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dwobbitfromtheshire · 8 months

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

A/N: The first movie isn't real.

Summary: A platonic girls' night with Steve, Robin, and Nancy.

Girls' night. He was perfectly okay with it being called girls' night. Steve was actually excited about it. It would be the first time him and Nancy would be hanging out since they cleared the air. They sat down and actually talked about what happened between them. Nancy apologized for how she handled things between them. Steve tried to apologize for not being a better boyfriend, and Nancy had promptly hit him over the head with newspaper, telling him that he had been a damn good boyfriend. They talked about Barb, and they both decided that they had nothing to apologize for that night. It had been Dr. Brenner's for playing God. If it hadn't been for his experiment, then Barb would have lived. They were just normal teenagers that night, enjoying each other's company.

Newly single Nancy fucked him that night and it was like closing a book after it was left open to long. It was finished, and they could finally move forward to actually being friends. They had woken up the next morning, feeling better than they had in a long time. The sun had shone over both of them, and the birds sang loudly. Steve remembered looking at Nancy, and the feeling he had unknowingly held onto for so long was gone. In its place was closure. He's not sure why, but they had looked at each other and laughed. It was the last time they would sleep together, and when Steve would look back on this moment, he would look back on their relationship fondly. . .with no more regrets.

"Hello, ladies," Steve grinned when he opened the door.

"Well, this is familiar," Nancy said.

Nancy had picked up Robin on the way to Steve’s and they were now standing on his doorstep. Nancy's eyes sparkled with a little bit of sadness, something that would probably always be there, but over all, she looked pretty happy. Steve grinned.

"Ready to raise a little hell?" Steve asked, and Nancy laughed.

"Okay, the first rule of girls' night is no leaving Robin out of inside jokes," Robin said as she pushed herself inside, pulling Nancy along with her.

"Oh, is Robin speaking in the third person now?" Steve scoffed.

"Only for this moment, she is," Robin said. "Whoops, I accidentally spoke like Yoda."

"So, what's first on the agenda on our night of hell raising?" Nancy asked.

"Pizza and movie first. That's absolute. It has to be a stupid, mockable rom com. It has to be as cheesy as the pizza," Robin said.

"Then we spend some time picking it apart. We then put on a movie that we do like. You know, usual one that makes us cry," Steve said.

"Then after that, we do facials and paint each other's nails while we gossip. Don't worry, we only gossip about people we don't like," Robin said, and Nancy laughed. "We gossip about Keith a lot."

"Then the very last thing, we dance around in our socks, our sleep shirts and underwear. Tonight's song: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," Steve finished.

"How often do you guys do this?" Nancy asked.

"All of the time," Steve and Robin said together.

They all settled down to watch a movie that Robin picked out, the pizza boxes spread out on the coffee table. The movie they were watching was called Better to Have Loved, which turned out better than they had expected.

"With a title like that, I really thought that it was going to be super cheesy like the cover of the tape," Robin said. "But I really loved it. Kind of sad that Andy didn't end up with the love of his life. It was nice that he decided his friendship with Larry was more important. Although, they never explained how a jock and a metalhead became such close friends."

"Well, obviously, they got trapped in another dimension together," Steve said and they all laughed.

"You're so wrong, Robin," Nancy said. "Andy did end up with the love of his life."

"What? The movie ended like it started with Andy crawling into Larry's bed like they always do," Robin said and then paused. "Wait. . . are you implying that Andy and Larry are in love?"

"If the shoe fits," Nancy said.

"As a lesbian, I think that I would be able to sense it," Robin said.

"You didn't sense anything with me. I had to tell you that I'm bisexual," Steve said. "I don't know. I see it now. Yes, Andy is definitely in love with Eddie."

Robin and Nancy's head snapped together to look in his direction.

"The metalhead's name is Larry," Robin said slowly.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Steve said.

"No, dingus, you said Eddie," Robin said.

"Did I?" Steve asked, his voice squeaking.

"Oh my god! I knew it!" Nancy exclaimed.

"What? You knew nothing, Wheeler," Steve laughed. "You're pretty smart, but you don't know everything."

"You were definitely making eyes at Eddie in the Upside Down and every time I've come over for your little get togethers," Nancy said and then paused. "By the way, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about yourselves."

"Oh, shit, we did just come out to her," Robin said and then giggled. "So, you're really cool with it?"

"Yeah!" Nancy said.

"Okay, let's do the facials, paint our nails, and gossip like the bitches that we are," Robin said. "Then we're going to make Margaritas and watch Pretty in Pink."

"Again, Robin? Seriously? This is because of her crush," Steve said rolling her eyes. "She looks like Molly Ringwald."

"She really does," Robin said, sighing dreamily. "Vickie Fisher."

"Oh, I talked to her a couple of times. She's cute. I can definitely see you guys together," Nancy said.

"Yeah, she broke up with her boyfriend for Robin," Steve said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You don't know that!" Robin shrieked.

"And you'll never know unless you take the risk," Steve said.

"Yeah, I'll tell Vickie the day that you admit that you are madly in love with Eddie!" Robin yelled at him. "By the way, how did I miss that?!"

"Because your gaydar sucks!" Steve exclaimed.

"Ah ha! You admit it!"

"I admit nothing!"

After Robin and Steve argued for a bit, they finally put on their face masks before doing their nails.

"Unfortunately, Keith has been absolutely boring lately so does anyone else have any gossip?" Robin asked.

"El broke up with Mike and Mike is mad at me because he thinks it's my fault," Nancy said.

"Why would he think that?" Steve asked.

"Well, It surprised me but El came to me for advice because she felt like she didn't want to be with Mike anymore because she couldn't handle a relationship right now," Nancy said. "I wouldn't blame her after everything she's been through. I told her that was normal and that if she didn't want to be with him, then she needed to be honest with him about why. Mike wasn't too pleased with me."

"The kid's a little shit but he's also experiencing his first heartbreak," Steve said. "He'll pull his head out of his ass and realize that you guys were both right."

"I always thought it was weird that El jumped into a relationship right after escaping a lab who kept her prisoner her entire life," Robin said. "So, I think it's going to be nice that she's going to finally focus on herself for once."

"You think?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah. Isn't that what you're doing?" Robin asked. "Platonic relationships are just as important as romantic. I wish more people understood that."

"You know, I'm really glad that you guys let me be a part of this," Nancy said. "You know, for the longest time I didn't really let myself get close to people, I mean really close even when I was with Jonathan and especially when I was with Steve. I didn't even let myself get close to Fred which I deeply regret now. I don't want to do that, to shield myself away from people just because they might die because that might happen whether or not I get close to anyone. I think it's going to be nice to have friends again."

Steve and Robin shared a soft smile over Nancy's head. They pulled her into a hug and started kissing her cheeks.

"It's going to be nice to have you as a friend, too, Nance," Robin said.

"I definitely think our new relationship holds a lot more meaning for both of us," Steve said. "I think we were always supposed to be friends."

"Yeah, we just needed to fuck a few times to be sure," Nancy giggled and Steve laughed.

"OH! You had to ruin it, Nance! You just had to go there!" Robin exclaimed. "The images are burned into my retina. Okay, another rule about this platonic girl's night out: no mentioning you two fucking! It's over, it's done with! Finite."

"She's very dramatic," Nancy said. "By the way, you seem to be very comfortable about calling it girls' night."

"I am perfectly comfortable with my masculinity and my femininity," Steve said. "No shame."

"It's one of the things that I love about him," Robin said fondly. "He lets me practice my makeup skills on him all the time and vice versa. Although, he's better at putting makeup on me and doing hair. Did I tell you that he's the one who cut my hair? He would make a good beautician. I keep telling him that, but he doesn't believe me."

"I can see it," Nancy said, smirking at Robin. "He's definitely good with his hands."

"OH! You did that on purpose!" Robin exclaimed. "Bad Nancy! Do I have to get the spray bottle?"

After their nails dried, they headed into the kitchen to make the Margaritas. After another argument, they watched Pretty in Pink where Robin openly fawned over Molly Ringwald. They drank a lot, causing Steve to reveal that he does in fact like Eddie.

"He's just so. . . just so. . . preeeetttty," Steve said as he hung upside down on the couch.

"Eh," Nancy said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Eh? EH?! Oh, I'm so glad that we're just bologna," Steve said with a snort and laughed. "Bologna? I meant platonic! I'm silly."

"I double dog dare you to tell Eddie that you want to have his babies!" Robin yelled.

"Only if you tell Vickie that you want to have hers!" Steve yelled.

"I don't want to have babies. I want to give her a bunch of dogs. She loves dogs," Robin sighed.

"Aren't you allergic?" Steve asked.

"I will do anything for her," she said. "Call Edward and I shall call Victoria! Oh, you have that speaker phone thingy. Put that on so we know that it's Eddie! Make the call! No traps!"

"This is fun. You guys are fun!" Nancy giggled.

Steve rolled off the couch and they all moved closer to the phone. He struggled to remember Eddie's phone number for a moment until he did, and he dialed the number gleefully, turning on the speaker phone.

"Hello?" Eddie's voice came out of the speaker.

"Eddie! Hi!" Steve giggled.

"Hey, Stevie. You sound a little drunk. How's girls' night going?" Eddie laughed.

"Oh, you know. . .finnnne," Steve said, biting his lip. "Could be better, though. Wish you were here."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked.

"No, Steve!" Nancy whined.

"Oh, is Nancy there?" Eddie asked.

"Yes! But don't worry. I say this to anyone in the universe who happens to be interested in Steve, we fucked out all the romance. Now, we're just bolognas," Nancy giggled.

"Bolognas?" Eddie asked in amusement.

"No, Eddie! It's platonic!" Nancy giggled. "Silly."

"Yes, silly me," he laughed. "What did you guys drink?"

"Ritas!" Steve screamed and spoked softly, "Teddy. There's something I need to tell you."

"You can tell me anything," Eddie said.

"Why don't you come over, big boy?" Steve asked, giggling. "Oh, wait, that's what you call me."

"No, Steve! No, boys allowed! Only platonic girls!" Robin shrieked.

"We can have this conversation when you're sober," Eddie said.

"You want to hear what I have to say?" Steve asked.

"Oh yeah," Eddie said.

"Wait, you supposed to tell Eddie, then I tell Vickie!" Robin whispered loudly to Steve. "What do I do now?"

"Tell her when you're sober, Buckley," Eddie said.

"Eddie! You're not supposed to be here!" Robin shrieked.

"I'm on the phone, Robin," Eddie said. "I should go now. Have fun, ladies."

"Bye, Eddie," Steve said and blew kisses at the phone.

"Aw, he blew kisses at the phone," Nancy giggled.

"I blew some back, big boy," Eddie said. "You better catch them before they get away."

"Robin! Quick! Catch them! They're floating away!" Steve exclaimed.

"Gone, gone, gone," Robin said, looking up at the ceiling. "Bye, bye, Eddie's kisses!"

"You didn't even try!"

After they hung up the phone with Eddie, they started to prepare to dance to Cyndi Lauper.

"I know that your mom said no but can we please wear them?" Robin asked. "Please?"

"Ugh, fine!" Steve grinned.

"Wear what?" Nancy asked.

Robin giggled and pulled Nancy up the stairs into Steve's parents' bedroom. She opened the door to their closet to reveal several fluffy, fur trimmed robes.

"Maggie loves walking around the house in these," Robin said with a grin.

"She's so dramatic, I love her," Steve grinned.

"Ooh, I want the blue one," Nancy said.

"I'll gladly take the pink one," Steve said.

"Green for me!" Robin exclaimed.

They wondered downstairs in their robes and started blasting the song.

"I don't know about this," Nancy said. "I feel kind of stupid."

"That's the whole point, Nance," Robin said. "That's why we're drunk. Turn off our brains so we can do the stupid thing!"

Steve grabbed Nancy's arms and started to help her dance. He moved her arms back and forth before she started to move by herself. She began to jump up and down, giggling as Robin leaped around them. Sometimes, it's okay to let loose every once in a while. It's okay to be career driven or not know what you want to do with your life yet, and it was okay to not even know who you are. Sometimes you know, sometimes you don't. It was alright to take a pause for a moment, to smell the roses, and to let your hair down.

Nancy had thought about that as she danced around the room with Steve and Robin, shaking her hips as she so. She could feel the guilt and the resentment she had placed on herself start to fade away, her shoulders relaxing as she moved around, and then it was her entire body relaxing completely. Life was whatever you wanted it to be, and no one could tell you how to live your life except you. Dancing it out wasn't the answer to all of her problems, but it certainly helped. It helped to have people to lean on as well because while they can't tell you what to do, they can help you figure it out. As she danced with Steve, she felt closer to him than she ever had before, and it really was better for both of them.

The next morning. . .

Eddie strolled into the Harrington house, eager to see the aftermath of last night and to have that conversation with Steve. He laughed when he walked into the living room. The three of them was spread out all across the floor and they were all wearing giant fluffy robes. Lipstick was smeared Steve's mouth and the words 'Mrs. Munson' was written on his forehead. Steve groaned and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"Hey, Eddie," he said softly.

