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asterthemegadisaster · 6 months ago

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The Right Cullen -- A Bella x Alice Twilight AU

Content Warnings: lesbian, fluff, no smut, bathing together

Twilight Saga AU where Edward stays away and Bella accepts it and develops a crush on Alice (let's be real, it was in the background already), and Alice leaves Jasper because he's a Confederate sympathizer (sorry Jasper girlies 😭)

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I drove home from school in silence, my mind brewing with anticipation at the thought of the night Alice had planned for us. Alice had been absent from school today, so it must be something big she had planned. My thoughts raced as I imagined every scenario possible, from a rom-com marathon to something straight out of a Bruno Mars song; I never knew what to expect from her, but that was what I loved about being with her. Nothing was ever the same, not to mention she was infinitely more open about her love for me than Edward ever was. I shuddered as I thought about her adoptive brother, whom I hadn’t seen in over 7 months when he ran off to wherever the hell he went.

Alice had assured me he was just going through something, but the fact that he left me instead of talking it out told me all I needed to know about him. I cried for a few weeks and Alice was there through it all.

I don’t really know exactly when I started having feelings for her; sometime between getting over Edward and the end of my junior year. It had just crept up on me, and one night I found myself crushing hard on my best friend. I thought for sure I had no chance with her because of Jasper, but when she broke up with him a week later, I had felt bad for her; at the same time my heart soared at the possibility of being with her. Part of me had wondered if she saw a future with me and that’s why she broke up with him, but when I had asked why she did it, she simply shrugged and said, “He kept talking about the Confederacy, I couldn’t deal with it, so I told him to admit the South lost or I’d leave him. Now we’re here…” she trailed off.

As I parked my car in front of the Cullen residence, my heart skipped a beat with anticipation; as I exited my truck, I saw Alice standing in the doorway, waiting to greet me, and a light blush crept across my cheeks as I ascended the steps to the front door.

“Hi,” I said, slightly breathless from the copious amount of stairs I had just scaled.

“Hi, Bella,” Alice replied in her sweet, high voice; just the sound of it made me want to melt into a puddle. “Everyone’s gone hunting,” she smiled as she stepped back to let me in the door and continued, “so we have the place to ourselves.”

I smiled and sighed, “Perfect!” I was looking forward to a date night. It had been a stressful week at school with first-semester finals coming up soon and I needed to relax. I shrugged off my coat and placed it gently on the ottoman by the door as I kicked off my worn-out sneakers. “What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked, hoping it was something low-key.

“Well, I thought we could make dinner together and then I can draw us a bath, you’re really tired,” she answered thoughtfully.

My shoulders relaxed noticeably, I was grateful we weren’t going out, and a bath sounded really nice, especially in Alice’s jetted tub. I smiled as I asked, “What are we making then?”

Alice grinned as she grabbed my hand, pulling me behind her to the kitchen where an impressive assortment of ingredients was already set out, along with mixing bowl, pots and pans, and other kitchen utensils. My eyes widened as I took in the sight; I had never realized how extensive Carlisle and Esme’s cookware collection was—I guess they really wanted to keep up the whole human thing.

“I was thinking you could show me how to make your favorite food? I don’t really know anything about cooking,” Alice said softly.

I thought for a moment before I started reaching for ingredients—ground beef, tomatoes, seasoning, pasta, onion, and tomato paste—I briefly wondered if Alice had bought out an entire store stocking the kitchen for tonight. As I selected a saucepan and a skillet, Alice’s voice rang out behind me, “What are we making?”

“Spaghetti,” I said, turning to look at her, “it’s one of my favorites. I make it for Charlie all the time. Come here and I’ll show you how to make it.” She eagerly flashed to my side and watched, eyes wide, as I diced the tomatoes and onion and used them to prepare a homemade spaghetti sauce. She made a face as I added the garlic, “I thought that was just a myth,” I said, poking her marble shoulder.

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t smell incredibly strong,” she replied, holding her nose. I couldn’t help but laugh as she lightly swatted my arm. No garlic bread then, I thought to myself; I didn’t want to overload her sensitive nose.

“I guess it’s a good thing you can’t eat food then,” I quipped, still laughing lightly.

I showed her how to boil the water and let her add the noodles to the pot while I seasoned the beef. As it all came together, Alice became more involved in the process, ultimately finishing the meal on her own. “Voila!” She exclaimed as she presented the plate of spaghetti to me. I sat down at the table and took a bite, relishing the potent flavors from the fresh ingredients. “Can I try some?” Alice asked softly.

“Are you sure?” I asked, remembering how Edward had described their inability to eat. Alice nodded her head eagerly and I passed her my fork. Her face scrunched up as she chewed, but she saw it through and swallowed.

“Ugh, every time I try human food, I’m reminded why I don’t eat human food,” she said disgustedly, handing the fork back to me.

“Well it tastes delicious to me, so I think we did amazing,” I remarked.

“Bella, would you like some tea?” Alice asked as I ate my meal. I nodded my head, my mouth too full to respond. As I eagerly finished my meal, Alice put the kettle on and exited the kitchen. She was so light on her feet that I couldn’t hear where she went.

I got up to wash my dishes, Alice was still nowhere to be seen. As I put away my clean dishes, the kettle began to whistle; before I could turn to remove it from the burner, Alice was already there tending to it. “Where did you go?” I asked quizzically.

“You’ll see,” she answered with a small smirk, placing a tea bag into the mug she selected for me. As she handed me the now full mug, she said softly, “follow me,” and walked out of the kitchen, ascending the stairs. She led me to her bedroom, where there were candles on every surface and rose petals on the floor. I set my tea down on her dresser as Alice walked to her closet. She emerged with two robes and a large stack of towels; motioning me to follow her once more, she sauntered over to her bathroom where even more candles covered the countertops and rim of the bathtub.

“Undress yourself,” she said softly, and I complied, carefully folding each article of clothing as I removed it, setting it on the floor, the only surface not occupied by candles. Alice stood behind me and asked me to crouch down a little bit so she could pull my hair back. I bent at the knees, bringing myself a little closer to her height. She smoothly gathered all of my hair into a bun at the top of my head, securing it with a ponytail holder. “Go ahead and get in,” she said.

As I climbed in, Alice turned on the jets to the tub. I sank lower into the steaming water, enjoying the feeling on my tense muscles. Alice walked back into her bedroom and when she returned, she was nude. I moved over so that she could get in next to me, but she had a different plan in mind, “Lay in the tub lengthwise,” she instructed carefully.

I moved in the tub as she climbed in front of me, sitting down between my legs with her back to me. Her small frame nestled perfectly against me as she leaned back onto my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. I turned my head to place a soft kiss on her cheek, the coolness of her skin contrasting starkly with the heat of the bath. She turned to face me and our lips met, soft flesh against hard stone, cold against warm, and I loved it. I broke the kiss and leaned back against the headrest in the tub, Alice following suit and leaning her head against my chest. I absently stroked her hair as we laid there enjoying one another’s company.

The water began to cool quickly, I turned to Alice and said, “This is really nice, but I’m getting kind of cold.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Would you like to get out?” she asked softly. I nodded my head and she was out of the tub in a flash. She quickly toweled herself off and then handed me a dry towel. I stood up and dried myself as Alice drained the tub.

We reached for the bathrobes at the same time, our hands touching, and we both giggled lightly. I pulled my hand back so she could grab the robe, but she only moved to put it on me instead. I picked up the second robe and placed it over her slim shoulders, sliding it onto her body. She walked out to her bedroom and laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I crawled under the covers next to her and snuggled up as she pressed a button and a TV rose up from the, evidently hollow, chest of drawers. We selected a movie from the large selection available to us and settled deeper into the bed, our fingers interlaced between us. As 50 First Dates played on the TV, I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Halfway through the movie, my eyes fluttered closed. Her scent filled my nose, dissolving any tension left from the day, and as I snuggled into Alice’s chest, I drifted to sleep with her arm around me.

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rosebloodcat · 11 months ago

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TTWTWK AU: Cognitive Dissonance

In one timeline, Jim wakes one school morning with no idea of the way his world would change and how close he would come to the many things he’d lost without ever realizing it. In this timeline, he wakes to his father greeting him warmly from the kitchen and making meatloaf lunches for everyone. Except Jim remembers that HE was the one who should have been making that meatloaf. And that's BLINKY standing in the kitchen.

An: I never said the parts of this story would be in order because I never knew how or when I would finish my various chapters. This one is a lot further in the timeline than the ones that came before it. And, as such, has a lot of references to things that I haven't written out and posted yet. But I'll post a quick (if a little vague) explanation for some of them in the end notes.

A warning note for those who are sensitive to it, Jim has a panic attack in this chapter. I tried not to go into too much detail to avoid triggering anyone, but he still has one and I want to make sure you all know. If it starts to mess with you, scroll past to the linebreak below it and it will have finished by that point.

Please take care of yourselves out there!

