifted up my sleeves and see the fresh new marks that I made earlier this morning. They stung so I pulled my sleeve down again to avoid looking at it before anyone notices I then heard a joyful laugh from winter king as he skated towards me

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“ why hello my dear reader how are you doing today “ he asked with an confident smile

I turned around and faked a smile hopefully paying it off

“ oh I’m doing good just starting at the sky enjoying the day and snow “ i said keep up the fake smile not breaking cover

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Winter king laughs a bit as he brushes a small pile of snow off your head “ well I’ll be smart enough to mostly know that you have been out here a while ?” I looked surprised as I looked to the snow on the ground

“ heh I guess I forgot how long I was out here…I guess I really do have to keep track of time “ i said smile slightly disappearing but I push the feeling away and recompose myself

Winter king smiles and pats my shoulder gently “ it’s really not that bad it really is a wonderful day toda-“

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he suddenly gets cut off as an explosion of candy booms go off and the candy queen appears “ hello everyone I’m back please please don’t clap I know you all missed me “ she said over confidently

“ no one is clapping…” i said struggling to stand up standing up

Winter king try’s to freeze the candy queen, Candy queen continues to dodge the attack and I expect her to grab winter king but instead suddenly grabs me

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“ hey put my dear reader down!” Winter king yelled as he ran towards her his expression turns around real quick happy to upset 

My eyes widen in shock as I’ve never seen him like this as Candy queen pushed me down onto her flying banana ship

( I’m sorry I don’t know is it a propeller ship? Or idk 😭)

“Sorry baby No can do I have something special I want to try with you friend “ she said laughing as she flew away

Winter king then looks very worried

“ ice scouts new mission is to save reader and make sure she is safe “ he said with a serious expression as he grabbed his sword “ now let’s go!” He yelled as they all headed towards the candy kingdom 

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As Candy queen crashes into the wall into her kingdom she throws me into the cage with the Candy handcuffs

I looked at her with confusion

“ why did kidnapping me?” I asked her wondering why she did

“ oh you see you have gotten a little in my way “ she said playing with her keyboard “ what do you mean?!” I said getting frustrated she then grabbed my collar of my shirt

“ listen you’re getting in the way of my wedding  I need it filled with icicles and mostly candy ” she said daydreaming and looked back to me

“ now let us get started “

She played more with her keyboard and I turned around and saw a big  rolling pin smashing dough and my eyes slightly widened as the banana guards grabbed one of my sleeves and accidentally ripped it off, revealing my scars. They didn’t care and grabbed my arms burning me since it was suger digging in my wounds,they then started dragging me towards it

I didn’t fight back not seeing the point even though it would be possibly extremely painful I let them through me into the empty tray and I saw the rolling pin raise high up I closed my eyes accepting my fate

waiting for all the life pain to be over 

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‘Nothing I felt nothing. Did it already hit me? ’I as I slowly open, my eyes seeing , winter King holding me. not planning on letting go , seeing the ice scouts taking down the

Guards and seeing Candy queen tied up passed out 

I look up to winter king and I realize my arm!

I tried to cover it so he wouldn’t see but winter king’s cold hand stopped me ……

“ don’t I already know we’ll talk about it at the castle , you worried me sick”he said fully picking me up bridal style, the scouts were finished with the banana guards and I was saved…

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As we got back to the castle everyone resumed calmly what they were doing

As winter king took me to his room gently placing me on his bed and pulling out a rubbing alcohol ,healing ointment,cotton pads and some bandages 

He gently takes both of my arms and rolls up the other sleeve and sees more scars he takes the cotton pad and puts some alcohol on it and puts it on the first few scars

I winced slightly in from the burning sensation

“ you’re going to be just fine I promise ” he says as he cleans the next scar which is slightly bigger

I looked away ashamed but winter king gently grabbed my chin and has me look at him

“ why would you do this to your soft lovely skin “ he said as he got a new cotton pad and continued to gently clean the next cut I winced again

“ I …I’m sorry I just feel invisible and not good enough…” i said as I started lightly crying and I quickly wiped my tears away

“ please don’t push your feelings away reader you matter so much to me “ he said as he put healing ointment on the scars and wrapped it up in the bandages and continued on the other arm. Gently cleaning the fist scar “ you are never invisible to me you are the moon to me i long to see your lovely glow “ your tears finally fall listening to winter kings kind words

As winter king finishes wrapping up the bandage he hugs you gently and you hug back sobbing letting it out fully as he cresses your hair sitting next to you now “ Shhhh shhh it’s going to be okay I’ll always be by your side to protect you and my dear reader “ he said as he gently holds your face and kisses you gently while wiping a tear away .

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I hope you guys enjoyed

I honestly hope I did better on this one because I don’t know about the last one I like it but I don’t know if it was good , I hope you guys had a great day or night and I’ll see you another time while I’m writing more stuff.

#winter king #fionna and cake #deppresion #self healing #lovers #candy queen

[thatgirlonstage]

Hi, could you do a fic about Keith having a birthday party amongst the paladins, preferably set somewhere in season 1-3? When it comes to ships, I would prefer if you went with Heith, Kidge, or just 100% platonic.

Hunk&/Keith, can be read romantic or platonic though I think the very end reads a bit more romantic. I have a soft spot for them, they didn’t get a lot of screen time as a duo but I remember whenever they did it was always surprisingly good and sweet.

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Hunk had been fidgeting for the past twenty minutes. Keith had been watching the clock. If Hunk didn’t say what was on his mind soon, Keith was going to jump out of an airlock rather than spend another excruciating half hour getting furtively glanced at. He supposed he could just ask, but he suspected that would result in a squawked “Nothing! Nothing, it’s nothing!” and Hunk scurrying back to finally help Coran repair whichever piece of the Castle had broken this week. So instead he kept meticulously cleaning his armor, polishing it well past necessary, trying to wait for whatever it was Hunk had to say.

“Shiro spilled the beans!”

Keith jumped at the sudden outburst, dropping the Altean polish that Coran had dug up from who knew what old storage room. It spilled over his feet and both he and Hunk yelped and cursed and scrambled for rags to soak it up. It took several minutes of confusion before Keith could look up at Hunk, tilting his head in confusion, and say, “Shiro spilled the beans about what?”

“Oh.” Hunk twisted the rag between his hands. “About, uh, tomorrow.” Keith stared at him blankly.

“Tomorrow?” he asked. He ran back over their last team meeting in his head. As far as he knew, there was nothing special about tomorrow whatsoever. They were headed for a supply run to restock their essentials from a nearby planet, and otherwise just waiting for the next Galra attack to come across their radar.

“Um. Yeah.” Hunk was twisting the cloth so hard he was in danger of tearing it. “About, uh, you, tomorrow…”

“Me tomorrow?” Keith echoed back at him stupidly.

“Well, it’s, you know…”

He trailed off again, leaving the two of them kneeling on the floor and staring at each other.

“Hunk,” Keith said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know.” Hunk seemed almost distressed. “Tomorrow. October 23rd.”

Even then, it took a second to click. Keith reeled back slightly when the realization finally hit.

“Oh,” he said. Paused. “How does Shiro even know what day it is on Earth?”

“Either because Pidge has multiple universal clocks in her computers or because Lance’s skin routine is so rigorous he’s able to use it to keep a 24-hour cycle and track days. I didn’t ask.” Hunk shifted back to sit on the floor, slightly more relaxed. He pressed his fingers together. “So, uh, look, the thing is that Shiro said you’re really not a… birthday person.”

