#the youngest are always the weirdest maybe

[1dhq]

do you also get different feelings when it's a 1d guy or a tannie's birthday? i'm like "harry's turning 30 where has time gone?? 😰" but then hoseok is also turning 30 and i'm more like "yeah, it makes sense"

i know it's because i basically grew up with harry but it's quite funny

yeah maybe that’s it! with the tannies i‘m like "we‘re all 30 here" and with 1d i‘m like "these CHILDREN are turning THIRTY!"

#lets-laughagain #julia talks #but what do i know #the day jungkook turns 30 i‘m probably gonna have a mental breakdown #the youngest are always the weirdest maybe

[thefantasyden]

Needy Boys (part 1)

Pairing: Felix, Seungmin, I.N x F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Assertive reader, puppy seungmin, humping, could be flagged as slight dubcon from Felix and Jeongin, needy boys, reader is older than the boys.

Word Count: 2184

Summary: Three needy boys just can't control themselves when it comes to you, and it's about time they learn to ask for what they want.

Authors note: on my shameless goodboy Minnie agenda. There will absolutely be a part 2 of Felix and Jeongin being spoilt with pleasure.

2am. It always happened around 2am.

You're laying between Jeongin and Felix, each boy having an arm wrapped around your waist in a vice grip with Seungmin between your legs, his head resting on your lower tummy and his arms wrapped around your thigh as he snuggled into you. You were almost over the edge of sleep when you felt the all too familiar poke of his bulge pushed against your leg.

It happened almost every time you let him cuddle with you, which was a daily occurrence at this point. The three youngest boys had been glued to your side since you met 2 years ago through your friend Chris, and their attachment to you could almost be considered a problem if it wasn't for the fact that you adored them so dearly.

It had all started harmlessly enough. You had just settled back into bed one night when you heard the door creak open, rolling over to see Felix standing nervously in front of you with watery eyes. He told you he couldn't sleep and that he thought maybe he'd feel better if he could just lay with you for a little bit and you didn't hesitate to agree, holding the boy close to your chest and cooing sweet praises at him. It became a routine from that day. Some days it was one or two, some days it was all 3 but your bed was never empty and there was always someone snuggled close to you demanding their head be pet or you rub their back.

It hadn't crossed a line until one night when Seungmin had your undivided attention. You had been so loving and attentive to him all night, cooking him dinner and petting him as he laid on your lap. It was entirely out of his control when his dreams became more vivid, his hips dragging lazily against your thigh in response to the endless stimulation his dreams were providing him.

You had kicked at him when you felt it, having been woken up from your own deep sleep by his fingertips digging into your skin. You didn't speak of it further, but it didn't stop happening and every time you would wake him up with mumbled words and a kick against his leg, never to be spoken of in the morning out of fear that you'd make him feel guilty over something he couldn't control.

For Felix and Jeongin, however, they had actively chosen their poison. Felix really wasn't to blame, having been a victim of Jeongin's convincing words the first time he let his hands wander down to the soft flesh of your thighs. Was it really their fault that the quiet sighs that met their ears would flip a switch in them, filling them with the burning need to hear more, to feel more.

Every time it was the two of them, they'd get a little bolder. Felix would have his face buried in your chest while the other boy pressed himself close behind you, biting back a groan at the feeling of your ass meeting his bulge. The youngest would bring a hand up to carefully cup your breast, eyes locking with the blonde's as he silently encouraged him, a cautious tongue peaking between his lips to meet with your warm skin. He practically whimpers at the feeling, a breathy moan sounding from you as needy hands wandered over your thighs, your ass, and any other explosed skin they could possibly find.

They'd both struggle to maintain eye contact the next morning when you tell them you had the weirdest dream, laughing to yourself without noticing the shamed flush that creeps up Felix face. They swear to themselves that they'd stop. Its wrong and they know it, but the thrill that courses through them at knowing they were able to actually touch the pretty girl they'd been obsessed with for so long was undeniable.

You were petting Seungmins hair as you drifted off, the warmth of the bodies surrounding you, ensuring you had no need for a blanket even with the slight chill in the room.

You were falling asleep quicker than usual, only groaning in acknowledgement when you felt Sungmin against your leg. It hardly bothered you at this point, and the other two boys take note of that.

They were gentle at first, Jeongins lips pressing gently against your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles over your hips. Felix was already buried in his usual place, the act of him nuzzling into your chest having become something you allowed even when you weren't asleep.

Felix always found it easy to get carried away, not fully aware of himself when his teeth get involved, nipping ever so slightly. You wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been coupled with Jeongin letting his own travel the tender space of your neck, biting much more noticeably than the blonde had been. The forceful grip on your hip is what makes you groan out loud, the boys freezing in place when you make eye contact with the one in front of you.

"How stupid do you think I am?!"

Your voice is hoarse, only slightly louder than a whisper.

"Can you keep your damn hands to yourself for one night?!"

You continue scolding them, forcing them to turn over so they were facing away from you with their own sounds of dissaproval while you pet the cheek of the boy between your legs, shushing him quietly when you heard him whine. He didn't need to be woken by the menaces you had to deal with.

You don't acknowledge them during breakfast, and you can see that they've told the third boy what happened. The silence is awkward and unusual, and it earns a line of confused questioning from Minho that you struggle to answer. Felix couldn't begin to explain the pang of guilt he feels when you glare at him, dropping your bowl into the sink and heading straight to the bathroom without a word.

The sink is running loudly as you brush your teeth, making you miss the sound of the door opening, only turning around when you hear Seungmin quietly call you name with a flush of red covering his cheeks.

You let out a noise of question and he picks it up immediately, leaning against the door.

"I'm sorry... for uh... the thing that keeps happening... I really don't know why it happens. I just... I dont want you to be upset with me. I promise I'm not doing it on purpose!"

His eyes are watery and you can feel your heart melting, quickly spitting into the sink and rinsing your mouth before you move closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as you ruffle his hair.

"I know it's not your fault, Minnie. You're a good boy. My good puppy."

The other boys are pissed when they see the two of you walk out into the living room, chatting as if nothing had happened. Why did he get your forgiveness when they were also unable to help their actions? Well, maybe they should have been able to stop themselves, but they had felt so out of control in the moment.

Pissed stops being a strong enough word when Seungmin says they should just apologise and get it over with. He's sure you'd forgive them, but they just can't convince themselves to be sorry. Your sounds were so pretty and you were so soft and warm that they wouldn't dare to say they had any regrets.

They do feel a little bad, though, and they settle on the idea that maybe they should at least show you that they care.

You do feel a little better when you come home to see that they had made you dinner (or at least attempted to), your favourite movie sitting ready on the tv screen and a tray of brownies staring at you from the table.

"Is this an apology?" You ask as you set your bag down by the door.

"Something like that." Jeongin mumbles in response, still not willing to meet your gaze.

You sit down on the couch, and you can feel the anger melting away when they bring you your food, finally letting your face soften as they speak to you.

"We feel bad for upsetting you. I mean... we know we shouldn't have done it..."

It's as close as you'll get to an apology, and you find it impossible to resists Felix and his pretty eyes. You can all feel the tension lift when you laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"If you were feeling that needy, you could have just asked me. You do know that, right?"

Of course they didn't know that, though they don't think they would have had the courage to ask for such things with you staring them down.

Everything is back to normal quickly, the boys resting against your shoulders as the movie finishes, only shifting slightly when you finally stand, your shirt lifting as you stretch and immediately filling their heads with inappropriate thoughts.

You thank them for the food and move toward your room, stopping them in their tracks when they try to follow you.

"Nope. Not tonight."

You glance toward Seungmin who is laying sleepy on the couch and you call his name softly, motioning for him to come with you.

"Minnie is the only one who is able to behave himself. He deserves a night of solo attention."

Their loud groans and complaints fall on deaf ears, the closing of your door cutting off a complaint from Jeongin about favouritism.

Seungmin is quiet as you get ready for bed, hesitating before climbing into your arms once you've settled yourself into a comfortable position.

"What's wrong, Minnie?" Your voice is quiet and soothing, an arm wrapping around his back as your free hand comes up to play with the hair that lays messy against the back of his neck.

Your tender touches lull him into a comfortable sense of safety, his face hiding in your neck as he speaks.

"Scared it's gonna happen again." The words tickle your skin and you can't help but smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"It's okay puppy. Don't think about it."

He falls asleep quickly with you wrapped around him and you're not far behind, gripping him tightly to you as you give in to your impending dreams.

It's right around 2am, as expected, when you hear soft whines, his hot breath meeting your skin from where his head has remained tucked beneath your chin. He'd never been vocal during these moments and you found it almost endearing.

You don't wake him at first, happy to listen to the sweet and airy sounds he lets out as his dream seems to progress. Its not until you feel the first push of his hard length against the thigh you currently had laying between his legs that you finally call his name, your hand stroking his cheek as he wakes wide eyed and confused.

"Shhhh puppy. You're okay." He's clearly embarrassed and you can feel a few tears hit your neck but hes quickly betrayed by his hips jolting forward again.

He lets out a more audible gasp when your hand moves down to his hip, the feeling of your thigh pressing harder against his length as you encourage him being unbearably overwhelming for the half asleep boy.

"It's okay, Min. You can do whatever you need to make yourself feel better, baby."

It feels so good when the fabric of his pants drags against his painfully hard cock as he ruts against you with no rhythm, moving his face down to your breast in an attempt to soothe his racing mind.

You're quick to pull your shirt up, blessing him with the sound of your own moans when his mouth closes around your nipple, his wet tongue flicking at the bud as the movement of his hips speeds up.

He doesn't want to finish and he's scared of this experience ending so quickly, but he's already too far gone when you wrap your fingers around his shaft through his pants, letting him fuck your hand until he's coming harder than he ever has before, his choked whines doing nothing to quell the tension deep in your stomach.