Jim woke with a gasp to a quiet sunny morning, jerking up and sending the magazine that had been draped over his face to the floor. His eyes flicked over the room, and he struggled to get his breathing to even out.

This… This was his bedroom. In Arcadia.

Looking as close as he could remember to how it had before… Before everything had changed. (A few things looked different… But maybe he was just remembering them wrong? It had been years since then. He could have forgotten about things he'd had on the shelves.)

(He felt dizzy, and his head hurt too. Maybe it was a side effect of the Krohnisfere?)

It… It worked? Am- am I really-?

He stumbled out of his bed, trying to keep quiet and avoid waking his mother as he pulled his cellphone off of his desk and turned it on.

His knees went weak, for just a moment, when he saw the date glowing at him from the screen. Part of him wanted to cry.

It worked.

The Krohnisfere had worked. It sent him back to the past. He could change things. He had the chance to keep everyone safe. He could save his best friend!

But what should he do? He could barely remember how that day had gone. Had he made breakfast that morning? What had he made? Had he also made lunch for that day?

Was it something simple like sandwiches or-

No, wait, he made lunch for himself, Toby, and his mother that day. Making the meatloaf almost made them late to school, that was why they’d had to take the canal shortcut in the first place. The canal where he’d heard the mysterious voice had called his name. The place that had changed everything.

He was… He would probably still get the amulet at the canal. But, should he go at get it now? If he went out now, he could probably get there and back before Toby got up.

There was a small fear (maybe an irrational one) that if he didn’t go out now then something would happen. Something or someone would get to the amulet before him and change everything. And possibly not in a good way.

He looked to the window and the barely rising sun beyond it. He let out a breath through his nose.

No, calm down Jim. Everything will be fine, you have time. The sun’s only just coming up. You can plan better this time. You’ll get there when you get there.

Things didn't kick off until he found the amulet. And he knew he needed that before he could try to change anything.

(There was a whisper at the back of his mind. One that was insisting that something was off. Something was different. But, of course something was different! He had memories from the future! A future he was going to change. For the better, this time.)

But he could start with something small.

Like managing his time a little better, and making it so that he and Toby weren't late. That would be a small, safe thing to start with. Something he could use to prove to himself that his crazy plan was possible.

He nodded to himself, feeling just the smallest bit more grounded now that he had a plan of action.

Looking down, he was momentarily confused about the fact that he wasn’t in his pjs. Had he really fallen asleep in his clothes the night before? And he’d just run out and spent a second day in them? Why had he done that?

Maybe it was a side effect of having to spend so long in the armor during the trip to New Jersey, but now the idea of going out in the same clothes he’d gone to sleep in bothered him. Or wearing the same sweater for more than two or three days in a row. He itched his clothes without thinking.

Okay, he was going to start this day differently. First by changing into something that he hadn’t slept in.

A quick change got rid of the itch and left him feeling more comfortable. Now he felt like he could start the day. He slipped out into the hall but paused at the top of the stairs.

He could hear someone in the kitchen.

Who would be in the kitchen? Maybe it was his mother? Maybe, because of the memories, he’d woken up earlier than he'd thought and she was still up? (But his mom was always in bed when the sun was rising since she worked the graveyard shift at the hospital…)

He slowly, carefully, made his way down the steps and turned to the kitchen to see who was there.

His brain stalled and the low thrum of his headache suddenly doubled in intensity.

The information in his brain wasn't making sense, because the person standing in the kitchen wasn't his mother. But his head was trying to tell him that was fine.

Instead of his mom, an impossibly familiar human man was in his kitchen, reading over a scribbled-out recipe and fussing with the oven. Like this was just another normal morning routine. Like he'd always been there, doing that sort of thing in the mornings.

That was his father. That was James Lake Sr.

That was his mentor. That was Blinkous Galadrigal.

Why was his dad there? Why did his dad look like Blinky?

Why was Blinky human again? And why was he in Jim’s Kitchen, cooking something?

Had he used the krohnisfere wrong? What was going on here? This was different from before!

The man looked up from the oven, smiling warmly at Jim as he shut it with one hand.

“Oh, good morning Jim. I thought you'd sleep in a bit longer since you’d stayed up late last night. I started that meatloaf recipe you'd wanted to try for lunch today.” He chuckled lightly, smiling as he straightened up and started wiping his hands with a towel. “Hope you don't mind that I made it before you got up. I'm sure Tobias and Barbara will enjoy it just the same.”

He sounded like Blinky. Like when he'd been turned into a human. He looked like Blinky as a human. So why was Jim’s brain trying to tell him that this was his father? That him making lunches for himself and Toby and his mom was normal?

His fath- Blink- The man looked back at Jim and paused, his face shifting to concern. The same concern he’d seen so many times before.

“Jim? What's wrong? Are you feeling alright? You look pale.” Jim was frozen as his father Blinky gently pressed a hand to his forehead, brow furrowed in worry. “You don't have a temperature. Do you feel sick? I can call the school so you can stay home if you do. I’m sure Norman and Jack can handle me coming in late…”

Call the school- This can’t be real. This can’t be real. Am I dreaming all of this? Jim’s brain was pulling up static, just staring at his dadmentorfatherfriend. His chest was suddenly, painfully tight and breathing hurt.

(If his chest hurt, then he couldn’t be dreaming. Right?)

“Jim? Son? What’s wrong?”

What was going on here? Why was Blinky here, as a human, acting like this was perfectly normal? Acting like he was Jim’s dad and he’d always been here? Like he wasn't supposed to be a troll in Trollmarket with Arrrgh and Draal and Vendal.

And he mentioned Uncle Norman… Uncle Norman passed away years ago, hadn’t he? He’d been Jim’s godfather, picked by his dad when he was a baby. But he’d passed away in an accident when Jim was eight. How would Blinky know about him? Jim didn’t remember bringing him up before. Hadn’t he? Maybe he’d mentioned him a couple times, but only in passing. Not enough for Blinky to really know about him.

“Come on Jimbo, talk to me.”

Had Jim already messed everything up? Had just using the Krohnisfere ruined everything out the gate? Had it somehow- Changed things when he’d used it? Made everything different just by him trying to save the people he’d cared about? Had everything been warped out of shape and now he wouldn’t be able to do anything to save anyone?

Was he already failing? Before he’d even had the chance to try?

“Jim!”

The startled shout drew his dazed gaze to the panicked look on Blinky’s face. He could feel Blinky’s hands gripping his arms, but the sensation was oddly numb. Like Jim was wearing a sweater that was a lot thicker than he’d thought.

Oh, he wasn’t breathing. That explained why his chest hurt. But what was the roaring in his ears about?

He blinked once. Twice.

He sucked in a small breath. (It was too shallow.)

Then he dropped.

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James swore, lurching forward and catching Jim before he could hit the floor and possibly hurt himself.

Well, this wasn’t how he’d expected the morning to go.

He gently adjusted his grip so he could lift Jim more comfortably. He didn’t want to risk getting him back up the stairs, but he could get him to the couch. (Gracious, Jim was getting far too big for him to lift anymore.)

It seemed he would be calling the school after all. He wasn’t going to try and send his son to school after he’d fainted.

But why? Jim hadn’t had a panic attack in years, what on earth could have triggered one now?

He frowned, heading back to the kitchen and calling the school to explain that Jim was staying home sick for the day. He’d assured the school nurse that he’d get Jim a note if it lasted longer than a single day, but the “cold” was nothing to worry about. That covered that base, so he wouldn’t have to worry about any well-meaning teachers coming over to check up on them.

(He was still reluctantly approving of how seriously Stricklander took the education of his human students. But he was still going to keep the changeling in the dark about how much James knew. It was the safer route, for now.)

He’d have to give Toby the same story once he came over. Knowing the young man, he would probably offer to bring Jim’s homework back for him or taking extra notes in class. Which would help keep Toby from worrying too much during the school day.

(A small task, something he could do to help, often helped ease Tobias’ mind. Took some of the stress he was prone to away.)

James drummed his fingers against the counter, thinking.

Barbara was sleeping off a late shift, so she would still be at home all day but… He didn’t want to just leave after Jim had collapsed like that. Yes, he wouldn’t be home alone but it wouldn’t be fair to either of them for him to just up and leave after something like that had happened.

Making up his mind, he picked up the phone again and dialed the office.

"You’ve reached the office of Polk & Lake P.I., this is Jack speaking. What can I do for you?” Came the familiar voice, reciting the familiar script. He’d hoped that Norman would be the one to pick up, but at least it hadn’t gone to voicemail.

“Morning Jack, it’s James.” He could hear the small, surprised noise from the other end.

“James? Why are you calling this early? I thought you’d still be making breakfast right now.”

“Normally, yes. But something’s come up and I don’t think I’ll be coming in today,” James said with a sigh. “Jim’s had a panic attack this morning. A bad one.”

There was a concerned hiss from Jack.

“Shit, is he alright?”

