#But well... He's... UuuUuhHhH....

[the--other]

[ Me right now at 1AM: 🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳 (¿? ]

[ Wow I did use all of the tags, huh?? ]

[wonderjanga]

I’m my own Dad and Mom

I think C.C. and Marilyn would be like Pre lobotomy Cosmo and Wanda. Like super duper in love and calling each other nicknames and stuff. Imagine one day the Justice League finds old photos of C.C. and Marilyn being super in love and they’re a little baffled because the Marvel they know gets no play and doesn’t want said play either. Though, now that they think about it, it kinda makes sense as to why Marvel doesn’t really respond when women flirt with him. The man’s married! In a happy marriage too by the looks of it. The league then find a photo of C.C., Marilyn, and the twins and they realize he has kids too! That’s a mini Mary Marvel, and a mini Junior maybe?

Aquaman: “Hey, Cap!”

Marvel: “Huh? Yeah?”

Aquaman: “I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner some time. See, I told Mera about you having a wife, and now she kinda wants to meet her.”

Marvel: ‘Wife? What wife?’ “O-oh? You did? How did you know I have a wife?” *face looks confused but Arthur thinks he’s kind of embarrassed that they found out about his personal life*

Aquaman: “Me and the others—”

Marvel: ‘Others???’

Aquaman: “—found some photos of you and your wife in one of the rec rooms.”

Marvel: *slowly nods head* “Oh. Okay.” *internally screaming inside*

Martian Manhunter: *floats by and visibly flinches at the internal screams before clutching head and continuing on his way*

Aquaman and Marvel: “Both watched this happen*

Aquaman: “What was that about?”

Marvel: *shrugs, silently praying that Arthur forgot what they were talking about*

Aquaman: “Right so anyways, do you think we could set something up between them?”

Marvel: “Uh… I don’t know, man.” *awkwardly smiles* “I’ll… ask her about it but there’s no guarantee she’ll say yes.”

Aquaman: “Great! Thanks.” *gives Billy a pat on the shoulder before walking off*

Later…

*Because Billy is a people pleaser, as a result, he went to the wizard to ask for help with a couple things which was met with a couple judgemental looks for the wizard who helped anyways. Now, Billy was getting ready in the closet.*

Mary: *walks into closet* “Billy some dog monster is tearing up Faw—”

Marvel: *asked the wizard for a spell to change his appearance and now looks like Marilyn, pauses mid putting on an earring*

Mary: “M- mom?”

Marvel: *puts the earring down* “Heeeeey, Mary…” *extremely awkward smile*

Mary: *runs over and hugs him* “I thought you were dead.”

Marvel: “Right… Well, about that. I’m not mom. I’m Billy.”

Mary: *pauses for a solid minute before shoving him off* “Wha-?! What the hell?! Why do you look like mom?!”

Marvel: “Uuuuuhhhh… so apparently some other leaguers think I have a wife cause they saw a picture of mom and dad.”

Mary: “That still doesn’t explain why you look like mom! It also doesn’t explain how you styled her so well.” *she rounded Billy in slight surprise*

Marvel: “I just picked something I remembered her wearing, and the reason I look like this is because I have to go to Dinner with Aquaman’s wife because she wanted to meet me. Or rather, mom.”

Mary: “Huh. So you’re going to pretend to be both our dad and our mom?”

Marvel: “I guess.” *shrugs*

Mary: *blinks at him a bunch of times* “Okay, then.”

*And so, Billy goes to hang out with Mera. It was pretty okay. She offered him wine that he only pretended to sip. They talked about girl stuff that Solomon was no help with so Billy had to go in blind. An all and all okay experience*

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

Radio Demon Demands Snuggles 1/2

Summary: It's your first rut month in Hell and you've caught the interest of the Radio Demon. The Radio Demon who's annual problem was a bit different than most others....

Notes: NO SMUT, Alastor x Reader, pre-relationship, OOC Alastor, he gets better, Snuggles, communication, suggestive themes because it's about rut

One day you woke up in Alastor’s room, nestled in his bed. You blinked, delirious and confused, and tried to sit up only to find you were pinned down on the mattress.

By Alastor.

Who wasn’t wearing his coat. Or his shoes. Or his monocle.

Who was clinging onto you, cheek pressed into your stomach, his tail wagging happily out in the open.

You were equal parts terrified, confused, and awe-struck. But first.

“Alastor…?”

“Mmmm yes?” He murmured, sleep making his voice come out in a drawl.

“…What are you doing?”

“Snuggling.” Alastor sighed, nuzzling his face against you as his wagging tail picked up speed. His sharp grin had been swapped out for a dopey looking smile, his fangs poked out under his lip.

“….Why?”

“Snuggle time.”

You blinked, confused “Alastor- I- what’s going on- why are you-“

“Shshshshhshshshhhhh.” He said, putting a hand over your face to stop your mumbling “Snuggles.”

He withdrew his hand, wrapping the arm around you and sighing contently.

“…Are you sick? Were you drugged?”

“Only drug here is an excessive amount of dopamine.” Alastor said, his eyes squinting in his smile. “So soft. So comfy.”

Not adjectives you’d use to describe yourself, but that wasn’t important. Your tried to pry Alastor off you only to stop abruptly when he whined. Like a dog. The sound was high-pitched and heartbreaking to hear and you couldn’t find it in you to continue pushing him away.

He snapped right back to you, his tail wagging again as he pressed his face flushed against you.

With no other choice, you ended up laying there, staring at the sky of Alastor’s strange pocket-dimension and feeling squished underneath him. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling by any means, but the strangeness of Alastor’s behavior was still upsetting you. After a bit, you tried again.

“Alastor can you tell me what’s going on now?” You said. His response was to nuzzle his face into your stomach and grip you harder. His ears pinned back slightly as he muttered his protest at being interrupted. This was wrong. Fingers curling into the sheets, you tried to steady yourself enough to breath evenly. It failed. You let out a quiet, shaky sob.

Alastor’s ears shot straight up.

“Alastor, please- I’m really worried, okay?” You said as you fought to keep your voice steady “This is really, really weird for you- and I-“

“Oh, darling….” Alastor sighed. He pushed himself away and off you, though it seemed it took a good deal of effort. His hands came to cradle either side of your face and he wiped your tears away gently “Always so considerate…”

You lightly gripped his wrists and pulled them off you “Alastor-“

“It’s rut month, my dear.”

You didn’t try hiding your confusion.

“…Ah. No one told you about it yet.” He muttered “Rut month….well. Most demons get it, it’s an annual punishment where a demon’s… physical interests, intensify to a point it’s near impossible to control.”

You stiffen. “Uh-“

Alastor pressed his forehead to yours, fingers carding gently through your hair. “it’s…humiliating. To say so, but even I’m not exempt from this.”

“UUUUUHHHH”

“….You seem distressed.”

“Alastor, I do NOT want to fuck.”

“I am not asking you to.” Alastor said, a slight growl to his voice. He pressed your head against his chest and wrapped his long limbs around you, keeping you still “For some demons, ruts are…different. Odd. Whatever. In my case,” he took a long, deep breath, nose buried in your hair “I simply…erk. Get.” He pressed you head firmer against him, as if trying to stop you from pulling away. His body felt very warm and you wondered if that was due to the rut or embarrassment. “…snuggly.”

“….That’s it?”

“Clingy. Snuggly. Perhaps…. A bit….silly. Overly affectionate. All those things I hate being.”

“….It feels wrong.” You sighed, trying to pull away “From what I’m gathering, you’re not exactly yourself. I don’t want to do this if you-“

He whined again, wrapping around you even tighter.

“Alastor.” You said.

It seemed he purposely ignored you, pressing his face against the back of your neck.

“Alastor.” You said again, putting more authority into your voice.

“Don’t do this to me, darling….” He said quietly. The tremble in his voice made your heart break but you meant what you said.

“You would not be okay with this during a normal time.” You said “This is something you’d regret once you’re coherent and I will NOT do that to you. Understand?”

“Darling-“

“No.” You hissed.

“….hold my hand?”

You furrowed your brows. “…. I don’t think you’d-“

“Arm around mine then. Hands on my ears. Something, dearest. Please.”

“…Sit up.”

He did. You pretended it didn’t bother you as much as it did. Gently you guided him so he was laying on his back with his head on the pillow. Then you settled next to him, allowing your arm to just barely brush his. Alastor tried to move closer and you pushed him away.

“No. this is as far you’d go normally.”

“Damn.” He murmured, ears pinning back as he glared intently at the ceiling.

“I think you’ll thank me, later.” You said with a roll of your eyes, flipping open a book you snagged from his bedside. It was a murder mystery, to no one’s surprise.

“Well right now, I am not.” He huffed.

“Whatever. Try to sleep it off.” You said, trying to ignore how badly you wanted to move closer. For whatever reason, Alastor had sought you out for this. That alone was enough the set your cheeks aflame and give you the warm and fuzzies. But he was being so cute too.

It didn’t matter, though. As innocent as snuggling was, you were sure Alastor wouldn’t do it while coherent, and you weren’t going to take advantage of it.

The month crawled by. Alastor seemed to accept the boundary you drew for him, but whenever you weren’t by his side he would start pacing irritably. If it was particularly bad day, he’d start to whine. The residents of the hotel seemed more worried about you than Alastor, asking where you’ve been and why you’ve been hard to reach.

