#that she was also disappointed cause they cut and edited it in such a way that none of these things were breadcrumbed in before this

[auroreliis]

Hi can you please write a fic of yandere batfam with fem reader who is so so so in love with this guy that she's friends with, maybe the batfam get to take her to a party because they don't trust her on her own thinking she'd try to escape so they bring her but her friends are there and they see her stuttering and blushing with one guy. She looks so in love with him and is completely head over heels. Can I request a whole long fic for this?

Can do! I did have to change it a little in order to make the yandere-ish concept a little more apparent. Hope you don't mind ^^

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: You're in love, but how does your family feel about it?

CW: slight social isolation

(not edited or proofread)

"No", Dick's words caused to to turn to him.

"I asked dad, not you", you argued, not content with his reply.

"I said no, it doesn't matter who you asked. The answer is no. You will not be going to that party", Richard stated firmly.

"Your brother has a point, you go to school to learn things, not to make friends. You have no reason to go to that party.", your father chimed in.

"Please, dad. Can I please go?", you begged, hoping to change his mind.

Bruce sighed inaudibly, "I'm sorry, but no."

You huffed in disappointment before leaving angrily.

This was ridiculous.

They didn't allow you to participate in any human interaction outside of the manor.

You did have friends, but they only recently found out about it.

There was this person in your friend group who made your knees weak.

However, you couldn't tell them that they were the reason you wanted to go to the party, because they would fume.

You had no idea what they would do, if they found out that you were in love with someone, but you assume that they would hurt them or something.

You slammed your door shut, hoping they heard it and maybe decided to change their minds, before throwing yourself onto your bed.

They were hopeless, utterly hopeless.

A knock on your door made you think that they had, in fact, changed their minds, but you opened the door to find Jason standing there, instead.

"What's wrong, kiddo?", Jason asked.

"I'm not a kid. Also, dad and Dick won't let me go to a party", you muttered in defeat, slowly coming to terms with the fact that there was no way you were going to see your beloved.

"A party, well, they probably assume you'll be doing drugs or some other shit. No wonder they won't let you", Jason tried to comfort you.

"Drugs? What, no! Obviously not! I just want to spend time with my friends", you defended yourself.

Jason hummed in thought.

"Alright, if you agree to spend time with with me, I'll take you to the party", he spoke, a smug grin on his face, since he knew you would agree.

"What will we be doing?", you stalled, feeling this was too good to be true.

"I won't tell you yet, so make your choice."

A groan escaped your lips, "Fine. Just take me to that party!"

Huffing in defeat, you stood in front of the entrance, not willing to go in yet.

"This...isn't quite what I had in mind", you spoke, tugging at the handcuff attached to your right hand and Jason's left.

"Well, I can't let you leave, can I? Bruce would kill me", he spoke, obviously not concerned at all.

"Well, if I enter this house chained to you, people are going to think that YOU'LL kill ME."

Jason gasped dramatically, "I would never!"

You didn't bother replying.

You just wanted to go back home at this point.

You would rather not be chained to Jason, but there was no way that he would let you run around freely like that. You should've known.

Your hand lightly tugged at the handcuff, hoping it would release you from its bounds, but to no avail.

"Listen, if ya don't wanna go in, we can go back home-" "No!", you cut him off.

You decided that you would like to see your beloved first.

Talking to them was...awkward to say the least. Jason was chained to your hand and all but stared holes through your beloved.

They were quite intimidated and left.

Not only was your brother scary, but you were also shaking, not from fear though, you were so nervous about talking to them, that you barely formed a full sentence.

This was dreadful to you.

Jason, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He doesn't get invited to parties often, so this was new for him. Not that he was invited to this one or anything.

"Let's go", you mumbled to him, after all of your friends left out of fear.

"Already? I thought you were so desperate to go to this party?", he mocked.

That tone. You immediately recognised that tone.

He was making fun of you.

He was purposefully scaring away your friends.

Your blood boiled and for a moment you were tempted to punch him, but he was much stronger than you and would undoubtedly get irritated if you tried.

So you stayed silent, taking in all of the information you just recieved. He probably only offered to take you to the party to see who your friends were.

You scolded yourself for not realising sooner.

Of course.

Why else would he take you to the party?

He only ever makes things difficult for you.

You should've known.

Your mind wandered for the rest of the night.

All of your memories were blurry. You don't even remember how you got home, all you remember was throwing yourself onto your bed.

You were lost in thought.

They didn't even let you fall in love. Would you ever be able to have a normal life again?

There was a knock at the door.

Your eyes shut and you sighed.

Here we go again.

#dick grayson #yandere dick grayson #bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne #jason todd #yandere jason todd #dc comics #platonic yandere #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #batfam #x reader

[midnightsnyx]

Hi I had an imagine idea for any hockey player as a boyfriend (I'm indecisive if you can't tell lol) but what about a scenario where reader's watching her boyfriend's hockey game, and while she cheers for him there's a group of girls nearby who hate on her? Like what if everyone knows that the hockey player and reader are dating and there are a few fans that aren't really happy with the reader and a couple of those people happen to be sitting near her at the game?

The rest is up to you, happy writing :P

hi ty for the request❤️ i picked jack hughes i hope you like it!! <3 also sorry it’s kind of angsty and short & definitely not edited cause i’m 99% asleep rn😂

you loved supporting jack at his games, it was one of your favorite things to do. however, you didn’t like the attention you received sometimes especially considering it was almost always bad.

yeah you get it, jack is good looking (too much for his own good sometimes) and he’s a professional hockey player so there are a lot of girls who like him but even though they know he’s taken, they will still throw themselves at him. and they will say awful stuff about you sometimes. anytime either of you post something on instagram, you have to disable the comments.

you’re still as supportive as you can be and that includes attending as many games as you can so you decide to surprise him tonight by showing up at a home game. you’d originally told him you were unable to make it which was true but when your boss let you go home early, you decided to surprise him instead of going home and watching the game on the tv.

it was too late to get a decent seat and you still weren’t quite comfortable enough to go to the wives lounge. the other girls were absolutely wonderful and supportive but you were still warming up to them and didn’t feel like you should be there yet.

the downside to getting a crappy seat though was that there were sometimes people around who weren’t exactly nice. you were wishing you had either gotten a suite or decided to just go to the wives lounge when a group a girls start whispering about you. it’s clear that they want you to hear them and as much as you try to tune them out, it’s hard.

by the end of the game, your self confidence is pretty low and you just want to go home and crawl in bed but jack noticed that you were here so you had to go meet him at the locker room doors. when he comes out, all smiles due to their win, he notices your mood right away.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around you. you bury your face in his neck, hoping that he doesn’t notice the tears.

you just shrug, looking at the ground when you pull away.

“i think i’ll just go back to my place tonight.”

you don’t have to look to see the disappointment on his face. you’d promised you would spend the night at his place and the two of you were looking forward to it.

“they’re wrong, you know,” he says and of course he knows what’s wrong.

“i know jack,” you mutter. “it’s just hard to ignore sometimes.”

you don’t give him a chance to reply, turning on your heel and leaving quickly. a warm bath and your bed sounds like heaven right about now.

but you only get as far as your car before a hand gently wraps around your wrist and you know it’s jack. he tugs you into another hug, not letting you escape this time. not that you want to now.

“i won’t say i understand how it feels, baby,” he whispers in your hair. “but i don’t give a shit what any of them say.” there’s a pause and then he pulls away only far enough to be able to look you in the eyes.

“i love you.”

those three little words that weigh so much haven’t been said between the two of you. you always show your love in other ways and you were okay with that but hearing it, hearing him say them out loud, heals something inside you.

“yeah?” you ask quietly and he chuckles softly.

“yeah.” his head tilts to the side slightly. “you know, i was kind of hoping you’d-”

you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“i love you too.”

#hockey imagines #allies writing #nhl fanfiction #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #allie answers #hockey imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes fluff

[modelbus]

ok ok WE NEED A CUT CHAOS PART 4 BDBDVZVZ

it’s not milking it if it’s what the people ask for…. This one is a bit different! It’s headcannons style of the other cc’s finding out what happened and such :D

Part 1

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic) Head Cannons of: Cc!Phil, Cc!Dream, Cc!Niki, and The Public (fans)

Cut Chaos Part 4

Phil

“You what?!”

Is overly concerned, ends up having a long lecture over communication and talking things out.

Even after multiple reassurances that everything is fine now, he’s very disappointed in Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy.

Ends up talking to Kristen about it later, he feels bad that he didn’t realize what was going on while it was happening.

He’s constantly on the lookout that things aren’t actually okay for weeks after that, then relaxes once he realizes you were being serious about it being okay now.

”That’s never happening again, to anyone.”

”It’s nobody’s fault. Just remember to follow basic internet rules and not trust everything we see. We’re literally content creators for fucks sake!”

Is more likely to be lenient on Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy but is just all Dad Mode Disappointed.

Dream

You’re the one to tell him, maybe with an offhand remark about hating rumors due to what happened. He pauses and goes, “wait, what?”

Wide-eyed the entire time you explain, this man cannot believe his ears.

”They did that? Really?”

Absolutely pissed on your behalf. Skips worrying and goes straight to muttering curses with a glare.

Deadass just doesn’t believe you when you say it’s okay now.

”Are you sure? Because that’s fucked. That’s really fucked. Good for you on resolving it, but… things don’t sound fine. That doesn’t just go away, right?”

Pushes you to talk to someone about it. A therapist, an animal, someone.

”I just can’t believe…”

He’s 100% blaming Wilbur, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy. All of them. And the internet, for even spreading the rumor.

Posts a vague tweet in his private about disliking rumors being spread about content creators and how harmful it is.

Likes vague tweets then unlikes them.... mr. drama over here...

Niki

When Dream told you to talk to someone about it, you go to Niki.

She gets it, having experienced firsthand how horribly internet rumors can affect your life.

Out of everyone, she blames the internet the most for it.

Although she is still very disappointed in Wilbur, Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo.

”I would’ve expected better from them. I’m sure they didn’t even think about how it’d hurt you. And that’s so frustrating, right?”

Comforting <3

Playing cozy games together

”I’m an open door.”

Somehow it ends with you planning a trip to go hang out with her, although you’re not quite sure how

Also end up planning a stream??

The Public

After a while, after everyone is more comfortable and doesn’t feel absolutely shitty over what happened, it’s a little bit funny.

So there’s little quips in vlogs, streams, and videos that allude to what happened.

”I’m a ghost!” “Just don’t ghost me.”

”They’re talking about rumors, I swear—“ “Rumors, huh?” “…no.”

”Why am I back in videos now? ….don’t worry about it.”

It doesn’t take long for Twitter to realize what happened. The most popular theory is the correct one, leaving mixed opinions.

Most people are advocating to let things be, no matter what happened.

Some people, the mean ones, are saying they should’ve left you out for good.

A lot of your fans are upset at them, but take the cue from you and don’t cause a huge fuss.

Either way, it ends up trending for a little bit on Twitter. It’s slightly ironic to you.

Nobody addresses it to confirm/deny what went on, although when prompted through a donation Tommy says he "fucking loves" you in "a platonic way, chat. PLA-TON-IC!"

And when the Tik Tok fans find out…

incredibly dramatic

”Chaos squad is over guys D:"

Angsty edits

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #tubbo #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo

[postbadbadassqueen]

Lelouch last Flashback in Original Anime and in AU Movies

This is Lelouch's last Flashback from the Anime; This one led to a lot of talk during the anime airing cause those were seemingly a best of of Lelouch's memories, from his most recent to his first;

Notice how despite those being chronological, Shirley's memory happens at the very beginning, out of chronological order while this scene happenned a while ago. Notice as well how there are three pauses (yeah, they were even minuted through video program lol ) in Lelouch's wave of memories before his final memory of happiness that was his childhood with Nunnally and Suzaku ?