“I- I don’t know. It was bad, Jack. I’m keeping him at home for the day.” He clenched a hand in his shirt. He hadn’t seen Jim like that in ages, and he looked so much like he had when… When everything had gone so very wrong.

(It was coming up on the day when Jim had first gotten the amulet, wasn’t it? He hadn’t been keeping a very close eye on the dates. And humans kept track by a different system than trolls did. It was hard to make things line up.)

(But he wasn't too worried about it. He and Norman had done their best to ensure Kanjigar would be alright. And he trusted Norman’s spellwork.)

“Ah, I take it you’re planning on staying with him?”

“Yes, I don’t want to leave him by himself until Barabra gets up.”

“Understandable, I’ll let Norman know that you’re not coming in.” There was a quiet huff. "Knowing him, he’ll probably bring you lot lunch or something later just so he can check up on you both.”

“He probably will,” James said with a weak chuckle. He knew better than to point out that Jack would undoubtedly tag along with him to check on them as well. “Thanks, Jack. I suppose I’ll see you later.”

“Hope your boy feels better. And don’t make yourself sick worrying for him.” Jack’s voice took a slightly sharper note at the end, getting a small smile out of him.

“I’ll do my best. Have a good day, Jack.”

“Same to you.”

James let out a quiet sigh as the line went quiet, clicking the button to hang up on his end and setting the phone back on its dock. He set a timer for the meatloaf (no reason to pull it out or let it burn) then picked up a book Barbara had gifted him, settled back in an armchair in the living room, and waited for Jim to come around.

It was all he could really do.

So he read, occasionally glancing up to check on Jim. Only getting up to tell Tobias that Jim was staying home that day, and later to turn on the radio when the quiet of the house started to get to him.

(Though, he couldn’t help noting that Tobias had seemed rather out of it. He was acting oddly… rattled. And he looked rather sickly as well. He’d suggested the boy tell his nana to call him out too, if he wasn’t feeling well. Tobias had agreed and left but the odd behavior still stuck out.)

It was several hours later that Jim finally came around.

There was a quiet groan that James almost missed that made him look up and see his son shifting on the couch. He marked his page, quickly setting his book aside and getting to his feet. He gingerly sat down at the far end of the couch by Jim’s feet, trying to keep from jostling him too much with the movement.

“Jim?” He hedged, keeping his voice soft to avoid startling Jim. The teen still jolted, ever so slightly, and stared at him. “How’re you feeling? Anything hurt?”

For a moment, Jim was silent. Then, barely louder than a whisper,

“B-Blinky?”

He stopped. Had Jim just- ?

“Sorry? I- I didn’t quite catch that.” He… He needed to be sure. Before he delved into everything, he needed to be sure that he’d really heard Jim call him by his troll name. He could see Jim trying to gather himself, swallowing nervously as he slowly pushed himself up.

“B-Blinky? What- What’s going on? How are you- ?” Jim’s voice shook with each word, but there was no mistaking what he was saying. Or what he was asking.

James hadn’t been ready for this to happen.

“Well… I was wondering if you would remember at some point, but I’d started to think it wouldn’t happen.” James let out a breath, trying to gather his thoughts together. “I just… I hadn’t expected it to go like this if it did happen.”

Part of him wanted to pull Jim closer, to wrap an arm around him to help Jim calm down again. To physically comfort his obviously distressed son. But he wasn’t sure if that would help right then, or if it would just upset him more. Instead, he gave a comforting smile and slowly rested his hand on Jim’s knee.

“But, yes. You’re right, it’s me. I’m not entirely sure how I’ve become human, but I’ve had time to get used to it.” He leaned back slightly, watching Jim carefully from the corner of his eye. “I… Assume that you remember everything from the Krohnisfere?”

He waited for Jim to nod, slow and hesitant though it was. Okay, okay so now he… He needed to clarify what Jim remembered. Figure out the baselines that he needed to cover.

“How much… What else can you recall? It’s alright if it doesn’t make sense, I just want to know. To help me explain what I can.”

“You- You’re my mentor, as the trollhunter. You’re supposed to be a troll, a conundrum. And you should be in Trollmarket right now. With Arrrgh. I-” Jim paused, his voice slowly steadying out. But he was still curled in on himself, so James knew he wasn’t as put together as he was trying to be. “Today is supposed to be the day I got the amulet. I found it at the bottom of the canal when Toby and I used it as a shortcut to get to school so we wouldn’t be late. I picked the day I got the amulet for the Krohnisfere because I thought… I thought that would be far enough back. To change things.”

Oh, dear… At least that explained why Jack had picked up instead of Norman. His fail-safe plan if Kajigar hadn’t listened to their “advice” about taking extra measures against sun injuries must have gone off.

(For James, it had been advice. A polite recommendation. For Norman, on the other hand, it hadn’t been a suggestion. More of an order.)

He was hoping that, since he had yet to get a call saying that it had failed, Norman’s plan had worked and Kanjigar was still alive. And probably getting quite an earful from the weirn for not taking extra measures to protect himself when he was supposed to be the honored protector of trollkind. Norman always seemed to take a special affront over the way the trollhunters traditionally handled things…

Jim hesitated before he continued.

“But, my head keeps saying that- That you’re supposed to be here. That seeing you in the kitchen in the mornings, making breakfast for us, is totally normal. That sometimes getting driven to school by you is normal. That… That you’re my dad. The same dad that went missing when I was five, but now you’re here and I- I!” Jim dug his fingers into his hair, curling further in on himself. His breathing was picking up in a way that instantly worried James. “It doesn’t make sense! You’re Blinky and you’re my mentor but you’re human and my dad and you work with Uncle Norman who was- who was gone! But he’s here and you’re here and I- I don’t understand it! How are- Why is- What’s happening?”

This time, James didn’t bother holding back the urge. He moved over and wrapped Jim in a hug, tucking the teen’s head under his chin. One hand slowly rubbed soothing circles in his son’s back as he tried to help him calm down again. (Jim had already fainted once today and James really didn’t want a repeat of that.)

“Easy, now. Deep breaths, Jim, deep breaths. You’re starting to panic, just breathe for a few moments. Alright?” James softened his voice, his tone gentle as he spoke. “Please, just try to breathe. I know you can do it.”

He kept the quiet mantra up until, slowly, Jim’s breathing started to even out again and he slowly leaned into his father’s grip.

“S-Sorry I- I just-” There was a shaking hitch to Jim’s words, which didn’t surprise James.

“Don’t apologize, Jim. You have clashing memories, of course you’d be distressed.” He gave Jim a small, comforting squeeze to emphasize his words. “That… That helps me figure out roughly where to start. This is probably going to sound a little… Convoluted? Yes, I suppose convoluted would be the right word. But please just hear me out, alright?”

James wasn’t entirely sure how Jim would take all of this, but he would try to stick to the truth as best he knew it. Even if it meant giving it in sections throughout the day. Or possibly the week. It would probably take a while to air everything out.

“I… Alright, I guess I’ll start with this. The simplest answer, for the clashing memories, would be that… Both are true? I was your mentor, and I am supposed to be a conundrum troll, but right now I’m human and live with you and Barbara in Arcadia.”

“In our… Previous timeline? I believe that would be the correct terminology, approximately… Twenty or so years before I met you, I went missing from Trollmarket. There were some visiting trolls who had decided to travel through Arcadia itself, instead of trying to travel by gyre. They had some fragile items and were worried that the gyre would damage them accidentally. But, in doing so, they had dropped some of their luggage.” He paused, brow furrowing in thought. It was hard to recall the exact details of that night. He wasn’t sure if it was due to human memory recall or how… Unimportant it was compared to what had happened afterward. “I can’t quite remember what the reason was, now. Something startling them that made them leave it behind? Whatever it was, Kanjigar wanted to focus on that instead of just collecting the lost items. Not that he would have done it differently, being the trollhunter.”

“I had volunteered to help gather them instead because a few of them had been books that I’d asked for to add to my library. It would mean one less thing for Kanjigar to worry about, and I would ensure that I’d gotten the books. Arrrgh would have gone with me to fetch them, but someone had asked for his assistance and I’d thought that it would be simple enough for me to handle on my own. I remember going out with Kanjigar, the two of us splitting up once he’d found the trail he was after and confirming that it wasn't near where I would be, and then… Well, I’m rather unsure what occurred after that. But I hadn’t returned to Trollmarket before dawn that night. Or the next night. Or the one following that.”

“No one knew where I was or what happened to me. I’d just vanished into the night, as far as anyone could tell. Until Kanjigar finally found me wandering the sewers in a daze, ten years after I’d first gone missing. I had no memory of what had happened, or where I’d been, or anything from those ten years. It was all a blank. It was a mystery for everyone, myself included.”

He remembered the bag of supplies and the bent little piece of metal he’d been found with. How they’d haunted him from their shelf at the back of his library for years. Now, he knew what they were. His supply bag from Norman and… And his wedding ring.

(Learning that he’d forgotten something so precious stung.)