You didn’t know how much Alastor would want to share so you kept it vague. Saying it wasn’t your situation to share. Charlie let up when you assured her you would ask for help if need be. Angel kept smirking whenever he saw you and offered to ‘help you out for rut month’. You supposed that was the natural conclusion to come to but you never said anything other than waving him off.

Turned out you were one of the lucky few who didn’t get the annual rut. Nifty had exclaimed she didn’t get it either. Though she sounded incredibly disappointed by it. Angel’s was so insignificant to him given his lifestyle, and Husk said he’d usual set something up before hand to ‘fuck it out’ as soon as possible. Charlie and Vaggie didn’t seem to get it, as it seemed to be a sinner thing. Lucifer seemed surprised it was a thing at all.

None of this helped you with Alastor. You sighed, feeling utterly drained as you trotted back to his room. Your muscles tense but no fierce tackle was thrown your way. First beat was confusion. Second was concern. Third (but faint) was disappointment.

“Alastor?” You said, taking off your shoes by the door and padding softly into his room.

“Hello, dear.” The Radio Demon grinned. He was sat at an armchair, legs crossed primly as he flipped through a book. His coat and monocle were back, his shoes on neatly.

“Oh! Is it over now?” You exclaimed, relief flooding over the slight (selfish) disappointment.

“It would seem so!” He hummed. He closed his book and placed It on the table next to him before strolling over to you. That sharp-toothed grin was back, no longer the dopey smile you had gotten used to.

“That’s such a relief.” You said with a smile “I can go back to living!”

“Nah-ah-ha.” Alastor hummed, wagging his finger “AFTER-living, darling.”

“Yeah, yeah, that.” You said with a roll of your eyes. “Well! I’ll grab my things I moved over here and get going.”

“Already taken care of!” Alastor grinned “I didn’t exactly want all those soulless stuffed animals staring at me with their void-filled eyes.”

“Dude.” You huffed “They’re just stuffed animals. Chill.”

“Kindly use words that make sense.”

“Skibidi.”

“……YOU don’t even know what that one means.”

“I know it annoys you.”

“HA.”

You laughed a bit. “Well, thanks for that. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Kindly do. I have a plethora of matters to attend to.” Alastor said, his grin straining ever-so-slightly “Damned rut season….”

“Well yeah it’s damned, we’re in hell.”

“HA HA.”

“I know, I’m hilarious.” You grinned “Well, see ya.”

“Ta-ta! Oh….One more thing, before you go?”

You stopped, turning to face him “Yeah?”

Alastor ears went back, his eyes darting to the side “…Thank you.”

Your smile softened “Of course.”

[onskepa]

You know? It would be cool if you could make a crossover between sully family and tonowary family with an old human reader who is immortal and has problems with his memory, forgetting very easily a chit chat he had a few minutes ago and can create ice like the ice king from adventure time and is not respected by any other skypeople who always make fun of him in secret and mock him but the reader leaves them be because with great powers come great responsability.

since this basically ice king persona, I watched a few compilations from that good ol' cartoon. Hope its good! Enjoy!

P.S: He is a she in this! Fem reader!

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Zerok

Memories can be either precious or haunting. Depending on the person and circumstances. Some people prefer to lose them, some desire to keep every single fragment. But some are a bit unfortunate, they simply forget. Not like it's their choice, just bad luck. 

Zerok, as many collectively call her, is the oddest person of the human bunch. Yes, everyone is weird in their own way but zerok is just on another level. Many have asked her for something, or if she can assist but zerok….

“What? But I thought you said you wanted the red wires?.....Oh that makes sense, red wires mean KABOOM!! And everyone would be dead. Yeah, you're right, green wires next time!” 

“I wish I had a beard….like a really, really, reaaaaaaaaally long beard. Why? So I can fly! Fly fly so high! And stuff my snacks in it too!” 

“Oh hi! Nice to meet you! I am….uuuuuhhhh…….” 

“Phew, thank you so much lo’ak” norm sighs in relief. Lo’ak climbs down as he just cleared out the vents. Maintaining the airways is a high task that cannot be overlooked if they want to breathe properly. 

“Anytime, uncle” lo’ak replies. 

Norm goes to a monitor to check the air quality that is now flowing. 

“All systems are good. Perfect” 

Satisfied with the current status, they both relax as they feel the cool air enter the room. 

“How are the coolers holding? I'm surprised it's still holding up all these years?” Lo’ak asks curiously. Coolers in the hellsgate has been shut down in certain areas since they are not in use. It does help to save energy and make it easier to take care of the main cooler tanks. 

“So far so good I guess. Zerok takes care of them, "Norm replies. 

“Huh!? Who said my name!? Was it you glob…?” 

Speak of the devil. Or in this case, speak of the ice queen, since now the room felt extra chilly the second she entered. 

“Dad?” lo’ak walks up to his dad with something on his mind. 

“What's up?” Jake replies. 

Lo’ak takes a moment before asking his question, “why is zerok so……odd?”. Didn't want to say weird as it might come off mean when it's not his intention. 

Jake takes a moment, scratching his head, “I honestly don't know. She was already like that when I arrived here. To be honest, she is kind of ok with me. Though she does things that are a bit out of hand…like calling everyone gunter. I have no idea why. I used to remind her, norm, max, everyone tries to remind her of our names. On lucky days she will call anyone by their names, but on not so lucky days, everyone is gunter”

Jake remembers on his first day at the hellsgate. During the briefing, even old quaritch had to warn everyone.

 “And if an old weird lady calls you gunter, just roll with it. Also keep your doors locked at night, we dont need another heart attack” 

“She is harmless and all good” 

“So then why does everyone keep their distance?” lo’ak asks another question. 

“Well, naturally humans dont always feel comfortable around odd things or others displaying odd behaviors. Their senses tell them to back away as possible danger. Or other times they just simple dont like to be near odd people” 

Lo’ak thought of that over and over. He is odd himself, yet people like to be near him. Maybe zerok is a different kind of odd?

“BOOMBAKLAAAAAAAA~!!”

Zerok jumped from the third floor all the way down to the first floor, for some unknown reason.

Norm just shivered everytime he sees her. Quite literally. Its like her presence brings coldness to the air, in times that are not needed.

“Ugh, its that old hag again…” one of the scientists mutters, ready to boil some warm water.

“I'm surprised she didn't go back like everyone else. We are better off without her” another says. But norm just looks at zerok, yeah she is so weird in so many ways but really isn't harming anyone.

“Why the need to say that?” norm asks one of the other guys.

“Come on norm, we already have spider to deal with. With her around making a mess and shit, its like having a toddler in a old persons body”

“Hey now that aint-”

“GUNTER! LOOK THIS WAY!” zerok shouted. Almost instinctively, everyone turned to see a flash of white light. She took a photo, it seems. Another thing norm doesn't understand, zerok has a niche for photography it seems, but it seems in the most random moments. Never giving anyone a moment to prepare.

“Thanks!” and she runs away, the coldness leaves with her.

Tsireya was enjoying the lake not too far from the omatikaya village. The water feeling amazing, a bit warm but amazing nonetheless. Being away from water has made her and her family feed odd. The need to be one with the element is a must. 

But as she takes in the relaxing silence, all of a sudden the water felt….cooler? 

Stopping midway of her swim, she looks around and sees an elderly human. Her hands in the edge of the lake dipping into the water. What was she doing? 

“Hi, I thought you wanted it cold. Alright bye!!!” and the odd human left. 

Tsireya couldn't help but giggle, the human was odd but funny as well.

he side, trying to take in this new update of the old woman. 

“Does she posses something to make water cold?” tsireya asks. 

Lo’ak can only shrug, “to be honest, Im not sure. Everyone keeps mentioning how the air feels colder when she is around. Cold water is news to me” 

Tsireya humms, it would be interesting if she did. 

As they walk, they saw kiri and tuk enjoying some beverages with neteyam. They walk over to see. 

“What are you guys drinking?” lo’ak asks. Tuk can only humm in happiness while neteyam offers him a bowl. 

“Try it” he says. Lo’ak looks at it, was thick in paste but looks smooth as the same time, taking a sip he knew instantly it was banana, but it was mushed and cold? He offers it to tsireya who seems to like it. 

“Its good” she compliments. 

“Zerok made it for us, don't know how but its really really good. She called it a smoothie” neteyam says. 

“Speaking of zerok, has she dont anything weird around you guys? Or seen her doing anything out of the ordinary?” lo’a asks his siblings as he and tsireya sits with them. The other siblings look at each other and try to recall anything. 

“Anything and everything she does is out of the ordinary brother, even for human customs” kiri points. Which is technically true. 

“I like her, she is funny and makes the silliest dance moves” tuk points out. Remembering the few times zerok shows off her silly dances to her. 

“Norm says not everyone likes her, that she is too much to handle” neteyam adds in. Not always he goes to the lab, but when he does, a whisper catches his attention. How many talke so mean behind the old lady. 

“Best to ask spider, he should know a thing or two” 

“She is not normal” spider says bluntly. 

Everyone groaned at his answer, “we already know that cuz” lo’ak mutters. 

Spider shook his head, “no, I mean it literally. She is not normal, like by any human standards or human capabilities” he rephrases. Now this many many head turns. 

“What do you mean by that?” kiri wonders. 

