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lazyneonrabbitt · 5 months

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Shared interest [Pt.2]

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.1] [Pt.3]

After the disagreement with your father you move into Daryl's cabin and become an official member of his pack.

🐺 🐺 🐺

“M’takin’ ya home t’ma cabin.”

Daryl was at your side with his hands on your shoulders. It was clear your dad wasn't gonna change his mind anytime soon so to avoid any further fighting he was gonna keep the two of you apart for a while.

A while turned into almost two years now.

Daryl loved parading you around like the most precious thing in the world and you became friends with most of his. You met a bunch of other werewolves over time including some girls and older women that taught you everything you needed to know to keep your lover happy, and made sure to share contact info so you’d have someone to talk to besides Daryl.

Daryl’s pack was officially your family now that you were marked and a party was happening in order. The girls had talked to you about the whole marking thing and the other stuff around it too, comparing it to human marriage, starting a family and all that. It was clear Daryl’s fiends weren’t at all people who spent a lot of time around other folk, all living on the edge of towns and cities and all knowing different trades to help each other out. Humans weren’t their forte.

So here you were, in a cut off top that covered just your chest but had your rounded belly on display for the pack to gawk at, and a pair of sweat shorts that the moms had brought you when the news of your pregnancy got out, which came quickly after you and Daryl had mated as part of the bonding ceremony. It wasn’t long before the ladies were swarmed around you, asking all kinds of questions and begging for the story of your mating might. “I.. We uh-“ You stuttered around the topic, hoping you didn’t really have to share it but right then Daryl swung by and draped an arm around you. He was clearly tipsy and his breath smelled of the moonshine that was brought in by one of the pack members. “Lil’ bunny here’s a lil’ too embarrassed. Lemme share for ‘er.” He rubbed his cheek against yours and held you close yo him as he started.

“Come on, Dee,” you called out from the back of the cabin. “The moon’s out, I wanna play.”

You were wearing a patterned sundress that flowed as you turned around when he came up to you. Sweats and an old rock band shirt on, bare feet padding through the sand up to where you were standing in the moonlight. He had a loving smile on his face, knowing what tonight meant for the two of you and even without any fancy dresses or party beforehand he thought it was perfect.

You stepped up to him and pressed your chest against his as you stood on your tiptoes. “You gonna turn for me, puppy?” You bit your lip and stared up at him through your lashes, earning a satisfied growl and a nod in return.

“Use your words, you can do it.” He continued his nod and spoke up this time. “Gonna turn for ya, princess.”

You pulled at the hem of his shirt so he’d take it off as you caught his breathing getting heavier due to the change kicking in. As soon as it was off you were grabbing at him, kissing and biting at his neck as he let out breathy growls right beside your ear. You let out a soft moan as you felt his muscles tense underneath your touch. Your hand rubbed at his spine as he lowered himself to his knees, hunching over your shoulders as you rubbed soothing circles onto his skin.

Your hands moved to pull the hem of his sweats down as one hand went to rub at his spine. “I wanna see your tail wag, baby. Get it out for me?” Underneath your fingertips his tail was forming and your other hand went to rub at his cock, earning a gasp and a twitch all throughout his spine as his tail came through, quickly furring over.

“Such a good boy for me.” You teased as you watched his tail sway from side to side and pushed at his chest, easily getting him onto his back as you continued jerking him off through his transformation. You bent over his body, returning to your previous actions at his neck and jawline, now covered in fur as his face morphed into a muzzle and his ears pointed out, you whispered right next to them. “You’re gonna bite me again when you cum inside of me later.” His panting got deeper as he growled in warning, signaling he was close. You sped up your hand and watched as he came all over his stomach right as his body started bulking out.

You took the moment to pull his sweats all the way off to give his legs the room they needed for all the extra muscle mass and fat and straddle his waist. His claws immediately went to grab as your thighs as you rubbed yourself over his cock, spreading your slick all over him. “Hn.. No claws, baby.” You swatted away his hands as you took off your dress and continued getting yourself off on his cock that changed shape along with the rest of him. “Doing so well for me.” You ground down on him, moaning and squeezing at his chest as you toppled over the edge with a loud whine. Daryl’s leg twitched behind him and his claws dug into the sand beneath him as he howled along with you. His head lolled to the side and his body relaxed as his shift had fully taken over, panting with his tongue out. “Oh no puppy we’re not done yet..” You leaned over and took his head between your hands and made him look up at you but he let out a whine in protest. “Poor dog, too tired to fuck some pups into me?” His ears perked up at the reminder and his tail wagged behind you.

A hand reached behind you to grab at the wagging tail and pulled at it roughly, getting a growl out of him that drew out into another howl as you positioned yourself on top of his thick member and slowly slid it inside of you. “Hah.. Always so big like this..” your hands rested on his thighs to give him a nice view of himself disappearing inside of you. “Such a big boy.” You gave his thighs a squeeze as you carefully lifted yourself off him and sank back down, a hand on your lower stomach where you could see his cock move inside of you.

Soft whines came from the beast beneath you, so easily overpowered with just the right touches. You leaned forward, moving your weight off your feet and slipping, sliding all the way down onto his cock, feeling his knot press against your lips and his tip press uncomfortably deep inside of you making you wince. Concerned sounds left him as a large hand wrapped around your side to pull you off him slightly until you found your pace again. Our hands moved to his chest and rested there as you used his cock to reach your peak. “Fuck you fill me good..” You hunched over further to scratch at his ears as he panted happily and thrust up into you, meeting your rhythm and

“Gonna cum for me, big boy?” Your hips were losing their steadiness and let Daryl fuck into your from below. “Good boy..”

Your praise went straight through him as he grabbed at your shoulder to pull you down and sink his fangs into you as his other hand went to your hips and shoved his entire length, knot included down your entrance and roared loud. The tight fit of his knot and his rough fur rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge with him, clenching around him even tighter, milking him dry. You felt him twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your womb. You panted as you barely held yourself up. “Such a good boy, making me a mommy.”

By the time Daryl had ended his tale you had ended up with your back against him as he leaned on a crate and rubbed circles on your belly, his head on your shoulder and a wide smile on his face. The group that was listening had doubled in size and you couldn’t help but still feel ashamed. You weren’t used to this openness about your relationships and especially not your sex life.

“I knew mah baby brother’s gonna end up with a girly tha’s gonna boss ‘em around.” A voice boomed from behind you. Merle had arrived unnoticed as Daryl was telling his very detailed story, earning him and you both a rough pat on the shoulder before being pulled into a hug by the eldest Dixon. “Aint’ judgin’ ya, a feisty lil’ lady like yerself’s good fer ‘em.”

A smile crept on your face, slowly learning to get used to all this closeness and now fully realising you were going to be entirely fine as the odd one out in this pack of rowdy dogs.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: slowly learning to not use blushing/red faces in embarrassment to be more inclusive as I saw some posts about it lately.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon smut #twd #the walking dead #twd x reader #twd smut #twd au #werewolves #werewolf

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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The idea was originally for my dottore fic but it got a but too long so I had to scrap it... So where else to share it than to you ofc (and the other dottore likers here)

I've always like the idea who works with/for Dottore. (This means you've been experimented/modified to keep you from dying, similar to the modifications he's made onto his own body) Ofc you would, you're his most trusted assistant among all others! Working with him though meant you partially work for the Fatui as well... As per order from the Jester himself, and sometimes Dottore, you're sent out on missions, but they're never big enough to take you too long.

One day though, after returning from a mission, you stumble inside Dottore's laboratory, all bloodied and littered with injuries. Of course, upon seeing your state, the segments go on a frenzy of panic, concern and rage. Everything else is forgotten and they're all immediately on you, and it was prettyyy overwhelming... Some of them are asking with concern if you're okay, and what hurts and if you could walk, others are scolding you for being reckless enough to get badly hurt from your mission. But you could tell they were all so concerned for you and they HATE to see you covered with YOUR own blood :(

I'm pretty sure you'll do fine, you have a bunch of doctors fretting and caring for you. A few segments are patching you up, disinfecting your woulds and wiping away your blood, while some are (mildly) testing your body and fixing the wires and mods attached to what's left of your organic parts... They're all soooo gentle and soothing, when you flinch or hiss from the pain, they're all frowning and muttering silent apologies and promising you'll feel much better afterwards.. Then they're 100% all making mental notes to make the people who hurt you for... No other reason :3

And then when you finally go to Dottore's office, covered in bandages, he's so fussy that you didn't call for him for his help. You try to reassure him the segments took care of you but... Yeah, he's pretty jealous and upset because he can take care of you 1000x better than all of them combined (he personally did all the modifications on ur body after all), but he's so glad ur okay and he's not letting you go outside of his lab for at least a month or so 😭😭😭

I just think there's something so intimate on dottore fixing your parts and body x3

OH MY GOSH YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS.... ME AND THE OTHER DOTTORE ENJOYERS ARE LOVING THIS

Aww yes,,, ;( I so completely agree, I feel like having *the* Dottore work on your body is such a huge show of trust between the two of you! Like, you know what he's done to other people, but you aren't scared of what he'd do you to at all, because you really do trust and love him that much. It makes me think of that moment in your Dottore drabble that I really loved, when he put his hands around reader's neck but they weren't scared at all, being more curious and sassy than anything, i LIVE for displays of affection (which, to normal people, would not be 💀) between these two like that 🤭 Okay moving on- yes yes I agree... sometimes Dottore wishes he kept you a secret because he doesn't like how the Fatui just steals you away from him at all. But he and the clones deal with it.

For the most part, you never needed to worry about injuries, as you were quite strong. It kind of comes with being the Doctor's lover... unfortunately, you aren't as calculating as he, and sometimes things go haywire. Such as this time... For the most part, you really have nothing to worry about, you have a bunch of clones of one of the most knowledgeable men in Teyvat healing you with NO rest or stopping at all. What other injured person could say they've been treated that well? That's right, there is none. Ahhhh... but they also don't have to deal with all of the segments talking at once and doing 10 different operations and treatments on you and asking you 15 questions per minute, and also them swearing to do *censored bad things* to the people who did this to you, and then them fighting with each other for asking you dumb questions and "stressing you out". Yes, indeed overwhelming, but... at least they are cuties and they genuinely care for you.

OMGGG IDEK WHAT I CAN ADD FOR THE SEGMENTS TREATING YOUR WOUNDS THAT'S SOOOO CUTE 😭❤️❤️❤️ I am just. Disintegrating. Them turning soft just for you and giving you that royalty treatment fr ;( ahhh my heart <33 It's not everyday you see the segments working in harmony together, but you know it's a serious matter when they are!