“Until… I suppose it would be about seventeen years ago, in this timeline, when I just suddenly- Remembered. And, somehow, I was human instead of a troll. One that had been found, unconscious, in Arcadia and had woken with amnesia. I was staying with Norman as his coworker and housemate in his investigative office. Whilst getting semi-regular checkups from the local hospital, where Barbara works.” He hesitated, feeling the way Jim’s hands had clenched against his shirt. “I-I believe you can follow the leaps of logic from there.”

There was a moment of quiet as James let his son digest what he’d told him. He heard Jim let out a shaking breath.

“But… How are you still here? Why haven’t you…?” The sentence trailed off, but he didn’t need to hear the rest of it to know how it finished.

“Why haven’t I… Changed back yet? I’m honestly not sure. I’m not even sure what had made me human in the first place,” he said with a thoughtful hum. “I have a few guesses for the exact events that may have changed it. But I assume that the main trigger would be that I regained my memories of the future. And, thusly, I avoided whatever even caused me to change back last time. It could have been from my own meddling, or the extra protections that Norman’s placed, or perhaps the simple act of remembering subverted it. Any of them could be the answer. Or perhaps all of them are. Or even none and something I’m completely unaware of prevented it.”

He leaned back so he could look Jim in the face, his own firm and calm.

“No matter the reason, I’m here. I’m healthy. And I remember. Okay?”

“Okay…” Jim’s voice was quiet, but James could see the tension slowly bleeding out of his frame. Though he couldn’t say if it was from relief or from the exhaustion of his earlier panic attack setting in.

He glanced over at the clock. It was getting rather late in the day and Jim hadn’t eaten that morning. There was nothing wrong with taking a break for a little bit.

“Well. Your mother won’t be up for a while longer, and I’ve already called you out of school for the day, what’s say we use this time to start making lunch? Something larger than we’d normally have time to make. I’m sure Norman and Jack will show up to check on us. So we may as well have something for them as well.” He smiled gently at Jim, remembering how tired panic attacks tended to make humans. “Unless, of course, you’d rather lay down for a bit and get some rest. Your morning’s been unexpectedly trying, after all.”

He watched his son’s brow furrow, carefully thinking over his options. And, likely, everything that James had told him since he came around.

“I… There’s more, isn’t there?” He asked, looking up at his father. “You… You mentioned meddling? What have you been doing?”

“Yes, there is more that I haven’t gotten to yet. But I know there’s such a thing as “too much at once”. So I’d rather you take some time to wrap your head around things before I delve into more.” He raised an eyebrow at the teen in front of him, his tone became lightly chiding as he continued. “Especially on an empty stomach. You’ve already skipped breakfast today and I’d rather avoid you skipping lunch as well.”

Jim flushed, ever so slightly, at the subtle reminder of his fainting spell from earlier. He let his smile come back.

“At the very least, it can wait until after you’ve gotten some toast in your system.”

“Al-alright. But I… I want to ask questions.” James smiled at that. He’d expected nothing less.

“Of course. I’ll answer them to the best of my ability, Jim.”

AN: Okay, quick notes time!

2) Jack is Jack Fain and he was ahem "hired" by Norman as a new assistant for their office. There is gonna be a whole chapter dedicated to the details of that but the simplest is that Jack Fain wasn't his original name and he's not as human as he pretends to be. But his loyalty is to Norman and he actually enjoys his new job and bosses, so there are no odd feelings about how he joined their side.

1) Kanjigar isn't going to die in this fic, thanks to careful planning between James/Blinky and Norman (and a few underhanded tricks that Norman has no plans of telling him about until after they kick in.) He knows James is Blinky and has met the office before, but Kanjigar DOESN'T know that he remembers that he's supposed to be a troll or that he has memories of the future.

They kept him in the dark on purpose to avoid him doing something stupid or unintentionally messing up the plans they're trying to put into motion. (Kanjigar is well-meaning, but he can be a little stupid/reckless at times.)

4) Part of Jim's panic attack comes from leaving the ruins of Arcadia. I just can't believe that he was able to send himself through time and handle it perfectly fine. He's too traumatized/in shock for things to be as neat and clean as the show made it seem.

3) Blinky/James wants to keep Strickler in the dark, for many reasons. But at least one was that he wanted to make sure Janus Order didn't get any hints about what they were up to. Or get suspicious about what their leader was doing without telling Bular or anyone else. Thus far, they've succeeded.

At most, he's figured out that Norman's a powerful weirn that's keeping the Night Things in the area under control.

And that's it for this part. I decided I was gonna split this up into more than one part because so much of it was just- Blinky/James talking. And it felt like it would be too much information at once. It's one thing to recap, but this would be a lot of talking about things that haven't already been covered. So it gets to be more than one part for reading convenience.

Questions and Queries are welcome!

#TTWTWK au #The Things We Thought We Knew AU #jim lake jr #blinky #blinkous galadrigal #Jack Fain #trollhunters au #tales of arcadia #toa #human blinky #james lake sr #Blinky is James Lake Sr #Blinky is Jim's Bio Dad

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marabarl-and-marlbara · 7 months ago

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hi Mara, i reread your old A:N fanfic the other day (the hatecorp one), its really interesting and i liked it!! i just wanted to tell you that + im looking forward to the next A:N fic you write ^^

hey anonymous, i appreciate that--really: i don:t think my readership is particularly high and for most of my writing i wholly expect its reception to be little more different than tossing it into a bin, so i:m always pretty happy to hear someone read/liked something i wrote (like someone snuck it out of the bin and read it);

the hatecorp fanfic is a weird one because it was my first 'clash' with going against autofiction and feeling of friction from writing simulacrum of experiences that are not my own--although i:ve been to Clearwater and talked to Scientologists and bought the books and read the books and visited teeny tiny little orgs and been yelled at by protestors and watched the Sea Org march about stony faced before entering shuttles that scuttle around the roads--i had not paid for any courses and my attempts to join the Sea Org were waved off; the hatecorp as it exists for me would stop at the org and with telling the receptionist that i want to join the org, and going home after.

i think it was part ~2 of that fanfic where i felt like i had no idea what i was writing except that i did not like the feeling i had while writing it, "i:m just regurgitating knowledge i know"--it was a fanfiction i couldn:t write with any real heart, so it only had the simulacrum of anothers heart; parts 1, 3, 4 were mostly from me (i still write about the founding sister; there are several unfinished stories about her), but it also wasn:t coincidence that immediately after writing that fanfic i decided to value my own experiences more highly and became fixated upon the Adventists and Ellen White and started re-attending my local church where i had gone for schooling and rehabilitation, and that basically all my writing after became a murk of Adventism and chirality, because, after-all: i am haunted by a ghost of adventism and christianity.

the latest fanfic i:d been working on ('which you can read as a draft on my substack on the monthly paywall posts >:-))' feels like dirt advertising a clunky draft, but i do put all my drafts in those posts) is focused on viva because, lately, i:d been wanting to reconnect with 'old mystiques,' spoon-bending, silvery flying saucers, cattle mutilation, almond-eyed aliens, crop circles, ESP, telekinesis, gangstalking, and of course: 5G, though mostly grafted onto john keel's superspectrum stuff from eighth tower--a move away from Love Corp, and a move away from a childhood in scientology that was not my childhood; i wanted to write about those blue cars i keep seeing, because i keep seeing them; just yesterday they pulled up on the shoulder and far into the grass and nudged up against the sidewalk as soon as i approached and waited for me and idled. there was that anonymous question about "what i would like to tell someone," which i still think is a silly question because as i view myself i have become stuck on a single paranoia and religion that has threaded itself through every single thing i have written and every single thing i have drawn, and every-thing is a desperate attempt to seed that singular rotten datum into everything else in different weathers and soils--and this fanfic is no different, because i can only write from the hauntings of my own experience.

fifth linebreak,

sixth,

seventh,

take care anonymous, thank you very kindly for your readership; unrelated note: i was thinking about "daydream season 3 castle rock" and what i would want to see is "protagonist is a Christine possessed teen who is starting to see the 'shitters' that are befouled by his car, and his attempt to survive the very real infection of the outer-space saucer filled with dead Tommyknockers that are haunting the town from a mile down inside the earth--sideplot is the advertising firm from Cujo is trying to establish itself within the infected town but is facing John Carpenter They Live style opposition"

#faith #archangel:nemesis

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incorrect-mtg · 2 years ago

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Flavor Text Highlights

So, one thing that I did two years ago (and have kept updated since) on twitter was my flavor text thread, where I went through each set in Magic history and picked the top 4 (or, for some exceptional cases, 8) best pieces of flavor text in my opinion.

Since then, I have regreted some choices and very much dislike the fact I can't edit the original tweets to reflect changes on the rules I followed for card selection... So I might as well use Tumblr as the place to correct all that.

Every day from now on, I will re-post a set from the list until I catch up to it, then eventually update it as new magic sets come out. The rules for selection can be seen after the linebreak below (as well as a full list of sets I've already gone through, with links). The first one can be found here.