Shirley and her smile, Kallen's kiss, and a moment with Rollo. While it pissed some people (Kallen and Rollo I mean) I always thought it was pretty telling (and the fact the pause were minuted and that even some notorious LuluC shippers acknowledged them (while refusing to give a meaning to them lmao) Lelouch ended up considering Rollo as his brother, despite everything which happenned, despite him killing Shirley he acknowledged that the moments they shared were real, and him pausing on this within his huge ammount of memories is quite telling.

For Kallen's kiss, we got a pause as well (while one of C.C.'s kiss and Shirley's kisses are also within this flashback, but have no pause), and just like with Rollo, I think that's pretty telling, If I wanted to push the analysis I'd say (especially given all of the side stuff that came out about this kiss being mutual, about Kallen understanding his feelings and seemingly ascerting within her side material that he spared her because their feelings matched) If we go by those pause we have his deepest regret, Shirley's loss, the loss of a friend/star crossed lover, first of his last memories because of how much this impacted him, a romantic moment with a woman he loved, a brotherly moment with his little brother and of course his childhood with Nunnally and Suzaku.

Had they wanted to show Kallen differently, as a subordinate, or a friend, they had plenty of stuff to show, but not only did they show her kiss, but they paused on it, unlike the other kisses.

(Keep in mind this flashback is really not much aside to her side material, but it's already nice for her fans, I think. Always a +)

Now if we look at the Alternate movie version (daily reminder that the Movie AU cut most of Lelouch's relationship with Kallen and Shirley, changed C.C.'s character so that she could become this one dimensional being orbitating around Lelouch and being Moe about that, changed some character fates, and to summarize it by Taniguchi's words, changed characters motivations and relationship (that's why for example, in the epilogue, Kallen who went from a main character to a supportive one, doesn't have any picture of Lelouch's face on her board, just a picture of his back lol. Even her feelings for him were altered when it was such a big part of her in the original.)

Anyway if you want to summarize the change in Code Geass, just share both flashback gifs. In the canon one you have a meaning, with important moments (being rushed but still being there) and meaningful pauses; While in the AU one...

There is just much more green, everything is rushed and even super rushed), no more chronological order, no pauses, nothing. Even though they went to Moe CC route on this one I thought it was super disappointing to not have at least a good editing for what was supposed to be Lelouch's last thoughts; Even if they had done it and replaced others pause with C.C. eating pizza pause, or C.C. being jealous pause, that would have been much better but this one can't even be analyzed lol it's just a bunch of fast forward moment, with C.C.'s kiss and Lelouch killing Euphemia being more present.

And of course since Shirley is alive, she totally disappeared from Lelouch's last thoughts lmao (same as all of his ashford friends, who were there in the previous one.)

Disappointing.

Anyway I think those two flashback gifs are a fast way to summarize the difference between the Original anime canon and the AU version.

#コードギアス #カレンシュタットフェル #カレン #ルルーシュ ランペルージ #codegeass #code geass hangyaku no lelouch #code geass #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #kallen kozuki #kallen stadtfeld #lelouch of the rebellion #lelouch x kallen #c.c. #ルルーシュ #lelouch x shirley #lelouch x c.c. #cluclu #luluc #ルルカレ

[nevada-wrytes]

I promised the second part of this little fantasy/heist story I've created, so here it is. Like I said before, I won't be actively contributing to this story anymore, but I wanted to edit what I've written so far in order to share it.

Hope you enjoy <3 (also read the first part here)

content warning for gore and suicide mention

Ezra

“Hey Ezzie.” The door squeaked shut. Ezra ignored the shuffle of footsteps and scowled.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” She reorganized the vials and medical serums covering the table, again.

Lenny stopped to perch at her side. “Is she...doing any better?” 

Ezra stopped her mindless idling and sighed. “Tomorrow’s the last day,” she said in a small voice.

“Oh,” he replied in an even smaller voice. 

Ezra sniffed, suddenly overcome by the enormous effort it took to keep tears out of her eyes. “What if I can’t save her, Lenny?” Her voice broke and she stifled a sob. Then another.

As soon as that happened, there were comforting hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Lenny shushed her. “Don’t think like that, Ez. You’re the best healer I know.”

Despite her feelings, Ezra chuckled weakly, healer my ass.

She felt the walls inside her crumble, tears flowing out of her eyes like a raging river. She sobbed into Lenny’s shirt, deep, ugly wails. Lenny’s hands made soothing circles down her back, and, eventually, she felt herself relax.

“Lenny, if I don’t wake her up, do you think James would throw me out, too?” 

Lenny pulled away and scowled. “If James wants to continue being the asshole he is and throw you out next, then poison him good, alright?”

Ezra laughed, “Lenny! What if he hears you!” 

“What would he do? Throw me into the dungeons for committing high treason against his Royal Highness?”

Ezra laughed again and wiped her eyes. She sniffled. “You should go to sleep, it’s going to be dawn soon.”

“And what about you?”

She shook her head. “I need to save Luna first.”

“Ezra-” Lenny cut himself off with a sigh, “just don’t overextend yourself, okay?” 

She nodded as he left the room, and Ezra followed to make sure the door was shut tight. Once the hardwood was locked, she slid down onto the floor, too exhausted to stand.

Ezra wanted to scream and cry, out of despair yes, but mostly frustration. Luna had, at best, forty-eight hours to live, and she would work tirelessly through every one of those in order to get her back.

James

James snuck back into the abandoned manor house, simultaneously grateful to not meet anyone on his way, but also disappointed with the patrolling work of his gang.

He was barefoot, his trousers ripped to the knees and the remnants of his shirt laying in tatters across his chest. He didn’t even know what had become of his jacket. He found his was to his office, a room no one else would dare to enter, and collapsed onto the floor.

He was cold, tired, and bleeding heavily through multiple wounds on his legs and chest. It was a pain to even pull himself up, but he knew he had to do that. Using a broken mirror and some towels he’d acquired from a nearby bathroom, he was able to examine the extent of his injuries.

Up and down his legs were vertical slashes, the worst gouges an inch deep, and probably requiring stitches. His arms had been sparred of anything besides minor scratches, but when he cleared away his shirt, what he saw caused him to shudder. Three identical scratches across his heart, like a taboo. They weren’t deep, but they were worrying. Apart from those, his upper body was mostly intact, so he moved on the bite in his neck.

There were two gouges where the teeth had sunk in, but the most worrying was that the skin around the wound had puffed up and was oozing a dark liquid, not blood, but something stranger. In the dim light, it seemed black, but when he held it up to a candle, it was inky blue.

Are myryad bites poisonous? he thought. No stories had mentioned this before, so James was operating under the assumption that it was an infection, not a poison, and he needed to act fast. He did not have the medical supplies with him to patch himself up properly, but he dreaded making the climb down to where Ezra help camp, and much worse, the chance of seeing Luna.

To stop the bleeding, he cut strips of the towels and wrapped them around his legs as well as he could. Halfway through, he realized, with mild panic, that he was simply too exhausted to do this on his own. His vision swam again, and he panicked, thinking he was underwater and unable to breathe.

James needed help, but he refused to admit it. He couldn’t tell anyone what he just saw, who would believe he had an encounter with a creature of myth?

No one, besides Luna, he thought. And it was true. The one person who would believe any word that came out of his mouth was dying, and it seemed he would die with her.

…

James woke in a panic, limbs and joints protesting after having fallen asleep in a twisted position. Although he couldn’t hear the rain outside anymore, it was still dark, and now wind wailed through the old house loud enough to wake the dead.

He’d bled through his makeshift bandages, and now the congealed blood caked his legs like a second skin. James felt sick. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since running away, and now his head spun, which could have also been from the blood loss. He staggered up, body and mind both feeling sluggish. He lit a candle and used the fractured mirror on the desk to check his other wounds, but almost screamed. The bite on his neck and swollen to the size of an egg in his sleep. The skin around it looked black, and it continued oozing that blue stuff. What was worse, was his face. His eyes were red and puffy, surrounded by dark circles from exhaustion, but splitting his face like a scare was a vein of darkness.

James wanted to throw up. The rational part of him knew it was only the infection causing this, but he was too tired to be sensible anymore. He looked like a monster, and it was all his fault.

Ezra

“Ezra!”

Ezra woke with a gasp, disturbing the vials balanced precariously on the table. She hurriedly looked where Luna lay, but she was still unmoving. A moonlit sleeping beauty. If she hadn’t been the one who spoke then who..?

Her questions were answered when a loud whisper repeated, ““Ezra, over here!”

Ezra rubbed her eyes. In the corner, just where the light of the fading candle couldn’t reach, stood a person, but why weren’t they coming closer?

“James?” she asked, coming to her senses.

“Yes, it’s me,” he said, “Listen, there’s been a sort of...accident. I- ugh. N..need some help.”

Confused, she stood up , dusting herself off, “What do you mean ‘accident’? Did you hurt one of the crew?”

“What? Gods, no. I- it only happened to me.”

Ezra hmped. “Sounds a little like karma,” she said as she folded her arms across her chest.

James sighed in frustration, “Look, if you don’t forgive me for the thing with Cee, that’s fine. Just give me some bandages and I’ll be on my way.”

Ezra chewed her lip. “Do you have a fever?”

“No, why would you assume-”

“You said, ‘Gods, no’ earlier. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve repeatedly shown little faith in anything other than yourself.”

James made another noise of annoyance. “Could you just give me some damn bandages?”

“Why? To wrap you broken ego-” She caught herself off in the middle of her tease as the light shifted in the room, revealing something scarlet blooming across James’s legs. She gasped, “Good Goddess, James! You’re actually bleeding!”

Ezra rushed over, but he held her away at arms length, far enough she couldn’t see his face, still covered in shadow.

“I need you to keep this between you and me,” he said, “No one else knows.”

Ezra’s eyes widened, but she nodded. She stepped back to give him space, and after a moment of hesitation, he followed her into the light.

Her jaw dropped, “James! I- what happened?” Blood seeped through poorly done bandages on his legs and a lump of swollen skin pulsed with some sort of darkness, the infection already spreading to his face. Dark veins stood out on his pale face, eventually spilling even more darkness into his eye. Ezra wondered if he could even still see.

James didn’t answer at first, only cast his eyes to the floor. As Ezra got him seated in a chair, he mumbled, “I was hoping you would tell me.”

Ezra huffed, hands on her hips. She saw through his obvious lie, having been around him enough. “You have to tell me what bit you if you want my help, James.”

He stared up at her in surprise, “How’d you know it was a bite?”

“The two very obvious puncture wounds, plus it seems to be excreting some sort of venom, a poison, maybe.”

James hesitated, “Do you...do you know about..the sea folk?”

“Uhm,” Ezra thought for a minute as she took the bloody bandages off his legs. His flesh was torn up from ankles to thighs, numerous deep vertical slashes. “I think I remember a story Cap told us once. Like mermaids but- ugh, what were they called?”

James gulped. “Myryads,” he whispered.

“Oh yeah, I remember.” She worked quickly and efficiently on his legs, cleaning and disinfecting the wounds as best as she could. James, for all his part, didn’t flinch or wince away much. She looked around her medical supplies for a sewing needle and thread, and got to work disinfecting those.

“So the mir-miryad, what about them?”

James hissed when the needle first punctured his skin. She handed him a bottle of whatever leftover alcohol she had used to disinfect her supplies and he chugged it gratefully. Only when he set the empty bottle down did he continue.

“I think I was bit by one.”

Ezra paused in the middle of a stitch. She laughed, nervously.

“James- you sure you don’t have a fever? When was the last time you ate something-”

She searched his face for signs on the joke, but he looked dead serious. Ezra stared at the bite on his neck, “You don’t mean-”

He nodded, “It’s true, look.” He moved part of his shirt away, revealing three distinctive claw marks directly over his heart. The rest of his chest was untouched, so it almost seemed as if- as if they’d been done on purpose.

