#xxx don't be weird and make this about you if it isn't ; just look into the sources and enjoy ( respectfully ) 💕

[nunalastor]

Ask Compilation Because We Are TIRED.

@azzythestupid:

Last night i tried having a dream about radioapple via looking through all your radioapple asks on here 

I had a dream about blitzø and striker somehow

Anonymous:

Been watching Taylor Tomlinson's Netflix comedy specials and she has this joke where she talks about how growing up religious made her weird in many ways, one of which was masturbating wrong for her entire adult life. She goes on to explain that because her youth group was told that masturbation itself isn't a sin, it's the lust in your heart when you're doing it, she decided she could masturbate as long as she kept her mind totally blank except for "road trip thoughts (almost there, making good time)." Anyway that's Vaggie to me hjhjhb

@azzythestupid:

Ay did you answer my ask abt the "au where hh characters are in the place of hb characters"? If you did can you gimmie a link 2 it

@blaackbiird:

alla that little red Riding Hood ask but it's Hoodwinked

@xxx-angiedust

"creepy old guy" from beetlejuice but someone for me it's literal

'gum disease' which alastor canonically has black gums from a lack of hygeine iirc

also i love beetlejuice too i would marry him or alastor fr

Anonymous asked:

Since when did the cannibal colony get tumblr?!?! 

Anonymous asked:

Blood and cannibalism? Who started this??

-Alastors dick

Anonymous asked:

huskers-bar mom has got it going on~

Anonymous asked:

How Alastor hasn't given himself chronic wasting disease is a mystery beyond anyone's understanding. Either human or as a deer demon, he shows no signs of having gotten a torturous existence via prion.

xxx-angiedust asked:

if gay people don't exist, how are you this popular?

checkmate liberals

Anonymous asked:

Oh, they look good!

-Alastors dick

Anonymous asked:

I know where Eve went.

She was turned into a rubber duck!

Anonymous asked:

Oh! I've found it!

-Alastors dick

Anonymous asked:

B-b-bingus cursed alastor cat

Anonymous asked:

I feel devious, like I'm a little rat scurrying around when I leave a message in a blogs inbox anonymously and they only know me by some goofy ass name I thought up.

-Alastors dick

Anonymous asked:

I just got sent the something anonymously and now I must send it here.

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, let me know-

-Alastors dick

Anonymous asked:

I know you know who I am, I'm just hiding from the other people on this blog. It's like the confessionals, you see.

*thump* *bleat* *thump* is canon????

-Alastors dick

I usually hate swifties because of a expierence but ill make an exeption for you cursed mod

-😋

Anonymous asked:

Hii! How are you this hellish morning/day/evening/night ? :>

Love how you and huskers-bar have a ship name now😂

-🦋

Anonymous asked:

Just to piggyback off angeldust never forgiving Valentino and redemption/ forgiveness, I once had a pastor tell me that if I was unable to forgive someone who hurt me badly, then it was ok to just forgive myself for not forgiving my abuser. Forgiveness can come in many different forms and part of redemption is forgiving yourself 

Anonymous asked:

wsg

im the person that did an ask on the charlie x al and on how i let my friend used my acc

lemme tell u smth

I WANNA FUCKING DIE THIS FURRY ASS SHIT KEEPS APPEARING ON MY FYP

AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR VAGGIE😭😭

love u btw

muah🥰🥰

xxx-angiedust asked:

"why does everyone suddenly wanna get cartoon characters pregnant?"

i've been writing mpreg since i was 11

xxx-angiedust asked:

i need alastor's tentacles inside me

i need to ripped apart by them like rire in boyfriend to death

@fujillamaparadise asked:

Alastor + Loki = ??????

#nunalastor asks

[smbyt]

TF141 + König x GN!Reader who started the flame in the middle of the night and still be cheeky about it the following day. (P1)

(Vietnamese version here, English isn't my first language so I hope you guys could read this easily)

Including: Ghost, Gaz (in P1), Soap, König (in P2) Price (in P3 cause I wrote a lot for him @@)

Warning: swearing, a little suggestive (of course SFW, just flirting), mention about König smokes

Reader is their teammate (and secret lover, but reader is new to König), no pronoun or sign name, just some nickname like kid, princess (just for teasing, not related to reader's gender), rookie,...

This post (https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=251581517229194&set=a.603460821183422) inspired me so… here we are =)))))) 

Translated: A had done some stupid things that B had to wake up and extinguish the fire. However, the next day, A still winked cheekily at B and went: “Such a hot night, right?” (I do not sure that "hot" in English means the same with "spicy" or "sexy" but... I still write these things...)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Will be extremely angry and ask (bark) why you made the fire.

Grabs your waist tight and is ready to crush you if you don't answer honestly and "sounds right" about what you did.

“Such a hot night, isn’t it?” 

Now, you’re fucked up.

Ghost, of course, before punishing you with cleaning the toilet, will suggest burning something else that sounds "smarter" than the one you burned (to insult your stupidity, obviously). Even if you are his love for a thousand years, he still punishes you.

But if the two of you have xxx together, prepare, soldier, the next night Ghost will make you too exhausted to the point that you can not lift even a finger to burn anything else.

If you cry after being punished? 

“Now which is hotter? The fire you burned last night or your tears now?"

After the helicopter landed, you and the members of 141 all tiredly went to their rooms. Everyone was exhausted from the mission they had so the softy bed was the only thing in their minds. But somehow, you still had enough energy to bring a bunch of stuff to Ghost's room.

"What?"

He frowned at you, now without the mask making it easier to see how annoying he was.

“Can I sleep over? Will be good, won't disturb you"

You grinned and showed Ghost some of the sundries you picked up while on a mission. These are a lighter, a butterfly knife, electrical cords, a weird mp3, and other things that you will always pick up and take home whenever you see them.

Ghost rolled his eyes wearily, but still opened the door for you to enter.

You sit on the bed as comfortably as you are in your room, continuing to grin at Ghost while he uncomfortably took a look at his broken weapons. Speaking of, not everyone Ghost would allow to do that, because if it was anyone else, this guy would have kicked their ass out of the base since they knocked on the door. But you are different, a fool who dared to cut open his frozen heart to sneak in. And he could not refuse any request of the person in his heart.

You just sit and played with your stuff until Ghost has finished checking the weapons, and as promised, you just sit alone and didn't make any noise. Ghost went to take a shower, then tiredly laid down on the bed, right next to where you were playing. His big body wouldn't normally fit on the bed, now you took up a large space, so Ghost had to shrink even more, which was more uncomfortable.

"Don't break anything, you hear me?"

“Promise”

Ghost muttered exasperatedly before wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to drift off to sleep. The mission earlier had drained his strength, causing a man who had never known fatigue to surrender. Moreover, you were sitting beside him, your scent made him feel so comfortable that he just wanted to enjoy the night and didn't want to do anything else. It had been a long time since Ghost had formed this habit, every time he hugged you, Ghost just wanted to sleep and immerse himself in the presence of his lover, because only you can make him feel peaceful and relaxed.

Tonight, Ghost didn't dream. Dreams only existed when he did not do his best and not be exhausted. Ghost loved the darkness that surrounded him, the darkness that had been with him since he was young. Perhaps, if you were the person Ghost loved, the darkness was his soulmate.

"Fucking hell..."

The murky darkness suddenly had your voice, the voice panicking like the screams that Ghost often heard.

"My god!!!"

Ghost woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he saw was the bright light of the fire on the mattress, and you were trying to put out the fire with his bulletproof vest.

“What the fuck!?”

Ghost quickly jumped out of bed, opened the door to run to a fire extinguisher in the hallway, then brought it into the room, opened the valve and sprayed hard on the fire to put it out.

“You were not allowed to break so you burned!?”

"Sorry!!!"

You whispered a scream, and the chaos got the attention of the people in the nearby rooms. They ran out to see where the noise was coming from and discovered that it was from Ghost's room. You panicked, you couldn't let them know you were here, otherwise, your secret relationship will be discovered.

“Bye Simon, have a nice night”

You tapped Ghost trying to put out the remaining fire in the bed on the shoulder, and by the time people didn't notice, you blended into the crowd and pretended you'd just arrived.

"Ghost, what happened?"

“A mouse burned my bed”

…

The next morning, you were on your way to see Captain Price to report on what you had done for the mission yesterday when suddenly you saw Ghost walking in your direction. Your big boy must have had to deal with a lot of strange questions from teammates and Captain Price last night about the burnt bed.

You smiled, raised your hand to greet Ghost.

“Good morning” you winked, suddenly wanting to tease. "Such a hot night, wasn't it, Lieutenant?"

After your saying, Ghost suddenly grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall, his intimidating shape enveloped you. He leaned over in frustration, his hand gripping your wrist tightening even more.

"Fucking hell, why did you burn the bed last night?"

“I didn't”

You pretended to be innocent, blinking at Ghost - the man who was ready to tear you in half like the way he had killed countless enemies on the battlefield. But Simon can't bear to do that to you, he could only vent his anger by barking you in the face.

“You didn't!? Listen, soldier, I don't have time to joke around. Do you know how hard I have to explain to Price? You're getting me in trouble."

Ghost grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. The eyes were now burning like the flames in his bed last night.

“Say, why did the mattress burn last night?"

This time you didn't tease Ghost anymore, hesitantly answering: "Because I was curious..."

"Curious so you burned the mattress? Do you want to go scrubbing the toilet to get more curious about it?"

“I was just studying!”

"Study what!?"

Ghost angrily pulled your waist against him, crushing your waist with the squeeze of those strong hands.

You whispered: “Learn about something that can catch fire… like does steel burn…”

You felt the hand gripping your waist get stronger, maybe in a few minutes, your waist would be split in two if this continued.

“Then why…”

Then you heard the growl of Ghost, through the mask, you still knew he was grinding his teeth.

“…not the bed feet?”

“Pardon?” you were dumbfounded, trying to process his question. 

“SO WHY DON’T YOU BURN THE BED FEET? YOU FUCKING BURNED YOUR MATTRESS BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID STUDY!?” 

Ghost barked at you, fortunately, the mask has stopped the saliva splashing out from his mouth. It was clear that he had put all his energy into that sentence by the way your eardrums still vibrated a few seconds later.

You grinned happily, and stars started to shine in your eyes: “Because now I could know that mattress isn’t made of steel”

“You fucking know what?” now it’s his turn to be dumbfounded.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Gaz will laugh if you do that, laughing awkwardly and telling you to keep your mouth shut.

However, he will also have a headache about your stupid games.

Might hug you if you keep teasing him

Maybe lift you up to the table, and he will stand between your legs to retaliate.

“Such a hot night, so do you want a hot morning too?”

"Come on mate, I am not afraid of being caught while eating you out."

But surely he will be punished with you for your stupid games without any complaint.

However, you still have to have something to repay his patience. For example, another hot night, but figuratively not literally =)))))))))))

You and Gaz had been dating for months and he always pampered his lover too much. So tonight you wanted to sleep in Gaz's room and of course, this guy was extremely welcoming to you.

“Wanna sleep together?”

Gaz gently asked you, then comfortably took off his hoodie and prepared to go to sleep. You looked up at his thick muscles, shiny and juicy, making you forget the current question.

Gaz could feel your stare at him as if you wanted to eat him out, and that made him chuckle. No matter how many times you had seen his body, you still couldn't help but admire the juicy and thick body of the special force guy. Gaz flexed his muscles to tease you, and you two continued to laugh.

"Is it juicy?"

“Fucking thick, lemme bite it”

"No, need to sleep"

Gaz rubbed your head, leaving you alone on the floor, he tried to dodge your things on the ground to get on the bed, then lay down and fell asleep immediately.

Poor this young man, it must have been his recent duties that had exhausted him. He slept like the dead, nothing can disturb his sleep now. Only the sound of pouring water, the sound of tearing fabric, and the sound of bottles crashing together pulled him out of his dream. But he still didn't wake up, continued to cover his ears and fell asleep again.

After a while, Gaz suddenly smelled something pungent from where you were sitting. It smelled like gasoline or tar, but how do you steal those things from the storage? Didn't Price already forbid the two of you to come near it without permission?

"What's the smell?"

Gaz reached out to scratch his bare back, dreamily asking you to make sure you were okay. But he only received a simple answer from you: "Nothing, sleep well baby."

"Alright…"

Gaz trusted you and then continued to find the promised land in his dream. The two of you had fought too long together that Gaz was always willing to put his life on the line to trust you, and now he did too, trusting your negligent reassurance without even knowing something terrible was about to happen.

And then… something shattered!

After the crack of a glass bottle, flames engulfed the room. The heat and your screams made Gaz jump.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“IT’S JUST AN ACCIDENCE!”

You tried to open the valve of the fire extinguisher, pointing at the pile of broken bottles on the floor. Gaz opened his eyes, fuck, did you just make Molotov in the room?

It was a weapon with a simple structure but easy to make, also known as the Molotov bomb, and the materials to make them were nothing more than a glass bottle, gasoline and a cloth for the wick to burn. Gaz quickly helped you with another fire extinguisher he found in the hallway, and you two used all your energy to put out the blazing fire.

"STOP BEING STUPID, OK!!!? DID YOU HURT??”

"NO! BUT I'M NOT STUPID!!? ACCIDENTLY DROPPED IT!!!”

“NOT STUPID YOU SAY!???”

The noise of you two made people in other rooms run over to see, as soon as they arrived, both of you had put out the fire, and stood panting as if you were about to die. Soap went into the room first, grinning: “What are you two playing? Seems so fun. Why don't ya invite me?"

“Inviting you to burn my whole room?”

Gaz snorted, then suppressed his laughter and went to put away the fire extinguisher. He knew they were both fucked up for sure, you two would be scolded by Captain Price anyway. And as expected, Price arrived right after Gaz returned to the room.

"What's wrong with you two?" Price asked annoyingly, crossing his arms and looking at the mess you had made. Seeing that he was still properly dressed, he must have not slept until now, he must have been doing a report when he heard the noise and ran out immediately.

"Sir, I did some stupid things"

You stood up to report, then pointed at the bottles on the floor: “I was going to try to make Molotov cocktails, but I accidentally dropped them.”

“Did you hurt?”

“No, but Gaz lost his shirt.”

Gaz tried not to laugh, looked at you and tried to check to make sure you didn't have any wounds on your body. It is true that except for the dark spots on your pants, you have nothing hurt.

Price sighed at your annoyance, then carried both of you up to his office room so that he could clarify the matter.

…

The next morning, you and Gaz had to clean the toilet because of yesterday's incident, after cleaning the last toilet, you went out and winked at Gaz: "What a hot night, right, Gaz?"

He was cleaning the sinks and suddenly sighed, giving you a helpless smile.

"Shut up..."

"Come on mate, you were as hot as I was last night"

Gaz couldn't help but smile, throwing the washcloth at you. You jumped to the side to dodge, then waved the toilet brush as if it were a stylish handbag.

"What? You like it too! I have never had such a hot and passionate night like that, just only with you.”

"Oh please shut up!"

Gaz laughed and hugged you, then lifted you up and swayed like you were a doll, he couldn't stand the teasing. You two stood laughing for a while, then Gaz let you down, "accidentally" patted your butt.