LMFAO I bet you'd walk into Dottore's office like "honey im home! <3" and he'll look up and see you just smiling with a bunch of bandages and he'd just be .... blank for a few seconds. Oh he is so fussy. Mad you got injured, mad at the people who hurt you, mad at the Jester for sending you out which got you hurt, mad at the segments who got to treat you instead, mad that he let you get hurt... reader get ready because you're not leaving the lab for a bit! Ahaha !!! 😅😅😅

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #banger idea from you as per usual 😤#the segments r so cute i canttttt #nahhh cuz no matter how much u beg ur staying by his side for a while 😭#and uhh be ready to cough up the details of the ppl who hurt you! 😅 though he'd just find them himself even if u refused

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lythea-creation · 1 month

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Psycho - Mariam x fem reader

summary: When Mariam is bullied again, (f/n) doesn't hesitate to stand up for her. But will it mean anything at all?

warnings: bullying

word count: 925

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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I was horrified to see Mariam's diary entries floating through the hallways. And all of that just now that she had started to get better.

I stormed through the whole building to find her and after a while ran into a bunch of girls in the bathroom, Layan in the center of course.

It did not take me long to realize that Layan was reading out Mariam's diary. I snatched it out of her hands before she even noticed my presence, taking her off guard.

“What the hell are you doing?”, she exclaimed.

“How can you even live with yourself?”, I questioned. “Do you seriously feel better by ruining other people's lives? That's pathetic. I can't believe you're all standing here and siding with her.”

“Watch out what you're saying”, Layan threatened me, getting closer by the second.

“Or what? I'm next?”, I challenged her.

“Wouldn't want to find out if I were you”, she alluded. “You know what I can do.”

“You mean hide behind a bunch of people because you can only feel strong if you have the upper hand?”, I shot back.

I heard some of my classmates gasp at my words.

Without any warning Layan pushed me forcefully to the ground, leading me to hit my head on one of the stalls.

“Who are you to talk?” She was towering over me now. “You're a total weirdo. You've no idea what life's like. By the way, did you read any of the diary entries? Maybe you wouldn't judge me then. This psycho is a danger to all of us.”

“Why? Because she has feelings that are not socially adapted? Oh, no! She wrote all of them down to work through them instead of living them out and hurting somebody”, I mocked her. “Unlike you who's literally hurting me right now. And none of you is doing anything against it. Just keep on watching and standing by. I wonder if you will hope for someone to stand up for you when you're in such a position.”

“The teacher is coming”, somebody suddenly announced, which led them all to flee the scene.

“Go to hell”, Layan remarked and kicked me in the gut, then in the face.

When the noise faded away, I could hear soft crying.

“Mariam? Are you here?”, I wondered.

“I'm sorry”, she cried.

I pushed myself up and looked around to find the stall she was in.

“Can you unlock the stall, please?”, I requested.

She did.

Her tear struck eyes met mine for a second and I almost started crying myself at the sight of her.

“I never meant you to get hurt”, she proclaimed.

“I'm fine”, I brushed it off, tasting the blood of my split lip. “It'll heal in a few days.”

I sat down next to her, trying not to groan at the pain of my ribs. I hated to admit it, but Layan actually had a pretty strong kick.

Silently I handed her diary over.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

“You know it's not true, right? You being a psycho. They are”, I noted.

She nodded timidly, like she was not believing it at all.

“You're the most inspiring person I know. No matter what happens you never give up. Even now that everyone's against you, you showed up at school and didn't take any shit from anyone. You're strong”, I declared.

“I'm not”, she stated. “But you are. You were standing up against Layan despite being at a huge disadvantage. And all of that without being concerned by it.”

“Of course I am. It concerns all of us when something like this happens. But especially me when it's about you”, I confessed.

“Why would you say that?”, she inquired.

“Because it's true. There's nobody at this school I care more about”, I proposed.

“But why? Sorry, I just don't get it. Didn't you hear them? I'm the last person you should consider at all.”

“Can you please stop talking yourself down? It hurts”, I declared. “It's bad enough that I can't stop the others from doing it. I feel so useless!”

“What?”, Mariam exclaimed, turning around to face me. “You're doing everything you can. How could you think that you're useless?”

“Well, obviously I'm not even strong enough to protect the person I love. So how could I not be useless?”, I ranted.

“You … you love me?”, she reassured.

Shit! Now I had completely lost my cool and was paying the prize for it. The last thing Mariam needed was to deal with letting me down slowly and preserve our friendship. But I could not take it back either.

“Yes, I do. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you now out of all times. You don't have to answer in any way. You already have enough to deal with”, I considered.

“If you were anybody else, I would think this was a cruel joke”, she pointed out.

“It's not”, I promised.

“You know … I feel the same way about you”, she confessed.

“You do?”, I uttered, surprised that I was getting an answer at all. Maybe I had misunderstood her because this was too good to be true.

“Yeah”, she confirmed, a soft smile taking the heaviness off her face.

I cupped her cheek and brushed her tears away, pulling her into my arms to further comfort her.

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Hey, I hope you're fine with the fact that they didn't kiss. It just kinda didn't feel right in that situation. Anyway what do you think about the Oneshot?

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #mariam x fem reader #lgbtqia #fem reader #angst #romance #drama #violence #bullying

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poorlittleyaoyao · 8 months

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I truly think mxtx’s intention was to set up a romance where wangxian’s appeal was one being a righteous cultivator and the other being one that fell from grace and how society and perception

both their own perception of each other/themselves and how others view them

was the thing keeping them apart and how they were going to overcome both these things

very pride and prejudice

and that IS what happened

but I think what she ended up with was something more romeo and Juliet - where the story is toted as a romance but underneath that it’s a tragedy, and the ending of mdzs is just too tragic bc the only ones who are arguably happy at the end are wangxian when the cast is so FULL

and full of people who only got unhappy endings or death

that last ramble got me thinking maybe we, the readers, have been looking at mdzs the wrong way. maybe mdzs is meant to be a tragedy and it just got popular as a romance. but I think I read or heard somewhere once that that’s the appeal of Chinese romances - a tragic ending with the implication that the lovers will be happy together in the next life

I hope it's okay that I combined the two Asks since they're so closely related! (Also--and this goes to everyone--if you're messaging me not on anon and prefer an answer privately rather than on the blog, lmk!)

This is interesting to consider, because my own issue is the opposite, I think: it's not that there are too many tragic elements in the happy romance, but that there's too much silly goofy trope stuff in the tragedy! I love tragedy. All my favorite works are tragedies! My all-time favorite TV show is S1 of The Terror, which tells us in the title card that every guy on the expedition is going to die miserably. I don't want everyone to die miserably in every work of fiction, obviously, but it's tragedy and/or hard-fought happiness that sticks with me.

So with the novel... yeah, all this tragedy happens, but it feels to me that it's pushed aside whenever it's in danger of harshing Wangxian's squee. I've already talked a bunch about Novelxian's past not seeming to impact him overmuch, in which case: why do it? Why do any of the plot itself, really, since nothing involving NMJ's murder has anything to do with Wangxian beyond NHS's prodding of MXY? Why have this elaborate tragedy of conflicting loyalties and betrayal and emotional devastation if we're just going to go "huh! well, that wraps that up!" and not engage with the fallout?

R&J's a good comparison, not because R&J isn't a tragedy (it for sure is!), but because R&J also has a lot of stuff going on and people like to argue about whether it's REALLY a romance or not. And like... it is. Of course it is. Romeo and Juliet's relationship is the relationship the text prioritizes. We aren't really meant to question the two of them prioritizing each other above all else. There are other themes going on there--to me personally, the play is a tragedy of adults failing children, because none of this would have happened if literally ANY adult had responsibly supported these kids--but the play is a tragic romance first and foremost.

But unlike MDZS, R&J doesn't skip on past the damage to other characters. Mercutio's death singlehandedly switches the play's genre from comedy to tragedy. Juliet continually struggles with the fact that Romeo killed Tybalt, even though Tybalt started it and he and Juliet don't have a relationship in the text. The play even spares some moments of reflection for Paris, even though literally nobody cares about Paris. Contrast all that with WQ and JYL barely being mentioned after their deaths, or LXC's seclusion being a nonissue. MDZS feels more like one of those weird problem plays, where a ~happy ending~ happens after so much messed-up shit that you're left going ????

MORE EMPHASIS ON THE TRAGEDY SO THE HAPPINESS FEELS BETTER, BASICALLY

#I'm specifically thinking of like... The Merchant of Venice #which has this gripping plot about a Jewish man finally lashing out against the society that's oppressed him and his people #so to many modern audiences the climax is the trial scene--which if you're sympathetic to Shylock is a tragedy #bc he is brought low and publicly humiliated and forcibly cut off from his community having already lost his daughter and his wealth #BUT SHAKESPEARE DID NOT WANT US TO QUESTION THIS EVEN A LITTLE BIT #so after the trial you get an ENTIRE FINAL ACT of the most tedious goddamn romcom nonsense put to paper #with almost zero mention of the trial even from Shylock's daughter Jessica bc Shakespeare meant this as a comedy with a fun happy ending #obviously these are not equivalent scenarios bc MDZS isn't out here contributing to centuries of antisemitism #but the TYPE of tonal dissonance is the same and the placement thereof is similar

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earlgreytea68 · 9 months

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Someone asked me how my nephew liked the Fall Out Boy concert! And did he want a t-shirt.

He luckily did not want a t-shirt. I say "luckily" only because wow, the t-shirts are a lot of money! I would have bought him one, probably, if he'd asked, but he didn't, and I didn't think he was into the band enough that he would wear it with pride around his friends (almost-teenagers, whatevs lol).

He did, however, scoop up a bunch of the confetti that floated our way at the end of the concert to keep for a souvenir, which was cute! I think he enjoyed it! He certainly paid attention to everything they said and asked me lots of questions about the band on the drive home (Do I think the guy in the hat makes the most money? No, they split it equally. How do I think he remembers all the words? He doesn't all the time. How did I remember all the words? I have worked very hard on basically ONLY listening to Fall Out Boy for five years now. If their first arena show was in Providence, do I think they went to some of the same restaurants we go to in Rhode Island? omg I never thought about that...). He said he had fun and he had a lot to say about it to his parents. And he did recognize some of the songs, I think probably from sporting events he goes to with his friends. He was also really into all the opening bands and spent a lot of time comparing and contrasting them and asking me how I think they decided the order and how did they know which bands were going to be there, etc.

He also, of course, loved being at Fenway and asked me lots of questions about the field and the scoreboard and the Green Monster and stuff. He's been to Fenway before but not in circumstances where we really had time to talk about the park, so we talked a lot about how old it was and what the names and numbers on the banners meant, etc.

He was also super-patient with me when I kept studying different merch booths to make sure I wasn't missing anything I wanted. When I suddenly found the magic 8 ball shirt at some random merch stand tucked next to a sausage cart on Lansdowne Street, I was like, "We have to wait in this line now so I can get that shirt," and he was so good-natured and really interested in people-watching and asking how many sausage sandwiches I thought the guy was going to sell, etc.

