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sunseed-fandump · 6 months ago

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I need more backstory on bad batch wizard!! What do you mean my baby boy was almost devoured 😭

(Also totally not cus he's my fav and im biased to want more content of him no wayyyy 👀💧)

(An old picture sits in Vampire Cookie’s desk drawer. A reminder of a happier time, back when he and his sister used to live in a place very far away…)

Tell me, what are you willing to do for the sake of survival?

When Wizard was first baked, he was lucky he got away when he did. The life powder in his body had kicked in very late. When he awoke, it wasn’t to crackling flames, burnt cookies, and oven walls; he woke up on a plate, the only cookie in his batch to have come alive at all, stuck under the weight of inanimate dough. He didn’t even fully comprehend what was going on until the entire pile had shifted from the Witch taking one of the cookies from the top, offering him a wonderful view of her biting off its head.

He panicked, kicking and flailing in an attempt to free himself and run. The hard porcelain beneath him, the crushing weight above him, and the looming threat beyond that was all too much. He didn’t even know his own name yet and he was already afraid of losing what little life he had.

His struggles had caused the pile to shift slightly, gaining the Witch’s attention. Before she could discover him, the sound of glass shattering and the cat screeching heralded the arrival of a blessing in disguise. With the Witch preoccupied, Wizard was able to wiggle his way out from under the pile and flee to safety.

Like I said, he got lucky.

He wandered the Castle alone for a time, piecing together an identity for himself as he went. However, he didn’t discover his love for knowledge until he stumbled across the Witch’s library. With every book he read, (and he taught himself how to read very very quickly) he understood things a little bit better. The world around him suddenly seemed less scary. Those stringy things in the tunnels? Just cobwebs. Strange-looking shadows? Just a trick of the light. The thunder that crashed beyond the castle walls? A by-product of lightning from the expansion of rapidly heated air. Simple!

Then he found the magic books and Wizard discovered a whole new thing about himself.

He loved magic. He loved the very concept of it. He loved the idea of being able to use it. He wanted to shoo away the cobwebs by conjuring a gust of wind. He wanted to illuminate the shadows by creating light from nothing. He wanted to call the lightning from the heavens and have the thunder clap at his command.

(He wanted - needed - a shred of control over his own fate, lest the Witch find him.)

So he studied, and he practiced, day in and day out, using twigs and common quartz as foci. They weren’t strong, and would break if he tried anything too advanced, but he managed.

Then he met Alchemist Cookie.

At first they didn’t think much of each other. Wizard preferred the Arcane Arts while Alchemist stuck with her potions and elixirs, both considered their chosen path to be superior to the other. Yet, after a few encounters, the two found companionship in one another. It was refreshing finally being able to meet someone just as passionate about magic. It was thrilling to engage in academic discussion and not have to be met with blank confused stares. They became friends.

She introduced him to other castle residents who were just as passionate about magic. She was willing to share her lab with him so he could practice in a safer environment. She showed him the safest paths through the castle walls and all the settlements to find the best reagents. He was very lucky to have met her.

And then came the day his luck ran out.

If you were to ask the two of them whose idea it was to sneak into the Witch’s Lab that day, Wizard would blame Alchemist, while Alchemist would blame Wizard. The truth is, neither of them remember, and by this point it doesn’t matter.

The rarest reagents and best supplies in the castle could be found in that lab, but while Alchemist had plundered the cabinets, Wizard had found something of interest in a display case. A staff, relatively simple in design, with dragon wings carved from amethyst, and a small flickering azure ember hovering above it. Despite his better judgement, despite knowing the Witch would notice such a thing going missing, despite the red flag of repressing runes surrounding the artifact, Wizard Cookie took the staff.

The minute his little hand lifted it from its display, the tiny ember burst into a strong flame and a bright blazing eye slid open. Wizard had been scared at first, almost putting the staff back, but then it spoke to him. It thanked him, it told him it had been trapped for so long, its last master had been killed and it had been waiting for a new wielder worthy of its powerful secrets ever since.

It asked if Wizard would like to know those secrets…

But before the boy could give the staff his answer, Alchemist Cookie had returned from the cabinets. She scolded him for being so reckless and told him to return the staff where he had found it, but Wizard refused. After all, if this staff was as powerful as it boasted, perhaps it could be used for the good of the cookies back home? Besides, the other scholars would probably love to study it. It was such a good find!

Alchemist eventually relented, and the pair left the lab, reagents and staff in hand.

They didn’t know that they were being followed.

When they had returned to the settlement nestled in a crawlspace, the two were wholly unaware of what else they had brought back with them until it was too late.

The Reaper, one of the Witch’s faithful servants created from a hollowed out pumpkin and vines, had followed them back home. She, like the other familiars, had been tasked with capturing the sweetest creatures they could find, especially Cookies. She descended on the town with ruthlessness, spreading seeds that grew into brambles and swinging her scythe with deadly grace.

The town was in complete chaos. The militia scrambled for control, spells did nothing as The Reaper grew back whatever damage was done to her plant-composed body too quickly, nobody could escape because the town had been sealed in by the thorns. That did not stop Wizard and Alchemist from trying to find a way out or helping the other desserts hide while searching for Alchemist’s brother, Vampire Cookie, to make sure he was safe.

Unfortunately, the Reaper found them first.

Two of the many vines that made up her body had caught them, plucking them up like a fresh harvest.

“Oh goody, more cookies!” The Reaper had said with a cackle, but then paused and raised them higher for closer inspection. “Wait... Oh, I know you two! You’re the little thieves I followed! I’m sure The Witch will reward me handsomely when she finds you on her plate tonight!”

Now, as a plant, the Reaper had no need for real food. All of her sustenance came from planting her roots into soil and absorbing whatever sunlight filtered in through the castle’s windows. Because of this, her large empty head was used as a prison for whatever creatures she caught. It was a perfectly harmless holding space. Wizard knew this, of course, because he had done extensive research into as many of the Witch’s minions as he could. (Unlike the cobwebs, shadows, and thunder, the more he learned, the scarier they became.) Despite this knowledge, however, when the Reaper had raised him to her mouth in order to stash him away inside her head, Wizard felt a terribly violent spike of fear for his own life.

His first memory had returned to him, unbidden. The vision of the Witch biting the head off of a cookie flashed in his mind, and that combined with his fear, caused the irrational thought of “I am going to die. She is going to eat me.”

And then the staff, still clutched tightly in his hands, spoke to him once again.

It told him it could save him. It told him it knew a spell that could stop the Reaper once and for all. He needed only to ask, and it would happily whisper the words into his ear. After all, it would hate to see Wizard wind up on a plate like its last master.

All Wizard had to do was listen closely…

The words of the spell felt vile on his tongue, but the Azure Flame Staff assured him that he would get used to it. He was mere inches from the Reaper’s face when the blue flame at the top of the staff burst.

A massive inferno consumed the Reaper and soon the flames spread to the brambles. The force of the explosion had shook the foundation and support beams, causing the old castle stones to collapse which resulted in a cave-in that buried some of the town.

It was complete and utter devastation.

Wizard and Alchemist had been flung from the Reaper’s grasp when she flailed around in a desperate attempt to put the fires out. The azure flames ate away at both her plant-like body and the magic that fueled her life-essence. It was a weirdly beautiful sight, though Wizard didn’t have a chance to see what became of her as he and Alchemist crashed into a fountain, the water just barely broke their fall.