1- Categorization

I will always try to select a diverse list of cards so as to fill the following 4 categories of flavor text types:

Cool - Boasts and descriptions that serve to make the subject matter of the card seem powerful and/or interesting.

Funny - Dialogue, descriptions or epigrams meant to get a laugh out of you

Worldbuilding - Flavor text whose biggest strength comes not from what it says on its own, but how it helps build upon either the world the set takes place in or the story of the set in question

Emotional - This one could conceivably be separated in two whole categories, but it encompasses cards that would fill the same niche as the "Cool" category but with a specific focus on either sadness or horror.

However, there will be situations where there might be a number of good flavor texts within a certain category while another is found lacking of any truly great options. In such scenarios, I will simply remove one (and in rare cases more) of the categories and repeat one of the remaining options. For an extreme example, the first Un-sets barely had any non-Funny options, so when picking cards from those sets most/all of the picks will be from the Funny category.

2- Card Selection

Cards will be reviewed only if they have new flavor text (using scryfall's "new:flavor" filter) and only if it's original flavor text (aka no real world references or quotes from literature) while sets will either be reviewed alone or grouped up depending on the amount of eligible cards in the set. Although I don't have a hard cut-off point for how many new flavor texts a set needs to be reviewed alone, the general range is around 150.

For sets that don't reach that number, they will either be bundled with an associated set (i.e. reviewing Commander precons with their associated Standard set) or bundled with a lot of other smaller products until a suitable number is reached (i.e. bundling all early Masters sets and Duel Decks together, since the amount of new flavor texts in those products is very low).

2.1 - Cycles

For some sets, a collection of cards (usually a cycle) will have flavor texts that work together, expand on each other or combine into a single theme. If said interaction is particularly good or if there isn't already a good flavor text that can stand up on its own, a cycle might be picked for a specific entry. Below, I will try to set up a list of every post for this, in order:

Alpha/Beta/Unlimited

Antiquities

Legends

The Dark

Fallen Empires

Ice Age | Homelands | Alliances

Mirage | Visions | Weatherlight

Portal

Tempest | Stronghold | Exodus

Portal Second Age

Unhinged + Unglued

Urza's Saga | Urza's Legacy | Urza's Destiny

Mercadian Masques | Nemesis | Prophecy

Invasion | Planeshift | Apocalypse

Odyssey | Torment | Judgment

Onslaught | Legions | Scourge

Mirrodin | Darksteel | Fifth Dawn

Champions of Kamigawa | Betrayers of Kamigawa | Saviors of Kamigawa

Core Sets (4th Edition - 10th Edition)

Ravnica: City of Guilds | Guildpact | Dissension

Coldsnap

Time Spiral | Planar Chaos | Future Sight

Lorwyn | Morningtide | Shadowmoor | Eventide

Duel Decks

Shards of Alara | Conflux | Alara Reborn

Magic 2010

Zendikar | Worldwake | Rise of the Eldrazi

Magic 2011

Scars of Mirrodin | Mirrodin Besieged | New Phyrexia

Commander Precons (Commander 2011 - Commander 2019)

Magic 2012

Innistrad | Dark Ascension | Avacyn Restored

Magic 2013

Return to Ravnica | Gatecrash | Dragon's Maze

Masters Sets

Magic 2014

Theros | Born of the Gods | Journey into Nyx

Conspiracy + Conspiracy: Take the Crown

Magic 2015

Khans of Tarkir | Fate Reforged | Dragons of Tarkir

Magic Origins

Battle for Zendikar | Oath of the Gatewatch

Shadows Over Innistrad | Eldritch Moon

Kaladesh | Aether Revolt

Amonkhet | Hour of Devastation

Ixalan | Rivals of Ixalan

Unstable + Unsanctioned

Dominaria

Battlebond

Magic 2019

Guilds of Ravnica | Ravnica Allegiance | War of the Spark

#magic the gathering #flavor text highlights

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hickorydaisy · 1 month ago

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Pulled another scene out of Worst Hiring Process due to The Changes so here's these rejected 555 words I guess. What information do I even put up here how do I format this?

Title of Fic WIP: Worst Hiring Process Ever Title of Deleted Scene: Breakdown at Night Other Relevant Stuff: It's about Oboro idk

How the fuck to I do I linebreak on tumblr I'll do my best

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Oboro managed to hold out until Tenko went to bed. It was a close thing, but he already felt protective of the kid. He wasn’t going to let him blame himself for the absolute shitshow Oboro’s life had become in the last - actually he had no idea how long he’d been in the lab.

What was today’s date?

How long had it been since he died?

How long had his friends and family mourned? How long had his partners believed him to be gone forever? Would he be gone forever? Would everyone continue to mourn?

Should he mourn?

He had died. On some level, he still felt -

He was undead.

He saw himself in the mirror, and god - his hair had darkened to a rich purple, his eyes changed to a piercing yellow. In addition to the jagged scars on his arms, there were matching ones on his back, and on the back of his left leg. He both looked exactly as he always had and nothing like himself.

He really was a zombie. A - what had All For One called him?

A Nomu.

Fuck.

He had been killed because a villain needed a nanny for his kid. He had been killed -

He curled up on the bed - his bed, now, he supposed - and let out a small sob. He was dead, he was dead, and Shouta had been there and - and -

And now Oboro would never see any of them again.

He was dead; he was a villain now, although not by choice. He didn’t doubt that if All For One tried to search for him, he would be found, given that apparently he was capable of dropping buildings on people’s heads in order to obtain a fucking nanny so running wasn’t an option.

Dying wasn’t an option either. He’d probably just be brought back again. Besides, he couldn’t do that to Tenko.

So, he was a villain now. If he saw any of his friends again, his family, his lovers, he’d probably have to fight them. Hurt them, even, if they tried - no, best not to think of it now. His only duty was to take care of Tenko, and they - none of them would hurt a child. He’d probably just be able to run away.

But what about in the future, when Tenko is grown?

He didn’t want to think about that right now. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

Tears continued to leak from newly-yellowed eyes, picking up grime the rain hadn’t washed away as they traced patterns down his cheeks before falling on the pillow. It didn’t seem like the villains had bothered to clean him up at all after dragging his corpse out of the rubble, because he was covered in a fine layer of grit and dust, much of it turned to mud with the rainwater. Worse than that, he was still wearing the tattered remains of his hero costume, torn and covered in dust and his own blood, only somewhat cleansed by the rain, if at all. The blood, at least, had been given ample time to set.

He needed to get up. He needed to clean up. He needed -

He didn’t want to move. He was exhausted.

He cried into the pillow, mourning the loss of his own life until he fell asleep.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #mha #bnha #my hero academia #league of misfits #worst hiring process ever #oboro shirakumo #shirakumo oboro #kurogiri #erasercloudmicnight #it's implied anyway #Other characters mentioned but mostly this is just Oboro crying #Whee

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lilacella · 8 months ago

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I have read your Safehouse fic, and I really loved it, it is really well-written and overall great.

Just one thing, there aren’t many proper line breaks, so it reads as a giant block of text, which decreases readability for many people. As in, many people are unable to read easily/conveniently with such formatting.

This is not a complaint or anything- just throwing it out there, if in case it had gone unnoticed. Really sorry if this comes across as unsolicited advice, I only wished to inform you, as if you changed the formatting to make it easier to read, it may increase interaction even more.

I myself was slightly deterred from reading it at first, as my brain physically cannot process text without line breaks very easily, but I’m glad I did because I really enjoyed the fic. Anyway, just sharing, and I apologise if this is not welcome, please feel free to ignore it if so.

I am aware of this issue. I used to post straight to tumblr and here the linebreaks work differently and I was too lazy to reformat for ao3😬😅

But I totally agree, I would hate to read it like that too 😅 i actually command anyone who does.

I have started to reformat my old fics one by one but it is tedious work and I haven't gotten to safehouse yet.

I'm glad you made your way trough regardless and enjoyed 🥰🥰

#sloth ask #I am on it I promise

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starcatcher-psywurm · 8 months ago

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Oh it's literally just a caterpillar..... no weirdness at all outside of terts. It's just a tomato worm..... Neat.

Feel like harp should've been on them as a base feature thing or you know they actually went weird with it instead of just drawing a caterpillar. I don't hate them, it's just yet another ancient that is just kind of there to me. Also they keep re-using the same male pose and I hate it, it's my least favorite male pose for any breed and they keep copying and pasting it.

Disappointment aside I'm happy they at least diversified bodies for once, I was getting so tired of the same exact dragon copy and pasted. Still wish most of these non-linebreaking terts would've gone to moderns when a lot of them are what people have been wanting for years. (Eclipse, gecko, etc. etc.)

#negative #their unique gene pool feels so small too; but I'd have to look at previous releases to see if it is #I'm sure the female pose will get really nice skins though; if people don't drop them immediately like they do most ancients

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m0r1bund · 6 years ago

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[Image: The gentle Basin and Range ridges of central-southern Arizona, under a radiant sun. Dia is tucked away in there somewhere, too.]