ALSO, best thing. When you get out of Fenway from an event, there's usually someone out there busking on bucket-drums, so I'm guiding him through the crowd on Yawkey Way and it's chaos and he turns to me and goes, "Is that what Fall Out Boy used to do?" and I'm like, "What?" because there are a million people around us and curbs and barricades and cars, etc., and I'm distracted, and he's like, "That drumming thing," and I'm like, "What drumming thing?" and then register the busker in the background and I'm like, ???? I was like, "You mean that guy playing the drums? No, they never did that." Because in my head I was like, ...how weird and random he would think Fall Out Boy was out here busking after concerts once upon a time????? And then he goes, "Well, they said that they used to play across the street," which they did, and they meant by that the House of Blues, which is literally located across the street from Fenway, and I knew that was what they meant, but of course my nephew has no reason to know that there's another smaller venue right there and so he concluded they just played out on the street busking for money and I just love this idea so much, imagine Fall Out Boy just standing on a street corner playing, Patrick Stump would CLEAN UP as a busker.

Honestly, he's a funny kid, though, so I think he was also extremely tickled by the city Target we went into that had TWO FLOORS lol.

#tourdust

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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year

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PART 1- Hermitcraft/ DSMP/ Life Series crossover AU

as excited as I am to write this, I’m a little terrified XD. some of it isn’t very good, but I hope you at least enjoy the character dynamics! there are SO MANY CHARACTERS- there has to be a p2 TvT

for @barley-hopkins

happy reading! ~ It’s been six months since a green portal opened up in the sky of Hermitcraft and dumped the entire Dream SMP into their world.

At first, things were hectic. Thankfully, Dream didn’t have any weapons… unfortunately, neither did anyone else. The Hermits, well along in their builds and season, weren’t quite sure what to do with a bunch of warcrime-committing psychopaths.

X and Tango’s rushed solution? Babysitting.

Every Hermit was assigned an SMP member or two, and they were allowed to do whatever necessary to keep them in check. They were only allowed to get materials if their Hermit allowed them, for the sake of everyone’s safety, until they could figure out how to get everyone back where they belonged- because sadly, as soon as the last SMP member hit the ground, the portal disappeared.

Some of the SMP/ Hermit pairings looked weird, but they really all made sense. Maybe it was rushed, but X wasn’t stupid. Really there were only a couple questionable ones.

It wasn’t like they were all complete strangers. MCC was obviously a thing, Puffy and Zed are siblings, Jevin and Charlie as well, Doc and Sam are cousins.

Still. There were struggles.

“Tommy, toss me that-?”

Mumbo was clocked in the head by a flying comparator, luckily not falling off his scaffolding. He did not catch the block.

Tommy, from the ground, was laughing. Hard. He hadn’t exactly meant to hit his mentor… but he wasn’t complaining about it either.

“Thomas,” Mumbo huffed, rubbing his head. “Thank you for guessing, very good job, but hand it to me this time, please.”

Tommy, still giggling, got up from where he was sitting on a chest and went to retrieve the dropped block.

Of all the groups, Tommy and Mumbo had taken some of the longest to warm up to each other at first. Well, at least Mumbo did- Tommy still saw him as an older brother from the one time they met, but Mumbo wasn’t exactly sure what to do with a raccoon gremlin child who was also a traumatized war veteran and has died several times.

Still, Mumbo warmed up to him. He could tell that for the most part Tommy meant well, and he was even able to coach some of the swearing and arsonist tendencies out of him.

It was also a plus that, because Philza was the only one the Hermits trusted, he flew around the server to check up on people and give advice to their poor Hermits. Tommy loved Phil (Phil was his dad, after all), and Phil was able to show Mumbo what not to do to trigger Tommy’s PTSD too badly.

Mumbo was still pretty much useless with panic attacks, but he’s at least good at distracting him. Plus he was very pleased to admit Tommy’s stressful/ depressed days were much fewer and farther between than the beginning of their interactions. Mumbo hoped he was contributing to that, but it might have just been the safe and (relatively) calm vibe of Hermitcraft.

He did not, however, trust Tommy enough to let him gather much more than iron armor and the blocks he wanted for his house, which Mumbo had to approve first. Maybe he was starting to like him, but that didn’t mean he was willing to get his head lopped off on accident.

Tommy retrieved the comparator and climbed up the scaffolding beside Mumbo. “Whatcha workin on, Big Man?” he asked, blue eyes wide and curious. Despite Mumbo’s best attempts, Tommy still couldn’t do redstone for shit.

Mumbo grinned, snapping the block into place. “A prank for our friend Grian.”

“Ohh, that’s why we’re over at his place,” Tommy said, sitting down on the scaffolding. Mumbo noticed out of the corner of his eye that the kid had chosen to sit worryingly close to the edge, but he tried to dismiss it.

“Mhmmm,” he hummed absently. There was a moment of silence as Tommy watched him work, but his nerves got the better of him. “You might want to step away from that edge, yeah?” he tried. It was windy and he’d hate for something to happen- no SMP members but Phil were allowed elytras.

Tommy’s bright smile faded, and his eyes dimmed. He glanced down at the ground, far below, fingers tapping methodically right on the border.

He shrugged. “I’m fine. I like high-up places.”

Mumbo sighed, setting down his materials and joining Tommy on the floor. He looked nervous, like he was afraid Mumbo might be mad or even attack him.

Phil had told him about this. More times than anyone would like, Tommy had spoken aloud about or even attempted to end himself on the SMP. Mumbo had hoped that hadn’t carried through to Hermitcraft, but he unfortunately had been proven wrong very quickly.

“Tommy,” he said, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible. “Come sit in front of me. Away from the edge.”

Tommy hesitated, but scooted over to sit cross-legged in front of Mumbo, mirroring him. He pulled his hands into the sleeves of his blue sweater nervously.

Mumbo smiled, recalling what Phil had told him to do at times like these. “Can you tell me about the SMP?”

Tommy’s face darkened considerably, and he twitched as if remembering being shot in the chest from the revolution. Or maybe he was recalling trying to save Tubbo from Dream. Maybe even imagining the last time he’d died, in that cell…

“Tommy,” Mumbo whispered, poking him in the knee. “I only want the good stuff. Singing with Wil and the other L’manburgians outside the van. Training with Techno and taking naps on Steve. Exploring with Tubbo. Tell me what you love about your home.”

Tommy came back to reality, remembering where he was, that he was safe. He smiled at the memories, although he wasn’t sure how Mumbo knew all that.

The two of them ended up sitting on that scaffolding for hours, exchanging stories. Their prank was ruined when Grian and Wilbur discovered the half-finished trap and its culprits, but none of them really minded.

All Mumbo cared about was making sure Tommy knew he was safe. Killing for objects and possessions was a thing he’d never have to do again; he’d make sure of it.

~ If anyone could keep Dream himself out of trouble, it was his rival admin.

Yeah, X took Dream. It wasn’t like he wanted to, it’s more like he didn’t want to hand that responsibility to anyone else.

For a while, they barely spoke to each other. Dream had to follow X around the whole time, but X was too nervous to do anything important, so… they were kind of stuck.

But X, being that ever-polite man he is, offered to help Dream build his first house. They couldn’t fly anywhere and they obviously couldn’t be separated, so that meant walking everywhere.

That also meant becoming the strangest pair of friends in… well, probably ever.

That, however, did not come easy.

“Dream!” How X managed to lose the most dangerous man on the server was beyond him, and while he trusted Dream at least a little by this point… he had to admit he was a little bit nervous.

Right as he ducked under a tree to check the forest, someone dropped right on top of him, flattening him to the ground.

Dream’s playful laugh filled the clearing.

“Dream-“ X wheezed, managing to roll over even with the other admin on his chest and pushing uselessly at his legs. “Off. You scared me!”

“I thought you were a better babysitter than this, Zuma,” Dream teased, standing and offering X a hand. He hauled him to his feet, only just managing to contain his laughter.

X dusted himself off with a huff. “I thought I didn’t need to anymore,” he grumbled. “It’s time for lunch.”

“Oooo, sweet!” Dream skipped off towards his little cave/ hut that he and X had spent days perfecting. It was half in-half out of the water, and full of green froglights. Dream was very proud of it.

Xisuma went after his friend with an affectionate sigh. Since the landing, it was a tradition between the two of them (at first forced upon Dream by X, but now it’s more enjoyable) that they’d have lunch every day together- food they prepared together, tea, and meditation. Sometimes other groups joined them.

It was to teach Dream to use his hands and mind for something that wasn’t malicious, although X didn’t tell him that.

Dream was already rummaging through his and X’s joint kitchen by the time he got there, sporting a neon green apron with flower patterns on it.

“Whaddaya think, X?” Dream said cheerfully as X removed his gloves to wash his hands. “I personally am leaning towards mac and cheese, but maybe you’re willing to put forth more effort than that.”

X shrugged. “Sure. I’ll start on the tea. Dandelion again?”

“You know it.”

The one thing Xisuma and Dream could successfully collaborate on is food. Building together was decent enough and caving is always an absolute disaster, but cooking they can both do easy- especially when they’re working together.

“So,” X hummed as they sat down at their coffee table, cross-legged on a couple of pillows on the floor. “Topic for today: what was the number one thing you hated about the SMP, so we can never do that here. Not a person. A habit you all had.”

Dream paused shoveling food into his mouth to think. If people were ruled out…

“Maybe…” He trailed off, trying to think of how to phrase it. X sipped his tea patiently- sometimes it took a moment to answer. “We fought. All the time. Which is fine, it was fun sometimes, but… it was usually over possessions. Land, and… discs.” Even after all this time, Dream still got twitchy when talking about Tommy’s discs. “I just don’t want to do that anymore, I guess. I lose people over it, and that’s more important,” he finished.

Xisuma thought on his words for a moment, methodically stirring his macaroni. “Do you think it matters less here?” he asked.

Dream nodded aggressively, nearly dropping his mug.

“Good.” X smiled genuinely, and Dream grinned back. “Don’t worry, friend. You’ll never have to fight over something as dumb as one item ever again.”

~ Maybe putting nine people, three poly relationships, in one place was a terrible idea. It was like the weirdest triple date in history… especially because they weren’t doing normal ‘date’ things.

They were pranking Docm77 and Technoblade.

”How are the creepers coming along?” Tango whispered into his communicator, where the rest of the group was on call. He and his SMPers, Sapnap and Sam, were crouched on a ridge near Doc’s base, keeping watch.

From one of the other ends, Impulse replied. “Karl’s almost blown himself up ten times, but Ponk is actually doing decent.”

“I’m doing more than decent, thank you!” Ponk suddenly interjected. Somewhere in the background, an explosion and high-pitched scream went off, followed by Impulse’s familiar laughter. “Karl!”

“Don’t kill my boyfriend,” Quackity added, joining the call.

“Nobody’s boyfriends are being killed,” Zed assured. “Q and Foolish and I just finished the gift box. Any sign of them?”

Sam checked his spyglass again. “Doc and Techno are farming tridents, it looks like. I’m a little scared.”

“I’m also scared. We’re pranking the man who has the dragon on a leash right now,” Sapnap whispered harshly.

Tango grinned. “Part of the fun. Might steal her later, too.”

“Bad plan,” Impulse and Zed deadpanned simultaneously. The three of them descended into some sort of argument about good plans, the other six forced to listen.