Ezra was staring, wide-eyed in disbelief, as she went back to working on the stitches. “It- it couldn’t have been something else?” she asked, “like a snake or..?”

James shook his head. “It happened last night. I was walking by the beach and- one pulled me under-”

Ezra scoffed, “You followed one to the beach? Were you feeling suicidal? Don’t you know the stories?”

James huffed, “More than you, but that’s besides the point-”

“How did you even manage to escape! Actually, no, how were you stupid enough to follow her into the water in the first place?”

“Well obviously I didn’t do it willingly.”

“Then-”

Ezra looked up to find James staring at Luna across the room. A faint blush spread into his face, but that could have just been his very probably fever. Still, Ezra knew that look. She rolled her eyes, men.

“So she tricked you, and you got attacked? But you got away? Okay-” Ezra finished the last of the stitches and took out a roll of bandages- “but what do you plan on doing now?”

James scowled, “How should I know? You’re the medic so,” he gestured to his neck, “fix it.”

Ezra shot him a glare and tied the last bandage extra tight. He yelped and she patted his leg, rising up.

“It’s not like I have magic hands, James. I don’t know a thing about myryads.”

“Ask Cap then, Ezra. Besides, aren’t you a poison specialist?”

“Real poisons,” she crossed her arms across her chest, “Not poisons from fantasy creatures-”

“Please, Ezra?” James bit his lip, “Look, I know I may have said some things and been a bit rude-”

“A bit?” she raised a brow.

“Okay, I was an asshole. I know you don’t forgive me, but-”

Ezra raised a hand to stop this awkward apology. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. I know it wasn’t right for you to kick Cee out like that, but I guess this is your gang. I’m not forgiving you,” she sighed, “But you know I’ll try to help.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Ez. You’re-”

“Save your forced praise,” she interrupted. “I’ll go talk to Cap. In the meantime, get something to eat and drink, oh, and here,” she handed him a small vial, “this should reduce the swelling.”

He nodded and risked a glance over to where Luna slept.

“James, about her-” Ezra started, but he shook his head to stop her.

“I know you are doing your best,” he said and hobbled out of the room. 

Ezra sighed. She walked over to Luna to check on her, but again, she hadn’t moved. Ezra straightened the blankets on top of her with a chuckle, “This blasted wind, am I right?”

She looked around to make sure she was alone before giving Luna a kiss on her forehead. Ezra sighed wistfully, “What has James gotten into now, Luna?” The girl’s hand was soft when Ezra picked it up, but growing colder. It was a harsh reminder of her impending fate.

Someone knocked on the door. Startled, Ezra dropped Luna’s hand and moved away from her.

It was Lenny, “Ez?” He asked through the door, “I brought you some food, thought you might like some.”

Ezra shot one last lingering look at Luna before going to the door, “You’re the best, Lenny,” she said as she unlocked it, “Come in.”

***

After eating, Ezra left Luna’s sick room after what seemed like weeks, but could have only been a little more than a day.

She was greeted by the rest of the gang sitting quietly in one of the living rooms, playing cards. They paused when she entered the room, no doubt she, too, looked like a fright from not sleeping for days.

“Bonsoir, Ezra. Is everything alright with Luna?” Jacques asked

“Same as before, Jacques,” she huffed. “D’you know where I can find Cap?”

“Check the porch in the back,” answered Shaemus, Cap’s second.

She nodded and bid them a goodbye before heading outside. The storm wasn’t quite over yet, as a fierce wind blew in from the ocean. Ezra shivered, wishing she had worn her jacket.

“Hey Cap.” She sat down on the bench the old sailor was using as his footrest once he’d made room for her. 

“Hello, lass.” He took his pipe out and smiled at her with crooked teeth. Ezra liked Cap, he’d always been kind to her, even when she had been a rebellious teenager and had done everything in her power to become hated by everyone around her. It helped that she was his favorite, too, out of the rest of the kids here.

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” He asked, “Eating? It ain’t good to focus yourself too much on the lovely Lady.”

“I know Cap, thank you.”

“Aye, don’t mention it.” He coughed, “Someone has to look after you all from time to time.”

Ezra smiled, and they sat there in comfortable silence as he went back to smoking from the pipe and she looked off into the distant sea. 

“Cap, do you know anything about..mir-myryads?”

His brows furrowed. “Aye, had my encounters with the sea-beasts. Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “Just came to my mind. Must be the weather.” 

Cap nodded. “Well, I’ll tell you, they’re nasty little devils. Drag you down and drink you dry, as my buddies used to say. No compassion those sea witches-” he quickly added, “No offense to your lot of witches, of course, just ‘em are bastards.”

“None taken,” sighed Ezra, “So they bite humans? But what if one escapes?”

He shook his head, “No escaping the sea-folk once they hook their little claws in you.”

Ezra frowned. “Surely someone had to have escaped once.”

Cap sighed and leaned closer. “Don’t say this to anyone else, but I knew a fella who got bitten by one of ‘em. One of my crew, actually, a long time ago. We managed to haul him up before the fool was bled dry-”

“And? What happened? Was the bite poisonous?”

“Well, know that I think ‘bout it, sure enough I might’ve been. By come morning it’d swollen to the size of an apple. All black with the sea folk’s blood too.”

“Did he.. did he survive?”

Cap shook his head. “We lost him the next day. Some poison I tell you, spread through his veins like fire.”

Ezra gulped. “Was there… any way to cure it, you think?”

“Not that I know of,” he must have seen the disappointment on her face because he added, “Aye but don’t worry, lass. Sea folk don’t come this far inland. S’long as you don’t go strolling by the beaches you won’t get bitten.”

Ezra laughed, if only to lighten the mood. “I promise I won’t, Cap.”

“Aye, I know you’re smarter than that, Ezra.”

Without another word, he went back to his pipe, watching the dark sky. Ezra went back inside, wondering how she was supposed to tell everyone both Luna and James were fated to die by tomorrow.

Shaemus spotted him approach the group first. He slurred, “Ey Lenny, where ya been?” It was obvious they’d all found more liquor reserves in the cellar.

Lenny

“Here and there,” Lenny shrugged as he sat down next to the group playing cards.

“Any words from le capitan?” Jacques asked.

Lenny shook his head. “He’s probably still hiding in his room, too scared to face us.” They all laughed. 

“After what he did-” someone started.

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” Lenny shut them down, quick.

“To throw a little girl onto the streets?” Jacques scowled.

Lenny shrugged “Well, we aren’t all highly virtuous.” This brought on another round of laughs. 

“Have a drink with us, play a round, Lenny.” Shaemus swung an arm around his shoulders. He poked a finger into his chest, “You’ve been too tight since we’ve come ‘ere.”

Lenny shook my head, “Have you all forgotten ‘bout the Hits?”

Most of them shrugged. Rai said, “It’s dark and cold, with another storm coming. Doubt even the Hits would stay out in weather like this.”

Lenny looked around at their expecting faces, all eager to get back to drinking and gambling. To them, he had always been the carefree one, the one to pull the others into a game, the one that lounges around, drink in hand, singing old ballads about fair maidens and riches.

Lenny hated himself for making them believe that’s who he was. Still, he gritted his teeth and smiled.

“Alright, alright, but just two rounds and a toast.”

“Why not three?” They laughed.

“Three toasts? Bring it on!” He flashed them a grin as the first shot of rough liquor went down his throat. It burned but he pretended he liked it, already in line for more.

I wish James was here, he thought miserably.

Cee

Cee couldn’t leave the island because of the storm. Them and Sarj wandered as close as they dared to the abandoned manor, trying to find shelter. Eventually, they found the remains of a tiny fishing village, hardly more than a few houses and a broken dock. It, too, was abandoned like the rest of the island, its inhabitants long gone. 

They chose the house that looked the safest, the walls and roof still intact. Inside, it was dusty and predictably empty. Sarj found some wood in the back and coaxed a small fire in the cold fireplace. Soon, the cottage, and it really was more of a cottage, glowed with a warm light. Cee settled themselves on a pile of straw next to the fire and drew their knees to their chest. 

“Sarg,” Cee looked up to the giant of a man sitting across from them, “Why is this island abandoned?”

“You don’t know the story?” he asked. They shook their head. 

“Oh, well some time ago, this entire island was the property of a really important man, a Lord, actually. He welcomed many people onto his lands to fish and farm, until he effectively created his own little kingdom.

“Everything was running smoothly, until one night, where he turned mad. Some say it was because his Lady died, a broken-heart, others say it was from an illness. Regardless, he terrorized the people on the island, even his own daughter, kicking her out of her childhood home. Except, anyone who tried to leave,” Sarj pantomimed slicing his neck, “you get it.”

Cee nodded, sullenly. “His Lady died.. like Luna? Lady Moon?”

Sarj shrugged, “Guess you could say that.”

“So then what happened to the Lord?”

“Oh, well,” Sarj laughed nervously, “Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, and- ugh, he jumped off the cliff by the manor. Legend goes that his spirit now haunts the entire island, welcoming visitors, then stopping them if they ever try to leave."“

Cee shivered.

“Oh, but don’t worry! It’s just a story. The only reason no one’s ever come back to this island is because the weather’s so piss poor. Ghosts aren’t going to hurt ya, much less stop you from leaving.”

Cee nodded. “I wasn’t worried,” they said, even though they were, in fact, a little worried. A lot worried. This island made them feel trapped, just like the lab.

“So how are we gonna get off if the entire island is abandoned?”

“Ah,” Sarj began, “I didn’t say the entire place was abandoned. There’s still a lighthouse on the Southern end, meant to keep ships from crashing into the rocks near the coast. I reckon someone’s up there, and we could wait ‘til I supply ship comes for them and then barter our way onboard.”

“And what if we can’t do that?”

Sarj ruffled their hair. “Don’t think like that, Cee, we’ll be able to escape.”

Cee smiled, weakly, “Thanks again, Sarj, for deciding to come with me.”

Sarj smiled back. “No problem, kid. It’s the least I could do.”

#oc writing #nevada writes #fantasy #the symbolism. the motifs. sigh. when can i write this again

[fumikomiyasaki]

Leroy Violet Broom Birthday Card

Feel free to send him messages, interview is under the cut. 

Mythra: Leroy, sweetheart, a good birthday to you. 

Leroy: Oh, guess I got more lucky than Boss to have you for the interview.  

Mythra: Speaking of that, you might put in a good word for me. 

Leroy: Listen you don't wanna date him… 

Mythra: Fine… let's ignore Mister Lakeside,  it's your day after all… and I have just the gift for you, Sweety. 

Leroy: Oh… this outfit is sick… but also… huh? You really got it!!!!

Mythra: I heard you really wanted the limited edition of this Manga, so I asked Sinny as a comic nerd to help. 

Leroy: You seriously are awesome Mythra… it's good you stayed my friend… even after you knew my real self. 

Mythra: If I would judge you I would judge myself and my love for science… people should stop judging by appearance. So how about you family, I heard you are still busy tending to your mother? 

Leroy: Yes… she is currently better but she still coughs a lot… I want to eventually earn enough so she is never short on medicine.  

Mythra: So we are both in a way of using our money more for our parents then ourselves.  

Leroy: Yes… but… I do want her to live and witness all I did… that is my hope… that one day she may hold a kid of mine in her arms. 

Mythra: You are such an adorable softie sometimes, Deary. Anyways and the rest of your family?

Leroy: Keaton and his wife so far do well to also get some money to help mother although they still have to maintain their own money too. Fayne, their son, seems to look up to me a lot. Hearing him say I am cool makes me always happy. So I wanna do my best to not disappoint him. 

Mythra: Uncle Leroy is a sweetheart,  huh? It's good to See you blossom like this, you seem like you will be a good father someday too. 

Leroy: I hope so… I would prefer not to become as bad as my own… 

Mythra: So Leroy, sweety, will you also go on a broom ride after this?