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Had an art party yesterday. Got to use acrylics for the first time in a while! :^D

I am inspired by Fiachmara's insightful descriptions... I want to share a little bit about the mountains here in the southwest, because they're something of a geological oddity.

Much of the United States Southwest falls into the Basin and Range province. This region is characterized by long, gentle mountain ridges, intercut with sloping valleys, with each range aligned roughly south-southwest. If you've ever driven through the area or watched it pass by through an airplane window, you probably know what I mean; the pattern is really hard to unsee once you see it!

This pattern was formed by an uplifting in the mantle ~20 million years ago, which stretched the lithosphere (the crust and a portion of the mantle-- essentially the tectonic plates) thin. The stress of being distended created faults all across the surface, which in turn created large "blocks" of land that have either subsided and eroded into gentle valleys (called graben) or raised into mountains (called horsts.) Incidentally, this crustal thinning is also part of the reason we have volcanic activity here in AZ, despite being located far inland from the nearest faultline. The Superstitions and the San Fransisco peaks are just two examples associated with this (the former being an extinct caldera, and the latter being a dormant (but very much not extinct!) volcano.)

You can read a little more about the Basin and Range province here, if you fancy.

#.... my linebreaks are gone :^|#diaspore tag

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babyspacebatclone · 2 years ago

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Welcome to “Tomorrow will be soul destroying, I have a fic idea, write as much as I can to feel happy!” rough drafts!

Companion to This Ficlet (Don’t Tell My Wife about the Tanks; She Thinks I’m Fishing with my Brothers) all the way at the bottom of the thread

Three Weeks in Etheria from Entrapta’s Perspective

“Entrapta, I wish to inform you I shall be - travelling with my brothers for… an unforeseen amount of time.”

The Dryl Princess looked up at Hordak from the circuit board she’d been soldering, smiling brightly beneath her mask.

“That sounds great! Family bonding activity?” she guessed.

Hordak repeated the words carefully, rolling each in his mouth as though none were familiar.

She clarified. “A planned enjoyable activity or series of activities shared with family members with the intention of reinforcing emotional bonds, trust, and happiness within the group.”

While the actual activities Scorpia had described to her had failed to sound particularly enjoyable or capable of achieving the desired result, Entrapta had found the concept itself fascinating and worth further exploration when time was convenient.

Approximately a third of Hordak’s clone Brothers had begun attempts at engaging in an Etherian lifestyle, with a third of those being able to be defined as “Great Success” by Entrapta’s reasoning and most of the remaining “Working towards Success.”

Hordak himself, however, had struggled greatly between his desire to help his Brothers and own feelings of awkwardness towards social interactions. To this point, Kadroh had taken the largest lead in encouraging healthy activities within the group, and Entrapta was thrilled Hordak was feeling a desire to participate.

Her lover frowned, the fine distinction that indicated “contemplating” instead of the more typical “exhausted frustration.”

“Is it still a - ‘family bonding activity’ if the event is one where… you are not enjoying the activity itself, but will feel a shared sense of satisfaction upon completing success?”

“Yep!” Entrapta beamed with confidence. From her understanding, the intention of shared time and experience mattered more than the activity itself, and when working with Hordak’s brothers “enjoyment” was often still a very sensitive, if not panic-inducing topic.

Hordak gave a sharp, wide grin of pleasure. “Then yes. My brothers and I shall be gone for an unforeseen, but hopefully short, period of time on a ‘Family Bonding Activity’ where we seek a successful completion of our objectives.”

“Awesome!” Entrapra was already turning on her blowtorch again.

Kadroh had been getting a lot of training from Adora about engaging in healthy, appropriate activities.

She could trust the group would be safe until notified otherwise.

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Entrapta had intended to keep her communication pad with her while Hordak was gone, but like usual when she picked it up to go eat with Imp that evening, it was muted. She shrugged as she checked her messages; anything important, Hordak would have contacted her through the Castle’s interface.

There was no messages from Hordak, which was a good sign; no trouble he couldn’t handle, and engaged enough he wasn’t lonely!

The forty three awaiting video messages from Perfuma, however, was completed baffling.

Perfuma sat firmly in the status of “Close Friend’s Romantic Partner” in Entrapta’s social hierarchy. While technically she had more historical grievances with Catra than the Plumerian Princess, she also shared both more positive activities and interests with the catgirl.

This left Perfuma in a position where Entrapta viewed her either neutrally or as an annoyance, but one she was required to be polite to and had a great personal desire to achieve the latter for the wellbeing of Scorpia.

So, it was with resolve and only a little teeth grinding she opened the first message.

It was closed before two seconds had past, teeth grinding significantly harder.

This was an issue. The speech to text program she had developed to deal with undesired but necessary video and audio messages was under normal circumstances excellent, but showed a great weakness attempting to transcribe emotional distress.

And in those two seconds, in was clear Perfuma had worked herself into a hysterical meltdown.

No messages from Scorpia, at least; this shouldn’t be due to an issue with the romantic relationship.

Entrapta would have the transcription program run while she and Imp ate, and attempt to decipher the results later.

It couldn’t be that important.

#short ficlet #entrapdak #entrapta #three weeks on etheria from entrapta’s perspective #don’t tell my wife about the tanks #she thinks i’m fishing with my brothers

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folfar · 3 years ago

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obviously now with my main distraction [jeeves fic] out of the way I should be thinking about finishing sb so I am instead thinking about milf laurent!! it’s the law!

Anyway so in von trapped Laurent is obviously being drugged and as they wear off he’s going to be such a bitch because he’s miserable and he’s going to go after every single one of Aimeric’s siblings bc they’re there but it’s just going to make them like him more. aimerics narration like ‘wow he’s such a bitch’ vs the sibs like ‘that’s my mOM!!!’

Anyway like, case in point:

[laurent had just verbally flayed Claude and L for the yellow clothing]

“Thankyou mother,” Liliver said shyly. The prince- Lau- HIS- hands stilled.

“Your kindness means so much to me.”

“Kindness” he said, brow raised.

Aimeric braced himself for the inevitable excoriation.

Liliver had never been stellar at body language. Her marriage to Claude was evidence enough.

“Yes,” she said. “The late lady of the castle - well she was very capable. But she never warmed to me.”

Aimeric rolled his eyes. It was hard to warm to one as terminally obtuse as Liliver.

“I don’t like yellow either,” Liliver confessed. I rather think it makes me -

Sallow, Aimeric mentally substituted.

“Sallow,” Liliver said, much to his surprise. A soupçon of self awareness? Say it wasn’t so.

“But Claude did spend such a lot of money on it. And the late lady would never have approved of such wastefulness. To own something and not wear it…”

“Yes,” he said. “I have family who feel the same.” He pushed his hair behind his ear, as if to - well, push the hair out of his face. Aimeric wasn’t going to ascribe meaning to the his actions in case he noticed and said something about it. But Aimeric did notice a mark on the lobe of his ear, like a piercing had sat there, once.

Boring, Aimeric thought, and fiddled with his own pretty garnet bobs.

So what, he thought. Mother had liked things to be useful. Aimeric had always got the feeling that he wasn’t - in her eyes - a useful thing himself. And that was why he had gone to Arles, when the others stayed tucked under her wing, so that he could learn to be useful. And he had. He’d done something for their family.

Lilliver had never learned to be useful, so it didn’t matter if her feelings were hurt. She’d never even tried.

Mother never acknowledged his new usefulness. But it didn’t matter. He dealt with that fine, so Liliver could just put up with it.

sidenote what the fuck is up with these linebreaks

#aimeric #captive prince #hweat is this

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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I'm about to ask something very selfish but in my defense, I love the way you wrote the nightmare prompts for Macaque. So how about we give Swap!Macaque (and/or Mei) some nightmares too?! Maybe with 5 and 37?

Not selfish at all! I love getting prompts from you and filling them every time! This one hit me with a lot of inspiration super fast actually, I loved writing this! It doesn’t seem to mater which Macaque it is, I like making this monkey man suffer through horrific nightmares.

Warning: descriptions of blood and dead bodies in the nightmare, everything is a nightmare until the linebreak, Mac’s thoughts are racing, eye injury, lots of struck through text that may make it hardish to read.

Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here./This is all your fault by the way.

When Macaque arrived the ground of Flower Fruit Mountain was bathed in crimson and smelled of copper and fear.

He didn’t remember arriving, just that he had, and his stomach churned as he realized that among the red there were bodies. How did he miss the bodies? There were too many bodies that didn’t belong, none belonged but they shouldn’t be here they were long dead why were they here now.

Macaque didn’t stop to check the bodies. Didn’t stop to check on Red Son’s parents, hair loose and horns missing. Didn’t stop to check on Mei’s friends, the larger one curled around his smaller companions in a protective way that hadn’t helped why was he why was Tang why that shouldn’t be possible how he couldn’t be here not like this.