"Hey, big boy," Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear. "You ready for that talk?"

"Get it, you big slut," Robin said and Nancy giggled.

"I feel like there's something on my face," Steve frowned.

"You look absolutely beautiful," Eddie said causing Steve to blush and giggle.

"I love you," Steve said fondly. "Robin! Your turn!"

"Gah! I haven't prepared a speech," Robin said. "Nance, we've solidified our platonic friendship pretty well last night, can you do me a solid favor and write it for me?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

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mizutenshii · 8 months

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DAISIES.

— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader

— summary ; he looks so cute with a flower crown atop his head, how can he be a monster?

— cw ; fluff fluff, pre-relationship, comfort

the breeze that traversed the streets of the city was getting kinder with every day that went by, now that spring had fallen over the country. spending your time outside was starting to become more pleasant and more and more people decided to do so. as a result, the park you decided to visit was quite lively.

you enjoyed it, but kaneki didn't seem too pleased by the presence of that many people. you could understand why, and you appreciated the fact that he still agreed on going to the park with you.

to compromise a little, you took a spot in the sun a little distance away from the other occupants. you hoped that the scent of humans wasn't too intense this way, and on top of that you could talk more freely – let's be honest, the topics you talked about weren't for everyone to hear; they required a fair level of secrecy in order to protect the ghoul.

so there you sat, amidst the daisies that grew scattered in the spring green grass. the male paid them no mind, keeping his gaze on the people in the distance. you wondered, what was he thinking?

actually, you didn't want to know.

when a ghoul laid their eyes upon their natural prey, the images and urges inside their minds surely were not pretty.

you made a face and plucked one of the tiny daisies that sprouted at her feet. yeah, it definitely took some time to get used to hanging out with a ghoul. you really had to keep yourself from thinking too much into things because it sometimes brought along very disturbing realizations and images. you shivered.

"at some point in my life i really enjoyed spending my leisure time in parks like this," kaneki suddenly spoke, tearing his eyes off the other people and turning to look at you instead. "now it just feels weird, like i don't belong here anymore."

there was a sadness in his eyes that also laced his voice, and you could read the longing he felt. a painful longing back to his human life – one that he would never get back. the young ghoul was always hurting on the inside, but in moments like these it surfaced, presenting itself to those who cared.

"why wouldn't you belong here?" you asked, picking another daisy, and another one. "i mean, there's a sign that asks you not to feed the birds but i don't see a humans only sign."

it was an attempt to add a mild and light-hearted joke to the heavy atmosphere that came along with the ghoul's remark, maybe even a small gesture to lift his spirit.

the boy with hair as pale as the moon snorted, but it was only a brief moment of amusement before his expression fell glum again.

"would a zookeeper let a lion between their zebras?" he questioned, sighing bitterly. "they don't, and it's for a reason."

"lions and zebras live together in the wild," you shrugged. "look, i really don't see a problem with you being here. you're just enjoying your time in the sun and you have all the right to do so, if you'd ask me."

you picked another tiny white flower, connecting the stems absentmindedly as you talked to the boy next to you.

"i know," kaneki sighed, finally noticing the daisies around him and lightly touching them with his fingertips. he watched them bounce back gently when he lifted his hand again, and that was as far as his attention for the flowers went. "it just doesn't feel right anymore," he added.

"do you want to leave?" you offered, about to drop the connected flowers in order to get up and save the boy from his internal struggles.

but a hand that – surprisingly – landed on yours stopped you from actually doing so, and you froze.

"no no, we can stay," the ghoul rushed. "i guess that for as long as you are here, i'm comfortable enough to stay. at least you kinda make me feel like i'm not completely out of place."

"o-okay," you uttered, your wide-eyed gaze on the cold hand that rested atop your own. you felt your heart skip a beat but that must've been because the sudden coldness on your skin startled you, right?

you sat down comfortably again and kaneki seemed satisfied, also appearing to be more at ease now that he got his discomfort off his chest. after shooting the ghoul one last glance, you decided that he was, indeed, okay, and reverted your attention back to the flowers in your hands.

by now you held a pretty long chain of flowers; connected daisies that together formed a flowery garland. it looked really pretty, and you were almost pleased with the outcome.

the boy with hair as pale as the moon looked up at the blue sky, clearly reminiscing about the past. you decided to let him be for a moment, to let him rearrange his thoughts and feelings. you focused on your task at hand; finishing the string of flowers to a point you deemed long enough. by the time you reached your ghoul, you rested your hand in your lap gently, careful not to damage the crown of flowers.

"i'm having thoughts, y/n," kaneki confessed, his dazed gaze now on a group of people in the distance. "i feel like a monster."

you pursed your lips, knowing very well what kaneki meant by that. but then an idea popped up in your mind, and you brought up your hands. admittedly, you made the flower crown for yourself to wear. however, you came up with a better use as the ghoul's demeanor tensed up.

beaming at him, you gently placed the flower crown atop his white locks. the ghoul simply gazed at you in awe, and you couldn't help but coo at the sight. the delicate tiara of daisies sat on top of his pale fringe daintily, and it looked adorable.

"you're not a monster, kaneki," you told him sincerely. "at least not in my eyes. look at you, you're so cute."

honestly, you had to fight the urge to squish his cheeks. although you got along very well, you still deemed it too early for such levels of affection. so you smiled widely at him instead, not paying the churning of your stomach any mind.

you were betraying humanity.

but you didn't care anymore.

a smile found its way to the ghoul's features, so small but unmistakenly there. the pain in his eyes had vanished and was now replaced with unmasked appreciation. your words held meaning, they didn't come from just someone. kaneki believed you.

he belonged. he was valid. he was no monster.

mizutenshii — 29.O9.2O23 — masterlist

at least in your eyes. and that was what mattered.

#nana writes #ken kaneki #tokyo ghoul #anime #tokyo ghoul kaneki #kaneki x reader #tg kaneki #ken kaneki x reader #kaneki imagine #kaneki imagines #tokyo ghoul fanfiction

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isaac-roc · 9 months

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So, here are my thoughts on my little meow meows from the dlc (yes, I'm talking about the owls):

The first word that comes to my mind is ''victims''. These people are victims of the Eye, and of the game itself; the first one is easily explained by that one slide reel, which really broke my heart, in which one of those owls scans the Eye and then falls to the ground in horror after getting a nightmarish vision of what's to come. Just the expression on their face, man. I know I'm still pretty early in the dlc, but so far they present as people who just wanted to protect themselves, or take (very understandable) revenge. I'd say the former.

The second point sounds a bit strange, but it's the best way I can put it: they are "victims" of the game (this is not me saying the game did a bad thing, I think it's brilliant actually), in the sense that everything is made to give them a bad rep. The game itself warns you about being scary, and it's obvious that they're the ones you should fear, gigantic deer-owls with glowing eyes, intruding in our solar system with an eerie invisible ship filled with some dark and frightening mysteries.

But I find them sympathetic in every possible way. First, let's look at their stuff. Second only to Timber Hearth, the Stranger is the most welcoming place in the game. The only danger comes from the structures breaking; as a place itself, it's harmless (unless you're dumb enough to swim in rapids). It's way more friendly than Brittle Hollow and its horrifying annoying black hole, or the Ember Twin, which has the worst death in the game. Now, I'm not blaming this on the Nomai, they did what they could with what they had. But the owl people put a lot of effort into making their spaceship a perfect replica of nature, and they're the only ones to do that in the game. As for the contents and structures of the ship, you'll see a lot of personality - and art - there. Decorated houses, rugs and carpets with pretty geometrical patterns, custom furniture, and gorgeous paintings, not to mention the little stylized stuff, like the sun-shaped rotating plates on the doors. Then there's the decorations in the houses, and now we get to look at the owls as people. Their houses have individual and family portraits in them, which shows that they treasure family bonds, and in the slide reels, you can see that they are a pretty tight-knit community (barring that one portrait which is vandalized, which I'm sure will be relevant soon). You see them working together, sharing discoveries, and in that one very sad scene, comforting each other. To me, they are like the Nomai; an alien species of engineers/artists, who have a penchant for discovery, families, bonds, and an interest in the Eye. Oh, and a bunch of corpses lying around too.

But, unlike the nomai, they are presented as scary. Which definitely works, I am personally playing with a heart rate of 500 bpms, but they are only scary according to our horror clichés (and fear of the dark), and if you forget what they are: owls. Of course their eyes glow in the dark, they're owls. Of course it's dark as hell in their world, they're owls, nocturnal people. (I won't comment on the corpse-rooms yet because I'm not that far in the game.) And yeah, green fire is eerie, but all of their light-based tech is green. And having finally gotten the first jumpscare, I'll say... they're chill. Sure, it was terrifying, and for a second there I thought that bird was getting some slow-mo momentum to go for my fucking throat carnivorous style, but all they did was take a huge breath to... blow out my light. That's it. They just kicked me out of there.

So most of the things we find scary about them can just be explained by "they just live in the dark, man". They're just chill birds, who got betrayed by the one thing they worshipped, and are doing... something about it, not sure what yet. Sure, they're stupid huge and their eyes glow, but that's no reason to assume the worst in them. Or even fear them.

I'll wait till the sun comes back up to play though.

#this is a thought-in-progress since I'm probs only halfway through the dlc. for all I know I'll change my mind soon but I strongly doubt it #whatever these birdies are doing I am ON. THEIR. SIDE.#outer wilds spoilers #outer wilds #eote #eote spoilers #long post #I also like them immensely because investigating their stories doesn't require any flying :D

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ghostieboi1 · 9 months

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Papas and Pets

Papas I, II, III, IV

Summary: The types of pets the Papas would have and what kind of "animal dad" they'd be. (I was writing this while my cat was napping on me, he's very sweet 🥹)

Genres: Headcanons and fluff.

Warnings: Nothing other than tooth rotting fluff, all gifs are not mine

Primo

Bird dad.

It's pretty simple logic, he's out in the gardens a lot more after retiring from being Papa and where do you constantly see birds? In gardens.

He's also fond of animals that aren't quite domesticated like opossums or raccoons but absolutely adores birds.

Any bird works for him but he has a particular fondness of owls, he has one in his room that's allowed to fly around freely most of the time.

That same owl can be seen wherever he's allowed to take it, whether it be on his shoulder or flying around him in a room.

He prides himself in being able to tame wild birds since it seems he's the only one in the Ministry that can, he calls himself the bird whisperer.

He's also the one you go to if a bird accidentally flew into one of the rooms in the Ministry because he'll wait until the bird lands near him then picks it up like it's just a rock or something and bring it outside.

For those cultured out there, you know that scene in Shrek 2 where Snow White sends those birds to attack those tree guard dudes? If he had to, Primo would probably be able to do it too.

Secondo

Snake dad.

I feel like he's also kinda snake coded, the vast majority of people are afraid of him because he looks scary but then there's the few that love him to death (me) and see he's just a silly man.

He's known for scaring anyone that openly talks shit about him with one of his pet snakes, so most people keep their opinions on him in private.

The first snake he had was when he was younger and Primo freaked out a little after a snake hissed at him and Secondo just picked it up was like "I'm keeping him and his name will be Tommy."

And since then he's always had at least one pet snake around, he started naming them after fictional characters that were often associated with snakes, including naming one of them Slytherin.

He can and will make the "May I take your jacket, sir/ma'am?" joke when one of his snakes sheds their skin.

Let's his snake mostly free roam his room when he's in the room as well so if he thinks they might get stuck or hurt, he's there to prevent it from happening.

Terzo

Cat dad.

This man LOVES cats, and he will openly cry if he sees anything where a cat is hurt or in danger even if it's fictional.

His favorite are black cats, mostly because he's sad they aren't shown enough love and because they seem to be the nicest cats.

He's also tried finding almost completely wild cats to adopt because he finds them absolutely beautiful.

Both Sister Imperator and Nihil have found him walking relatively fast in the Ministry's hallways late at night holding his jacket closed and stopped to ask him what he was doing and every time, without fail, the cat he was trying to hide meowed.

If he wasn't living in the Ministry, he'd be the crazy cat lady down the road that would even feed the stray cats his house couldn't hold.

COVERED in cat hair and cat scratches/bites all the time, it's impossible for him to get rid of them.

He's the "I found this cat malnourished in a garbage dumpster and I brought him here and he's my baby now" cat dad.

Copia

Well, we can all guess what animal dad he is; Rat dad.

He used to be afraid of them but then he became fascinated with them and the rest is history.

Most people don't know about his pet rats so when they visit him in his office or room they get startled by them and maybe scream as Copia is just sitting at his desk/on his bed like "No! No! It's okay! It's okay!"

Similar to Terzo, he smuggled rats and would get caught by Sister Imperator every time.

Definitely gives his rats weird names like "Ratty Fatty" or some shit like that.

Also makes his rats fly when he wants to, but most of the time his rats will be napping somewhere on him.

Refers to his rats as his kids so when new Siblings of Sin join, they think he means actually children until they meet his rats.