Leroy: Maybe… I could do a little prank 9n Riddle from that height for sure… 

Mythra: Just don't get into too much trouble sweetheart and please take care of the outfit I made you. 

Leroy: Of course, listen thanks to you I wouldn't have picked up making my own cosplays and you accepted my dumb hobbies too. You really are a great friend Mythra. 

Mythra: *chuckling* I only want to see where you grow… but also I do feel we relate cause of our families. Let's make them both happy.  

Leroy: Yeah and… at your party expect a good cake and gift from me too.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #disney twst #twst #twst birthday #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland original character #monsville #leroy violet

[onaperduamedee]

Notes on The Dragon Reborn

I went almost straight from The Great Hunt, but never edited my notes. As I am jumping in The Shadows Rising immediately after, I felt the need to clean up my impressions if only to come back to them later.

Full spoilers for The Dragon Reborn under the cut :

Also Perrin arguing with Moiraine that Rand knows what he is doing the day after Rand accidentally caused an earthquake that hurt people and destroyed buildings.

Moiraine: states facts about Rand being both dangerous and extremely vulnerable, is straightforward about her being only here to keep him alive for the last battle

Perrin: this is your fault, you meddlesome hussy, what are you trying to do with him, stop lying, stop manipulating, just be niceee

Me: ????

Regarding this tension between Moiraine and the boys, I wish I understood better the sexist kool-aid the three boys drank, because otherwise I like their POVs and arcs, but every time they so much think about Moiraine or Aes sedai it devolves into resentful post-feminist paranoia. However, their behavior is consistent with the defiance some male students had toward female teachers in High School: they would aggressively challenge their authority, but never with male teachers, even with the ones who were notoriously lax. So it's something RJ really nailed here, even if it can be exhausting to read.

The running gag of Nynaeve having to get angry to heal people or channel is comical, but could have major unwanted implications in the show.

The EF5 really are sharing a single wandering brain cell with Elayne. They are impulsive and reckless to the point of angering Verin, of all people. I do feel this is a very strong argument in favour of Nynaeve and Egwene being ta'veren too: they have such a talent for pandemonium, all of them. The trail of chaos that Rand was leaving behind wasn't that different from Mat, Nynaeve and Egwene's path, although on a different scale.

Siuan… I swear her mind is a kink at this point: she's so sharp and commanding. I am sorry Nynaeve and Egwene, you must be straight, because I would have been on my knees in the gayest sense during the scene where Siuan recruited them against the Black Ajah. I have never been more attracted to a fictional character as I am with SIuan in those scenes.

I do understand her reasoning when it comes to hunting the Black Ajahs (and it reinforces the parallel with young Moiraine and Siuan in New Spring), but Egwene is too damn young to be dragged into this. Also, it makes me a little disappointed we're never going to see them really study as Accepted.

Absolutely obsessed with Perrin prattling in front of Faile and an innkeeper and then cursing Moiraine for not telling him enough. Amazing.

I adore her, by the way

Moiraine: is aware of the general public perception of Aes Sedai, gets repeatedly cursed at by Perrin for not being trustworthy, has Lan not trusting her anymore because of the bond

Also Moiraine: doesn't lift a finger to appear less suspicious, cryptic or uncaring

Perrin walking in on Moiraine half-naked and then having a little bit of a case of MILF panic was weird, but still not as disturbing as the entire contingent of Aes Sedai leering over Rand and the boys in early TGH.

I am at a point where I love Nynaeve so much more than Lan, to say nothing of interest. I hope it gets better because he is inextricable from my two favourite characters. And I do wish Nynaeve wasn't taking love advice from two sixteen-year-old ta'veren-struck lovebirds.

Egwene snapping at Nynaeve about her manipulating as well as Moiraine and Elayne slapping her, while Elayne has spent months with someone as blunt as Nynaeve… After New Spring and TEotW, I remember complaining about Jordan writing women as petty in a way that feels a tad sexist. With women so far, disagreement devolves too often into cattiness. Watsonian hat on, I absolutely see why this scene happens (Egwene’s trauma that gets triggered by Nynaeve’s authority, Elayne who’s been dealing with Nyn and Egwene for weeks, the Forsaken’s influence), but with a Doylist hat on, it’s merely another instance of the books being Like That™ about gender.

It's implied Moiraine did some pretty impressive sleuthing this book and it's so frustrating that we only get the aftermath. How did she know Sammael was in Illian incognito, about Be'lal in Tear? Why was Lan so afraid for her, since she wasn't going to kill Sammael anyway? Why did she have to go alone? TELL ME

The Wild Hunt after Perrin and Moiraine’s group getting balefired was such a striking scene. I hope the show keeps that scene.

Am intrigued by the geographic progress of the characters. With the Perrin and Moiraine group, it's straight-forward enough, but with Mat, Thom, Nynaeve, Egwene and Elayne, there is a lot of going somewhere to get information to go somewhere else and yeah, although it feels realistic, it's a tad confounding. Not necessarily bad, but striking enough that I wonder if it's supposed to call back to a circular progression. 

Absolutely in love with the circularity of the girls, more specifically Nynaeve, being convinced they can rely on their strength in the One Power to defeat their enemies and then being obliterated the moment they face Black Ajahs because yeah, Verin was right, there's a reason they cannot use their power like that. No matter how strong, they shouldn't want to hurt people this way and Darkfriends, particularly the Black Ajahs, will always play dirty.

Jabs at Perrin and the girls aside, I believe this may be an underlying theme of the book: the belief that honesty equals knowledge, and recognition of lack of knowledge equals dishonesty. It's particularly blatant in Perrin and Moiraine's dynamic, where Moiraine keeps repeating she doesn't know, doesn't understand yet, and Perrin cannot see it as anything but duplicity, while his straightforwardness must mean he knows better. And conversely, there is a reason why the moment Nynaeve offers a magistral demonstration of knowledge - her Wisdom trade, mind you - it's immediately followed by a comparison to Aes Sedai and accusations of hypocrisy by Egwene.

It's a nice exploration of growing up too, because as I entered adulthood I expected older people to know all the answers and just give them to me. And here, Moiraine, Siuan, Thom, Verin… All of them are trapped in circumstances of their own, hindered by their lack of knowledge. The EF5 get angry at them, even when they find themselves in circumstances they can't control and flail through inexperience. Growing up and taking responsibility for your place in the world means understanding there is no universal answer and the work is never done: power, knowledge, luck - they aren't a panacea, especially when fighting against the end of the world. If you've ever felt utterly hopeless before events beyond your control - pandemic, war, climate crisis, late-stage capitalism, rise is fascism and white supremacy - it's a familiar sentiment.

From the fandom's perception of the Forsaken, I was skeptical about the Forsaken being goofy because the concept is really cool in theory. The fandom was absolutely right and the Forsaken are goofy in the best of ways. They remind me of Grand Guignol theatre, which was a famous French theatre in the first half of the XX c. specializing in gory, over-the-top and dark plays. It has become a term to refer to work of fiction that's melodramatic and horrific, often verging on ridiculous. I get a kick out of such camp characters.

By the light, the payoff for Egwene's multiple ventures in the dream world was extremely satisfying. I am taking back all my reservations about Tel'aran'rhiod. I still could do with fewer dream sequences overall.

On that, Perrin's hunt for Faile in Tel'aran'rhiod felt redundant, even if the narrative lays the groundwork. And I am not fond of Perrin, and Mat, and Lan being deadset on rescuing the women.

I say that and then Lan yet again does not do much to save Moiraine from being obliterated in battle and Moiraine does the saving when it comes to Rand. So there's that.

And, oh, Faile? Love at first sight on my end. I want her to be played by Erin Wu.

Everything in Tear filled me with Joy and not only because everyone was reminded of Siuan. Jordan is really good with worldbuilding. The Wisdom betraying the girls, the Aiel, the Black Ajahs, the Forsaken trying to trap Moiraine, Mat running around with hunters and gleemen... It's too much, but in the most enjoyable manner, like carnival or a Doctor Who finale. Parts of it are delicious slices of cloak and dagger, others pure esoteric gothic-ish nightmare.

If I had a nickel every time Moiraine shields Rand from a Forsaken and then gets obliterated before the final battle while Nynaeve and Egwene are running around and Mat is hiding, I would have two nickels, which isn’t much but it’s funny it happened twice.

So far, this book is the one I enjoyed the most. The pacing is miles better than the first two. The treatment of the different plots is much more satisfying and equal, which goes a long way to improve the rhythm. Rand is almost completely absent from this book, which is an interesting choice given what he goes through, but more on that in another post because it is a very deliberate shift in POV.

Although I still maintain the middle part is meandering, it's thoroughly jolly meandering, like the kind of adventure you could get in Alexandre Dumas' serialized novels. There is so much tension between the characters, but it's mostly compelling tension for now, coming from people being flawed and foolish and human. The final battle is again an explosion of chaos and barely adaptable to the screen as it is, but SO BLOODY ENJOYABLE. At moments the writing veers into straight-up Symbolism and Surrealism, particularly with the emphasis on dreams, and it's often messy but the result is strangely compelling. Like, if the writing stays on this level and above for the whole series, I will be more than content.

#the dragon reborn #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #the wheel of time #remblai #wot review #I have two other posts on Rand specifically and character ranking #interest in certain characters has changed in unexpected ways after this book #other meta-ish post will be on Rand and his title and the book's title and we're going straight into metadiegetic territory #Wot meta #Meta

[winns-stuff]

LO APPRECIATION:

It’s been a while since I did one of these honestly, I believe the last one I did must’ve been with Demeter but yeah, I have an underrated and wonderful character in mind that I must appreciate or else I won’t be able to live with myself. This is one character that I genuinely wanted to read about and wasn’t as insufferable and unlikeable as the main cast is every single chapter. When this character popped up on the screen it was like the heavens opened up and angels started singing, birds were tweeting happily, the flowers began to bloom, all the cloudy days I’ve had started washing away to reveal the sun all because LO decided to introduce Morpheus.

The only thing I wish changed about her was her character design, it’s still pretty don’t get me wrong but I’m tired of this blue and black format I mean she’s the goddess of dreams surely it could’ve been something more creative and abstract or something. But that’s just a personal nitpick. Anyways, I’m sad that she had to be introduced in one of the worst conclusions ever in LO which was the Kronos boss battle but honestly her and Zeus kept me going the whole episode. Her timid and friendly nature was such a breath of fresh air from everyone dick riding Persephone, I loved all of her dialogue and I thought it was wonderful that she got a happy ending she deserved that much and more.

The only thing I was sad about was that she played such a big part in taking Kronos down yet we barely got to see her after the dream thing. I wanted to know more about her character cause she seemed so interesting and enjoyable, I wanted to see more about her journey to find her dad and even their relationship with each other, and also I wanna know how she would feel about Hades because of the whole Thanatos mistreatment. I feel like that would be interesting but genuinely I just want more chapters with her, I’m so tired of new characters being shown and introduced within the story yet their stories get cut off or reduced to HxP lovers. That’s really annoying to me cause we have so many fucking side characters that have so many complex situations and stories that we could learn about yet it all gets sacked just so Persephone and Hades can have more “romantic uwu steamy” moments. I’d rather not even meet the characters at this point and just stick to the main cast just so I don’t have to feel the heavy disappointment anymore.

I appreciate Morpheus for bringing a different vibe to LO, it really sets her apart from all the rest of the characters. I can’t put my finger on it but her overall energy and personality is so different from the rest of the gods that we see on the daily, and I appreciate that greatly because again it’s a huge breath of fresh air. Sometimes I feel like I’m watching the same characters talk to each other because there’s not many complex personalities anymore, it’s all very one sided. It’s either you’re on HxP’s side or you’re a villain and I like that Morpheus was on neither. She really just wanted to find her father and reunite with him which really pulled my heartstrings, everything about her character and interaction was beautiful and I loved everything about her very much.