They hauled themselves out of the fountain, soaking wet and trembling, but alive. They were alive. Wizard had done it. He finally had the power to change his fate however he wished. He’d done it!

Laughter had bubbled out of his chest at the revelation, the hand that wasn’t clutching the staff had flown up to his hair. (He had lost his hat in the fall. Pity.) All the stress and fear melted into an emotion he couldn’t quite describe, but it gave him butterflies in his stomach and a lightheaded feeling that just made everything suddenly seem so funny. He could barely contain himself as he leaned back against the edge of the fountain and released all that pent up emotion through cackling laughter that could only just barely be heard over the sounds of crackling blue fire.

“I did it!” He had said with joy in his heart. “We’re safe, Alchemist, we’re–!” But his joy melted into concern when he looked over to his friend. Where he had been expecting her to be just as relieved and happy as he was, he saw fear.

It took him a moment to realize that it was directed at him.

“Alchemist?” His brow furrowed.

“Wizard…” Alchemist began slowly. “Put the staff down.”

The staff almost seemed to hiss at her suggestion, and Wizard found himself clutching it tighter. “Why?”

“Please, I just need you to trust me, okay?” She slowly got to her feet, approaching him like one would a scared animal.

With the Reaper no longer an immediate threat, the townscookies had begun leaving their hiding places in favor of getting the inferno under control. The square was suddenly full of noise, cookies shouting orders and rallying others to shift through the rubble. Wizard didn’t hear any of it as he stared at Alchemist with confusion.

“But, Alchemist, it’s fine. See?” He held it up and she cringed away, as if expecting him to cast that same explosive spell at her. Why did she think he would hurt her? They were friends!

“Th-That’s great, now put down the staff.” Her insistence made annoyance flare up in Wizard’s gut. They had just escaped certain death and this was what she was focusing on?! He wasn’t a threat, so why was she acting so weird? She knew he’d been looking for a strong foci for a while now, so why was she trying to take the staff away from him?

Wizard narrowed his eyes. “... No.”

“What?”

“We finally have a means of defending ourselves against the Witch and her minions and you want me to just let it go?” The boy rose to his full height, taking a step forward (and ignoring her taking a step back).

“Wizard, that thing is dangerous!” She flung her arms out to the side, gesturing at the burning town all around them. Wizard scoffed.

“I have it under control!” He didn’t, but that wasn’t important right now.

“You call everything that just happened control?! You just killed one of the Witch’s familiars and buried half the town!” Alchemist was getting visibly hysterical, but Wizard was too angry to notice. She was treating him like a child! He knew what he was doing!

“I just saved your life! A ‘thank you’ would be nice!” He put a hand on his hip, offended at the lack of gratitude.

“Thank you? You want a thank you?! There are cookies buried under there, some of them might have even crumbled, and you want me to THANK YOU?! My brother is over there and–!” She stopped short, as if surprised by the words that had come from her own mouth. The color drained from her face as realization set in, her eyes were wide and she spoke with a soft trembling voice, “Vampire Cookie….”

She had spun on her heel, anger towards Wizard forgotten in favor of fear for her brother. “VAMPIRE COOKIE!”

“I’ll help!” Wizard’s own anger simmering into concern over the lax cookie’s well-being. Yet he was stopped by a spear impacting the ground in front of him.

“I believe we’ve all had enough of your ‘help’,” spat the militia-cookie who had gotten in his way before he extended a hand toward the boy. “You’re under arrest for use of dark magic. Come quietly.”

“Wha–?!” Wizard jumped back, looking from the armored cookie to Alchemist Cookie’s back. “You-You can’t be serious! You’re joking, right? It was just the one spell, how does that make me a criminal?! Alchemist, tell him he’s wrong! Alchemist!”

The girl said nothing for a long moment, refusing to look at him. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. When she finally spoke it was a whisper, “Leave…”

Wizard cringed as if he had been struck. “B-But–”

“I said LEAVE!” She whirled around on him, tears and fire in her eyes. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

Wizard Cookie felt numb. This couldn’t really be happening could it? He had just defeated the monster attacking the town, and now they were treating HIM like the monster! All he did was cast a spell! A spell that saved them from the Witch’s dinner table!

“HAS EVERYONE GONE CRAZY?!” Wizard snapped. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU–AH!”

A stone had gotten thrown at his head, and it was only now he realized the scene had amassed quite an audience.

“The only crazy one here is you!” shouted one of the cookies in the crowd.

“What were you thinking?!” cried another.

“This is so much worse than what the Reaper would have done!”

“Get out!” Another stone was thrown, which Wizard was able to avoid this time.

The boy began to feel overwhelmed. Despair settled in his gut and made it feel like heavy stones had been tied to his feet as he looked around at all the cookies who were angry at him. He gave one last pleading look to Alchemist, who stared at him with a cold look.

Without another word, she turned her back to him and left.

Wizard scrambled back when a few more militia-cookies began advancing on him. Outnumbered and heartbroken, he fled. The militia probably would have caught him if the staff hadn’t whispered a teleportation spell into his ear, which he used without a second thought.

And the minute he left town, the azure flames blew out.

Wizard was on his own for a while after that. The experience made him bitter, especially when word spread throughout the castle of a cookie of his description practicing the forbidden arcane. A menace, a mad wizard, a twisted child who could destroy a whole town and laugh about it. He hated those rumors. He despised the vile things everyone said about him, especially since most of it wasn’t even true! But nobody asked for his side of the story. They only ever pointed and called him a monster!

And after everything he’d done for them…

Did they expect him to have just let himself be taken and eaten by the Witch? Did they want him to just rely on luck like everyone else? Did they want him to just accept whatever fate the Witches designed for him?! No, he refused. He wanted to live. He wanted to learn. He wanted to paint his own destiny and leave a mark on the world that no one would ever be able to erase.

Wizard Cookie did not want to be lucky, he wanted to live.

So, I ask again.

What are you willing to do for the sake of survival?

#ask #sophszzz #bad batch #my art #wizard cookie #alchemist cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk au #crk fanfic #fanfic #fic #this got very out of hand LMAO #but i had fun writing it regardless :)#au

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quarterlifekitty · 2 months ago

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Another strange little idea

cw: child death, Catholic school trauma (based on outlast 2)

As I lay down my head to sleep

Johnny could tell you when his issues with authority started. Still has them now, though Price knows where to direct the teeth of a mad dog. He could tell you so much more than just the age— he could tell you the very day. The hour. The minute. The second.

It was the last second he saw you alive. The moment before your body made its final fall from the last step, cracking your skull on the linoleum, a halo of blood soaking your hair and the skewed blue wool of your uniform vest.

Johnny talks a lot. In fact, it’s hard to get him to stop. But that one moment has stayed buried deep, still stuck at the base of his 12 year old spine.

I pray the lord my soul to keep

They say girls grow up faster than boys. It’s true. Your best friend—your girl best friend, that is— clumsily shoved a pile of loose leaf paper into his hands when school had resumed on Monday. When everyone knew. He looked at them, confused— like runic cryptograms of femininity, the pages were covered in doodles of hearts and centaur men, creased by dozens upon dozens of repeated intricate folds, emblazoned with line after line of glitter pen ink.

“She, uhm— she really… I think she’d want you to know— she really liked you.” He barely looked up in time to see the flutter of a navy skirt as she ran away, having finished her grave deed.