“It hasn’t historically been a great day,” Keith said, rather more acerbically than he meant to. He saw Hunk’s flinch and half reached a hand out before dropping it and sitting back himself. “Sorry,” he said. “Just—people usually didn’t care, which, whatever, but—” He gnawed on his lip, stealing a sideways glance at Hunk. “It sucks when you’re a kid and no one cares.” Hunk’s eyes went wide.

“Keith, that’s—”

“It’s fine.”

“…it’s not,” Hunk said tentatively.

“It doesn’t make it better to dwell on it.” Keith shrugged. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Well…” Hunk looked down at his hands. For a moment, Keith thought he was going to go back to fidgeting, before he took a deep breath and said: “Look, I want to bake you a cake, alright? Only. I don’t want to do it if it will upset you, but— we need more things to celebrate up here. I need to eat something that isn’t food goo. So do all of you. We need to keep our morale up and I— making food is how I do that. So. I want to bake you a cake. But I don’t want you to be upset that I baked you a cake? So I wanted to ask but—”

“Hunk!”

Hunk’s mouth slammed shut so fast it was almost comedic. Keith hesitated but reached over and took one of Hunk’s hands in his.

“Stop overthinking it,” he said quietly. “I’d love a cake.”

Hunk’s smile was well worth having spent twenty minutes in fidget hell.

#voltron #heith #my writing #answers

[cynicaldom]

Ummm whats this thing with you and her-master? Confused. Explain pleases?

He recently said you don't need a safeword if you are a super ultra mega dominant™ and a super ultra mega submissive™. Several doms and Amy said that was dangerous. I didn't join in because her-master is a joke, his posts have been a highlight of lets-laugh-at-cringe-doms DMs long before this.

He kept saying everyone was misunderstanding him, even though everyone was saying "no, we get it, you're saying you have to be really special and have a really close relationship to not have safe words, we all still think that's a really really really dangerous thing to do."

That was all fine. Then he called Amy stupid, so I've been bullying him ever since then. Just recently I was in his DMs probing for things that upset him, I tried education and that hit a sore spot, he got so mad he called Amy "dumpy" and a fake submissive.

Look, I know I should stop, I know I look bad beating on someone on his level. It's just that guys like this are so rarely made to eat their own shit. Most people push back a little, then go "you know what I have a nice life that validates me, why am I in the mud with this pig", and then they let it go.

I'll do that too, eventually. But I don't like that this little piggy gets away with this, gets to attack people and never really gets it back. So I'm gonna shove his face in the fact he's loser making up fantasies to escape reality, I'm gonna make sure other people see it too. I know you can't really teach a pig like this a lesson, but I can make him remember what happened last time. I can put some hesitation in the pig.

I'll eventually let it go. No hard feelings if you want to unfollow. Check back in a few weeks and see if I've gotten out of the mud by then.

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 21)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses. there will be kissing in some chapters. oh and ANGST sorry

Chapter Twenty-one : The Well Thought Out, but Poorly Executed, Plan.

You bolt back to the Havoc Marauder, running as fast as you can until you cannot tell if you’re gasping for breath out of fear or exhaustion. You reach the docks and start pushing people aside like a madwoman. 

“Tech!” You all but screech, hoping, praying he can hear you over the sounds of the bustle. “Echo!” You call, before tripping on something in your haste and hitting the deck at the bottom of the gang plank. Hands help you up, and your eyes meet Tech’s which soften immensely when he sees your distress and connects the dots. 

“What happened?” He asks, trying to stop the frantic look in your eyes that keeps darting back and forth. 

“There, there was this man.” You get out before dissolving into hysteria. “He and, and Hunter they- they… oh maker.” Tech recognises the signs of a panic attack before you do. And pulls you close to him as he leads you up the plank and into the crew’s quarters for some privacy. 

“What’s going on?” Echo asks, limping in. 

“H-harrik,” you breathe out shakily. Watching Echo’s face drop. “I’m so so-sorry” You choke on the words. And begin pulling at the front tie corset you’re wearing frantically. You can’t breathe, it's so tight, why can't you breathe? 

“It’s alright, Aaray, it is alright.” Tech tries, 

“It is not alright!” You shout, before dissolving into tears again. “They’re going to han-” you can't finish the words. Sliding down the wall until you're sitting, knees to chest in order to feel some kind of stability. 

“Where, aaray?” Echo asks gently, “Where is Harrik taking them?” 

“Coruscant.” 

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Echo sits with you while Tech readies the ship. You do your best to relay what happened. How the three of them were surrounded, how Wrecker told you to run, and how they all sacrificed themselves for you. 

“He wants me returned,” you say, “it is that or they die.” Echo runs a hand down his face. “I’ll do it.” you say turning towards him on the floor. “I will marry him, I will.” It is almost like you're begging, trying to bargain with Echo even though he’s not Nython or Harrik. “If it means they’ll be safe…” 

Echo says your name very seriously and takes your hands. “You are not going to marry him. That is not what is going to happen. Do you hear me?” 

“But…” You start. 

“But nothing.” He cuts you off. You can tell he is thinking about something, but you are not sure what. 

“We need a plan, something, anything to get them back.” Tech interrupts your rambling as he enters the room. 

“Our best bet is to intercept their ship on the way to Coruscant.” He says. 

“That’s a terrible idea.” Echo tells him, unimpressed. “How do we know the route they will take, how do we know how many men are on board?”

“A lot less men than are waiting for their arrival at Cursocant!” Tech retorts. 

“Listen.” Echo argues, “I know going by the book isn't your speciality but-” 

“I maintain that we never had the help of Jedi generals on our missions.” Tech fires

“I maintain that I never had to de-empire my twin!” Echo sasses. 

“Crosshair is not my twin!” Tech defends. 

“Crosshair worked for the empire?” You ask shocked and upset. 

“Yes!” They both exclaim. Before looking at each other and continuing to argue, at some point Echo stands up,  

“There’s only so much we can do, they’re essentially P.O.W’s now.” Echo sighs. 

“What’s a P.O.W?” you ask again, anything to break up the argument. 

“Prisoner of war.” Tech responds, 

“But you’re not at war.” You wonder if the term still applies to clones held captive. Both men stop and look at you, then back at each other. 

“She’s right.” Echo says, “that means…”

“We’re not bound by traditional rules of combat.” Tech finishes. He tilts his head slightly at Echo, as if they’re communicating without words now. 

“A false surrender.” Tech says eyes dating over to you briefly. 

“Careful now,” Echo cautions, “that’s a very dangerous plan.” 

“A false Surrender, is that not illegal?” You ask. Watching Tech’s smile grow at your question. 

“It is a war crime, yes. But as you said, we are not at war.” 

“Tech.” Echo warns again, looking sheepishly at you. 

“Oh,” you realize why they’re staring at you now. “You want me to hand myself in.” 

“Not exactly.” Tech corrects, looking at Echo who throws his hands up in defeat and walks to rest in a hammock. “We will hand you over in return for Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair. Once we have them back the odds are decidedly more in our favor. It is, after all, easier to fight to save one person rather than three.” You stay silent for a moment. Thinking it all over, before coming to a conclusion. 