Petition to bring her back because I’m getting sick of Hades’ POV like sir it’s not even your story to tell you’re only a love interest not the main character. But honestly with LO I could be wrong, it’s probably been his POV the whole time. But I believe Morpheus should have way more chapters, there’s a lot of things that could be unpacked about her and I really love how relatable she is.

Anyways, that’s it for this appreciation. I’m upset that Morpheus was only used once even though there’s so many things I yearn to know about her and her story, hopefully one day we’ll get more content about her because no one ever even talks about her anymore. Like all the edits and everything is now gone and it’s like she doesn’t exist even in the story. Hopefully this post reminds people of her more though because I’ll always remember her and the genuine relief she gave me.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo morpheus

[sommerregenjuniluft]

lune hello!! i have three words for you...daddy, love, & warm

omg hi cass u were so quick haha!<3

i literally have to disappoint you on the first one i am so sorry :,) have not written anything daddy it seems since the microfics

love

The first time Lily came onto one of Pandora’s crime scenes she’s pretty sure she fell in love with her.

She hadn’t realized immediately, the glint in Lily’s eyes and not in person, of course, but Xeno has their ways of hacking into security cameras and getting their hands onto whatever footage or information they want—alas Pandora having sent rather explicit death threats, graphic in both the death threat as well as the things she’s going to do to Lily right next to their corpse, to Lily’s bumble matches only a few weeks prior.

this is the cannibal x detective au and you would not believe how many times there’s a version of the word love in my fucking cannibalism fic, this proves the point so well, i’m grinning madly (also kind of shoked that i never used the word love in Ant Pile yet?? wtf that’s insane kind of) EDIT: i went to check cause i couldnt believe it and it’s genuine, i used it once at the beginning but not since

warm

“Yeah, my- my car broke down.”

The stranger grunts roughly and nods for Remus to take the light.

Remus hurries to comply and the man’s shoulder grazes his’ as he steps around Remus to open the engine hood. He has a few inches on Remus which is unusual for his lanky 6'3 built and smells faintly of campfire smoke and cutting wood.

The man tinkers around in the metal intestines for a while and Remus lets his eyes drift to the huskies bustling animatedly, nuzzling snouts and nipping at each other’s necks. It’s almost enough to make him forget momentarily about his wildly trembling body and quick heartbeat.

That’s also why he’s distracted when there’s suddenly a warm body at his side again, murmuring, “Needs a jumpstart,” and taking the lantern back.

Remus frowns, uneasy feeling pooling right back into his stomach and threatening to tighten his throat before there’s a nudge on his elbow, “You’ll stay with me.”

Remus is sure his jaw drops a bit.

“Unless you want to freeze to death?” the stranger says a bit patronizingly, eyebrows raised.

this is the hairy wolfstar agenda fic, they are so big and tall and hairy and i have not touched them for a month lmao someone hit me with a bat

#i could soooo wax poetry about the ant pile boys right now #because yeah apparently the word love doesn’t reappear one more timr in tje fic but thr Love in there is Sooooo fucking palpable like God #and that’s literally the beauty of it isnt it? #so fucking cute #i think i might keep this up as i finish the fic #lune writes

[herequeerexitentialfear]

the commander and Seelahs conversation at the end of the league of the inspiring cart quest.

most of the dialog is transcribed from the game, but some of the commanders dialog has been slightly edited, Alauns inner monologue is mine apart from a few directions

He took care in his words, but let them flow from the heart, it was a line of thinking that dogged his steps, maybe she would believe his words they way he struggled to believe his own. The way she may also struggle to believe her own.

"Don't lose your trust in people Seelah, its one of the greatest skills you have. so what if you misjuged a few people, its no reason to give up on kindness and second chances. someone has to show people there's a better path, and give them a chance to take it." -a soft smile took the place of the impassioned frown-" and i cant think of a better person to do that" Seelahs expression brightens, Iomedae's rays returning to the paladin once more, outshining the sadness "thank you, my friend. i needed that support"

exert cause the first bit is mostly transcribed dialog. the full thing under the cut

Turning her face to his as he walked over, he noticed Seelah looked sad and pensive, "its good to see you commander. get this - Jannah, the one who ran away when we were attacked by demons, never went back to her unit. she was seen running towards Numeria. looks like she deserted"

Seelah moved the subject on, "since our raid on the houndhearts camp, I've had this sinking feeling that i made a mistake. dragging you into this, i mean. i should have known that a raid along the edge of the Worldwound wouldn't be so easy"

Alaun frowned, preparing to refute her statement-

She sighed, getting saddened by the word, disappointment bleeding through, at her- or those who hut her? "but mostly- i was wrong about a lot of people. about Jannah, who lost her nerve and abandoned her friends. about Curl- i knew he was a thief, but i really thought he'd turned over a new leaf and deserved a little compassion and trust. and Elan. i thought we were kindred spirits, friends through thick and thin. but it looks like i was wrong about him too"

Seelah looked closely at Alaun.

He took care in his words, but let them flow from the heart, it was a line of thinking that dogged his steps, maybe she would believe his words they way he struggled to believe his own. The way she may also struggle to believe her own.

"Don't lose your trust in people Seelah, its one of the greatest skills you have. so what if you misjuged a few people, its no reason to give up on kindness and second chances. someone has to show people theres a better path, and give them a chance to take it." -a soft smile took the place of the impassioned frown-" and i cant think of a better person to do that"

Seelahs expression brightens, Iomedae's rays returning to the paladin once more, outshining the sadness "thank you, my friend. i needed that support" she sighs with a rueful smile "thanks for listening to my grumbling, and for helping me get to the bottom of this."-her voice becoming steadier and more convinced of her path as she spoke-" im not going to leave things as they stand. if i get the chance, ill track down Jannah and see if i can talk some sense into her. and find out why Curl did what he did"

A minute tilt of his head in agreement, and a smile at her renewed determination. he would have to make sure she would have time to do so, maybe even accompany her, moral is important after all- especially that of the person taking the most hits. its easy to tell himself he would do it for any other person under his command- he has. but he would be lying to say hes invested in her quest no more than any other commander and friend.

"I cant stop thinking about what Elan told me in the end. i really became more powerful than paladins who are far more experienced and selfless than me. Theres something not right about it. a servant of Iomedae should gain their powers through dedicated personal effort. its the only way to make sure they'll use their powers for good. our journey so far- its all wrong. and it means i need to be three times as hard on myself now"

Elans words had weighed heavy on her heart, the houndheart managing to slip through her armor. And make no mistake- she was no fool- her heart may be on her sleeve, but its under chain and plate. He should have tended to the wound earlier, but respecting her wish to have time to think was the right thing- for all it let the wound fester.

And who was to say Iomedae want rewarding an experienced and selfless paladin? a mile in the dark is worth a hundred in the light- fancy words for years dont make experience, experiences make experience, and there are so many of them to be found in the worldwound. would you rather a solider at your back who was stationed at peace post for decades or a contested border for years?

More pretty words to say that he valued Seelahs experience as someone who pulled herself out of the darkness, and iomedae would be a fool not to. a preacher who doesn't understand the lives and suffering of those he seeks to help cannot help. Seelahs experience made her valuable, did she not see how her kind words and companionship weight so much lighter on Woljif than the words of other who did not understand?

He tried to meet her eyes again, to reiterate her worth, but hers had wondered. the conversation was over, as he walked away he could only pray he would not regret leaving it there.

#alaunius #alaun #thebirdwrites #here you go! #seelah

[sansxfuckyou]

Fuck are you looking at?!

Summary: The Troll and human societies have merged, and Karkat gets her grubby little mitts on some hormones, her long time Troll friends don't react ideally though, and the rest of the kids in school are sure to pick on her daily.

Warnings: Bullying, school, swearing, needle mention, gym class, blood, bad friends are actually good friends, gore, Kanaya cuts someone in half, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: transfem Karkat writing slump has been abolished, I'm still gonna write more though, definitely, and @octobergothyc, while I was writing this, I was using the transfem Karkat edit you made as reference, kind of, also I have no clue how gender changing hormones work so bear with inaccuracy.

Her steps were soft as she walked, it took a lot of self control to keep it that way. Her hair was constantly falling in her eyes as well, even though it was pinned up. Her breathing was shaky, a light quaver underneath the steadiness.

And she felt claustrophobic, maybe it was the body paint she wore, a tanned tone.

A hand and her shoulder brought her back to reality, she snapped to look at whoever placed it there. She could feel the body paint crackle as she did so, did she bring a spare bottle?

She found John, a heavy sigh of relief shot through her systems.

"You good Karkat?" John asked her gently, she nodded slightly, her hood almost coming off, she propped it back up again.

"Yeah, fine, just disappointed that the doctors couldn't give me stronger hormones," Karkat said with a bit of a huff, crossing her arms sharply, she kicked the ground a bit, "and that said hormones make me feel nauseated unless I pop a pill."

"Trolls work differently than humans," John said as though it would be a comfort to Karkat, she furrowed her brows a bit, John quickly tried to rebound, "of course, I'm sure that one of your friends could make it work better, probably."

"They're all dumb as bricks John, nothing in their pan." Karkat said, she seemed a bit apprehensive at the topic of her friends, sure, Vriskas finally getting some hormones opposite to Karkats to help make her a bit more butch, but other than that, she doesn't really keep in touch with anyone.

They all say shes bitching when she complains about feeling nauseated, or that she just needs a break. Her body still hasn't fully acclimated to the chromosome reformation and the injections, her friends just don't get it. Except for Vriska, and even though she despises Vriska after the big fight, that's the only one who gets it.

"Right, sorry, forgot," John said right before an ear piercing bell rang, it had Karkat hissing and covering her ears, John looked up instinctively before checking his schedule, "I have chemistry, you?"

Karkat looked down at the list in her hands, claws filed down. She went from last to first, muttering the name of each subject. It took her a second before she reached the first class.

And her eyes widened in horror.

"Gym..." Karkat uttered quietly, she would have to take off her jacket, her horns, no one can know, she'll be totaled.

She'll get decked in the schnoz if anyone finds out, she'll get curb stomped to death if anyone finds out. Her grip on the list tightens until her blunt claws tear it, tears welling up in her glossy eyes. She stuffed the list back in her pocket, John had already left not wanting to be late, the torrent of people around her caused the claustrophobia to intensify.

She gripped her hood tightly, pulling it down as she made her way to the gymnasium. The rim of her socks started to feel tight, and the shirt on her chest she always wore was constricting. The skirt felt like it clenched her waist like a bear trap, and the bracelet she wore was constricting around her wrist.

Karkat gave a yelp as she hit the floor, some ass shouldered her to the ground. She snarled to herself as she picked herself up from the floor into a sitting position. A chorus of gasps had her freezing, she felt her tail twitch as it coiled around her waist, she released a gasp of breath as well. Her eyes were locked on the ground as she reached to feel for her hood, finding it had been knocked off her head. Instead of being normal and freaking out, going to hide her horns like a normal Troll would, she felt around them, a fake look of shock on her face.

Tears of disbelief streaming down her face and spreading cracks between body paint further apart proved her attempt to fit in faulty.

"Weirdo!" One kid shouted from the back, that had Karkat not even angry, just fucking done.

She slowly stood up, pulling off her hoodie and tying it around her waist. She nudged the pins in her hair further back to try and force it in place, pointed ears now visible. Another voice shouted weirdo, another voice shouted freak, she wasn't listening.

"Fuck are you looking?!" Karkat barked, the venom in her tone had a few kids facing her front quivering.

"You, Alternian bitch!" A different kid shouted, she snapped to stare at him, as she walked over, her steps were heavy, but it felt completely natural for her frame and it had the kids scared.

"What did you just call me?" Karkat asked as she pressed a blunt claw to the kids chest, she could feel his heart race and bang against his rib cage.

"An, an Alternian bitch! Cause that's exactly what you are-!" The kid tried to exclaim, before he could go any further in his speech, Karkat slammed a fist into his face.