"Don't do that next time, it's not safe at all"

“I solemnly promise not to burn down your room again next time.”

Gaz grinned, choosing to trust you again, his smile was so bright that you forgot you were standing in the toilet, not in a shining castle and Gaz was the handsome prince you'd been looking for. Gaz was exhausted with your game, turned around to pick up the washcloth to continue cleaning, but you slapped his ass: "Next time I'll burn your clothes"

And then, unexpectedly, Gaz stood up and lifted you to sit on the washstand, squeezing your thighs and pulling you close to his body.

“Say again, I'll give you an equally hot morning,” Gaz's voice was strangely hoarse by now, the hand on your thighs getting tighter and tighter.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear: "I don't mind letting people know that I'm devouring you at this moment."

And he actually didn't =))))))))))) break a leg!

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty headcanons #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #captain john price x reader #captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price #konig x reader #call of duty konig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz x you #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #vietnamese fiction

[daughter-of-sapph0]

1) Detroit become human was about how white robots have it just as bad as African American slaves. cyberpunk 2077 alongside its glitches had racist elements such as orientalism, demonizing black men in the main story, and a horrible implantation of black features in the character customization. the Stanley parable had an in game video of a white man lighting a black child on fire. all games in the grand theft auto series showcase racist stereotypes of black criminals. all south park games have multiple racist "jokes" that are just as offensive and stupid as the show. minecraft on consoles had skin packs, one of which featuring the main character Steve wearing an orange prison jumpsuit, and being one of only two skins where Steve is depicted as Black.

Black people have been telling you about games that are racist for years. but you simply refuse to listen or care.

2) BLM is not an organization that all Black people are a part of. BLM stand for Black Lives Matter, and is a movement, not an organization, that is against police brutality. of course you don't understand the difference between a movement and an organization because you think all people you disagree must all be friends and all agree with each other and are secretly plotting to ruin your life. there is that Black Lives Matter Global Organization Fund, which IS an organization. that is a collective of far-left anticapitalists activists who are part of the Black Lives Matter movement. but not everyone who is part of the movement is part of the BLMGOF. when you say "BLM has never done this", who are you referring to? all Black people ever?

3)

4) "sex class" holy fuck kill yourself

5) "wait till tras find out..." firstly, stop with the tra shit. say tranny with your whole chest. because that's what you mean. you want to call us a slur, but you don't want to face the consequences of calling people slurs. so you make up weird words and acronyms, which are just tranny spelt different ways. it's the same energy as calling someone a fag and then saying "what? all I did was call you a bundle of sticks! there's nothing offensive about sticks, is there?". it's middle school level bigotry. and it's pathetic and makes you look insane.

6) you're trying to make the argument that trans people don't know that markus pearson sucks. but minecraft is the most popular game in the world. every already knows that markus pearson is a terrible person. he's a stupid racist sexist antisemitic transphobic cunt and I hope he fucking kills himself. but a) he hasn't had anything to do with the game in years, and b) he isn't actively funding for the death of trans people.

I have my own criticisms of minecraft. mainly the antisemitism with the villagers. because, surprise, they were created by an antisemite. but despite trying to distance themselves from pearson, Microsoft has done absolutely nothing to change this gross part of the game. I have been vocal about this for years, yet people like you don't give a shit.

also, minecraft is incredibly popular with autistic people, and people who are autistic and people who are trans overlap a lot.

also also, Lena Raine, famous for her work on soundtracks for Celeste and Deltarune, also composed some of the best songs ever for minecraft. why is the important? let me direct you to the best and shortest "personal life" section on wikipedia I've ever seen

actual trans people work on minecraft. minecraft and mojang are filled with queer devs who actively support and are part of the queer community.

so when the current dev team of a game has trans people actively working on it, doesn't invite the creator to the 10th anniversary celebration, does literally everything they can to get rid of all mentions or ties to the creator, and have gone on record saying they want nothing to do with pearson and have cut ties with him completely, I think that means that the game is not transphobic like you want it to be. it's not that no one cares because "he's a man". it's that minecraft isnt a franchise that uses its profits to fund genocide.

also, as I was saying before, minecraft isn't perfect. it still has antisemitism, it still has a racist past, and it still has a shitty ex dev. and while they can't change the past, they can change the future by removing the antisemitic tropes that surround the villagers. yet they don't, and I am very vocally upset and have expressed my views on this subject many times.

7) but you know a game with far worse antisemitism? hogwarts legacy. far more antisemitism than any transphobia. this game is literally the blood libel myth of Jews stealing the blood of white children. the goblins, which have large noses and control the banks and have a shofar and kidnap white wizard children and are secretly working with the wizard nazis are quite literally based off the antisemitic lies and conspiracy theories of the new world order, blood libel, greedy Jew, and holocaust denial. even on their own, these tropes would be absolutely disgusting and repulsive to any person with half a brain. but even though this game has more antisemitic lies and myths than a 4chan /pol/ thread, people like you don't care at all. because "it's hairy potty! and I love hairy potty! the creator hates trans people and that's based ... uh... I mean... I have nostalgia for the series! (and I don't give a shit at all about Jews)"

interestingly though, when this was pointed out to you in the replies, you said "no that's not true" and "so what? that's no reason to get mad" and "actually YOU'RE antisemitic for thinking that goblins are supposed to be Jews". and personally I think that anyone who says that last one deserves a bullet though their skull.

8) also, I find it very interesting that you're complaining and crying and pissing their pants when trans people boycott one (1) game, yet they refuse to listen to anyone else, especially Black people or Jews, when they suggest boycotts, and also refuse to boycott any games with extreme sexism and misogyny in them, despite pretending to care about women.

I have never seen a radfem say anything negative about fat princess, the guy game, dead island, overwatch, persona 5, grand theft auto, and hell, even hogwarts legacy.

if you didn't know, this game was developed by people who were part of gamergate. and if you don't know what gamergate was, it was a massive controversy online where women were saying how sexism in online games is bad, and a bunch of men said "no, and you're wrong! my opinion is worth more than your lived experience". and then some of those men went on to make what you think is the best game of all time, that contains extreme amounts of racism and antisemitism, and sales of which are actively funding a genocide against trans people. but I'm assuming that none of those things are negatives to people like you.

tldr: op need to kill themselves

#dostxt #antisemitism

[donnerpartyofone]

This week I took my first home pregnancy test. It was negative like I thought it would be, and actually I have always had a strong feeling that I would have a hard time getting pregnant even if I wanted to, but I missed my first period since going on birth control 15 or 20 years ago so I needed to find out the deal. I have had a chip on my shoulder about the glib diagnosis of stress causing menstrual problems ever since the whole world refused to admit that the covid vaccines cause weird period issues--like if "stress" were the generic culprit on such a massive collective scale, you would have seen coinciding missed periods in the zillions when Trump got elected. But like anyway, it's kind of easy to say well, I just moved for the first time in ten years, and rent is $XXX more and I don't have a real job, and I had to immediately go to another country and deliver this whole academic performance thing, and I just committed to three (3) lengthy research & analysis essays due two weeks after that, and I'm about to start hosting the first fully-online semester of my horror org thingy, and I'm still dealing with the fallout of changing my asthma medication to something that gives me panic attacks and rosacea flareups which I'm on three (3) different meds to control, one of which gave me esophagitis and intracranial hypertension, so I'm on an extra med for that and having an indefinite string of doctor/specialist appointments to figure it all out. And I feel like I'm forgetting something even (and leaving out a couple things I can't announce yet), but it's fair to say I'm stressed. And maybe I'm also aging and my body isn't as predictable anymore. But some things bring comfort also, like my bizarrely stable husband, and our new neighborhood, and this necklace that my best friend gave me that her mom bought in Greece a long time ago, that makes me look like I'm wearing a chainmail camisole. And actually maybe I should just get some chainmail, I already love the heavy scaliness of sequins, and I bet it would have a pleasing thunderjacket effect to just have chainmail underthings on all the time.

#gpoy

[violetjedisylveon]

Intruder

Summary: Eda stumbles upon an unknown Island and meets a powerful kid she assumes to be an orphan raising their brother. With some insitance from a certain annoying bird brain, she slowly starts to build up trust between herself and the orphaned Collector.

Word count: 6.4k (totally didn't forget this)

Warnings: Swearing, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, denial, sick kid.

A/N: a 3/4 baked fic for a 3/4 baked AU! The Collector is a traumatized baby now, you're welcome.

He Hatched (art/AU explination), Eda raises two gods AU here. Ao3 link here.

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Someone was on the island.

There was a stranger.

They sat up and checked on their brother, he was sleeping soundly. He was a heavy sleeper. That was good.

They picked him up gently and carried him over to his little hidey hole, placing him securely in the soft fabric of their hat. He liked sleeping in their hat.

They scratched between his horns and he cooed softly. They chuckled, he was so cute.

They left him sleeping while they went to check out the intruder.

The Guard was making it's rounds. It must not have detected the threat yet.

Small rocks fell far ahead. Cursing followed, sounds echoing through the empty stone halls.

They snuck closer, flying so as not to alert the intruder to their presence.

They caught a glimpse of orange near the entrance. There was someone in their home.

"Who's there?!"

They backed out of the sudden beam of light shot towards them. They didn't like others in their home.

"Go away." They called out.

The light swivled towards them, they covered their eyes and hissed.

"Wha- you're a kid! What are you doing here?" The stranger asked.

They backed out of the brightness and got a better look at the stranger.

She was a witch, she had fluffy short orange hair, was wearing a lot a red, had an owl staff, and somehow had a familiar presence.

"I live here with my baby brother, we're waiting for Dad to come back." They said.

Dad is coming back! He is, he is! He's not the Isles, he's not! Philip lied. He's a liar, liar pant on fire! Dad's coming for us! He pinky promised! They swore to themself.

The witch gave him a sympathetic look, pity. They didn't like pity, they didn't want it.

"Go please, you'll wake my brother, then he'll be upset and I'll be upset." They told the witch.

"It's raining, kid, I can't do that." The witch gestured outside at the rain.

They cocked their head to the side.

"I can go in rain. Dad can too. What's wrong with you?" They asked.

"Your pop must have one hell of a protection spell." The witch chuckled.

"Protection spell? No, no, I don't need that." They shook their head.

The witch gave him another strange look.

"You are a weird kid, aren't you?" She prompted.

"Rude." They stuck their tounge out.

The witch did it back.

"I'll help you go." They said.

The witch was from the Isles, they could send her there easily.

"Bye." They snapped their fingers and she was gone.

The island was safe.

He was safe.

He would always be safe here.

XXX

Eda ignored the persistent itch in her mind to the best of her ability. The Owl Beast had been rearing it's ugly head ever since she found the island with that strange kid on it.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit concerned about them, they were young, about eight she'd say, and they had a baby brother, and they were living on an isolated, remote island in the middle of nowhere.

The kid had gotten her back to the Isles with just a snap of their fingers, whatever they were, they were insanely powerful.

Maybe that's why they're hiding. Most dangerous, powerful demons have gone into hiding since Belos took over. Maybe it's better to leave this alone. She thought.

The Owl Beast scratched at the mental wall between them, surfacing again. Shit, the bird brain was getting annoying.

That kid's dad probably isn't coming back. She sighed.

It was a very high likelyhood that the kid's dad was dead somewhere. She could only assume that they had no other parent as she would've seen them instead of the kid.

The Owl Beast barked at her. She groaned and set down the human toy she was fixing to sell at the markets. Three days of dealing with the bird brain had drained her patience.

"Alright, what do you want me to do about it?" She asked rhetorically.

She certainly had not been expecting an answer.

"Feed, warm, safe." The voice was raspy and sore sounding.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Owl Beast, the vicious, wild animal living in her head wantes her to feed and take care of some random kid?!

"How am I supposed to do that Bird brain?! I don't even know how to find that island! It popped up out of nowhere!" She shouted.

Titan, she must look crazy, just a crazed witch, pacing her living room and talking to herself.

"Know it, I'll find." The beast said.

"Whoa, slow down, you'll guide, not find." She said.

"So we go?" The energy in her head almost felt like a puppy begging to go out on a walk.

Eda slouched down onto the couch, she was tired and if this could make the stupid thing shut up, it might as well be worth the try.

"If we go, will you shut up?" She asked.

She could almost see the smirk on the stupid bird's face.

"Ugh, you're gonna kill me, bird brain." She grumbled.

XXX

The witch was back. She had a big bag today, it wasn't raining.

They stuck close to the shadows, watching her scan the entrance to their home, the crumbling building gave plenty of places to hide.

"Hey kid, are you here?! I've got some, I dunno, they're snacks for most demons, maybe you'll like it?" The witch called out.

She sat down on the ground and started laying the objects in her bag out. There was food there, he needed food, he couldn't go nearly as long as they could without food. And toys and something soft.

Maybe a little peek wouldn't hurt.

They snuck closer and grabbed the nearest object. It was a big round fruit with a tough skin. They'd had it before. Their stomach rumbled with three hundred years of hunger.

They tore into the tough flesh, sweet juices washed over their tounge as they ripped out a large chunk. They swallowed quickly, barely chewing it. Their stomach eagerly accepted the food, it'd been so long since they'd eaten!

Half way through the fruit, a chunk got stuck in their throat. They gagged and coughed until it was dislodged and they spat it out.

"Whoa, slow down, there's plenty of snacks, you don't need to eat so fast." The witch warned them.

Wait. How long had they been sitting out in the open? Had they not thought to retreat after claiming their meal? Foolish.

They eyed the witch with distrust. She didn't seem like a liar, but neither had Philip at first.

They edged away from her, holding their food close to their body.

"I'm not gonna take it, I brought it for you." She told him.

She picked up a crab apple that had been set out and started eating it. Determining she wasn't a threat, yet, they sat back down to keep eating.

When they were done, they found another of the same fruit had been rolled over to them. They snatched it up and ate.

"I take it you like Blossom Bat fruit?" The witch guessed.

"Blothom Bat fruit?" They echoed around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah, that's a Blossom Bat fruit, blossom bats really like them so it got named after them I guess." She shrugged.

"They're pretty easy to find and cheap, I always have some around the house." She said.

"Mmm." They nodded.

They'd never known what it was called, just that they liked it. He would like it too.

"How did you find us?" They asked.

"Got some help from an annoying little bird." The witch pointed to her head.

They didn't know what that meant.

"I brought some stuff I figured kids would need or like, just in case you wanted it." She told them.

They nodded again. There was a dead jackalope sitting near them.

"Did you catch and stuff that yourself?" They asked, pointing to it.

"Uh, no. Why would I give a kid a stuffed dead body? That is a plushie." She said, looking slightly horrified.

"Plushie?" They tilted their head slightly.

"Do you not know what that is?" She asked.

They shook their head 'no'.

"Oh. Well, it's a soft toy made from fabric, this one's made from some real fuzzy and tough fabric, and then filled with stuffing, it's this soft fluffy white stuff that makes it squeezable and soft. So it's a toy. A lot of people sleep with them cause they're so soft." She explained.