“I want Nython dead.” You tell them both, watching as they nod in agreement. “But I want to be the one to do it.” Echo’s head shoots up at that, shocked at your demand. “And I want them to know it was me.” There’s an emotion in your eyes neither man recognizes. 

“I agree that for you to live peacefully Nython must perish..” Tech starts, but he stops when your eyes meet his. 

You’ve thrown knives, fired blasters, and not once did the crew of the Havoc Marauder think you were malicious or dangerous. 

Until now. 

“I want him dead.” Your voice shakes, barely. “And I want it done by my hand. I want…” you stop to console the emotions building inside of you. “I want every Coruscanti lord to know what happens when they try to take a woman's life from her, when they push her to desperation, when they think that they can take and take and take, without any repercussions. I want him to fear me as I have feared him.”  Echo stands up again, looking at you from your spot on the floor. 

“And I want him to pay for what he did to you and your brothers.” You finish, watching Echo extend his hand to help you up. When you’re standing he looks at you with the kind of conviction only a soldier has. 

“Wait here.” Tech says, leaving quickly i search of something. 

“Was it too much?” You ask Echo softly. 

“Absolutely not.” He answers, as you both head to the door, allowing the fresh sea air to grace your features. Tech returns with a small dagger, a skull etched into the blade and obvious wear and tear that speaks to the history of the knife. 

“Take it, you can hide it among your clothes easily.” He tells you, watching as your hands hold it, and see it glimmer in the sunlight.  “Hunter stopped using it when the war ended. Something about too many memories. But, it means a great deal to him still, so it makes sense for you to carry it.” 

For good measure, Tech plonks a hat on your head, Because if you’re going to be a pirate, you might as well look the part.  

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Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker are put into separate cells in the bottom of Harriks ship. And he wishes you were here. Even if it is just to use your escapist skills for the bars that hold them in. He knows they’ll reach Coruscant within the day, damn the Haydian way Currents, damn the bounty hunter, damn it all to hell. 

Harrik walks down the stairs with his two biggest guards, it is not a very effective intimidation tactic given that Wrecker towers over them easily. Ignoring this, he dags over a stool to sit in front of Hunter. 

“I am going to ask you a few questions.” Harrik says, watching Hunter raise an eyebrow expecting a threat of tourture should he not comply. “And if I think you’re co-operating, the charges for your comrades can be lessened.” Harrik gestures vaguely to Wrecker and Crosshair. “I know there’s no point in threatening you, but at least consider their livelihood.” Hunter remains silent. 

“Out of curiosity, how did you come across the girl?” He asks. 

He gets no answer. 

“Why not give her up on Alderaan?” 

Nothing but the sound of waves against the ship. 

“I am being quite generous here, Sergeant.” Harrik warns, “Do you not want them to live?” 

Hunter wants nothing more than to be out of his cuffs and fighting again. 

“I guess not then.” Harrik stands, kicking the stool away, and going back up the stairs to his crew. “I am sure Lord Nython will be able to get something out of you.” 

Hunter was right, they reach Coruscant within the day, and the amount of guards awaiting them is almost laughable. And yet, there is still no sign of Volim Nython. 

“What’s the plan, Hunter?” Crosshair whispers to him as they disembark the ship. When he doesn't get an answer, Crosshair opens his mouth for a snarky comment but nothing comes. 

“Take those two down to the brig,” Harrik calls, separating Hunter from his brothers. “Bring this one with me.” 

The main hall is where Hunter is bought, the massive chandelier is full of so many jewels it hurts to look at. Sitting at the head of the table is the monster himself. 

Volim Nython. 

Immediately Hunter overheats, like the fire is surrounding him again, like the Wookie is crying in his ear, like the barrage never stops. 

“Kneel.” Harrik hisses in his ear, before delivering a swift kick to the back of his knees. The man in question drains his goblet of wine before speaking. 

“How long do you wager, it will be before she is returned?” Nython asks, not making eye contact with the sergeant. 

“I’d say before nightfall tomorrow.” Harrik answers, “if Embo’s plan works.” Nython hums in thought. 

“Tell me, Clone, why would this woman trade her life for yours?” He asks, standing and crossing to him as he speaks. When Hunter does not provide an answer, Nython backhand slaps him across the face. With his face turned to the side, he sees the tattoo properly. An evil smile comes across his features as he quietly laughs.  Pulling a chair over to sit down on, Nython smirks. 

“I shall assume you left the poor youngling to fend for itself.” He infers. “You did, didn’t you?” he provokes. “Good riddance, but here I thought clones were supposed to have honor, though vermin rarely care for anything but themse-.” 

“That child is alive and well.” Hunter says slowly, looking Nython dead in the eye. 

“And what of my wife?” Nython questions, watching him look away again. “If I offered her life for that of yourself and your company? One person for three, that is not a hard equation.” Nython draws his sword, pressing it close to Hunter's neck, enough to draw a little blood. 

“Threatening a bound man is undermining is it not?” Hunter asks.

“Do you actually care for her?” Nython is giving into rage at the realization. “And you believe she cares for you? I thought clones were smarter than that.” 

“It must drive you to insanity. Knowing I have her affection when you never will.” Hunter says with the utmost pride. 

“Then Embo is correct, she will come back for you.” Nython counters. “Either she played you a fool, and you and your crew will die for her, or what you say is true, and she returns herself to me to save you.” 

“And yet, you will live knowing a Clone had her love first.” 

Hunter swears he feels the first punch before it lands. 

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Echo firmly, albeit awkwardly attaches the dagger within your pants against the small of your back, where it will be hidden by the bulk of your coat.

“Tell me the plan again.” He demands whilst doing so, a determined look in his eyes. A part of you thinks you can see Echo as he was, before the Techno Union. You wonder if his tough voice and demanding attitude was a result of his ARC status, you wonder how many times he went over these kinds of plans with his Domino Squad. 

“Tech and I approach the courtyard, through the main entranceway, while you scale the way to get to the walkway.” “The Ramparts.” He corrects. 

“The ramparts,” you confirm. “Your movement will incapacitate the wall guards and once we have visual confirmation of Wrecker, Crosshair and Hunter, we give them hell.” Echo chuckles while straightening your jacket.  

“You remind me of my twin sometimes Aaray.” He tells you with a soft smile.  

“The other ARC?” You ask, watching Echo nod. 

“He had quite the attitude as well, was a bit of a di'kut at times, but full of fight. Just like you.” You smile at him while he remembers, Echo is not really talking to you anymore, more so voicing a memory. “He’d think you’re amazing, be all over this, ready to go. Never backed down from a fight, even when he should have.” Echo stops to blink for a moment, before looking at you again, clad in a dark blue coat, the kind of smile that reverberated through anyone who saw it. Hopeful eyes that tried to tell you it was going to be okay, and it was as if he was looking through you, and into your heart that echoed Fives. 

“Sometimes, I am grateful, I would not have wanted him to see me like this, and I would not want him to know what came of the republic. But mostly I am grateful I am not stuck in this confined space with him.” Echo jokes making you laugh a little. 

“He would have sprinted to your aid Aaray, would have fought tooth and nail for you.” 

“I can see why he is your twin then.” You tell Echo. 

“Are you two just about ready?” Tech softly calls, “we are approaching Curosant.” 