A gift box, with a bow and everything, filled with creepers. Not terribly original, but still hilarious, in Tango’s opinion.

It was a plus because, since team ZIT all had to take two people, they had each other to help manage them all for a few hours. And the other people dating each other got to hang out, which was more than Puffy and Niki could say for themselves recently.

When do you think they’ll be done? Sapnap and Karl’s communicators went off from a message from Big Q.

Sap covertly glanced at Tango, who was furiously whispering at his boyfriends that he makes the best plans. I’d say a while. Think we’ll get busted?

Techno would totally kill us for this, right? Karl asked. He was conveniently hiding in a tree from the six creepers aggro’ed on him, Ponk laughing at him from below and not helping in the slightest. Impulse was too busy laughing at his partners’ bickering to pay much attention.

Quackity grinned and waved at the tree he knew Sapnap was perched in from his place on top of the fake present. Zed was also whisper-shouting into his communicator, but Foolish was messaging on his as well with a dopey smile.

They argue worse than us, he messaged Sam and Ponk.

It’s cute. I think they’ll get married one day, Sam immediately replied. I’m so bored. Maybe we can convince them to do a sleepover tonight.

Will they say yes if I let Karl get decimated by these ten creepers? Ponk messaged. Sam and Foolish both giggled at that one.

Hopefully.

Maybe it’ll be a plus.

Unbeknownst to them all, Techno and Doc were well aware of their presence and plan. Gathering tridents was simply a cover-up for their own plan- and it seemed to be working.

“Are they still up in that damn tree?” Doc mused, hacking down a drowned.

Techno stabbed another with the (technically forbidden) borrowed sword Doc let him use. “Yeah, I can hear them arguing from here. What exactly are they trying to accomplish?”

Doc pointed at the present, which was barely visible from where they were, the three standing on top of it, and three more just emerging from the forest with an army of creepers.

Techno snorted, tossing a damaged trident back into the ocean to despawn. “Idiots. That’s a bad trap.”

“Bad stealth mission,” Doc agreed.

The two of them had gotten along pretty well from the beginning, pretty much unsurprisingly. Techno had taken an interest to the way Doc viewed laws of physics more as suggestions, and Doc was thrilled to be working with an actual PVP and war god.

Doc had listened to Techno’s stories about the SMP- apparently, disappearing into the mountains with your dogs and polar bears and father is an invitation to fuck with you. Thankfully, Techno just seemed to want away from all that- not to even the score. That made him easy to trust.

Doc let Techno do whatever he wanted with the promise that if he did anything wrong, he’d be tossed into whatever prison Doc could come up with- and that wasn’t an inviting concept.

“They’re moving, they’re moving!” Techno whispered excitedly. The three that had been spying on them through the trees took off towards the present, where the other six had gathered with all the creepers evidently inside.

He and Doc snuck around to a blindside. None of them noticed.

Techno lit a piece of TNT while Doc cut a hole in the wall. They tossed it in and ran- five seconds later, nine death messages filled the chat, followed by Hermits and others asking what happened in a panic.

The culprits, well, they were congratulating themselves on a foiled plan and extra kill points. They promptly went off to find a polar bear that could be Steve 2, unconcerned with the crater and half blown-up present box on their property.

Tango, Sapnap, and Sam had ended back at their base, thankfully. Zed, Quackity, and Foolish spawned where Zed’s last challenge had been, and Impulse and Ponk and Karl had been the unluckiest- a respawn anchor on the Nether roof.

They were all furiously messaging each other, asking who had set off the TNT… and the rest of the server had some pretty good entertainment by that for the rest of the night.

~ When Etho found Ranboo, he was sitting on the ground, playing with a sand miniblock and talking to his “chat”. Etho still wasn’t really sure what that was, but Ranboo assured him it was harmless.

So was the kid, honestly. Etho had chosen him because he could tell they gave off similar vibes- quiet, funky hair, doesn’t love people all that much aside from one sunshiny short brunet.

He’d been right, of course. Ranboo was chill, although those purple particles floating around and talking to him all the time were admittedly a bit nerve-wracking.

“Hey, Boo Boy,” Etho hummed, leaning against the doorframe.

Ranboo sat right in the middle of the glass atop the moss farm, his usual cloud of particles buzzing about the room. Maybe Etho was crazy, but he thought the nearest one to him was screaming something like “LORE??” in a tiny, high-pitched voice.

Ranboo didn’t exactly… have a mouth, but his eyes scrunched as if he were smiling. “Hey, Etho!”

“Hi.” Etho couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading beneath his mask. “Bdubs and Purpled wanna go caving. How does that sound?”

“Sure!” Ranboo popped up, scattering a cloud of particles that almost sounded like they were laughing.

There weren’t many people on the- well, honestly either- server that were taller than Etho. X, Doc, and Technoblade. And Ranboo. Which was baffling although not surprising (he is half Enderman after all), if only for the fact that he’s a kid. 18. Literally what. Kids shouldn’t be allowed to be taller than immortal people.

But that’s okay. Etho builds his doorways tall anyways, but Bdubs’ section of the house was a bit more challenging.

“ETHOOO! SAVE ME FROM THE CHILD!”

Speak of the devil, a familiar voice came screeching down the stairwell and someone rammed into Etho’s back. He knew who it was without having to turn around, although he wasn’t sure how concerned he should be. Bdubs once hid behind Etho for four hours because his SMP member, Purpled, had parked his alien spaceship over the Monolith and Bdubs didn’t want to be abducted. He’d once hid for five after Purpled put a purple bed in an otherwise all-pink room. Etho wasn’t sure where on the threat scale they were at today.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, MOSSY BOY! I’VE GOT SHEARS AND I WILL STEAL YOUR TINY MYSTERY FLOWERS IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!”

“Help,” Bdubs begged, hugging Etho around the waist. Ah yes, Glare blooms. Apparently, Purpled needed to steal them.

Ranboo peeked over curiously, although he was mostly occupied with his chat, which had turned rainbow colors- he’d explained to Etho that those were ‘emotes’.

The alien himself nearly fell down the stairs after Bdubs in his haste, nearly running straight into Etho shears-first. Etho caught him.

“Hey, Purpled.” he raised an eyebrow as Purpled hid the shears behind his back and grinned nervously. “Tormenting a Hermit? Do we need to get X?”

Purpled’s smile dropped. “No,” he huffed. Etho held out his hand, and he dropped the shears there in defeat.

“I told you, I’m a Glare!” Bdubs said indignantly, still buried in Etho’s side. “They’re just flowers! And they hurt if you cut them off improperly, so why don’t you-“

“You’re a Glare? Like a Moonbloom?” Ranboo interjected as Purpled and Bdubs stuck their tongues out at each other. “My husband is a Moonbloom!”

“Very nice, Ranboo,” Etho sighed, tucking the shears into his inventory.

So Bdubs and Purpled hadn’t quite figured out how to get along all that great. Not every pair could be as perfect as Etho and Ranboo, but they did have their moments. Whenever Purpled got itchy about building for too long because that’s all he did working at Las Nevadas, Bdubs was always happy to take him somewhere else to destress. In return, Purpled was sometimes less stubborn about bedtimes. Sometimes.

And then there was Etho and Ranboo, who worked in a way that didn’t need revision. Ranboo was happy to lay around and watch Etho work, asking the occasional question, and Etho sometimes took him to hang out with Tubbo and Scar- he really liked Jellie. When Ranboo had panic attacks or dissociated, Etho was surprisingly good at just… sitting with him and letting the kid exist in such a concrete presence. It’s proven to work pretty well.

All in all, though, Hermits on their own are terrible for caving. SMP members made things so much more… interesting.

“We’d better get going,” Etho sighed. “Ranboo, grab the torches on your right, yeah?”

“Okay!” he chirped, opening the chest and leaning in.

Bdubs unstuck himself from Etho’s side, but didn’t let go of his hand.

“Thanks for the help, sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning in. “You’re my hero.”

Etho huffed out a laugh, securing his mask so Bdubs wouldn’t get any ideas. “There are kids in the room, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Yuck,” Purpled deadpanned to prove his point, Ranboo sidling up next to him.

Bdubs blew a raspberry at him. “I can be mushy with my boyfriend! Leave us alone!”

“They can’t do that, love,” Etho whispered. “We’re stuck together, remember?”

Bdubs pouted. “Boring. Maybe after they go to bed.”

“You literally go to bed before any of us.”

“Whose side are you on?”

~ Aside from Phil, there was one other person the Hermits nearly completely trusted: Captain Puffy.

She was allowed whatever gear she wanted, including an elytra. Between her and Phil, it was like the two parents of their server were able to help out the Hermits whenever they needed.

However, she had a murder on record. Therefore, she still needed a babysitter.

Who volunteered? Well. He’s arguably the dad of his own server, so it really made sense.

“Puffy!” Sometimes Keralis called her other names like Poof or Fluffy, affectionately of course, but today it looked like he was sticking to the real thing.

He hopped onto the mini pirate ship she’d built in the river just below his starter place, and it rocked precariously.

Puffy poked her head up from below. “Hey, Keralis! What’s up?”

Keralis clung to the mast, waiting for the ship to stop moving. “Stressy asked if you would like to see Niki and George. I need to go over there for some things anyways.”

“Sure!” Puffy never missed the opportunity to see her girlfriend. Unfortunately it didn’t happen very often- several times she’d sulked about it not being fair how her brother got both his boyfriends AND babysat people in a relationship together. Zed only laughed, which had earned him an elbow to the ribs.

So Puffy and Keralis took off towards Stress’s place. It was balanced a little precariously atop a cliffside, but it wasn’t too high up. Puffy thought it was adorable how Niki and George had built little teacup houses to match Stress’s pot.

“Stressy!” Keralis sang as soon as they touched down. Puffy let him go hang out with Stress as she went to go find her people.

George and Niki were a little deeper into the forest, patching up what looked like unfortunate creeper accidents.

Well, Niki was working. George was asleep under a mushroom, leaning against the stem with his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Morgenliebe!” Niki called as soon as she noticed Puffy. “What are you doing over here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Puffy grinned, pulling her in. Niki had to stand on her toes to peck her on the cheek.

It was mornings like these, where the people from the Dream SMP could forget about the wars and death and life system, that everyone enjoyed the most- even the Hermits, Keralis had once told her.

It had been months. It was honestly doubtful by this point that they’d get back to their own server, especially because no one was trying to get that to happen.

Death counts, killing for sport, stupid object-possessive fights- all that was in the past.

The SMPers were supposed to heal with the Hermits, make genuine friends, fix broken relationships. They’d eventually move away from the Hermits, a little south, build their own village.

But it doesn’t work like that; it never has. Good things don’t last.

Along with several Hermits, more than half the people from the SMP were once again sucked out of the life they’d become used to and dumped into a new place. This time, it wasn’t a good one.

Etho.

Tango.

Bdubs.

Dream.

Tommy.

Puffy.

Scar.

Niki.

Ren.

Cleo.

Sam.

Ponk.

Grian.

“Welcome to 3rd life: an experimental hardcore server. You have three lives. Good luck.”