They stayed clandestinely tucked into the back pocket of his binder for an agonizing week before he’d had the courage to read them.

Johnny? As in Johnny Mactavish? Ewwwww. he’s so stupid.

All boys are stupid. At least he’s cute. His eyes are pretty. And he’s like…. Funny-stupid. Not mean-stupid.

So when are you gonna get married? Are you gonna have a hundred babies and have a dog and a cat? And live in million-pound house in London?

Shut up!!! Bitch.

Slag.

Maybe we will get married. And have a million babies and they’ll all have his blue eyes and my perfect hair and you’re gonna be so jealous!!!

And if I die

He was still in his boyhood then. When he looks back now, it was all so obvious… the excuses to hold his hand. To come over to his house after school. Begging him to join the same after school club as you. Leaving butterscotches in the little pocket on his book bag.

Maybe if he’d had just a little more time to grow into himself— to understand the fairer sex, he’d have known things. He’d have liked you back. Maybe you would’ve been happy together. Maybe it would’ve lasted two weeks.

But now there was just no way to know.

You died running. Pushing. Escaping. No more than five minutes after you’d begged fearfully for him not to leave you to pray with—

And it planted the awful little rotting seed deep in some under-used vessel in the recesses of his heart. A purpling bruise from every possibility that was shattered. Everything that could’ve been. It warped your image in his mind. How could it not, when he was taught to admire and adore innocents that had died?

You became his personal saint. And try as he might to move on, to forget, no earthly woman had a chance to compete with that. Not really.

Before I wake

He should’ve known. When he saw that patch of blue in the corner of his eye. That strictly kept length of hair. When Simon had to snap at him to get him to fucking pay attention if y’wanna keep that useless ‘ead on ya shoulders.

When he heard that little—

Please don’t go.

Right in front of the tunnel.

When your halo became a blinding light where it had been the blood of an ingenue spilled against cheap, beige and white speckled plastic flooring. When he smelled angel’s trumpets instead of rubber burnt into the grit on the edge of the steps.

When he heard the click of a three ring binder instead of the gunshot.

I pray the lord my soul to take

But he does feel it when the bullet makes a home in the side of his skull. And he prays to god that he falls the very same way you did.

#cod fanfic #writing #cod #john soap mactavish #cw religious trauma #cw catholicism #cw child death #cw major character death #cw cod spoilers

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thebearer · 1 year ago

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please please please need a part two of the fight blurb 😭 what happens next 😭😭😭

should i make it into a full fic omg?? maybe?? lol

but on the real, i think that he would have to take a leave from the restaurant, which truthfully, everyone needed. this is just what broke him. the one time he actually tries to deal with his shit and not just blow up, get embarrassed, try to make it up, and repeat the cycle with no real change. i mean, you took his babies? anchovy and teddy. you're not returning his calls. richie, fak, and sweeps are alternating wellness check watches because they're terrified he's going to hurt himself, especially after the way he spiraled when he found your wedding ring.

he knows where you're at. he managed to become technologically savvy all of a sudden and figured out how to see your location, that you shared with him when you first started dating. fak wouldn't let him take his car. richie had put him on a full blown "psych ward type shit" lockdown until he "got his shit together, cousin".

"richie said-"

"-richie's a fuckin' moron, give me my fucking keys, fak!"

"carmen," fak frowns. "i-i can't."

so carmen walked. he walked to sugar and pete's house. nearly an hour walk through chicago. smoking so much he felt sick.

pete answered the door, face falling as soon as he saw carmen.

"carm, h-hey, man-"

"-where is she?" carmen wasn't interested on any sort of small talk, tunnel visioned to get to you.

"uh, i-i don't-"

"-pete, i really don't want you to fuck with me right now, alright." carmen took a deep breath, throat burning with tears. "i need to see- i-i need to see her pete." he couldn't bring himself to even say your name.

a tiny meow came from behind pete, anchovy skippering towards carmen with bright eyes, tail raised. it made carmen's jaw clench, tears blurring his vision. he knew you had to be close by. looking at the time, you were probably feeding teddy, maybe putting her down for a nap. he should have been more considerate, came later in the day, carmen thought.

pete looked at the cat, down the hall, then back at carmen. "carm..." pete hesitated, gripping the door, letting it shut gently, shielding something behind him. "you know i can't."

"what the fuck? pete that's- just let me in." anger surged through carmen's chest, trying to swallow it down. all he'd been was angry. angry and sick and distraught, a never ending cycle for weeks, just amplified by your leaving.

"you want to get her back? quit actin' like a goddam baby." richie sneered one night, just days ago, when carmen was especially awful and mean. "quit actin' like this isn't your fuckin' fault. like you didn't do this to yourself. take some fuckin' accountability, grow the fuck up, and get your motherfuckin' shit together. and maybe-maybe you'll get your family back."

carmen turned, running a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. keep himself from crying, from screaming, from pushing pete down and running back there so he could see you himself- throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness.

"pete, please? please?" carmen's voice wobbled, breaking gently. "please l-let me talk to her. just let me- let me tell her i'm sorry. don't-"

"-carmen?" sugar's voice came from behind pete. her face dropped, different than pete's, her's was angry. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"why do you think i'm here, natalie? huh?-"

"-oh, you've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here." natalie sneered, pulling the door open and stepping out. "pete, go inside."

"nat-"

"-i got it." natalie hissed, eyes narrowing at carmen. she waited until pete left, shaking her head at him. "you should be fucking ashamed-"

"-i am-"

"-mortified." sugar continued. "do you know what i came home to the other night? i came home to pete taking care of your baby because your wife came here sobbing- sobbing, because you screamed at her? what the fuck is wrong with you? huh?"

"i don't know." carmen's voice was tight, fighting a tremble. "i-i don't fuckin' know. i didn't- i-i didn't mean-" a tear fell, the final crack in his demeanor. carmen wasn't sure how he had tears left, how he could sob anymore. yet here he was, on his sister's porch, tears flowing again.

sugar didn't comfort him, didn't move, just watched him through glaring eyes. "please let me s-see her. let me se-ee teddy, sugar, don't-don't keep my kid from me-"

"-i'm not keeping your kid from you." sugar snapped. "i didn't take teddy away. you know who did? you. you did carmen."

carmen flinched, he knew it was true but it still stung. "i know you don't remember dad very well, but you're acting just like him." sugar sneered.

"and before you try and come up with an excuse-"

"-i-i'm not-"

"-i want you to know, that every day. every single fucking day, there's days i want to drink myself to sleep. that mj or maggie make me want to pull my hair out and scream, or pete does something that infuriates me, but you know what i don't do?" sugar stepped towards carmen, arms still crosses. "i don't yell at them, i don't drink myself incoherent, i don't fucking act like mom or dad because i know how that felt." sugar jabbed a finger in her chest, eyes holding carmen's gaze intensely.

"i know how that fucked me up, i know how it fucked them up, how it fucked you and mikey up too- how it fucked everything in our fucking life up!" natalie laughed humorlessly. "and the last thing, the very last thing i would want, is to do that to pete, to my kids, to anyone."

carmen felt sick and yet eerily calm all at once. his chest was tight, he was sure he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't stop listening. a damning realization- a shameful one.