It feels like the longest walk you’ve done, down the plank and into cursoscant, a hat akin to Hunter’s is shoved onto your head to conceal you for as long as possible. It is as if your memory is walking down the docks, looking for a ship to stowaway on, you could have gone back in time for all you know, a lost girl could brush past you at any second, and she wouldn't even recognize you. 

When you reach the guarded walls you stop, there is no escape when you go through the door. 

“Echo.” You call to him softly, scared. And when he looks at you he wishes for a multitude of things. He wishes they had backup, he wishes Nython would drop dead of his own accord, he wishes you’d been born in better times, he wishes the republic was still standing.

He wishes Fives was here because he would know what to tell you. 

“You will never be in danger again after today.” Echo promises. You nod trying to convince yourself of that fact. And Echo stalks around somewhere else to breach the walls. 

The courtyard gates are always open, but no one would cross them if they knew what was good for them. 

It makes walking into a death sentence all too easy. 

Harrik steps out first, looking all too pleased with himself. Before saying something to one of the guards who disappears within the building. 

All too quickly Nython steps outside, your blood switches from hot to cold and then hot again, as if it can’t make its mind up. His longsword is attached to his hip almost as close as Harrik is to him. 

“Take the hat off.” Harrik speaks up. 

“Where are my brothers?” Tech counters. 

“Take off the hat.”  Nython raises his voice, they're still a distance away. Most likely to avoid being attacked. With one last deep breath you remove Hunter’s hat that sits low on your head, steal away your emotion and meet his eyes with a cold glare. 

“Pay the Bounty Hunter.” He says simply to Harrik when he meets your eyes. Before addressing Tech rather than yourself. 

“Have her walk to me and we will bring your reward.” 

“Bring me brothers first.” Tech states. 

“You are not in a position to bargain, clearly you can see that. And I am a man of my word, I have no use for Clone captives, they will be returned once my betrothed is safe.” You look at Tech briefly. 

“We will not leave you.” He promises. 

And so you begin crossing the courtyard. 

“My love,” Volim Nython coo’s to you, once you’ve stepped over the invisible line separating where Tech stands, and where he resides. He places a kiss on your cheek and grasps your waist tightly. 

“Try to play nice and I might let your clones live.” He hisses in your ear. The hand on your waist is so tight it brings tears to the corner of your eyes. 

“We had a deal, Nython.” Tech declares, stepping back slightly when his personal guard stands to attention. 

“Calm, calm,” you cringe as he calls. Using his free hand to wave to someone, he turns both of you away from Tech. Walking you inside he lets you pass Crosshair and Wrecker as they’re led out into the courtyard. 

“Aaray…” Wrecker murmurs when he sees you, and even Crosshair’s face drains when he sees you in Nythons grasp. You're twisting now, trying to see what's going on. One thought resonating in your mind. 

Hunter. 

“Oh, I was hoping you would not have to witness this.” The eel holding you says, but you can tell from the smile on his face he is lying. 

The last two guards walking Crosshair and Wrecker forward are dragging a limp form with them. Hair hanging in his face, boots scraping the cobblestone pathway, barely conscious, Hunter. 

You struggle so quickly you’re almost free of Nythons grasp. But he’s quick to remedy that, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling your back to his chest. His forearm inches higher threatening to tighten around your neck if you move again. 

“I am a generous man.” Nython seethes in your ear, “But I will not have my betrothed’s disappearance go unpunished.” 

“No!” You writhe in his grasp, and your voice is enough to cause Hunter’s head to whip up, eyes wide when his meet yours. 

“No…” He echos, pulling at the hands that are dragging him along, digging his feet into the stone, anything to get to you.  

“Echo!” You call to him, wherever he is. Nython leans in close to your ear to whisper: 

“Do you not see, this is the loyalty of clones. They have their own back, they do not care for you. My dear, you have been played.” his hand moves to grab your jaw, turning it so you can watch Wrecker and Crosshair be returned to Tech. And then to the block in the middle of the courtyard that was placed during your struggle. 

“Hunter!” You scream to him, desperate. 

“Hush my sweet.” Nython demands, “as I said, someone needs to pay for your disobedience.” 

“Spare him.” You beg, it is as if the world moves in slow motion. “Spare him and you can have me, I'll do anything for his life.” 

“And that is why he must die!” Nython rages, throwing you to the ground. “I have you. You belong to me, for the rest of your sorry days, and there is nothing your pathetic clone can do about it.” 

Nythons men are struggling to hold Hunter into place on the block, even with his hands behind his back, he is a dangerous man. 

Where is Echo? Your mind screams, where are Tech and Wrecker and Crosshair? You stand up and without thinking run towards the Sergeant. Nython catches you with ease, struggling against your pull. 

“Please.” You beg, “you won!” You turn to scream in his face, “he does not need to die, you won! You have everything you want!” You stop when Hunter screams in frustration, they have his legs out from under him, his head pinned onto the block and held in place by the latching mechanism. 

Your eyes search Nython’s for any hint of mercy. 

“I am begging you.” You whisper. He kicks you to the ground again, and from upside down you see Tech fighting off a guard trying to subdue him. 

“You really do care about him.” Volim comes to realization.  

“Yes,” you breathe. He sees red. 

“Wait!” He calls, holding up a hand, motioning for Harrik to change places with him. “I’ll kill him myself.”

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[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (13).

Special thank you to Yeagle for editing and inspiring me to keep going :D!!

And thank you to everyone else, for reading and interacting with the story <3

Trigger warning: anxiety attack

Chapter Thirteen

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Vanessa sat on the front stoop, waiting for Luis and Gregory to return. She hoped that they would hurry up, the neighbors were eyeing her. Awkwardly, she waved at an old woman checking her mail across the street.

The old woman scowled at her, hobbling back to her house. 

Vanessa sighed, staring down at her lap. Interacting with people had never been her strong suit. Well, interacting with adults anyway. 

They were so…judgmental and rude. Perhaps it’s hypocritical of her to say so, as she herself is over the age of eighteen. But it was true. Adults had always given Vanessa a hard time, berating her controlling her and never listening to her. An endless cycle that was destined to repeat until she died. 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Here she goes again, being overdramatic. 

Luis chose that moment to pull into the driveway, saving her from a downward spiral that could only lead to bad things. He parked, and she practically sprinted to the car. 

( Calm down, Vanessa. She told herself, slowing down. Why are you so excited to see them anyway?)

She…she doesn’t have an answer to that. 

Gregory squealed when he saw her, wriggling in his car seat. 

…and maybe she didn’t need one, at least for now. 

Right now, looking at the toddler’s chocolate-covered face, there’s a bigger issue to be dealt with. 

-x-x-x-

Vanessa helps Luis with dinner. Well, at least she attempted to. But Gregory refused to leave her side. He clung to her, like a baby monkey. It would be cute, if not for the hot stove and hotter oven that he keeps getting way too close to. 

At one point, Luis kicked her out of the kitchen. Though he uses the word, banished (the absolute dork).  

She played with Gregory in the living room. He smiled up at her, before running a truck across the floor. Vanessa had no idea how she would ever repay Luis’ kindness. All of his time, energy, and limited funds to help rectify a stupid mistake she made. 

“Vroom! Vroom!” Gregory shouts, sounding nothing like the shivering, sickly boy she took from the alley. He smiled at her again. “You see? My truck went reeeealllly fast! Wanna see?”

She nodded.