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I think I’m late to the ask game thing but if you’re still doing it… 002 for Puzzle Knight?

Never too late. I will answer as long as people send me questions because I'm a loudmouth with opinions.

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: I'm not gonna lie, I don't think any of the newer characters from the SK spin-off games had the chance to ruminate in my mind on account of them being the most recent batch of games from the series. And this is speaking relatively, but Pocket Dungeon is not what I would consider high in the story department. Shovel Knight games have always been gameplay first, story second, but the latter tend to be semi-involved for a platformer, especially compared to its 8-bit predecessors that SK paid. lip service to. Fair, Pocket Dungeon is just following in the latter era's footsteps and for a game largely meant as an excuse to play as a bunch of your favorite SK characters in a puzzle roguelite, it's understandable that narrative and character motives would be even lighter than the norm. My interest in nerdy characters tend to go back-and-forth, and traditionally, I generally do not lean towards Absent Fathers because they've historically been forgiven for actions that do not justify their absences. Fortunately, Puzzle Knight DOES have a damn good excuse why he's been away for so long and for the most part, I do genuinely love it when fathers (or father figures) are portrayed as competent, adoring parental figures, something that is very clear with Prism Knight (their ending scene is utterly sweet.) And hey man, he only ended up in the cube because of a rumor of a great treasure (a magical telescope) that he had planned to gift to his daughter. So, not only do these two have a good relationship, it sounds like Prism takes after her father with potential interest in the field of science. I'm also quite fond of his helmet because its resemblance to a keyhole is such a clever, appropriate visual design that encapsulate his entire theme. I do wish that he had been the final boss of PD and only the final boss, a byproduct of his time in the Puzzle Cube that slowly worsen his mental condition that only the heroes can break him out of (well, that, and Puzzle realizing he went too far.) I've had grave issues on the lessening impact of The Enchantress as the series progresses. When you have a character portrayed as competent and utterly horrifying, involving her in these inane little plots only for her ass to routinely get kicked does little for her credit. Maybe that's the point (YCG seem keen to keep her as a reoccurring villain), but until the inevitable SK2 figures out a way to keep her fresh (ain't nothing wrong with a reoccurring Big Bad; Ganondorf's been doing it for approx. 56 games and he's almost always threatening), it really sucks she stuck her toes in a game that really didn't need her (outside of being an unlockable playable character just for the sake of filling a roster, which, no problem with that, she's somebody's favorite character and they should be allowed to play as her) when Puzzle Knight as the true baddie through and through would have more than sufficed. And he is, indeed, fascinating, because for all his pleasantness, he's a shady motherfucker. His original goal was to literally trick whichever PC you were playing to take his place so he could escape. I imagine time spent in the cube has rose his desperation and even the wisest of men is wont of immoral actions after a certain point, even if said action is just to escape. So you got a guy who misses his family and just wants to get the fuck out, but is at the point where he's willing to be secretive about it. (Actually, I'm not sure why Puzzle Knight played along with his plans and pretended to be a stranger even though she had no motive or recourse to do so, other than keeping the plot twist that she's his daughter till the end.) Huh, what do you know, I had a lot more to talk about this guy than I thought. But for how I FEEL about Puzzle Knight? He's alright. I have a reasonably neutral reaction to his character: he's fine, but I don't love him, and he doesn't do anything for me to flip tables either.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I mean, probably his wife. I'm sorry, I don't think about this guy enough to wonder who else he'd fuck.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: In retrospect, I should have talked more about his familial relationship with Prism here since their overall relationship is very sweet. So, uh, see above. Actually, I love the idea of Puzzle maybe running into either Luan or King Mom at some point and just talking parenthood. I think it would be hilarious to witness a conversation on how Puzzle and Luan raised their children. Largely, I'm of the assumption Puzzle was traditional in his approach before he disappeared while Luan tried, but his habit of running off to steal (maybe to provide for Reize, who knows) with his boyfriend Donovan, meant HE was likely more of an absent father, necessitating him to place Reize in the Hedge family's care. Honestly, I love Luan a lot, but while circumstances are nebulous on how he parented, Reize is really independent for a child his age that I do wonder if a part of it is because his old man wasn't around as much. That's a lot to unpack, but not for this question session. King Mom would obviously talk about how she has overtly cuddled her child with hopeful delusions that he'll eventually achieve independence and go live his best life like she had (I still think she used to go on adventures), a dream that could only happen if she stopped coddling him and he, in turn, got over his own personal delusions. And then after all that chit-chat, Puzzle would just be like, "yeah, I think I'm doing a pretty decent job raising my child."

My unpopular opinion about this character: I mean, I don't think I have one.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: See above: he should have been the sole Big Bad of Pocket Dungeon.

my OTP: Uhhh, I mean, him and his wife????

my cross over ship: N/A (yeah, get use to this. I've done crossover ships, but not for any SK character except that one time with Propeller Knight and Drifter, Hyper Light, and that was just for funsies.)

a headcanon fact: Really boring one, but I think he teaches at a university. It's rare and I can't find the screencaps I took of some specific dialogues of his, but I recall they kind of imply Puzzle Knight is a bit of a pompous intellect. At his worst, he's condescending and boast about his brainsmart to whomever. His clothing, while not fancy in the way the nobles dress, seem to imply a higher status than most of the other medieval-lite denizens. At the least, it looks dignified and respectable. It's possible he got far purely for being a goddamn NEEEEEEEEEEEEERD. Also, his name is "Puzzle Knight." You would do well to rely on the guy who could crack every known mathematical riddle that likely earned him that title. He would absolutely be the type lecturing at a fancy ass school.

Fucking NERD.

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#shovel knight #pocket dungeon #neoyi talks

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Lean on me

Summary: Steve is too busy taking care of everyone else to remember to take care of himself. Luckily Eddie shows up just when it all becomes way to much.

Content warnings: hurt/comfort, trauma, nightmares, flashbacks, friends to lovers-ish.

Word count: 3966

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Steve’s mental list of things to do was endless.

It flooded his mind and caused it to start spinning in a way that was impossible to stop, hence why Steve night after night tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, trying to remember everything that he had to do.

This particular night, the list began with Dustin.

He needed to take Dustin to school, because Claudia's work schedule really wasn’t compatible at all and she wasn't comfortable with letting Dustin bike his way through town with all that had happened.

Steve also needed to look through the schedule at work to see if he could take some of Robins shifts since she confided in him that she could use a break, she really had been having a hard time since they came back from the upside down.

He needed to check in with the hospital about Max’s future discharge date, and the eventually changes that her home would need to accommodate to the state she was in at the moment, unfortunately he didn’t trust Susan Mayfield to ask these kinds of questions.

He also made mental notes to check in with a lot of people, at the top of the list was Lucas, who was processing a lot, trying to find a new normal with Max. Then came Nancy, who made the decision to break up with Jonathan and now felt bad about it even though it was the right decision.

Then there was the other end of the break up that was harder to keep an eye on, so he needed to check in with Joyce, to ask her to keep a watchful eye over Jonathan, cause Steve had seen him a while ago and he had a slumped expression and the reddest eyes he’d ever seen.

Steve couldn’t really tell if it was from weed or because he had been crying, but he guessed that it was a bit of both. He also needed to make sure to ask if he could help her with anything, cause he knew that she counted on Jonathan for a bunch of things and he really wasn’t in a helpful state of mind at the moment, and Steve didn’t want Joyce to feel overwhelmed.

Also whilst he had Joyce on the line he wanted to hear about how Will was, cause Dustin had mentioned that Will was acting kind of odd when they all were hanging out lately.

Steve remembered the conversation he and Dustin had the other day:

“ How were the boys?” Steve had asked Dustin as he hopped into the car outside the Wheeler house.

“They were good… I guess.” Dustin answered and Steve immediately picked up on the uncertainty of the answer and his brain had gone into panic instantly.

“What's wrong?” He asked, masking the panic that was already making his palms sweaty as he gripped the steering wheel.

“It’s just Will..” Dustin began but before he could finish images of Will under the mindflayers control popped up in Steve’s memory which made his heart pound impossibly faster.

“What about him, is he okay?!” Steve asked before he gave himself the chance to think rationally about it.

“Chill out dude,”Dustin said, shooting Steve a confused glare. “He’s fine, just acting weird, like not when its just him and me, then he’s the usual Will that we all know and love you know but its like… I think that he had a fight with Mike or something and its not totally resolved, cause he got really awkward around Mike, like he didn’t know how to act… Can you talk to him Steve?”

Steve had added that to his mental to do list right then and there;

Check in on Will (and find out if he has a crush on Mike Wheeler)

Another one that Steve wanted to check on was Munson, who’s name had been cleared with some help from Hopper, but who still got around town in a weary manner, hoping that not too many people would still view him as a murderer. Let's just say, Eddie kept a low profile. Which meant that no one in the party had heard from him in a couple of days.

That didn’t sit well with Steve, so many different things could happen to him during that time, it made him worry, probably an excessive amount, but who could blame you when it was over a friend who nearly died a few months ago.

Steve had visited Eddie 3 times a week during the time he recovered from his bat bites and had in that time grown strangely fond of the metal head and his antics.

He missed it, the way he could…relax around Eddie was different. He had this aura that sort of made Steve feel safe in his presence.

Steve didn’t know why he felt like that around him and that was why he wasn’t vocal about it.

The alarm clock woke him with a bang at 7:20 am. He had only fallen asleep 2 hours prior and was tired to say the least.

“Fucking hell” he murmured as he opened his eyes and saw the time.

He had the morning shift at 8 and had to give Dustin a ride before that so he was running positively late. Steve threw himself out of bed and shoved the first available pair of pants on whilst simultaneously looking around his bedroom for a shirt.

He was downstairs in record time and was about to head out when he saw the phone in the hallway and remembered that he had to call Robin before she left for school.

He put his jacket on with the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder.

It rang for about 30 seconds until a high pitched voice picked up.

“Buckley residence”

‘Great.. Robins mom’. Steve thought as cleared his throat.

“Hello Mrs Buckley, its Steve” he said, trying not to sound rushed. “Is Robin there?”

“May I ask which Steve?” The older woman asked and Steve wanted to let out the longest possible groan into the phone, she had met him multiple times, surely she knew who he was.

“Steve Harrington, Robins co-worker” he said, ‘and best friend’ he thought.

“Oh right,” the woman arrogantly replied, “I’ll go fetch Robin.”

The seconds it took for Robin to reach the phone felt like hours to Steve who by then would be late for work.

“Robin?” Steve heard her say and it became clear to him that her mother hadn’t mentioned his name to her.

“Hi, it’s me” he said and heard Robin let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I thought it was my aunt Mildred again, she’s trying to convince me to come live with them this summer and I’m so not up for it.”

“Ouch that’s sounds unpleasant” Steve said, without any idea of just how unpleasant aunt Mildred really was.

“Tell me about it,” Robin said, “What can I do for you this morning?”

“It’s more of what I can do for you” Steve said, “Í’ll cover your shift today, and I want you to talk to Ms. Kelly at school.”