“Best she shows you, come on” 

Spider leads them through a couple of halls, turning left and right. This was tsrieya’s first time seeing human structures, so she seeks comfort by holding lo’ak’s hand. 

Spider leads them all the way down to the air generators. Lo’ak remembers norm telling him how they often need to be maintained, and that zerok is the only one who does it. They all see that the metal parts are  turning slightly red, the temperature growing warm by the second. Spider smiles at this. 

“Perfect! Its getting warm” he says. 

“How is that good? Feels like we are near a fire” 

Spider says nothing more but pushes a button on a nearby wall. In a matter of a few seconds, zerok appears from somewhere. 

“Hi gunter!” she greets. Spider huffs, shaking his head lightly, “its spider, zerok. Always has been”. Reminding her for the millionth time. 

“Ok gunter” she nods. 

Quickly she took notice of the air generators heating up. 

“Oh my gloooooooob! Why didn't you tell me spunter!? This should have been taken care of since 5 megalions ago!” she cries out. 

“What is a…..megalion…?” tsireya whispers. Lo’ak shrugs, “I have no idea”. 

Zerok observes the generator and touches the hottest spot, her hand sizzling from contact. 

“Let it gooooooo!! Let it goooooooo!! Can't hold it back anymooooooooooore~!!” she sings out. And as if by odds, ice spewed out from her hands. Layers of ice began to cool off the hot spots, the air no longer hot. The generator was back to being normal. 

“YAHOOOOOO~!!” going a bit nuts, zerok then creates snow all over the room, to keep the generator cold longer. The kids were in absolute awe. They have never seen anything like this before! 

“Woa!! This is amazing!” tuk cheers, already collecting a bit of snow from the floor. 

“Huh?? Do you guys work here too??” zerok stopped what she was doing to just now notice the tall teens. 

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh…….yes?” kiri answers awkwardly. 

“Cool!” 

“HUH?! Over 300 years old!?” lo’ak shouts in disbelief. 

After witnessing what zerok’s ice abilities, the kids simply wanted to know more. Apparently she is more than just a wacky old lady with a liking to the gunter name. She is also immortal. 

“Yes” zerok answers as she adds snowflakes to tuk’s ice crown. 

“H-how…?” tsireya’s was also trying to process this information. Immortality is simply impossible. 

“I dunno, its been so long I cant remember. But my only lead, is a prince” zerok answers honestly. 

“If I try to remember, my head begins to hurt, like a loooooooooot. So I dont remember, I forget easily” 

Neteyam noticed her polaroid camera at her side. 

“Is that why you take pictures? To remember” he questions. 

“Yuppa doozers! I have so many pictures, I even forget I took them in the first place! Ok, all done sweetie” 

Tuk stands up and admires her ice crown. Giggling, she prances around, loving how pretty it is while also cooling her head. Zerok grabs her camera and takes a picture of tuk. Her smile is now forever preserved. 

“So when is your birthday?” kiri asks. 

Zerok turns to her curiously, “what birthday?” 

“You know, your birthday, to keep track of how old you are…?” 

Zerok plays with her camera before looking up in a daze, “dang, I can go for have some bacon pancakes…” 

“Zerok? Your birthday…?” kiri tries to remind her. 

“What birthday?” zerok asks again, “I dont have a birthday! I dont even know how old I am!” 

Kiri quietly gave up, seems this human is just simply full of surprises. Even some zerok isnt aware of. 

Night feel, and everyone in the base was heading to bed. Zerok was just putting away her camera while making sure her pillows were extra crunchy with frost. 

“Dabadoo, dadaboo, yada yada, dooooooo~!!” she sings a random melody. Going back and forth to put away things, she stops to notice something. 

“Oh what a pretty blue girl, wonder where she got that crown” she says to herself. Seeing a picture of a na’vi child wearing a pretty ice grown. Around that photo were other na’vi kids. 

“Alright, all set for some sleeps! Tomorrow I should check on spunter, I wonder if he ate anything this month. I know! Ice, who doesnt love ice” 

Climbing onto her bed, zerok gets into a comfy position and lets sleep take over. While her eyes remained wide open, snoring away into the dark abyss that is called her inner mind. 

aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Got stuck on what else to put but hopefully its good! Until next time! See ya!

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Zerok = remember

[dead-boys-club]

†  in the maze : il dottore.

❥ scenario: like a mouse ❥ uuuuuhhhh... there might be triggers, i just genuinely don't know how to address them here. one part makes it sound like there was assault but - no, there was none. ever. just to clarify. toxic things. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get.

the hum of machines and flickering of monitors filled the lab, creating a familiar lullaby to your nerves. you stood in the center, eyes following dottore as he worked with his usual calculated precision and occasional annoyed huff. the air was thick with the smell of various chemicals and metal, a reminder to you of the experiments conducted at the hands of your partner; you didn't let your mind wander to how many lives had been lost in the room. though the room seemed cold and hostile, it had been your home longer than any other.

as he adjusted settings on a nearby device, he glanced over to you, his gazed sharp and analytical, studying you for a moment. 'you're unusually quiet today, little mouse,' he remarked, voice smooth but still holding that ever present edge of condescension. the nickname felt like a bee sting with how he said it, like it was meant to be comforting but somehow always came out frayed at the edges.

you thought for a moment before hesitating, your question coming out barely above a whisper. 'why do you call me that? little mouse.. what does it mean to you..?'

dottore paused, fingers hovering above a set of test tubes, filled to different degrees with liquids you didn't dare question. as you watched him, a small, almost amused smile formed on his features before his full attention was set on you. 'you're a curious one today. how intriguing.'

his focus on his project was gone as he began to circle you in the lab, steps echoing against cold tile and empty walls. his gaze never left you, leaving you to feel like a specimen under a microscope - you weren't proud to say it was an awfully familiar feeling. 'you see,' he began, surprisingly conversational, 'it's because, in many ways, that's what you are to me.'

the words hung in the air, heavy with implication. he continued to circle, like a predator stalking it's prey, eyes shining with curiosity and something you could only say was much darker. part of your brain had gone several years with the same sirens and red alerts to leave and run - it was no different standing in that spot feeling like roadkill to a vulture. 'a mouse is a creature that lives in a maze, scurrying through paths laid out for them, guided by one dominant hand. it's a creature that belongs solely to the one who controls the maze.'

he stopped, only for a second, to gesture around the room. 'i built this maze and you, my dear, are no different than a mouse.. bound to my creation and my control.'

you felt a shiver go down your spine as his words echoed in your thoughts. there was a cold logic to his explanation, one that made it clear how he viewed you more often than not - you weren't a person, you were something to be studied. to be controlled. but, you couldn't help but often by confused by his actions towards you. if you were simply a mouse, why were you kept so well?

he watched you and how the words began to sink in before gesturing downward towards your ankle with a gloved hand. 'the mark on your ankle.. do you remember how you got it?'

you frowned. the only thing you could recall from seeing it was.. him. a good feeling. you shook your head, uncertain about wanting his answer.

a satisfied smile curled onto his lips and he knelt down, reaching to brush his fingertip against the scarred skin. 'how could you not remember such a passionate night? it was when you first arrived here, my love,' he said the name so mockingly and it made your skin crawl. he had said it before and it gnawed at the back of your mind to figure out why. 'this mark - these teeth marks - are mine. a reminder to you and everyone else that you belong to me. it's a scar that ensures no one else dares to interfere in what is mine.'

you stared for a moment, thoughts jumbled and scattered, realization slowly dawning on you. a passionate night...? you had never questioned the mark before, never truly worried about it, but now, with his explanation, everything felt disturbingly clear. there were things from your first days with the fatui that didn't seem to exist in your memory - only mild feelings. most of which had grown your affection for the latter. but you frowned as you realized the scar wasn't just that - it was a brand; a symbol of ownership.

'don't be upset now, little mouse.. you asked for it, that is where you wanted it.' the confidence behind his words only proved to make you more curious, looking at him for a moment. 'memories are easily tampered with when you know what you're doing.. some things, they don't need to be remembered - it can make things messy but don't worry, nothing happened that you didn't want. i promise you that.'

you'd gotten to a point of not knowing how to take his words and just stayed quiet.

straightening to his full height as he came to a stop in front of you, he reached to nudge your chin up. 'you are in my maze, mouse, and every path you take is one i have designed. you are my experiment, my project, and no one else's.' there was a possessive edge to his words that made you furrow your brow but you never looked away, trying to answer unspoken questions in his gaze.

as if sensing your unease, his expression softened, though just slightly. 'i do care for you, in my own way,' he continued, voice lower, almost contemplative. 'you are important to me, more than just a subject. you hold my interest... i am.. hm, attached, even. but you must understand, my affection is not like that of others. it is intwined with curiosity, the need to explore and understand you so completely and on a level that even you, yourself, become confused.'

his gloved hand shifted to rest gently at your cheek, his attempt at showing affection to ease the nerves. 'you belong to me, little mouse. and as long as you remain here, in my maze, you will be safe, taken care of. but you must never forget your place as my possession.'

the word 'love' never passed his lips and you knew his need to own you should have made you leave but there was something in the way he looked at you- something that hinted at some twisted form of love. it was born from control, curiosity and the need to keep you close, even if that closeness was defined by his boundaries alone. as you glanced behind him, through him, even, you thought back to the countless subjects that had lost their lives by his hand and decided that if you meant nothing, you wouldn't be standing there. let alone, sharing your life with his in such a close manner.

you nodded, deciding that words weren't necessary. in dottore's world, love was not tender or gentle; it was a form of ownership and control and understanding every facet of the one who had captured his interest. he was kind enough to dip down and press a kiss to your head. 'do not let it sit for too long.' his way of telling you not to worry and you appreciated it, despite still being a little lost.

as he stepped back, returning to his work, you were left with the weight of his word and comforting tingle of the kiss. you thought, though, over being stuck in his maze - trapped, studied.. taken care of but strangely, undeniably, important to him.