They examined the jackalope plushie for a few seconds, then reached over and picked it up. It was very soft, it felt nice on their fingers, it was very lightweight and it smelled good.

"You can have that if you want, I'll see if I can find a smaller one for your brother." She said.

They examined the size, it was about his size, maybe a little bigger.

"No, this is good for him." They told her.

"Okay, whatever you want kiddo." She said.

She smiled at them, one of her fangs was shiny and golden. They hadn't been smiled at in a long time. It felt nice.

They talked with the witch for a few more hours, she explained all the new things she'd brought that they'd never seen before, then she left, declaring it was late, and she promised to come back again, with more toys. It had been nice to talk with someone again.

They took the blanket with the toys and snacks wrapped up in it back to their room, deep inside the building.

He was just stiring as they got back, he slept a lot. He'd probably eat a lot too if there was food. They were glad the witch brought food, they didn't know how long he could go without it.

He scampered over to them, his little tail wagging happily. They scooped him up and took him to their hanging bed.

"I've got some food for you now, buddy." Them told him.

They still hadn't given him a name, they were waiting for Dad to come back so they could name him together.

They pulled out a crab apple and split it into smaller pieces, then handed it off to him. He munched it down instantly and held his hands out for more.

They got all the snacks seperated from the toys so he didn't accidentally eat any and gave him all the food they figured was safe for him.

Watching their little brother fill his stomach until he couldn't eat anymore made them feel happy. With him fully fed for the first time since he had absorbed his yoke, his internal food supply, he fell right asleep.

They giggled and picked him up into their lap, he was always so warm.

"A witch came by today, she brought all the food, and she brought toys for us to play with. I think she's coming back soon." They whispered softly.

They grabbed the jackalope plushie and held it next to him close to their chest. They breathed in the soft warm scent and closed their eyes, cautiously hopeful of what was to come.

XXX

The witch had been visiting every couple of days for the past couple of months, she always had food and toys of some kind for them to play with while she was gone.

They liked the witch. She made them feel happier, they felt comfortable with her around, she felt warm and honest and safe.

They hadn't felt safe in such a long time, they'd almost forgotten what it really felt like.

The witch felt entirely different from Philip, he'd felt cold from the very start, something had been off, there was a gut feeling that told them not to trust him, but they had. They'd been tricked and lied to and hurt.

Their lip stung where their scar was, Philip had hurt him, they didn't want to be hurt again. They were hopeful that the witch wouldn't hurt them or their brother.

They looked up as the witch landed outside their home, she was carrying a bag as usual. They waved to her happily. They liked it when she came. They liked it a lot.

"Hey kiddo, how ya been?" She asked.

"I'm good, my brother likes the jackalope a lot, and he used the coloring book book the other day and I drew this!" They held up their paper in her face.

They'd drawn her and her owl buddy. They really liked it and hoped she did too.

"Do you like it!?" They asked.

"Whoa kid, this looks better than my wanted posters, you are really good at drawing." She reached her hand out towards them, they froze, panic gripping them, they flinched.

Nothing happened.

"Did I scare you? I didn't mean too. I was just gonna pat your head, I should've asked first."

They blinked and stared at her in disbelief. She appologized? She stopped and she appologized? To them?

Nobody had done that for centuries.

"Um... thank you..." They whispered.

"No problem kiddo, I don't really like people touching me either." She told him.

The rest of the day went nice. The witch told them stories and made little visuals with her magic. It was nice.

"Hey, what's your name anyway kid?" The witch asked as she was preparing to leave.

"I..." They didn't know how to respond to that.

When Philip had asked what they were called, they'd said they were the Collector, that's what all the witches and demons called them, but they didn't really like that title, it didn't fit them any more. Dad called them Enzo, yeah, they could give the witch that name. They liked it more.

"My dad calls me Enzo." They said.

The witch smiled.

"I call myself the Owl Lady. See you around, Enzo." She waved and took off.

Owl Lady. I like that.

XXX

It was raining today, again. A big storm had formed over the seas and was bombarding Bonesborough with boiling rain.

Eda paced her living room, the storm was so bad here, she could only imagine how it was on that tiny little island Enzo and their brother lived on. And it was driving her crazy that she couldn't do anything about it.

The Owl Beast was shouting at her again, it had been shouting since the storm started, telling her to find the young and bring them to the safety of her nest, since their nest was not a good place.

She still didn't understand the Owl Beast's interest in the kid, the bird quieted down when she was on the island and resurfaced every couple of days to tell her to go back.

Eda felt this increasing sense of worry over Enzo, she didn't understand it, or why she was compelled to keep going back without the influence of the Owl Beast. Perhaps the kid had grown on her?

Psht, yeah right. Like some kid could weasle their way into the heart of the fearsome Owl Lady.

Nah. The most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles didn't care about some random, abandoned, hungry, lonely, likely traumatized, kid raising their brother alone on an island in some vain hope that their father was coming back for them.

Well, when put like that, maybe she did care, just a little.

Or maybe a lot.

She sighed and slumped against the wall, tapping her finger on the topaz embedded into her dress. She felt the Owl Beast pushing for her to go, brave the storm and find Enzo.

Something in her gut told her something was wrong. She just had a feeling Enzo needed help.

"Fuck, I must be crazy." She groaned.

She stood off the ground and went to the basement where she usually brewed her potions, and stored random things that she might need at one point or another. She grabbed a knapsack and put a few kid friendly healing potions in it, she snatched up some healing plants she had, just in case she needed them. She grabbed a few other potions that might come in handy, then went to the kitchen.

She took a few Blossom Bat fruits from the bowl on the counter, she snagged two packs of crab apple sauce, it was the closest thing to baby food she had. Then she went to the living room and grabbed two blankets, one for Enzo and one for their brother. She put on her red cloak and fastened it securely.

All of this preperation was just in case the kid needed it, just in case.

She took a deep breath and cast her protection spell before opening the door to face the storm.

XXX

Eda spotted the entrance to the tower Enzo lived in and immediately felt something wrong. She just didn't know what.

She landed at the key shaped entrance and spelled a few witch lights. The atmosphere of the place felt off. There were the little statues everywhere, as always.

"Enzo?! Enzo! It's me! It's Eda the Owl Lady!" She called out into the shadowy ruins.

She went in further, she had never gone very far in since Enzo was always waiting for her at the front. She caught the scent of fear, it was heavy and gave her more reason to worry. She hoped nothing bad happened to them.

"Enzo! Are you okay?! Is something wrong?!" She called out again.

Her ears picked up fast movement. She lowered her staff and turned just in time for Enzo to ram into her. She was almost knocked off balance by the sudden force.

Wait a second. Was Enzo crying?

She looked down at Enzo, who'd buried their face into her dress, sure enough, the poor kid's body was shaking and trembling as they cried. She didn't know what to do, she'd never dealt with this. She tried to remember what Lily did whenever she was upset as a child.

She put her hand on Enzo's shoulder, got on their level and gently coaxed their head up. She panicked seeing Enzo's upset face.

Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do? What the fuck do I do?

Help them! Comfort them! Get them to tell you what's wrong! The Owl Beast screeched at her.

For once, she was thankful for the bird brain, mostly it's instinctive parental knowledge.

"Enzo, buddy, I need you to tell me what's wrong. I need to know how I can help you, okay? Can you tell me what's going on?" She asked in the calmest, softest voice she could find.

The kid hiccuped and sniffled, wipping their eyes, but nodded.

"Mybrotherissickandhe'snotgettingbetterandI'mreallyworriedcauseIdon'tknowwhattodoandyouweregoneforalongtimeandIwasworriedyouwouldn'tcomebackandIneedhelpcausehe'ssick!" It came out as all one blur of rushed words and crying.

"Enzo, I need you to slow down. Take some deep breaths, in then out, slowly, breath with me." Eda told them.

She took in a long deep inhale, held it for a second, then let it out slowly. Enzo copied her, they did it much faster at first but their breathing slowed down and they stopped shaking soon enough.

"There, that feel better?" She asked.

"Much better." They nodded and wiped their eyes.

"Good. Now what's wrong?" She asked again

"My brother is sick! He's really sick and not getting better and I don't want anything to happen to him!" Enzo cried.

Eda let the kid cry into her again. She patted their back very gently so she didn't startle them.

"It'll be okay, I'm here, I can help, I'll help him." She said softly.

"Thank you, he's this way." Enzo grabbed her hand and led her down a path she could see had been used a lot.

They stopped at what looked like just another wall, but then Enzo tapped it lightly and it opened. Instantly, Eda was overwhelmed with the smell of sick and sound of a baby crying.

Enzo ran arcoss the room, around a raised platform with a cracked eggshell to a hanging bed and grabbed something off of it. They turned around with a crying, fussing little dogish creature with a horned skull on his head. Eda had never seen anything like him before.

"He's sick and won't stop crying!" Enzo held their brother out to her.

She gingerly took the squirming little guy and sat down to check him over. He wasn't physically hurt, he seemed healthy enough minus the sickness. The poor thing was burning up with a fever.

She dug through her sack to find that yes, she had packed a potion to bring a fever down, but before she could give it, she'd have to check his temperature.

It was easy enough to cast a temp check spell, it would tell her his recommended temperature and how far off it he was. In his case, his recommend temp would be about one hundred two and a half, and he was currently at a temp of one hundred and seven, four and a half degrees off.

Yikes!

She gave him the potion without much difficulty, he must've gotten tired by now. Once the potion had been in his system for a few minutes, she checked his temp again and saw it was closer to where it should be.

Alright, temp's down, now to find the problem.

She ran her hand over his stomach, he flinched and squealed loudly. So his stomach was hurting. That didn't exactly narrow anything down, there were so many ailments that could cause an upset stomach, she needed to know if this was life threatening and he required emergency care, or if this was something she could actually handle.

"I gave him medicine so he won't be so hot, but I still haven't figured out what's wrong with him. He might have a stomach flu, or it could be something else." She said to Enzo.

"Do you know what kind of demon he is?" She asked.

There was a breif glint of hesitation in Enzo's red eyes, as if the kid was debating whether or not to tell her something. They shook their head.

"No, I know he's something really strong though, but as little babies they can't do much." Enzo told her.

Now, Eda figured they weren't telling the whole truth, but she wasn't going to pry. They were protecting him and it was clear they had some sort of trauma, and that scar on the orange half of their face... She wanted to rip the throat off whoever did that. Enzo had a reason for lying, it was probably a good reason.

"Since I don't know what he is, it'll be a little harder to figure what's bothering him, but I can do it with the ingredients I have at home." She said.

She didn't have what she needed to diagnose and treat him here as all she'd brought were physical healing spells, and she didn't want to risk waiting any longer. She stood up to leave.

"Wait! Dad said we can't leave!" Enzo pulled her arm back.

Eda bit her inner cheek, this kid had been waiting for who knows how long alone, it couldn't have been good for them. If she told them, they'd be upset, of course, but if she told them, they might come off the island. She could take care of two unidentified demon children, right? She decided to bit the bullet and say it.

"Enzo... I don't think your dad's coming back. If he were, don't you think he would've been here by now?" She leaned down to their level.

"I know it's hard to process, right now, I think you both need to get off this island, you can live with me, and if you want, we can look into what happened to him, but your brother needs help and I can't give it to him here." She told them.

Enzo looked up at her with teary eyes.

"b-But... h-he pinky promised...?"

Fuck! This kid was going to ruin her with stuff like that.

"Sometimes, even the best of people can't keep a pinky promise. I know he must've tried super hard and fought like hell to get back here." She tried comforting them.

"Really?" Enzo sniffled.

"Yeah, who wouldn't with you waiting for 'em?" She said.

Enzo giggled and wiped his eyes. He hugged her and held on tight.

"Don't worry kiddo, you'll be okay soon." She whispered to him.

The door slid open behind her. She turned and saw a weird, gooy rock creature standing behind her. It's eyes were flashing and sparking out. It looked like a predator waiting to pounce.

"That's the guard Dad left." Enzo said.

"I-" Eda broke off as the guard thing swung at her.

She lurched back with the baby and Enzo in her arms. She ducked another swipe. Enzo scampered back to grab the few possenions they had, mostly from her. They grabbed the blanket she'd given them and the jackalope plushie.

She summoned Owlbert, scooped up Enzo and shot straight past the guard with both kids in front of her to shield them from harm.

She cast a protection spell right before they went out into the rain, she didn't even look back. She should've.

The sound of something being fired came from behind, she swerved to dodge it, but it managed to graze the baby's horn, clipping it and knocking part of one off. The impact sent her into the ground.

"Got it!" Enzo shouted, they had the horn in their hands.

The guard fired another arrow, Enzo sent it flying back. Eda scooped up the unconscious baby that had fallen and grabbed Enzo then got out of there as fast as she could.

"Is he gonna be okay? Can you fix his horn? Is he gonna die?" Enzo was panicking.

She had to calm him down, but she couldn't make a promise she might not be able to keep.

"Enzo, I'm sure he'll be fine, he's not going to die, I'll see what I can do for his horn once he's better, okay?" She settled on saying.

Enzo looked up at her with their large, teary red eyes. She tried to give them a reassuring smile, it must've done something since they seemed to calm down.

"Okay... thank you... owl lady..." Enzo whispered quietly.

"No problem kiddo, I've got you."

XXX

Eda checked the baby's temperature, it was going down at a good rate. The little guy had a nasty bug that was making him very sick, and once the parasite was removed, his condition began improving almost instantly. He was a cute little rambunctious gremlin.

Enzo was calming down considerably too, that was also good. They hadn't slept since arriving and stayed glued to their brother at all times, no matter what they were, they had to get tired eventually.

And that time was now, three days after she had brought them into the owl house. She could see the kid was wearing out, practically dead on their feet as they built more of those statues with their brother.

Kids were supposed to go to bed at a decent time, right? Eda glanced at the clock, it was getting pretty late, they should probably get to bed. She stood and went over to the pair of kids.

"Alright kiddos, time for bed." She said while picking the baby up, he still didn't have a name.

"Do we have too?" Enzo yawned.

"Yes, you haven't slept in days kid, time for some shut eye." She told them, holding her hand out.

They grumbled but took her hand and let her lead them up to the spare room she had been using for junk she couldn't find a place for in her room. She still hadn't finished cleaning it out, but she'd gotten a mattress set down for the siblings. The baby slept soundly curled inthe middle, Enzo wouldn't sleep, they just stayed up all night looking out the window if Hooty was correct.

Eda set both kids down onto the bed and the baby found his favorite spot right in the middle. Enzo sat at the edge near the window, they looked like they had absolutely no intentions of sleeping, they were already looking out the window. Children could be difficult, she knew that, but she was learning that talking to them helped a lot.

She sat down at the edge near Enzo, not close enough to invade their space, she'd learned they were sometimes uncomfortable with that. Enzo quickly glanced at her then refocused on the night sky. She let the window open so they could see clearly, the storm had finally died off and the sky was visible for once.

The moon shown with a bright, cold silvery light, the stars a harsh, pale yellow. Both beautiful.

"You like star gazing?" She asked.

Enzo giggled, a slightly devilish smile formed.

"You could say that." Their smile changed to something more wistful and longing.