Baby talks to his rats 24/7, and teaches his rats tricks when he's bored.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus i #papa primo #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #sister imperator #papa nihil

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ilovechuuyakjk · 1 year

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SPOILERS FROM THE FUTURE ‼️‼️

this will take place in ep from the future and will be a Willow x reader x hunter

Your personality will be based on ranpo from bsd

Why?

Because he is a genius and perfect

About the resquests I will do after this is posted

The lines won't be 100% ok probably because I got this from yt

Luz was at the portal, she watched a yellow creature with wings saying something but she couldn't understand anything, when she realized she was being pulled by her girlfriend, amity

"Luz! You were there for so long, we thought you got stuck behind! Are you hurt anywhere?

"I'm I'm fine, i saw something or someone but it was probably just in my head, any sign of...him?"

" oh come on it's not like a sore of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name... I think anyway, if belos was here he's long gone now "

" Not very far after all it was only a few minutes that he had to advance " You said with your palisman over your head, they were sleeping, you were next to Willow, willow had her hand on top of your shoulder comfortably

" he better stay out of our way, this mama's hungry for vengeance! "

" now that is a fight I'd watch "

" I love powerful mothers" You said, Willow had a mini laugh at your comment

You started walking, hunter was nervous and went ahead, amity and Luz were next to each other, Willow and gus were next to you,

" okay everyone coast is clear huh "

Willow watched a red grass

" oh hello red grass I miss you! I can't talk for long we're on a mission to save the boiling aisles"(100% which is probably not how it is written, but it is what is written there)

Gus created some illusions to make Willow happier

" willow is back horay! (I don't know how to write it, it wasn't written there how to write it)

You looked at Willow so adorable that scene was, hunter was too, he heard the bird and looked in the direction to see if it was Flapjack but found with disappointment because it was just a red bird

" we don't have time to red grass or illusions! Belos had a head start so we should keep moving until we find him! " Hunter said with anger in his voice not for his friends but more for himself.

Gus and willow got sad faces and gus shattered the illusion

" yea we should leave him alone, it's been less than an hour since he's been possessed by Belos and he's probably still processing all this" You said, your palisman had already woken up so they was now by your side

Willow was trying to comfort gus which resulted, Titan you love her so much, she's so nice and pretty and super powerful, too bad you knew she wasn't doing well which worries you a lot but you're not one of the best people to comfort others, this has always been a problem for you

Willow made blueprints and started driving on them

" oh wow! You kids were really holding back in the human realm huh " Camila said with enthusiasm in her voice impressed by what Willow did

" maybe a little " amity said catching the slime by moving it in the air

" hello gorgeous slime " amity said while Luz was looking passionately at her, turning red but then she shook her head to let go of the feeling

" y/n Also has powers or is equal to hunter? " Camila asked Luz quietly so you wouldn't hear but before Luz could answer you answered

" Of course I have powers! Only I haven't shown them yet because you guys would be so impressed by them. " You said it boldly and in a strong voice

' One of the worst lies you've ever told ' Your pasliman says, you just ignored them

Camila just stood there awkwardly smiling but realized the unhappiness of her hija

" Mija you never told me how pretty this place was, the trees, the sky, give it aAAAAAAAAA "

Camila stands right in front of the children protecting them

" kids stand back who knows if that monster is alive or not " Camila looks at it strangely

" actually the titan skull is normal everything else is... wrong "

you guys watched it all strangely, it wasn't right at all

" guys what's on top of the skull " willow said you turned to see what was up there

" It looks like collector magic and the castle must be where he lives, to get rid of this strangeness we have to go there " you said making everyone turn to you

" Smart as ever y/n" gus said putting a hand on your shoulder

" we may have more answers at bonesborough " Luz said causing everyone to start walking, amity looked a bit worried but still went, You couldn't hear the conversation very well, only what Luz said at the end you could hear

" but I haven't changed my mind, after we rescue eda and king I'm staying in the human rea,l permanently, it's for the best..."

" wait let's talk first-"

Camila tried to convince but she couldn't this time

You already knew part of this story but didn't know it was forever, you have to try to convince her

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(I'm not going to write the Belos part so I just cut this part from here.)

you arrived at the owl's house, it was covered in paint with words of hate written there

" what is this place " Camila asked looking at the house

Luz went to the door, putting her hand on the doorknob with her head down, then looking up and saying

" welcome. To the owl house " Opening the door, seeing that there was practically nothing inside

you went upstairs to talk to your pasliman

" So let's proceed with everything we heard, everyone disappeared, the collector turned this all into a dream, Luz is thinking of staying In the human real forever, hunter was possessed, Willow is on the verge of a breakdown, amity is trying to help Luz but Luz is just pulling her out, gus blames himself for all this because he was afraid to tell everyone hunter was a grimwalker from the beginning and WE can't say many things because I don't know what is really happening, why all this was provoked, maybe in that castle there is something that can say more about the collecter, And I don't know how to comfort others, gosh I needed him to be here maybe he had an answer, he always had an answer... " You said sitting on the floor looking for a photo in your bag (yes you have a bag)

Your pasliman started going into the bag " what are you trying to do" you asked them but they didn't answer instead he took out the other pasliman that was inside making the pasliman wake up

" What are you doing, that pasliman was his and we agreed not to touch it " You said with a bit of anger in your eyes

' I know but hunter now doesn't have a pasliman so we can give him this, it would be a victory for both, hunter would have a new pasliman and the pasliman would have a new owner ' Your pasliman said turning around the other one who looked a bit confused

" You forgot the detail that they both have to accept each other and now hunter would rather throw him into the sea than welcome the pasliman not to mention pasliman is still saddened by his death and probably wouldn't accept another owner now "

You said that putting the pasliman back in the bag

' Try talking to hunter first before saying that please ' They said you said maybe and your pasliman came back to put themself in your hair again

" IT'S EDA AND KING" you heard hunter scream going down there fast

" they were on that shooting star! " hunter shouted pointing to the blue star

" how are we supposed to follow them?! " Camila asked in a worried voice.

" don't worry " amity says making pasliman transform " I'm a safe flyer "

" flyer?! "

Camila went to amity, Luz went to Gus and hunter went to mine, we follow the blue star as far as we can

' Tell now this could be the time ' they said in code

" Now that we're flying? I'll ask him later " " Ask what later? " He asked listening to your conversation " Is it something serious? " He asked you continue to fly and you answered

" It's nothing that serious but this isn't the best time to ask " You replied, he nodded, and you continued in silence until you arrived.

" those thing meed symbolts " Camila said relaxed that she is finally on earth " oh hello sweet earth " Camila was about to sit down when she saw a mixture of goo and meat and she pulled her staff and screamed " AAAAAAAAAA I I mean hello good sir " She said bowing to the monster, he was happy

You guys started walking around seeing everything broken or full of stars

" where eda and king? "

" where is anyone..? "

You continued walking, arriving at a place where hunter went to look

" something's coming! "

" Witches? "

" demons? "

" no it's...sparkles? "

hunter saw the blue sparkles and pulled you like Luz pulled amity, hiding your head in his arms

When you saw there were a lot of people there but they were transformed into... Dolls?

Willow recognized one of them, it was her father.

" dad?! " Willow said this looking worriedly at her dad

The dolls started to move, Willow went after her father while you and the hunter went after her to pull her to safety

" stop it's me! Have you seen papa?? Wait! "

You and the hunter pulled Willow into an alley behind you there was an explosion and you three ran fast

When you saw it, it was the owl lady

" eda? " Luz said looking at Eda destroying everything

" That doesn't look like the owl lady " You said, hunter and Willow agreed

Willow saw Eda going to hurt her dad and immediately reached for her staff but stopped when she heard a familiar voice

" stop right there beast ! "

You all started looking at the collector admired not in a good way

" fear not citizens bonesborough I'm here to stop this beast roughage! "

" I believe in you collector! " king said pointing thumbs up

" thanks best friend! " Collector said doing the same

" what the- " You said with open eyes

" Wyclef! " (he probably didn't say that but that's the only thing the subtitles are saying)

Saying that, there started to be blue lights and the "beast" was defeated making people applaud.

" yeah oh hooray I'm back to normal "

" what " Luz said looking creepy at Terra

" yeah who's got a pint of apple blood hoot hoot "

" ah timeout everyone timeout, Terra for the last time eda doesn't sound like that! She's got more a like a a cool ant vibe who pretends to be like a cold-hearted but actually cares alot "

" yeah you're real son in my side you know that, I've had it whit you and your stupid little dog " Collector looked at her with eyes filled with anger at what she said

" uh whatever all I have to do is play eda the owl lady and I don't get turned into any of those things right? Then let's just continue " oh I like musicians! ""

" your not being very nice right now " Collector said making a mini moon and pointing to Terra

" wait!! " Terra said but it was too late she was a doll now

We were left looking at it traumatized

Collector went to sit on the star with a sad look

" collector, buddy you gotta stop doing that think about what you're doing to these people! " king said trying to call the collector for the right option

" you are so boring! I'm just playing pretend " collector said looking like a child ( he is a child )

" even playing pretend has consequences... A cranky old witch thaught me that... " King said referring to eda

" you mean eda right? That's what we need! The real thing! A cranky know-it-all mentor figure no substitutes allowed! Maybe if I ask real nice I won't turn her into a puppet "

" NO! Her curse is still um.. in effect but I can check if she's feeling better "

" you promise?? " collector said making a sly smile

" you can trust me collector " King said putting his hand on his chest

" is that the little king guy you were tell me about? " Camila asked making Luz smile and nodding

" aww que lindo " Camila said looking at King with adorable eyes

" c'mon king! Let's go back to the archive house " collector said making the star fly and things start to disappear

Luz ran to try to catch the star " no! Not yet! "

" king...! " Luz stared at the sky with disappointed eyes.

" oh okay okay the eyeballs on the ground are normal but the little space cherub is the danger? "

" we should follow them! Belos is probably trying get back to the collector " Hunter said ignoring Camila

" it looked like they were playing a game "

" yeah whit some king of messed up version of my life! King must have told him about our adventures "

" do you think everyone who was turned into a puppet gets into archives? "

" probably, there are no more places for him to put the puppets " You said looking up at the sky

" Y/n is probably right, we have to up there then "

" you'll never make it " A familiar voice said

" Hmm "

" cause you guys are losers " The guy said making an L and putting his hand on his forehead, Two more people were behind him.

We started walking and they started telling the whole story since the draining spell I didn't listen half because it was boring I just went back when he said the end

" ... We've been hiding here ever since and somewhere along the way I went from being mett tholomule to man tholomule " he said making a face, we cringe and Camila laughed

" shiuu " She said making us all stop

We had to hide from the blue star and the guy signaled when we could move forward

We went to the door and she said

" we redecorating these past few months! So let me welcome you to " She stopped talking and opened the door " new hexside! " they gasped, You've never been to hexside so you just watched seeing children free but not free at the same time

" this does not smell great " a guy said

" real " you said

" heads up " A child said shooting a ball of fire making us go down

We went to the cafeteria where people were advertising their products and a nursery where the kids were trying to hint to others how to destroy the blue stars, We stopped at the principal statue

" this is a statue of principal bump who risked his life four ours " he said in an emotional voice but the statue wasn't very emotional

" it's so nice to see teachers getting the respect they deserve, I think "

" You guys really liked your director huh " You said looking at the statue

" He was very precious to us " one of them said

They started whispering about us and started talking to gus and Willow, amity went to her siblings

You and hunter stood there just watching, He took advantage of it and said " So what was it you wanted to ask? " He said looking at you

" It's not the right place yet, but I'll tell you later today " You said and grabbed more your bag, he looked weird at you but just nodded

you went next to willow

" no offense but this seems a bit.." willow didn't finish but Camila continued

" disgusting... "She said looking at it with disgusted eyes

" yeah but we're just following orders.." she said

" from who? " Luz asked

At that very moment the cluns start talking

(now it will probably be right because i had the brilliant idea to finally go to the computer and to the owl house club and see the subtitles from there and not from yt)

" attention can captain Tholomule escort our guests to the council chamber? And do it now! "

" captain who? " willow said

" wait. Was tholomule your last name all the time? " Gus asked turning his head slowly, the guy just shook his head

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We started walking towards the gym seeing a tall guy talking to the girl with pink hair, on the side was a Lady with white hair and red skin and on the other was a tall and strong person, seemed to remember a person

" oh well, if we had a group to organize the flyers can keep track of perishables and that way we won't have to fight over food anymore " he said awkwardly

" hmm... " She was thinking when the red ball went to talk to her

" president if I can comment..- "

" president?! " Luz said interrupting the red ball

" this would take valuable resources away from your guard if you don't want to be collected like the other do you? "

" good point mike, next! " The girl in pink said making the guy leave with a disappointed face and sigh

" oh my gosh, it's you guys! "

" did she consider any of our ideas? "

" no uh... Sorry I gota make sure the kindergartens aren't hunting down lockers again, it was a bloodbath last time, so glad you're alive hehe " He said leaving awkwardly

" bocha, we found...- " He was stopped by the red ball

" allow me to introduce student body president, bocha and her trusted guards Miki and rouka " He said irritated

" It seems to be just one person " You whispered to Hunter, he didn't know what to say so he just looked at you and then looked straight ahead

" welcome to new hexside " bocha said with pride " home of the future of the islands and stuff

" what the heck is going on here "

" yeah. Hexside doesn't even have a student council, I would know it, I tried to organize one but bump seis I was to obsessed and-" Willow cut amity

" alright girl, take a breath "

Amity took a breath and got a pissed off face.