[just-mary-ann]

Let's make a little time skip, shall we?

Swap Harlequin AU by: @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter

Honorablemention: @thore-lb

Idea by me and @mrs-nightshade

Ruby

This is the same timeline as Lavender, but here Showtime and Flipcard are already canon.

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ suggestive jokes.

Pomni decided to breathe fresh air. That's odd. She didn't took her smoking pipe with her.

"UUUUUHHHH CAINE! YOU STUPID BASTARD! WHO IN HIS CLEAR MIND BREAK HIS OWN SOUL IN TWO!" She screamed out of Hopelessness.

"Wow. Puppets can split their souls?" Suddenly Pomni heard a female voice.

"Melissa. You made your return!" Pomni hugged an old friend of her sister.

"Haha. Yep. I suddenly became homesick. Wanna see my adventure-journal? By the way. May i see Lilac?"

Pomni smirked. "She is with Able. Besides, it's evening, they are busy right now."

"Ah. A date with her beloved. I'm so happy for her." Melissa sincerely smiled.

"If you liked to call it that way than ok." Pomni shrugged. "You can stay in the bunker. I will show you your room."

"Thank you wery much" Melissa followed her.

After Puppeteer showed to Melissa her room, she sighed.

"I need to check on Caine and Scarlet. They probably half dead right now."

"Who is Scarlet?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, right, you never met him. Come on, let's go."

They went to Caine's room. The assassin and his second personality now had independent bodies, but their souls wouldn't let them go away from each other for more that a metre. So they just sitting on the floor of Caine's room, back to back, grumbling.

"Ok. So those are my dorks. You already know Caine. And there's his other personality who now has his own body. He named himself Scarlet." Pomni pointed her hand at the two of them.

Melissa decided to sit in front of Scarlet "holly gravel. They looks like twins. Hey-o. I'm Melissa, an old friend of Lilac and Pomni. How are you feeling, mate?"

"uh... not quite sure." Scarlet tried to stand up, but his soul felt miserable so he returned to his original position.

"Soul connection. How fascinating. Caine. Did you did this operation?" Melissa asked.

Pomni made an attempt to calm Caine down, so she sat on his lap and he hugged her.

"For some reason I have enough knowledge to do so." Caine got a kiss from Pomni on his 'cheek'. "But I don't remember how I became such professional."

"You are an amateur, not a professional. Who In his right mind split his soul in two?" Pomni started scolding him.

"Well excuse me! You were scared when you woke up, and near you was him and not me!" He retorted.

"I got spooked because his eyes are bright fucking red!"

And at this moments Caine and Scarlet groan in perfect unison.

"And now I can't leave the two fucks alone because if they're in the same room they try to kill each other, but we can't put them in separate rooms because they both break down and get depressed if they're that far from each other." Pomni explained.

"Well, why i don't babysit them while you are resting?" Melissa suggested.

"You don't have to. I mean, I'm ok with calming down Caine." Pomni took Caine's hand. "the problem is that Scarlet is jealous and when he is sad, his sadness transfer to Caines as well."

Suddenly, Melissa had an idea.

"so, you want cuddles too? Ok then." She pressed his head against her chest. "us, mannequins, are THE BEST huggers."

Scarlet, completely freezes up, started to think. "oh... Wow, she's so soft, like a pillow..." He pulls her up further against him, cuddling her.

"He calmed down!" Caine fealt the mood changing.

"It worked? Melissa, you are a genius!" Pomni smiled.

Suddenly, Scarlet pulled Melissa towards him, so she fell on him.

"oh..." Caine felt something.

"what's wrong?" Pomni saw how Caine became angry.

"SCARLET!"

Scarlet was speaking in duzzle voice. "whaaaaat?"

"Are you THAT desperate?!"

"don't blame me~"

Melissa snorted "Pfft-, what it's not like puppets are built with-" Then she Sits down fully in Scarlet's lap and feels something under his pants, her entire body tenses up.

Scarlet Groans softly at the slight pressure, his hands gently wrap around her waist loose enough that she could easily slip out.

Caine glared at him over his shoulder. "Horny fool."

Scarlet huffed in response.

Melissa, still in shell shocked silence looked to Pomni for help and clarity.

"ok, boys, i know that puberty is hard, but keep it together." Pomni stood up and took Melissa from Scarlets embrace.

Scarlet held out his hands. "noooo! give her back, pleeeasee!"

"go and hug a pillow, sukin sin." Pomni grabbed Melissa's arm and dragged her outside the room.

"s...since when do puppets have human organs?!" Melissa asked still in shock.

"this is called "enlightening"." Pomni explained. "Some puppets are gaining what they lost after their human death. If you felt that, that means that you are enlightened as well."

"b...but i didn't lost anything. I feeling the same as i was while being a human!"

"well. Because you returned all your memories really fast, my guess that you managed to become enlighten at the same time. So congrats. You can fuck that red bastard. Or sorry for you loss, because he can fuck you."

Melissa didn't know how to feel at that moment. She was scared and worried at the same time. However, her natural curiosity and love of adventure are now dulled, as such information must first be digested.

"Ah... I'm going to go to my room and think about some things...

Pomni gave her a knowing look as Lissa was going towards her room

"Yep, take as long as you need, I'll make sure they don't kill each other."

On The next morning Caine and Scarlet got strong enough to go to kitchen and drink some koffee. Caine and Scarlet have the same coffee preference; mostly creamer and some espresso. Those two have only been separated for a day and Pomni hasn't had time to tell Lilac and Able, so they just walk into the kitchen to see what looks like two Caine's drinking coffee.

Lilac started to wisper. "Love, when i asked you to be harder, i didn't mean that i want to see double..."

Able responded. "in that case you did the same with me..."

Melissa walked in the kitchen. Because it was morning and she doesn't like mornings, she was still sleepy. Her pajama was just shorts and a button-up. But Lissa's shirt was unbuttoned.

Scarlet glances over when she says good morning, taking a couple seconds to actually process what he'd seen before immediately choking on his coffee like the pathetic idiot he is.

Able is turning away, Lilac is screaming.

"LISSA! THATS VULGAR!"

"uh?" Melissa looked at her friend. "Hi Lilac. I didn't had a chance to greet you yesterday."

Lilac pushed her towards her room.

Caine sighed "Scarlet get a hold of yourself..."

"How the fuck would you react if Pomni walked in without a shirt on!?" Scarlet stood up sharply.

"Low blow.... Also fair."

Able, looking between Caine and Scarlet asked. "Since when did you two have separate bodies?"

C&S answered. "Since yesterday."

"Aaaaaaand... since when do our red friend has a thing for Melissa?"

C&S answered. "... since yesterday"

To be continued

[libraford]

Often, I think about how kids up to a certain point in their lives dont really look like any specific gender.

There are a few elementary school kids I've seen that I know are trans ONLY because I photographed them the year previous under a different name. This is the only reason I know this.

So when parents talk about their kids saying 'she looks like a boy' or 'he looks like a girl' I have to say I'm a bit flummoxed because when you process the photos of literally thousands of kids every week, the traits dont seem so terribly set in stone until certain stages of development and even then it's not exactly consistent even up into high school.

There are some adults, even, for whom I am surprised (we have to ask teachers for their salutation, we do have Mx and Dr for those that request.) Because genetics are complicated and it's none of my business, really, past the requirements of my job.

And I'm thinking about this because it's late, I've had caffeine, and I'm going to a queer event tomorrow. But I know that cis people are hurt by anti-trans rhetoric. The more people assume that they can 'clock' us, the more I think they will get it wrong. Cis women with facial hair and big shoulders, cis men with fatty pectorals and hips.

I think what I'm saying is that anti-trans violence isn't exclusive to trans people. If every trans person suddenly wholly committed to staying in the closet forever, there will still be anti-trans violence because the people who want rid of us will want anything like us gone as well.

When people are llike 'yeah well at least I know what a woman looks like' I'm like... do you?

Not sure where I was going with this. I'm procrastinating sleep. But uuuuuhhhh... humans are a spectrum of genetic traits not entirely determined by sex and up until like 13 years old most humans could be confused for the 'opposite gender' by wearing a cheap wig.

[disastrousduckss]

Sooooo uuuuuhhhh, anybody want some angst that may be in the spinoff of WAIS?

Hype: Viva, how old were you when you had to lead the Putt Putt trolls?

Viva:....I was 15..going onto 16….why?

Hype: And did you make mistakes?

Viva: Well yeah of.course I did! But I wouldn't know back then, so Clay would point them out to me.

Hype: and how old was Clay?

Viva: 17.

Hype: And did he make mistakes? 

Viva: Oh god no, he didn't allow mistakes in his life.