"Dad and I used to watch the stars together, he'd let me sit on his head and point out all the shapes to me, I liked that." They rested their chin on their hands and leaned against the window sill.

Eda got a warm feeling looking at Enzo, just sitting there, staring out the window and reliving good times with their father. There was something oddly peaceful about it all.

She let them sit there until their exhaustion caught up with them and their eyelids started drooping. She gently rolled them back and let them curl up next to the baby, she really needed a name for him. She closed the window and pulled a blanket around the pair.

"I need you to sleep tonight, okay Enzo? I'll leave some witch lights so you can find the bathroom, and my room is just right upstairs if you need me. Okay?" She told the sleepy demon kid.

They nodded sluggishly, their eyes drooped closed and they snuggled closer to their brother. She took their hat off and set it aside for the morning, then she gave both kids a light head scratch, made the promised witch lights and went to her room.

Kid's finally getting some sleep.

XXX

Enzo curled around their brother in their sleep, wrapped tightly around him to keep him safe.

Something felt wrong.

They had been feeling it since they arrived on the Isles. It was an uncomfortably familiar feeling. It didn't feel good.

They suddenly went cold. They could feel their brother with them yet when they looked down, they didn't see him.

What they did see was almost worse.

They were shadowy and flat. They were shadow projecting, but they hadn't chosen to do it.

They had been summoned.

The only beings who could do that had the summoning tablets they made so they could go multiple places at once. There were only two left, they'd gotten rid of the rest to protect him better, and one didn't work anymore, they'd broken it themself.

There was only one left that could function, but that one had been sealed away by Dad so nothing could happen. The only person who might have access to it, maybe, please no, was-

"Ah, Collector."

Enzo froze, their heart trippled, no, quadrupled, in pace. They didn't want to look up and see it was true. But that voice, sure it might have changed in the last three hundred years, they could still hear what it used to be, it was one that haunted them.

Slowly, they looked up. There, summoning tablet in hand, stood the worst being they had ever known.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Collector, how long would you say it's been?" Philip smirked, there was sadistic malice in his cold, lifeless eyes.

"Not long enough." Enzo blew a raspberry.

"That's not very mature." Philip scolded.

"Says you!" They blew another one.

Philip gave them a calm glare and slowly approached them. Their instincts told them to get away, but they couldn't, they were confined to projecting on a pillar for the time.

"It seems you've left whatever was keeping me from using this," Philip gestured towards the tablet, "You're in the open now, Collector."

Enzo hissed at Philip, wishing shadow projection let them do something to that horrible human.

"You'll never find us!" They growled.

Philip circled them, an evil look in his eyes.

"Oh I will. You might not know this yet but I am doing far better than where you left me, I am the Emperor of the Boiling Isles, I have all the Isles resources at the tip of my fingers, I will find you, one way or another." Philip sneered.

In the flash of an eye, a disgusting gooy arm flew out and struck Enzo's head, they could feel the pressure from the harsh impact. They clawed at the hand gripping their face to little use. Philip came closer and invaded their space, he always got to close for comfort.

"I will find you, Collector. Whatever it is you've been hiding will be mine. And there will be nothing you can do to stop me. Sooner or later, I will be coming for you, anyone who tries to stop me will die." Philip threatened.

Enzo ripped themself free of the grip and the summoning tablet's influence.

They woke up, terrified and panicked. Their heart was racing so fast, it was so hard to breath.

He knows I left! He knows! He knows we're out! He's coming! He's coming! He's still alive and he's coming for us!

Enzo was so caught up in the panic and fear that they didn't notice the absence of their brother. Or the door open with light illuminating the darkness and the person in front of them.

"Whoa. Enzo, buddy, are you okay?" The owl lady! She was here? She came when he was uspet?!

Eda bent down in front of Enzo, the baby in her arms, he was worried and squeaking nervously. Eda raised a hand and started counting with her fingers, she breathed in and out slowly.

Enzo slowly copied her, tears started falling as the kid gave themself a chance to breath. Their body shook and trembled with sobs. Eda let the poor kid cry into her and rubbed their back.

The baby made soft chirps and snuggled close to his sibling. Eda scratched the baby's head gently. She'd woken up to the little guy scratching at her door in a panic and almost fell down the stairs in his rush to get her to follow. She was glad he'd woken her and understood his urgency once she saw what was wrong.

Enzo had a night terror.

She understood that all too well. The Owl Beast had made many nights difficult with the nightmares and terrors it caused.

It must've been a really bad one.

Eda stayed there in the small room until the panic and shock passed and Enzo would be able to process what was happening. She didn't want to move them and have them panic more.

Once the sobs became soft whimpers and their heart returned to a slower pace, Eda decided to try talking with them.

"Hey Enzo? Are you okay with telling me what's wrong? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She told them.

Enzo tightened their grip on her sleeping sweater, they looked up to her. There was a bruise on their face. That hadn't been there when she put them to bed a few hours ago.

Her head quickly spun with possibilities of how it happened. They could've just hit themself in the panic of their night terror, she'd done that plenty of times, or they could've just hit something. However, the shape of the bruise looked like someone had punched then grabbed them.

Nobody had gotten into the house, Hooty would have alerted her way earlier. Something weird was going on. Not the good kind of weird.

"Let's go get you something for that bruise." She said, trying to raise.

Enzo buried their face back into her sweater and sobbed again.

"He knows. He made me project and he knows. He said he's gonna find us, he wants to take him. He knows I'm out! He knows! He's coming, he's coming, he's coming!" Enzo cried.

"Whoa, who's coming? Who's trying to hurt you?" Eda asked.

Enzo shivered, their lower lip trembled.

"He's the emperor now... he says he's gonna find us... he's bad, he's really really bad! I don't want him to find us!"

Well, that's a bombshell if I ever heard one. What does Belos want with Enzo? Eda frowned. If the Emperor wanted to get to these kids, he'd have to get through her, and the Owl Beast.

For Enzo's comfort, she could make a concealment stone for them, they could hide in plain sight. Yeah, she could make it work for them so they didn't stay inside at all times.

"Enzo, he's never going to get you or your brothee. I promise I'll keep you both safe." She swore.

Enzo's crying paused for a moment.

"Pinky promise?" They asked cautiously.

Eda extended her pinky finger and hooked it around Enzo's with a binding oath spell to let Enzo know she was dead serious. Breaking a binding oath had disastrous consequences.

"Cross my heart and never lie, I'll protect you til the day I die." She recited.

Her hand glowed for a moment then fizzled out.

"C'mon, you two can sleep in my room tonight." She picked both kids up and took them to her room.

They all got settled in to her nest, Enzo got a healing patch for their bruise, and soon the sounds of sleeping filled the air.

Things would be different for The Owl Lady from now on. A single choice had changed her entire life.

The Owl Lady didn't make promises to anyone. The Owl Lady was attached to no one and cared about no one but herself.

At least, she hadn't until she stumbled upon an abandoned island inhabited by a lonely, traumatized kid waiting for their father to return for them and their baby brother that wormed their way into her heart.

The Owl Lady's life was about to change, for better or worse is up for debate.

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@ophanim-vesper cause you seemed interested in a fic.

Tada!

The first Chapter of the Eda raises two gods AU/King and Collector Brothers AU is done!

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[emeraldtart]

The Masked Decepticon

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Chapter 10: Of Two Sparks

"So... You're sayin' that you found this guy in the Arctic?" said Fanzone as he eyed the white shuttle. Skyfire visibly tensed, his large wings pulling close to each other as he stand in the park.

"Uhh... Yeah. He's the one who help stop the weather machine, Officer Fanzone," Optimus explained. The rest of Detroit doesn't know about the whole leader of Decepticons thing going on, and Optimus prefer to keep it that way.

Fanzone rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs, "Fine. Just, make sure he doesn't wreck anything. Having just one big guy is hard enough,"

As Optimus, Skyfire and the rest of Team Prime watches Fanzone drove away, the shuttle looks at the Prime, "So... What do I do now?"

"Well... I guess we help clean the snow," say Optimus. All around them was piles of snow as big as Bulkhead. It hasn't properly melted, so the bots are tasked with cleaning the roads for the time being.

"Alright. Say, can't we ask Star for help-"

Sari quickly hushed the shuttle, "Listen, he can't help. He's supposed to be our enemy,"

Skyfire frowned at the answer, "... I see,"

The shuttle simply turned to push some snow away from the roads, and the rest of the Autobots could only watch the shuttle doing his work in silence.

Ever since Skyfire was freed from the ice, Optimus and his team along with Starscream, Blitzwing and Lugnut told Skyfire what he had missed the last 2 billion years. And unfortunately, it also includes the war. Ever since then, Skyfire was distraught to find out what Starscream had done and gone through.

"I wish we can help him somehow. He looks so sad," say Sari.

"We need to find Megatron. If we can reason with him, then maybe we can try to make a truce between the Autobots and the Decepticons," Optimus explained.

"That is, if he's willing to reason. As much as I know, he is very stubborn," Ratchet grumbled.

"I know... But, I can't help but think that isn't all,"

Bumblebee looks at Optimus and glanced to Ratchet as he pushed some snow away using a makeshift shovel Bulkhead made, "Say, what actually happened to Optimus yesterday? He began talking weird things, like Megatron being a miner and somebot named Megatronus and all that stuff,"

"It was a long time ago. You see, the Council is the real authority in Cybertron, so they control everything, including the history of Cybertron. Megatron was a miner before, and Megatronus was his designation before the Decepticons became violent,"

"Why did the Decepticons became... Bad?" Sari asked.

"A very important mech was killed. As a result, the Decepticons waged war againsts the Autobots. Because of that, it was easy to paint them as the villains of the story,"

"Was that guy this Orion Pax guy?" she then whispered, "I mean, I heard Star talking about him often,"

"Yeah. But I don't know much about him. I've only known him from some of my friends from back then. Apparently, he's an archivist who is also the Autobot textbook example of good. But I'm afraid that's all I knew,"

"Huh, that's odd," say Bulkhead.

Ratchet paused and lower down his shovel, "How so?"

"The academy said that Orion Pax was an archivist who was killed in a Decepticon attack. They said Megatron offlined him,"

"Yeah. They said he was against the Decepticon movement and was offlined," Bumblebee added.

"Like I said, the Council changes even the history of Cybertron if they see the need to. A lot of things had changed from the real events, so no bot even knows who Orion Pax really is," Ratchet looks at Optimus, who is teaching Skyfire how to use a shovel, "It's sad that someone like him is forgotten in such a way,"

Xxx

In an unknown place, Isaac Sumdac is working on reverse engineering the warp gate. He had purposely slowing down his own progress, saying that it was difficult even for a man of science such as him, when in reality he was buying time in hopes the Autobots would find him in time.

He noticed that Megatron had left what looks to be a giant photograph near his cell. The warlord had retired to his berth room for the day, so Sumdac took the chance to have a proper look at it.

The scientist could see what looks to be a young Megatron with eight other Decepticons, according to the insignia they wore. What caught Sumdac's attention was a red and blue Decepticon. His face was covered by a mask. He was wrapping his arm around Megatron's shoulder, seemingly to smile. The warlord was also smiling in the picture.

Sumdac rubbed his eyes and looks at the red and blue robot near Megatron. He looks a lot like Optimus. But then, it might be just a simple coincidence. Maybe their paint colour is like clothes, and the mech just happened to have the same colour as Optimus.

Sumdac decided to clean his tools, knowing that his questions will not be answered. As he did, he began to worry about Sari. He hoped with all his heart that his daughter is alright.

Xxx

Nighttime fell on Detroit. Skyfire walked around the empty streets, careful not to crush anything with his pedes. He still can't get his processor off the fact that a war had occurred while he was in stasis lock, that he had left Ulchtar all by himself, and that his sparkmate had offlined many sparks. And that barely even scratching the surface of what had happened.

The shuttle ended up in an empty parking lot. He sat down and puts his face in his servos. This is too much to take in.

A pair of purple optics watched the shuttle carefully. He stepped out from his hiding spot and towards Skyfire, "Well, what do we have here?"

"Wha- who are you?"

"Calm down, I'm just a mech from Cybertron like you,"

"Oh,"

The mech held out a servo, "The designation is Swindle, nice to meet you,"

"I'm Skyfire,"

"So, what seems to be bothering you, big guy?"

"Nothing... It just... My sparkmate... I've just found out he's on a different faction and our sides are fighting,"

"Oh, so your spark mate's a Decepticon? Tell me, who is it?"

"His name is Ulchtar,"

Swindle rubs his chin as he muttered, "Hmm... Ulchtar, Ulchtar... Nope, never heard of him. Is that a Vosian designation?"

"Yeah. Although, I've heard from Optimus that he was called Starscream now,"

If Swindle was drinking oil, he would immediately spat it out. He shook his helm and looks at Skyfire with wide optics, "Wait, that Starscream!? As in, the second-in-command and the Decepticon's Air Commander!? That Starscream!!?"

"Yeah,"

"And... You've just know,"

"I was trapped in ice for 2 billion years, I've just got out two cycles ago,"

Swindle took a moment to process. Starscream had a Conjunx is probably the most shocking thing Swindle had heard in his entire lifetime. And he had lived for a very long time.

Then, an idea struck to him. A business idea.

The bot smiled and looks at Skyfire, "You know, you wanna hang out at my place? I got some Energon fit for flight frames,"

"It's alright. I have to go home now,"

Not wanting to let go of an opportunity to make big cash, Swindle shoots the shuttle with an electric shock. Skyfire screams in pain as he fell to his knees, he looks at Swindle who shoots again. The shuttle fell unconscious, and Swindle smiled, "No hard feelings, but business is business,"

Xxx

Starscream looks outside from his hideout in the mines. Something is wrong.

Xxx

The sun haven't rise the next morning, but Optimus could hear the sounds of Starscream's turbines outside. Due to their frequent visits, he had memorized the sounds of the Decepticon's engines.

He opened the garage doors and saw Starscream standing anxiously, "Starscream? What are you doing here, its still so early in the morning?"

"Is Skyfire here?"

"... No. Actually, he hadn't returned home last night,"

"I'm going to search for him. Can you help?"

"Sure," Optimus switches into his Decepticon form and transforms, "Let's go,"

Xxx

Skyfire groaned as he woke up. He recalled the events of last night, and his optics snapped wide open. He was locked in an energy cage, and saw Swindle in front of him, "You!"

"Yes, me,"

"What are you doing!? Let me go!"

"Calm down. I'm using you as bait. I'll let you go once I get what I want,"

"What do you mean bait?"

"Isn't it obvious? Lord Megatron wants his second-in-command back,"

If Skyfire had skin, it would have turned paper white. He can't let Megatron get his servos on Ulchtar. Who knows what he'll do to him.

'Ulchtar... Please, don't come...!' Skyfire desperately hoped.

Xxx

"I've searched the whole city, he's nowhere to be found!" Starscream yelled through the comm. Convoy winced at the volume, "Calm down. I think I got a lead. There's huge ped marks at the parking lot, and I'm following the tire tracks. I'll tell you the location when I get there,"

Convoy follows the tracks which lead into a more secluded location in Detroit. He sneaks into a warehouse and saw Swindle, 'I should've known...' he thought.