His lips don't move from where they're sucking tiny marks over your chest and you stroke him through his high, cooing lovingly as he stares up at you.

He's fallen asleep before you can get him cleaned up, the complaints of his ruined sweat pants in the morning being met with your playful teases.

"It's your own fault, Minnie." You sing out to him as you make your way to the bathroom to shower, briefly meeting the gaze of the other two boys who had woken up not long before you.

You can easily hear them bickering at each other, clearly hearing Seungmin being interrogated as you turn the water on.

They'd all get their time, but they were going to have to earn it.

#seungmin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #felix smut #i.n smut #jeongin smut #thefantasyden

[such-expensive-mistakes]

Superpham AU (part 7)

Masterpost

A short one today, but I thought this section was funny (until it got sad again).

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It’s a quiet evening in the Lane-Kent household: Lois is trying to turn her notes into an article, Clark is going over Jon’s math homework, and Jon is watching a show Lois is only half-following.  It features lots of gunfire and explosions, though Lois’s— unfortunately extensive— experience with witnessing real violence makes the version on TV look cartoonish.  She suspects that is part of the show’s appeal.

Danny is paying about as much attention to the TV as Lois is, engrossed in something on his phone.  At least he’s in the same room as the rest of them, instead of sequestering himself away.

“Hey Lois?” Danny suddenly asks.

Lois looks up from her work.  “What’s up?”

“Did you know the internet thinks you’re Superman’s girlfriend?”

Lois knows that if she looks at Clark, he’ll be turning red, the way he always does whenever this particular subject comes up.  Lois herself is barely holding back a laugh.  Jon’s wrinkling his nose, looking thoroughly embarrassed by his parents.

“Well, I am,” she says, barely keeping herself composed.

“No, I mean—” Danny begins.

“You mean people say that I’m dating Superman and married to Clark?”  Lois glances at Clark, who is now hiding his face in his hands.  “Someone forgot to check for cameras after rescuing me a few years back, and we got caught kissing on film.  It was let people think Superman is a homewrecker or let them think I’m in a polyamorous relationship with my husband and his alter ego.”  

“That’s… really weird.”  Danny is giving her the kind of judgmental look only teenagers can give.  

Lois does laugh at that.  “It is, a bit.  But it helps protect Clark’s secret identity, so I don’t mind.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Clark finally says.  “There were other ways to handle that situation; she just thinks this is funny.”

“Even your parents think it’s funny,” Lois says.  Clark just sighs, faux-aggrieved.  

“It’s not even the weirdest thing on the internet about Superman,” Danny says.  “It’s just the weirdest thing everyone agrees is true.”

“Please do not tell me what else you’ve found,” Clark says.  

“You can tell me,” Lois says.  “We can just make Clark leave for a bit.”  Reading conspiracy theories about Superman is her guilty pleasure, though if anyone asks, she does it to keep tabs on anyone who might have a viable way of hurting him.  

Danny just laughs, and something in Lois’s chest seizes up.  Is this the first time she’s heard him laugh since he came back?  She thinks it might be.

She doesn’t want to call attention to it; like as not, that would just make him pull away again.  Instead she says, “Superman doesn’t even get the best conspiracy theories.  Those are all Batman.”  That’s because Bruce purposefully cultivates them, of course, but that’s not important.

“Which one is he, again?” Danny asks.  

It’s not that Lois ever forgets that Danny has spent most of his life in another dimension.  But little offhand comments like that… they really drive it home.  There are plenty of superheroes, even Justice League members, that most of the general public has never heard of— but Batman is not one of them.

She's saved from answering by Clark.

"You'll meet him eventually," Clark says.  "He's a good friend of mine.  And Jon and Kon are close to his two youngest sons, Robin and Red Robin."

Danny nods thoughtfully.  "Right.  I think Red Robin's in the group chat Kon added me to."

Lois reminds herself to thank Kon next time she sees him.  He and Danny seem to have connected, and Kon seems to have made it his personal mission to keep Danny from slipping too far into one of his funks again.

"Speaking of Kon," Clark begins.  "Ma and Pa want to know when we'll be able to make it to Smallville to visit."

They've been trying not to overwhelm Danny by introducing him to too many new people at once, but maybe that was the wrong choice.  Maybe they should be pushing him to get out more, to connect with this dimension.  Besides, Kon spends most of his time in Smallville, and they already know that he and Danny get along.

Lois re-evaluates the article she’s been working on.  Perry would probably appreciate it sooner rather than later, but if she turns in a smaller article this week, she can probably swing a weekend off.  If not, she can always work on it from Kansas.

“This weekend should work,” Lois says.  “If that’s alright with you, Danny.”

Danny looks a little surprised to be consulted.  “I— yeah, that works.  Not like I have anywhere else to be.”  He laughs a little, but the joke falls flat, and Lois resolves to double down on helping Danny connect with more people here in this dimension.

#superpham au #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic

[lazycats-stuff]

Would you write for batfam with young reader(gn )who hates hospitals and doctors but gets hurt badly so they have to be comforted

Sure, I have never written for a neutral reader before, so let me know if this is okay.

Warnings: Mentions of a car crash, (Y/N) freaking out.

Bruce didn't know when he started getting these gut feelings for his kids. The feeling simply comes and it makes him think, which one of his kids. He suspects it came when he brought Dick, but it didn't become so prominent until Jason came.

He must have awoken that feeling in Bruce that was dormant. And despite the many times it had helped him, he always dreaded it. That meant that something bad has happened to his children.

He remembers that happened on patrol once. He was in the middle of an interrogation, trying to get his information and it hit him. He put more pressure on the guy and quickly calling Alfred to try to calm himself and to make that feeling go away.

And it happened now. It hit him, out of the blue, out of nowhere. He froze, putting his cup of coffee down. Three of his five children were home, but (Y/N) and Jason weren't. (Y/N) wanted to be taken out to the park and Jason was more than happy to take the youngest out.

Oh no. He hopes nothing has happened to (Y/N). Jason was an adult and he could handle injuries, but if it's (Y/N)… They are too young too handle anything anything extreme. Okay, maybe he is overreacting... Maybe he is just imaging things...

But then again, it's been a while since they left. Jason didn't call... Oh shit. You know, he is just... Overthinking. Yeah...

He took his phone and called Jason. He tapped his fingers against the counter, simply waiting for him to pick up.

" Hey old man. " Jason said, so solemnly and so calmly, it made Bruce freeze.

" Jason, what's wrong? "

" We got into an accident. Some ass crashed into us. I meant to call you, I did- "

" Listen, it's okay. Are you in general? "

" Yeah, the same floor where Alfred had surgery. "

" Okay, we are getting there. How is (Y/N)? "

" I don't know, they are in surgery. They took most of the hit, Bruce- " Jason stopped and Bruce nearly broke down with him.

" Hey, we are on our way, okay? Relax, we will be there as soon as possible. "

" Okay... "

Bruce hanged up and ran upstairs and called Alfred.

" What's wrong master Bruce? " Alfred asked, worried.

" (Y/N) and Jason were in an accident. Get the boys and I will prepare the car. "

" Oh no, will do master Bruce. "

Bruce ran towards the garage, looking for the biggest car he could find. He heard the running footsteps and boys who ran inside, alongside Alfred.

" Everyone get in, they are in Gotham general, I will explain everything on the way. "

They ran to the children's floor. They saw Jason, pacing up and down the hallway. He didn't stop, not even when they reached him.

" How long have they been in surgery? " Dick asked.

" 3 hours now. My God, it's my fault. " Jason said, gripping his hair.

Bruce shook his head and removed Jason's hands from his hair and hugged him.

" It's not. I know you are a careful driver when it comes to (Y/N). I know you wouldn't let anything happen to them. So stop blaming yourself. "

Jason nodded into Bruce's chest. They separated once the doctor came out.

" You must be here for (Y/N) Wayne? "

" Yes. " Bruce said, clenching his fists.

" Well, they are stable at the moment and we are going to move them to the ICU. They are going to make full recovery mister Wayne. "

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

" Thank you doctor. "

(Y/N) opened their eyes with a lot of effort. It was painful and every single sound made it hurt even more. (Y/N) tried to move their limbs, but couldn't. They turned their head, finding their brothers and father all over the room, sleeping in the most weirdest positions possible. But that wasn't the thing that was on the child's mind. The child knew that they were in the hospital.

The eyes started watering and the cries began. Bruce was the first to wake up and quickly rush to his child.

" Hey, it's okay... Damian get the doctor! "

All of the boys woke up, Tim and Jason falling on the floor. Damian ran out of the room.

" I know you don't like hospital, but we needed to bring you here. You were injured and your body needed some help to heal. Are you thirsty? "

(Y/N) nodded and Bruce took a glass of water, putting the straw in, the bringing it to (Y/N). (Y/N) drank the entire glass. (Y/N) was truly thirsty.

" Okay, lets see how is our patient. Any pain, discomfort? " The doctor asked.

(Y/N) shook their head. The doctor nodded at the information and looked at the chart.

" That's good. If there is any pain, let me know and we will give some more painkillers. "

Bruce nodded and moved closer to his child, being careful not to jostle the injuries. He hugged the youngest, moving their head to lay on his chest.

" I know you don't like them, but sometimes we need some help. You know how Superman helps people? " Bruce asked his youngest, moving some of their hair away from their face. (Y/N) nodded, looking at Bruce with tired eyes.

" That's how doctors help us. They are nothing to be afraid of. " Bruce smiled leaning down to give his youngest a kiss on the head.

" So they are heroes? " (Y/N) asked, tilting their head.

" Yes, they help people, just like Superman. "

Bruce had to admit, it was painful to admit that Superman was (Y/N)'s favorite and not Batman. It hurt a lot.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked, curiosity and wonder in their eyes.