Hype: Then he doesn't understand….

Viva: Understand what?

Hype:..... Trickee and Ablaze were 11 and 9 when they had to be mom and dad. They made mistakes when raising us but could you blame them! No, because they were kids raising kids! So….so none of Branch's brothers SHOULD HAVE A SAY ON HOW WE WERE RAISED!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT JD SAID? HE WAS LIKE “I wouldn't have allowed Branch to do that if I raised him” THEN WHERE THE HELL WAS HE???!!!! WHY DIDN'T HE STAY FOR BRANCH???!!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON CLAY, HE WAS BACKING JD!!! HE STARTED TO LIST EVERY POSSIBLE BAD OUTCOME THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!!! THEY WERE BASICALLY CALLING HIM A BAD “PARENT”! BUT HE'S NOT! HE'S NOT!!! HE WAS THE ONE WHO BACKED ME UP WHEN I WOULD BUILD SOMETHING! HE WAS THE ONE THAT TOLD ME THAT EVERYTHING WAS GONNA BE OKAY WHEN I HAD A PANIC ATTACK! H-HE WAS THE ONE WHO CHASED THE MONSTERS AWAY IN MY NIGHTMARES!

Viva: Hype-

Hype: TRICKEE IS MY MOM! ABLAZE IS MY DAD! THEY BOTH RAISED US TO BE A PROPER GENTLEMEN! SO NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE! SHOULD LABEL THEM AS BAD “PARENTS” WHEN THEY WERE JUST KIDS!!

[melissa-titanium]

if mp100 was dragons what would they be

I AC TUA LLY A;READLU DID THIS BECAUSE IM INSANE this is. uhhhmmmm haha uuuuuhhhh. my headworld dragons but it still counts ithink.

left > right / top > bottom

koboreal teru, tasrerad shigeo & ritsu, otrovani tome, rocokiri reigen. i think serizawa would be a HUGE tasrerad bcos as much as i would like 2 make szawa a super big rocokiri . size in rocokiris indicates age so it would be like..weird to have him be a lot bigger than reigen.

context; spirits aren't a thing in my headworld, but remnants are. hosts that died tethered to their souls due to being too broken to be recycled. some people have exceptionally powerful souls which allows them to see remnants without being abhorblooded.

ekubo is a remnant of a topibura, a species still around but having faded away into cloudy kingdom skies as a way to escape the brutality of the mass slaughter of their people some ages ago. ekubo was among those killed, and with a soul too broken to pass on, he simply travels around looking for a purpose.

claw szawa is an algae covered beast. context-- tasrerad society is very m uch powered by the transfer of electrical charges via conductive algae, allowing their society to communicate over long distances (think; texting.) after being confined to his room for so long out of fear of his overchargedness, toichiro (an insane tasrerad + koboreal hybrid set on ruling the world) convinces him to leave his room with an algae cloak which keeps all his charge contained to himself, as well as an umbrella for when they move to the surface/beach towns. he's wildly overgrown with algae, has incredibly unkempt fins to a dangerous extent. also, freakishly large -- even for a tasrerad, which are already a large species.

i'm not sure what bloode shigeo would be, definitely not abhorblooded but icould potentially see . like . luminbloode or anodeichor. whatever IMTIRED IM SOSORRY YOUDID NOT ASK FOR AN AUTISM RAMB,L;E BU;T.

[the-s1lly-corner]

What would Jason be like as a dad? Reader can be present as a partner, or not. I don't really care which/lh

Jason Voorhees as a dad

Not much to say here in the authors note uuuuuhhhh little purr man makes nice music

Very gentle with the child because hes so scared about hurting them or scaring them... hes already wary about his face but hes even more so with the kid if they're on the younger side. Its.. a little heartbreaking, especially if the kid is like. HIS biologically and has been here since day one

He sometimes makes toys for them! Good at sewing, jason was made to be self reliant so hes good at stuff like that! Usually the stuffed toy is made from old fabric! Soft at the idea of jason giving them his old teddy bear

If his partner is in the picture he feels more at ease having to leave to go do his business. Theres someone else at home making sure they're safe, you know?

Will never ever let the child 'work' alongside him, Jason only really does what he does because he wants to be left alone and protect himself and his property, and in this case his loved ones as well. It's not really because he finds joy in it..

He tells (signs) stories to his kid every night, and keeps an eye on them until they go to sleep

As the kid gets older he tries to teach them skills that are going to come in handy living in the woods

[salty-an-disco]

Hi!! The Prisoner for the send me a character game?? I can't recall if you were already asked about her, but I'll try anyway

(oops. the sudden fatigue from routine changing kept me from answering this one for a while……)

ask game link

• First impression

Like I said in another one of these, RTGame's gameplay was my first time seeing this game in full, and Prisoner was the first princess him (and, by extension, I) met!! And if I were to play the game blind, I feel like I'd make very similar choices to him and end up getting Prisoner too. It just feels like the most natural route? You're unsure of everything, not quite trusting the Narrator, but he's also your only source of info, so might as well go in with the benefit of the doubt.

Prisoner, herself, also looks like the most natural progression to the Harsh princess. She's not too different in how she's drawn, how she acts… she's colder and more quiet than before, but it doesn't feel like such a drastic change.

I was enamored by her. Her flat face, her monotone and straightforward speech, I'm a sucker for this archetype, so she already had me by the heart.

• Impression now

I LOVE HER SO MUCH. Among one of my fave princesses, she's just oakskskskskkssmkd

The flat effect autism swag is everything to me, I love it when a non-expressive character is just let be and isn't treated like there's something wrong with them/like they need to be fixed.

Her quiet trust, the way she's hopeful despite her doubts and skepticism, how deep her hurt goes if you leave her to rot aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. She's everything to me.

• Favorite moment

When you chain yourself besides her.

Something about like.. how despite you two being trapped, your curious and inquisitive nature still brings about entropy, and because of that, you manage to get yourself free without any bloodshed. Also, smth smth, stagnancy while change happens around you.

Urgh. This is a love story, y'all.

• Idea for a story

I am. so excited for when Pris appears in Heathens, I have so many ideas for her kamskdmddmmx

For something non-Heathens related tho, I really like the idea of Prisoner in the outside world just going on a thrift shop and completely embracing goth fashion, just. going all out, she deserves it.

• Unpopular opnion

Already talked about my thoughts on the 'leave head behind' lead-up, and that's prolly about it, tbh, don't really have much 'unpopular opnions' on her. Uuuuuhhhh, kinda understated opnion tho, is how she's prolly one of the most trusting and hopeful of the vessels. Just because it manifests as a quiet understanding and not a bubbly and unwavering faith doesn't mean it isn't there.

• Favorite relationship

Whatever she has going on with Skeptic is everything to me, despite not shipping it romantically, and I just. love how on the same wavelength they are, and how much faith they put in each other.

Also really interested in a potential Pris&Cold dynamic, since they're also pretty similar and have the same kinda 'flat effect autism' going on, which is why I put them together in my Swap AU that I still gotta properly go into here on Tumblr and post about lol

• Favorite headcanon

Genderfluid Pris my beloved <3

[askthelightsides]

i am not ✨vibing ✨ right now so…any jokes or fun facts or just…facts to cheer me up? 💜

V : Yeah I’m not really vibing right now either so I don’t know how good I’d be at cheering someone up. Uuuuuhhhh…cows kill more people a year than sharks.

Ro: That’s supposed to cheer somebody up?

V: I don’t know. I guess if they live near the oceans and fear sharks?

Re: Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs, and Norman Bates from Psycho were all based on the same actual guy!

Ro:…thank you, Remus

V: Well you come up with something!

Ro: I-where’s Patton?! He’s always got fun stuff to say!

L: Janus said he was sick

V:…oh did he

L: He did. What are we doing?

Ro; trying to share FUN facts

L: Oh! I have one! Did you know that bananas and Brazil nuts are both slightly naturally radiated?

Ro:…so there we go, hope this helped I guess

[messinwitheddie]

Squee (in breathless gasp) "SQUEE!"

Mr. Casarez (in a breathless gasp) "Ghhhk!

Sorry--

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Is everything ok? It's really late for a child to play outside alone...or really early...? What time is it? Um-- Do- um-- do you live in the trailer park? I don’t recognize you, but I haven’t lived here very long and I have face blindness."

Squee "N-no. I was-- um-- I was walking home from a friend’s house and I... got lost...? That's the best you can come up with?

Mr. Casarez "Good God, how long have you been wandering around?"

Squee "Um...Uuuuuhhhh...."

Mr. Casarez "Do you need to call your parents?"

Squee "NO I-I have a cellphone. They're just-- not picking up."

Mr. Casarez "Oh... Esto no está bien. Well, I got paid last night. I could call you a cab. Do you know your address?"

Squee "NO!! I mean, yes, b-but you don't have to. It's ok."

Mr. Casarez "It's not safe to go home, is it?

Did you run away from home? It's ok if you did. You're not in trouble."

Squee *tiny squeak*

Mr. Casarez "I promise, you won’t get in trouble. Just... hold on. I need to think."

Squee *tiny squeak*

Mr. Casarez "Oh, no. ¿Qué debo hacer? No puedo llamar a la policía. No esta noche. ¿Debo llamar a mi trabajador social? No, has estado bebiendo. Ella simplemente llamará a la policía. Oh Dios. Oh Dios, este niño necesita tu ayuda y todo lo que puedes hacer es quedarte quieto y ser un inútil como siempre. Mierda. ¿Qué debo hacer?"