As he was about to enter, he heard the sound of a helicopter's blades spinning. Convoy looks around for a way to hide and pulls over a ragged cloth as he transforms into his alt mode. He turned on his audials to the max, listening.

Swindle looks the as the grey helicopter transforms into the Decepticon warlord himself, Megatron.

"Finally, you're here,"

Megatron glared at Swindle and looks at Skyfire in the cell, "You promised me Starscream. Not an Autobot shuttle,"

"Relax, boss. He's just bait. I'm sure the Seeker will come and save his sparkmate,"

"... I see,"

"Slag...! Starscream, don't come, it's a trap!" Convoy yells into the comm. Unfortunately, he briefly forgot that Megatron and Swindle were still there, "Who's there!? Show yourself!"

Convoy mentally covers his mouth as he realised he had yelled it out loud.

Megatron steps out of the warehouse, and shoots at a stack of crates, threatening the eavesdropper to come out, "Come on out and fight me head on,"

"Very well then," Convoy throws off the cloth and unsheaths his sword, "I will fight you, just as you ask,"

As Megatron turns to look at his opponent, his optics widened. Standing in front of him was a mech with sleek black paint job. Navy blue lines and red metal decorates his chassis giving some colour from the monochromatic pallete he had. Despite the mech's face was covered by a battle mask, his red optics are glaring straight into his spark.

It was just a split second, but the way the cape was thrown off and the way his opponent held his blade, Megatronus swore he saw Orion standing in front of him.

He was snapped from his thoughts when the mech lunged forward, their blades clashing against each other. Up close, Megatron could see the Decepticon insignia painted on the mech's left shoulder, "You're a Decepticon...!

Xxx

Starscream peered down from the building he landed on. He could see Convoy fighting Megatron, and a scan on the warehouse resulted in Skyfire and Swindle's spark being in there. The Seeker flew behind the warehouse, careful not to make much noise, which was surprisingly easy due to the clashing of swords outside.

As Starscream was about to open the back door, it skids open and he saw Skyfire in a cell with Swindle behind trying to escape.

"Uh... Hi?"

Starscream wordlessly aimed his nullray at the conmech.

Xxx

"So, tell me your designation,"

Convoy stared at Megatron before answering, "Why should I?"

"Manners, of course,"

"You're the one who should introduce yourself to me,"

Megatron grits his dentae, "Do not take me lightly. You do realise I am the leader of the Decepticon itself, do you?"

Convoy closes his optic and puts a hand under his chin. He tilted his helm in mock curiosity, "Really? Last time I checked, whoever defeats the previous leader became the new leader. You got defeated by a small Autobot," he opened an optic and looks at Megatron, "And I defeated him. Which makes me the leader, right?"

The warlord stood in silence before chuckling, "You think you can fool me so easily? Where are your proof?

"My second-in-command is all the proof you need," he glanced to the warehouse, where Starscream stepped out, Skyfire following behind.

"It's true. He is the leader. If you don't believe me, ask Strika and Lugnut about it,"

Megatron's face turned into one of pure shock, "How!? How did you get Starscream of all mech on your side?"

"He asked for help searching for his missing Conjunx, and I helped. Now if you'll let us. I want to go back to base and recharge. I stayed up till late night," said Convoy.

He stopped and turned to Megatron, "Oh, and my designation is Dark Convoy. Don't forget that, Lord Megatron,"

With that, he transforms into his altmode and drove off. Starscream and Skyfire also took off, leaving Megatron alone.

Swindle, who was watching everything from the back was confused. The Decepticons have a new leader?

Xxx

"Where the scrap did you go? I was about to make a search party just now!" Ratchet lectured Optimus. The Prime just smiled awkwardly, "Starscream came this morning and said Sky was kidnapped. So I was helping him search. Turns out Swindle kidnapped him to use as bait to catch Starscream for Megatron,"

"I see. Still, I'm glad you didn't meet Megatron in your Decepticon alter ego, right?"

Optimus, Starscream and Skyfire looks at each other awkwardly.

"Are you kidding me!!?"

Xxx

Back at Megatron's hideout, he was sitting in his throne, staring into space. Dark Convoy. He's a curious mech indeed. He'll need to observe this mysterious new leader more.

#decepticon leader optimus #optimus prime #tfa #the masked decepticon #transformers #transformers animated au #transformers au #starscream #tfa au #Megatron #Megatronus #Isaac sumdac #Swindle #Skyfire #Ulchtar #Bulkhead #Bumblebee #Blitzwing #Lugnut #Ratchet #Prowl #Sari sumdac #Orion pax #Strika

[glitt3r-litt3r]

headcanons of eddie munson w a sunshiney and joyful gf?? ^_^

sorry if i word this weird but, can u do it in an au where vecna doesn't exist?? 😭 like hawkins is just a normal town,,, vol.2 has destroyed me lolol

I sure can do this for you babes. I am genuinely so miserable gonna think about sunshine girlfriend now thanks :)

Headcannons for the request above xxx

*Okay so they started dating because she's a total sweetheart and when she moved to Hawkins she saw him hanging out with Dustin and she was like awww he's sweet

He calls her honey cuz he genuinely can't think of anything that could be so sweet

"my honey bunny" and it makes her blush every time

Every time he says something pessimistic she makes him put a quarter in the grumpy jar and the jar has a picture of his face on it

they use the grumpy money to buy ice cream and little gifts for each other

She wears a lot of colors, like primary color block is her main thing so Eddie can literally spot her anywhere because she's so bright

she doesn't get sad often but when she does it's usually about her feeling bad about herself or feeling like she's not good enough

Eddie nips that in the bud reminding her he doesn't know anyone as kind as her

she leaves flowers she picked on the side of road in his locker sometimes

he feeds her in the mornings when she's super tired and he makes sure to wipe off the crumbs

despite being a big softy she loves horror movies and has to reassure Eddie that they aren't real /"walk with me to the bathroom? its dark" he says she laughs and holds his hands all the way there

Eddie is so so so soft around her it's actually gross

she was the first person besides Wayne to tell him how proud she was of him and he said thank you and then cried in the bathroom

they have matching underwear because it's comfy but there's a little smiley face on the butt

when she's excited she talks super fast and like really close to his face and he just lets her

neither of them can sit still

when she misses him she cuddles a stuffed animal with his shirt on it her "Eddie bear" and gets really embarrassed when someone sees it

the first time they kissed she pulled back and laughed and he thought she was laughing at him but in reality she was just so happy to be kissed it made her giggle

she wears his leather jacket sometimes and it looks so cool mixed with all her colors

I picture her in the school cafeteria sitting next to him as he rants about how terrible everyone is and she's reading and just stroking his hand under the table "let it out"

there's only one picture of her smiling and Eddie keeps it in his wallet and shows anyone who cares and a couple people who don't

"isn't my girl just the cutest?"

picnics! nighttimewalks! lake days!

they are in love and live happily ever after

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction

[juneviews]

(1-x) Hi! after that last anon, i want to ask your oppinion on bl actors that keep working together. my fave ship, has done more than two series together and afaik they don't have other bl shows w/ other pairings on the future. their last individual projects have been with no romantic storyline. also they seem not against the idea of working together as a couple in the future. Few questions: Do you think that is harmful for their careers long term to keep acting as a couple? isn't that a form...

(2-x) of typecasting? yeah they're playing different roles, but people will end up seeing them as a unit, not as individual actors. also you get so used to it that it's almost weird to even see that actor play a romantic interest to others. I love my ship but I'd love to see either of them play along other actors and see if they're capable of also creating great chemistry. I get that for the companies once you have an OffGun (since it's your fave), why would you invest in a dif. pairing just to

(3/3) just to try out if they work good together or not when you already have a winner convo. they just know that hiring those two is a great start: good acting, public likes them, chemistry… it makes sense business-wise, but idk…I would like to see some actors with others or in a dif kind of role because also, these pairings tend to follow always the same dynamics in every project they do together. Sorry for the rant lol I'm looking forward to your thoughts.

hi anon! okay so very interesting question, though it is to be noted that the bl genre is 1) not a western genre so it has different codes & 2) is less than a decade old in terms of series so I feel like we don't have all of the info to know how every choice is gonna pan out down the line. so as you said, creating ships really is about throwing two actors together & seeing what sticks both in terms of chemistry and the public reaction. and even then, I feel like some actors simply don't want to be attached to one ship, even though it is more profitable, probably bc they wanna evolve their career in a different direction than bl down the line. and for me, I do think having a stable ship can become a form of typecasting, when it essentially becomes the only role you have. for example, there are ships like bounprem (and potentially earthmix which annoys me bc I really like them) that almost exclusively get roles together, therefore the more roles they do, the more their image becomes merged together & it'd be weird to see them in other roles like you said. whereas for offgun for example, or most of the gmmtv ships, they get separate  roles in between their bl shows together, and get to build their careers on their own. so while their ship definitely IS the biggest thing they're known for, it's not all that they've done. therefore I feel like it's not really a form of typecasting in that case. but I agree that it also really depends on the roles they're given, some ships are given the same kind of roles over & over again, while others like offgun (my bias is showing LMAO) do wait a little bit between projects & really select projects that they know will push their acting & chemistry further, which is much more satisfying for them but also their audience. and with the sheer amount of ships that debut every year now, it becomes clear to me that the longevity of ships has become significantly shortened, and only those who know how to renew themselves with each new role are able to truly survive & even thrive.

xxx

#answers #offgun

[sonderwrit]

C116: Rest

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Author's Weibo post:

Translation: Brothers and sisters! Success at the speed of life and death! More is out, oh yeah! Here are two handsome photos, this world isn't short! There are plenty of chapters to play in~ Saw some mistakes in the update before 00:20 (accidentally updated a later mini-theater [with the chapter], so it's normal if you didn't understand it, in the future updates will come bit by bit~)

Chapter 116 translation below the cut (note: as the author mentioned, this chapter is extra long, yay!)

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Qin Xian: As long as we do everything in this book once.

QX: We'll find the answer.

Wang Yi: This book?

QX: Right.

WY: Hm, the first part isn't hard; it's just minor stuff like practicing and sleeping together. (It'll take several years to lay the groundwork.)

WY: But I'm having trouble understanding after flipping to the end.

WY: What's this disciple and master pair doing?

*Epilogue of the story*

QX: Hm. He should be sitting on his master's knees to rest. [<- originally had low EQ, now it's worse]

WY: So it's like that, but it feels kinda strange. [<- losing his memories = losing his humanity]

QX: Where is it strange?

WY: I'm not sure. 

WY: Maybe my level isn't high enough to understand the mysteries in it.

#There are no XXX enlightenment books on the mountain, so these two cultivation "geniuses" are being beaten down by their own self-study#

WY: Uuf…well, all we can do is try.

WY: (A voice in my heart keeps telling me to trust Master, weird…)

WY: Although I can't see the connection between "re-enacting the contents of the book" and "understanding what 'like' means," since Master says to do so, Master must have his reasons.

[Upright] [Upright #2]

QX: Mm.

WY: Then let's start with the first chapter. There's a while before we reach the parts we don't understand, so maybe we'll get it by the time we reach there.

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S-0: *yawns* (It's about time, the stupidity medicine should've fully taken effect by now.) [It'll make someone dumb without affecting their intelligence, so it's very convenient.]

S-0: (Although I feel sorry for Qin, he's probably too dumbed down to understand what I did by now.)

S-0: (Let's take a look.) *squeeze*

S-0: (Hm? So quiet, is it already bedtime?)

S-0: (But Nascent Soul level cultivators need very little sleep.) [This better not be a negative side-effect of the medicine.]

S-0: (I'll use my authority to check his physical condition…)

S-0: (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!)

S-0: (Why are they—sleeping in one bed?!)

QX: Who's there.

S-0: MreEEEOOOOoowwww~

WY: Uh…Master.

WY: What's wrong…?

QX: Nothing. Go to sleep.

WY: All right…Master should sleep too.

—

S-0: ……

S-0: (Aish. Did it turn into this kind of relationship again.]

S-0: (The original novel's Sword Saint Qin was a cultivator who utterly doted on his disciples.)

QX: "Seeing my disciple is equivalent to seeing myself."

S-0: (So it's very normal to see this scene of filial piety between Master and disciple.)

Cultivator*: "Daoist Qin, we have enough seating mats for this meeting. (You're a bad influence hugging and clinging to each other!)

*Judging by panel below, this is probably the sect leader Wu Jin

S-0: (But…though not as intimate as Yunshan Sect's master [Wu Jin] or Demon Abyss Master [Ren Shukuang], Qin Xian does get close to the male protagonist later on in the plot.)

S-0: (However, after interacting with the protagonist shou, he gradually discovered that the latter's venomous senior brother* was ruthless, tyrannical, and of mixed blood, so he stopped caring for him as much. In the latter half of the story, when the Daoist and Demonic forces fight, he'll realize the good points of the protagonist shou and truly fall in love with him.)

*Wang Yi's character

QX: "I don't care that you like others, I just wanted to tell you, my heart is yours."

S-0: (He became the last member of the harem—)

S-0: (And the so-called vicious senior brother who betrayed the immortal sect naturally had a bad ending…)

S-0: (His immortal bones were destroyed and he was left to fend for himself in the mountain cliffs.)

S-0: (Can they really reach that ending with their current clingy status…)

S-0: (Forget it.)

S-0: (Worry about the future when the future comes.)

S-0: (There's still time before the main mission. The Main System might even leave before long.) …meow~

WY: Master, I can walk on my own.

QX: Master feels cold, so I need you to warm me up.

S-0: (Moreover…this seems to be the first time these two interacted without either of them knowing about their "fate.")

QX: (The book was right, disciple's hair is indeed very soft.)

S-0: (No more pressure from the mission.)

S-0: (No more worrying about being separated.)

S-0: (Let S-0 take care of everything.)

S-0: (Of course, you need to pay this cat for overtime work.)

S-0: (Hmph hmph~ That reward will be—)

[Wang Yi: 17 years old, Qi-Refining Stage]

S-0: (Let S-0 see what sort of scene will happen—)

WY: Why did Master get so dirty again.

S-0: (When the blank paper System Y meets an equally blank Mr. Qin.)

WY: Bring your face here,

WY: I'll wipe it for you.

S-0: (It's really great~~~~)

QX: That's right, disciple's cultivation has already reached the zenith of Qi-Refining Stage. You can breakthrough anytime, right?

WY: Yes. I can build my foundation immediately.

QX: Mm, Master will protect you.

WY: Thank you, Master.

[Specification: In the cultivation world the levels are: Qi-Refining > Foundation Building > Golden Core > Nascent Soul > Immortal Ascension > Overcoming tribulation and becoming a god]

—

WY: Urk–

WY: ?!

*fades into past Y and X flashback*

System Y: ?!

Qin Xian: Ah.

QX: What's this?

QX: It's not the invading army.

#i have to be a great villain #manhua translations #villain 116 #this time i tried including a few minor screenshots

[kabutoliker]

For asks: 1, 11, and 13 (where xxx=Kabuto) 🥰

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

S*suS*ku. LOL. Like most other ships I don't like- I can at least get why people ship them for the most part. But like.....this is literally the worst pairing to me that isn't like a pedo/incest/ect type ship.