" Yes. "

(Y/N) had calmed down and the boys made their way over. They didn't want to overwhelm the poor boy. They settled on the bed, being careful because of the medical equipment.

Jason was the only one who was hesitant. Bruce made more space for him and nodded towards it. Jason came quietly, sitting down. Bruce gave him a side hug, putting his hand around his shoulders.

" They are okay. "

Jason nodded and smiled at (Y/N).

" They are okay. "

#batman x child!gender neurtal reader #bruce wayne x child! gender neutral reader #batfamily #dc comics #gender neutral reader

[vxiphoid]

JUBILANT ANTHEMS

❨ summary ❩ twst › dorms playing apples to apples together (ft. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, ignihyde)

tags ✧ no reader but we’ll just say they’re spectating, initials after dialogue so you know who’s talking, family bonding time lmao, they literally fight like siblings, cursing, crack, ooc (?)

amanuensis’ message ⊹ im PRAYING yall know how to play apples to apples bc i did not explain anything… (INSTRUCTIONS, skip if you already know) basically the judge would pick up a green card and pick a word. the other players (except the judge) use one of their red apple cards that is best suited for the word and place the card face down on the table. the judge shuffles the played cards and then picks one and whoever played the red card that the judge picked, gets the green card the judge picked. first to 5 wins! i confused myself trying to make this, goodnight💀

⌜ 1k ⌟

♫ heart racing - kanii, roivaz, & nimstarr

twst masterlist

HEARTSLABYUL

cater is the oldest, he starts first!

cater’s word choice: chewy.

CATER’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ if were being honest, he didn’t know what word to choose, so he went with the most weirdest one on his green card. you gotta keep it interesting somehow… had a good laugh from everyones expression when he chose his word though.

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TREY

best poker face, he’s always smiling. trey and ace almost slapped each others hands trying to place down their cards first. it was a silent duel between the two but for sure nothing is more superior than his card. he was sure to win, just two more points.

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RIDDLE

gave cater the most HARDEST side eye at his word choice and got a pure smile back. he had the perfect card for the other word on the green card that would’ve flawlessly given him a point but nooo cater had to pick chewy >:(. riddle has no cards to fit this description so he is petty!!!

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DEUCE

clueless. he knows what he’s doing to an extent but this word leaves him stumped, had to look at the synonyms on the green card more than once. otherwise, clueless. it seems like riddle is a little irritated by his cards so deuce is happy he’s not the only one struggling. he is the last to place down his card after his long, thorough decision making.

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ACE

THE FIRST TO SLAP DOWN A CARD, YOU COULD HEAR THE CLAP ECHO. like he’s been waiting for this since 1985 or something, he’s giddy with excitement. with his whole being, he knows this point is his. what do you think of that TREY?

cater has shuffled the red cards, who got the point?!

CATER’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “oxygen, mold… ew. vampires??? who the hell picked toes??? you win💀”

it was deuce’s card. he politely took it and placed it in his score deck, determined for the next round. see, cater went with the most funniest since none of these went with the topic at all, but he never expected deuce to be the one to put it down. trey or ace maybe but never deuce😭. deuce received owlish stares for a few moments, trey wasn’t even smiling anymore😦. it wouldn’t have bothered them if it wasn’t for the fact that deuce had been racking up points for the last SEVEN ROUNDS. the others had their points but just how many did deuce have…

“deuce, do you chew toes? •_•꧞” — a.t

“no? that was the only card that was the best one, unless you wanted me to put down keanu reeves..” — d.s

“john wick?” — c.d

“just how many green cards do you have, deuce?” — t.c

“seven.” — d.s

“you’re kidding. deuce had already won TWO rounds ago????>:[“ — r.r

everyone was so caught up in their own little rivalry, no one noticed that deuce had already earned over 5 points😭

“why didn’t you say anything man?!” — a.t

“i’ve never played before, i didn’t know the limit was five!” — d.s

“you’ve never played!?” — c.d

“damn, we’ve been beaten by an amateur..” — t.c

“quiet, all of you!” — r.r

SAVANACLAW + IGNIHYDE

ortho’s the youngest, he’s up!

ortho’s word choice: inspirational.

ORTHO’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ only chose this because the other word was ugly and ruggie would most likely make a mean comment. ortho’s also glad it was his turn and nobody else got the card, it would’ve started chaos. honestly, jack looks like he might combust, its concerning… half of the answers weren’t sticking to the topic but he can admit, they were actually really funny

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LEONA

you kidding? half of the time he barely knows what happening just like he’s half asleep. ruggie has to keep reminding his ass to pick up cards. however, the only thing keeping him partly awake is idia’s little remarks every time ortho picks leona’s card over idia’s. fiery bastard.

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IDIA

stupid leona and his stupid smart cards. he bet thawmarks on who wins this match; if ortho or himself win, 3000 tm for idia. if jack or ruggie win that’s 3000 tm for leona. hell, he even found himself slightly warming the corners of his red cards so ortho knows who’s it is. this point is idia’s.

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RUGGIE

more laid back about the game lowk, he helps jack from time to time, basically the baby sitter. also has to watch his potty mouth or idia will be on his ass😞 even then, he’s still in the lead with four exquisite points. one more point and he can cash out on sunflower seeds from ortho, yippee🥳

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JACK

the most focused yet most expressive (its his ears & tail). his tail wags subtly when he gains a point and his ears deflate slightly when he doesn’t KRKSKNKS :( every card he puts down are with confidence! jack only hopes that he’s playing his cards right. he’s not getting anything for winning but hey, new memories with friends are good. even if your teammates are at each other’s throats…

ortho’s shuffled the red cards, the point winner is…

ORTHO’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “teachers, viral videos, getting a hug aw…… i don’t even know how to say that—“

ortho turns the red card towards jack for help, jack’s ears pinning back moderately as he read. “guacamole??” “oh” he’s trying his best :[. idia jabbed ruggie with his elbow for snorting which had him wheezing instead. maybe it was a little machine glitch but ortho genuinely didn’t know how to pronounce the word, he did giggle a bit at his own mistake.

“i was gonna say gudetama…” — o.s

“you were close, ortho…” — i.s

“i mean, its a start. gwaa - kuh - mow - lee” — j.h

“gwaa kuh mow lee… guacamole!” — o.s

“teacher jack!” — r.b

“how pure.” — l.k

ortho looked over the cards again with creases between his brows. “who put down teachers? i pick you!” “thaaaank you,” leona plucks the green card from ortho and places it in his deck, a small grin as he pushes it forward. “and that’s game.”

“YOU put down teachers?!” — i.s

“i did.” — l.k

“good game!” — j.h

“that was fun!! :D” — o.s

“damn it, if only ortho knew what guacamole was!” — r.b

“seems like he needs an update.” — l.k

“shut your mouth.” — i.s

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twst wonderland #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #duece spade #cater diamond #ruggie bucchi #idia shroud #ortho shroud #jack howl #riddle x reader #trey clover x reader #deuce x reader #ace trapolla x reader #cater x reader #jack howl x reader #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #idia x reader

[hee0soo]

Sick

Summary: The maknae is sick and Heeyoung stays with him!

TW: vomiting

December 2018

Doing a headcount whenever she was near her members was a habit at this point. It went so far that she did them 2 or 3 times in a row! Even when none of them moved away from the group!

And when Heeyoung entered the kitchen at 6:30 one morning and only counted 7 members instead of 8, she grew worried.

Noticing her confused and anxious face, Seonghwa smiled softly at her.

“Jongho has a migraine. He´s going to stay back and rest today!”

“Who´s staying with him?” Heeyoung asked incredulously when she noticed that everyone was dressed to leave the dorm today.

Hongjoong lifted an eyebrow at the question. The manager told him that it was fine if the youngest stayed back but he also told him that the rest were still to appear in the studio today!

“All of us are going Hee-ah!”

The oldest could see the gears in her head turning. He knew that the Matz maknae was not okay with what she heard just be looking at her.

Seonghwa noticed her hand twitching. Heeyoung always did that when she wanted to say something but didn´t know how to formulate it!

“What´s wrong aegi?”

Heeyoung was silent for a moment, trying to sort through all the things running through her mind.

“I- I don´t think leaving him here is a good idea. Alone I mean! Migraines are often accompanied by nausea, vomiting and extreme sensitivity to light or sound! It´s not okay to leave him behind!”

Yunho, Yeosang, San and Wooyoung had to stifle their laugh at seeing the oldest and leader flabbergasted faces! There was a reason why the fans had started calling her Wikipedia early on. Always spewing facts and knowledge about the most random things to the members at the weirdest times!

In this case, her knowledge came in handy as none of them felt good at the prospect of leaving the maknae in this state.

Yunho also saw the twitching and knew that his friend wasn´t going to let this go until Hongjoong admitted defeat and let someone stay behind!

“Maybe Noona could stay here and we could tell the manager that she also came down with something! The management wouldn´t question it and someone could take care of the youngest.”

Heeyoung pointed at the tallest member to prove a point.

“Aigoooo, fine we can do that BUT I want an hourly update on how he´s doing!”

Hongjoong sighed.

The boys were leaving soon after and the girl decided to busy herself around the dorm.

Heeyoung prepared several bottles of water, searched for some Tylenol that she swore was somewhere in the bathroom and did her laundry while watching TV, waiting for the youngest the wake up!

Jongho was still in bed, not having emerged from his room even once, not even to use the bathroom! The girl checked in on him every so often but the boy didn´t show any sign of consciousness so far. Only the furrowing of his face showed what he was going through!

She also kept her promise to give an hourly update on the group chat but not being able to say much since there wasn´t much change to his resting form.

It was already 3:27 p.m when the door finally opened to reveal the disheveled figure of Jongho. He squinted his eyes as the brightness of the dorm started to hurt his brain and the quiet murmur of the TV made a buzzing sound in his ears!