Robin noticed the change in his tone immediately.

“Steve, you really don’t have too,” she began but Steve cut her off.

“I want too, I can see that you need a break Robin, now don’t even try to argue with me.” He said, almost scolding the woman on the other end of the phone.

“Okay Steve, I won’t, but I’m not sure about ms Kelly, I can’t even tell her a fraction about what we went through” Robin said, her voice turning to a hushed whisper, probably to not alarm her mother.

“We both know you have things that you can talk to her about” Steve said.

Robin sighed, defeated, knowing that Steve was right.

“Yeah, I’ll look into it.”

Steve knew he was doing the right thing by covering Robins shift but by his 10th work hour he was ready to pull his hair out of his skull. The stream of customers was never ending and Steve had to deal with everything from people who thought he care for their movie reviews to mothers who choose movies themselves only to return later and tell Steve off for not warning them that the movie wasn’t appropriate for kids even though the label said just that.

Steve was knackered to say the least, so when Keith finally flipped the sign from open to closed then he couldn’t have been out of there quicker.

He threw his bag into the passenger seat and turned the key in the ignition and nothing happened.

“Of course” he muttered, tears of frustration leaked out of the corners of his eyes as he hit the steering wheel, “please work with me.”

After three tries he realized that the car battery was dead and he had no other choice than to walk home.

Steve thought about calling someone that could give him a ride home, but didn’t want to feel like a burden, so he decided against it.

When Steve unlocked the door to the empty house he couldn’t keep the tears in anymore. He felt so tired.

Exhaustion felt like the norm more than anything else.

Every limb in his body felt heavy, the headache sat round his head like a much too small flower crown, nausea came and went almost daily.

But even with all these signs, telling him that he needed to rest, Steve couldn’t.

He was wired up, tense, on watchful duty, all hours of the day.

Steve couldn’t remember a day past November 1983 when he hadn’t felt like this.

It only got worse.

Even though he had been promised that Vecna was defeated and the gate was closed, he couldn’t truly believe it. Things could still change for the worse. After all, it had before.

Steves stomach grumbled as Steve pulled off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He glanced towards the kitchen, knowing that he should eat something, because the crackers he downed with a glass of water in Keiths office oh so many hours ago wouldn’t cut it.

The problem was the exhaustion, it was draped over him like a wet blanket and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he opted for an early night.

Upstairs, he noticed the walkie talkie that Dustin made him get when he started to get involved in all of it, and something in his mind told him to keep it close, just in case any of them needed him.

Steve grabbed it and threw it on the bed before he got out of his work clothes and into pajamas.

He went through his mental list of things to do and cursed at himself for doing so little. It also dawned on him that when the car was dead he couldn’t take Dustin to school tomorrow.

Tears threatened to spill over once again at that realization. How would he solve this?

That thought haunted him until he passed out, only halfway under the covers.

Steves eyes opened and he was back there.

He was held against the wall by the vines, and infront of him were them all, tormented by their worst nightmare. Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, Jonathan, Eddie, all shouting with hoarse, panicked desperate voices for Steve, begging him to come save them from the hell that they were enduring.

All whilst a voice that in some ways sounded like Vecna but in other ways sounded like himself, talked to him.

“You enjoy watching them suffer… admit it”

“You’re way too weak to stop anything anyways, so it's just better to let them all perish.”

“You are a sick person Steve Harrington. Watching your friends slowly die”

In the cabin that nowadays housed the two Munson men, a walkie talkie sparked to life in the middle of the night.

Eddie blinked awake almost immediately, cause the sounds coming from it sounded horrifying.

It was short sequences of someone screaming in panic and agony, only for it to be cut off before it reappeared.

Eddie recognised the voice that shouted and whimpered without missing a beat, it was Steve, and something was up with him.

The old truck's engine kicked to life not even five minutes after Eddie had heard the first whimper.

He reached the Harrington house in minutes, finding the door unlocked.

He heard him even though he was on another floor.

“Steve!” He called out, trying to make his presence known.

When he entered the bedroom he saw the man who tossed and turned, his elbow pressing on the button of the walkie talkie.

“Steve, hey, wake up for me,” Eddie said, sitting down on the bed, shaking Steve slightly.

Steve’s eyes shot open and he was shaking like a leaf in between Eddies steady hands who held his upper arms.

He stared at Eddie for a split second as if he recognised him until he seemed to sink into some type of nightmare or flashback again and he ripped himself out of Eddie's grip and threw himself out of the bed grabbing the nailed bat.

Eddie recognised the weapon, he had heard the story about how it came to end up in Steve's possession.

“Steve” Eddie said and took a careful step towards him.

“Don’t” Steve said and tightened his grip on the bat.

”it’s just me, Kay?” Eddie tried to reason. It was like nothing was getting through, Steve was blank behind the eyes, his sole focus was on the monster that he was convinced would bounce on him any second.

“You’re safe Stevie.” The nickname slipped out before Eddie could stop himself. To Eddie it was clear that Steve was having some sort of flashback.

“It’s coming” Steve mumbled, flinching slightly as he heard a branch brushed against his roof. “Gotta keep em safe.”

Eddie realised immediately who he was referring to.

“They are safe, I promise, and you are too.” Eddie reassured. He tried to read Steve’s expression, it still didn’t seem like he truly heard what Eddie said.

Eddie was wrenching his own mind, trying to find a way to bring Steve out of the dreamhaze that he was currently in. The realisation hit him just seconds later, it was dark, the only reason that he saw Steve at all was the soft light from the moon outside.

Eddie moved quickly across the room towards the light switch. The sudden movement made Steve flinch and grip the bat impossibly tighter.

The metalhead sighed at the sight and wished with all his might that the switch of a light would bring him back.

Eddie flipped the switch and waited for the light to flood out of the ceiling lamp. Soon he saw that nothing happened, so he did the rational thing, the same thing Steve had done himself years before at scoops, flipping the switch an insane amount of times, hoping for it to magically turn on.

The noise of the light switch only seemed to make Steve more anxious so Eddie stopped. In the dim light he saw the outright fear in the younger man's eyes and he knew that he had to do something, and knowing it was dangerous he walked towards him.

“Steve, your power has gone out, okay?” He explained. “That’s why it's dark and feels cold.”

Steve blinked a little as to regain focus, but didn’t seem to be all that bothered about Eddie approaching him, so he continued.

“It’s nothing that you have to deal with now okay?” Eddie said. “Wanna go to my cabin?”

Steve wasn’t really all there yet and everything Eddie said wasn’t registering, but he catched that the figure in front of him was Eddie and that he wanted to leave.

Steve figured that it was probably safest for them to leave, so he nodded.

Eddie was thrilled to have Steve give him some sort of response, so he stepped even closer and took a steady grip around the bat in Steve’s hands.

“I can carry this to the car” he said, not bothering to ask, because then Steve could say no.

Steve looked up into the eyes of the slightly older man in front of him and when their eyes met Steve’s teared up. Eddie could tell that he was afraid to let go of the bat, clinging to it like it was his only lifeline.

“The kids” he said, barely audible.

“Hrrm?” Eddie shot back, having not heard exactly what he said.

“Gotta keep em safe” Steve said, moving the bat slightly closer to his body.

“I know, sweetheart” Eddie said, the petname rolling off his tongue in record speed. “I know, but right now we gotta get out of here alright?”

Eddie looked at the teary expression of the man infront of him and hoped that his latest effort would be enough to get Steve moving.

He felt the grip Steve had on the bat that was in both of their hands loosen and took the opportunity to grab it.

“C’mon Stevie” he said with a smile. “Let’s get moving.”

Steve felt like he was walking in a haze, nothing mattered and nothing felt real, but the warm hand on the small of his back felt oddly nice and he never wanted it to be removed from there.

Hence why a slight pout formed on his lips out of habit when he had to get into Eddie’s car.

The heat that flooded from the car, combined with the rocking of Eddie’s slightly wreckless driving and the metal music that streamed out of the speakers, (which Eddie quickly turned down to a low volume.) all woke Steve up a bit and suddenly it all hit him like a truck.

He had not only had another flashback but he had also, somehow, without even realizing it, brought Eddie into the circus, and now made himself into Eddie’s problem.

Now Steve's mind was clouding up with something completely different, his parents and the phrase they used constantly.

“Don’t be a bother Steven”

It was constant, when he had nightmares as a kid, when he needed help or just wanted to talk.

He was constantly made to feel like a burden and a bother.

Right at that moment Steve felt like a burden more than ever.

It was in the middle of the goddamn night and here Eddie was, up,out and driving for no other reason than him.

The sadness that hit him at this realisation was of another kind, it was unstoppable, the guilt he felt was enough to eat him alive.

A heart wrenching sob from the passenger seat almost made Eddie sverve off the road.

“Stevie, what’s the matter?” Eddie said when he regained his control behind the wheel, gently placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

At first Steve didn’t reply, he simply just sobbed, because of the guilt he already felt and for the worry in Eddie's voice that only spewed on all of this even more.

“I’m sorry” he breathed out as Eddie parked the car outside the cabin he and Wayne lived in.

“For what?” Eddie asked with genuine confusion.

He looked at the younger man with such patience, tucking a loose piece of Steves hair behind his ear in an attempt to read the problem from his expression.

Steve lifted his head and looked at Eddie, as he decided to lay all of his insecurities in the arms of the metal head in front of him.

“I dunno what to do anymore” he mumbled.

Eddie held back a gasp when he saw just how distraught Steve looked. The never ending stream of tears combined with the red, sleepless eyes and the posture that made the man in front of him seem so goddamn small.

“Sweetheart, lets go inside and talk yeah?” Eddie said, and quickly got out the car, opening up Steve's door for him.

“Your uncle?” Steve asked, not wanting to bother another person.

“He’s at work.” Eddie reassured, “just you and me, big boy.”

Eddie could see the small smile that formed on Steve's lips at the nickname, despite the tears.

Inside Eddie led Steve to the couch and had him sit down whilst he got him a cup of water.

He felt Steve’s eyes on him at all times, he glanced at him, flashing a reassuring smile, the younger one on the sofa was softly sniffling, alternating between wiping tears away and fiddling with his own fingers.

Eddie handed Steve the glass of cold water and watched as it shook in his trembling hands.

“Carefully there honey” he said and rested his ring clad fingers on the bottom of the glass.

Steve gulped down the glass, hoping that the water would sooth his headache. He also found that his stomach fluttered and his cheek blushed with each passing nickname.

“Now Stevie, what do you need?” Eddie said after the glass was put on the coffee table to be forgotten about.

This set off another round of sobs within Steve, because the simple answer was, for someone to ask that exact question.

Steve didn’t know exactly how to reply, his already badly upheld facade crumbled completely at the question. Steve's body shook with sob, he wrapped his own trembling arms around himself, hiding his face in the front of his hoodie, trying to find a way to calm himself enough to answer the man who was watching all of this unfold before him.