I don't get how someone who actually enjoys either one of those characters in the pairing would want them together, S*su or S*ku stan alike lol. Like. It just doesn't make sense to me at ALL.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I'm 99 percent sure Kabuto counts here because Naruto fans often look at me like I just took crack in front of them when I say I like Kabuto.

Liking Kabuto was a really funny process for me- because I came roaring into Naruto and as soon as I saw Orochimaru deep throat a scroll it was over for me. I was dickmatized. I had to see what that tongue do!!!!!!! Kabuto was a figure present in my mind and while I thought he was kinda cute, in like, a dorky bulliable way he was moreso there for me to mock. I called him a cuck so many fucking times. I'm so sorry Kabuto lmfaooooooo. Am I though?

When he went batshit and decided to grind up Orochimaru's corpse to inject in his veins and get all snake-y. There I was again. Losing my mind. He was hot. The character I had been mocking for like a few months was the hottest fucker on the series. ALL MY FRIENDS WERE CLOWNING ME FOR THIS. I WAS THE ENTIRE CIRCUS!!!!!!

The thing that pushed me over the edge that cemented him as my favorite in the entire series was the backstory though. The tragic backstory. Shit hooks me like nothing else will. Especially considering certain beats of it hit very close to home for me in ways that just straight up made me feel like I was getting Izanami'd for like two days afterwards. I still love Orochimaru a lot and it might be because I spent too much on merch regarding him (that looks sick as fuck btw.) and the fact I'm still a sucker for androgyny and snake bitches, but like before Kabuto's backstory I was just kind of ignoring every single major red flag about him until I was faced with a mirror of sorts reflecting certain aspects of my own trauma and I was like. Motherfucker. MOTHERFUCKER!!!! AAAAAAA

Sorry for the long winded explanation here.

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ABOUT KABUTO....

Kinda glad he doesn't have more fans. Let the few of us here that are obsessed with him be weird about him without having to fear weirder weirdos.

I'm sick of people who just treat him as nothing more than JUST Orochimaru's sidekick/malewife (ick)/pale imitation of him especially the people who just like wanna shit on him for trying to do what Orochimaru did like......watch his backstory or I will Izanami YOU mf!

He was kinda OOC in the Three Tails/Guren arc but I just don't really care too much because it was an enjoyable arc.

Snakey Kabuto > pre-full on snakey Power Arc Kabuto. His hair is very cute in Power Arc tho.

And my most controversial of all

I think he looks GOOD IN SAGE MODE AND I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!

#infectedmetaphysic #long post #i did not mean to ramble on so long

[sanguisfulgur]

I just don't get why Ephrem is single ship. It seems like in your own lore that isn't healthy and yet here you are doing this and I looked into this Lawrence. Boring and no bio on the blog so clearly the mun doesn't care about him either. You got conned. Better to drop the trash boring white man character.

Oh you're back? Oh honey please this is just embarrassing now. I get it, you’re a little bitch who’s big mad they can’t hop on Ephrem’s dick but that certainly isn’t my problem or my fiancée’s so let me break it down for ya’: 

It’s Laurence, not Lawrence. You didn’t look that hard if you can’t even remember how to spell his name. 

My fiancée - the mun of the blog - has ADHD and other health problems that aren’t anyone’s business. That’s why he doesn’t have a bio yet. You could just ask them about him rather than making assumptions but I suppose it’s easier to do that alongside ableism because if you read my fiancée’s rules, you’d know they have ADHD and it interferes with their writing . 

Ding dong, you’re wrong. It’s perfectly healthy for an incubus or succubus to have a monogamous relationship. The problem with Ephrem and Laurence was Laurence was human. Ephrem was afraid of hurting or killing him by feeding too much/too often on him. They worked around this and it does cause some actual relationship problems which we have discussed in Discord and will appear in threads. 

You don’t see everything on the dash/on our blogs. Rpers chat in IMs, Discord etc. My fiancée and I are no exception. We plot, rp, write fics and explore our characters and their relationships so don’t make assumptions about what is going on with us or our muses based on what appears just on Tumblr. 

Crow literally made Laurence for Ephrem but lmao yeah a’ight, I got conned. He was literally a muse made for my muse that I helped my fiancée create but I WAS CONNED Y’ALL. 

Boring white man. Okay sweaty. Yes he’s a white man... so fucking what? Last I checked you do not get to dictate who I ship my muse with based on their race and/or gender. That is my call based on my muse’s sexualities (because y’know, I’m not a freak who would base any ship dynamic on race.). He is not boring which you would see if you read what is available for him or y’know, ASKED mxthborn about him. He has a very interesting origin that makes him not-quite-human but yeah, boring. 

Even if you do find him boring... so fucking what?? That ain’t my problem, bitch! I love him. My fiancee loves him. Ephrem loves him. I do not care if you do not like him. I could not give less of a fuck. 

TL;DR; You’re honking your big fat clown nose and showing off your ableism and weird fetishism towards Lewis Tan again with this shit. 

Ephrem dicks Laurence - and only Laurence - down and there’s nothing you can do about it. xxx 

#ask #anon #{outofsugarandblood} #THE CLOWN IS BACK DFGHDGFS

[miyiee]

“TOMINO”

“TOMINO”

Written By: Miyie 〴

(Disclaimer! Please do not read if you are someone who is easily disturbed, make sure you are over 13 to read this content may include violence, alcohol, abuse, and blood, Thank you!) This is not your typical horror genre, it truly describes real-life “horror.” I really wanted to bring out these situations, as there are many out there who suffer from these.) -Miyie 〴

It’s only imaginary, it’s something so forfeit, something you cannot deliberately see.

………...See, I once had this friend, it was only engraved in my mind, not necessarily sincere nor significant to me, someone that was so authentically cruel, but yet I followed…..

A bird caged-girl, as she started to plug her ears to block out the interphone chime, I am fighting with an enemy I couldn’t even see, even till the end I was leading myself to a truly unseemly thing. A leash clings on my neck, each step, each walk, each breath I took. I am always being watched by someone, something.

Who, you may ask? My imaginary friend. “And, it has been that way for years.”

“Free me, lift me from my guilt.” If it were only so simple.

1/2/1981

Ever since the day I was born into this world, I have always been those principles of innocence, my mother, my father always checked up on me to make sure I wasn’t doing anything bad and they would always find me quite strange for a child. You see, I was always talking to the wall, in the same position. “Look! Mommy, isn’t he nice?” Yes. Tomino loved me deeply, there was no doubt, but you see, this love was a strange one and cannot be explained. “Sure, whatever you say, Hika.” She leaned down and pet me on the head. Of course to her extent, mother would never believe such nonsense...I always thought Tomino was there, someone everyone else could also see…...

Not just me.

…...

2/18/1988

One day as my mother was going out to head for groceries, I stopped her, no Tomino stopped her, he

told me to.

“Please just don’t go today, I would like you to just stay with me.”

  The day after, it was reported, documented on the news of an incident that happened to be the same street my mother was just going to head to, xxx street of Zemark, a shooting happening between two drunk white men, about 12 people had either died that day, 9 injured within that store. These sorts of incidents would occur several times after then on any random day. “That excuse again?” Tomino this, Tomino that.” Mother would often say to me out of frustration. She couldn’t understand why her daughter was acting this certain way after all. 

Was I really that childish or…. Did I speak the truth?

But, you see, such kindness comes with a price. 

A promise that was forged. 

I spend the days with Tomino, we play together, talk together for hours, I drew and wrote on his requests, but one day, it seems he has gotten quite bored of my childish acts and lingers for a little more fun and excitement. He threw my painting on the floor in anger, “So what do you want me to do then?”I asked. I wished I didn’t have asked, maybe then I wouldn’t need to do whatever he said..…. It was a little dark outside for a spring season while taking multiple glances towards outside the window. He told me to “Go outside and stab this helpless squirrel with a kitchen knife, smear its blood around in a circle on this painting, and to finally make a box around it in the sand with a stick.” When I declined, he would get mad at me and would not talk to me for hours, doesn’t help me anymore, so I did it, I obeyed him like a dog.

Mother tried ever since, to cure me of this disease, this illness. She looked for any doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, etc. “Your child is perfectly healthy,” they said. Not even the best professionals figured it out. Tomino was always mischievous, mysterious, secretive, smart about where he moves each of his pawns. To him, this was no more than just a game.

My father abandoned me because of this, well partly. He cheated on her, secretly, but it was funny since father still had this small affection for mom, so instead, he told her a white lie. I knew all along because Tomino tells me about these things. 

I was only left with my mother. “Why me?” Why can’t I have a normal child?,” I would often hear mother mumble under her breath. My mother was no longer the kind mother I knew. It wasn’t a surprise she has become an alcoholic soon after.  

“What are you looking at? You pathetic little brat, this is all your fault!”, mother said.

“I REALLY HATE THE SMELL OF ALCOHOL.”, I screamed at her.

Miza peered in on us in the corner, she came to my house for the project.

I knew,.... She knew.

……….

Tomino would often come to comfort me when I cry, although sometimes he is upset himself and never comes, he said it wasn’t my fault. “It was Okaa-san’s fault for not understanding us enough.”

School was no different. 

“No wonder her parents abandoned her..”    

“What a spoiled child.”

“Ewww, stay away from me….”

“Manipulative bi**”

“This is all your fault!”

I have always given in the efforts to redeem myself, but they were all main just seen as an unless waste of time.

“I’m not your friend anymore! How could you do such a thing?”

Wait- KI! Wha-what about you Miza, are you going to leave me too?, I asked. Deliberately. 

She looked at me sadly but she said nothing “...........”, as she just walked alongside her other friend.

I was always the one left out. It wasn’t my fault, was it?

I had to transfer to many different schools after then. 

“Ugh, isn’t that disgusting woman her mother?”

“Why would you raise such a slut?”

It always ended terribly. 

Tears were wiped with sleeves. I weep.

So then...

9/16/1990

Mother became even more so tired of all this as each day passed by. She dressed up, packed up. Slammed the door on me.

Unknown: “Wait! What about-!”

She left me…...

 “I don’t need her anymore, I should’ve never given birth to you.”

“Don’t leave me, I promise I will do all my chores, I would never cause you any more trouble ever again, please mother!”, I layed on the floor, begging.

But, that was the last sentence mother said to me, the last she spoke to me, the last time I saw her.

“Ojii-san, Do you think it's my fault?”

Unknown: “It’s going to be okay, Hika, come with me.”

….

Years passed then, it was hard to believe. 

“Hika, breakfast is ready!” “Coming Okaa-  Ojii-san!”

“What a weird grandchild I have.”   “hahaha, Ojii-san that’s mean!”  “Come eat, child.”

“Itadakimasu!”   If you couldn’t tell already, living with my uncle was nice and comforting, for once.

“Okay, I’m off, see you Ojii-san!”

It was only us two that lived together now after dad had left us and mother had disappeared off to somewhere. Ojii-san was the only person I have now, although he is growing quite old as days pass by.

Thing was, we are tight on money. Ojii-san tries his best to reassure me and tells me to just focus on my studies but I know about our financial problems.

The only other major reason why we had food left on our plate was that “Tomino” still exists, he protects me, this was part of our agreement. I thought for sure Tomino would get bored of me soon when I grew older, but he stayed and waited for the promise we made till the very end. It seems like Tomino never really ages and he just stays the same size every day even after years. Things just stayed the same. 

Tomino grants my wishes. But, that’s it….

….

11/7/1994

I walked between pebbles, between bridges, and on bridges. Tomino follows me wherever I go. It's like he’s a stalker, but I'm used to it. "I'm fine today, Tomino, how are you? You know, I know you're there..." "Yes, whatever you say.", he replied. He raised strange doubts when I was a child, but I loved him. It was my friend after all. He was the only person who knew me well. Tomino seems to look old these days, but not so deeply.He still seems to have stayed the same even after years.

As my walk almost reached my destination, I was in the middle of walking passed the archway of the two buildings as a shortcut followed by my upperclassmen.

"Ah, isn't that Hika Normanashi?"

Please, keep in mind that……..Nobody really knows my surname. It was a secret because of family issues. Tomino also knows. And since then I haven't trusted enough people to tell them anything. It wasn’t particularly very nice to see someone expose my surname.

I felt a hand grabbed me by my wrist as they proceeded to push me against the wall as the dude kept mocking my body.

Girl 2: "Hey, knucklehead! This is it! I brought over her here."

Unknown: “This little one doesn’t seem to scream much so it’s fine boss.”

As they threw me onto the ground below them, Grabbing me and pushing my head against the wall.

"S-STOP IT! RELEASE ME!"

Girl 1: "Hey, so what are you going to do? Get your boyfriend to protect you or something?"

“……… ..!”

"Wait! Tomino, don't!"

Soon, the blood of two young girls spilled under me, on the concrete under my feet. I was soaked in blood. The young man looked at me in shock of fear as if I were the murderer.

"Y-YOU MONSTER!", he screamed.

I looked down at my bloody shaking hands. The knife Tomino has given me…...

The young man tried to resist me as much as possible, but Tomino also fled before him and overwhelmed over him. I knew exactly what Tomino wanted me to do. Through the man’s eyes, I could see what it felt like to die, the terror. "Sorry, but you’ll have to die for me, it'll be fast, I promise." I closed my eyes. I took a breath. I wondered how just how many more people do I need to kill? There was no point in arguing with Tomino. This is his identity. I’m sorry Ojii-san………. The next thing I saw when I opened my eyes were two stranded dead bodies tied onto the tracks, two trains which ran at full speed in seconds over them. The man's body was specially cutaway where the organs were visible, but Tomino did not kill him yet. It can be said that Tomino threw him most. I knew about this, the way this guy died was exactly the same as a few years ago. "........ First, a small lead ball creates a large, deep bruise and breaks on subsequent hits. Finally, the skin on the back hangs on a long ribbon and the entire area If the prisoner determines that the prisoner is dying, an unrecognizable chunk, the strike will be stopped. "

I know I'm a murderer ... my feet move suddenly. But in the wrong direction. I could not stop sitting on my lap on the lawn and staring at the dead man.

His face stared at me and wanted to return, in hopes of revenge, I knew deeply.

But, Tomino doesn’t. 

No matter how many following attempts there were, Tomino always got away with it, dragging me along. When the news of these three students was blankly announced, the whole classroom began to place the blame on me. No one dared to approach me after that. I was invisible. It was an inevitable fate.

I couldn’t bring myself to believe my fate.

I couldn’t bring myself to believe Tomino was so cruel. 

I couldn’t bring myself to bear this anymore. I only have hidden the truth. I knew what he meant, by those silent words.

I planned my defeat. If order to win, 

You must lose. 

To bring illusion to reality, how do you do that exactly?

How can you eliminate something you loved so much in the world?

Without a doubt, I am always attached to Tomino, I believed there was always loyalty that has existed between us.   

Tomino made me feel emotions, of all kinds. 

The emotion of being valued, the emotion of being appreciated, and emotions of hatred. 