He stumbled back groaning, he fell to the floor with a broken nose, crimson spilling across his face and Karkats fist. She grinned a toothy grin, her teeth that were once dull had sharpened with hormones, she looked like a shark. She heard a murmur as the crowd got larger, she cracked her neck to the sides, turning to the group behind her.

"Who else wants to call me a bitch?" Karkat asked, everyone seemed to inch a step back as she pushed a step forward until a jock decided to step forward.

"I do, bitch," the jock said, Karkats demeanor went from balls and bitches to wusses and whips, both equally shitty euphemisms she thought of once.

"Ah fuck," was all she could get out before a fist was slammer into her sternum sending her stumbling, she still held her ground.

As she tried to catch her breath, the jock advanced, throwing yet another punch at her face. She felt a tooth come loose, she spat it into her hand with a mouthful of candy red. A chant of 'fight, fight, fight' began and another punch met her abdomen, she screamed on this one as it hit all her sensitive organs and broke her tail.

She went staggering back, forcing her balance as blood trickled from under her shirt where her tail was broken. Her tactile tail fell loose, it hung under her skirt, the tip barbed and poisonous. The jock flinched for a second at the tail, it whipped furiously despite the gash, it halted momentarily. Her energy was draining, she would surely die here if gravity kept forcing blood to her tail, it poured onto the floor.

"Do it, or are you scared of knocking out a girl," Karkat said, the jock raised his fist and stepped closer, unable to throw it at Karkat despite the chanting, she quirked a brow, "it looks like I was right."

That must've been the final straw.

As one second she was grinning and the next a fist was flying at her face. She flinched and pressed her eyes painfully shut, and she heard it make contact, but didn't feel it. She opened her eyes and saw two kids in hoodies, they one wore masks and hats, one had long, black hair, while the other was more of a choppy bob.

"Who the fuck," the one with long hair started, gripping the jocks fist until a crack sounded off, the jock cried, "do you think you are," they released the jocks fist before winding up for a punch, "hitting a girl!"

When the punch landed, it sent the jock fucking flying, he hit a few kids as he skidded on the ground.

This all had Karkat, very, very confused.

And then they turned to Karkat, and she could tell who they were right away.

Equius and Terezi, blowing their cover just for her. Terezi, pulled the mask from her face, her skin was a bit clammy and her red shades still stood out, she was grinning. Equius removed his mask as well, although he wasn't grinning, he seemed rather nervous and was starting to sweat as well.

"How did you even, why would you," Karkat began, impossibly confused as she spoke, Terezi started.

"We're in gym together and heard your name, he didn't want you getting lost, so we came running," Terezi explained, the crowd only stared in wonderment, Equius was wiping blood on his Indigo hoodie, he seemed uncomfortable, "and we saw you here, kicking absolute ass until that guy decided to hit a girl."

"Its not the right thing to hit anyone really," Equius stated in his defense, it had Karkat smiling a little bit as he had just sent someone flying.

"As Equius demonstrated by sending someone flying across the room, hitting isn't right," Terezi said sarcastically, Equius only stared at the ground, "but, really, we're gonna miss gym, I don't want my friend late on the first day."

The three decided to turn to leave the room, only be frozen at a stare that bore into their souls. Karkat snapped back first, only to be greeted by the same jock, a broken nose in place. Said jock was furious and coming at Karkat fast, even Equius flinched that time, Terezi simply placed the handle of her cane to the jocks chest. He flinched as the wood was pressed against his chest, she shot a blind glare from her behind her glasses before speaking.

"You smell scared, and I bet you taste like a wimp, for a jock you sure are a weakling," Terezi stated, a grin revealing her shark like teeth, now, instead of leaving as the secrets were exposed, this time the jock pushed the handle to the side and stepped forward as Terezi retracted her cane, pulling the sheath on the blade off, this time the jock flinched.

"You wouldn't..." He stammered out as Terezi held up the hidden blade, she leaned on her shoulder.

"I don't know, would I, wouldn't I, that is the question," Terezi said, the crowd started an uproar of murmurs, she turned to see what the problem was, ah, Kanaya, wielding her lipstick with a big splash of red on her dress and her disguise simply shredded, "but she will."

Kanaya slowly walked up to the jock, she was furious, she pressed her lipstick to the small of his back, painting small black increments across his waistline. The jock was frozen at the boldness Kanaya had, an Alternian, just up and painting lipstick onto him, what the fuck is up with these weirdos? She closed the tube before pressing it to his sternum, her glare was sharp, like a hundred serrated edges tearing into him.

"Alright, you either stop bullying my friend or stop containing your organs," Kanaya threatened pulling her lipstick tube closer to her own form as the jock formed an answer.

"Things like you don't deserve to go without being bullied," the jock stated firmly, that had Karkats ears drooping, that had Kanayas grip tightening.

"Fine," Kanaya said, closing her eyes and twisting the tube in her grasp slowly, "be that way then."

And in a flash the jock was in two and Kanaya had yet another splash of crimson on her outfit. Organs spilled from between the slice as his torso fell to the floor, legs collapsing next. The lipstick in her grip was only a chainsaw for a second, but the crowd dispersed in the second they saw it.

After taking a few deep breaths she turned to Karkat before pulling her in close for a tight hug. Kanaya was shaking slightly, and the damp splash of crimson on her shirt was sure to ruin it, but she didn't care. Her friend was alive and that was all that mattered in that moment, Karkat on the other hand was having a hard time understanding all the affection.

"What the fuck Kanaya?" Karkat asked as she gently pushed Kanaya away.

"What?" Kanaya asked gently.

"You just cut someone in half!" Karkat exclaimed, gesturing to corpse on the ground, it twitched weakly as organs pulsed, he had to be alive partially.

"I didn't want my friend getting hurt, so I did what I had to," Kanaya said, sniffling a little bit, "I wish I was in gym so I could make sure you don't get hurt?"

"Kanaya, you cut someone in half, in a school, in front of a hundred kids, Kanaya, you're getting expelled," Karkat said after taking a deep breath, she was unsure how fucked her friends were, but this bumped it up.

"I don't care, and I'm sure Equius and Terezi will vouch for me, right guys?" Kanaya asked, turning to Equius and Terezi.

"Absolutely," Equius said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"For sure,"Terezi said, returning the blade to its sheath.

"But I thought you guys hated me," Karkat asked, Terezi, Equius and Kanaya all shared glances.

"We never hated you, we just need some time to, get used to it, its different," Equius explained, Terezi elbowed him lightly.

"But how come you stopped talking to me for a bit?" Karkat asked, very concerned about that fact.

"Principal confiscated my PDA," Equius said.

"I lost my laptop," Terezi said.

"I broke mine in a bar fight," Kanaya said, everyone stared at her.

"But, I, what about the others?" Karkat asked, trying her very damndest to piece it together.

"Want to talk about it after school?" Terezi asked gently, sighing a bit, her entire form easing as she did so.

"Yeah," Karkat replied with.

"We'll meet up at Roses then," Kanaya said, everyone gave a prompt nod before leaving to their designated class.

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #karkat vantas #john egbert #transfem karkat #equius zahhak #terezi pyrope #kanaya maryam #trans character #tails #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #one shot #tw school #tw bullying #tw relationships #tw body insecurity #tw identity crisis #tw bones #tw organs #tw gore #tw transphobes #tw transfobia

[queenadabronx]

Jatherine Wedding

. Jack proposed to Katherine in the private box where they had their first conversation

. He left a drawing that was identical to the one he drew that night, and left the ring on it

. It was so freaking sweet

. They told the Newsies a week later

. They were at Jacobis and Smalls noticed the ring

. Everyone freaked out

. Romeo most of all

. Everyone volunteered to help

. In the end, it was mostly Buttons, Sarah, and Henry who helped.

. Henry made ALL the food

. Buttons and Sarah made the suits/dresses

. Sarah was also moral support for Katherine

. The bridesmaids wore peach dresses (with Darcy and Bill having matching suits)

. The groomsmen had traditional black suits

. The bridesmaids were Sarah, Smalls, Sally, Darcy and Bill

. Sally also did the hair

. The groomsmen were Crutchie, Race, Davey, and Les

. Oh, also-

. The weddings in Santa Fe

. Because of course

. The bridesmaids were great at getting ready

. They had zero problems

. The groomsmen, on the other hand..

. Race burned a hole in his suit with his cigar

. Les lost his tie

. Jack is stressed to tears

. Crutchie is still editing his speech

. Davey is tearing the place apart, looking for Les’ tie

. They didn’t find it

. But it’s fine

. The ceremony is about to start.

. Albert expects it to be like the one in Umbrella Academy season three

. He’s disappointed

. Katherine and Jack say ‘For Sure’ after the vows

. When they kiss everyone cheers

. Then the couple takes adorable wedding pictures

. After that, it was time for the first dance

. Now here’s the thing: Jack can’t dance. At all

. So everyone expects it to be terrible

. But they are all surprised when he’s actually kinda good

. It turns out he’s been practicing for months

. So he didn’t ruin it

. It was a surprise to everyone

. He didn’t even tell Katherine!

. After that- the parent dances

. Pulitzer had surprised everyone by coming. And him doing this surprised them even more

. And of course Medda did it. She’s Jacks biggest supporter

. When that was over, they did the speeches.

. Crutchies speech was BEAUTIFUL

. Best speech ever

. Sarah’s speech was okay, but way overshadowed by Crutchies

. Henry brought out the food after Sarah’s speech

. It was all seafood

. Salmon, Shrimp, Oysters, other wedding-appropriate seafoods

. Race tried an Oyster

. He absolutely HATED it

. The only people who liked them were Katherine, Medda, Pulitzer, and Jojo

. But Jojo would eat anything

. After everyone ate, people started drinking

. Pulitzer left once Race broke three bottles of wine doing a backflip

. Finch and Albert were badly singing ‘Party in the USA’

. The twins tried to smuggle wine out of the venue

. Hotshot stopped them

. “Everyone’s drunk enough- just leave it here”

. Hotshots only there because he’s Ike’s plus one

. But the sober crew is super happy about it

. Because he helps keep their friends from dying

. Oh yeah- the sober crew is Davey, Elmer, Jojo, Specs, and Hotshot

. And Les n’ Sally, but they don’t really count cause they CANT drink

. Katherine isn’t that drunk

. She wants to remember the night

. So, everyone’s doing the YMCA now

. Except Smalls n Sniper

. They’re making out

. After that they realized:

. We never cut the cake!

. So, despite being drunk, the couple is able to cut out one slice without knocking the cake over

. Then Jack trips a bit

. And the top two levels fall

. But it’s okay there was five levels

. But this doesn’t stop the Newsies from eating the cake off the floor

. Race started it

. Finch, Albert, and Ike joined in

. Hotshot tried to stop him

. Then gave up and got a slice of cake from what didn’t fall

. Smalls was in hysterics

. When she’s drunk- EVERYTHING is funny

. Henry is slightly annoyed that his cake got destroyed

. But at least people are eating it

. A couple hours later everyone notices they haven’t seen Finch for a while

. He’s passed out under a table

. A couple of other people are passed out too

. Ike’s asleep in hotshots lap (🥺)

. And Albert is passed out in a tree outside

. Everyone decides to call it a night

. Katherine and Jack take a limo to the hotel

. They then go to Europe for sightseeing

. They go to Paris, Rome, London, and travel around Germany

. In London they see a couple shows on West End

. One of them is Six

. Katherine likes the history, and Jack thinks the costumes are unique

. Anyway, that’s the story of Jack and Katherines wedding!

Here’s the bridesmaids dresses, and then Kaths wedding dress!