" and who are you two? " Gus asked

" my little sister and I traveled for the day of unity but found ourselfes hiding since after the incident. Bocha welcomed us, se we helped her established order over hexside "

" and now we are incredibly " She said, behind us there were people running around because of children

" well, first of all... I would like to introduce my mama, Camila "

" and our smart brillant y/n! And our fellow star, hunter! " Gus said making hunter blush all over his face

" in short: we are here to help, we'll rescue everyone from the archives and save the boiling isles! " People just stared

" not the reaction I was expecting... "

" As the leader the safety of bocha's subjects is paramount and this is a suicide mission after the horrors her brudgby team faced! "

" I don't need to hear it again! But Mike is right, we stay here!

" but- "

" and that's is! "

" So you're going to listen to a person who doesn't have a plan and is only harming your subjects than a person who has a plan to save this all? Stupid " You said making bocha and the red ball look at you angrily

" Get them out of here! Especially the one over there! " She said pointing at you

When they realized we were already out of the gym

" what just happened?! " Luz asked confused about what just happened

" it's been like this ever since Miki and rouka appeared we wanted to fix things here but every time we suggest something, Miki threatens to trow people to the detention pit"

" The what?! "

" 100% Miki is using bocha for her personal desires, This is very noticeable but she still doesn't understand it I don't know how " You said Willow walked over to you and put her hand on your shoulder

" what are we going to do to get to the archives? " willow asked

" I don't know how to get to the archives, but... We maybe can get closer "

" like the titan head, That would be a smart plan yeah " You said putting your hand on your chin

" Exactly! We just need the spell! " Luz said taking your hand

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Gus watched to see if the hall was clear of people and was free to open the door with magic.

" very good,there are no moors on the coast! " Gus said making the guy open open the walls to the door

" this is where me and Jerboa have been trying to make plans to make hexside more livable "

Willow went to look through the photos when she found pictures of her and her dads when she was little, She was going to let out a few tears but stopped herself from doing so " keep it in, keep it in- ow! " she found a picture of hunter when he had Flapjack, he was smiling holding Flapjack, She looked at Hunter who was sighing his hair with an upset face

She also found a picture of you and your friend when you two were younger " aww " She said seeing you happy " They must miss him a lot... " She said looking at you seing that you were looking at what Luz was doing, she took these two photos and kept them

" plans to turn the gym into a common room? Hours for rotating on-call shifts? Is that a menu using vegetables from the plant room?! Matt thonomule, you really are a decent leader!" Gus said amazed

" have you had any doubts? " Matt said with cocky charm

" yes. Many many doubts "

" all right, time to go back on a walk down memory lane. I saw Phillip once, I mean, belos, using a glyph to transport himself to the skull but, it could take time to find out "

" remember Luz, no tricks, no ideas, no plans and-

Definitely no gimmicks " willow and Luz said at the same time

" I'll assume those are clean " Camila said

" It's better to assume yea " You said agreeing with camila

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You've seen the memories of the Luz and nearly half of it is sad

" Damn you have many sad memories huh "

" yea " luz spoke, barely able to hear herself

" I think we found it! " Willow said taking the memory picture of Luz head

" it's so clear! We can use this to climb up to the skull " luz said excitement in her voice

" finally. Let's move again " Hunter said walking forward stopping when he heard willow's voice

" before we go, look what I found " Willow said giving the photo to hunter

Hunter saw the picture and his eyes got softe

" we will all miss Flapjack, but we know that he loved you the most "

Just so you know, we don't care who you're supposed to be because you are one of us now. Never forget that " Willow said trying to make hunter smile but only saw almost tears in his eyes

" hunter, are you okay? " Light asked worried

" I... Don know..." Hunter said making Willow feel guilty

" oh um... I'm.... I'm sorry. I didn't want to make things worse " She said this without realizing it making herbs cling to her boots but quickly undoing it as she started to walk

" I... I'll be right back " Willow said leaving the room

" I guess this is my fault too " Gus said looking away to not look into hunter's eyes

" what? How? " hunter asked confused

" I knew you were a grimwalker since the day of unit. I was waiting for you to bring up yourself but... I... I don't know, maybe if I wasn't so afraid none of us would be right here

" Gus I - " Hunter said being cut by gus

" it's okay, you stay here, I'll find willow" Gus said leaving the room

" wait, Gus! Willow, Gus , please hold on! " Hunter said leaving the room too

You stared, not knowing what to do, until Luz asked you a question.

" Did you know that Gus knew hunter was a grimwalker the whole time? " She asked not in an upset tone more in a tone of why didn't you tell her

" Yes, it was quite obvious, he saw Belos' memories so he probably saw those too, I went to talk to him on the second day in the human world he said not to tell anyone, I asked him if he wanted to vent what he wanted but he said it wasn't necessary and that he can keep it all, I didn't know what to say so I just said ok " You said a bit clumsy and guilty

" It wasn't your fault you just did what you thought was right hijo" Camila said giving you a hug, you didn't know what to do so you just stood there

" So you know all Belos' memories? " Luz asked

" No, not yet, only Gus knows now, but I'll find out after all I'm a good detective " You said making luz give a mini laugh, your pasliman was on your shoulder just watching everything

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" uff... they are not coming back are they? " matt asked

" you kids have through too much. Even when rescuing your families there is still much to fix" Camila said very sad

" at least we will all be together to solve it, right Luz? "

Luz looked at her with guilty eyes

" amity... I'd should tell you something " Even at that moment the wall exploded

" Why is this always happening?! " You asked making your palisman agree

The red ball and her suit appeared

" ha, do the rumors were true. They were planning a riot, little Matt tholomule

" yea, we were because you guys are the worst " He said quite irritated now

The red ball just laughed

" no.. not you! " Luz said with the tone of ' not again '

" long time no see, human "

" I always knew it was pretty obvious even with that disguise you can't hide your ugliness! "

She looked at you " I recommend saying that when you are the strongest not when you are the weakest y/n " she said

" what's that smell? " Camila asked

" Nettles of sleep! " Luz said

" the most important rule of brudgby, always expect the unexpected " She said

You couldn't concentrate when you realized you were lying on the floor about to fall asleep.

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She threw us into detention and we fell flat on our faces, well at least you

" what is this kiki mora? Are you working for the collector? " luz screamed

" the days of " kikimora, the subordinate " are over I prefer companionship like ours, we need to mandate now, for the sake of future generations "

" ok I'm still catching up. What is the red kitten trying to do? "

" she just copy Belos on " scaring people into worshipping her " because she has no ideas of her own! " Luz said to tease Bocha or kikimora

" uh. Um going to enjoy this " Kikimora said jumping into the hole where we were making Luz fall " you think I would just throw them inside and walk away? No, I think I'll finish you of myself "

" Bocha c'mon! this is a bit much, even for you! " She just looked and left, the floor closes in on her.

I saw them battling, you're not the best at fighting you're better at brains not at fighting!

" I don't deserve this! " you hear Matt say

Camila cast a spell making the ground fall and we go to separate ways.

You landed in a place with things written on the walls and drawings of more collectors

" Where am I...? " You asked seeing what was on the wall and a stone that was also written next to you

' We fell into a kind of temple full of collectors I guess, Well that's what it looks like ' your pasliman said

" Like the collector stories, well it was likely that there are other collectors but I didn't imagine that the one we saw was the smallest of all " You started trying to decipher the story behind the images and poems that were on the rocks " Why was all this up here? In a school detention? " You were reading the poems that were written in the rocks

' Maybe you can put some in your bag to read later because right now we should get out of here. ' Your pasliman said landing on your hair

" Yea, you're right, let's go " You said picking up some rocks and starting to walk until you reached a place where there was a hole above where you can get out

' After 30 minutes we finally found something. ' your pasliman said

" We? it was practically just me because you just did only add weigh on my head " You said taking the pasliman out of your head

' Rude ' they say

" yea yea " You said turning the pasliman into a staff to fly up there

you finally got up there sitting on the floor watching hunter do the same thing Flapjack did, luz having a staff in her hand that caused an explosion

" what. the. Heck, Why do I always miss the good parts " You complained to your pasliman, they just looked at you and turned they back

" Seriously? Now? Pick better times to be mad at me man " You said still sitting on the floor

Hunter saw where you were and used Flapjack's magic to get to you.

" y/n! I finally found you! " Hunter said picking you up and used Flapjack's magic to get to where the others were.

When you arrived Willow gave you a big hug

" y/n! You were the only missing here! " She said continuing into the hug

" You don't seem to be that tense right now, good " You rubbed your hand on her back for comfort

You heard kikimora behind you and you let go of the hug

" I don't need this reckless school to create my empire ... I'll make my own. And I will start by breaking them into pieces, part by part.. brat for brat! " After she said that, a fireball hit her.

" Stop right there! " Matt said " Miki, I can't say that I'm surprised by this, as for you Rouka I know there has been nothing more than chemistry between us... However you want to take it, I - "

" it's a robot, Matt " bocha said

" Finally the girl with pink hair said something true " You said making Willow laugh a little bit

They started shooting fireballs and amity came down

" they'll keep her busy let get to get to the skull! " She said taking Light's hand and running, we going after them

" hey bocha, don't think I'm done with you... "

" whatever, I didn't do this for any of you I just wanted to do normal things, and look cool and play grudby with my team! " She said screaming and throwing the fireball with everyone

Luz went to do the spell and pasliman started to move and made her fly

" I can't tell what you're gonna be but, thanks little friend! " She said flying with the staff

You'll decided to help with yours staffs

" this is my empire now! You'll have to obey me! " She cast the spell in yours direction but Luz was quick and did the spell and you guys went to the titan's head

" we ... We did it! " Gus said

You opened your eyes and saw you were there, excitement was in your eyes

" oh my, gosh! I can't believe that actually worked! " Willow said pulling amity and walking excitedly

" oh ohohoho we certainly beamus up O'Bailey? " Camila said making Gus and Hunter gasp

" bemus up! Bemus up! Bemus up! (I don't know how to write it, it's not written there as they say)

You were happy to see your boyfriend and girlfriend happy again, you then notice what the Luz was doing

Luz was grabbing her staff seeing that it is starting to open

" guys? " Luz said making everyone go around her to see the staff

" come meet my pasliman " Luz said making everyone circle around her

" what kind of magical creature will it be? " Camila asked " a dragon? "

" a bird? "

" an otter! "

" a spoky bat? "

" a snake ? "

" an octopus? "

" you were close " the creature started to come out of the fog and started shape shifting into different animals

" it's a shapeshifter snake! Her name is string bean.. and she is perfect! " She started to pass us and your palismans started to follow her and they all went to Camila

" oh look at all mama's precious babies. Come here, come here "

Hunter was just watching when he felt a hand on his hand.

" thanks for what you said back there, you mean a lot to me too " They blushed and hunter started to cry

" cool, happy to help. "

Willow saw you in front and pulled you into a hug with hunter

" Don't think you're left out Y/n! " She said giving you a kiss on the cheek, you were amazed, you couldn't speak

" I... I " It was the only thing you could say equal to nothing

She looked into your eyes with adoration in her eyes hunter did the same

" oh! I almost forgot! I found a picture of you and him on the floor, it must have fallen when you were walking " She said giving the picture you looked at the picture first and you heard her talking

" we know you don't talk about him much in front of us but we can feel that you miss him a lot " Hunter said letting Willow continue

" we also know we can never replace him but if you need anything i hope we can help like he did " Willow said wiping the tears from your eyes

" t-thank you guys, thank you alot " You took a breath and looked again at the picture " This was the only photo I managed to capture our friendship the rest is just written and drawn " You said putting the photo in your bag next to the book " You guys really did a lot for me these months, I'm glad I'm your partner, one of my best happiness in life now " You said that with excitement in your eyes, and they also have a few tears in their eyes from you saying that.

Amity called willow she had to go but first she gave you both a kiss and went to amity

Leaving hunter with the opportunity to ask what he wanted

" Now are you going to say what you wanted to ask? " He asked looking into your eyes

" Well I don't know if you need it now, after all you already have the Flapjack magic now " you said

" But what was it, maybe I can still answer! " He said taking your right hand

" ok, Well me and my palisman had an argument at the owl's house, you don't have a pasliman so i was thinking, why not give his old pasliman to you? One thing you all have in common, you lost important people in difficult times. " You said that going to get him from your bag, he woke up seeing hunter, hunter looks at him and says

" He's similar to Flapjack and I'm sure he likes a lot of cuddles too hehe " He said seeing pasliman caressing his cheek

" Yea he looks like he likes you what do you think? " You asked, hunter was thinking and said

" yea, I stay with him, he seems to like me a lot and he seems to be powerful, thanks y/n " Hunter said giving you a hug that took a few moments to let go, Those moments seemed happy, too happy

Little did they know that the collector was planning on them.