It was only that I could never tell what his objective was, nor who he was anymore. I cannot recognize him. I cannot be an attachment. I cannot be the one to ‘change’ him. We are like the strings of, the lines, the blinds between the lies. I cannot be there for him, I must stay away father always told me. 

“One day, he would ruin you. Do not be fooled easily, do not be influenced by terrible people easily. Keep that in mind, Hika. ”

…..

Friend, a person whom one knows, likes, or trusts. 

Was there ever trust that has enveloped in this relationship. 

“Let’s stay togeth-er forever, Tomino.”

smiles*

Hey…..., that warm smile you gave me just there…..

Was that a lie…. Or was that the truth? 

Was it a sad one or was that a happy one?

Call me an idiot, although I always have the ability to read people’s expressions…..

 I could never tell Tomino’s. 

I have never thought this day would come. 

I have always thought, it was the truth. 

How could he speak so falsely?

What did you mean exactly? 

….

12/24/1995

“I’ve grown tired of you, Tomino.” , I’ve had enough.

“Kill me, how are you going to kill me?” Tomino mocked me.

” I’m sorry, Tomino.” 

And within that, the only thing that can convince us of their love for each other is the truth. 

“I cannot ever get rid of you until I die, right? I wish you the best in the afterlife ...really.”

5/22/1985

I remembered the day we met, 

The garden was so beautiful, the pond filled with koi fish were so lovely, the flowers were all so pretty, the bridge above it was so clean, but it was all so lonely. I sat there walking and running around playing by myself until I grew tired. Where you came into existence ever since. Then, we would always be together. Where he was always quiet and kept to himself, but I didn’t mind.

 “Ne-ne! Tomoi-no!.....”  “Hi-ka!”(learned each other’s names) I wrote down both of our names and embraced it with a heart, the poor boy seemed so flustered for some reason. 

“Promise me that you would always stay by my side, never leave me, alright?” He seemed hesitant at first but then offered me his pinky.

 But that wasn’t the promise, Tomino hid the truth, he wanted much more. He just wanted to take my white soul.

Thank you for your company. Your kindness, no one can pretend. The flowers were never too strong to sustain itself, and the petals would eventually overtime fade out. The grass are cut away little by little by the humans because they hate how it was. The trees are brought down by the people in order to feed them. But, these were all often done without anything in return. I didn’t want to leave because I have faith in Tomino, but that would be selfish to say that, that was the only reason why I have lived. I wished I hadn’t agreed upon our promise.  I don’t want to stay, because it would mean I would still have to call Tomino a friend.

“I have more than once tried to deceive you, but you will feel that I am now speaking falsely,” Tomino said. 

 Tomino could never touch me because he isn’t real and because he cannot touch me, he cannot stop me. I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. 

 12/24/1995

I feel the breath of life taken away from me by the multitude. 

It was getting harder and harder to breathe as each second progresses. I have always tried to kill myself before. Standing at the edge….. I was a coward I could never face death. 

“Why? All you have to do is just to “jump”? It’ll all be over, right?”

  But, one day I found myself hung.. “I’m sorry.”

And then, everything just blacked out. The man in black disappeared, everything disappeared. There was no “Tomino”. There was just a little boy, all alone forced to carry out his duty.

“Goodbye ..old friend” 

“goodbye,'' he once said.

I could almost hear him saying in response...

12/25/1994

A woman in a black dress came to settle down a few white flowers as she prayed her hands together, she spoke only three words…..,

“I love you.”

….

And soon,

 a few more and more,

 flowers were placed.  

“Happy birthday, Hika.” , Tomino smiled.

“Here’s your present!”, as the young boy cheerfully places down a small box with a little teddy bear sitting on top. 

=//[For anyone confused]// “TOMINO” is her teddy bear, a stuffed animal^^

Well? Where’d do you think Hika has gotten her present from[Teddy Bear]?  

#books & libraries #aesthetic #Tomino #writing #japan #kawaii #my writing #novel #flowers #TeddyBear #Miyiee #Miyie

[emeraldtart]

The Masked Decepticon

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Chapter 5: Vision

The archivist climbed the ladder, wanting to reach the datapad that he wanted. He smiled as he finally got what he wanted, but yelped as he lost his balance. A pair of huge servos caught him just in time, "For being my teacher, you sure are clumsy..."

"Haha, sorry about that. Come on, let's begin our lesson."

"Is it about Vos?"

"It is."

The archivist's student smiled. The Decepticons are lucky to have such a kind spark in their ranks.

Xxx

Every Decepticons are enraged at the news of the death of their beloved ally. Their teacher, their brother, their friend... And his beloved.

They swore to make the Autobots pay, no matter what. Even if it means destroying many sparks in the process.

Xxx

Optimus woke up and realised he's in the factory. He puts a servo on his helm, trying to collect his thoughts. Who was he talking to? And was that even him? He shook his helm. It's just a dream.

As he walks into the main room, he saw Blitzwing, Sari and Bumblebee playing videogames, and Bulkhead teaching Lugnut how to paint. Somehow the sight of the two Decepticons became a usual occurrence for the team.

"The Elite Guards are going back to Cybertron today, right?" He asked Ratchet. The old medic nodded, "Yeah. Finally, we won't see that big chinned Prime anymore."

Optimus just chuckled at Ratchet's statement. At least, now they wouldn't have to worry about anything else. Just the human bad guys, Starscream...

And Megatron.

Xxx

That day, they managed to catch Starscream, who was searching for the Allspark that he thought was with the Elite Guards.

As they were sending the Seeker to the ship, Optimus began to have second thoughts. Quietly, he contacts Blitzwing and asks him to 'kidnap' Starscream.

And he did.

As the Elite Guards' ship departed that night, Optimus went to meet the Decepticon SIC as Orion Pax. "You sure you don't want us to follow?" Ratchet asks the fake Decepticon.

"I'll be alright. Blitzwing and Lugnut are there too."

Orion Pax drove through the quiet streets and finally arrived in the forest. There was a small clearing where the three are waiting.

Starscream stood up and looks at Convoy, "... So, you're Dark Convoy? I must say that your name is... Quite peculiar."

Convoy was confused. That was Starscream first question? It wasn't his fault he picked that name. Convoy was a common Cybertronian name... Which almost became his own name.

Thanks Primus Alpha Trion has a lot more sense in picking names for Sparklings.

"... Your point?"

Starscream waved a servo, shrugging off his question, "Nothing... So, tell me. Why did you order Blitzwing to save me?"

"You're the Decepticon's second in command. If there's anyone that knows the details of the ranks, it's you."

"And why should I agree to follow your orders?"

Convoy hummed in thought. How should he make Starscream join? Should he give him something he wants? No, he might misuse whatever he gave the Seeker. His processor drifted to the weird dreams he had the previous night.

"I don't have anything to offer... But I can give you a place in the Decepticon... If you can clear up something for me."

"Go ahead."

"There was an archivist in the Decepticons. Tell me, who is he?"

Immediately, Convoy was in the air, being choked by Starscream. Blitzwing and Lugnut tried to pull him off, but the Seeker flew and tightens his grip on Convoy's neck.

"How did you know!?"

Convoy struggled to speak, but it isn't easy when you're being choked, "Know about what..?"

Starscream brought his face near Convoy's, "Orion Pax! My mentor! The archivist! Megatron's..." His voice was quiet near the end. His faceplates full of pain and regret.

Convoy coughed and held his throat, "Megatron's... What?"

#tfa #transformers animated #transformers animated au #tfa au #decepticon leader optimus #optimus prime #tfa op #orion pax #blitzwing #lugnut #starscream #megatron #sari sumdac #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ratchet

[thegreatfatnerd]

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8th Doctor finding his new companion x

Finally, it had taken a while, it was tedious yet enjoyable in a way, strange really, going through all the stuff that a previous incarnation held as important, dear and interesting. In a way, they still were because I suppose I am that person but at the same time I'm a different person. Train magazines, hundreds of clocks it would seem, but some things will never change, such as wanting a cup of tea. The Tardis knows me so well, probably better than I know myself.

 Word count : 2832. 

And So The Adventure Begins.

-------------------------------

Sat down in my favorite chair, with a perfect cup of sweet tea, what could be better. Well, staring at an empty chair, what's the point in saving worlds on a semi-regular basis and sitting to relax when you are by yourself. Well usually the Tardis steps in here, she does always seem to know best, she seems to always land in a place so I find someone or so fate gets involved. Maybe this time I should change that, maybe I could find my own companion. I must admit I'm feeling a little lonely, but not for much longer me thinks. Well, maybe I should let fate have its turn, maybe I should let the Tardis decide where we land, then again, who knows where I could end up, who knows what species I could end up with. Maybe for once, I should have full choice, this won't happen often so let's take a chance ...

Earth 2019

"Alright, I heard you I will put the rubbish out, I will eat, but no nothing unhealthy, yes I know I'm on a diet, yes I will sort out everything before I leave... I'm losing you, bye bye." I promptly hang up, "Ugh, I hate people sometimes."

I look in the mirror, this is as good as it will get, I'm 'really dolled up', by that I mean I have literally just cleaned my glasses, bright red lipstick, that if I'm totally honest was totally wrong for me, and that is it. I'm wearing my favorite dress, I think anything with a petticoat, can hide a multitude of sins.

Looking at the clock I realize as usual I'm ready with some time to spare so I make sure I've done everything I need to do. I can hardly believe it sitting here. I'm about to go on my first date, leaving it to the week before your 22nd birthday means I am more nervous than should be necessary.

One last look in the mirror, great, it doesn't really matter what clothes you wear, I will always look fat. Let's get going shall we don't want to miss the bus, that would be a great start either late or on time but out of breath and all sweaty, yuck.

As always the bus is late and it's raining so all that effort on doing my hair is undone, at least that's what I'll say to him, I don't ever really do much to it anyway, it's always big but not quite curly clip the bits off my face and we're good to go.

xxx

I'm standing in the doorway of a restaurant I've never even heard of, some Italian place, great time to get a text the exact time you're meant to meet, he isn't coming, he never had any intention to. Well, I'm here, I don't care if I'm on a diet or not. I want something greasy and unhealthy, tomorrow I'll be going back to my place to live by myself, have no human interaction for at least a week so who's gonna notice.

That's a good plan Chinese, and a walk through the beautiful green gardens, I'm sure that will make me feel better. Bench by the lake, lovely, food, check, no person in sight, even better and to top it all off the rain has stopped.

Of course, there had to be someone where I couldn't see, but hey, as long as this bloke doesn't talk to me or sit by me there's nothing to worry about. Just keep eating, the diet can start again in the morning.

"Excuse me?" First time I look up at this bloke, what the hell is he wearing, velvet jacket, don't see that everyday does you, best be polite.

"Yes."

"Could you help me, I'm terribly confused, I was wondering what year it is?" Great, he's crazy, I'm all alone and there is a crazy bloke with me, could this night get any worse. First proper look at him, and it confirms my suspicions all the good looking guys are mad.

"Umm, 2019, why?"

"Well I thought it was, but then I saw you in that dress, which looks lovely by the way, but then I thought it could be the 1950's but then I looked and saw your food and that confused me again. May I sit down?" Every other bench is empty and he wants to sit with me, this bloke who actually noticed my dress, I really want to say no. But hey I'm curious and if I'm totally honest I don't think it would be possible to say no to those eyes.

"Um, sure." I say moving my things across, I look down and realize how greedy I must look. I have enough food for at least two if not more, "Want some?" I say holding some chips up.

He smiles, I have to admit it was quite a smile, held it up, stared at it for a moment before eating it. I offered him some more of all the food, he did the same with everything.

"What's your name?" He suddenly comes out with, should have really seen that one coming.

After swallowing, "Y/N", I hold out my hand ready to shake, he does take my hand and then replies.

" Hello Y/N, lovely name, I'm the doctor."

"The doctor? Really is that what people call you, what, doctor what?"

"Just the doctor", after that we sat in silence for a little while, I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I just couldn't bring myself to break this comfortable silence, besides who am I to judge. It wouldn't be fair anyway, everyone around here thinks I'm a bit strange and that never stopped me, maybe it's the same for that guy.

My eyes are starting to itch, oh how could I forget about my hayfever, I'm sitting in a giant flower garden, this really isn't my night is it.

I pick up my bag and start rooting through it. I'm sure I had some tablets or a tissue or something in my bag, why can I never find anything when I need it.

"What are you looking for? Could I help?"

"Just looking for my hayfever tablets or a tissue or something, nothing important."

"But if you're suffering with an ailment then it must be important."

"No, it's just my eyes." I take my glasses off and wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my cardigan. "Fine, see?"

"No, no, this will never do." He rooted through his pockets, as if they were huge, then pulled out a handkerchief, "Here, use this." He offered me the handkerchief, I wasn't going to take it, but pushed it closer, I really didn't have a choice.

"Thank you" What else can I say?

"Your welcome." He stopped and sat for a moment then said: "Are you quite warm enough, it does seem to be going cold and getting dark."

I hadn't really noticed the temperature, but he was right it was getting cold, but of course, I'm not going to let him know, I'll be fine soon, I'll be walking home. "I'm fine, thank you."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure thank you." He didn't seem to believe me but didn't say anything. I put my glasses on.

"We should really leave the gardens if there is something affecting your health." He seemed to clarify, "Keep the handkerchief, I've got plenty and you might need it again."

"Oh, well, thank you." I stand up and gather my things, I don't really want to go home yet but suppose I'm going to have to.

"Which way is town again, I can never remember."

I can't help but laugh, "Well, that depends on where you need to go, most of the town is that way" Pointing which way, " train station that way, bus station that way."

"Well, which way are you going." I don't think he realizes how weird and creepy he sounds.

"Um, Oh I'm going in a totally different way."

"But you came from that way, " He said pointing down the now dark, creepy lane next to the church and graveyard.

"Yeah, that's the direction of the place where I got stood up, to go home I need to go that way."

"You said the bus station was that way."

"I'm not getting the bus." Okay, why am I saying all this to a creepy stranger, whose name I don't know.

"How are you getting home, then?"

"Walking, it won’t take too long." Although that's not entirely true it can sometimes take an hour to walk home, but I always enjoyed walking and right now a walk by myself is probably just the thing I need.

"Walk, by yourself, in the dark, I think not."

"It's alright I walk it all the time, and anyway, once you're over the river, there are street lights."

"Let me give you a lift or something"

"Oh, no, I don't want to make you go out of your way."

"It wouldn't let me walk you home," I was about to interrupt when he said, " At least let me walk you to the street lights over the bridge."

"Okay, I suppose."

He offered me his arm, he really was the nicest gentleman I've ever met. I took his arm, and we started walking.

"So you got stood up, then."

"Yeah, a bit of a disaster, eh."

"Well, I think he must be an imbecile, to stand you up."

"No he's just a man, well, here we are at the bridge. It was nice to meet you, doctor."

"The pleasure was entirely mine."

A week later

Finally everything is sorted, ready to move, just typically your flatmate tells you their moving out the day before rent is due and she's leaving today, so no way I will be able to stay.

All morning was spent on the phone to the landlord trying to explain what's happened, he seemed just as annoyed as me, he's coming to collect the keys in 2 hours.