Listen, Mijo, I'm ashamed to admit this, but I've had A LOT to drink and I've been on my feet over 14 hours now. I don't have the energy to walk you home.

What's your name?"

Squee "Todd."

Mr. Casarez "I'm Juan. Todd, I'm going to grab some lawn chairs and something hot for us to eat. We'll sit down and figure everything out. I just need to wash up and change. Oh! And feed My Wife real quick. She'll get really angry if I don't feed her soon."

Squee "Oh, no. Thanks, but you don’t-"

SQUAWK!!

Mr. Casarez "That's her. Better hur-"

SQUAWK!!

THUD

Just stay here. Excuse the smell. I have to clean her enclosure tomorrow."

Squee "Your wife is a bird?"

Mr. Casarez "Obviously she's not--- *sigh*-- She's my pet. I just named her "My Wife" when I found her. That way I'm not lying when I tell people I'm going home to my wife."

Squee "Oh. Ok..."

Meanwhile; inside...

SQUUAAAWK!!

Nny *terrified screams*

Mr Casarez "Holy shit. Is somebody in my trailer??"

[I can't speak Spanish; I was using Google translate for this. If I butchered the dialog to the point where it's gibberish, please forgive me and let me know.]

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Tried to throw in some humor this time around with the big reveal of Mr. Casarez's "Wife". Hopefully someone gets a little laugh out of this. (ripped off a line from the Great North too)

Had no idea how to draw a blue macaw in JV's style, so I just drew her.

Poor Mr. Casarez. Such a sad, weird little guy, but he means well.

[alelathedragon]

Word Girl AU: I almost killer her...

Part 2!!!

Narrator: Last time on… WORRRRRD GIRRRRL! Tobey threatened to crush the city!!! A G A I N!!! But this time has threatened Word Girl with the power of Lexonite! Will she be able to escape his desperate hands? Will she be forced to live a life of constantly forced playdates? WILL TOBEY STOP BEING SUCH A DUMMY AND LISTEN TO HER???!!! Find out… Maybe in this episode of… WORD GIRL!!! "

WG: " C'moooooon TOOOOOBEYYYYYY, what's the matter?? Afraid your mommy will yell at you for getting your shoes dirty??? "

" Ye- N O!! of course …. Not!! Of course not I just don't see the fun in splashing around in… Puddles," he said with a cringe on his face, reaching up to adjust his glasses as Word Girl jumped and made another splash in the muddy puddle getting more onto her already dirty super hero suit.

WG: " Yeah.. I'm sure that's totally the reason. "

" Aren't we supposed to be doing things that we BOTH…. enjoy?? "

WG: " hmmmm I dunno, kinda hard to enjoy myself when I'm being THREATENED to have a good time. "

" GRRRRRHHHMMM!!! " He took a deep breath in and then let it back out.. putting up his hands in a defensive manner before folding them behind his back " Alright… It's fine we have plenty of day to spare after all~ hmhmhm… Besides it wouldn't be all fun to just… Be in control of the entire thing… Some things have to be natural. "

Word Girl scowled with a roll of her eyes and continued to jump in the mud with an even more salty attitude to her… Tobey didn't get it. Word Girl was never his biggest fan, but they've had nice moments together, so what if he was using a new tactic to anchor her to his level??? What was different now than all the other times, why was she so… So… Furious at him??? His robits were well behaved, not destroying a single hair on anybody's head. He made robits to PROTECT this city while she was occupied!! To him, everything was the same… He's threatened her to hang out with him various times or even lied to her about a tracker remote so she would spend time with him naturally… Though now it could last! She wouldn't be whisked away by any other problems of any kind, it was just them and his heart fluttered at the thought. He turned his attention back to the girl hero who jumpscared him by being right beside him again.

" GHHH HUH!?!? "

WG:" Hehe.. I'm done jumping… Figured you'd want me to hold your hand again.. or else and what not. "

She offered her hand to him and his face got all red… Thoughts scattered in his mind and a hint of guilt rose up in the depths of his throat… But he quickly swallowed them and grabbed her hand in his once again. He wouldn't be able to live out this fantasy forever!! … Maybe… So he might as well take what he can get hmhmhm!!

" You know… By now you would usually have defined something… Won't you? I want to hear you define something. "

WG: " …..I can try, Lexonite makes it harder for me to define things, Tobey. "

" I know… But it's only a little bit, I did my best scientific research for the best amount of the meteorite to use on you~! "

Word Girl's brow twitched: " charming… "

" Oooh define that~ define… Charming~ "

She pinched her nose, rubbing it some before her eyes cast to the sky as she thought some, " Charming…. Charm… Charmed… To be Charming is to be… Good… you like it a lot uuuuuhhhh… "

She struggled some. Tobey opened his mouth, but she shoved her free hand to his face. " I got it, I got it…. Charming is to like something, it's really good and nice. Like the summer breeze is charming to feel against my face. "

They both went silent for a minute, Tobey reaching up to rub the back of his head a little before he snickered some.

WG: " What?? It's not my fault okay??!! "

" I know… heeheeheeheee… I just heeheeheehee… you're still cute even while trying your best just to fail heeheehee! "

WG: " Wh- "

" UH I MEAN… LOOK A BIRD-"

He tugged on her to pull her along the park more and head towards the public library as they could both find enjoyment there that wasn't so… Messy! And …. Nature…y!! When they got there Word Girl was a bit more excited than before, given her passion for reading, going over to the reading spots to pick the optimal one….

WG: " Right here. " She smiled some as she circled a cozy little spot near the wall that had bean bag chairs and a lamp that you could adjust to your liking. Tobey shrugged,

" Ah yes… I've grown quite fond of this spot myself, even if I must share it with Becky Botsford… This is her favorite reading spot too. "

WG laughed a bit: " Well what can I say? It's a really good spot… Anyways let's get some books! What were you thinking? "

" Oh… Uh… I was thinking that we could split up and grab the ones we want to share with each other the most! Not a… Favorites kind of thing, but just enjoying specific ones?? Together?? "

Word Girl tilt her head some but then got a very stern thinking face, " The books I want to share the most… That's just as impossible as asking me for my favorites though!!! "

Tobey laughed some: " Y-ehehes I know, Word Girl, but I think it will be a great bonding experience!! Now just make sure you do Not fly off and try anything or eeeeeelse~ "

Her current smile turned back into a disappointed frown. " Right… I had almost forgotten about the whole robots thing… Maybe we could have actually had a good time if you didn't feel the need to bring it up. "

She quickly walked away as he rose an arm up towards her, wanting to stop her, but he bit his lip and looked away in shame… No… No it's okay Tobey… She loves reading SOOOOO much that she'll probably forget all about it once again! Then you can both get ice cream!! You can use your pocket money to pay for her, she'll be so impressed! Thus he went off in a different direction to pick out his own books that he wished to share… Or he would have if it was easy, Word Girl was right! How is he supposed to pick just a few? These engineering books weren't just informative but inspiring! Then there were books about fictional super heroes.. some of his favorites were Jean Montone, Dr. Oddone, and a fanmade one specifically made off Word Girl: Literature Lady.

Strong but smart super heroes that used their intellect and powers to save the day… Well except his favorite real favorite, Dr. Destruction, who was a villain, buuuut hey they can't all be good. Eventually, he found himself back at the spot they had picked for sharing books and the lights were on in the library, he must have spent hours looking for the perfect books to show Word Girl- and seems she did too! As she was only coming back at the same time with what looked like two books from every single aisle in the library, the entire Pretty Princess collection, and every single Thesaurus and Dictionary the library had- Tobey gawked a little bit with big eyes that slowly became love struck as he got a squiggly smile. Only she could do something like that and look cool…

WG: " It was really hard not just picking up every book the library had! I love all the books because they all have something good they can share! "

Tobey snickered and motioned to the rolling cart he had borrowed to carry his own books over since he did not have super strength and currently didn't have any small robots on him to help him in the library. " Y-y hehehes I see~! I actually had quite the difficult time myself, there are just so many good ones that I- "

WG gasped and flew over to nab a book off his pile to hold it in front of her, " Dr. Oddone!! I LOVE!! Dr. Oddone!! His powers are so surreal as he goes to other planets and solves what would seem to be impossible problems! Not an unrealistic story if I say so myself since y'know snort I'm from a whole different planet and all! "

" Y-yes! Actually I didn't think of that… I just really enjoy how he is able to not just use his amazing powers to save the day but his ingeniously high IQ too! And to think he used to be such an … An uhhh- "

WG: " -Entitled? "

" Yes! An entitled man that was only in it for the money… How a bit of… Uhmm- "

WG: " -Humility? "

" Uhm…yes.. again thank you ahem how humility changed a man. "

WG snorted again and put the book down before going to sit in the spot while grabbing her own book to share. Looking up at Tobey with a genuine smile… His cheeks felt warm as he approached her and- sat ….down…be-SIDE HER!!!!!! HGGGG! His heart was racing at 10 miles per hour right now, he's never had such a meaningful heart-to-heart with Word Girl before. She moved her arms so the book she had was in front of both of them, he was so happy…. Until he read the cover of the book and his eyebrows rose some in confusion.