I hope you like it!

sincerely i hope, it took me all day to write this

It just ended at 2 am and I have school today

Byeee!

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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We're Even (Top Gun: Maverick)

No pairing for this! BUT I will warn you this is straight up sad juice.

TW: Character Death (Reader), Blood, Accidents, SADNESS.

It's short, but I couldn't get this out of my head so, read at your own risk I guess.

*****

“Excellent, guys,” Maverick’s voice piped up through the radio and you turned and waved to your dad from the RIO seat. Captain Mitchell brought his F/A-18 closer to the F-14 that Rooster was piloting. The two of you had been tasked with a heritage flight at an air show to celebrate the anniversary of the Top Gun Fighter Weapons School. Fifty was a big number, and you all took it really seriously. The celebration was delayed until the end of the year, but everything was running nicely.

Maverick had asked Rooster and yourself to fly the F-14, and you had both eagerly accepted. Although your father was more than qualified he had wanted to give you both the experience, putting Rooster in the pilot's seat this time. You were just happy to be part of your dad's history in a small way, and Bradley felt the same. It brought him closer to his father.

The pair of aviators had to go through relatively extensive training to be able to pilot the aircraft, which is what Maverick was doing right now. He was coaching the two of you on fun maneuvers to pull during the air show, as he would be flying opposite the F-14.

“I’ll tell you what Rooster, your dad must have been pretty freaking smart to be back here,” you said, looking at all of the breakers. Only a select few had been used on this occasion, and it had taken you at least five minutes to put them into action. Bradley laughed at you over the radio, and you could see his head bobbing slightly in the seat in front of you.

“Goose was amazing at his job, the man knew everything,” Maverick confirmed, nodding at you from his own aircraft.

“Hey, do you guys ever think how funny it is that our call signs are similar to our dads?” you asked the two men, and you could see Rooster raise an eyebrow at you from the little mirror.

“Goose and Rooster and Maverick and Rebel,” you explained, “We’re mini me’s, I’m mini Mav,” you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah you are,” Rooster agreed, and your dad shook his head.

“Alright Mini Mav, hang on tight, Rooster pull her in high right,” your dad instructed, following Roosters maneuver in synch, “and roll.” The two aircraft were basically dancing together, and that made you smile.

“What next?” Rooster inquired, and you looked down at the mountains below you, which were green and there was a small river running through the canyon.

“So next we’re gonna be pulling abo– SHIT!” Maverick was cut off by the sound of a bird strike thumping against the canopies. One caught in his engine and he quickly pulled up to extinguish the fire. Maverick’s general philosophy of ‘don’t think just do’ was a very good one, however he did not think about what he was doing, creating a problem which would cost him dearly.

The problem is that he pulled up and over you two, and now the F-14 was shaking, and there were a bunch of alarms screaming and blinking at you from the back seat.

“Dad?!” you shrieked over the radio, as Rooster tried to shake the spin you were entering.

“Holy shit–” Rooster shouted, “I can’t control this thing!” Feeling the weight of your body pushing against your seat due to the centrifugal force, you struggled to lift your arms and do anything that would help.

The two of you would have been fine in any other aircraft, you were trained for things like this. But aircraft are not like cars or bicycles, it took a lot of specific information to get each one off the ground. Specific information you did not have.

“Mav! What do we do?!” Rooster’s voice was heavy, feeling his own body weight pull him down. You were fucked and you knew it.

“Eject! Pull the ejection handle! Rebel!” your dad was flying after you both, having taken care of the fire, trying to get you two out of there. Groaning, you lifted your arms which felt like they were held down by anchors, and attempted to reach the handle. The alarms began blaring louder. Roosters shouting and your dads screaming filled your ears and you were finally able to yank the handle as hard as you could.

The canopy exploded off the top of the aircraft, and Rooster’s seat flew up first, yours following. All of the air was knocked out of your lungs as you slammed into the canopy, smacking your head so hard your helmet cracked, and everything went dark.

*****

Maverick watched the whole thing go down, ice cold dread filling the pit of his stomach. It was like watching his own memories on video tape from another point of view. He watched the two parachutes sink to the ground, immediately calling in the incident and location. Pulling the hardest turn he could, he began his frantic journey back to base, his jet screaming the whole way.

When he arrived search and rescue had already gone, but several of the air show coordinators and his friends had been listening on the radio. Those who didn’t know him tried to tell him it would be okay, and those who did kept their mouths shut. Never in his life had he shook as hard as he was at that moment. When he pointed out the helicopter returning to base, his hand was trembling.

As soon as the tires hit the tarmac he was trying to get answers, talk to anyone, make eye contact with you and Bradley. He was praying that the doors would open and you would both hop out and he could hug the crap out of you two. Everything had happened too fast.

When the doors opened, Bradley climbed out first, clearly afraid and shaken from the incident. He walked over to Maverick, and nodded. You were okay, you were breathing. He hugged the taller man as hard as he could, and looking over his shoulder he saw them pull out a gurney. On it was his only child, still in her helmet, with a clear oxygen mask on her face. The blood on your skin gave the appearance that you were crying red. Your eyes opened for the smallest second, and when your dad made eye contact with you, he began to rush over; but he was stopped by the medic crew. It took several men and women to keep Maverick at bay, and a few black eyes later they released him. Bradley had hauled the Captain off of the men, screaming at the top of his lungs for him to stop.

Bradley’s words sounded like he was attempting to make contact with Maverick under water, every sound was muffled in the older man's ears. Shock finally took hold of Maverick, and he fell to his knees in stunned silence, taking in the full account of what had happened.

Hospital.

That was the only word that Maverick understood came from Bradley’s mouth, and he knew what he was trying to say now. Moving his head about the vertical plane, he agreed that they should go to the hospital, and Rooster lifted the man up by his arm. Together, they walked to Bradley’s truck, and made their way to you.

*****

Three hours. The two men waited in the hall for three hours. Bradley couldn’t bring himself to apologize to Maverick for the incident, unable to find the words, but there was an unspoken communication between both aviators that it was unnecessary. The only words that were said in those long hours were those of assurance that the other was physically okay.

Nurses made attempts to check on Bradley, but he refused to get himself care until he was positive you were okay. He felt responsible for what happened, and he was beginning to understand the guilt that Maverick had carried for years. It was suffocating him, and he could only feel pity for his uncle having carried that weight for so long. It must have been worse, knowing he had been responsible for someone's death.

Rooster’s attention was grabbed by said uncle standing abruptly and making his way down the hall as fast as he could, and then he noticed that your doctor was finally out of surgery. It was Rooster’s turn to start shaking, his legs all but rattling when he stood, as he watched Maverick converse with the doctor. He felt like he was made of concrete, and he was only able to stare at him.

Every bit of warmth left in Bradley’s body disappeared when he saw Maverick’s shoulders fall and watched him bring a hand to his face to hide from the eyes of those around him, sobs shaking the usually unbothered man. Rooster’s feet started to move forward, but they faltered when the strangled crying of the man he had looked up to as a father reached his ears and filled his soul. The word no was being repeated over and over again for Bradley to hear, and the younger man's legs fell out from under him when Maverick looked to his nephew. He remembered the same look on his mother’s face so many years ago when she had answered the door. He himself was now sobbing, crumbled on the ground, crying out like he was wounded. Nurses and patients looked between the two men wearing flight suits, alarm, concern, and sadness filling their faces.

If he thought the guilt was unbearable before, he was not prepared for the feeling that consumed him. Sadness filled his heart, for you, for his father, and the fact that you were now gone. You had died the exact same way his dad had died, and it seemed like it was a never ending circle. So many things filled Rooster’s head in those moments.

He wished that he had done something to stop this all from happening. He was in charge of you up there, and he screwed it all up. He thought about how now he was in the same position Maverick was in. He thought about how the situations were flipped, and how he had taken Maverick’s only child from him. The universe had played some cruel joke on the two men, and they were now even. A life for a life. He thought about the regret that now crushed him internally, having spent so many years hating Maverick for what he had done to his father, and now he knew exactly what it was like. He understood something he never wanted to.

Through his tears, he saw Maverick making his way over, still distraught. Bradley began to stand, prepared for whatever physical abuse he was about to take, but the Captain just grabbed him in a hug as hard as humanly possible. The biggest irony of it all was that they both now knew what it was like, and it was horrible. Maverick would never come to blame Bradley, how could he? No matter how much it hurt, he would never.

*****

Burying his only child was the worst thing that could happen to Maverick. He had buried both of his wingmen, but this… would never compare. Bradley had been around to make sure he was okay, and Maverick had made sure he was doing alright in return. Maverick had no close family to help him through Goose’s death, and he would never have leaned on Carole. He kept close to Bradley, making it clear that it was not his fault. Bradley had a hard time accepting that Maverick was not angry with him, but he had almost been forced to accept the fact when he had slipped your dog tags into Roosters hands.

Despite the forgiveness, you would continue to haunt Roosters dreams. He would never tell Maverick about how he found you half submerged in the river that ran through the canyon, your blood drifting off into the water. Those were now his personal demons that he had to fight alone.

It was absolutely tragic what happened, and everyone felt the impact of it. It killed Maverick every day, but there was not a doubt in Pete Mitchell’s mind that his own parents, Iceman, and Goose and Carole would look after you until he got there.

*****

I did say I was sorry in advance.

Tags: @lunamoonbby

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #topgunmaverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #maverick

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dootznbootz · 3 months

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Had a thought while i was chilling with my cat today, as you do:

Penelope is the weird Water Wife™ and Anthos is a black cat. We all know that black cats are something else, just weird in their own way.

So.

Are those two just weird together?? Do they stare at you, unblinking, with their pretty eyes?? The half-naiad queen is watching you with her cat on her lap. They're silently judging you. As if she wasn't scary enough on her own - she has a black void with two big eyes by her side as well.

I'm sorry i'm really intrigued by the idea of weird wife and her weird cat.

YES!!! I love my weirdos!!! Also her and Odysseus are a lot like cats in a way as well >:)

Have their "favorite people", chaos, don't take orders from really anyone, etc. They're like kitty cats 🥺 even with how they're affectionate in a way. they're fidgeting with each other often but also will stubbornly be like "I want snuggles. I don't care if I'm uncomfy. >:( "

Odysseus: You know, I'm not gonna stop carving. You might get some wood shavings on you~ Penelope, knowing he won't let any get on her face at least: Don' care. Odysseus: Okay, if you say so. Penelope: ... Odysseus: asdfghjkl You stop that right now 🫵👁👁

Penelope: Odysseus, I'm trying to weave. (one of the smaller looms from the later periods, not accurate but don't care) Odysseus, squeezing her tighter: MMM >:( . *insert that baby seal video type of MMM* Penelope: At least your hair is tied up, but you can't be mad at me when your hair gets woven into it...Stop fucking with the thread, Odysseus.

You want something sad? >:) You want something really sad, Niko?

Years later, while Odysseus is away, something she's wearing keeps tickling her. She gets annoyed with it and has it taken off to see what it is ("My weaving is always flawless. >:( wtf is this?") only to look in the area and see that it was hair tickling her. A tiny bit of it is coming out from the cloth. It's not black and straight like her own. Nor is it black and curly like her son's. It's auburn and curly. Anticlea died years ago. And she remembers what she was doing when she first started this weaving.

And she weeps. :') Even gone, he's constantly "there" you know?

ANYWAYS!!! BACK TO KITTY CATS!!!

Penelope liked these critters because of that but also, "Heyyyyy, you're pretty good at fishing, you funky little creature!!!" Also, they like playing with string so weaving is always fun. Little headcanon but Ithaca doesn't really have as many cats as Sparta (hopping off ships from Egypt). So while Odysseus has seen them, he never really thinks much of them but then Penelope is like "yes, this is my weird little creature. You think you like me? You like this creature now." and he plays with Anthos a little and then is like, "Okay, I see why you like them...Penelope, why is she buzzing?👀 You promised you wouldn't put me in dangerous situations anymore!"

Probably a few cats are brought over for her but it doesn't become like, overrun you know?

Probably others were a bit annoyed by it at first. (cat hair to clean, cats are chaos, etc.) but the king and queen are scary when they want to be. Argos gets along pretty okay with them too!

Since having kitties outdoors is very dangerous, as there are birds of prey and such. A hawk once picked up one of the kitties but an Owl brought kitty back :')

Kitties know that Olive tree bed is NOT a scratching post.

Kitties will sleep with Penelope and check on her when she weeps :'D

"PENELOPE! ANTHOS JUST PUT A DEAD MOUSE IN FRONT OF ME!" "Sometimes they do that. Think it's the cat way of showing you they care." "I don't want this!"

so it's been around 7 years (changed it from 5 to 7) of them being married when Telemachus is born. And Anthos (and others) are very gentle with him but also "please don't grab me so roughly with your little baby hands".

Anthos is a bit older by the time he's around four so Penelope usually holds her but Anthos has had some kittens and...

Penelope: Telemachus, you sure you got him, sweetie? Telemachus: Yuh-huh.