After that all my time was taken by packing all my stuff, so now that's everything into boxes, I don't quite know what I'm doing now, I mean tonight shouldn't be a problem. I will just have to go and stay at my parents house, luckily they are on holiday for a few days and I have the spare key, after that isn't so certain though.

More immediate problem then is how am I moving my stuff, can't drive the car, it's at the garage getting repaired, so no car, not going to be able to get all this on a bus, could get a taxi I suppose.

"Good", he opens the door for me " Which way, back that way", I say pointing from the direction I just walked.

"Bye" Jess pops her head out and round the door, with a box in her arms, her boyfriend having taken everything else. "Oh give these to Mr Baker for me" throwing her keys at me and leaving.

"Why did I ever move in with her, I do not know." I don't know why but speaking to yourself does sometimes help.

I put both our keys on the kitchen table , all my boxes are outside, I've made sure everything is clean. I don't really want to see Mr Baker, he seemed quite angry on the phone, not that I blame him. I know I wouldn't be able to afford it on my own and even if I could I wouldn't want to live alone, even if I do hate people sometimes, maybe one day I'll be a crazy animal lady.

Oh great no credit on my phone, so can't ring a taxi, my parents house is about a 30 minute walk and I wouldn't be able to take all the boxes at once. So I suppose I will have to hide all the other boxes, carry one down to the house to walk back and get the next one. It's going to be a long day.

Well might as well get going, these boxes aren't going to move themselves, besides the weather says it's going to rain again later, at least at the moment it's dry. Boxes hidden behind the shed, hope Mr Baker doesn't get rid of it, that's all my sci fi stuff and other dresses. Oh great I'm going to bump into Mr Baker I know it. Headphones in, musical playlist, I think, to calm me down, let's start walking.

I can't be more than 10 minutes away from where I left, when this bright yellow car pulls up beside me, with none other than the man from last week. What a coincidence that he is up here, almost too good to be true.

"Why, hello there Y/N, what have you got there." Why do I feel the need to tell him everything.

"Oh, hello Doctor, well done for remembering my name, most people don't." That's it keep stalling that will make everything better (!) "Oh, it's just some stuff I'm taking down to a friends." Well it's kinda true.

"Would you like a hand or a lift or something."

"No need, I'm sure I'll be fine"

"It's going to rain soon might as well."

"Oh, all right."

"Alright then"

"This is a lovely car," small talk has never been my forte, besides can't really talk about the weather.

"Oh, yes, I've had her for a long time, her name is Bessie"

"She's lovely, pull in down there on the next left, that's it straight in front."

"Do you believe me?" He says from behind me.

"Are you sure this is where you were headed , you were going in the other direction. "

"Well, as you're here, I thought I'd make the most of it, and get all the stuff."

I hop out the car and head to where I know all the heavy boxes are, what I hadn't expected was for him to be right behind me.

"Funny place to keep clothes, and, are those X-men comics?"

He obviously got distracted, typical man. " Uh, yeah"

"And Wonder Woman, and Superman and Batman ... "

"Yeah there are a few there, I'm not the most sociable person, one can never be lonely with a good book or comic."

He looked up smiling, then his smile fell as he stood up. " Are you alright, you're not getting rid of them are you, you seem to love them?"

"Well, not today, but probably soon" I don't know why I told him everything but I did.

After that he helped me get everything into the car, he got the door for me , he then headed back to the house, went in the general direction of the front door then after a minute if that came back and we headed off the road again.

"I might have a solution to your problem."

"I'm listening" Please don't be creepy, please don't be creepy.

"You could come live with me" Okay it's creepy. "Hear me out, I'm an alien, I have two hearts, I would say see for yourself but I am driving. I live in a spaceship called the Tardis, I can travel anywhere in time and space. How does that sound."

"Like you have read far too many comics."

"Let me show you." He turns down a country lane , and we keep going for some time before we stop at a weird blue, police box. "This is it," He practically jumps out the car and helps me out. "This is the Tardis" It doesn't look like a spaceship, who knows what will happen if I go in there. He opens the door and I can see some lavish furniture, and curiosity always gets the best of me, so I have a look.

Best to be honest "Yes", I could hardly breathe let alone talk.

"No, way, it looks huge in there," I literally walk around this box twice before I step inside, "It's bigger on the inside."

"Do you believe me?" He asks from behindn me.

"Great let's get you moved in, before we have an adventure".

So thank you for reading, honestly I know it's not great please don't be mean and any help to improve would be greatly appreciated X

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Grace & Janis

Little Twin Times

Grace: It's not too late to change your mind! Get dad to bring you xxx Grace: 👍💜💭 Janis: Nah, you're all good, I'm going out to play footie with lads from down the road after tea Janis: You having fun? Grace: 😮😈 WHICH LADS??! Grace: of course! it's the best! 🙌 Name a film and we've got it ready to watch Grace: her mum ordered from the posh bakery too Grace: They've got each of our names iced on so you've gotta come Janis: You know, they live in the farmhouse one along if you keep going down the lane, renovated all fancy, like but they're actually alright Janis: shit at football though 😉 Janis: s'alright, you eat mine Janis: think they use too much cream, s'not as good as Da's stuff Janis: got any horrors? Grace: EW JANIS THOSE BOYS ARE GROSS DON'T PLAY WITH THEM Grace: they always shout stuff at us they think they're so 💪😎 Grace: You always say that! You'd eat custard tarts every day and never try anything new ever! Grace: 🙄 Grace: OBVIOUSLY WE'RE NOT AMATEURS Grace: the cinema room has everything it's like being out at the poshest one you can imagine 😍 Janis: Only 'cos you act like such a drip whenever you see a boy Janis: If you shouted back instead of going all giggly and red maybe they'd not take the piss, ey? 🙄 Janis: I would if I was faced with all that pastry and cream...tastes like fusty old tissue paper 🤢 Janis: At least that'll be a laugh then Janis: Her house smells like an old lady's handbag though 😂 Grace: OMG I DO NOT! Grace: what would you know anyway you're too busy trying to BE like a gross boy to get a boyfriend Grace: such a 👽 weirdo for a sister, how and why Grace: AGAIN DUH! It is such a laugh and you're missing it Grace: for football 🙄 Grace: RUDE JAN-JAN IT DOES NOT Grace: you're just jealous of how cool her house is Janis: Yes you do, you all just nudge each other and laugh like a bunch of loonies Janis: LOL and what would you do with a boyfriend, gracie? you can't even talk to one nevermind anything else Janis: for you, maybe, i'm good where i am tah 👌 Janis: why would i be jealous of having a too large tv in a too small room and calling it a cinema Janis: they ain't even got that much money, we've probably got more, they're just snobby twats about it Janis: how cool, so cool, woooow Grace: DO NOT Grace: I can't believe you've already forgotten that Jake and two of his friends are all fighting over who gets to be my boyfriend rn so Grace: I'm gonna be a great girlfriend like in all the films excuse you Grace: ugh you're the snobby one thinking we're richer than everyone and talking about how much money everyone's got all the time Grace: what am I gonna do with you? 🙄 Janis: how buzzin you must be Janis: doesn't mean you'll know what to do Janis: s'the stuff that happens after the happily ever after you need to know, graciekins Janis: only cos she's a show-off when she's got no right to Janis: always bragging that one Janis: you just don't like it 'cos you're up her hole, like 😂 Grace: I will too! I've practiced kissing loads Grace: Just because you don't have a clue don't tell me I don't Grace: You're the showoff always trying to beat the boys ugh Grace: just brush your hair, put some gloss on and come over Grace: you'll see she is cool and you're just being salty as usual Janis: yeah, we've seen the gloss on the oranges, its manky Janis: at least eat them when you've frenched them Janis: there's no trying involved, i'm just better than all the boys 😏 Janis: no thanks, i've got plans, like i said Janis: if she's so cool why you ignoring her rn hmm Grace: YOU'RE MANKY I don't even use 🍊 thanks Grace: You think as much of yourself as the boys do it's cringey Grace: and im not even ignoring her she's setting the spa up Grace: nobody's allowed to see what's she's done until she's done it so you're wrong again there Janis: Well all the others have got fellas rn or experience under their belt so don't think they're still getting in 'practice' like its a shitty teen movie 😂 Busted Janis: soz, I'll develop an eating disorder and self-esteem issues asap Janis: oh wait, no, fuck that i'm great Janis: don't hate cos u ain't Janis: better get ur surprised face ready now, you're a shitty actress, like LiLo bad post-all the drugs Grace: It's likely you, J, you've gotten really embarrassing lately 😂 make sense why you don't wanna come out. gotta stay in with the fruit bowl Grace: Don't even joke Kirsty Dixon from number 22 had to go to the hospital loads in the summer it's so serious Grace: you're the hater on me and my friends, read the chat back if you don't believe Janis: Whatever you say, Graciepoo Janis: So? She's still a lame bitch Janis: or you gonna be her best friend now too? Janis: Last I remember, it was your pals calling her names Janis: but now she's in the hospital, you all wanna send her flowers Janis: just not chocolates, she'll be raging, like Grace: YOU'RE SO RUDE AND SOOO WRONG Grace: i know you're blinded by your jealousy but it's sad how much you have no idea what you're talking about Grace: cute but still cringey of course Janis: lol jealous of what? Grace: me having friends and you being the lone loser Janis: 😂 no Janis: firstly, your 'friends', you can keep 'em, there's a reason they were free to let you tag along and be their bitch Janis: secondly, i'm happy being alone, you're the one begging me to come hang, so nice one there 👍 Grace: I'M TRYING TO BE NICE Grace: won't next time, bitch Janis: please don't 😂 Grace: laugh it up all you want you were the one tagging along with us for ages Grace: you're not too good, you're too much of a freak now that's all Janis: yeah because wittle baby gracie doesn't want to do anything on her own Janis: don't cry about it now 😂 Grace: no i didnt want my sister to be an antisocial weirdo Grace: makes me look bad too Janis: Literally going out after tea, did you not hear? Janis: You wanna control WHO I'm friends with Janis: I've got friends, I don't want your hand-me-downs Grace: those creepy boys who want to look at you in your shorts aren't your friends saddo Janis: Your mind, Gracie 🙄 Honestly Janis: lads don't care about things like that, they wanna play footie Janis: and I have plenty of other people I hang with, not everyone wants to be in a sad lil gang Grace: now who's being a baby 😂 lads always think about stuff like that Grace: 🙄 you only think its a gang because you've made yourself unwanted Grace: whatever Jan-Jan i've got fun to have Grace: be boring Janis: They really don't, they think you're mental Janis: also a right slag 😂 Janis: sure you do 😏 laters! Grace: at least they think of me you're furniture Grace: I've got plenty of time and chances to change their mind but you're always gonna be blah Janis: lol yeah, so much chance, when i'm the one that gets to chat with them every day on the pitch and you just stand there staring and dribbling, not the ball, like 😂 Grace: 🙄 so jealous at least they know me and my friends are interested they all think you play for the other team Janis: so? I'm not the slag, I'm NOT interested Janis: how lame Grace: i'm no slag either Grace: you're just being too judgey and weird to know the difference Janis: whatever you say 👌 not me you've gotta convince otherwise, is it Grace: thank god for that 😂 Janis: eurgh don't be disgusting Janis: now who's the freak Grace: EWW THAT'S YOUR MIND I MEANT YOU'VE BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD BY THE BALL TOO MANY TIMES TO HAVE A CLUE ABOUT ANYTHING Grace: 👽 Grace: so gross Janis: no you didn't Janis: you're a shit liar Janis: why would you even say something like that Janis: you're messed up, grace Grace: WHY WOULD YOU WEIRDO Janis: I didn't Janis: you're always like this Janis: you're so fucking creepy Grace: I am not Grace: you're the gross creep Janis: get your own comebacks Janis: this is why i don't want to hang with you Janis: you're so boring Grace: get a life and stop being so disgusting all the time Grace: it's not cool its just gross Janis: I've got one Janis: and it isn't yours to ruin with your lameness Janis: ✌ Grace: I can't ruin what doesn't exist Grace: can't compete with how much of a loser you are anyway Janis: stop trying then Janis: weirdo 😂 Grace: 🙄 pathetic Janis: Oh, FYI, you forgot your jammies Janis: Rio's dropping them in so you better run unless you want her to come in and show you up for being a fake little bitch Grace: No I didn't we've all got matching here already Grace: I'm doing fine get over it Janis: That's literally the most hilarious thing I've ever heard Janis: Hope you're snapping pictures so we've all got something to laugh at Janis: 'Course you are, remember to let Jake know the # Janis: so sexy 😂 Grace: You're so obsessed it's embarrassing Grace: leave me alone Janis: I'll remember that when you're pestering me later Janis: Thanks for putting in writing Grace: Don't flatter yourself that I care Janis: So blatant Janis: N'awwwwh Grace: so annoying 🙄 Grace: go away Janis: go soak your manky feet Grace: go lose on the pitch you try hard bitch Janis: me? LOL ok Janis: trying so hard to be white and likable Janis: of which, you are neither Grace: Plenty of people like me as I am thanks Janis: oh, and who are you today? 😂 Janis: you haven't got a clue Janis: faker than your brands Grace: and you do? 😂 trying so hard to be a badass all of a sudden Grace: everyone's laughing at you Grace: not me Janis: By everyone you mean your sad little friends Janis: who no one but you gives a shit about Janis: be more mad 'cos I've ditched you FINALLY Janis: and I can actually enjoy myself Grace: go and do it then Grace: you'd have to stop talking rubbish at me first Janis: do you see me there rn? Janis: I already am Janis: laughing at you takes no time outta my day Grace: 😂 Grace: like i said, obsessed Grace: nothing better to do than be this lame Janis: like i said, bad actress Janis: i still, unfortunately, have to share a room with you, remember? i've heard you crying Janis: 😂 Grace: not everything is about you Grace: nothing is pretty much Janis: Why'd you go crying to mum about me then Janis: Now I've gotta be nicer to you Janis: What a drag Grace: you're a drag Grace: and a worse actress than you think i am Janis: I'm not pretending otherwise Janis: Its impossible to be nice to you, faking it or otherwise Grace: can't be harder than dealing with being around you Grace: too cringey for words Janis: Aww Jan-Jan please come Janis: PLEEEEEEEEEEASE ITS SO MUCH FUN Janis: now that's cringe Janis: 👍💜💭 Grace: not sorry for trying to get you to keep your invite Grace: you said you'd come and the girls were expecting you Grace: some of them wanted you to be there, because they feel sorry for you or whatever Janis: I don't recall that coming from my mouth Janis: more like YOU said I would Janis: boohoo Janis: the ONLY person who gives a shit is you Grace: blah Grace: bored of you thinking you know everything about me Grace: if you don't care then leave me alone like I already told you to do Janis: how could i not? EVERYONE knows you, right gracie? Janis: ur as transparent as a window and as shallow as a puddle Janis: doesn't take a genius babe 😂 Janis: i'm having fun, fuck off yourself if you can't deal Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: your definition of fun is so sad Grace: I'm off to have some for real Grace: bye Janis: enjoy your spa and matching jimmies Janis: you wild one 😂