"you need to make up your mind, right here, right now, before you see anyone else." natalie stepped back towards the door. "you need to decide if you're going to continue to be a selfish piece of shit, or if you're going to change. and i can tell you, change is uncomfortable- it's not easy. you have to fight for it every single day. but i would rather do that than not have my family."

she looked down at carmen, twisting the knob. "you decide that, then maybe- maybe you can see them." carmen flinched at the door slamming behind her, not moving from his place on the porch, head in his hands.

fak showed up nearly an hour later, wide eyed and rambling about "how the fuck did you just leave? i was playing ball buster and-and then you're gone-"

carmen ignores him, sliding into the car slowly. "carmen?"

"you uh," carmen's voice is hoarse, staring straight ahead. "you said that, uh, that richie's got.... got someone for me to talk to?"

fak blinks, nodding slowly. "the therapist? yeah-"

"-take me there." carmen looks over at sugar's house. he isn't sure if it's his imagination or not, but for a moment he swears he can see you, peeking through the blinds.

"a-are you ok?" fak is worried, a little rattled at the sudden change. especially since carmen had been so adamant about not seeing "your stupid fuckin' therapist, richie, clearly she's no fuckin' good because look at you! you're still fucked up!" carmen's enraged words from days ago.

"no," carmen admits, throat swelling with a growing lump. "but, uh, i-i wanna be." he admits quietly, looking over at fak. "i gotta get my shit together, fak. i-i gotta be better for them."

fak doesn't deny it, doesn't console him. just goes quiet with a nod, driving away. carmen watches sugar's house disappear in the rearview, his heart aching, breaking, but he knows natalie is right. he knows he'll be back once he's better, that he has to be better. for teddy. for you. for your family.

#thebearer #bearblahs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #pete the bear #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #sugar berzatto #neil fak #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x female!reader #dorothea “teddy” berzatto

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ohraicodoll · 4 months ago

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Tumbling After

Joel Miller x Feral Reader/OC The Last of Us 3.1k Words/ 3rd POV Feral Reader Masterlist Summary: All the fear Joel feels at the fact she's no longer expendable, that it's not just sex, and the only way he knows how to cope with it. Warning: 18+ Minors DNI. Sexual content and mild violence/language. AN: I'm slowly working through all my ancient drafts to get back into writing after over a year, almost two, without writing. I don't know if this is good at all, but I finished it so yall are getting it now. Would roughly take place after Honey but can be read as a standalone with no real backstory.

The lantern illuminated the small dark room, casting sharp angles all over his face and the small flashlight he held between his teeth. The contents of their small first aid kit was scattered all over the toilet seat, his rough fingers shuffling through their supply while Red stayed sitting on the broken counter. The rain outside was pounding heavily against the dilapidated walls of the broken down RV they were taking refuge in, thick droplets sounding like bullets against the metal walls. Even in the noise he could hear the telltale drip, drip, drip of a leak as water fell into the ceramic bottom of the shower. It’d been a decent travel day up until the flooded tunnel.

Minimal contact with infected, no signs of people, and he had managed to catch a couple of suppressed smiles out of Red as Ellie went on a rant about how people were dumb for not traveling wherever they wanted when they could before the world went to shit. It was hard to argue with her when she was not only on a roll but also kind of right. The tunnel crossing was meant to be a safer way through the city and crossing water wasn’t new for them by now. The cars were close enough they could hop across and then he’d swim a flat wooden palette holding Ellie to the exit and Red would follow. Easy. Routine.

But halfway through swimming Ellie to the exit the bus Red was standing on shifted and the wall gave way underneath her. He heard her curse and the distinct thunk of a body hitting something and a splash. It’d taken him shouting at Ellie to stay back and not to jump into the damn water, leaving her floating close enough to the tunnel exit ramp, before he dove back in and raced for the bus. He’d never swam so fast, pushing his aging body further than he’d had to in a while. Red luckily hadn’t been knocked unconscious, but was worse for wear. Joel had no clue how he managed to bust through the window and get inside in the span of a heartbeat. He had gotten to her in record desperate speed and carted her all the way to dry ground, an arm across her chest and swimming one handed back. He didn’t even have it in him to yell at Ellie when she had finally splashed in after them only for him to drag her back out like a wet cat all while checking his companion over for injuries. Then of course the day went completely and utterly to shit when it started raining. Absolutely pouring right onto them. Now Ellie was passed out in the RV’s only bedroom, exhausted from being drenched and panicked and hiking half an hour in the cold rain. And he was trying to patch a long gash in Red’s arm and along her ribs where the busted metal wall had sliced her. He didn’t like how his heart was still in his throat, how he needed to take care of her wounds himself to make himself feel better and ensure that she was okay and whole. It had been a few hours but he couldn’t calm himself down and could see her disappearing over and over again into the abyss, the water swallowing her.

What if he had been slower? What if it had been her throat sliced up rather than her arm? Finding the needle and thread, he set them and the flashlight aside and grunted, “arms up,” before tugging her soaked shirt off her body. She didn’t protest, only raised an eyebrow and complied silently while letting him peel the piece of clothing off her skin. He wrung it out and tossed it over the small shower curtain rod to dry, the drip increasing twice as much. His focus was on making her okay, barely reacting to her now sitting topless in front of him.

It was the bleeding that concerned him more.

He intruded on her space, slipping in between her thighs naturally as he grabbed her chin, forcing her head to the side so he could see the scrape there too. It ran high on her cheekbones and was rough, but not too serious. Nothing like the other injuries, barely anything really, but there were small specks of dirt still clinging to her face alongside the blood. He could feel her breath on his hand, his skin, from how close he was standing to look her over.

Softly, slowly, she blinked at him and he dropped his hand before gruffly handing her the flashlight to hold. Again, silently she did as he asked, watching him. He got to work. It was becoming harder to ignore her, ignore….this. The way she looked, the small mannerisms that sometimes set him off. It was like that night in the cabin, in the store, had opened up the floodgates of possibility and that was enough to tempt him every second. Almost like she could sense the hitch in his breath, the change in thought, her eyes always burned into him as she stared unblinking. Predator watching prey.

She wasn’t unaffected though. It was the way her cheeks would flush slightly, pupils dilated, a fire in her eyes along with something like uncertainty. She’d never say anything, but wouldn’t protest when his fingers found her skin. He remembered another night like this one in another small bathroom. A shitty gas station after a long day, another reckless instance where she hadn’t stopped to think before shoving Ellie out the way of a collapsing pillar.

Joel had dragged her to the bathroom to clean her up. Had stood close and met her eye to eye as she watched him silently. That was when he attempted to put the wall up. For the first time at least. To distance himself from whatever this was. He had swallowed and braved speaking as he felt his heart speed up in anticipation, “That night and the other time…. they don’t mean anything.” Nothing had changed in her eyes, no disappointment, no dying hope. “Okay?” she replied almost mockingly with a raised eyebrow. “Okay,” Joel breathed out. More words caught behind his throat, more excuses, but they choked deep down. The words hidden in the space between explained it all. This was release, only sex, it meant nothing. An agreement. For a brief moment his mind brought up a similar conversation with Tess. The same dull , shallow agreement and her reply like she was annoyed he had expected her to get emotional. But neither of them did. In the back of his head, he wondered if it had always been him that got more attached. If he found himself with women that he hoped were apathetic so it would give him the excuse to be the same. But that wasn’t true. Because Tess had always wanted more even when she fought back against him and said she was fine with the status quo. She wanted to occupy his body and blood and mind and heart. To find a home in him instead of the shitty places they ended up. Yet he hadn’t been willing to give that. The memory of his previous companion had been sharp that night, painful, and he had slammed his lips into Red’s if only to forget faster. Forget what had happened, the people he had lost, the booming sound that popped his ears and the fire that crackled after. The things that only lived in memory. He had kissed her hard, aggressively, and her thighs welcomed him, hitching around his waist. She had wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him in closer while his hands found the bare skin under her shirt. The bathroom was small, but they would take whatever privacy they could with the kid in the other room.