As Vanessa watches him play, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. A clawing, terribly gut-wrenching feeling that has only seemed to get worse the longer she spends with Gregory. And it was not the boy’s fault either. 

She’s certainly dealt with kids of a worse temperament (not that Gregory’s at all hard to manage). Kids have spat on her, hit her, cussed at her, and threatened all manner of awful things. But she never once felt this uneasy around them. 

And she really does enjoy his company. Hearing his tiny giggles makes her feel all warm and sunny inside. 

So, as she does with most things nowadays, Vanessa pushes her feelings of dread, deep, deep down. 

It’s not long after that dinner was served. Spaghetti and meatballs. Simple and fast. Luis was a wonderful cook.

Gregory babbled endlessly about his new friends and the daycare between bites of garlic bread and sauce-coated spaghetti noodles. Both Luis and she make a valiant (but gentle) attempt to scold him for talking with his mouth full. He didn’t listen, and neither of them can bring themselves to get upset about it.

They listen intently to the same story about glitter glue drying on the carpet for the sixth time in a row. Vanessa’s eyes flit over to Luis, curious for his reaction. 

He always had the best reactions. 

He’s laser-focused on Gregory, nodding along. “Yeah, and then what?” Luis asks, tone completely serious. 

“And then….” 

She smiled down at her half-empty plate. 

See, she told herself. There’s nothing to worry about. 

She always got so worked up over nothing. 

-x-x-x-

After dinner was a blur of bedtime routine (bath time, brushing teeth, and getting a wriggling, squirming three-year-old into pjs). She cleaned up in the kitchen while Luis dealt with all the craziness. 

Washing the dishes and wiping up the table gave her a moment to breathe. The actions are repetitive in nature, and she quickly finds herself floating away. As a child she often found herself having incredibly imaginative daydreams. 

They ranged from placing herself in the book she was reading at the time, imagining her ideal future in game design, or even present solutions to problems (for instance, her bull-headed mother apologizing to her for once instead of the other way around). 

Maladaptive daydreaming is apparently the word for it. Though, it never interfered enough with her day-to-day life for her to ever seek help. She used to love that feeling, cling to it like a lifeline. It was addictive. Getting through the day was made bearable by her dreams. Rewriting the wrongs in her life (or escaping them all together) were only a single thought away. 

Now…

….now she hates that feeling. 

Of floating away. 

Of being lost in her thoughts. 

It reminded her of-

“Vanessa?” 

She got startled, the plate falling from her hands. Thankfully, it was Gregory’s plastic kiddie plate, so it just thudded against the floor. 

Luis moved to grab it before she recomposed herself. “Are you alright?” He dropped the plate in the sink. 

She looked at the cupboard over his shoulder. It was better than facing the concern etched into his every feature. 

(All she ever did was make him panic and worry.)

“I’m fine.”

Luis tilted his head to the side, in a way that usually indicated he didn’t believe a word she was saying. “And you’d tell me if you weren’t, right, ‘Ness?”

“Of course.”

He sighed. “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, Gregory has requested your presence. He wants you to tuck him in.”

She nodded, drying her hands on a dish rag. 

“I’ll finish cleaning up,” Luis said, swapping places with her. “I put him in the guest room. It’s up the stairs, first door on the left.”

The uneasy feeling returned, contrasting heavily with the happy warmth she experienced earlier. She tugged her sleeves down. “Are you sure you don’t want to tuck him in?”

Luis shook his head. “Of course, I do. But I already said goodnight. He wants you now.” He smiled, trying his best to reassure her. “It won’t take five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” She asked rhetorically. 

“Five minutes at most ,” Luis answered, turning away to start on the remaining dishes. He sounded so sure of himself. 

He always did. 

She loved that about him. 

Vanessa has not been sure about a single thing, in her entire life. 

-x-x-x-

Gregory sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs. It was a queen-sized mattress, and way too big for someone so tiny. But Luis had boxed some pillows in the center into a makeshift gate of sorts. She fought the urge to mother-hen about it. Luis’ phone was charging on the nightstand, so it was likely he planned on camping out here. 

Gregory squealed, throwing himself at her. 

“Oof!” She managed to catch him, earning a round of bubbly giggles. 

“Yay!” 

She plopped him down in the center of the pillow-gate. He sank into the mattress (which gave her a mini heart attack. The image of him suffocating made Vanessa dig her nails into her palm until it disappeared). She made sure that he was able to wiggle around, and that his head was supported and not buried under the heavy comforter. 

She tucked him in. “Goodnight.” She soothed his hair back, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

Despite his energy not two seconds ago, Gregory fought to keep his eyes open. He leaned into her touch, almost basking in it. It made her heart sad, though she didn't dwell on it. She started to move off the bed. 

Gregory yawned, snuggling deeper into the covers. “‘Night, mommy. I love you.”

All of the air in Vanessa’s lungs vanished. She gritted her teeth, fighting back the urge to throw up. “L-lo- uh….Goodnight.” Her stomach curled in on itself. An image flashes before her. Brown hair. Amber eyes. Kind face.

Gregory had completely passed out, which was probably for the best. She swallowed down bile, and hurried from the room. 

She stumbled into the hall. Brown hair. Amber eyes. Kind face. 

Luis is right outside. He catches her, holding her delicately by the shoulders. “‘Ness? ‘Ness, are you okay?”

Vanessa shoved him away. “I-I need to go home.”

He looked at her, eyes wide. “‘Ness, you need to rest. You only ever get worse without sleep.”

She shook her head frantically. “No. I need to leave. I want to go home.” She didn’t wait for his response, turning tail and running until she reached the confines of her car. 

Vanessa caught her breath, starting the engine. 

Brown hair. Amber eyes. Kind face. 

The air was knocked from her lungs again. 

She needed to leave, now!

Putting her car into reverse, she pulled out of the driveway. 

As she drove away, she looked into her rearview mirror one last time. 

Luis stood at the end of his driveway, head in his hands. 

What had she done?

-x-x-x-

The time she made it back to her apartment would be impressive if not the countless traffic laws Vanessa had violated in order to do so. 

Everything was exactly as she left it. Even the glass of water she forgot to finish before she left for work. She stumbled to her bed. The image was fading now, but the overwhelming dread lingered on. 

Some rest should make her feel better. 

Energy completely depleted; Vanessa hopped into bed. Still dressed in her work uniform. She pulled the covers over her head, hiding. It was uncomfortable. Stifling hot. 

She’s safe. 

…..She’s safe….

….she’s….s…a…f….e…..

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[dent-de-leon]

Top 5 CritRole episodes!

Okay, SO!! Sorry this took so long and that I ended up writing just way too much. I got a few different variations of this question a while ago, and it took a bit to think about. CR episodes are honestly so long, it just leaves me with too much I want to say. 

I’m sticking with just Campaign 2 episodes to help narrow this down a bit. Also, this is really just me rambling about how much I love the Nein and especially Molly. So: 

5) Episode 1: Curious Beginnings. I watched that stream live and it just made me so happy and excited and I don’t think anything else got me invested so quickly. I’d heard of Critical Role before, tried to watch a few episodes of Campaign 1 but kept feeling a little lost at first. Decided to try again with the premiere of C2, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. 