Heeyoung had reacted instantly the second she heard the door opening, already on her way to close the blinds and turn down the volume of her show even more.

Jongho hadn´t even realized that a member had stayed back, expecting to be alone in the dorm!

His voice was rough and scratchy when he managed to force out some questioning words.

“N´nna?" Wh´t are yu doin h´re?”

The girl had to listen really close to his mumbling but managed to decipher what he was saying after a moment.

“”Didn´t want to leave you here in case you needed something. How are you feeling little bear?”

Jongho slowly came over to slip his arms around the girl’s middle, hiding his face in her neck! Not even protesting at the nick name she had give him in their trainee days!

Surprised at the sudden skin ship, Heeyoung stiffened a bit before wrapping her hands around the taller boy.

The fact that he willingly came to her for a hug told her a lot about the state his was in.

She stirred him toward the couch, sat down and pulled him into her side. Jongho followed without hesitation and laid his head down on her chest. His arms were still wrapped around her tightly!

“Feel nauseous!”

The girl reached for her own glass of water that was placed on the living room table and made sure the younger drank as much as he could before picking up the meds she had placed near her.

“Let me get you something light from the kitchen so you can take one of those okay?”

Sensing that his Noona wanted to get up, the boys grip on her tightened!

“Not h´ngry!”

“I figured but it could help! It’ll be just a second and then I’m back with you!”

Jongho grumbled but ultimately let her go.

Heeyoung quickly went to get a bare slice of toast, figuring that his stomach made not be able to handle anything else.

Jongho flinched when he heard the toaster going off, signaling that it was done and like the girl promised, she came back right after.

They went back to their position from a few minutes ago, only now with Jongho nomming on his toast. He had finished half of it when he could feel his stomach started to churn!

Jumping up without so much as a warning, Jongho bolted for the bathroom. The 00-liner barley reached the toilet as he started retching.

It sounded awful to Heeyoung and her heart squeezed painfully at seeing the boy hunched over the toilet seat. The whimpers he let out tugged at her heart strings.

“N`nnaaa…”

“Shhhh my bear! I´m right here!”

She came up behind him, soothingly ran one hand over his back to give him a sense of calmness and sat down with him.

Only when he stopped making these horrible sounds, did she get up to get some toilet paper. She only intended to wipe his mouth and maybe make him blow his nose but the movement send next to him send Jongho into slight state of panic!

His head wipe around way to fast, sending him into another series of vomiting!

“It´s okay, just let it out! I was only going to get some toilet paper from the counter! I wasn´t going to leave…”

The two members sat there in silence for a while before the girl started to clean up a bit and slowly moved them back to the living room. Heeyoung more dragging the younger than anything else! Before handing him a water bottle and the medication she had found.

In the meanwhile the Group chat started blowing up her phone. She had missed the hourly message as they had spent quite some time in the bathroom!

23 messages in the chat, 6 missed calls from Hongjoong, 3 missed calls from Seonghwa and even Yunho had called twice!

Would you all calm down?! Jongho woke up but we spend some time in the bathroom and my phone was in the living room! Send 4:37 p.m by HeHe💕

Why were you in the bathroom???? 0_0 send 4:39 p.m by San Everest🏔

Are you sure you want to know that San-ah? Send 4:39 p.m by HeHe💕

Ewww… send 4:42 p.m by Menace😈

How is he? Send 4:43 p.m by Eomma🤍

He´s nauseous and threw up a few time since waking up but has calmed down now. Back on the couch with a clingy bear by my side… send 4:44 p.m by HeHe💕

You know he´s going to kill you when he reads this right?  Send 4:44 pm by YoYo🪀

No killing pls! We´re gonna be back at the dorm in about an hour. Manager told us to take care of the “Sick members”! Send 4:51 p.m by captain🏴‍☠️🦜

👍👍👍 send 4:56 p.m by HeHe💕

Jongho had laid down with his head on her lap, his face hidden in her tummy to shut out the light reaching his eyes!

“How are you feeling?”  Heeyoung asked, caressing his head.

“Bit b´tter! Meds are mak´ng it easier already!” he mumble, already falling asleep again, worn out by what happened earlier!

The soft hand of his Noona slowly lulling him back to dream land again!

Heeyoung herself could feel the tiredness caving in on her.

About 45 minutes later the members found them cuddled together on the couch.

Let´s just say that a lot of blackmail material was created that evening!

Taglist: @andjeoidjavo @sunghoonieee @stopeatread @neohyxn

#ateez #ateez 9th member #9th member of ateez #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #ateez addition #ateez added member #ateez female member #ateez female addition

[licncourt]

I just found out that Lestat tongue kissed his mother, Gabrielle. I really like reading about complicated parent child dynamics, and I really want to read the Vampire Lestat to learn more about Lestat and Gabrielle's relationship, but the kissing thing is making me feel weird. I know it's not even the weirdest thing in the books (Marius is vile from what I hear). Still, what are Lestat and his mother like? Are there weird incest vibes in their relationship? Is there complexity?

You've talked about the incestous relationship between Louis and Claudia in IWTV but I was wondering what your thoughts are on the relationship between Lestat and Gabrielle in TVL?

I completely agree, the complicated parent-child dynamics are some of the best parts of VC. Lestat and Gabrielle are a really fascinating pair for sure, even outside of the weird shit.

Fortunately the incesty vibes are mainly confined to TVL. The popular assumption is that it was a way of demonstrating how vampire love was "different" and downplay the gayness of the books (maybe for publishers). Some of the pedophilia seems to fall into that category too for sure. The kiss is...very weird, but it doesn't go any farther which is a relief.

After that, it's more that Lestat's descriptions of Gabrielle are very strange for mother and son. He mentions her attractiveness more than once and even says they're "like lovers" (this is a common way for vampires to refer to pretty much anyone no matter how weird it is, it's not just Lestat and Gabs). He also begins to call her Gabrielle rather than mother, though he acknowledges several times that they're mother and son.

Some people have suggested that this can be attributed to their fraught and now reestablished relationship, neither of them sure how to relate to each other and Lestat desperate for his mother's love and approval, something he didn't get much of as her son. I do like this reading and tend to go along with it, but I think it can realistically be chalked up to Anne Rice bullshittery. What's more interesting is really everything else.

Gabrielle is from a wealthy Italian family, married off young to Lestat's father, the Marquis, impoverished petty nobility in the mountains of Auvergne. She's highly educated and very independent, someone who never wanted to be a wife or mother but was forced into it. She had seven children with Lestat's father, only three surviving to adulthood.

By the time Lestat (the youngest) comes around, Gabrielle has detached emotionally from her abusive husband and her children, becoming very distant, quiet, and cold, escaping the reality of unwanted motherhood and her abusive marriage in books and brutal practicality.

This behavior seems to be hurtful to Lestat from a very young age, and he describes how little Gabrielle spoke to him or spent time with him, largely leaving him to his father's whims and never bothering to pass along her ability to read and write. He clearly loves her (and she him in her own way), but she never allows them to have a close relationship. She certainly isn't maternal and Lestat is very emotional and vulnerable and needs that.

The subtle resentment is mutual, but they do care deeply for each other. Gabrielle encourages Lestat to leave home with his boyfriend and escape to Paris, giving him the last of her jewels to pay for it, the only way she's really able to express her love.

When Lestat leaves, Gabrielle has consumption and it's only a matter of time before she passes from the disease. When she's on the brink of death, they reunite in Paris after Lestat has been turned, and in an act of desperation he offers to turn her as well, which she accepts.

This is when their relationship get really interesting in my opinion, especially on Gabrielle's end. She's now totally free not just from illness but also from systemic misogyny and the obligations of womanhood in the 18th century. She can do what she always wanted to do, dress how she likes, go on adventures, read and conduct research, spend her time alone and on her own terms. Except here's Lestat, her son who she loves and who needs way more from her than she has it in her to give, especially now.

It's obvious right from the beginning that Lestat would be perfectly happy to spend eternity with his mother, looking for answers about vampirism, seeing the world, being everything to each other. That doesn't really change over time, it's Gabrielle who has to decide what to do, whether her love for her son is enough to keep her trapped in the maternal role she never wanted and finally has the chance to be free from.

For a while she stays by his side. Their relationship is much better than before now that Gabrielle has so much more autonomy. She chops her hair off (or tries to, but it grows back), dresses in men's clothes, hunts and relishes her new power, and that obviously makes it easier for her to spend time with her son. Unfortunately for Lestat, what he wants and what she wants start to diverge and they enter back into that growing resentment and discomfort even though they're closer than before.

Gabrielle is a wanderer and a lone wolf. She has dreams of traversing the wilderness all around the world, sleeping underground and living like Indiana Jones in the Egyptian deserts and Amazon jungle, something she never thought would be possible but finally is. Lestat isn't "rugged". He wants to see the cities, to find the ancient ones and learn about vampirism and live large, and most of all, finally be close with his mother.

This creates a lot of tension between them. Gabrielle feels guilty for wanting her freedom at the expense of her son, and Lestat is feeling unwanted and not good enough all over again. He's collapsing under the knowledge that he's still a ball and chain for his mother (especially on the heels of his catastrophic breakup with Nicolas where he was so brutally rejected).

Their dynamic is so fascinating because it brings up some really painful and sensitive emotions and situations. What is it like for a mother who never wanted to be one but can't help loving her child? What is it like to be the child who never asked to be born but is so painfully aware that they're a burden on their parent? Who owes what to whom? It's such a poignant story about a woman trying to find herself outside of motherhood and being forced to decide between her identity, freedom, and happiness and her child's needs.