She always kissed him like she was drowning and he was air, desperate and pleading. The only desperation she ever showed. He would never get over how good she felt and how well she took everything he gave her. Joel didn’t have to worry about being soft, reassuring, apologetic to her. They weren’t like that. It was a release for them. All the frustration at the world, the tireless pushing onward and watching their backs, the worry and the stress all getting taken out on the other. She never backed down from his broken edges and she never asked if he cared about hers.

It was a hurt they both craved.

Things were different and the same now. Months of learning each other, of surviving together. Some of the tentativeness had washed away and was replaced by something else. Something that somehow felt closer than what he had had with Tess in the years, decade, he had spent with the woman. And that was terrifying.

She had wormed her way in so quickly.

Joel finished the knot for the stitches in her side, bending down and snapping the string with his teeth. She shivered as his beard grazed her ribs, his breath hot on her frozen skin. He clocked the motion and straightened, closer than before, the light bouncing off between them. Silently, he dropped the bloody needle on the counter and took the flashlight, setting it to the side. His shadow cast wide and tall behind him like a dark giant and she sat mostly in darkness.

The only sound was the pounding of the rain on the walls and the drips and the quiet of their shallow breaths as they stared each other down. He could easily pinpoint every detail about her even in the dim light. Joel had mapped out every inch of her skin blind, didn’t need the light to know her. He didn’t have to break contact to notice the way she swallowed and licked her lips before saying, “What? No beratement?”

“Should I be berating you?” Joel whispered roughly back, the sound too loud in the small room, “You jump up and down and do the fucking hokey pokey to make the goddamn wall collapse or something?”

That one got him a twinge of her lips, a mile of progress for how small the movement was.

“I wish. Would have been more entertaining. Though usually all I need to do is breathe wrong for you to jump down my throat for getting hurt,” she quirked an eyebrow and almost relaxed, leaning back on her hands despite how painful the movement must have been from the fresh wounds. He chewed on the inside of his mouth, eyes tracking the way the skin of her ribs stretched at the thread holding it roughly together and how her breasts were pushed forward more. Joel didn’t reply though, only skimmed his fingers along the wounded skin and watched the goosebumps rise in their wake. It was the main hint that she wasn’t as unaffected and he loved seeing any reaction.

She wasn’t as tightly in control as she thought she was.

The silence stretched but he stayed transfixed with the cut and the steadiness of her breathing. This time it was her who cupped his chin, raising his gaze to meet hers with a sharpness that made him want to wince.

“I’m not dead, Tex,” she frowned, “And I’m not made of glass. Shit happens, we move on.”

She was right. But his heart was still in his throat and the image was on repeat and he fucking hated that he couldn’t shake it. Hated her for making him feel that fear for another person when he was trying to just handle Ellie. So many weak spots to hit him with.

“You constantly scare the shit out of me. More than the kid most days,” he whispered aggressively. The words were supposed to have more bite to them, but they came out both angry and fragile. Like she had somehow coerced them out against his will and he had confessed more than he wanted, “Goddamnit, I don’t know what to do with you.”

She frowned, face all shadows and harsh lines, “Do with me? I am not something you have to do anything with.”

He scoffed bitterly, nostrils flaring in irritation, “Then what? Next time you go down I fucking leave you?” He knew what the answer should be. Yes. He should. Because she wasn’t priority, she wasn’t the potential cure that would save humanity, she was simply a tag-a-long he had allowed Ellie to drag along for comfort. Like an angry emotional guard dog.

Yeah he knew what the answer should be but part of his anger was the fact that he also knew it was no longer something he could follow through with. He would jump into that cold water, beat a raider with his bare fists, sew her up time and time again without hesitation. That had been the issue he had been wrestling with since that cabin, since giving in and getting involved. He let his walls down and she had slithered in, slicing a part for herself whether she knew it or not.

But this was Red, who didn’t know what to do with that. Fragility or soft whispers or confessions, whether they were intentional or not. Who saw herself as a weapon. All claws and teeth and hard broken edges because it was safer to be a knife than a person. She tightened her grip on his chin and dug her nails in while jerking forward until they were flush together and she was growling into his mouth, “Yes, that’s exactly what you fucking do. You leave me and get Ellie out. I am not weak, Tex. I am not a child for you to babysit-”

He winced at the sharp stab from her nails and tried to pull back but she pressed in harder. Gritting his teeth, he opened his mouth to argue back and she snarled. Lips pulled back and teeth bared, she closed in, a couple inches away from his face, “I sink, you move the fuck on. Whatever it takes to make sure Ellie is safe first and foremost. That’s what we agreed, what you told me from the start. I refuse to be a fucking liability to her so don’t you fucking make me into one. I’m not a goddamn damsel for you to save, Miller.”

His mind almost violently objected to what she was commanding him. And that more than anything made him want to force her own words down her throat, to push them back in from the air and make her swallow them so he didn’t have to confront the fact that he didn’t know if he could anymore.

So Joel hissed back, “You’re so fucking frustrating,” and kissed her, roughly, teeth a harsh clash and his own grip as painful as hers because physical pain was better than whatever was happening. Her nails dragged sharp lines through his hair and along his scalp and he moaned at the feeling, the sound slipping out and swallowed by her. Her thighs tightened around him and more sounds almost left his throat at the way the restricted hard press of his arousal met her center so perfectly. This was the battlefield he knew well when it came to her. He could fight her easily this way, lick and bite and make her moan in submission.

He felt steadier between her thighs.

Not when they were outside the room, with clothes on, confronting the fact that she had risen far up the priority list for him.

His hands were tugging at her jeans, working to pull them off roughly. She didn’t want to be handled gently so he didn’t care that she hissed at how it jerked at her stitches, only that he wanted to get to where she burned hottest and didn’t care if it hurt to do that. It didn’t stop her and it wouldn’t stop him. Red’s mouth left his, pressing hot kisses along his beard and jawline, finding the tanned skin of his neck and the sensitive spot under his ear. It was fucking distracting and one of his hands dove into her hair, unable to stop himself from touching her and urging her on while also tightening his fist around the strands painfully. She bit down into his skin and he groaned as she soothed it with her tongue afterwards. There wasn’t much room, but they made due with what they could find and he didn’t care about going slow and careful. Joel wasn’t going to draw out the occasion or work her up until she was dripping and panting for him this time. He was angry and frustrated and conflicted and wanted to take it out on her. Because she could take it, was always able to take it.

He took pleasure in the growl that left her throat when he thrusted fully into her in one go, not giving her a chance to adjust for him, letting her feel the burn if only so she could feel an ounce of what he did.

His jeans and belt were uncomfortably digging into his skin but he didn’t care as he yanked her harshly and began to pump into her aggressively. His lips were on her chest, her collarbone, teeth nipping at those fucking little stars etched into her skin. Joel went hard and deep, fingers digging into her waist and other hand gripping the edge of the sink to brace himself. He faintly thought he could feel the sewing needle stabbing his palm, but he welcomed the pain.