Telemachus loves them as well btw. And he learns how to hold them right but the cat he's holding is pretty chill anyways.

When Odysseus is a "beggar", and before Penelope comes to see him. He sees two kittens playing and thinks "Okay, they're definitely from Anthos' line." and rips a bit of the rags he's wearing to make a string and kind of plays with them. Then Melantho comes in and they run off and he's like "okay, they don't like you. Why is that?" and then he sees why.

When Odysseus is on Aeaea, it's...stressful and he feels on edge. He gets a specific "nightmare" and it's not a fun time. Yes, they dance and sing but he's still very stressed. (Headcanon that Odysseus is actually a pretty good dancer.) Circe has a lot of BIG cats and she has one that is a big black panther with blue eyes (yes, this cat was once a man. he actually will kind of have a story of his own in my fics eventually) And sometimes when he's by himself and not doing well, Big Black kitty will come in and kind of lay on him. Makes him think of Anthos and home. :'D

Polites: That panther seems to like you a lot. He's always following you. Odysseus: Yeah, he's my buddy.

"You were human once... Do you miss them? Your loved ones? Do you even remember?" *headbonks him*

*Big kitty yawns* "You know, my wife has sharp teeth as well being mostly naiad. My son most likely too by now... He was teething when I last saw him but the two he did have were already sharp. Penelope would soothe him with water when he got fussy from them..."

Penelope's 75% Naiad and Telemachus is 37.5% :D In some versions, Icarius and Tyndarius are half naiad! >:D And ANY chance I can have Penelope be weirder, I will FUCKING take it.

#I really like big panther and Odysseus🥺 Polites is a comfort for him as well (and he befriends a few nymphs.#He hums a lullaby that Penelope used to sing and one of the nymphs is like “Oh wow. I haven't heard that in forever. How do you know that?”#and he gets excited as “oh yeah you're nymphs!!! Hey. uh. do you know a way I could possibly like. connect with another nymph?🥺”#I have so many ideas :'D but so little energyyyyy #nightmare is where it's a nice dream at first and he kisses Penelope only to pull back and it's Circe and then he wakes up.#Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #nikoisme #PEN YOUR QUESTION IS COMING OUT TOMORROW I HOPE #ask #Water Wife

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bandaged-writer · 2 years

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𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧.

↠ pairing. dazai x reader

↠ genre. angst, heartbreak, happy ending

↠ warnings. not proof-read

↠ words. 1k

↠ summary. you knew that if you turned around, you would never be able to let dazai go and let him have the life he deserved

↠ notes. it's been actual years since i've posted anything on this account and the first thing i write at 7 am gotta be angst 👩🏻‍🦯 anyways, i hope you enjoy this little something i whipped up on a whim ✨

When the lights illuminating Yokohama were exceptionally pretty, in a spot that only you and Dazai knew, the birds were still chirping underneath the setting sun. The sky, dipped in hues so blue that it rivalled the sadness within the man's heart, hung above you like some sort of omen.

"You called me out here to say goodbye, didn't you?" Breaking the silence first, you gave Dazai a smile. One that he admitted to adore when he thought you were sound asleep in his bed.

"How did you know?" Dazai asked, a rare, surprised glimmer in those eyes that always seemed so void of any life left.

You chuckled, it lacked any humor. "I have heard of Odasaku's passing, Osamu. Rumor had it that a mafia executive went after him and never came back. I had a hunch it was you."

Dazai let a half-smile grace his features. Attentive as always, although your head seemed to be up in the clouds, believing in everything that was deemed good, but refusing to judge him who had done everything that was deemed evil.

Before Dazai could speak another word, you beat him to it. "You wish to leave, don't you?"

Not the brightest tool in the shed, they liked to call you. But you had managed to figure Dazai out, an endless puzzle of complex thoughts and an inexplicable desire for death that ran as deep as the ocean. Despite that, you willingly drowned in his sea.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?" Dazai came to a stop in the middle of a field of grass, trees and dandelion seeds as he took in your appearance.

Your eyes got glassy underneath the last sunrays and threatened to spill like an overflowing sink and for once, Dazai understood a feeling he had never quite felt before until he lost Odasaku and stood in front of you.

The fear of losing those he loved.

He always said that the things worth wanting were always lost the moment he obtained them, yet he feared this moment, because this was the end of the one good thing he managed to obtain.

Dazai remembered the day he met you for the very first time at Lupin by Odasaku's side. The only person left of a small-scale group, Oda had said while you were shoving a piece of strawberry cake down your throat. Oh, how horribly you had cried and how hilarious you looked with whipped cream stuck to the corner of your lips.

Back then, Dazai hadn't thought much of you. You were merely another person with another tragedy upon their shoulders. Too innocent, too soft for the mafia. Not even one good quality did you possess that could qualify you to be part of the Port Mafia.

Each time Dazai had seen you again, you'd prove him wrong and his interest in you was the demise of the heart he had buried six feet under.

"It's okay if you wish to leave. I won't stop you," you said and cupped Dazai's cheeks. His skin was warmer than usual, you silently noted.

"I will never see you again once we turn our backs on each other. Are you sure?" He leaned into your touch, his hand resting atop yours.

"Of course!" Now, the tears were rolling down your cheeks and you cussed underneath your breath. "Ah, you shouldn't see me cry. You have to remember my smiling face!" Hurriedly, you wiped the tears from your face and forced a smile upon your lips. "Girls look prettier when they smile, after all."

Dazai couldn't help the light-hearted laugh slipping his lips or his hands that dried your tears. "Belladonna, how could I ever forget your smile?"

The last sniffles left you. "Promise?"

"..I promise."

And when dandelion seeds got stuck in Dazai's hair while he was wearing a smile so gentle, you knew it was the right decision to let him go. Whatever plan he had up his sleeve, you knew it was better than being stuck in this hell disguised as the mafia.

Yes, he'd be well.

Even if it was without you, this was all you had ever wanted for the man you had terribly fallen in love with.

He'd be well.

Standing on your tippy toes, fingers grasping the soft fabric of his blazer, you pressed a kiss to Dazai's cheek. Your breath fanned across his skin as you spoke in soft, broken tones. "Take care, Osamu."

A heart heavy as lead beat within your chest as you turned your back to Dazai and walked away. Each step was more painful than the previous, each step tore that heart within you apart, but you couldn't bear to see the face Dazai was making.

You knew that if you turned around, you would never be able to let Dazai go and let him have the life he deserved.

It wasn't until five years later that Kunikida pulled Dazai back to the Agency after his hell of a partner nearly buried himself on a client's farm. Kunikda was certain that he would die of a heart attack caused by none other than the bandage-wasting machine that went by the name of Dazai Osamu.

"If you wanna bury yourself, do it in your free time! Because of you, our next client has been waiting 5 minutes and 35 seconds longer than scheduled!," Kunikida scolded his colleague, dragging him up the stairs by the collar like a sack of potatoes.

Dazai whined. "You sure love your schedules, huh?"

When Kunikida ripped the door open and the light coming from within the Agency briefly blinded Dazai, he could hear chatter and laughter coming from within. One voice belonged to Yosano, another one to Tanizaki and the other one to someone who he had silently cherished like a prayer in his heart.

"Oh! There they are." Yosano said.

After years of vowing to yourself to not turn back, you finally did. Not a hint of regret lingered in your eyes when you saw Dazai again and smiled at him like you always did when he used to cross paths with you in the mafia.

The decision to let him go that evening was indeed the right one, you concluded after seeing the spark of something in his eyes.

"Right. I have a request for you."

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader

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mossypidder · 6 months

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If you click the names of the birds below, you will find photos of the actual birds I’m referring to; mostly provided because the second two are morphs

EDIT: So honestly. Contrary to final poll results and my initial lean toward the grosbeak, I think I might just go with the crow. The design’s grown on me and in the last week I’ve collected many bones and observed many local crows and found myself just quietly very drawn to them. Nothing’s set in stone, but. . . It feels more right than the grosbeak- there are still things that draw me to the latter, and I still really love them and might switch in the future, right now I relate more to crows I think.

Rose Breasted/Cutthroat Grosbeak (female)

Similarities (between myself and the bird) - small and chunky - eats mainly seeds, fruits, and nuts - elusive and relatively solitary aside from nesting season - very intricate, unique nest type - monogamous - take care of young for a month after fledging (which is longer than quite a few birds) - dwells mainly in deciduous forests - I honestly think I do look a bit like a grosbeak overall - there is limited information on them (which is obnoxious, but kinda goes with my aesthetic honestly)

Things I Like About Them - very pretty markings, especially on face which makes for fun character design - they were my favorite bird as a child and I would get so excited during the brief period that they would be at our feeder

Differences - females don’t sing as much as males - I am very much a mimic- I echo other people’s words as well as animal noises a lot, mostly without thinking, and grosbeaks do not mimic. The males learn songs from their fathers, but that’s different, and I’m not male anyway.

Black Billed Magpie (cinnamon)

Similarities - eat a lot of fruit and grain - they are skilled mimics - mate for life something I aspire to achieve one day - have only been seen in Michigan ten times in the last hundred years, so it fits the “elusive bird who’s sightings should be documented” narrative - parents allow their young to stay with them as long as needed, sometimes even years - males and females are both very vocal and sing, talk, and chatter quite often - wary of new things and will shy away from bright colors and flashing lights (yes, that includes shiny things) - many widely believed myths spread about them (such as tendencies to thievery, attraction to shiny objects, and hoarding things tho I am guilty of that last one)

Things I Like About Them - Gorgeous wings and tail (though rather plain facial markings which is sad) - they’re just nice, funky little guys and they were one of my favorites when I was younger as well

Differences - not a bird I’d really call chunky lol - they eat meat (mostly bugs) and meat is not my favorite honestly - while some do only stay in groups of two, many others have tribe of up to twelve

Common Crow (cinnamon)

Similarities - will bring people they like random bits of things such leaves, rocks, lost keys, and bones, as gifts - stops for roadkill (though I don’t eat it, I’m just there to steal feathers or check opossum pouches for potential surviving babies) - bones is good, we like bones - also talented at imitating human speech, other animals, and just random noises they find intriguing - mate for life - very family oriented and good at taking care of each other. They’ve even been known to adopt unrelated fledglings - stay in the nest up to forty days after hatching and often remain with a family group for two years, helping their parents look after younger siblings - males and females are very vocal - wants to eat rocks - scavengers - likes fruits, nuts, and seeds - seen as weird or gross by the majority - slow to trust humans, but is very loyal once they do - could be considered chunky - cinnamons tend to have blue or silver eyes

Things I Like About Them - they are just. very good. - wing markings of cinnamons are very interesting, and while I’d like more intricacies to work with for facial markings, they’re still good and simple

Differences - they are very social birds (but most of that social time is spent with their family, which is where most of mine is spent as well, so I’m not sure this is a true difference) - consumes a lot of meat (which, as stated, is not my favorite) - they are very common in Michigan and easy to spot almost anywhere

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princess-of-the-corner · 22 days

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CC!NextGen

Ok, this is the LAST ONE I’m doing today, I promise!

Mostly just some general thoughts!

1) Nijiko’s mom wasn’t a handler, but another agent in a similar vein to Hawks, or Lady Nagant, but she wasn’t “public” because she had a less … “friendly” Quirk than they did (ie, She was a mutation type Quirk and HPSC are full of prejudiced assholes). I see her as another kind of bird-related Quirk, but with some minor to moderate aerokinesis (airbending). They were hoping Nijiko would get the wind control, which … gonna be honest, I’m all for giving her that, but I am the kind of person who wants to overload my characters with as much cool shit as possible, so I have NO IDEA if she’s starting to get OP. I mostly wanted to really lean into the Rito reference, soooo … Uh, make it kind of latent? Make it part of how she can fly so fast?

Anyway, uh (name, name … Let’s be obvious!) Kintori (gold bird) spends most of her life working for the HPSC, until she gets drafted into the … Future Heroes? Future Heroes Program (name pending, if you have a better one, PLEASE USE IT). When she has Nijiko, she wants to get out, but struggles to figure out a plan that would get them both out alive. Like, she’s mostly separated from her kid, but like. She wants them both out. In the end, she figures “fuck it, one is better than none” and makes her escape with the main goal of saving Nijiko, which … I mean. She did it!

Kintori’s Quirk was “Canary”. She looked like a Rito-esqe Golden yellow bird. She had airbending abilities, but she didn’t really get many chances to develop them fully.

2) Hirokazu’s Mom, Akamei, WAS a handler before the War - a junior handler that got promoted rapidly afterward because a bunch of people died and they needed bodies in positions. Akamei took full advantage and really rose to the occasion, which would be impressive if she wasn’t, you know, an awful human being who was fully on board with human experimentation. She didn’t get drafted into the FHP, she signed up. Her Quirk is “Greek Fire” (look up Greek fire if you don’t know what that is, it’s really cool), which got passed on to Hirokazu … sort of. Hirokazu is fire-proof, so the program is PRETTY SURE he should have some fire-bending/Todoroki style nonsense, but currently he isn’t displaying it. They are currently trying to see if they can artificially trigger a Quirk Awakening, but not having much luck.