#newsies #jatherine #jack kelly #katherine plumber #joseph pulitzer #medda larkin #all the Newsies #albert dasilva #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #newsies one shot

[matt-does-stuff]

I Want My Friend Back

I have me hear an incredibly scuffed, ooc bc of Maxson being kinda emotional, I don't like to edit things cos it takes too long I got my two homies with issues Anika Laydengardr and Elder Maxson These two mfs need to work shit out and I may or may not write abt that, all you need to know is that this stays in a hard platonic state for all eternity, mainly because I want their relationship to stay that way, and also because Maxson belongs to @h3raklion's character Matryona Smirnova and I love her too much <3

[Word count: 2400]

“So, you came.” hearing her voice, which was a hollow of the pure angelic joy it once was, it gave Maxson goosebumps. He was a fool to go alone, unannounced, despite what his knights had said she was capable of. “I was told I could find you here,” realistically, he could die here without being found for a while, “I was hoping we could talk.” He wanted to reason with her, he really did. He just wanted his friend back, that was all.

“I doubt there’s much to talk about.” The smell of oil, and freshly welded metal ran thick in the air, scents that young Arthur couldn’t stomach, “Besides, shouldn’t you be off on your airship?”

“I wanted to see you.” He looked down, “Please tell me what I did wrong… Why did you abandon me?”

“Abandon you?”

It was quiet. He could hear his own heartbeat. When they were younger, she used to make it a game of him guessing what she’d say next. But this time, he couldn’t guess. He worried she’d become lost to him, become too different from her old self.

“My family just didn’t trust a sixteen year old to be in charge.” she’d stepped out, not so he could see her, but so she could face him.

“You weren’t old enough–”

“But I’m old enough now.” he was quick to cut her off. He hated when people questioned him by his age, that’s why he made sure no one did.

“You cutting me off and ensuring that you are, indicates that you’re not.” a cold and judgemental stare was given to him, piercing straight into his soul.

“Nothing’s changed about you, Arthur, you’re not more mature, you’re just got taller and grew a beard. You are twenty. No one makes rational decisions at this age. I sure as hell know I haven’t, I took over Nuka World. I was placed in charge of three raider gangs because I killed their old boss. Why did I do it? Because I wanted power. I created extensive amounts of machines because I wanted power. That, and I was lonely. No doubt you’ve become a phenomenal leader. I just don’t see you when I think of that leader. When I think of you as a leader, I think of how it was with Sarah, I know you adored her. What you turned into was someone much more closed minded. Sarah would be disappointed in you. And my sister, who you also had a soft spot for because of their similarities, Is disappointed in you. You’re not yourself.” listening to what she had to say, he paused and thought.

“Neither are you, Anika.” he hadn’t said her name in years, it felt almost foreign to him, but it also sounded welcoming, and nostalgic. Oh how he’d missed her.

“Well then, I supposed I should go back to a previous topic. If I abandoned you, why didn’t you come looking for me?” she sounded accusatory, like he just wanted to blame her for everything.

“I…” he struggled to find the words. Seeing her made him like a child again, shy, stumbling in his words. She brought that out in him.

“You don’t know? I would maybe say it was because you were too proud to admit you needed me.” that caused him to bow his head slightly, was he really that predictable? She already knew the answer why, but she wanted him to say it, and he knew that. “I- yes. I’m sorry.” he looked down again. He knew he still wasn’t out of the woods yet, she could turn hostile at any time, which put him on edge. For the first time in his life, he felt unsure of how he felt about her.

“No use apologising, Arthur. You’ve found me now.” she gave him a small, almost reassuring smile.

“Now, you wanted to have a chat. Tea?” he stood there, stunned at her sudden change in demeanour.

He wasn’t a tea drinker, but they got over that hurdle many years ago. She knew how to make tea he liked, and he knew that, because she wanted him to enjoy what she had been growing in the nursery in the citadel. She always grew tea leaves, ever since she found the necessary seeds in an old homemakers store in Washington. Tea was a unique commodity shared by the people of the prewar world, the fact that they had been able to enjoy it fresh, it was quite lovely, actually. 

It didn’t take long for the woman to guide who used to be an old friend to a kitchen, similar to the one his sentinel described in Vault one-eleven. It was practical, keeping the cooking and eating in the same room. Only a select few in the brotherhood had previously enjoyed the tea Anika grew, Maxson felt lucky to be among them. He never answered yes to her question, they just migrated to the kitchen. She knew the answer, and so did he.

“Do you remember how I liked it?” he took a seat, eyeing her carefully, though he felt he could lower his guard now, she wasn’t one to dabble in poisons. Too quick a death, she always pointed out.

“I remember you liked your berries, your tea always ended up looking more pink or red.” she gave a chuckle as she filled the kettle and set it on her stove. To ensure quality, she took immense care measuring out the ingredients. She still felt pride from when she managed to make Arthur actually enjoy some form of tea. Maxson could look past her excessive work on robots, her affiliations with raiders, because in truth, she hadn’t changed. She always spoke of wanting to become a leader herself, and govern her own people. She never specified what those people would be, but he knew all she wanted to make was a difference in the world.

“I see you got your face tattooed.” he pointed out. He rubbed his calloused fingers over his knuckles, which he soon stopped as the feeling grew unpleasant for him.

“Yeah, and before you ask, no it wasn’t because of the raiders. This was a well thought out and deeply personal decision.” he expected no less from her, she was always one for sentiment. “You always talked about the norse legends, bedtime stories your mother and sister shared with you to ease your mind. That’s why your sister was codenamed Ragnarok by Lyons. I assume the tattoo is related to that?” he was met with a nod from the woman across from him, despite her standing with her back turned to him. 

“Yes. My sister, her parting statement was always telling me to raise hell. She didn’t care if it was me or my machines actually causing it. We’re a fighting family, and I don’t have many enemies, because they’re mostly dead. So I ended up with the half skull tattoo, a depiction of the Norse goddess of the underworld, Hel.” she’d begun making the tea, which flooded his mind with nostalgic memories.

“Rings true for when my sister and I fought off that deathclaw when we went on that walk, which you took credit for, then claimed you used a combat knife. A little annoyed that no one fact checked that, my Avalon and I kept our mouths shut.” a sigh came from behind her. “I’m sorry, they just began assuming all these things when we came back, seeing that I had a visible wound and you two didn’t” “Because I’m not the idiot who wandered too close to a deathclaw nest?” she chuckled with her question, the thought entertaining her. “I know, I was a fucking idiot for thinking it’d be fine. But it was better me than you, you would’ve gotten extensive amounts of discipline. They really sugar coated everything for me, huh?”

“You’re a Maxson, the last Maxson for that matter. The entire brotherhood feels they owe a debt to your family because your ancestor founded them. It’s not really a unique name, to be honest, it literally just means ‘son of Max’, and I bet there were a lot of people named Max that had sons before the war, specifically in places like Iceland where they still had that naming system. Even so, everyone turned on Roger Maxson. He wanted the Brotherhood to remain open, work alongside the people, get a perspective from everyone before taking action on who’s naughty or nice. You’re sort of there? You need to open up a bit more, and maybe don’t destroy an entire organisation who’s machines weren’t intended to leave their homes.”

“If you’re referring to the institute, they were a cancer. Who knows what they had in store for the Commonwealth.” he was quick to defend himself. “What they had in store was FEV cure, bringing back extinct species, lowering radiation levels, hell, making the wasteland more arable. Imagine farming if the soil contained more of the nutrients the plants needed. If we unified the commonwealth, there would be no threats from within. A government would be ideal, but not a military one.” she stopped herself as she brought over the tea. It smelled and looked just how he remembered.

“You always had a strong argument, you also always made nice tea.” she gave a small laugh at that. “Maybe you’re not lost to me, Arthur.” “I thought you were lost to me.”

“I could’ve been, had we not been as close as we were, growing up. Hell, I was the only person who actually wanted to be your friend. Do you still write? I remember reading what you showed me, and I loved how creative you were.” he shook his head in response. “I sadly don’t, not anymore.” “What, giving occasional orders to people and sitting around doesn’t warrant enough time to write? Or did… Did they stamp it out of you?” her question turned serious rather quickly. She always told him to keep going with his passion no matter what, she wanted to see him happy. “I suppose… Yeah, yeah they did. I haven’t written any stories  since I became Elder, I don’t think.” it was a shame, really, she truly did enjoy the stories he wrote.

“Then I want you to do something for me when you get back, and I’m sure you know what that is.” his eyes met hers, he knew she was serious.

“If I can surround myself with my passion, then you can surround yourself with yours.”

“Writing isn’t like robotics, Anika.” “Isn’t it? Both involve a hefty amount of creativity, you create things, you create people, you depict them in certain ways, you’re a creator.” it was a unique choice of words, people, that word stewed in Maxson’s mind. “You referred to your machines as people, why?” “For a reason you’d hate, because they actually have personalities. They feel emotions because I wanted them to, they have their own likes and dislikes, they can discover things about themselves. I surely would’ve grown mad if they didn’t have those. How would you feel if I said your characters weren’t allowed to be individuals, because they weren’t real people?” “I suppose I’d feel- well I’d be annoyed, that’s for sure, I don’t want them to be dull or anything.” “You just answered your own question with that.” he closed his eyes and nodded. 

“Now look at what you did to the railroad and the institute. Even more so, how would you feel, had I been among them and died in your crusade? Rather guilty, right?” “I suppose so.” “Then don’t act like you’re not guilty now. I know you didn’t want all those innocents to die, especially when there’s children among them, and people who were just following orders.”

“I know.” he sighed, he didn’t like to admit when he was wrong. But then again, he wasn’t talking to her as Elder Maxson, he was talking to her as Arthur.

“What’ve you been up to in Nuka World?” he asked, holding the warm mug in his hands.

“Well, I killed their overboss with the help of Ava, and I replaced him. My right hand man, Gage, I like him a lot but I’d prefer my sister in that position, however she appears to have her heart set on getting back to the brotherhood. I assure you, the only person who’s been going around and chatting up enemies of yours, is me. Avalon’s fine, don’t interrogate her, she’s just been working with the Minutemen. In fact, I do believe she was due to be promoted to Paladin? And since your previous two have both left the position vacant, surely you’ll give her that well earned position, Sarah trained her hard and she’s kept up that training.”

“I’ll see how she is, remember it’s been over four years now.” “Then maybe her collection of prewar artefacts that she plans on gifting Quinlan will help? You know he had a soft spot for her, she actually went out of her way to assist field scribes, remember that. You know he’ll vouch for her.” 

Maxson sat in thought. He didn’t like this subject. He already knew Avalon would return, and what would happen. He took this time to ask the question that had been eating away at him. “What are we, Anika?” this had taken her off guard. How could she answer this? She hadn’t seen him in years, he was almost a stranger to her.

“What do you want me to be?”

“Would it be too much to ask for my friend back?” “You’ll be expecting me to give up all I’ve gained, won’t you?” she expected their rekindled friendship to come with certain conditions. “No, I just want to know that you’ll have my back when I need it.”

“Don’t worry I will. I knew you were gonna ask if we could be friends again. I could tell from the way you’re speaking to me. Because we’re not talking like grownups.”

“I get it, you have a point about me not being mature enough… Hell you were always more switched on than me. Just don’t turn your back on me for being an idiot.”

“I won’t. I know you want me to keep this conversation in confidence, hence why you came alone. Just do me a favour.” “Yes?” “Please open up to others more.” “I’ll try, Ani.”

#oc: anika laydengardr #fallout oc #fallout 4 fanfic #elder maxson #they are frens <3

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Top 10 Video Games of All Time: bobgoesw00t Edition (Part 10)

Here we are everyone, the final week of 2022 and as promised, I'm revealing my Top Video Game of All Time. At Number One currently is:

The one game I can never seem to get enough of, Assassin's Creed Origins.

I can't even begin to guess how many times I've cleared this game and it's two DLC expansions, but it's AT LEAST ten times now. The extra year Ubisoft gave the team in Montreal to work on the game was TOTALLY worth it for how everything in the game has been fine tuned to ABSOLUTE PERFECTION.