Red met him for every thrust, head for head, teeth for teeth. They both were angry, maybe for different reasons or the same for all he knew. All he could think was that this was punishment. He’d make sure she felt every inch of him now and later tonight when he was leaking out of her and tomorrow when her hip would ache when she moved. He wanted to brand himself into her if only so she would get an ounce of what she did to him.

The rain was loud, almost deafening, working to cover up the way she gasped and moaned under her breath and hiding the fact he couldn’t stop whispering her name over and over and over again.

Not her name, her title.

Red was Red, taking every ounce of violence and punishment and riding it willingly to her peak. He felt her clench around him even as blood dribbled out of a popped stitch and his belt dug into her thigh and he had probably bruised her even further. She bit and tore at his skin like an animal, riding her orgasm. Even if he hadn’t cared about getting off. Even if he hadn’t cared about her getting off. She never backed down from his anger and would take what she wanted. So he tumbled right after her, whether he meant to or not, because he couldn’t resist her.

Joel always would follow after her.

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fixyourwritinghabits · 5 months ago

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Hello. I realize this might be overly personal for this blog but I was wondering if you had any advice for my situation. I'm trying to get back into creative hobbies like drawing and writing and while I made some progress with drawing I've really struggled with writing. It's been about ten years. I struggled with my mental health a lot when I was younger and essentially let my depression/anxiety and ADHD destroy all my creative ability. Logically I know the answer is to just write and write badly, but I'm preemptively disappointed and upset that what I write will be. Well. Shit. Or that I'll never improve. Or that I have no idea what to write. And when I do have an idea what to write it's all just gone from my head the second I sit down to write. So. Er. I guess I'm wondering if you have any advice or resources for people like me? Thank you :)

When you're juggling various different Back-Stabbing Brain issues, various pieces of writing advice - getting up at 5pm, forcing yourself to do it, etc - just doesn't work. For me, it's been a struggle to figure out even in optimal situations, so you're not alone. For me, the following is what worked.

Figure out your peak writing time.

Unfortunately, in our capitalist hellscape, you may not be able to use that time to your advantage. My peak time is from 2pm-5pm, right in the middle of work and fades right when I get home. Not ideal. But I can use that knowledge to take advantage of that time on my free days, and I can strategically time my breaks to do some writing. Or just write while pretending to work. Not that I would ever confess to doing that.

Taking the time to figure out when your brain is most willing to work with you is also very helpful. My brain will not work for writing after 8pm. It can, however, still do the dishes. Forcing myself to put off chores so that I can write is super hard thanks to my ADHD (which hates chores until I need to do something else), but I can combat that by making goal lists, scheduling my writing time (with set alarms on my phone!) helps me manage that.

Change location.

I can't get a lot of work done at home. I've tried. I've moved my desk around, I've locked down my internet browsers when writing, I have ignored the way my cat stares holes into my back to try to write. My brain, though, knows that the bed is right over there, we've got that pile of books to read, and oh hey, Tasting History has a new video. Also my cat wants to steal my computer chair and then get constant pets while in said chair because she is a princess baby. It's a losing battle.

What does work for me? Dragging my work to the library. Finding a cafe with enough space and quiet music to get some stuff done. Breaking out a foldable desk on the porch so that there is a closeable barrier between me and my distractions (the cats hate this option).

Changing location is something that works for me. If you have limited options, build barriers between yourself and distractions. Pile stuff on the bed so that it's not easy to give in and lie down for "just a minute." Close doors. Bribe your cats (or your kids). Use a standing desk - shifting your position can help lock down some of the ansty need to be doing something (my chair-stealing cat is more than happy to help with this).

I know of one writer who only gets work done by locking herself in her bathroom, because it's just enough change of scene to get her thoughts to settle. I know another writer who can only get editing done sitting in his parked car. However wacky, trying different scenarios to get something to work can really help.

Find the right tools.

The only way I can draft is by hand. It sucks and I have carpal tunnel, but my brain cannot type words into a blank screen. I need a pile of messy papers that no one else can read to work from.

I'm also very particular about what I write with. I use Uni Power Tank pens from Japan (because they're the only damn pen I've found that doesn't smear my left-handed writing), and I cycle through different types of paper I exclusively work with. Right now it's Five Star Reinforced Filler Paper with the triangle holes, not the round ones.

I don't know why this works, it just does. I've changed up what I've used over time, but as long as I'm consistent and not trying to write a chapter using differently-sized paper (insert scream here), I can get it done. Test out different tools and find what fits for you.

Organization isn't helping? Embrace chaos.

Jeff VanderMeer wrote an entire series on post-it notes, napkins, and on the backs of old bills. I wouldn't recommend that, but if a little chaos gets the job done, then do it. Spread a story across several half-filled notebooks. Map dialogue using only flashcards. Instead of waiting to sit down to get work done, scribble away while on a bus or on the move (safely, of course). Use a speech-to-text app to talk out your writing. Sometimes the more tactile you can make writing, the more you can break up those barriers keeping you from writing.

Try out different things! You'll eventually find what works for you

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mightydragoon · 1 month ago

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What The Bronze Dragon says about Annabeth Chase.

Returning to PJO I also started rereading a good few of the side stories and I forgot about basically all of them. But even I didn't realise how bad the Bronze Dragon was until I reread it.

My feelings towards Annabeth Chase were not as sour as they are today, and even still, I don't hate her. If anything, I'm mainly disappointed with her wasted potential, but also the trajectory in which Rick wrote her and how she is ultimately disappointing more than anything. I think she is a stagnant character who originally might have once had the opportunity to grow but Rick refuses to let her.

And you know on the topic given how much the word "misogynist" is chucked at anyone with even a negative opinion of Annabeth, whether that leans from outright bashing to the slight bit critical let's delve briefly into that and how Rick had misogynist leanings in the series and how that translates into characters like Annabeth.

Part of that, I think, also comes down to the attitude of the time when Rick was writing it in the 2000s, where that was a particular push on "strong female characters" and "pseudo feminism".

This actually connects with the Bronze Dragon ending for reasons I will get into, but for general notes.

I do think Rick was trying in some respects, but it doesn't change how PJO is quite dated in a lot of ways, and how Rick writes women in it is one of them. The dismissal of femininity in the text is part of that and the Goddess are the more clear victims of this, often reduced to caricatures or outright villains compared to their male counterparts. Demeter is one of the most explicit, completely reduced to something ridiculous despite being one of the six Kronids and an Olympian.

But you see, this problem is prominent from how Demeter and Aphrodite's cabins are discussed in the first book alone, compared to Athena.

That becomes harder on examination to believe as a reader, given how the Aphrodite cabin can have members with charmspeak (TLH) and Demeter cabin members with the ability to turn tunnels into jungles (TLO).

Additionally, given how Annabeth goes off how she and the Athena cabin don't have powers (which ironically I think she does but she ignores it because its weaving and it's no coincidence with that being an inherently feminine profession) and she is one of the few characters with a mobile phone (by at least BOTL but possibly as early as SOM which might explain why she was tracked as she was) which is a known signal attractor to monsters.

Or how she feels she is dismissed for being blonde, which in another story might have a semblance of sense but here it doesn't

It feels too performative to take seriously. The Athena cabin are fucking blondes as a reminder and a good chunk of the Apollo cabin are too but the Athena cabin is interesting in how narratively invisible they are apart from Annabeth and Malcolm and I will get into the implications of that one day and what it reflects on Annabeth and family.