I'm sure a lot of people can relate to that, but also to Lestat here. This isn't his fault, but he's being "punished" for it. He, like every other child, deserved love and care that he never got and he's hurting. At the same time, he's an adult now and doesn't know what he's entitled to from his mother and what right he has to want her to make up for the past now that she has a chance.

It's such a painful situation because neither of them is the villain here. Gabrielle isn't a selfish bitch, she's an abused woman who finally has the chance to be free. Lestat isn't a spoiled brat, he's a neglected child desperate for love from his mother.

Anne Rice never really explored their dynamic in-depth after TVL, but it's so rich still. There are so many implications for Lestat as a character from why he behaves the way he does in romantic relationships to how this trauma ends up passed through him to Claudia. There's so much there just in one book and it's probably one of the best parts.

#answered #vc #meta #lestat de lioncourt

[theg-unit]

So I’m chronically obsessed with COD MW now. Here’s some head cannons and plot bunnies ya filthy animals. (Also I’m combining the originals with the new plots somewhat so get over that quickly)

-soap, gaz and roach are the younger of the 141. They exploit this youngest sibling favouritism by getting away with being chaotic shit disturbers.

-ghost is not as old as everyone originally thought. Like he’s older then the youngest three but by less then 7 years.

-alternatively ghost is the youngest by like 6 months or something. This makes his life even more tragic somehow

-ghost is a total cryptid. And sure the weird stealth scary vibes sure. But also a meme cryptid. Like he’s always in the weirdest places doing the most random chaotic shit. And it’s always to quietly fuck with everyone else.

-once gaz called lazwell mum. Roach has accidentally called price dad (and mum)

-soap got his nickname because he was trying to come up with improvised explosive devices and learned (very loudly) that soap can explode in a microwave. There was no microwave for 8 months. He hasn’t been allowed near another one

-Though soap is technically demolitions and had an accident with the microwave ghost is the one who is a total pyromaniac. The man sets everything he can on fire. Turns out he knows how to make anything light up.

-now for some sad head cannons

-Price definitely had a son who died in combat. He took up 141 to deal with the grief. 

-Lasswell and her wife have definitely almost gotten divorced before. They owe a great deal to their marriage counsellor.

- Gaz is definitely the middle child of way too many siblings.  The house is way too full and he joined the forces to get out. (And maybe be recognised instead of neglected)

- soap was a ginger growing up. (Jk)

- Soap keeps his hair is short as possible even if it’s in that ugly ass mohawk because of a really bad hazing accident when he first joined Bootcamp. he never told anyone about what happened though he suspects price knows.

-it’s hard to make ghost story sadder than it actually is so we’ll go with some made up stuff closer to “cannon”

-their first Halloween together, the 141 decided to prank ghost by putting a skeleton in bed with him. He flipped the fuck out and didn’t talk to anyone for a month, price made them scrub the showers with toothbrushes.  he also has a massive fear of bugs, especially maggots.

-back to funny things-

-after falling out of the helicopter gaz took circus lessons in silks, so that if it happened again, he could climb his way up 

-ghosts mask gets regularly replaced with a pink glitter. Hello Kitty version he doesn’t know who’s doing it, but he will find them. (It’s price. )

-soap, and ghost have slapping fights regularly.

-Ghost likes to lay tripwires in inconvenient spots, especially for visiting brass. He also was once spotted on the roof of the building opposite the mess hole, angling mirrors specifically to hit price in the face with the sun after a night out.

- soap can lift almost twice his body weight, and he is almost over a foot shorter than Ghost

-ghost is huge. Like genuinely massive. He is almost 6 foot seven, and had an almost constant bruise on his forehead when he first reached the height. He has to duck through all the doorways on base and turn so he doesn’t smack his shoulders. Despite all this, he is scarily, graceful and quiet. It’s like turning around and seeing a tree has suddenly grown behind you. except the tree is strapped.

-that one video from Pirates of the Caribbean where Elizabeth pulls all the weapons out of absolutely nowhere is ghost when he’s told to disarm. No matter how big he is one person should not be able to hide that many weapons on them.

This turned into more of a Ghost  head canon post, but that’s okay. I am genuinely so obsessed I might actually regularly post this time.

Adios.





#cod mwii #cod mw22 #ghost call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #captain price

[lambden]

Hey, what do you say about Coën/Lambert, arranged marriage AU? Thanks, Ledgea!

well this is certainly not three sentences and is in fact 900 words. the idea GRIPPED me i love u i’m sorry i never adhere to any writing challenge properly

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The steel head of Lambert’s axe buries itself in the old wood of the training structure. Lambert wishes his blow would have brought the whole damn thing tumbling down the mountain. Maybe then Vesemir would be angry enough with him to call off today’s proceedings, and Lambert would have another night to plan his getaway.

Not that he particularly wants to get away from here— that’s the problem. All these years spent growing to trust a group of people the way he thought he never would, and now he’s to be given away like a prized sire. He would turn and run if he didn’t know for a fact that it would break his brothers’ hearts, and Vesemir’s too. So he resigns himself to chopping wood that definitely isn’t meant to be chopped, and angrily shouting all the while.

“You haven’t changed,” says a gentle, nervous voice; Lambert looks over expecting to see someone much younger. It is, sure enough, a familiar face— but the face and body have changed so much. He remembers playing knights with a young kid who bore that same soft timbre, a kid from a faraway land who only visited a few times before blinking out of Lambert’s life forever. However, that kid had cemented himself in Lambert’s memories and not only by being a big softy; Lambert remembers especially enjoying their time together as Coën knew all the weirdest, scariest details about monsters.

Coën. That had been his name, right? Lambert takes in his changed appearance. His chin and cheek are marred by scars, the remnants of some past skin condition, and his frame is slender but strong. He’s not as wide as Lambert but he’s got some muscle. He looks every part the knight that they used to imagine he was, from the chain mail to the weathered boots.

“Coën,” Lambert says, stumbling towards him before he can think any better of the impulse, pulling him into a hug. The other man stalls for a second before reciprocating the embrace, and Lambert is delighted to find out he was right about those muscles. Not that he’ll ever be able to act on this knowledge, he remembers with no small amount of bitterness. “You here to rescue me?”

“Rescue you?” Coën makes a show of glancing around the empty training grounds; that’s right, he had been a smarmy little know-it-all, Lambert forgot! Lambert always had a thing for smugness; must be why he liked the kid. “You don’t seem particularly endangered.”

“And yet,” he laughs coldly. “My days as a free man are numbered. I’m to be married off to a Griffin at sunset.” The hand-embroidered beast on Coën’s chest suddenly stands out, and Lambert realizes aloud: “Suppose that’s why you’re here. You part of the delegation?”

“I’m part of the sacrificial offering,” Coën corrects him. “I’m to be married to the youngest Wolf at sunset, so I fear we’re in the same boat, my old friend.”

Lambert’s stomach does a sort of flip, and he inhales sharply. “Fuck. The very same, then.” Coën frowns, his brows growing close together, and Lambert quickly clarifies, “I’m the youngest Wolf.”

“Fuck,” echoes Coën. On his lips, it sounds softer than it ever has coming from Lambert. Lambert can’t stop staring now that he knows the truth— he had imagined some young asshole Griffin that would take great pride in making Lambert his groom without any care for him. But Coën is one of the most caring people Lambert has ever known. He forces himself to rethink the situation as the confused man stammers, “How could you be the youngest? You’re— you don’t look young at all! I mean, not— you’ve certainly grown—“

“As have you,” Lambert grins rudely. “I must admit, Keldar’s description was beyond vague. Had I known that you were my betrothed—“

“What, you wouldn’t be fighting with a pillar at the top of a cold mountain?” Coën laughs, happy and surprised. Lambert just watches him, struggling to keep from smiling too widely and scaring him off. “Yeah, well, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have bitched so much on the way up here.”

“Right.” A very terrible idea rises to the top of Lambert’s mind, and as he is so often prone to do, he immediately seizes onto the notion and sets his heart on making it happen. “You know what? I think I know how we can really piss off both Vesemir and Keldar, and get out of this stupid arrangement. Did you ride on horseback up here?”

-

“Leave it to Lambert to ruin his own arranged marriage by fucking eloping,” Eskel marvels. The keep has never been busier what with the extra wedding guests and everyone running around looking for the two grooms, but Lambert’s brothers know better than to try to seek him out. The only way to find Lambert once he’s gone into hiding is to wait it out— that, or offer a really high cash reward so he can turn himself in. And they just lost a very prosperous deal, so they don’t exactly have the funds for that.

Geralt just takes a long drink from Lambert’s ceremonial wedding wine in response.

Up at the head table, where the young Wolf and Griffin would have exchanged their vows, Vesemir and Keldar instead exchange an amused— and triumphant— look. The plan went better than they could have imagined.

#originally this was only the last three paragraphs but i . i had to #lambcoen fic #lambcoen #lambert #coën #ledgea #asks #drabble meme #my writing

[healbellls]

// It has been well over 6 years now, and I suddenly remembered that the weirdest time I got vagued at was over... Having Morty's Pokemon refer to him as master, in a time when I hadn't had the chance to explain that reason. Or maybe I did and that person, very likely missed it. But it still is something I look back on, because it obviously affects my muses portrayals:

While most of my muses strive to raise and have an ideal relationship, with their pokemon. That's not always possible with all of them, due to a number of factors.

Morty's ghost type pokemon refer to him as a master, with heavy irony. While most of his pokemon respect him and recognize his leadership, some of his pokemon also view him as "one of them" in a way. Morty may be a gym leader, but his training methods have been questionable many times, especially when he was a younger trainer.

Drake's case is very simple. We are talking about a simpleton, who trained and raised dragons, through his ignorance and willpower. At most, Drake sparsely received some help from a tribe of draconids, in meteor falls. The rest, he had to figure everything out. And considering how the League didn't have a strong presence way back in his golden age, Drake managed to get away with arguably the worst way to raise his pokemon. His entire team despise him, but still take orders from him.