“Baby,” Eddie said softly at the man in front of him. He couldn’t watch anymore, he could so desperately see what Steve so badly needed. “cmere, lean on me now”

Eddie shifted and rested his back against the armrest of the couch, his entire body facing Steve. He leaned forward and grabbed Steve’s arm, ever so gently tugging the man towards him.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he knew it wasn’t what he was supposed to do, but then again none of this was, so he made his way into the arms of Eddie Munson.

The metalhead wrapped his arms around him, and felt the hot tears drip down Steve’s cheeks, onto the old black sabbath shirt that he was wearing.

To Steve it felt unusual but strangely nice to just be held by someone.

Eddies deep breathing was rhythmic and calming, so to the extent that Steve found himself trying to match his own to it, and soon it seemed like the two were breathing in sync.

It was quiet in the soft lit room where the two sat, only the deep breaths and the quiet sob that didn’t seem to stop were heard.

Steve found himself pushing his face more and more against Eddie chest, as if to figure out if it all still was real.

“I’m here, “ Eddie reassured. “Do you want to talk? Or be distracted?”

He asked the questions whilst trying to catch enough of the younger mans face to be able to read his reaction.

“Uhm,” Steve said, before turning quiet, he carefully grabbed Eddies hand, twirling with the rings.

“What do you need?” Eddie asked softly, “I can tell it’s something.”

“I want to uhm, stay, like this… if that’s okay with you?” Steve asked, his eyes glossed over, almost expecting to get no for an answer.

“Of course” Eddie said. “As long as you need.”

Steve laid his head down on Eddie's chest again.

“Might want to stay here forever.”

Steve closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, this time without fear or worry.

Eddie figured that he could figure out what caused all of this later, right now he was content with the secure grip he had round Harrington and the calming effect it had on the man.

Anything else could wait.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #hurt/comfort #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steddie

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faithlesbian · 10 months

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fresh off my s7 rewatch i keep sticking on the scene after they find that potential that's hung herself in the night. buffy has to cut her down and bury her body in the garden, which is awful, but then she comes back inside to a room full of grieving, traumatised children, shovel still in hand, and says "anyone want to say a few words about chloe? let me. chloe was an idiot. chloe was stupid. she was weak."

for the rest of that scene she lashes out at pretty much everyone in some way with the reasoning that she's been "carrying them" and that they need to start pulling their weight. that scene is a tough one to watch just from how needlessly cruel she is to the potentials, watching them flinch when she throws the shovel she used to bury their dead friend is especially affecting, and while she's not technically wrong that willow and spike have both been holding back and not giving their all due to fear of their own power, verbally abusing them about it is really only gonna make it harder.

im usually a buffy stan first and a person second so watching her be so genuinely mean is hard for me, but the more i think about it the more i realise its not actually that ooc -- we know a major theme of s7 is the isolation of being the slayer, buffy acknowledges multiple times that she pushes people away and doesnt know how not to, the resolution of the main plot is her finding a way to share her power with the world. buffy's self-isolation and lashing out at her support network is an established trauma response that we first see in s2 when she's still reeling from being killed by the master. buffy in s6 had only recently started overcoming her suicidality before nearly getting raped by spike, so it's fair to say she's equally as unmoored in s7 as she was in early s2 if not way more so. in s3 she attacks a domestic abuse victim when she's struggling to come to terms with how she herself was hurt by angel, so her calling a suicidal teen "stupid and weak" after being suicidal herself actually does track. this is how buffy acts when she's at her most traumatised.

the thing that gets me about this instance compared to the others, though, is how bad a job they do at showing that. i think its pretty easy to say calling a suicidal teen stupid and weak is bad, right? doing so in front of a bunch of other vulnerable teens who are in the same boat is worse, right? no matter how unusual the circumstances, that kind of verbal abuse isnt going to help anyone "toughen up", its just abuse. but buffy doesnt apologise for any of it, willow defends her saying it, and i genuinely cant tell if she's narratively framed as in the wrong or not. buffy barely gets a chance to acknowledge just how traumatised she is this season, the PTSD symptoms she has from the rape in s6 just sort of go away after a while which is exactly how PTSD doesnt work, scenes like this get glossed over and used to build up to her friends kicking her out of her own house, which is such a majorly discoursed scene i dont wanna touch it with a barge pole but we all know that was not the ideal way to deal with any of that, right? the way she acts, which so clearly draws on how she's previously behaved when textually struggling with trauma, is never fully questioned or explored, leading to an ambiguous framing where an argument could easily be made that its meant to be seen as justified "tough" behaviour in a high stakes plot that demands it.

for the main plot to be resolved by buffy breaking the cycle that led to her original trauma, but to also fumble the depiction of that trauma an its effects, is deeply frustrating. because yes! too much had been expected of her by everyone in that room for too long! but part of the reason is her own refusal to ask for or accept help, and that distance between her and those around her is only made worse by her lashing out at them. and she deserved to process that in an emotionally cathartic way at some point before the finale

#buffy

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Phantom - Chapter Thirteen

*Short Chapter

Phantom’s P.O.V

Rushing to class at the same time was definitely going to make people suspicious. I tried to walk in inconspicuously but I felt everyone’s eyes follow me until I sat down. Pete was supposed to come in a few minutes after me to not bring attention to the fact that both of us were late.

Five minutes went by with me fidgeting then the door swung open and there he was. Phoenix and Coyote both turned around and raised their brows as if questioning me. I just shrugged and darted my eyes, a for sure tell tale sign that I was lying but luckily Pete started talking.

I glanced up at him and saw that he noticed the weirdness that was going on in the room considering the look he had on his face.

The entire class was quiet which was odd but then someone obnoxiously cleared their throat and of course it was Hangman.

“Sir…if I may, but isn’t fraternization between instructor and student strictly forbidden while at Top Gun?” A bunch of laughter belted out from numerous others but I suddenly felt extremely small and nervous, hoping no one would notice my reaction. I didn’t want to give anything away and if someone asked me about what happened at this moment, I wouldn’t be able to give a straight response.

Luckily, Maverick was quick to bounce back at that remark.

He placed his coffee cup on the desk and without hesitation, he said “Yes Bagman, that would be the case. Unfortunately for you and your….inquisitive mind….that was not what happened between Ms.Kazansky and I. Perhaps you should stick to training for this mission. It would be a shame to not have you as a candidate for mission leader.” Maverick’s signature smirk came out at that remark and several people immediately snickered.

Glancing over at Hangman told me all I needed to know about how that comment from Maverick affected him. Good, served him right for being nosy. Looking back, my eyes connected with Maverick who had that heart wrenching smile on his face and I looked down to keep from laughing out loud.

Rest assured, the lesson of the day went on without any interruptions.

Being in the air brought me a level of relaxation that I had never experienced anywhere else in my life.

Today’s exercise was a bit different from what we’ve been doing. We were simulating the canyon we were to be flying through for the actual mission, meaning high G’s. I’m pretty sure Mav was testing everyone out to see who would be the ones to be able to actually handle it and I sure as hell was not going to be put on the back burner.

I was going on that mission sooo that meant, compressed lungs, forced blood from our brains, impaired judgment, ya know all that fun stuff.

“Alright aviators….” Maverick’s voice came through comms and with enough self control, I tuned myself into my plane and not his hypnotic voice.

“Phantom is up first so….let’s turn and burn.” And with that, I throttled forward, pushing the plane back as I took off at a steady speed.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun movie #top gun 1986 #maverick fanfic #maverick x reader #maverick imagine #pete maverick mitchell #maverick x y/n #maverick x you #pete mitchell #pete mitchell fanfiction #pete mitchell x y/n #pete mitchell x reader

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walkawaytall · 6 months

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For the fic ask game you just re-blogged?

7. Your favourite ao3 tag. I have a guess about this one.

8. How slow is a slow burn?

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

7. Your favourite ao3 tag

Okay, so...favorite tag because I find the tag itself amusing? Technically, my favorite is a freeform tag I made up: "Hoth Turns The Rogues Into Feral Space Raccoons" and I have dreams that it will someday be a common tag (which I think requires 3 separate users to use it and tag wranglers to think it worthy of such a thing, so, you know, I'll keep dreaming), but as far as more common tags go...I mean, for hilarity's sake, I like all the variations of "no beta we die like __________"; I used to use "no beta we die like Palpatine didn't", which, considering at the time I had never used a beta, all that tag meant was "I probably should have let this sit a night and edited it one more time before posting, but I didn't".

Favorite tag that I actually search to find content? I think some combination of "Hurt/Comfort" and "Pre-Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back"

8. How slow is a slow burn?

Okay, I don't have a set number of words or whatever that define slow burn for me, and, frankly, I think some things that are called "slow burn" are actually just "will they or won't they?" but because they go on for like 100K words, people slap a "slow burn" label on there and call it a day. And I do think of these as two different genres. Like, a slow burn can have "will they or won't they?" elements, I guess, but I don't think that's all there is to it; I think of a slow burn and a gradual build to the relationship that just...takes awhile from the reader's perspective. If the characters both like each other romantically by like...5K in and then a bunch of stuff happens to keep them apart for 40K words...I don't know that I'd consider that a slow burn? It's possible my definitions aren't quite on-point; I don't know.

I feel like I just went on my slow burn rant instead of answering the question, but I don't have a set length. I think of a slow burn as a multi-part story and I think the ones I've read have all been over 100K words, but I think it's really less about word count and more about how long the relationship takes to come to fruition within the story and how the relationship comes to fruition as well -- whether it's done gradually or not, etc.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

All of my fic and chapter titles except for two (Speak Louder and The Short Stick) have come directly from the text of the fics in some way (technically I guess Reconstitution contains the word "reconstituted", but close enough). I usually know as soon as I write whatever the phrase is that it's going to be the title -- my brain just goes, "Hey, that's good and describes the story well enough" and whatever it is becomes the title. Though with chapter titles, it isn't uncommon for me to be skimming the text of the chapter to find a suitable title after I've already pasted everything into AO3 (but before actually submitting it); I'm not generally as worried about those (this 100% happened with this most recent chapter of Purpose of Heritage, "Open Communication". I had no strong feelings about what the title should be and just picked something from the text that seemed thematically on-point). And, with Collateral, I had the title before I actually wrote the scene where the word was used, but I had the dialogue in my head from the beginning.

The title I'm most proud of...probably Reconstitution because that one has layers, but I also really like chapter two of Collateral, which is titled "They Like Me Tragic" and is taken from something a very drunk and very despondent Leia says a few months post-Yavin. Also, I just like Confirmed by Sources Close to the Subject. It's kinda long but it's fun and it works on a couple of levels in that story and I like it.

Thank you for asking!

Yet another writing ask

#yet another writing ask #writing fic ask game #writing ask

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More Aphrodite hcs!

for @peggy-sue-reads-a-book. I really meant to post this last night and forgot I’m sorryyy

Huge supporter of sex work/ers. If she hears anyone bashing it, she puts them in their place quickly.