I think it's revealing with the exception of Silena (who died rather gruesomely by a Drakon and was a traitor) Rick often presents femininity in a poor light and it reflects in the attitudes he passes onto his female characters like Clarisse and Thalia "death to barbie" Grace in an attempt to be "strong" often try and turn away and dismiss it. Annabeth included.

I don't even want to get into the misandry by the Hunters and gods forbid the Amazons that Rick presented as feminism because ugh.

It's gross.

But nowhere is this element of internal misogyny within female characters stronger than in Piper's story which is basically "not like other girls" in the Lost Hero and maybe one day I will get into how Drew is ironically a deep character due to logical assumptions in how she even became a camp counsellor in-universe and the implications of her being the counsellor of a newly larger cabin in the aftermath of Silena's death despite Rick writing her as a one-off catty villain.

Annabeth had the potential to be a genuinely good character, and even now she is an interesting one when you look into analysing her actions based on her fatal flaw pride. But ultimately, she is not interesting for the reasons she should be.

Forgive me for trying to reread characters and ways they could've been better and how Rick squandered growth in favour of poor and cliched romantic developments that I can't fathom why people fawn over because I have seen more interesting dynamics.

And forgive me for criticising a relationship most people claim is healthy and a gold standard, and seems to normalise the toxic and unhealthy aspects of the relationship.

The fun of an unhealthy relationship in media can be with the author knowing that and expressing that. Even better if there was once a chance it could have been healthy, but one or both parties erased that. The best tragedies demonstrate that.

If Rick wrote Percabeth deliberately as unhealthy or destined to break up man, would I read that? It would've been revolutionary in demonstrating the complexities of relationships and how they might break or why people continue in these unhealthy dynamics. Heck if most fans acknowledged that maybe I wouldn't have the same faults.

But that isn't the case.

There are gaps between fanon and canon in any fandom but nowhere do I think its more explicit than in PJO and especially with how old the fandom is. Annabeth is often wildly misinterpreted by her own fans to fit a more appealing image of her character than canon presents. It's understandable but it is important to grapple with the characters we often see ourselves in in order to improve ourselves as people.

Annabeth herself has nice moments that is nearly immediately chucked out the window in order to make her appear to be superior. In some ways, it makes her even more wasted because she shows some capacity; she could be better but she ultimately can't.

The Bronze Dragon plays a role in cementing that for reasons I will say in a minute with missed opportunities and chances taken, but for the first three books, I didn't have a major problem with Annabeth.

Part of that was because one would expect Annabeth would develop into a more rounded one and go through an arc much like Grover was going through with finding Pan, and the damage done to the world was up to the remnants of nature, and they had to try and protect what was left. She does not, and I will discuss her architecture for a future post and how Rick inadvertently doomed her and her relationship, with what her signifier appears to be in her designs.

Rereading BOTL was the turning point along with others on a discord server changed that perception. She is older so it is harder to excuse her actions and this is when Percabeth was becoming more apparent and romantic but it still blindsided me when the volcano kiss occurred just as much as Percy was when it happened.

I think the confusion is also conveyed in how Annabeth treats not only Rachel but Percy in a hot and mostly cold manner. She is young but Annabeth is also a fictional character at the end of the day and as a reader one would want to see her move past her jealousy, reckon with her flaw and mature beyond what we were introduced to.

We don't get that in PJO. Let me contrast that in an instance where I did see it with another character like Astrid Hofferson. I can see bits of Annabeth and Astrid with how alike they can be in their pride. The difference is Astrid is far more rounded character and her actions are also more understandable as she is determined from the start and intervenes notably when Hiccup screws up a little early on with the Nadder (Stormfly).

Astrid is certainly no friend of Hiccup, no one is but unlike Percabeth she has good reasons with how Hiccup is already naturally isolated, clumsy, her intolerance towards idiocy and is frustrated with how her attempts to be a warrior are thwarted. She also doesn't put Hiccup directly in danger and is more annoyed he is even there in the ring because she believes he doesn't take the endless war they fight against dragons seriously and is putting her life and others in danger.

It's far more natural than hating a camper seemingly on the spot for killing a monster, and losing a loved one in the same place you once did (and not expressing much if any empathy for it) and putting them in danger just to win a game. Not to mention the forced rivalry when there was a missed grievance with the CTF over "oooooh our parents hate each other" and its mainly one sided.

Astrid has legitimate reasons that the audience sees as Hiccup does have an advantage in training and she isn't a fool. But that amnosity leaves her after the romantic flight. From that point, you can really start to see how Astrid respects Hiccup. Respect plays a big role because while Astrid does occasionally hit Hiccup, that's usually at the start of the relationship, where she doesn't respect him and she stops doing it as frequently and as roughly, with the exception of a few friendly jabs later down the line. Annabeth takes an almost opposite approach given the Judo Flip we see in MOA

The conversation as the ships leaves is even more crucial in solidifying their relationship and it being able to stand later. Astrid bluntly puts that Hiccup has lost everything and he must feel horrible. But still questions plagues everyone's mind. Why Hiccup didn't originally kill Toothless and Astrid pushes that point to get the truth from him. It's a genuine question both Astrid and the audience wonder because it forces Hiccup to examine himself and change his understanding. And eventually, he admits why he wouldn't kill Toothless after Astrid points out he is the first to fly one. It's a moment of vulnerability by Hiccup and you can see how seriously Astrid takes it with gentle encouragement to get the truth. And after Hiccup does Astrid shows empathy towards Toothless, noting how scared he must be and that is the trigger for Hiccup to set out and fight the Red Death. And that's just the first film as after that we start to see the pair respect and grow together, especially as the series is expanded in subsequent sequels and the tv show.

Crucially we see that development unfold as the entire cast matures and develops. We aren't just told. The show does a genuinely amazing job with its characters in general but that's besides the point.

We get scenes from Annabeth especially early in the books about her vulnerabilities and a bit in TLO but we don't really get scenes from Percy allowing to be vulnerable to her despite having quite a few conversations together. Percy often says how amazing Annabeth is but we don't see her actions reflect that.

She is propped up as a leader of the Argo in MOA but due to the nature of the POVs requiring every character to have a little mini arc that had every character doing their own thing like Leo getting the scrap metal one chapter. It doesn't really suit.

The main instance where that did actually apply was the initial escape from Fort Sumter (in her POV fitting with the mini arcs mentioned) where she was barking out orders and taking control of the helm and at the start where she was planning the landing and was VERY aware it was meant to be a peace mission. The first paragraph in MOA establishes this.

And we all know how that ends.

The Bronze Dragon only proved to me Annabeth is cemented in ways I didn't realise and while Staff of Hermes proved to me how doomed Percabeth was from a narrative standpoint, The Bronze Dragon broadcasted how ironclad Annabeth's pride, her callousness and the sort of mind games she plays on others like Percy.

Take the first Capture the Flag match in TLT, and even on reread it's kind of incredible that Annabeth and a certain level of contempt that she planned Percy as bait, who she immediately hated for accidentally splashing her with toilet water.

We know why Luke played along in the plan (he is evil and in the first two books he is comically evil and then Rick realised midway he needed to make him sympathetic) but Annabeth is interesting cause of what it suggests of her.

Annabeth's only warning to Percy was to watch Clarisse's spear, nevermind the fact it is electrified or Percy is standing near a creak of all places. At this point Annabeth is still the opinion Percy is moreso Zeus' son so and she did watch over him but she only intervened after the fight was already over

Annabeth comes across as quite a cold individual upon introduction.