There were more bodies, people who he recognized from centuries ago, people that were long gone, people that should not be dead, people he didn’t stop to check on either.

He had to find Mei, Red Son, and MK. That was the only thing he could feel rushing through his mind he had to find his kid the kids. As long as the kids were alright he could... they could...

Suddenly he had made it back to the place Sun Wukong had kept him not so long ago, the place where MK had come to rescue him, the place where he was nearly tricked with a clone wearing Mei’s face it was so cruel Wukong would stoop so low to keep him still he wouldn’t be tricked again no no.

“You’re late,” Wukong’s voice reverberated all around him did the room used to echo like this as he emerged from the shadows, smirking that same smirk he always wore but with a more victorious tilt. “Not that it really matters, I was able to handle the ones who tried to stop me quite easily.”

“Where are they?” Macaque hissed out, low and threatening and growling deep in his throat as Wukong’s smirk only grew more jovial.

“They’re right here, Liu Er,” Wukong said, motioning to a spot that Macaque had somehow not noticed before was that there before he should have seen it.

In the corner of the room laid MK and Red Son, MK curled up on Red’s chest and holding him tight, looking more exhausted and still than Macaque had ever seen them before. They were coated in blood, not their own it seemed, but the bruises were certainly theirs. Had it not been for MK’s nearly imperceptible fearful sleeping shudders and the soft raise and fall of Red’s chest barely moving MK’s head he would have thought them gone as well were they clones they couldn’t be could they Wukong wouldn’t make a second MK right?.

Mei was not with them.

“Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here,” Wukong continued as easily as if he was talking about a nice summer’s day, and he turned and Macaque realized his tail was still hidden in shadow. “Far too cautious after their last encounters with me I suppose. Smart, if I am being generous. But they learned their lesson quickly that they would not be rescued. They seem happy enough, being given the chance to stay together, howev-”

“Where is Mei?” Macaque interrupted with another growl, louder and angrier and still looking behind the other monkey with fear and anticipation rising in him.

“Why, she’s right here of course,” Wukong said, voice dripping in poisonous buttercup sweetness as he pulled his tail out of the shadows and Mei along with it.

She looked... unharmed, appearance almost immaculate even. The fears of her being a clone welled up in Macaque once again but her eyes... full of fear and rage, as she glowered up at the Monkey King and tried pull her arms out from under the tail wrapped around her waist, they were hers. It was Mei. It was Mei it was his kid she was safe she was ok his kid was ok why was she unharmed that didn’t make sense.

“I wanted you to be here for this, Liu Er,” Wukong said the second Macaque let out a breathe of relief, and before he could react he was being held down. More Wukongs, clones that looked nothing like MK, holding his arms and legs and waist and one holding his head up to force him to look what was he supposed to see no don’t make him look he knew was was to come didn’t he he didn’t want to see he should be able to fight this why couldn't he. “I asked you before didn’t I? What if I gave her a scar to match yours?” He flexed his hand, another clone coming up behind Mei to hold her head still as her eyes her eyes widened in fear.

It happened too fast, all at once, but it felt too slow. Wukong brought his claw down swift and sharp and there was red and Mei was screaming.

“There,” Wukong chuckled, gently wiping the blood away from her eye to show Macaque his work. “Now you really match him Sweetie...” He turned to Macaque clearly enjoying the horror that must have been on his face. “This is all your fault by the way.”

Mei continued to scream.

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“NO!” Macaque screamed out, panting heavily as he sat up in bed.

There were no clones. No smell of blood. No dead bodies.

No Sun Wukong.

Macaque laid his head in his hands, breathing still heavy as he tried to calm himself down. Everyone was alive. His friends were alright. Mei’s friends were alright. The dead were not here anymore. MK and Red Son weren’t hurt. Mei was... Mei... was...

He had to take a deeper breathe to calm himself again, knowing it was impossible. If there was no smell of blood then Mei was fine.

But something in the back of his mind screamed at him to check on her anyway, just in case, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaving his room anyway. He hoped that his yelling hadn’t woken anyone else, and from the looks of it they hadn’t. The rest of Fire Cloud Cave was still asleep, his ears picking up on the deep breathing and snores and occasional mumbles of the others.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the place where Mei was staying, shifting into something smaller just in case to sneak by to keep from waking anyone. He didn’t want to wake anyone just because he was worrying over something that couldn’t have happened.

Mei was there. Sleeping soundly even as he transformed back, hair flopped down over her face. Carefully, Macaque let his glamor fall and he rubbed his thumb over the scar that graced his eye. The tissue was angry and rough and nothing else felt like it.

He reached down after a moment to steel himself, rubbing his thumb along Mei’s forehead. Just in case.

Nothing. Just regular smooth skin. No scar tissue. No feeling of magic or glamor to hide it.

She was alright.

She didn’t match him.

Macaque couldn’t suppress the shudders in his shoulders as he felt himself lose the adrenaline that rushed him here, the soft touch of moisture on the edge of his eyes at the relief that he was wrong and overthinking a nightmare.

He couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep though. He felt... guilty, knowing he hadn’t checked on anyone else in the dream. He watched Mei for a moment before moving on to check MK and Red. Then he would check on the others.

He could sleep once he knew for certain they were all safe, as tired as he was that was more important to him.

He would keep them safe.

#warning: blood #warning: eye injury #i like making macaque go through it #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #nightmare fic #six eared macaque #mei #long xiaojiao #monkey king #sun wukong #swap au #prompt fill

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ariendiel · 3 years ago

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How about some Priya-Bobby-MC headcannons? As nsfw as you wish...

As nsfw as I wish... Dangerous request, and if I didn't try to keep my tumblr at least mostly friendly for under 18s I'd probably have gone all out here 😂 Here's what I came up with though, and it's nsfw enough that I put it under the linebreak below. Enjooooy

Priya x MC x Bobby Sandwich Headcanons

Priya would initiate this, no question. I mean, can you see Bobby asking MC and/or Priya for a threesome? No. This would definitely be Priya's idea.

I wouldn't be surprised if Priya's done this before, so she'd definitely be confident and lead the others (or at least Bobby, I can't see him being *that* experienced)

They'd probably start with some drinks, although the sexual tension would be there from the start. Impossible not to with Priya involved as she oozes sex when she wants to.

MC and Priya together would be so incredibly hot, and I can see Priya having slight dom vibes. Bobby would watch them at first, sitting in a chair by the bed and restricting himself while getting more and more turned on. Especially if he's in a relationship with MC, seeing her with Priya? Yeah, he's gonna save that image to the wank-bank.

After having tended to and been tended to by MC for a while, Priya would look over Bobby and just wink before curling her index finger to let him know he should join. No words needed, because Bobby would join *so fast*

Bobby is super eager to please, and would apply both tongue and fingers on them first, probably multitasking like a champ, to make sure Priya and MC were well satisfied before he seeks his own pleasure.

But when he finally gets the attention of BOTH MC and Priya, with the two working together to bring him to orgasm? He'll come completely undone under their hot touches and soft lips, the feel of them, being inside them... He'll probably thank them both profusely afterwards bless

How long they'd go on I'm not sure, but I do know it would be a night to remember for all parties involved 💋

Friendships and relationships headcanons masterpost

#litg s2 #litg bobby #litg mc #litg priya #litg #love island the game #n*sfw #ask #sorry for not being super active lately #i'm hopefully moving next week so it's a bit hectic for me #but have this in the meanwhile haha

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darks-ink · 4 years ago

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Commission for @kaiofficialdp, featuring Dan and their OC Kai. Thank you Tumblr for eating the linebreak, please don’t do it again when I go to post this please

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Kai slowed his already casual flight as his eye caught on a speck of sharply contrasting white and black. Neither of those colors were rare in the wastelands around Amity Park, but together? Together, they were most commonly found on Dan.

He steered towards the speck. And, as he had expected, found Dan. The ghost was sitting on the edge of some ruins that Kai didn’t care to identify. Dan’s posture, slumped forward and leaning his elbows on his knees, with his face down-turned, suggested that he was moping.

Or so Kai thought, at least, until he came closer. Now he could more clearly see the set of Dan’s shoulders, the tenseness in his muscles, the emotional flickering of his hair. Even with his face hidden from Kai, it was clear that Dan wasn’t just moping. No, he was genuinely distressed.

Well, he can’t let that lie, can he? If something was serious enough to distress Dan, maybe Kai could help.

Touching down on the same crumbling ruins as Dan was sitting on, Kai landed almost silently, bar the quiet patter of debris stirred by his boots. Dan didn’t respond in the least, but this was not particularly surprising, as very little in the wastelands was a threat to him.

“Dan,” Kai greeted him, crouching down next to Dan. He only got a grunt in response.

“You look…” Kai paused, digging for the right word, “…troubled. You look troubled, Dan.”

A black gloved hand flapped vaguely in his direction. “It’s nothing,” Dan hissed back, but it felt dispassionate, without heat.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Kai countered, narrowing his eyes. “Tell me what happened. Was it Valerie? Something in Amity?”