Juan also isn't as squeaky clean as one may imagine, and during his rise to fame he went far and beyond to ensure his success. After all, he had to, he either had to become a top coordinator or return to his family as a stain to his family's name. His pokemon adore him, very much so. But, it is hard to see it like that, when knowing that Juan put them through some kind of forced early evolution process. The one who was the most affected by it was his Kingdra, his signature pokemon and main co-star. He had no ties to the pokemon League, and the world of pokemon coordination allowed them to get away with these things.

Brendan and Barry are the youngest muses, they started their journeys when the League was well-established. They both attended their respective trainer schools, and learned many more things through their parents (fathers), who were trainers themselves. They didn't go into the whole training stick completely blind, like the aforementioned ones. They are following the training methods established by many years of research, from professors and others on the field.

Rowan isn't a trainer. His job is literally meant to help raise captured pokemon, and spread awareness. In order to combat training methods, deemed unethical by modern standards. It is important to highlight how the views of pokemon from humans perspective, went through many changes over the centuries. Even now that we have PLA, I feel like some end up missing on that memo.

#▸ gym leader morty : headcanon ◂ #▸ rival barry : headcanon ◂ #▸ e4 member drake : headcanon ◂ #▸ gym leader juan : headcanon ◂ #▸ professor rowan : headcanon ◂ #▸ trainer brendan : headcanon ◂ #long post #ooc /

[running-in-the-dark]

😬 my mother had a bunch of old video cassettes with home videos from the 90s in her basement, so we asked my father-in-law to digitise them for us (he does that type of thing all the time anyway)

I've had the hard drive he gave me with all of the files for months but I've been too scared to look at them

I just watched a couple of them annnnd oh fuck it's all so weird

I'm 6 and a half in the ones I'm watching right now and I have no memory at all of my life ever being like that. I don't remember the way our house looked, any of the furniture, what my parents or brothers looked like back then, just none of it.

the weirdest part is seeing my grandma 😭 she died when I was 12, I haven't heard her voice since then and I've only seen maybe a handful of photos. I have no visual imagination/memory and can barely imagine sound so it's honestly like hearing and seeing her for the first time 😭 I didn't recognise her voice at all, and her face is so different too 😭 she even had an accent that I didn't remember at all

it's also pretty weird because I've gone through one and a half hours of footage already, and I only just showed up for the first time, and haven't said a word so far (and no one has said anything to me either). I just look terrified?? I don't look comfortable at all. my brothers are running around and playing and being loud. I'm just sitting there quietly.

and of course there's birth videos just in the middle of all the other normal ones. thank you for that, mother. I had already seen those (she made me watch them when I was little), so, but I'd still rather not see that.

oh wow I just said something for the first time, my voice was super weird (and incredibly quiet). and I still just look really scared. every time I say something someone interrupts me and I stop talking 😭

damn I really shouldn't watch these (but now I kinda need to). though.. it's pretty interesting that I've always been told I was very bossy and rough and all of that when I was little (at least at home. I wouldn't talk anywhere else). but I don't know... from what I've seen so far, it's just that I eventually got angry when no one paid any attention to me. my brother got to do everything he wanted and when I asked to do something no one listened, so then I got a bit loud and upset. apparently that's what they meant. when my brother acted the exact same way they reacted like it was adorable... he's loud the entire time and they laugh about it, then I try to say something and they tell me to stop being so loud. nice.

also it's pretty weird that I spent a lot of time worrying about things (and my baby brother) being or getting dirty. it's really weird that no one ever thought that was maybe not great (like, I was really upset about it. soo I could have gotten help with that like 25 years ago but nope it's totally fine I guess 🙃).

oh wow apparently they recorded over footage of me and my brother. I was wondering why there was nothing before my youngest brother was born. cool, that's nice, who cares about those boring old kids when there's a new one 🤷 (I'm partly joking, but it does kind of suck that apparently there's only two minutes of footage of me before I was 6... and literal hours of my baby brother 🙃)

(also babies are gross, I'm sorry, I do not like them)

#personal #I'm weird about so many things. #I don't like seeing that.

[penname-artist]

It took me scrolling through the dusty crophopper tag to realise your icon had changed!? I kinda did a double take and went "is that pen? Oh they changed their icon ohhh!" It looks great tho I like it:)

Anyway I was wondering if you had any headcanons for blades childhood? Does he have any siblings and such? Or just some general headcanons for dustys time with the ppaa? (I slowly feel like I'm going to start scratching at the walls in desperation for some planes content I love it sm)

I did, yes!! Hopefully it's a good combination of familiar and new, I wanted the background to stay the same XP (we don't talk about how it's asymmetrical but I'll fix that eventually lol)

And yesss, I have headcanons aplenty for the both of them ;P

Blade's the oldest child of four kids, all a couple of years apart (damned staircase children). Needless to say the house was always pretty loud, which might have been part of the reason Blake (aka Blade) had frequent migraines as a child. He was easily the most sensible and mature of the four, though April (the second youngest) was pretty similar, if a bit bossy.

Oldest to youngest of the Ranger children, there's Blake Aaron (jr), Caleb Marshall, April Beverly, and Sydney Robin. [note that that's first and middle names, yes I gave them all full ass fuckin' names lol]

Blake was always a quiet kid, and he liked to spend time alone outside. He'd catch weird bugs, collect cool objects like rocks and things, and build shit with whatever existed in the shed. Despite the nice suburbs, the kids were still, well, kids. And 50s-60s kids, to boot. They built some of the best and weirdest fortresses known to man.

He was also an avid reader, and frequented the local library for the latest copy of his favorite novels. And, because he enjoyed the attention of the kindly librarians there, who appreciated that he helped them out during the afternoons and was all around really mature for his age

He went to a relatively high-end school growing up, given the family was pretty upper-class, but even with that perk, his school years were pretty shit. He was a theater kid, and a bit of an emo (though he didn't have the balls to be a rebel) and spent the majority of his time avoiding people and being a straight-A student. That's not to say he didn't have friends, he just wasn't really a "people person". Never was, never will be lol

Had an absolute shit relationship with his father, though. He had few too many verbal fights with Blake sr, and after tearing out of the house headed for LA, Caleb (the second oldest) became the son he never had. It should figure he favored the children that followed his stead and went into the military.

Diana (le mother) wasn't too much better, although she was more sympathetic. She was just kind of an overbearing hawk parent to Blake, mainly stemming from the years of his migraines. But she didn't exactly approve of his antics either; she just wanted him to come to his senses, rather than beat them out of him.

Onwards to the Dusty bit here, I have a few fun stories of his time around with the Piston Peak team...

He may or may not have kinda sorta maybe gotten his ass whooped by the team this one time, because while helping Blade and Maru move an engine, he kinda bumped a heavy thing which fell...on Blade's foot. And he was down for a few weeks with a cast. yeah Dusty spent a night outside duct-taped to a light pole--

He earned honorable rights to the kitchen in his first week with them, after sharing some old family recipes the team started hounding him to make every time he was there. He's even got his own apron (with his seven on it, made by Dipper as a late birthday gift)

He's also joined Cabbie and Windlifter on the side during their gym sessions. He doesn't have the strength to go up against either one, but like Blade, he gets a kick out of watching them compete, and enjoys furthering his own muscle strength in the process.

He has attempted to learn chess before with Blade and Wind, but he still doesn't quite get it, so he often joins Maru or Cabbie in checkers instead (a game he's more familiar with and can kick ass at)

#disney planes 2 #disneyplanes #disney planes #planes fire and rescue #piston peak #blade ranger #dusty crophopper #ppaa

[boypussydilf]

If no one's done it for the ask meme yet, can I get a Sumitaba please?

HEH. GORLS. when i saw this ask before i went to sleep i had almost no thoughts on them but then i thought about them. and had thoughts. and then i slept so lets see if i remember the thoughts. automatically going under a readmore bc its abt p5 so i will probably talk for paragraphs

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

i dont think theres much to it besides. futaba is a phantom thief and sumi goes *wakes up* oh fuck i need to be polite to my senpais *runs out into Wait i cant finish that joke. anyway* and futaba goes please for the love of God you don’t need to do that. im not even much older than you. lets be casual and sumi goes Of course futaba-senpai so sorry. I think that’s about it

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

i think all of my thoughts on sumi & the other thieves are always gonna have an element of “and here’s how they can help sumi gain confidence and express individuality”. i think futaba would be incredibly good for bringing out the Weird Girl in sumire. sumi is a 15 year old girl she’s weird by default but she’s also weird in her own unique way (see: the outfit from the start of that one rank of her confidant) but has not had chances to recognize that and show that. and here’s futaba whos the Weirdest Girl in also her own special specific way, and like, knows nothing But expressing that. futaba has never Suppressed Her Weird Behavior not necessarily as a move of Self-Confidence and Self-Acceptance, she’s been made fun of for being her and she’s still upset about that, but just… this is how she is and she doesn’t know any other way to be. anyway sumire can watch the futaba-machine in action and go Oh maybe sometimes you are just you and you don’t need to act a certain way for the people around you *becomes a creature*

also “they’re the same age” is not, like, automatically a basis for a relationship, but like. they’re the youngest in the group it’s nice for them to be The Same Age. 15 is a bit beyond the phase of life where a 1 year difference is like, a giant gulf, but its still good to have Someone Your Same Exact Age among. all the 16-17 year olds who have adopted them as the collective little sisters.

final notes: whenever i think of them i think about the comic thats them going “im depressed with suicidal tendencies” “IM depressed with suicidal tendencies!!”. also they’re the kind of pair where i like them Romantically as a Ship and also like them as Friends Who Hang Out. both are good. no major preference.

all this is different from canon bc sumi has almost no relationships or dynamics with anyone in canon </3 atlus please let her out

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

i like the above ramble i went on bc i like Weird People and i like Self Acceptance. i like them in general bc they’re both awesome and i love them so u put them in a room together and its like omg TWO little sisters for the price of one!!! also their color schemes & designs look really nice next to each other they look like wonderful candies. so.