3) Main Doctor (for whom I do not have a name), guy who ends up being the Big Bad? If you’ve ever played Final Fantasy 7, imagine the unholy offspring of Hojo and Franken Stein from Soul Eater. That’s what I’m picturing. Completely unhinged, literally nothing matters except his research and how far he can push it.

4) The 3 kids I said are the “up and comers” - so, like, the Edgelord portion of the project has been put on hold For a variety of reasons. But despite the Nijiko Mishap, Hirokazu is working out great, so they’ve started three other “recruits”. In my head we have an Eraserhead kid (about 7, they also have Eraser), yet ANOTHER Hawks kid (5ish, Hirokazu’s direct sibling - look, they had plenty of access to his DNA), and an All Might kid, who’s like 3. When the whole thing goes boom, Hirokazu and his baby sib get adopted by Hawks and Touya, Eraserkid goes home with either Aizawa or Shinsou, and then the third kid goes home with Monoma and Tetsutetsu. Like, when everyone is raiding this place, Monoma and his metal husband find a sad little blonde baby, and get SUPER ATTACHED. Later, after they find out it’s All Might, Monoma’s just “cool, my kid’s grandpa is All Might!”. Kid is either Quirkless, or has “Mom’s” Quirk (which I did not think about).

(Only other thing of note - Mimi said it, now I can’t unsee it, Eraserkid has a cat mutation. The mom had a very mild cat-related Quirk (“Cat’s Eye”), which became full blown in the kid. Kid has a “third eye” which is the one that can “Erase” other’s Quirks.)

Again, you can take or leave whatever, this is just to share and get the ideas out! : )

Okay! Thoughts!

On Nijiko’s mom: Honestly I could go either way but I kinda like the idea of her being a handler but like. While they expected to use the mother-child bond to make the children more obedient, they didn’t realize that the bond would also make the mother feel so much for this child she’s bonded to, especially to the point that she’d try to escape.

Hirokazu’s mom is exactly what I’m imagining thank you lmao.

Also yeah gotta have an unhinged doctor.

I’m debating on the other kids because of what I said previously about the possibility of getting these kids/getting the DNA samples. Because while I could see the Commission having a viable sample for Hawks on hand for creepy ass reasons, getting something for other Heroes is going to be incredibly difficult.

#submission #cc next gen

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goose-books productions: a 2023 review

only [checks watch] two months late! view the image in higher quality here; read past years-in-review here; and thank you as always to my beloved @yvesdot for the template!

i shan't be dishonest; 2023 was not exactly the year of max. but i still got a lot of good writing done! transcripts + commentary under the cut, and, uh, take the godsong character roster again.

cws: animal death (february), pregnancy/miscarriage + body image issues (july), addiction (september), self-harm-as-metaphor (october)

january

what’s that? godsong ran away with me for another year? well, it does that. in the second of a plotted trilogy, anna (roughly: what if aeneas were a very sad lesbian?) and her lieutenants visit a soothsayer. ichari wants to kill for her, btw. anna please let them kill for you,

“Have we got to sacrifice an animal?” Sascha said, tilting his head. “Let you dig around in the entrails?” “If you’d like,” the Sibyl said, upper lip wrinkling. “But I’m haughty enough to believe I can make do with a bit of holy blood. Not you. Annadrijanna, if you would give me your hand.” Anna didn’t move. Her eyes widened, very slightly, as she stared at the hand the Sibyl had extended to her, palm up. Ichari’s hand was on their knife again before they could blink. Damn the gods and Avender’s Sibyl, and damn Anna’s quest, the moment she needed it they could have their blade in the prophet’s throat no matter what holy punishment tumbled down on their heels— “It won’t be like the other,” the Sibyl said, nodding to Anna’s right hand. “I keep my tools clean. Far less messy than entrails.” From their cloak pocket they drew a glinting silver pin, topped with a bead of pearl. “Just a prick, that’s all.” Ichari couldn’t tell if Anna’s chest was rising and falling beneath the robes, or if she had calcified entirely. “Anna,” they said, soft, warning. Almost pleading. Just give me the word, Anna. Just say the word. “You’ve a lot of ghosts clinging to your robes, Annadrijanna,” the Sibyl said softly. “I need a bit of life.”

february

while anna’s doing that, ambergris is causing problems. raised in regency patriarchyville, she recently befriended a dragon and received Powers; now she’s working toward 1. making it seem like her family’s manor is haunted 2. killing her parents and 3. having gay sex. not necessarily in that order.

Blood and yolk still stuck to her hands, gumming the webbing between thumb and forefinger. But it was a pretty picture, the mews desecrated, the falcons gone mad and tearing open their eggs. The duchy would whisper that Pyranimia had forsaken even the birds, that the Armindale fortune was suffocating in broken shells, and no one would consider that it was only nature, that rabbits and snakes and stable cats would swallow down their young if they got hungry. But not here, Ambergris thought, serene, picturing what her mother would say when she learned of the mews—the slight twitch of her mouth before her face settled back into glacial calm. Not you. You wish you could. You’re starving for it. But you won’t be rid of me now. You don’t know that yet. But I hold you in my hands now. If I were really a sorceress, I could twist up your body, ruin the organs that made me, the ones that hurt you. Or I could take them out and let you go free. She could sympathize. Abandoned by the goddess, she too might have withered and waned, and come to loathe the children sapping her strength as they grew inside her body. But her mother had made Ambergris too well for that—too cold to love a child or a husband, too cold to shrink from blood. You took the knife from your chest and put it in mine, Ambergris thought. But the gods have been watching. My god has been watching. The storm is building. And before I ever let you eat me, Mother, I will finish a daughter’s work and drain you dry. She raised her hand to her mouth, where her thumb met her forefinger, and licked away the blood.

march

in the spring i wrote a very long paper about antony and cleopatra (the shakespeare play, and also the people, and also the echoes of their story in the aeneid). which got me thinking about the deliberate narrative parallels between dido and cleopatra, which got me writing a ten-minute play where they have a one-night stand. happens to the best of us. i’m very proud of how this one came out, actually, but i have no idea what to do with it. target audience of weird lesbian classicists?

D: I want to be someone they don’t write tragedies about. C: (to the audience) Well. How charmingly ironic. D: If I could just—have—if I could just—just a life. Just someone who loves me. Just someone who won’t go away. Something boring. Something monotone. I don’t care how good I look burning. I want to stop being on fire. C: You have absolutely no sense of flair. D: I miss my sister. (A pause. She looks to C.) C: Can’t help you there. I had mine killed. D: (exhausted) Happens.

april

fans of the aeneid, please enjoy The Scene In Which The Protag Loses To A Tree. if godsong ever drops i will accept a 10-page double-spaced essay about how it is in conversation with the jason & medea myth.

Anna set his jaw. He braced his wooden hand against the trunk, then stepped up onto the coil and reached for the golden branch. It was slick and cold under his fingers, closer to stone than wood; Anna took hold and yanked. The branch slid from his fingers. Anna grabbed the trunk so he didn’t fall backward, ice jolting up his spine. The serpent hadn’t moved. Again he tried to snap the branch. A whisper of leaves as it bent, but there was no give; again his sweat-damp hand fell away. The word that slipped from his mouth startled him, because it was the sort of word no one used in a temple, something Caradorra had been scolded for saying in front of their mother. Another glance at Sascha. The serpent hadn’t stirred. Anna wiped his hand on his robes, straining up on his toes, and wrapped his hand around the base of the branch. If he could saw at it—but his sword lay gleaming and useless in the grass, his calves starting to ache, the branch warming under his touch. Please, Iv, please, please, please— He ignored the flicker in the corner of his eye: movement from the lakeside. But then came the hiss, rising like steam from the water thrown at the charred walls of a burning city, and his blood ran cold. Breaking from the lake, wet and shimmering, came an enormous frilled head. The second serpent, awake and alert, slitted yellow eyes fixed on Anna. It moved faster than thought—legs bunching, coils rippling, launching itself for the tree. “Sascha, down!” Ichari shouted from the treeline, and the gun went off, louder than godly thunder, and the branch beside Anna burst into splinters, and as he gave a last desperate yank the golden branch snapped cleanly into his hand.

may

while working on the actual plot of godsong, i was also fleshing out the backstory, and ended up stumbling into the personalities of anna’s parents (a t4t4t throuple! let’s go gay people). so here’s a bit of anna backstory from the perspective of his mother, who is wonderful and nervous. did you know anna was chosen for priesthood at age 11? probably had no long-term psychological effect on her at all.

It was a celebration for Eli’s records: three days and three nights of festival feasting, of singing and dancing and hymns, of the temple bells ringing a clangorous echo from dawn until dusk. In past years, after past Ivtouchings, the celebrations had been citywide but quieter, briefer—the ceremonial anointment before the temple doors, to mark the new priest as a new melody in Iv’s living voice, and then a song. But it had been three hundred years since Iv had plucked a child from the rings of Ivander to holiness. No simple ceremony would suffice. On the first day, the older Ivtouched helped Anna atop an oxcart, the horns of each ox wrapped in gold ribbon, and led him in cheering parade through the city’s spiraling roads to the temple. In the street, in the surging shouting crowds that followed on foot, Radi cheered her voice hoarse and tried to etch the picture into her memory: the brilliant blue of the sky, the loose tail of ribbon flapping from one oxhorn, the glint of the sun off the bronze-painted spokes of the cart’s wheels. All of those details she might have set to canvas, with a small enough brush and a steady enough hand. But she knew even then that she wouldn’t try. There was no replicating her son’s smile, so broad it must have ached, or the dazed look of joy in his eyes. As if he were dreaming and praying not to wake. As if some curtain had unveiled before him to show him the heavens in shining vivid color, the world created for him anew. Someone else’s hands would mark him holy; someone else’s hands had dressed him in the dark Ivtouched robes, billowing out behind him in the breeze. He wasn’t quite tall enough. The hem was pinned up so it didn’t drag. Every few minutes atop the cart, Anna’s hand drifted down to hike the fabric up, more twitchy than deliberate, each yank a quiet spear through Radi’s heart.

june

please refer to my february comments on that list of ambergris’s.

Ambergris regarded them coolly. She had pulled them around the back of the orchestra into a corner: curtained from the rest of the room by a clot of musicians, the strings near too loud to speak over, the lanterns throwing warped shadows over the floor. “I apologize,” she said, slow, “if I startled you, Captain. I’d like a word.” Ichari’s heart still pattered at their ribs. Again they forced down the shaking need to wipe that faint smirk from her face. “You’ve had a few. You satisfied yet?” “Y-you’ve met my husband,” Ambergris said, “twice now.” So she had been watching, then, probably sunken into the shadows like a grotesque. “Twice too many times,” they said, curling their lip. “You aren’t impressed.” “Don’t let me offend your wifely sensibilities.” Ichari flashed their wickedest grin to see if she would squirm. “But you’re too pretty to go to waste on an ill-dressed fool’s limp cock.” Ambergris didn’t flinch, but her eyes widened slightly. Big innocent eyes, Sascha’s eyes, with all the guilelessness of a kitten. “Am I?” “Too good for him? I’m sorry you had to find out this way, duchess.” “Not duchess,” Ambergris said, “yet. I find—I know I’m too good. Am I pretty.”

july

more backstory, this time in second person about ambergris’s mother, who gets a POV in the book proper. not a very fun POV, but there's generational trauma to explore. creusa is the doctor that's been called in to help jonquilla through a miscarriage; she is gnc as fuck (jonquilla voice: you're insane).

Four weeks Creusa tends your bedside—four fuzzy weeks drifting in and out of fever, your thoughts racing like loosed horses, as you bleed out the last of your hoped-for heir. You loathe her for it, with a bright-hot intensity you can only grasp for moments at a time between unconsciousnesses. You loathe her for daring to pity you, for helping you sit up to drink down your pain relief; you loathe her for doing it well. You loathe her because she is fresh and young and rosy-cheeked and you are soft and lumpy and pathetic. You loathe her because she is beautiful despite all she does to destroy it, despite the way she prowls the manor in trousers, despite the fact that you have never once seen her suck in her stomach. Beautiful the way you were mere years ago. Beautiful enough to make breath catch when those worn fingers tuck her shorn hair behind her ears. What gives her the right to see you like this? What gives her the right to sprawl out in your home, in your chambers, in all her impropriety? What gives her the right to choose to be—this? Does she have a husband somewhere who lets her run free? Children she tends to with the same slight curve of a smile she gives you? Sisters? Brothers? Who does she fall into bed with at night? You want to step inside her skin, to pry it up, to take her apart and see how her heart beats. She’s had her hands in enough of your blood. You want to hold her organs. Your dreams come in tatters. Your stomach swollen to bursting again. The endless hallways. Dittany soaring away from you. Children squirming in your gut. Creusa stroking your hair. Sometimes those are not dreams, you think; sometimes your eyes flutter open and she is there, patient, quiet, calm. As she always is, except for the crease in her soft rose-petal lips, because when you are asleep she does not smile at you. She watches you as if she is afraid for you. She watches you as if she is guilty of something. There are other dreams, too. Dreams you refuse to remember.

august

in august i had a Medical Experience. but first i finished the draft of godsong2, because i never fucking lose. this bit is from the very last scene, where no one is doing well.