Everyone’s characters meeting for the first time was so much fun and Matt putting on the whole fantastical circus show was just magical. Pretty sure I fell for Mollymauk the very second Taliesin started speaking, and that’s my own fault. I don’t know, early C2 and that first episode especially just have a certain charm to me, it really drew me into the story and made me feel for these characters. All of them being outcasts also made them very endearing to me. They were fun and scrappy and (mostly) untrusting, and still they all came crashing into each other, and it felt like they belonged together. 

After that, I kept watching all the other episodes live until one day when I couldn’t because something else came up--that ended up being episode 26. I literally could not make this up. Very first time I ever missed an episode, but found out what happened later that night and could not bring myself to watch CR again for several months. Absolutely hit me out of nowhere and broke my heart. 

4) Episode 86: The Cathedral. I love Yasha, I really do. And this is one of those episodes that reminds me why. Beau just saying, “Long time no see,” when Yasha stalks up to her, still trying to just talk to her friend even though she can’t hear her. That devastating crit. Ashley being so upset that she has to keep attacking Beau even after she falls, Matt saying, “It evokes imagery that you’ve seen once before,” and Marisha just going, “Molly...” Yasha crying when she lands that blow and then walks away from Beau. 

Lightning shattering all the stained glass windows as Yasha falls to the floor with such a cathartic scream when she’s finally freed. Caduceus being the one to dispel Obann’s control and then stabilizing Beau in the same turn, because Grave Clerics are unbelievable. Yasha finally being free again after so long, knowing that she was saved by her family.

And really, there’s something so haunting and fitting about the imagery of Yasha ripping Obann’s wings off in front of shattered stained glass. We know how much earning her wings means to Yasha, so this punishment really feels like one of the most thematically compelling instances of How Do You Want To Do This. I think it also feels extra special because not only is Yasha back, but we finally get Ashley back. And I love it. Taliesin just throwing an arm around her and going, “Fuck some shit up!!” is one of my favorite things. 

Also!! This whole combat is wild. Caleb crashing through the stained glass window on his cat’s paw in the most cinematic way, and then tumbling down off the claws and falling to the floor because he is still a squishy little wizard with no athletics. That moment when Obann charms Beau and she just thinks of meditating at the sea in Nicodranas, using Stillness of Mind to break free through sheer force of will. 

The fact that we finally get to see Pumat fighting!! Taliesin and Liam simultaneously screaming, “Pumat Swole!!” Veth being charmed for like half the episode and how absolutely hilariously Sam plays it. I also think Veth had a very cool HDYWTDT too, when she draws her crossbow and the Traveler’s hand reaches out to correct her aim just a bit, helping her strike the cultist down. It’s just one of those little things that shows how everyone’s gods really looked out for the party. Then there’s the Inevitable Friend phasing in and out and haunting the whole battle, which I just think is very fun. 

3) Episode 111: New Homes and Old Friends. WIDOGAST’S NASCENT NINE SIDED TOWER!! Liam narrating so much of the episode, taking his friends on a tour of this lovingly handcrafted gift he’d been working on for so long just for them. The way Caleb catered it to everyone’s personalities so well, the care and thought and love he poured into all of it, because creativity in magic is how Caleb expresses himself.

The Nein were all just so moved by Caleb’s kind and attentive nature, all of them so grateful for this new home. There’s so many cute little moments, like Jester cuddling with all the cats. Or Fjord saying that everything in his room is just perfect, except, “Could I make a small request? Critique? The hammock was amazing. Could you make it sway as if I was in a boat? It was the only thing that was missing.” 

Mollymauk’s stained glass mural is one of the first things that you see after you really enter the tower. The pain in Caleb’s voice when he says he’s been planning this since half the party was taken by the Iron Shepherds. The knowledge that he wanted to build a shelter and home for all of them, a place where they could always feel safe at night.

How much it hurts to see that Caleb still isn’t ready to extend that same love to himself; the way he waits for everyone to fall asleep so he can sit in a replica of the room where he was tortured, still thinking about Astrid and Wulf and Trent and everything he’s endured until now. It’s another reminder of how Caleb will always carry these scars, and how badly he just wants to rebuild the life he lost. 

And of course, we have the Eyes of Nine. It’s just fascinating watching the Mighty Nein unravelling the trail Lucien and the Tomb Takers left behind. Marisha is such a voracious notetaker and she really gets so excited with her theories throughout the episode. 

I also love the part where they find out that Cree no longer works for the Gentleman, when they collect on all their blood vials and Beau just says, “We want that one that’s labeled Mollymauk.” I remember that moment gave me chills the first time I watched it. I don’t know, I just really love seeing Beau do detective work and collecting all her notes and the look of absolute horror on Caleb’s face when she tears out a page from this book at the Cobalt Soul. I could just watch a whole miniseries that’s just Beau solving weird mysteries.

Then there’s the question of whether or not to visit Mollymauk. Jester had offered to bring Caleb’s parents back before, and while he thinks that isn’t possible (maybe because he doesn’t have their bodies??). He does ask if Jester could bring back Mollymauk instead. “I have a foolish question, perhaps...Jester, you only just asked me about potentially bringing my mother and father back. While not possible, because we have no--well. It’s not possible. But if he still lies at rest where we left him, is it possible...?” 

That alone just breaks my heart, because we know reuniting with his parents is what Caleb wants most of all. And while he believes it just isn’t possible under the circumstances, that he just can’t have that right now--he does dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, he can still bring back someone else that he lost. 

And he’s so driven and just excited at the thought, at the hope, “It could be a reunion,” that Jester actually takes him aside and gently tells him why everyone else is so hesitant to bring Molly back; trying her best to manage his expectations and make him understand why the rest of the Nein aren’t pushing for this like he is. “Caleb? I think one of the reasons why some of us are...a little hesitant to go talk to Molly, is because it is a little painful, to do that. So, that’s maybe why Beau is...is holding back on that, I think. Just so you know...But it’s important.” “I think so.” 

How anxious Beau and Yasha are about the thought of visiting Mollymauk, how both of them especially have been dreading this moment. Beau reaching out to hold her hand because she knows Yasha still aches with grief. Veth wanting to check the grave, but promising to be careful, to try and not disturb Mollymauk if his body is still there. 

The anticipation steadily building throughout this entire episode and finally leading up to this--to everyone’s blood running cold when Veth gently disrupts the grave site and realizes something’s very wrong. Caleb immediately dropping down to his knees and saying, “I’m going to hell anyway,” and just clawing away at the dirt. The implication that Caleb believes he himself is already doomed, and has no qualms about whatever he has to do to try and reach Mollymauk. Everyone looking on in disbelief, the grave getting dug up more and more, until they know for sure it’s empty. 

Jester scrying one last time and seeing Lucien in the snow with a smile on his face. Everyone screaming and pointing fingers at Taliesin and how absolutely chaotic that whole cliffhanger is. Taliesin being so smug and excited even though he’s completely in the dark about what Matt’s plotting and honestly doesn't know anything.

I’d love this episode if it was just Caleb’s tower showing his love for the rest of the Nein, or just the grave being empty--that rush of adrenaline and sudden hope of possibility. But it’s both of those things combined with the fact that Caleb of all people is the one most driven to return to Molly’s grave, the one who keeps asking if they can bring him back.