Gonna start off by talking about the world of Ancient Egypt they created and how GORGEOUS it is. Even the deserts in the game are beautiful and I don't think I've even seen sand dunes created with so much care. Well, I'm running through Bayonetta 3 right now and I'm at the desert world and GOD the sand textures are horrible. And while there isn't any regions with snow, that doesn't matter because of how pretty every section of the game is.

Of course, the music and audio in a game can make or break it and I can safely saw that those two parts don't disappoint. The environmental sounds and the chatter of the crowds truly bring the world of Ancient Egypt to life. I love how the random civilians could be cussing me out and I would be none the wiser, while even the sounds of the birds chirping along the banks of the Nile can make me feel so at ease in a moment of respite. As for the soundtrack, Sarah Schachner hit the proverbial baseball out of the park with the music she composed for this game. Some tracks I want to mention in particular are A Divided Land which plays when you synchronize a viewpoint in some areas, I Walk on Your Water which is the investigation track and Winds of Cyrene, which is the last piece of music that plays while Syncing a Viewpoint in the Green Mountains, Kyrenaika and Marmarica. The last track I mentioned is not only GORGEOUS, but it also has this sense of uneasy calm, that fits perfectly with that point of the game cause Bayek's journey is coming to an end.

Since I mentioned Bayek, it's only fitting I talk a bit about the story, which is one of the best in the franchise yet IMO. Seeing how The Hidden Ones came to be all because of the loss of an innocent child at the hands of some greedy bastards that want to control the world is SO GOOD! Bayek starts his journey wanting revenge and in the process, discovers how fucked up things can get if those in power are left free to run amok with it. And since working within the system didn't work due to the people in power using the shadows, he decides to tackle it in the same way. But of course he couldn't do this alone, and on his quest for revenge, he finds those who share his passion and drive to protect the innocent and makes the brotherhood for them all. It's also sad because as he goes through the ranks of the Order of the Ancients (A.K.A. The Templars before the Templars) his marriage to his wife Aya (who, at the end of the game becomes the key figure in the lore of the franchise, Amunete) gets dragged through the mud as the world they live in will never accept that they truly love one another.

That brings me to by far, the best piece of music in the entire game: Ezio's Family (Origins Version). For those of you who don't know by now, Ezio's Family is a piece of music that was first introduced way back in Assassin's Creed II and has since basically become the "Theme Song" for the franchise, with almost every entry having a version of it. What makes this particular version so memorable is due to the fact that it literally doesn't play in full until THE VERY END OF THE GAME. You hear the first half of the song every time you bring up and equipment/quest/inventory/order menu in the game but it always cuts off before the rest of the song (and the familiar notes) start up. That fact that Sarah created a new version of the song and Ubisoft held it in their back pocket until the very end was the PERFECT way to not only end the game, but show how the Brotherhood started in the first place.

Gonna talk a bit about combat and the DLC a bit now and let me say, combat in Origins in some of the most intense and fun I've ever had in this series. The removal of the "Pair Animation" system with a traditional "Hit Box" combat scheme was the right call. While it's true Syndicate used a different style of combat from the previous games, it still used the old pair animation system, meaning it still felt a tad stale. Being able to dodge attacks at the last second to land the killing blow is awesome, and some of the Overpowered Attacks are brutal. Then you factor in the various passive skills you can unlock that can make combat/gameplay even better. Once you unlock the "Enhanced Predator Bow" skill, being able to pull off INSANE headshots on a target who is on the other side of a canyon by controlling the arrow mid-flight will never get old and not be satisfying.

While I'm thinking about it, I have to mention one of the main reasons this game has my top spot is because EVERY TIME I play it, I discover something new about it. Back in June when Ubisoft released the patch that lets the game run at 60FPS on Xbox Series X/S and PS5, I figured it was the perfect time to run through the game again and I figured out that if you throw either the Sleep or Poison Dart at an open flame, it will ignite the tip and spread the powder on the dart in an area. Now I know this was a thing back in Syndicate, but because it had been forever since I played that game in all of my other runs of Origins, I totally forgot that I could do that. When they put the patch out, I had recently finished a run of Syndicate so that fact was fresh in my mind and I had a little nerdgasm discovering they kept that in Origins.

As for the DLC Expansions, they took the base game, expanded it, and took the story to new places that are some of my favorite ever. The Curse of the Pharaohs one of the better DLC expansions I've ever played, letting Bayek travel to four different afterlifes with each one being different from the last was really cool and really helped expand on not only my knowledge of Ancient Egypt, but also the mythology of the era. The fact that they took the boss fight again Apep (which is one of the highlights of the base game to be honest) and made a whole DLC about it is just GAH, SO COOL!

In conclusion, Assassin's Creed Origins is one of the few video games that I've kept coming back to, LONG after I've beaten it MULTIPLE times not just because of the gameplay, story, music and phenomenal DLC expansions, but also because just when I think I've found everything there is to find in the world of Ancient Egypt, I discover something new that keeps the hooks this game has in my body digging deeper and pulling me back in to see what I can find next. And with Ubisoft having released a patch for the game back in June of this year that lets the game run at 60FPS on Xbox Series X/S and PlayStation 5, plus Assassin's Creed Mirage being a missing chapter in the evolution of The Hidden Ones to the Assassins Brotherhood coming sometime next year, there's never been a better time to give this game of pure perfection a try. Assassin's Creed Origins gets 5 Enhanced Predator Bow headshots out of 5: 5/5.

Quick note before I get to the last batch of Honorable Mentions, if you're starting the game and need any advice, feel free to hit me up with an ask or message and I'll try my best to help you out.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag: Of the first six games in this long running franchise, Black Flag is by far the best with it's MASSIVE open world Caribbean, a lovable protagonist in Edward Kenway, Naval Combat that simplifies and expands on what was present in AC3 and one of the more bittersweet endings in the series.

Assassin's Creed Valhalla:The most recent entry melded the RPG elements from Odyssey with the gameplay of Origins in a perfect way, gave us the badass bitch that is Eivor Varinsdottir, had her meet with the original badass bitch (while also putting the final nail in the coffin on who the canon protagonist of Odyssey is) Kassandra in an awesome crossover, and a Final Chapter that while short, also tugs at the heart strings considering we've spent the last two years with this woman and almost left me balling my eyes out.

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Obviously I put a lot of worrying into my characters hairstyles. They both show their personality and/or is just something I find cute.

Sakura is arguably the only one who's hair directly impact her. And by that I mean where Naomi would braid her hair for the practical reasoning of going on a journey ( and also too even more amazing), Sakura's hair is actually something she's pretty self-conscious about? At least more so than my other ocs.

Edit: I can't believe I forgot the blatant hairstyles change that Naomi goes through near the end of TBWS, along side her outfit change. Though again, Sakura is more self conscious about her hair than Naomi is.

I've mentioned multiple times before that Sakura, when she first fell, had long hair. Like, almost down to her feet, long hair. I feel like she would have kept this hairstyle for a good while until she realizes that a) super long hair isn't the best for survey work and b) she just doesn't like having her hair that long. And this is where her being self-conscious about her hair lies. Sakura, being new to the world and having a lot of people distrust her, actively wants people to like her. Or at the very least not see her as a secret threat ( look how that ended up). Part of this, in her eyes, is her hair. It's long, curly and " gives her a certain charm", especially as she runs. Her long hair, for some reason, makes her seem more approachable? Like your meeting a nymph in a forest- something like that. That's kinda how Sakura interprets it so now she's like " oh! People seem to like my hair long....but I don't. W-well, if it means people can trust me easier, then it shouldn't be a problem!". Spoiler alert, it becomes a problem.

( and it sucks more cause she loves it when the little kids come up to her and ask if they could braid her hair or but little hair decorations on them. She loves that!!! She don't want to disappoint them!!!)

She knows the way she feels about her hair is silly- literally almost all the woman she has met all have soft hair, or shorter than hers. They aren't ostracized at all! But it feels like she's doing something bad if she does cut her hair. All of this came to a head when Arezu offered to do her hair. The girl quickly picked up on Sakura's discomfort and subtly offered to cut it, to which Sakura gleefully agreed to. As practice, of course.

Sakura has never felt so free. She loves her long hair, she does, but it was getting so grating. But now!!! She feels so much lighter!!!

Of course she was nervous about it. She loved her newly cut hair, but did the villagers like it as well? And even if they did ( and they did, she got lots of nice compliments), Sakura couldn't help but think she was letting someone down. It soon became her wondering if she was prettier with longer hair/ if people liked her more with longer hair.

She knew it was dumb. She has much more important things to worry about than the length of her hair. But her brain loves telling her that it is.

I feel like after her exile is when she stopped caring, which is really bittersweet when you think about it. It was good that she was comfortable in the hairstyle she oved, and even more so to other hairstyles ( she would occasionally grow out her hair. Not to the insane length she had before, but something more doable), but it came at the butter realization that the village that she was so desperately trying to appease never really cared about in the first place. One wrong step( whether or not that step was yours is irrelevant), and it's all over.

#r rambles #oc: sakura ume

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https://www.tumblr.com/strange-aus-and-crossovers/730385507318726656/if-you-made-a-crypid-au-howd-that-look

ghostbusters AU :)

Here's the AU! I took a long time because I originally wasn't going to include things that were common like dragons, but when I looked into it anything else just was too far out of left field for their personalities to make fit without seriously retconning myths I know very little about. If you want more info, it's under the cut

Ray was born a werewolf, and as such he can shift whenever... Except he can't shift at all on new moons, and he is forced to shift on Full moons. However since his parents died before they could teach him the way of being a natural born werewolf, not only does he not know which side of his family the werewolf comes from, he also has a hard time keeping his cool as he's a self taught shifter... On bad full moons, Egon has to use his magic to assist him in either keeping calm or easing pain(edited)

Egon and Elon were born noble in the Victorian era, and on one night, they were attacked by a feral vampire. A group of other vampires saved them but it was too late to reverse the curse. While they are not the first set of twins or even identical twins to be turned, they are the only twins to have kept their original birth age gap. They are only about 200 years deep into being vampires, but they are already incredibly powerful They are in the care of the only Vampire who believes they will not turn into ferals despite their untimely evolution. Elon adapted much easier to the shift in time period, but Egon has had a bit more trouble keeping up. Hence his slightly awkward attitude

Winston is a dragon that was hatched 35,000 years ago and taught humans aren't anything special, and that they suck dragons are the best etc. while he believed it for a while, the more he watched the humans the more he saw how resourceful and smart they were. He absolutely loved humans and thought that is they just had a bit of direction they could do wonderful things. As time went by him and his kin were forced to take human forms and live amongst them. He was always fascinated by humans and for a long while was content yet disappointed by humanity. Still he wanted to protect humans especially from the unseen forces of the myths and supernatural...So in the 1980s... He saw that ad for the Ghostbusters. He was shocked to see that the only true human... Was Janine. With a group of supernatural defenders he was confident he found where he needed to be.

This leaves Peter. Peter was born to human parents but a genetic mutation caused him to be able to morph. With an absent dad and loving mother, she did all the research and found out that her boy had a Doppler mutation. He was technically not a human. However he was her boy and she loved him. Through his life he used his ability sparingly but it was a very useful thing to have. Got him out of being beat up in school, let him take classes a jock couldn't take, and it helped him take care of his mother in her ill days. Still he was content to live a normal life... Until he saw Ray transform... Then while trying to chase him they ran into Egon... Who's magic calmed the rampage. From then on Peter gave up that normal life... As he finally met people as funky as he is. His default look is his natural body, but he can switch it to look like anyone humanoid. He still can't transform into animals

They all have different life spans as well. Egon, Elon and Winston are all immortal barring any hunters taking them out. Peter with his mutation will likely love around 250 years, with Ray having the closest thing to a normal human life span. Still it's likely he'll reach 120 before he goes

#ask #my art #Ghostbusters #ghostbusters cryptid au #winston zeddemore #peter venkman #egon spengler #ray stantz