" 'Empathy and You'? This is the first book that Word Girl, super hero of the city… Wants to share more than anything else? "

Word Girl gave a bit of a side eye look while shrugging, " IIIIIIII think it has some really meaningful lessons in it like: how to feel compassion for others, thinking about how your actions impact the world.. ooo look at this one- "

She opened the book and put her finger to a paragraph to which Tobey was not impressed but .. he couldn't just say no. The deal was to collect what books they wanted to share and share them, so he went along with it and read the book with her…

Hours Later

Tobey lifted up his glasses and rubbed his eyes some with the back of his hand as Word Girl finished reading aloud the last book they were going over together: 'How to Know if You are Feeling Guilty and What You can do to Solve the Problem.'

WG: " yaaaaaaawn oooomf… Man… What time is it? " She looked up at the nearest clock and her eyes widened as she suddenly zipped up from her spot, putting her hands to the sides of her head " OH NO!! I'm gonna be late for dinner!! We must have been called back hours ago!! Here Tobey, I'll put away all the books I need to go! "

" D-don't forget to meet me at my house tomorrow! "

WG: " Uh huh, sure. " She said quickly as she zipped off in a hurry to put away all the books… Tobey got up and did a big stretch, cracking his back and yawning once again. They spent nearly all day in the library bonding over books!! Word Girl even seemed a bit impressed when he showed her a book that wasn't engineering!! And even when he did, he got to explain how the words functioned in robots!! Of course she knew what the words meant, however, she didn't understand the fundamentals of building them in a live robot hehehehehe~💖 Even her books were more or less very interesting.. he didn't really get into the Pretty Princess stuff as much as she was, but he enjoyed listening to her talk about it for a long period of time. Going over the dictionary together was pretty neat as he learned some new words and she rambled about the word's history a little bit. She's so beautiful~ Using one of his robots on standby to carry him home, upon getting inside he was greeted to the smell of a wonderfully made stew by his mother. After going to the table to sit down, he thanked his mom and chowed down before immediately going upstairs to get ready for bed.

As he brushed his teeth… He felt a tug in his chest that he didn't understand. This weight of feelings inside him that seemed to come out of nowhere.. he wondered what it was but ultimately was to tired to keep worrying about it and went to bed thinking about what he would do with Word Girl tomorrow….

His eyes shut and his head was filled with childish glee as he was carried around the city by Word Girl and they took in the sights together.

" This is amazing Word Girl, you have such a way with flying~ "

WG giggled… But then her voice became serious, " Too bad this can't be genuine, right? ….Power Freak. "

His eyes widened some as he looked up to see Word Girl scowling at him, sweat beaded his head. " Wh- what? What are you talking about? Word Girl why are you- "

She sneered: " -Why am I??!!? You have the audacity to ask me why I'm being mean when YOU are holding me against my will!?? I knew we could never get along.. I don't even know why I humor you and tell your mom. You deserve to rot in jail. "

" W-Word girl!?? " He looked down to see the Lexonite necklace on his body and he panicked. " N-no!! You don't understand!! I … I mean yes I'm using it, b-but-!! "

She shook her head and he felt her hands loosen their grip. " 'But' nothing… I'm just a toy like the city… " she let go, " aren't I…. THEODORE? "

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOO- " Tobey flung himself up from his bed as his voice cracked, " NO! NO PLEASE WORD GIR- "

He panted some as his vision took in his surroundings, his chest was pounding as he felt the weight of his body being supported by his bed and not at the mercy of the wind from falling from a ridiculous height. A…..a nightmare …. Just a nightmare.. Tobey… He rubbed his eyes some just to realize that his face was wet. Pulling his hands away, he saw the tears forming at the sides of his eyes and a hicc escaped the back of his throat.

" MOMMMMYYYYYYYY " He got up out of bed and went running to his mother in tears, spending the rest of the night by her side….

The Next Morning

Tobey was awake bright and early, sneaking out of his mother's bed to head back to his own room and sit upon his rocking chair. Face going into his hands as he groaned. What was that dream?? Word Girl would never say those things to him, let alone drop him from that height to his demise… Right, because it was all a stupid nightmare!!! Nothing more! It didn't mean anything, it was just his doubts about this plan working out like he intended….. Mmmmmmmm…. He sat there for a bit 'til he heard their doorbell ring and he perked up.

" I got it! " He quickly got changed and brushed his hair, then proceeded to run down the stairs and go to the front door and look out the spy glass to see!! Word Girl!! ….and… A giant Roboooot ARM!?!?!

He flung the door open and gazed at the giant robot arm in dismay, going to his knees. " MY- MY ROBITS!!! "

Word Girl gave a smug grin. " H e h ~ what's the matter, Tobey? I wake up too early for your liking? I came over like you saaaaid~ "

His fists clutched and shook as a low grumble came from the boy, " GRRRRRR! HOW DARE YOU!! "

WG: " Easily. "

" You weren't supposed to defeat them while I was in bed!! "

WG: " And let the robots menacingly stand over the city threatening the city AND the rest of my weekend? Ye-ah hah! No. I don't think so. " She folded her arms as Tobey scowled at her, pointing a finger.

" You may have won this time Word Girl… But there is plenty of Lexonite in the galaxy, and I will have my perfect playdate you hear me!?!?! "

WG sighed and face palmed: Tobey…… No… How could I expect you to have learned anything from yesterday…. There's nothing for you to feel guilty about… Is there…. "

Tobey sweat some and fiddled his fingers before clearing his throat and scoffing " of course not, your little lie about it being life threatening was nothing more than that; a lie… Besides anytime I ask you if we can hang out without a giant Robit being there you say no! "

They both were silent, Word Girl just shaking her head some before flying away. Tobey folded his arms in a pretzel and turned around only to be greeted by his mother in her robe giving him the Mom Glare. Reaching to grab his ear and drag him inside- grounding him for the rest of the week…

Thanks to @femboi-rayne for proof reading and fixing my spelling mistakes!! It's really pog of you and I appreciate it :3

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[magebastard]

ok very elaborate tav backstory because i want to Dump this somewhere

uuuuuhhhh anyways jens assumed the responsibility of the successor of a menzoberranzan noble house and the caretaker of her 3 younger brothers at age 11!!! and she did good! she managed to hide her kindness and thrive politically in menzoberranzan until the evening before her engagement (to a noblewoman of house baenre) was publicly announced. she panicked hard and made a slapdash plan to escape the city with two of her younger brothers, leaving the youngest boy to assume her role in the political marriage. (beneficial for both houses bc men are easier to manipulate and Wexel really truly wanted to be an ornament to society more than anything anyways) (he v heartily agreed to and insisted upon the plan)

she fled to the surface with her brothers!!! they all found their parents (happy and in love) in waterdeep!! (they left to protect them from the weird shame of having loving parents in the cruelest city in the world!!) they lived happily for a while before jens left to study more about her sorcerous origins (storms)!!! she met a clockwork soul sorcerer named Orson Goddardt (wizard multiclass) and studied under him and uh oh what they fell in love!!! jens was instrumental to his own research into his own sorcerous origin but assumed his interests (wild, wacky, etc.) were theoretical!!

he was looking into very dark magic!! she was unknowingly helping him acquire knowledge that would let him become a lich, unbound by time i.e. an omnipotent being that could choose to exist at any point in time

to do this, he would have to trap her in a soul cage, using her physical being as an anchor to the time he existed in and her soul to anchor his own soul (and sanity) to sustain his personality as he made the transformation into a lich

he killed her and used separate cages for her body and soul and basically trapped her consciousness in a time loop for a full year

she was revived by her still very well off family after being discovered in an abandoned wizards tower in neverwinter

after recovering for some time back in waterdeep, jens took time to hunt down places where orson had caused trouble and attracted dark magic (leading to an iou from blackstaff vajra) but couldn't find any sign of him/any confirmation of whether he was dead or alive

one lead pointed her to baldurs gate! she chased it! the rest is history!

(her Companion Quest~ would be finding Orson in like. the counting house or his like. temporary tower or a library or something and dealing with him after a "you KILLED ME" monologue

anyways thats it hehehehehhehe

[lewis-winters]

Day 13: Fear

Part of my OC-tober 2022 (that will get fucking finished in 2024 so help me god)! Well. We're indulging this time around with some Baldur's Gate 3 on my Band of Brothers/HBO War Blog. I guess. Honestly, with how many OCs I have in other fandoms, I might just start playing around with them for this prompt list, too!

tw: If you're starting to notice a pattern in my writing with parenthood, in iterations of both problematic or good, uuuuuhhhh no you fucking don't.

They’ve been sitting by the fire in the Elfsong tavern for a whole of hour, in perfect silence, before Jaheira chooses to break it. “You will not return upstairs.”

It’s not a question. Still, Pasiphaë answers it as one. “Not until they’re all in bed. I’ve no patience right now,” she tells her with a deep sigh. “For anyone or myself. I… do not like who I was today.”