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

futaba is Working On Intending To Go To School but they haven’t, like. Begun Attending Yet. so the amount of people their age they know is Not A Ton. them having more friends is always a plus. a Peer! someone Their Age! also probably nice to have someone else in the “met futaba outside of the context of their palace” group. having all your trauma and issues put in a nice little showcase gets that part of introductions out of the way neatly but also again would be like. a lot

as for sumi. again. its just The Power Of Self Expression <3 and ALSO having A Friend, A Peer, Someone Your Age.

favorite interaction they have in canon

UMMM i cant think of any interactions they have outside of the stuff i described for their Canon Relationship 😔

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

they play video games together. futaba shows sumi their favorite games and they play together, or futaba plays and sumi watches, or sumi plays and futaba watches, or futaba does a let’s play commentary track over the game for just the two of them, or they each hold one side of the same controller and try to play a single player game together.

also im bringing morgana into this equation you know the post abt the couple with a cat but they talk about the cat in very different ways one of them is like “STINKY BASTARD MAN!!!” and the other one goes “NO MEAN TO HIM D:” thats futaba & sumire about morgana

#i have another ask in the inbox but i should probably save it for once ive eaten lol #also posts where i spread my they/she futaba agenda <3 #basilask #p5r spoilers

[countlessrealities]

@shining-stxrs sent: "Listen so far you've been making my sister happy. I want you to keep it that way. She's had enough asshole exes and I won't have another one of you break her heart. So let me make this clear if you hurt her even just a little bit I'll kill you and I won't make it quick and painless. Do I make myself clear?" (Stewie for Morty)

When Meg had told him that he should meet her brother, Morty hadn't been prepared for...whatever this was. All he had known about Stewie until that moment was what his almost girlfriend had told him and, as it had quickly turned out, it was not true. At all.

According to the girl, her youngest sibling was a normal toddler, maybe a little naughty at times, but for the rest sweet and lovable. The person the teen was currently face to face with, however, was anything but that.

Of course, Morty refused to even just think that Meg might have lied to him or suddenly decided to pull a prank on him. It wasn't whom she was and by now he knew her well enough to be sure of it. So, only one explanation was left: his almost girlfriend, somehow, had no idea that not only his brother could talk, but that he also sounded and acted like an adult.

If he hadn't known whom he was related to, he would have assumed that Stewie was and alien or something along those lines.

"Uh..."

For a few moments, the teen didn't react to the words, too busy processing the unexpected turn of events to register the threats. In part, it was also because he was used to have similar statements thrown at him on almost every adventure, so nowadays that sort of thing tended to fly over his head.

Why did the weirdest shit always happened to him on Earth? He spent most of his days travelling in space, visiting different planets, different universes, and yet what left him more stunned were the oddities that randomly appeared on his home planet.

Still, surprised or not, he couldn't just stand there looking like he had suddenly lost his brain. He had been working hard to be the best boyfriend he could for Meg, there was no way that he wouldn't pass this umpteenth test.

"G-Geez, chill, man. D-Did you seriously just gave me the protective parent speech or-or something?" He finally spoke up, lips curling in a frown. He might have been caught of guard, but he had seen too much to be scared of some baby whose brain had grown much more quickly than his body. "I-I won't...Hurt Meg is the last thing I want, alright? S-She's already been through too much, I-I won't add to it. I-I want her to feel good an-and have good things."

He crossed his arms on his chest, still looking a little hostile.

"I-It's great that you're looking out for her, I-I respect that. I-If I do harm her, y-you're welcome to come an-and try to off me, or-or whatever. But as you said...B-Both FM and I have been making sure tha-that she's happy, so...H-How about you get off our backs?"

#[ ic :: Morty ] #&& Stewart Griffin #[ sv. Rick Double Morty Megyhem ; timeline split & shctupmeg :: Morty ] #[ ᴵ ᴳᴸᴬᴰᴸʸ ᶠᴬᶜᴱ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵁᴾˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴰᴼᵂᴺˢ 'ᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴴᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᴺ ᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴵˢ ᴬˢ ˢᵂᴱᴱᵀ ᴬˢ ᴴᴼᴺᴱʸ :: ᴍᴏʀᴛʏ & ᴍᴇɢ ] #shiningstxrs

[accio-slytherout]

Mischief Managed

Concept by @helliontherapscallion

Pairings: p!sbi x reader, p!dreamXD x reader, c!Philza x reader (could be taken as platonic/romantic)

characters: TommyInnit, Ph1lza Minecraft, Wilbur, Technoblade, Captain Puffy

mentioned characters: Fundy

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, pranks, trickery (?), shouting (tell me if I missed anything!)

in game dsmp!au

summary: Reader is the god of mischief and trickery. After catching up with their old friend and his family, they got into a fight with the god of the server, dreamXD.

Not proofread

note: reader does not act like peeves! sorry in advance! i really liked this concept, i just had to write it. i put more effort into this than i did on my social studies essay. was fun to write :D straying from canon lore! I was not sure how to write dreamXD's text, so i wrote it in normal text! i am not very good and pranking, and not that creative or smart on those kind of things, so I will not really specify what is going on in the pranking.

flachbacks in italic

masterpost

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(Y/N) was just skipping around the forest, looking for flowers to make some dye when they stumbled upon a boy that was picking some red flowers.

"WHAT THE F*CK" he shouted with a strong British accent. "Who the f*ck are you?" he continued. "Well who are you child?" they retorted.

"WHAT THE- IM NOT- THE FU- IM NOT A F*CKING CHILD IM A BIG MAN" the 'Big Man' as he called himself retorted, stumbling over his words. He heard a very mischievous laughter come out of the random person he stumbled upon, and he chose to put up the angriest face he could and crossed his arms.

"The name's (Y/N). How about you, big man?" they finally replied with a slight mocking tone. "Tommy. What are you doing here? I've never seen you around before." answered Tommy.

"I'm looking for some dye, so I can dye Fundy's fur" they replied, rather mischievously? Well, point is, Tommy's eyes lit up at the mention of pranking the fox. "Could I maybe help you?" he replied with an equally mischievous tone.

Thats how a friendhip started. They caused pure havoc around the server. Pranking the first person they thought of. They were laughing their butts off on the bench.

"TOMMYINNIT YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Panic rose in their chests as they slowly swallowed and turned around. There stood Captain Puffy looking very angry... with bright pink covering her entire body. They tried their best to hold in their laughter, as she did not look very intimidating.

Yet, Tommy could not help but to start laughing loudly. That pushed (Y/N) over the edge and started laughing hysterically, and they swore they saw Puffy crack a smile at the sight.

"Im- sor- sorry-" he said inbetween his laughter. They both tried their best to stop laughing, and after a while, they did.

Puffy let out a sigh, and said "Tommy, I will get you back. I am warning you." with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Tommy seemed to have sobered up at the thought and looked scared. Puffy left with a wave and headed to her home to probably clean up.

"That was funny though." he said out of the blue. That started another round of laughter to go throught them.

"Say, (Y/N), how old are you?" Tommy asked after they have both calmed down. "I'm the god of mischief and trickery. I'm and immortal being. I am centuries old, kid." they answered.

"Really? That's quite pog! Did you know my father is also immortal? You might know him, name's Philza, Angel of Death. Does that ring a bell?" he rambled, ignoring the fact that they had just called him kid.

(Y/N) was ecstatic at the idea of being able to meet with their old friend again, but decided to say "HECK YEAH! I GET TO MESS WITH HIM AGAIN!" as to hide their feelings. They were the god of trickery after all. They had an image to uphold.

Tommy decided to go take them to Phil. Bad idea. As they reached the door of Phil's cottage, Tommy just burst into the house without knocking.

"Phil~ I'm baack~" Tommy called in a sing-song tone. Phil just said "Welcome back" in a monotone voice from the kitchen without looking.

As he was preparing supper, he heard Techno shout from the living room "TOMMY WHO ON EARTH IS THAT?!". Millions of thoughts start rushing through his head. Who could Tommy have brought with him? He ran out of the kitchen and went to see for himself who it was.

The scene in front of him just made him want to be buried 6 feet under the ground. There it was, His two oldest sons looking at the door from the bottom of the stairs and his youngest son, standing next to the person he hated the most. (Y/N).

They were walking through the forest. Phil felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around, raising his sword as he was startled. There they were, (Y/N), making the weirdest face possible.

"For f*ck's sake (Y/N)! stop it!". That only made them laugh more. "You should have seen your face!" they said inbetween laughter.

The man loathed them. He just wanted to leave them there, in the middle of nowhere, for this was not the only thing they have done in the past hour of adventuring. He, however decided to ignore them, for his heart could not bear the idea of leaving his companion alone.

"Long time no see, Philza." they said with a smirk. "Kill me already" he groaned. That was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

After Phil had supper with his family and the devil- sorry, unexpected guest, he went to clean up as his sons sat in the living room with (Y/N).

"So you're immortal?" said the oldest boy that they learnt was called Wilbur. They nodded as a reply, and he just said "Thats so cool!"

"I have read about you before, however, seeing you, I don't think the book described you correctly. Could you, possibly tell me more about your tricks and stuff?" Technoblade's monotone voice had a slight tone of curiosity and amusement while asking the question.

So they did. They told the boys about their stories. As they finished, they realised that Wilbur and Tommy had fallen asleep and Techno was half paying attention to them.

"You should go to sleep. Both of you. It's quite late already." A voice said behind her. "I'm a god, Phil. I don't need sleep." they retorted as they turned around, looking at the man.