Dan snarled, his lip curling, then shook his head. Remained quiet.

Kai sighed, placed his own gloved hands on the edge of the ruins, and kicked his feet out in front of him, sitting down next to Dan. The dust would doubtlessly stain his black coat, but that was easy enough to fix later.

“What can I do to help?” he prodded, since Dan still hadn’t answered his prior question. What could possibly stop that ghost from answering?

Dan just sighed, deeply and heavily, before flapping his hand at Kai again. “Go away.”

Now that was just weirdly out of character for Dan. Kai wavered for a moment before setting his shoulders and, unable to meet Dan’s eye, settled for staring at him earnestly. “No. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” Dan said, after a long pause. “Nothing new.”

Kai clenched his jaw, but Dan still didn’t look up at him, and likely didn’t even realize. “So it’s something old?” He wasn’t sure what to do with that information. If something had just happened, he could help, could maybe fix it or something. But something in the past? That had never bothered Dan before.

Or had he just kept it hidden from Kai?

Dan sniffed, twisting his head towards Kai, finally. His red eyes were narrowed, his mouth drawn in a grimace, fangs glinting in the low light. “You’re still not leaving?”

“I wanted to help,” Kai countered, shifting slightly to sit more comfortably. “And that’s still true. If it’s something in the past I probably can’t change it, but talking about it might help.”

He got a skeptical snort in return for that. “It happened a decade ago,” Dan said, faux casually. “I highly doubt that you could change that.”

Well, fair enough. “Talk about it, then,” Kai insisted. Even if he wasn’t the best at emotional stuff, he could at least sit down and listen. That alone might help some.

“It’s stupid.” Dan grunted, as if displeased with himself. “It happened so long ago. What’s the point of all this if I’m feeling emotional about it now?”

“Sometimes it takes a little time for something to settle in,” Kai offered, but it felt silly even to himself. That usually meant hours, or perhaps days. He couldn’t imagine it taking years, but, well, he wasn’t exactly an expert, was he?

Dan snorted, clearly just as convinced as Kai himself was.

“I thought I had gotten away from it all,” Dan finally said, voice so soft it was almost a whisper. “I had pushed it all away, gone through all that just to get away from this stuff. And now…” He made a sharp, derisive noise. “Now this.”

Kai cast around for the right words to use, to comfort his partner. “You can’t heal from the past just by ignoring it,” he finally settled on, fiddling with his fingers and wondering if touching Dan would help. “Tell me, Dan. Let me help.”

“All the stuff that happened years ago finally caught up to me,” Dan said, his black-clad fingers combing through his flaming hair. “Everything that I pushed away, that I thought I’d gotten over… It’s finally hitting me.”

Dan shook his head suddenly, jerkily, then snarled, “It’s hitting me again.”

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It was stupid, was all it was. After all he’d done to separate his weak, pathetic human side, to get rid of those hindering emotions, they just came back? Absolutely ridiculous. What was the point of becoming an all-powering full ghost if he could still be haunted by his memories, by emotions he had left behind a long time ago?

Just obscene. That’s what it really was. Horrifically stupid. He was supposed to be beyond this! He had moved past it all years ago, when he split his human side away and merged with Vlad’s ghost instead. So why did it come back now? Why was he suddenly overwhelmed by events that transpired a decade ago?

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the fireball that took out the Nasty Burger, and his loved ones with it. Every moment of silence was filled with the phantoms of their screams, the pressing silence that followed the explosion.

Whenever he approached Amity, his eyes were inevitably drawn back to the place where it had all happened, to the charred place that, to this day, remained untouched by Amity’s survivors.

To the statues that rested in front of it. The permanent marks of his friends, his family. Set in stone, forever the same. Unchanged and unchanging.

He made a sharp noise, aware of Kai watching him. Keen vermilion eyes were set on him, impossible to dismiss. Despite his earlier attempts at getting his partner to leave him alone, Kai insisted on being here.

Well, if he wanted to hear it so badly, why not?

“A decade ago, my family and my friends died,” Dan said, his voice low and rough. He stared ahead of himself, not meeting Kai’s eyes. “My father, my mother. My elder sister. My two closest…” He scoffed, harshly, then corrected, “My only friends.”

Kai didn’t speak, so Dan continued on. “They were at the Nasty Burger, all five of them, because of me. Do you know how much extremely flammable and explosive material they keep there?” A sharp humorless cackle. “Let me tell you, they had a lot of it! And most of it not particularly ghost-proof either! So if a ghost fight ever happened there, like for example, if amazingly heroic Danny Phantom shot a few ecto-blasts while chasing a ghost…”

Dan snapped his fingers. “Whoosh, just like that. Just one spark, and then everything goes. Like a big chain of fire and explosions.”

They sat in silence for a moment, as Dan’s mind relentlessly replayed his memories of that day. Sometimes he wished he could reach into his core and just rip out those pesky thoughts, the recordings of the whole chain of events. Why would he ever need that information, anyway? It had happened. It had led to this, to the here and now. That was all he needed to know, wasn’t it? What good was it for him to remember all of it to such a degree? To get caught up in emotions over it?

No good, that was the answer. It was absolutely pointless. If anything, it was actively harmful, a distraction and a bother.

“It’s not your fault that Nasty Burger didn’t properly secure their material,” Kai pointed out, finally, breaking Dan out of his chain of thoughts. “If they possessed material that so easily caught on fire when exposed to ecto-rays, they should have guarded it better, especially in a town such as Amity Park.”

Dan scoffed, unconvinced. “Yeah, right. The other ghost didn’t fire any rays. It was only me, and only because I was so focused on chasing ‘em. If I had held off until we were away from the restaurant, from the people… Or if I had behaved better, and none of them had come to the Nasty Burger in the first place!”

He forcibly snapped his mouth shut, teeth loudly clacking. What on Earth was he doing? Spilling emotional garbage all over his partner? Ugh. Bad enough that he was feeling these dumb emotions that he should’ve been over, but now he was spewing them at Kai as well? What was next, telling Valerie? Yikes.

“There’s no point in blaming yourself,” Kai told him, posture stiff, clearly uncomfortable with the task of making Dan feel better. “Perhaps you could have prevented it, but you can’t take the entire blame for it. And you have learned from it, haven’t you? It was a mistake, but one you won’t make again.”

“Hard to repeat it when I only had the one family to get killed,” Dan scoffed, shaking his head.

“You have me,” Kai pointed out, raising a challenging eyebrow at Dan. “Or do I not count as a loved one?”

Dan hummed at that. Well, Kai wasn’t wrong, was he? Instead of acknowledging that, however, Dan changed the topic entirely. “It’s not like I can repeat what happened afterwards, anyway. Hard to split off my ghost half when I am already full ghost.”

Kai made an agreeing sound at that. “And even if you could, where would you find a second half to stabilize yourself with?”

“Hm.” Looking back, it was rather stupid of Vlad to not have considered that. Dan hadn’t even needed to overpower the older half-ghost, as the element of surprise had been enough, both to split Vlad and to merge with the separated ghost half. “Once was enough.”

“Are you feeling better, then?” Kai leaned forward to catch Dan’s eye, but he looked away. “Now that you’ve talked?”

Dan harrumphed, unwilling to admit that it had helped at least a little. He still felt terrible, still felt haunted by the past, but… talking about it had eased the strain some. “I could’ve managed,” he retorted instead.

Kai caught his eye, staring at him intently, like he was trying to find the words to tell Dan in Dan’s own eyes. Clearly Kai didn’t know what he was doing either, struggling to find the right things to say, to find a way to comfort Dan. “You’re allowed to miss them, you know?” Kai settled on. “Even if you’ve been around so long without them, there’s nothing wrong with missing them. Acknowledging it, being willing to process the pain instead of shoving it away, that might help.”

“Oh, how would you know?” Dan dismissed with a flap of his hand. “I’ve been fine so far, and I’ll be fine for longer.”

“Will you?” Kai countered, leaning back slightly. “What do you want me to tell you instead, then? That at least your parents and friends aren’t suffering? That they would be proud of how strong you’ve become?” Kai scoffed. “That you’re better off without them holding you back?”

Dan huffed, squinting at his partner. “You’re not the type to tell me things you don’t sincerely believe.”

“Fine.” Kai shifted suddenly, standing up next to Dan. With a few short movements he dusted off his black jacket, then with a jerk, offered his gloved hand to Dan. “Come on. Moping around here clearly isn’t going to fix it.”

“And what do you plan to do instead?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow but already extending his own hand to grasp Kai’s.

“I’m sure we could find something to do that would make you feel better,” Kai said, pulling Dan up. “Shall we?”

Dan looked at the navy fingers tangled with his own. “Yes,” he agreed. “Let’s.”

#danny phantom #commission #dark writes #dan phantom #writing commission #I don't think I've ever actually written Dan/Dark Danny before... wild

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