Belligerent. Jumpy. Too slow to react, too impulsive in her decisions. Near unrecognizable, as compared to her original cool and collected demeanor at the beginning of their journey. She expected better of herself, and her companions definitely deserved better than the kind of mess she’s become. But they’ve been running on near fumes for the past few days, having been tossed about here and there by Mystra, Shar, Lorroakan, cultists, Orin, and Cazador, all alike. On top of that, Serafina had decided to join in on their quest, despite Pasiphaë’s explicit orders for her to get out of the city while she still could—truly, there was a time when her sweet little girl would obey her with no question, but alas! she’s inherited her other mother’s bullheaded-ness. Pun intended. Not for the first time, Pasiphaë found herself wishing that Melisandre were still around to share in her pride over their daughter’s immense bravery. The abrupt reminder of what she no longer had—after several months of not thinking about Mel even once—had been enough to throw her off her rhythm completely. The day had already started being kind of shit.

Ulder Ravengard and his unfortunate decision to mouth off about his son’s new appearance was the last straw.

“I lost my temper.” The verbal dressing down was spectacular while it was happening. Invigorating, even. Pasiphaë doesn’t remember the last time she’s felt such catharsis. After the months of non-stop action, it was good to release it all.

It was the stunned silence afterward that felt particularly… damned. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Bah, he deserved it,” Jaheira scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “He is better off for listening to your wisdom.”

“Calling whatever that was ‘wisdom’ is too generous.”

“But it is what it is: a mother’s wisdom.”

Pasiphaë snaps; “I’m not Wyll’s mother,” and Jaheira tilts her head back and lets out a hearty HA! loud enough to draw the attention of other patrons.

“You are not just his mother, that is for sure,” Jaheira says, wagging an admonishing finger at her. “All of them seem to have attached themselves to you like little suckling pups to a bitch’s teats.”

“Your metaphors leave much to be desired, Jaheira.”

“You were protecting your pup, is what I mean,” Jaheira shrugs. “Even if it is from his own blood. Wyll holds you under no contempt for such a display. I may even go so far as to say that he’s grateful for it.”

“Perhaps.” Oh, but Wyll loves his father so—even when the man has done nothing but abandon him. Pasiphaë knows it isn’t right to get between father and son, not as a simple party member, and most certainly not while one still holds out hope for reconciliation. She might’ve just ruined Wyll’s chances back there, with her vindictive nature and even sharper tongue. If she had, would he ever forgive her?

As if reading her thoughts, Jaheira tsks. “We mothers, we always want what is best for our children. Nobody can fault us for that.” There’s a small smile on her face; a tiny quirk of the corner of her lip that feels conspirative. Like they’re in on a joke together.

Technically, they are. Pasiphaë smiles back. Or tries to. “Whatever you say.”

Their conversation, once again, falls to silence. Patrons come and go, and the tavern keeper’s boy comes once and twice to stoke the fires until, finally, they fizzle out into glowing embers. The night grows even quieter soon after, with the patrons quickly disappearing out the door, or into other rooms, until, finally, it is just them, and the occasional drunkard outside.

“You can go. Rest,” Pasiphaë says, aware that it is late. Tomorrow (later?), they are to confront Gortash. “We’ll need all our strength come morning.”

“You are determined to keep vigil.”

“Someone has to.”

“If I were to climb up those stairs, I would not be surprised to see some of your pups waiting for you by their fire,” Jaheira chuckles, standing up with an exaggerated groan—her knees are not what they used to be. “No doubt, they will send me back down again—or even come down themselves—if I return empty handed. Come, now.”

She offers her hand.

Pasiphaë stares at it.

Something in her chest shudders with anxiety and—is it her imagination? The tadpole behind her eye, wriggling with a sordid kind of glee?

“I fear I cannot be to them what they need me to be, Jaheira.”

Jaheira frowns, confused. Still, she keeps her hand out. “And what is that?”

What, indeed? A leader? With the amount of times she’s failed them? Perish the thought. A caretaker? Barely. Her hands are not made for healing, anymore. Certainly not with the Triad’s silence and her simmering resentment over it. And what comfort she could give is quickly dwarfed by the enormity of all their suffering. What use is a lullaby, when she couldn’t even hold Karlach enough to soothe her tears? What use is her sword, when it can scarcely keep Lae’zel from the betrayal of her kin, queen, and god? Clearly, Pasiphaë couldn’t even call herself a protector—just two days ago, she’d failed to protect Astarion from his worst possible self, leaving the burden to Gale, instead; and just last tenday, Shar had taken from Shadowheart her last connection to her past, while all Pasiphaë could do was helplessly watch. Hells, she certainly couldn’t protect Wyll, who only ever looked to her for wisdom and guidance. Or even Gale, whose final decision haunts them all—Astarion, especially, who has begged her over and over again to make Gale see reason. But how could she, when all she could think about is his fate as both Faithless and Discarded? She understands too well the challenge that lays before him to possibly talk him out of his task in any way that matters. The blasted Wall remains a prominent phantom in Gale’s mind as much as hers; but while she’s resigned to her own fate, that doesn’t mean he should be, too.

Gods, but what will she tell Morena, then? Tara? Astarion? That she let their beloved boy die, simply because the folly of the gods and their selfish nature was too strong for her to fight? No. That would not do.

And yet. She hesitates.

“If I am their mother, as you say I am,” she tells Jaheira. “I am a shit mother. My Melisandre would be ashamed to see how poorly of a mother I am being.”

Jaheira knits her brows together. “Your partner?”

“Yes.” Her beloved. The mother of her children. The balm to her soul. The light in her darkness; Pasiphaë is never going to see her again. “She was always better at this than I—my children—I was never—”

“Serafina seems to adore you.”

“Now,” Pasiphaë entreats, feeling the blasted tadpole wriggle and squirm behind her stupid eyes the more distressed she becomes. “I have failed her before, terribly, and it was only time that allowed those wounds to heal. Time is not on my side, now. If I fail them—when I fail them—”

She stops. She cannot bear to think of it. But it is inevitable. “I fear that it is not a matter of if, but when I fail them, Jaheira. I am cursed to repeat my mistakes. And when I do… gods when I do…”

“You will not.”

“You are a fool to—”

“Ha!” Jaheira barks, snatching back her offered hand to reach out and shake Pasiphaë by the shoulders. Like she were a kitten being pulled back by her scruff. Gone is the amicable, conspiratorial smile, replaced thoroughly by a stern glare. “It is you who is the fool to let such thoughts paralyze you!” She lets her go, wags a finger in her face, “you have fallen out of practice in the art of seeing yourself as what you are. What you are truly capable of.”

“But I am capable of failure!”

“And you are capable of triumph!” Jaheira snaps, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. “Why are you so determined to fail?”

Pasiphaë blinks. Blinks again. Something hot rolls down her cheeks and she scrubs at them with her hands. They come away wet.

“You said, once, that you are destined for the Wall of the Faithless. This is the truth. In many ways, you are,” Jaheira continues, kneeling on the ground so as to catch her eyes. “But you are not dead yet. Your pups are not dead yet. Pull it together; you must see this—if not for yourself, then for them.”

For them. Yes. For them. Children are only as resilient as their parents, Melisandre used to say. Whisper in her ear, when the worst of the grief had taken over as their baby girl cooled in her arms. Phaedra is gone, but Xenodius and Serafina yet live. For them, Pasiphaë had rallied. Taken up what strength she had left, and trudged forward.

Get up, she thinks Melisandre would say, now. Get up, my love. They are hurt, but they are yet living. Get up.

“I wish I had your wisdom,” Pasiphaë says, finally, after a long moment of silence. It comes out in a croak, barely a whisper, barely even words. Still, she manages a small smile. “True mother’s wisdom.”

Jaheira tsks. But slowly, she too returns a smile. “You have it. As I said: you are just… out of practice. Come, now,” again, she gets up on her creaky knees with an exaggerated groan.

And offers her hand. “Your pups might sleep better, knowing that their mother is nearby.”

This time, Pasiphaë takes it. “Their bitch of a mother?”

Jaheira laughs. Laughs and laughs, even as she pulls Pasiphaë toward the stairs and their camp. It’s loud and bawdy and definitely a great disturbance. But it does sound like music, and Pasiphaë likes hearing it. “Just so!”

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Pasiphaë Elago is my Tav. She's a moon-elf, and a Paladin of Ilmater/the Triad turned Godless Paladin-- it's a long story. She's named Pasiphaë because her late wife, Melisandre, was a druid whose wild shape was a bull. I think I'm funny. Before the events of BG3, she was an adventurer in her own right, and is technically retired and is literally broaching 500 by the time she's kidnapped by the Ilithids. That being said, because she's so old and had just lost her wife a few years prior, she doesn't romance the BG3 characters but accidentally adopts them all during their whole tadpole ordeal. Oh make no mistake, Astarion, Shadowheart, Karlach, and Lae'zel tried to hit that, but she shut that down so fast-- "Some of you are as old as my eldest grandchild. It's awkward." Team Mom! Total GILF!! And also!! suffering. Help her, she thought she was done having to parent like this after watching 2 of her 3 children (the last died during the Spellplague) grow up, move out, and make families of their own. She's supposed to be RETIRED, damnit. She's trying so hard. She just wants a NAP.

Speaking of Greek Myths, isn't it funny that Astarion shares a name with the Minotaur? I swear, I didn't think of that before naming Pasiphaë. I did, however, think of it when naming Ariadne Ancunin, my other BG3 OC, who happens to also be Astarion's biological sister. The name's important. Ariadne gave Theseus the power to kill her Minotaur brother, after all. But that's for another day entirely.

None of this makes sense to any of you. That's fine. It's for ME.