2) Episode 14: Fleeting Memories. I feel like this one has to have a high spot purely for how many times I’ve rewatched it and the kind of impact it had on me. We find out so many interesting things about Mollymauk’s backstory--just enough to make it all the more gutting when we lose him so soon. But there’s so much about his personality in that Zone of Truth scene that really stuck with me, that makes it clear the exact kind of person he is. A number of Mollymauk lines that I will never be over: 

In response to Caleb asking, “Are you a good guy?” the absolute sincerity of, “I’d like to think so.” 

“Can you imagine what it would feel like to not remember anything that happened to you so far?...It’s very freeing. It’s the best thing--it’s the thing that happened to me. It’s not the best thing that happened to me, it’s the thing that happened to me. I found peace in building a new person. [In] the Moonweaver--”

“I don’t want to remember anything. I don’t want anybody else’s baggage in my head, I don’t want anybody else’s problems, thoughts, ideas...I like this person. [This person], right now, is a good person, is a fine person, is a happy person.” 

“I like my bullshit. It’s good. It’s happy. It makes other people happy.” 

“Literally decorated a pair of swords to make them look special. Thought maybe it’d make it less likely they’d think there’s something special about me...”

“Things came back quick, and the circus helped. They were good people. They did a lot for me, and joy can fill an awful lot in a person’s life.”

“I may be a liar, but I’m never a betrayer. I’m honest in my work and I believe in doing a good turn.”

“I stayed with that circus for two years, I know how people treat each other. It’s important.”

“I don’t care where you’ve been. I don’t care what terrible things any of you have done. You’re here now. This is how it works.” 

“I always try to be helpful when I turn cards for people.”

“I’ll tell you--and this is true--I did my best every town I went to and every town I left, no matter how they treated me. And a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect...I left every town better than I found it.�� 

Caleb telling Molly, “I am satisfied, Mollymauk Tealeaf. For now.” And Molly, who’s still experiencing his worst nightmare, being so grateful for any bit of support. “This was not how I expected this to go. Thank you.” 

Molly just quietly patting Yasha on the back and going, “Thank you, dear,” when the spell ends, just happy that she’s here with him now and would never abandon him over Lucien’s past. 

It just means a lot to me that Mollymauk is someone who carved his own path, who was so unapologetically and loudly himself, colorful and daring and fiercely protective. He’s absolutely fine with deceiving everyone, but he believes his bullshit is so much kinder than the truth and makes people happy. Sincerely wants to leave every single place better than he found it. 

Won’t let anyone else or anything from the past define him, slowly reclaims his body piece by piece with tattoos of his own art to cover up Lucien’s marks. Someone who’s been through so much pain but has also learned to fill his life with a lot of joy. I just love everything Molly’s story represents and I’m so grateful for what little of it we are lucky enough to see. 

Also, we learn about the Tombtakers! And get to see a glimpse of Cree’s blood magic. 

1) Episode 140: Long May He Reign. This episode has everything. It’s “You’re killing her! You love her. You’re killing her.” “Molly, I’ve never forgiven myself! For not being there--when you died. I wish I could have saved you. I wish I could’ve done something.” “Please come back to us. I’ve missed you so much. I don’t really know what to say or how you’re supposed to do this, but all I want is for you to be here right now. And be whole.” “I just lean down and kiss him on the cheek.” “Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf.” 

It’s “Whoever it was, just put it back. I think they’ve earned it. Put it back.” “Love.” All of it still feels so heartbreaking and heartwarming and bittersweet and surreal. 

I think everything about 140 was just about perfect and that Lucien was absolutely worthy of being the final villain. Aeor Arc is one of my favorites, I don’t think Campaign 2 could ever be the same without it. The Mighty Nein taking down Lucien and saving the world that will never thank them, risking their lives because they want to save all their loved ones--including Mollymauk--that just feels right. 

So much of 140 feels like the narrative really coming full circle in a way that’s just so rewarding and cathartic. It’s thematically fitting because so much of C2 revolves around redemption, new starts, rebirth--this notion that it’s never too late for a second chance, so long as your heart is open to it. 

Vox Machina are forever known as heroes. The Nein don’t get that; no one but each other will ever know everything they risked and what they fought to the death against. But all their suffering isn’t for nothing. They get back their friend. They all get to go home together. That’s their reward. And without it, I think C2 would just feel too tragic. Not even bittersweet, just...hollow, as if getting their hopes up again and again only to have to go through this grieving process all over was just inevitable. 

My heart’s still aching over how much love Mollymauk and the rest of the Nein have for each other; it’s the entire core of episode 140, and the entire overarching final arc of this campaign. I can’t get over that moment when Laura suggests the reason Lucien attacked Jester and Caleb so viciously--and eventually killed them--was because they were the ones who kept reaching out to Molly and really breaking through. Molly laughs at Jester’s joke, tears his claws across his own face when he realizes Lucien hurt her. Stops himself from hitting Beau. 

And when Caleb calls out to Molly, that too shakes something in Lucien. The way Caleb’s voice breaks a little in each plea, the way he looks to Molly and begs, “Please, don’t give up. You can find your own life again. There will be time for that later.” It’s so satisfying to see Matt work in a mechanic where the Nein are rewarded for bonding with Molly and trying to free him. 

Then it’s Jester of all people who gets the How Do You Want To Do This, who still talks to Molly right up until the end, wants him to know that the Nein all love him and they still want him to come home. It’s the very thing her tarot reading somehow foretold, and that in itself is so unbelievable. “I know you’re in there, Molly. We love you so much, and we want you back. Lucien doesn’t deserve you.” Those last haunting moments when Mollymauk briefly regains control. And he finishes it himself, tears himself apart because he refuses to let anyone control him, won’t let his body be used to hurt any of his loved ones again. It’s vivid and visceral and too painful. 

And that resurrection--I’m still reeling from that. Caleb’s plea to the rest of the Nein to save Molly is so heartbreaking. He just came back from death himself, is still in so much pain. But he just limps over to Molly’s body, determined to do what he came here for. “Why did we come this far, if not for this?...Why did we go so far and fight so hard? We would do this for any one of us.” 

For Caleb, it was always leading up to this. He couldn’t conceive of going to Cognouza if they didn’t bring Mollymauk home with them; he was never going to leave there without trying everything he could to rescue him. Like how Jester said she never forgave herself after Molly’s death, never stopped wishing she could have done something to help him. Because Mollymauk will always be a member of the Mighty Nein, and he won’t let any of them get left behind. When Caduceus asks if they could perform the ritual after they plane shift, Caleb is adamant that they don’t wait another moment. “No. Now.” 

It’s Caleb who performs the ritual, and it’s the greatest culmination of all his power and arcane studies throughout the narrative. Liam describes how Caleb channels all of his magic and willpower and imagination into this, and how so very good and cathartic it feels to finally be able to heal instead of his powers being abused to tear down and destroy. 

And then Caleb gently encourages the others to come forward one by one.  Yasha first, who knew Mollymauk the most, who just wants to see her friend again more than anything and doesn’t want him to have to feel the gnawing pain of Emptiness anymore. Then Jester, still holding onto the cards Molly always used to make her happy, and she’s so excited to share she’s been learning tarot too. But it just isn’t the same without Molly. 

And finally Beau, because of course it’d be Beau. For a bit I think she really did believe Molly hated her, or that she hated him; and by the time she realized how very fond they actually were for each other, the mutual respect and playfulness and surprisingly vulnerable truths shared between them--they were nearly out of time. And Beau goes up to Molly last and she promises him that this time the Nein are strong enough to save him--the way Molly sacrificed himself to save all of them. 