She wishes she could get into coffee because it’s trendy, but she just can’t. Her Starbucks order is usually a Frappuccino or a refresher. She loves hot chocolate, though! Especially with marshmallows :)

Has an Instagram account that is aesthetic asf, and it’s pretty much just pictures of her being hot and being on vacation. She has like 200 million followers and counting on there. All her demigod kids follow her and turn on post notifications to avoid getting the dreaded text of “like my selfie or you’re grounded for a week”

One of her worst habits it biting her fingernails, so she has her nails done pretty much all the time. The gods didn’t know about this habit until Hermes caught her doing once out of boredom by mistake.

Is very big on self-care, and not just for herself. She makes all the Olympians & her friends personalized sugar scrubs and face masks. She convinced some of them to try yoga. If they visit her, she reminds them to use some hand lotion that seems to be everywhere in her home.

You better pray she’s in a good mood when it’s her turn to play music via the aux chord because she listens to mainly pop music or sad songs. She has a 70 hour heartbreak playlist that is the most tear-jerking, gut-wrenching thing to listen to.

Huge fan of astrology, and since the gods didn’t keep track of what day they were born on — birthdays kind of become unnecessary when you live forever — she assigned them all birthdays based on what she sign she claimed they were. Nobody really cared that she did that and just went with it.

Hates fast fashion with her whole self, and while she’s has the money to buy expensive sustainable clothes, she knows others don’t, so when she’s done with a dress or shirt or whatever, she’ll donate it so some lucky thrifter can have it.

Can become a complete pest when she’s bored. The questions are constant. “Can I come with you? I promise I can help,” she’ll asks Hermes as he runs messages. “Will you make me a bunch of drinks and I’ll tell you which one I like the most?” to Dionysus, “What’s your book about?” to Athena who’s trying to read, “Whatcha makin’? And can you make me one?” to Hephaestus. Even Ares gets annoyed with her sometimes.

Demolishes the competition at Just Dance. She’s a natural at it and doesn’t mind working up a sweat in front of her peers if it means she’s doing good. “How does she have this much energy???” pants Apollo as he tries to keep up with a vigorously moving Aphrodite who’s going so hard at Bad Romance Extreme.

One day she got real tired and fed up with being called “dumb” even as a joke, so she told Athena to make a long and challenging, unbiased test covering a myriad of random trivia facts and school subject questions. Then she said only the gods who could do better than her could call her dumb. She studied really hard, and several deities had to shut up and sit down afterwards.

Sometimes she wears men’s cologne instead of perfume. She says it’s really fun to try something different and see who’s brave enough to comment on it, and that gendered scents should be worn by whoever wants to wear them.

Even after thousands of years being alive, she can’t pick up on subtle sarcasm very well. She finds it to be crueler at times than outright meanness, and she’ll get sad and quiet if she realizes people are mocking her. She’s sensitive like that.

She has a flower crown of roses that never dies, and she’ll wear it when she’s in a very romantic and happy mood. It somehow magically looks amazing with any outfit she wears.

Part I here

#Aphrodite #greek mythology #greek gods #incorrect greek gods #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #headcanons #Greek myth #mythology #classical mythology #incorrect greek mythology #cabin 10 #piper’s hcs

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vaal3nt1na · 9 months

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MEANT TO BE — nishimura riki x reader

thirteen — do u have gas money

warnings — cursing, mentions of food, mentions of throwing up

sunoo picked you up first and while the both of you talked about numerous topics, his text lingered in your head. sunoo being sunoo could tell something was on your mind, “what’s wrong yn?” he said as he quickly glanced over at you

“um,” you thought over if you should question him on it, you thought that he just said that because he knew of your feelings for niki. you quickly formed a rushed sentence, “what did you mean when you said that me and niki are your favorite future couple” you watched as sunoos mouth formed an o shape

he was about to shit himself, he didn’t want to tell you that it was because you and niki were pining over each other. you and sunoo never kept anything from eachother, it being impossible to hide stuff from one another so he’s amazed he’s able to keep niki’s developing crush on you from you.

“well you like him and i just think you guys would be cute together,” he paused to look over at you “plus you do have his initials and it could be a coincident because they’re are a bunch of people with those initials but i just think it’d be funny if he also had yours, y’know his birthday is next week and he’s turning 17 so he’ll get his initials soon” sunoo rambled on and you knew he was hiding something from you but didn’t want to push him farther as you had already arrived at niki’s house.

you watched as his mom waved at you from the front door with a polite smile that you returned as you waved back, “you took ages to come out” sunoo complained to which niki rolled his eyes at. “cause my mom kept asking me if i was going on a date and trying to change my outfit” you and sunoo laughed at that but you couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach at the thought of going on a date with niki. you quickly brushed it off and continued the conversation between the three of you until you reached the mall

“be safe guys, i love you bye bye” sunoo said as you both exited the car, “and call me when you want to be picked up” niki and you nodded and waved bye and walked into the mall together

you and niki had been walking around the mall for about 30 minutes, going into different stores and trying stuff on until you decided to stop by the food court

“what do you wanna eat?” niki asked as he looked around at the different places to eat, “i kinda want a pretzel”

“alright, let’s go then” niki linked his pinky with yours as you walked through the crowds of people, it usually wasn’t busy like this but it was a friday so it made sense.

when you felt niki’s finger wrap around yours heat began rushing up your neck as a grin formed on your lips.

you were too busy tweeting to realize that niki had already ordered your food and was about to pay, “i have money, you don’t have to pay for me” you said as you gently pushed his hand down, he only shook his head. “it’s fine, i want to pay. plus don’t you want that one shirt from the store we went to earlier?” he paused to give his money to the cashier before you could stop him. “you can buy it now, plus it looked cute on you” you were sure you were bright red now as you felt your cheeks heat up

“oh, okay” you didn’t really know how to respond, part of you wanted to faint and other part wanted to confess to him right then and there. “thank you niki”you looked at him with a soft smile, he noticed your red cheeks, anyone could and it made his heart flutter.

“just eat” he playfully rolled his eyes as you both sat down at a table

after eating you rushed off with niki to the store to buy the shirt, you remembered where you put it and quickly walked over to the rack and grabbed it.

niki watched you with fondness as you got in line to pay, anyone who didn’t know you two would think your a couple.

“you guys are so cute together, very pretty couple” the lady said as she scanned your shirt, your eyes widened and before you could correct her you heard niki say “thank you” before you quickly handed her your money and grabbed your shirt and niki’s wrist and walked out of the store. “why in hell did you say thank you? we aren’t dating” even though i wished we were is what you wanted to say but refrained

he only shrugged, “she said pretty couple, it’s polite to thank someone when they compliment you yn.” you rolled your eyes before deciding to just drop it

you called sunoo and he came in about 20 minutes. he dropped niki off first and once he left you told him everything that happened, from him linking pinkies with you to paying for your food and thanking the lady when she said you were a pretty couple.

sunoo was shocked to say the least because he’s never seen niki act so bold, “are you sure it’s the same person? that doesn’t sound like niki at all”

“i know! that’s why it’s so weird” you groaned as you slumped down in the seat

sunoo dropped you off shortly after.

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Do You Like it Here

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Summary: Tim is a weird guy. He never lets anyone get too close to him. But you might be some type of exception. At least you think you might be.

Warnings: It’s implied that reader and Tim are friends with benefits if you can even call them friends, there is NO smut though. Tim also snaps at reader for a second. Nothing much.

Author’s Snip: Don’t let me play Pork Soda by Glass Animals and Sleazy Bed Track by The Bluetones when I’m trying to make some content.

Notes: This was not proof read. And before you ask, yes this is set after the events of MH the series. Also, this is like... a smidge of angst to it but it’s kinda more like it’s accented

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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In the most bare bones explanation you could give about Tim was that he was your neighbor, your doors directly across from each other, and you two would spend time together sometimes. Though if you wanted to be more honest, it was more than just hanging out. But that would only be implied than anything if anyone were to notice the hair’s width of enfaces on the words ‘hanging out’ whenever you said them. You honestly couldn’t say anything about Tim himself if someone asked though. All you knew was some guy living in a bland mid apartment complex. But you had your theories.

Whenever you asked him about his life before coming to the apartments on the nights that you’d spend together, he’d just say that it wasn’t important or that it was nothing to concern yourself with. But there was this atmosphere brought on by how quickly he would say those words and the feeling that he was trying to light his cigarettes faster that gave those words the opposite meaning. He never makes friends with anyone. Always keeping people at the cut off of acquaintance, unless it was something like a boss or landlord. Pretty sure you were the only one who even managed to over step that cut via only having one foot past the line, but still being forced to keep your other foot at the acquaintance line. Honestly, you were probably only allowed to be one foot ahead because he wanted some type of company.

So the best theory that you had was that Tim was someone running away from something and making friends would have it catch up. What it was, you had no idea. But you guess Tim didn’t like it much since he’s possibly went and ran from it. There was the question that that brought on was why he felt like he couldn’t make any friends because of it. Which brings a new question.

“Do you like it here?” you asked, breaking a silence that usually comes up touched after doing what hanging out with Tim typically meant. “What do you mean?” he responded. “Do you like it here,” you repeated, “Is there a reason why you’re here?” you add. “Do I need a reason to be here?” Tim asked with a tone that twisted it like you were saying he didn’t belong. “Not really.” you respond. “But a guy as attractive as you would usually have a a bunch of friends. Yet here you are, only giving people nods when they greet you and mostly keeping to yourself.” you remark.

“I don’t enjoy making friends.” Tim said. “No use.” he muttered under his breath. “And why is that?” you taunt. “Stuff happens when I make friends.” he said very vaguely but still sounding blunt, somehow. “And what ‘stuff’ would that be?” you remarked, not believing that this so called stuff was anything serious.

“It’s none of your business!” Tim suddenly snapped, genuinely spooking you. “Okay,” you say upon recovering from that brief surprise, “Sorry for wanting to know why you keep to yourself so damn much.” you mumble. “Don’t worry yourself about it.” he commented, saying the same thing he has on usual nights. “I was just asking to get to know you. That’s all.” you mutter. “You don’t need to know anything,” he remarked, “I’m just here. That’s all to it.”.

“And me?” you ask. “What about you?” Tim asked back. “If you’re just here and don’t like being close to anyone, then why do you need me to keep you company.” you explain. In the most blunt way Tim has ever talked, almost as if it was a response he had packed in his mouth, Tim responds to you with “I don’t need you to keep me company.”.

You don’t know what you were expecting but for whatever reason, that sentence hurt a bit. He didn’t need you? Even though so many times you two hang out it’s because he asked to. Just like tonight. So what? You’re a fix? Is that what you are.

“Well, okay then.” you simply remark. But judging by Tim’s reaction, you sounded upset. “That’s fine.” you say getting up from your spot. “Wait hold on.” Tim said trying to find something to say. “No, no. It’s fine.” you said as collected your things. “I get what you mean. Don’t worry. I get it now.” you remark, not really bothering to stop whatever you’re doing.

And you honestly didn’t. You didn’t stop. You just grabbed your stuff, not really having to walk of shame since you live right across the way.

#mh tim #slenderverse #marble hornets #slenderverse x reader #marble hornets x reader #mh tim x reader

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