"Suit yourself." he shrugged. He opened his mouth to tell his son to go to sleep, but he realised that his son, in fact was already asleep. He shook his head and got some blankets to lay above his sons. "I guess you can stay the night. It's late anyways" he spoke before (Y/N) could say anything and he left to go to his room. Huge mistake.

Philza minecraft was having a good sleep, when he heard a scream from the living room. He panicked, as his mind made up the worst scenarios possible. As he rushed downstairs, he saw Wilbur with bright pink hair, Tommy with a very bold red hair and hands, along with a half asleep Techno raising his sword.

Only then did he remember, that his least favourite person was at his house. Right as he thought about that, he heard giggling coming from the living room.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted along with Wilbur and Tommy. "Yes?" they batted their eyelashes innocently. Phil watched with amusement at the scene unfolding before him. Tommy and Wilbur shouting at (Y/N) and Techno lowering his sword and laying back down on the couch, sensing no danger.

"Boys, enough. (Y/N), will these dyes wash away?" he finally said in a stern tone that had a hint of amusedment in it. "Ofcourse father of minecraft. Run water through them and they will be gone" they said with such innocence that he would have believed it was not her had he not known it was their doing.

Wilbur and tommy quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash their hair out, and Phil swore the doors of the bathroom would fall off its hinges from the amount of force that was put into opening it.

"I must say, that was pretty funny, (N/N)." Phil said with amusement as he went to prepare some breakfast. (Y/N) smiled proudly from the compliment, as he was always telling her off after pranking.

Phil now remembers why he always asked them to accompany him on adventures. They were fun, and entertaining. Sometimes, they're even smart and helpful. The thought of his adventures with them brought a smile to his face.

A week in their visit, they heard a knock on the door. Phil, thinking it was just (Y/N), thought nothing of it. So he just calmly walks to the door and answers it. What he didn't expect however, was DreamXD at the door, floating in a menacing stance.

"You all give me your youngest son, or you all are dead. You have 24 hours. If you do not hive him by them, you are all dead." DreamXD said in a demonic sound.

As DreamXD turned around, Phil saw a cloud of something covering his sight, he felt... flour? he cleared the flour from his face and saw DreamXD covered in flour and (Y/N) on the roof looking rather sheepishly at DreamXD.

"Sorry, I thought you were Philza" they said sarcastically. "Not sorry, actually." they continued as they cracked an egg and poured it along with some sugar on to DreamXD's head.

DreamXD suddenly whips something out and slapped (Y/N) off the roof. As (Y/N) was used to falling from high places, they landed on the ground with nothing but a few scratches.

DreamXD stabs them with a sword, and blood splattered from their waist. (Y/N), being the god of mischief, had ofcourse had lots of experience on pranking, but wasnt strong. However, they are very witty, as they always find creative ways to prank people.

(Y/N) somehow found a way to make DreamXD retreat, but Phil could not see how. All he saw was smoke, DreamXD leaving and (Y/N) lying on the floor, with blood gushing out of their side making a puddle on the ground.

They let out a chuckle and turned to face Phil. "Your lives are safe, Phil. And what can I say? Mischief... managed." they trailed off as their eyes closed. Phil rushed to bandage them up and put them in a spare bedroom.

A week.

That was how long it was.

One singular week. Seven days. Yet it felt like seven years they had been unconscious. The house felt empty. No chaos. Everyone was worried about them.

Phil let out a sigh. He closed the door and sat down next to where (Y/N) was laying. He traced his index finger over the palm of their hand that he was holding, and whispered "I don't think you know this.. but you really are a great friend, (N/N). I love your personality.. Who am I kidding, I love you."

Phil then thought, they were unconcious. He let out a chuckle at the thought. "Look at me.. talking to someone unconscious." he said out loud, closing his eyes and resting his head on the palm of his hand that was propped up on the bed. Little did he know, they were fully awake, and pretending to be unconscious.

"Aww, thanks Phil. I love you too." he suddenly heard. He whipped his head around to their direction and saw that their head was turned to his direction. He hugged them, minding their injuries and whispered in their ear that he was thankful that they were fine over and over again.

Phil then felt their body shaking and heard gentle sobs coming out of them. He pulled away from the hug and cupped their face in his hands and wiped their tears away.

"What's wrong, (N/N)?" he calmly asked. They just cried more and gave him a hug. They told him that they have never felt accepted, and that the only person that has ever tolerated them was him. They told him that they were happy that he cared for them. They told him how much they cared for him and how great of a friend he was. They told him how much they loved him.

After their little heart to heart session, Phil went to go and prepare lunch for everyone in the house. He told the boys that (Y/N) was awake now. Everyone was glad and relieved that they were awake again. And (Y/N) was glad, that they now had a family that cared for them.

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end.

#platonic mcyt x reader #mcyt x reader #sbi x reader #platonic #dreamxd #sleepy bois inc #philza x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur x reader #philza #tommyinnit #accio writes

[me1ancho1y-b1iss]

Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 5

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   

As Marinette started to calm down she realized maybe this would be a good thing. She could receive help and have actual allies other than Chat, who although he tries hard sometimes makes himself immobile during fights (it's hard with only two people). 

The boy with green eyes, Robin was what they called him. (Marinette remembered briefly Alya mentioning Gotham’s Vigilantes - Batman being one of the founding members of the Justice League) had started walking towards her mumbling about needing a katana and more training. Marinette would have started giggling if it wasn’t for the fact that as soon as their arms touched when Robin walked by to get to the training arena, a bright light colored both a crimson red and pine green flashed around the room. 

Marinette stumbled back as images flashed through her mind. They didn’t seem like flashes of other people's lives and seemed more like distant memories of her own. Marinette saw in some memories a very familiar yoyo on her hip with the red and black spotted clothing fighting while in others saw a man with striking green eyes looking at her like she was her whole world (it was always green). A lot of Marinette's memories held death and gore, she was used to it, after all half of Paris’ population died on a weekly basis. Tiki was present in a lot of Marinette's memories. Some were happy, like when she held her first born child while others were sad. Marinette also saw memories from her present lifetime, like when first met Tikki and dining the suit for the first time, to when all her friends abandoned her. 

Marinette felt herself start to tear up. It was like the memory flashes were a jump start. She started to remember all her past lives. The very first time in all existence when Tikki’s miraculous were worn and when she met her black cat, a very similar light show was presented. The memories became ingrained in Marinette’s mind, she could remember all her past lives, her black cat. 

… 

Damian was upset. The little girl that teleported to the batcave randomly seemed like a good fighter besides the fact that she wasn’t trained however she was also alone. He was going to train to get and come back and see if there was a plan his family made for the girl, when he passed by the girl and brushed his arm against her. All of a sudden a bright light composed of red and green flashed throughout the room. Damian started to see flashes of what he realized were his own memories from past lives. In a lot of his memories he saw himself wearing a full black garment with a retractable baton and small peculiar floating cat in others. Damian also saw a girl in almost every memory that flashed through his mind, although her appearance seemed to change throughout the ages but her bright bluebell eyes were a constant. 

A few of the memories Damian witnessed brought a small smile to his face, it felt like he was reliving some of the happiest moments throughout his entire existence, while others brought a melancholy frown upon his face. 

Damian also started to tear up; he realized that all these memories were now back. His love, his ladybug was back. 

… 

When light erupted around the room in bright colors of red and green all the members of the batfamily started staring at the youngest in the room. Their faces seemed to go through a myriad of emotions. 

Bruce, Jason, Dick, Tim and Barbara all gathered at one side of the room to watch what was happening. The kids seemed to be in a trance like state and there was no getting them out of it. The family started to wiper among themselves when the light refused to fade. The colors of red and green swirling together the longer the scene went on. All of a sudden Jason yelled in a harsh whispered tone. 

“What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is. Happening?! I’ve seen some weird shit but this definitely among the weirdest” 

A beat passed 

“Holy Shit. Is Demon Spawn crying?!”

All the bats turned towards the pair at Jason’s sudden exclamation and sure enough Damian had tears leaking out of his eyes. 

… 

 When Marinette finally opened her eyes, groaning a little from the sudden intake, she came face to face with green eyes, eyes that were so strikingly familiar, eyes that Marinette has seen in the past millennials, the eyes of her cat or in this case the eyes of her robin 

…  

Damian opened his eyes after a moment to take in the information that washed over him like a tsunami and left him gasping for air, when he found himself staring at bright bluebell eyes, the eyes of his ladybug, his little ladybug. 

… 

“D-dove?” Marinette hesitantly choked out in half-laugh half sob

Damian nodded. He remembered that nickname fondly, it was one of the first she’d call him when the earth was still young. She mentioned after an intense battle how when he swooped down to attack it reminded her of a dove. The name stuck. 

“Hello Priya'' Damian said. Priya meaning love, Sanskrit was one of the first languages. Of course they learned many languages over the years due to the fact that they were always spread across the earth. Damian also liked to occasionally use Arabic nicknames; he’d definitely be using them this time around. 

Marinette gasped and ran into his open arms. Marinette kept repeating how sorry she was, sorry that she left him alone. The last battle that they had together was hard, the bug took a hard hit. She died. Damian remembered how grief stricken he was. Tikki informed him once she popped out of the jewelry that he’d see her again 

Damian pulled the girl back and wiped the tears that were streaming down her face. “It’s okay habibti. It’s not your fault.” 

“Okay does someone want to tell us what the fuck is happening?” 

A/N: Ok. it finally got exciting. That took a while. Honestly this whole plot twist came to me out of nowhere, my original plan for this fic was that it was supposed to be a slowburn, but this works too. (they probably still wont get into a relationship right away tho, I want them to get to know eachother better in this time period)  

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#maribat #maridami #damian x marinette #daminette #mlb x dc #mlb crossover #dc crossover #soulmate au #sort of