My heart dropped when Matt rolled that natural 1. The soft way Caleb says, “He’s lifeless,” and then that painful goodbye. Brushing away a lock of hair and kissing Mollymauk on the forehead, returning that touch of tenderness Molly gave to him so long ago; it really is one of the most tragic moments and yet its also so full of love and longing, Caleb trying to offer Molly one last comfort. 

I know a lot of people don’t read Caleb and Molly’s feelings as romantic, but I think one of the most intimate and heartfelt lines in C2 is, “I lean down, kiss him on the forehead where he kissed me a long time ago, and push the sweaty hair out of his eyes.” Something about the fact that this one little comfort from Molly stayed with Caleb after all this time, was still on his mind. Caleb being closed off and so terrified of intimacy at first, but reaching out to Molly and returning his forehead kiss in the very end. 

Yasha crying, just looking to Caleb and going, “There’s nothing else to do? Caleb?” Because she just wants her best friend back, and she thinks if anyone could do it it would be Caleb, the person who argued so passionately to bring Molly back, the person most driven to resurrect him at the grave, the one who poured all their magic into the ritual. 

And Caleb can only helplessly say there’s nothing he can do. And Yasha, who is so torn apart, who loved Molly more than anyone, she cries for him again and insists, “Well, we can’t leave him here.” Because if nothing else, she wants Molly’s body to at least come home with them. She won’t leave him. 

Essek walks away and cries over this lost soul he never even met, so upset that Fjord goes to comfort him and they have a very bittersweet philosophical discussion about life and death. Jester goes to tell Molly goodbye. All of them lamenting the fact that after they fought so hard, they still couldn’t save this one person they loved so much. The absolute bitterness and defeat when Caleb says, “I know it was a hard-fought victory, but it still feels like we lost.” Essek actually admits this is the only time he’s ever seen Caleb look defeated, and that says so much about how gutting this loss was for him. To Caleb, none of it feels like it matters if they can’t bring Molly back. If the Nein aren’t all together.

And then Taliesin...Taliesin--the quiet way Deuces just walks off to the side, trying not to disturb the rest of the Nein while they commiserate and grieve, giving them a bit of space. And then, while he’s there--just for the hell of it--casting a final pivotal Divine Intervention. Because Deuces is such an empathetic and caring person, someone who looked at everything their friends went through and simply doesn’t think it’s fair that this member of their family was torn away from them. 

And it works!! Against all odds, after rolling a 2%, it really works. And it truly feels like it was meant to be. Matt laughing in disbelief and saying how much he just loves this game, the way all the other players went from choking up and crying to being unable to stop themselves from smiling...it just really does feel magical. 

And Molly’s first moments are so very heartbreaking; that innocence and vulnerability, the initial shock and fear and the way he just holds his head in his hands and keeps saying, “Empty.” Then Yasha walks forward and calls his name, says he isn’t Empty. And in that moment all his feelings come rushing back again, and Molly looks at her and just says, “Love” with such fondness and relief. Those moments when Yasha embraces him and gives him the biggest hug, just holds him close and is so grateful he’s here and whole...it’s so good, and Ashley and Taliesin play off each other in that scene so well.

It’s so clever and just beautiful that Taliesin doesn’t just leave Molly with Empty, but gives him a handful of other words too--the ones from his Tarot deck--those little virtue names Mollymauk assigned to all his loved ones even though they never knew. The realization that Molly was drawing cards for the Nein all this time, that he really did love them and wanted to remember his time with them. And now he finally gets to be with them again.

#the very short summary of this is--i just love molly #thats it thats the post

[noxiatoxia]

hi its me the dead anon and i would like to share that maybe 2 nights ago i was up rlly late. and i was figuring out what i was going to write back to ur last response to my other ask when i got really tired

in my strange sleep deprived state i was hit with 'inspiration' and opened google docs. within a matter of a couple hours, from 1-2 am, i wrote a pages long fic where kaoru kills himself and hikaru was so upset and made myself cry so hard i passed out.

when i woke up i looked at it and it really wasn't that good?? but at the same time it was and it made me cry again so. theres that. if you were wondering what ive been doing instead of responding

anyway very sorry about dying. ive really wanted to send u asks but ive been stressed out so im not great at coming up with hcs. very uninspired (besides my weird kaoru suicide fic but. yk)

maybe this says something about my current mental state. maybe not. idk

NOOOOOOOOO HAHSJSOKDFJ I SHOULDNT LAUGH BUT THE IDEA YOU WOKE UP FROM A HALF AWAKE DAZE AND WERE LIKE "FUCK I GOTTA WRITE KAORU KILLING HIMSELF" CRIED, THEN PASSED OUT IS SUCH A FUNNY MENTAL IMAGE.

But like I GET IT!!! same shit happens to me. I'm about to sleep but inspo STRIKES and I HAVE to get it on paper. It actually happened last night... Idk if I'll turn the idea into a full fic I'll post but it was a comedic concept nonetheless

The idea of one of the twins dying always kills me bc it's like... SO fucking sad.... the heartbreak is too much for me... i like happy endings... But like, I get it. Sometimes you just gotta write super depressing stuff. I have before.

The idea tho of one of the twins having a nightmare abt the other dying... Oughh. Like some super vivid nighmare that has one of them bolting up in bed panting on the verge of tears, immediately seeking the other twin and hurriedly waking them up to make sure they're still alive.

Like for example, maybe Hikaru waking up a month after Kaoru had his really bad depressive episode that scared the shit out of him. In his nightmare though...things don't have such a happy ending. And Kaoru does what he worried so much about every night in that dream, and he loses his little brother, and it feels so real.

Hikaru wakes up with a really startled jolt and is on the verge of a panic attack. His first immediate course of action is to turn around and nearly shake Kaoru off the bed, panickedly saying his name.

Kaoru of course wakes up sleepy and confused, barely awake as Hikaru begins to squeeze the air out of him with a bear hug. He's mumbling some things Kaoru can't piece together in his tired state, but Kaoru can tell he's really upset...so he just holds Hikaru and sleepily mumbles some reassuring things to him, and it does make Hikaru feel better, just to hear him alive and well...

Also since I'm a sucker for close physical affection between the twins I like to think Hikaru sometimes kisses Kaoru on the cheek. He did it more when they were younger, but he still does it I think under special occasions. I think this would be one of them... He was just so broken up in his dream and it scared him so so badly, so as Kaoru is stroking his hair lazily and sleepily murmuring reassurances to him, Hikaru sniffling as he's trying NOT to burst into tears, he kisses Kaoru on the cheek. Kaoru makes a small confused noise because he isn't expecting it, but he gives Hikaru a kiss back. He basically ends up passing out after that bc he's barely awake as is but Hikaru stays up long after that, holding Kaoru and just listening to his steady, deep breaths and resting heartbeat. Just taking in the fact his brother is still here and alive.

He eventually falls asleep once dawn begins to filter through the curtains.

Also it's okay for not sending asks!!! Life is tough and busy. Your health & happiness is far more important!!! I really love your hikakao and ouran asks in general they are my day's highlight. But I'm here if you just want to send general asks about whatever :) DMs are always open too!

#ILL GET TO UR OTHER ASK A LITTLE LATER I HAVE THOUGHTS ON IT... MUCH TO SAY... #hikakao #ohshc #;noxiatalks2ya