Most days she shaved her face each day after morningsong, when she had the strength and a passable mirror. In Ivander she had not needed to, but she liked the look of it, the cleanness; in Armindale Manor she had been particularly careful. Sascha must have noticed, or picked it up from her face, because he scrambled wobbling back to his feet. “I’ll fetch a razor, eh?” “Sascha—” Ichari started, but Sascha waved a hand. “I’ll do it, Anna,” he said, earnest. Her twinge of warmth was faint; she inclined her head slightly. They had done something like this before, Sascha scrunching up next to her to wind his fingers through her hair—hair, Anna realized distantly, that was soot-choked and tangled now. He had spun her waves into a thick braid, then a number of tiny ones, chattering all the while; she had repaid him for it once with a spiraling swirl of mehndi across each of his fluttery hands. Now, though, when he held the razor up to her face, there was a new trepidation in the set of his lips. It took Anna too many sticky seconds to realize he was trying and failing to settle the terrible shake in his hands. “Sorry,” he said, blanching, when Anna looked at him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I…” “Armindale,” Ichari said, soft. Gentler than she had ever heard his name in their voice. They held out a palm. “S’okay.” Anna tilted her face toward them. Sascha scooted back to wrap his arms around his knees and watch Ichari sliver the hair from her chin, one hand braced against her cheek, their hands callused and cold and kind.

september

and we've reached the part of the year where school hit me like a Fucking Train. here's some carronash. that is, MILF julius caesar x neopronouns mark antony, in an extremely uneven borderline-religious-worship dynamic that has swallowed the latter's entire life (more about their deal here). you know, out of context here, they almost look sweet.

Ash shut xir eyes so xe wouldn’t see her hear it, and xe croaked, “I need a drink.” Her chest rose and fell beneath xim in silence. Somewhere beyond xir walls, a cart rattled over the streets. “I know,” Ash said, panic starting to rise cold in xir throat. “I know—I know, but it hurts, I need a drink, Julienne, it hurts, I think I’m going to die. I think I might fucking die.” I know you do, she had said the last time xe’d told her xe needed a drink. I know you do. I know you know why it’s a bad idea. And she had kissed xir forehead like an anointment and held xim when xe shook with frustrated sobs. Nothing now. Just her hand combing through xir curls. “Julienne,” Ash said, near a whine, the craving a spidery itch beneath xir skin. “Ash,” Julienne said. “Am I asking too much of you?” It didn’t sound like a condemnation. Xir insides curled anyway. “No,” xe said, small as a scolded child. “No, I just—I just…” “If it’s too much,” she said, soft. “If you can’t bear it. There’s no shame in that.”

october

i posted this poem here, but we’ll see it again! i think it’s kind of heavy-handed, but that's what happens when you try to articulate an insanity.

2:35 grindstone // max franciscovich there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand. i hold it by the blade. when i squeeze the blood runs down through the webbings of my fingers and the sting is hot. if i uncurl my fingers i will let go of the knife and it will not hurt. if i let go of the knife i will forget pain. suffering and fear will dull and scab over and my eyes will close. when i squeeze i remember it hurts. i remember i am dangerous. my eyes can close. i can cut with a touch. if i let go of the knife it will not hurt to make a fist. if i let go of the knife i will make a fist. if i let go of the knife in my hand i will forget there is a knife in my hand. when i squeeze the sting whets my thoughts and i see the world in all its brutal glory and i touch nothing i could ruin. there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand.

november

no nano this year :( i was being crushed by school and mentals, unfortunately. which sucks, because i've had a streak since 2018! but alas. next year. i did write a little more godsongverse backstory, set in anna's old city and starring the book's hector and andromache figures (ira and lucia, respectively; imi and nia are their twin toddlers).

Here was a part of the war that would not be told: that sometimes it would be late, very late, the sun sunken into the earth and the children in bed, before Ira came home. That Imi and Nia were asleep, Lucia suspected, was not an effect but a reason, because sometimes her heart-knit lover was nigh unrecognizable in the doorway, hunched and haggard, bathed in gore, and the twins would have been terrified. Blasphemous, maybe, for Lucia to see the dried blood cracking in rivulets on Ira’s skin and think of Iv’s shattered face. But even blasphemy was better than the other reason she shied from the thought—that likening Ira to the holiest of martyrs felt like giving up. Giving into what she suspected everyone else already thought inevitable. After the first night she had stopped fearing the worst. There would have been no missing the uproar in the city. Her fears were simpler: how much blood there might be, how many times Ira would wake in the night. But unless the wailing rose high enough to shake the temple down, the sixth wall of Ivander stood, and Lucia sat at home with the spinning and waited.

december

and… would you look at that, more godsong. i did write non-godsong things this year! but most of them are short stories i'm hoping to send out for publication, so i'm not keen on sharing yet. this, however, is literally a godsong x hadestown AU that i’ve been calling spadestown, and if i ever finish it i Will be posting it here. in a beautiful alternate world, godsong is an annaspades romcom. (it's not even that in this AU.)

Lying on the bed watching Anna write, Spades said, “You know xim. The queen.” Not an accusation, exactly. But a search for solid ground, an escape from the ice shifting under her. At the desk, Anna tapped the end of his pen against his lips. Distracting lips, unfairly plush. “Yes,” he said after an absent moment. “It is—natural. Xe returns every summer.” “Only here?” “As far back as I remember.” Anna blinked; Spades watched it sink in. “But not where you come from.” Spades shrugged. There were gods where she had come from, too. Not the sort one poured drinks for. “I suppose we can’t all be holy,” she said, reaching out across the narrow span of the room to his chair. Anna took her hand, his skin warm against hers, his pen calluses already familiar—the tip of his second finger, the inside of his third. When she closed her eyes, Ash’s grin flashed behind her lids. Xe must have known who she was. Gods always knew. “Sing it again,” she said, patting the bed beside her. Anna was staring at the page. He hummed another bar under his breath. Spades thought she might have to get up, to close the journal for him, to slip the pen from his hands and kiss him and hope he kissed back instead of dreaming louder. Then Anna said, “Sing what?” Spades tipped his chair back to hear him yelp. “What do you think, dipshit?” “My song?” Anna said, and there was his little winking smile. “Or our wedding hymn?” There was only one bed in the attic room, so they slept curled together. Invariably Spades woke with silky hair in her mouth. Not bad, she figured, for a night always warm.

and that's a wrap! i know i didn't post much this year, but i'm still hard at work at various odds and ends. thank you for sticking around, and i hope everyone reading this has a wonderful 2024!

#max.txt #max actually writes #year in review #okay tags time innit.#godsong tag #anna ivtouched #ichari felidore #sascha armindale #ambergris armindale #jonquilla armindale #julienne carron #ash pyrris #hellenira ivtouched #lucia tag #< poor girl doesn't have a last name yet. that's on me #cinquedea spades

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #revs rambles

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OK, now for the actual reason Rakha even came in here, which was definitely not to make snake-related moral decisions.

Hi Nettie!

Rakha was very patient while Nettie dealt with the bird healing, although she definitely stood slightly too close and just sort of stared at the whole process, fascinated by watching the ripple of the healing magic play out through the bird and the Weave around it.

"Now, what was it you needed?"

"I need help. Now."

One of Rakha's defining characteristics is starting to be that she simply does not sugar-coat things or try to shy away from facts about herself or the situation. Her policy seems to be - this is the state of things and it's up to you to decide how you want to react to that, and if you make it a problem, that's on you.

In this way, I suppose, she is somewhat like Hector in his compulsive honesty, although for her it is less a moral stance and more of a practical one.

In any event, she is pretty straightforward about the parasite. Nettie says she looks healthy enough, but she shakes her head and answers matter-of-factly: "Everything about me is sick. The dizzy spells, the memory loss, the illithid parasite."

Honestly she's more concerned about the memory loss part, but Nettie (understandably) fixates on the parasite. "A tadpole? A mind flayer tadpole?"

"You know of them? Can you help me?"

Nettie hesitates, and her eyes narrow with a keen expression Rakha can't quite parse. Then she nods. "I... I'll do what I can. Come, follow me. I might be able to help."

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She leads Rakha into a hidden back room of the sanctuary, where they find a scattered workshop full of potions and medical accoutrements - and a dead elf lying in his underclothes on a table.

"This one had the same problem as you," Nettie explains. "Attacked us in the woods together with some goblins. Tadpole crawled out of his head soon after."

Rakha squints warily. Is this a subtle threat? "So you killed him and laid him out on the table?" she asks cautiously.

"No," the healer says with a slightly sad smile. "That was Master Halsin."

Halsin. They've heard that name already. Zevlor mentioned him - the druid leader Kagha has stepped in for. The one left behind by the mercenaries.

Nettie fidgets on the table for a moment and comes up with a thin twig a little longer than Rakha's hand, lined with sharp spines. "A pity you got me instead of him," she says quietly. "He understands these things. Studied them. Still... we have options."

Rakha's head swims suddenly as the beast whines... picturing the small woman attempting to drive this stick into Rakha's eye, to pry the tadpole out, and Rakha wresting it from her hands, turning the point and lancing it deep into Nettie's throat--

"What's that plant?" she asks sharply. "Will it help?"

"It might," Nettie says with a slight shrug. "But first thing's first. Tell me about your symptoms. Have you noticed anything strange happening?"

Rakha stares at her. Yes. Everything. She cannot think of a single thing that has happened in her memory that has not been strange. "I can merge my mind with anyone else that's infected," she says, choosing one item out of the tremendous array of options.

"Victims can identify each other?" Nettie says thoughtfully. "Not that the others know they're victims, of course."

This puzzles Rakha for a moment, but then she remembers - the corpse on the road. Edowin. He also had a tadpole in his head. His siblings said they followed something called the Absolute, and they likely weren't the only ones. Others of that faction must also carry the worm - unknowingly, by Nettie's description.

"How'd you pick up the parasite?" the healer presses. "Halsin was desperate to find where all this was happening."

"On a mind flayer ship. I was kidnapped and infected." Well, the kidnapped part is a guess, based on her companions' stories. For all she knows, she lived there. Or was born from that pod fully grown. It would be no less strange than the alternatives.

"A mind flayer ship?" Oddly, this seems to surprise Nettie more than anything else. "But Master Halsin was sure--"

She stops, then squares her shoulders and looks at Rakha steadily. "Look. You've been straight with me, so I'll be straight with you. You're dangerous," she says flatly. "If you transform here, we're all dead."

A pause. "But you seem like a good soul. You deserve a chance to save yourself." She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a squat vial full of green liquid, and extends it in Rakha's direction. "This is a vial of wyvern poison. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel any symptoms."

Rakha goes very still.

THREAT, says the beast, uncoiling itself in her skull. KILL. Half of her mind roars with eagerness to take the bottle and shove it into Nettie's eye socket.

The rest of her is stuck on the words good soul. Why would Nettie describe her so? What cause has Rakha given her?

Based on the current conversation, to be a good soul is to answer questions plainly and to swallow poison rather than become a mind flayer. But Rakha doubts that that is all Nettie means.

Perhaps, somehow, she means whatever Wyll meant, when he said she makes her own light. That didn't make any sense either.

She reaches out abruptly, takes the bottle, squeezes it tightly in one fist. "I swear," she mutters hoarsely, her voice tight with the effort of battling the Urge back into submission. The poison will serve some use, whether in her throat or otherwise. But she does not mean to die yet, not if she can help it.

Nettie seems visibly relieved. She speaks a little more about the research she and this Halsin were doing, studying the tadpoles and their hosts, who seem to be centered around a local temple. This is also - likely not coincidentally - where the goblins are headquartered.

And Nettie has an idea.

"I've sent birds to find him," she explains, when Rakha asks if Halsin could still be alive. "But they can't get close without goblins trying to shoot them down. You, though? You're one of them - technically speaking, I mean. They won't kill someone carrying their parasite." Her voice strengthens, warming to this sudden thought. "If you can find Halsin and get him out of there, we can discover what he learned. And perhaps he can save your life. How's that sound?"

It sounds disheartening, in truth. Lae'zel has had a plan from the beginning - the creche, and yet matters have conspired to slow them in that goal repeatedly.

On the other hand... this temple is nearer at hand. Halsin might have useful answers, if he is not dead, and Rakha craves answers even more than the beast craves blood - which it will also get, if they come near goblins again. And should Halsin live, it will trouble the plans of Kagha, which... her companions would find satisfying. (And so would she, honestly.)

"All right. I'll find Halsin," she agrees.

Nettie's expression brightens. "Thank you. It would mean everything to the grove. To me."

Rakha decides not to tell her that none of that figured into her planning at all.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #grove stuff is slow :P #lots of plot setup and no chances for rakha to do crazy durge stuff #i need to stop writing every single scene or we'll never get out of here #but also poking around in rakha's head is fun XD

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