She is someone will do whatever it takes to get a victory over a game, despite the real harm that it could bring and it is seriously a missed opportunity that Percy was not genuinely mad with Annabeth over this more. It would've made a much more compelling conflict than the forced Poseidon/Athena rivalry that hilariously is more natural with Clarisse and is generational with Ares with Percy (and probably Annabeth too)

So Annabeth put an untrained camper in the way of five others and could've gotten seriously injured if not killed if it was literally anyone who wasn't Percy. Annabeth is not completely heartless but it does make you wonder if Annabeth had done a similar thing not just to Percy but other campers she is not on good terms with.

She does win here, but her tactic feels very short-term success and long-term enmity. In that logically, she would not make many long-term allies especially if she is willing to pull something like this for just a game. It might also explain the lack of friends she has around Camp despite being there for years.

After all the Hunters are despised for using very dirty tactics in their CTF matches from what we saw briefly in TTC.

So that's the first CTF match and why on earth is this relevant?

Well, it's because the Bronze Dragon itself is about a CTF match. This is a good chance to see how characters have grown a little since that initial one.

We are introduced with the Hephaestus cabin pulling a major upset in CTF the match prior and seizing the flag from the Ares cabin.

Rick is presenting it off as cute, as this point the Percabeth moments are but coded, but it's less cute when Percy asks her to stop and the reason he even accepts is less because he "loves it" and more so because he is used to it, and that is not exactly better.

Annabeth expects Percy to like it, but from Percy it doesn't exactly come across as him liking it. And unfortunately, with Percy's background, we understand why he doesn't.

The bump is interesting because in a sense I do think it's a good example of how Annabeth might think her behaviour is friendly but in reality, it is ultimately harmful to the person she supposedly has a crush on as we see a bit throughout this story. It's not inherently a bad thing to have friendly jabs but the thing with Annabeth is it's hard to discern the difference between what's friendly and what's not.

She is competitive, but as I mention in the Staff of Hermes post, Rick writes Annabeth with an undertone that she constantly dismisses Percy's inherent worth and constantly underestimates and forgets his capabilities. It doesn't come across as playful as Rick is trying to suggest here and it means that even an innocent sentence like this

This comes across with an uneasy light with the case that Annabeth would genuinely prefer that and it fits well with the ending.

Competitiveness between couples is nothing new but it does feel like Annabeth would harm Percy in order to get one over him in order to feel superior over Percy or have Percy believe she would harm him in order to do so.

I feel like this explains the flinches from being attacked in BOTL respectively but also the ending of this particular story.

It's also linked to the general issues in Percabeth that Rick feels the need to dismiss Percy's self-worth in order to boost Annabeth own standing in the relationship.

The Judo Flip is after all not a flaw but rather a feature. It wouldn't have its defenders if it didn't. And Rick encourages through Charlie Beckendorf that if a girl is mean to you, that must mean she likes you....Which....No.

This is the equivalent of a young boy pulling his crush's hair to get her attention, and it's not cute with the genders reversed. Or a good thing to encourage.

Percy himself seems to read Annabeth's behaviour as her genuinely hating him in a way and given Annabeth's past actions where she did legitimately not liked him in TLT and she doesn't exactly act any different towards Percy it's no wonder he feels this way.

Here it's Beckendorf who justifies the behaviour which is fucking ridiculous and infuriatingly wrong to imply any girl who tries to murder Percy secretly likes him. It's such an infantile reaction for anyone's first reaction when in love is to act violently and yet Beckendorf endorses it as a sign for Percy. What's more it is meant to be by Annabeth and it seems to be her "love language," and she seems to bemoan how Percy doesn't get it.

Percy is often treated as an idiot when it comes to love by the narrative and others. In BOTL, there is an underlying indication that they are meant to be fighting over Percy.

It's done poorly done by Rick, given that there is a genuine animosity by Annabeth against Rachel for her being a mortal and while there are hints of her softening in BOTL and Annabeth later saving Rachel's life

(I'm wondering whether or not Frederick got her flying lessons or something, given how technology is not something Annabeth is naturally gifted in like Leo is to explain it. She does manage in this story somewhat to fix Festus but still.)

I despise how they seemingly make up almost immediately in TLO offscreen. I get that Annabeth saved her life, but it feels like Rick is trying to brush off the love triangle and once Rachel was no longer a threat in Annabeth's eyes and show that the two girls are good friends, really!

But Percy also doesn't exactly have a basis for what healthy relationships look like. Yet we know from his interactions with Rachel in TLO, he seems to prefer the more open communication rather than the confusing mind games. He knows one form of abuse through Gabe, but that doesn't exactly mean he can recognise other forms, and he is taught here by Beckendorf that this behaviour is acceptable for romantic relationships. Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty and I don't really think it's been mentioned much but loyalty can be detrimental in a different way than I think Rick presented it as.

In the general narrative, Rick presents it as being willing to burn the world to save one's loved ones but Rick fails to acknowledge what it means when personal loyalty can blind a person to another's faults and how it can destroy the person themselves.

Fatal flaws don't just ruin others; they can ruin the person themselves to be blinded of the wrongs or the flaws of a loved one.

With Annabeth, Percy often builds up Annabeth in his conversations with others, despite us not really seeing that in action. I recall reading MOA recently and getting to the line about Annabeth being no one's sidekick and laughing because up until that point she had played such a passive role in the story and her greatest achievement in that story was trapping Arachne which is immediately deflated with Annabeth taunting Arachne so much, Arachne instantly frees herself and nearly kills Annabeth had it not been for the timely arrival of the Argo.

Additionally having reread the series, Annabeth is an expositor of knowledge like Greek Myths (and occasionally getting them wrong *cough* Cadmus and Europa *cough*) and Rick seems to equate that with strategy and wisdom.

It's telling us how great Annabeth is, without us seeing it. A bit like in Magnus Chase and the Ship of the Dead we get this.

It's a sweet sentiment but it doesn't really stand.

Whatever the case Percy and Beckendorf go around near the Ant Hill and see a Bronze Dragon and at this point it becomes one of the first signs that Beckendorf is abandoning the game in pursuit of the dragon.

The entire game vs reality plays an undertone in this. Annabeth does eventually realise where they are and the seriousness of the situation and to her credit she does go to rescue Beckendorf but her focus was still on the game and not on her initial surroundings.

I'll get into this with the ending but let's keep it in mind for now because it is important.

Let's note the fact that Beckendorf is badly injured.

Annabeth doesn't immediately rush in to save Beckendorf much to Silena's and Percy's bewilderment but there is a reason for that.

They get the future Festus' head and it is noted that the Myrmekes our monsters, have a very nasty poison and acid. Beckendorf has already been exposed to both and is likely not in good shape.

At this point the focus is on the Myrmekes; all thoughts of the game are out. And we learn about the automatens, the previous guardians of camps. Festus was one such guardian until it went rogue. It becomes clear however, that Hephaestus intervened in unearthing the dragon's body, wanting it to be found.

We get a slightly cute-ish moment with Percy mentioning he would trust Annabeth to reattach his head and then immediately get this

Yet another instance where Percy is afraid Annabeth is going to attack him. This is a constant theme in their relationship but there appears to be a genuine fear from Percy of Annabeth's capacity towards violence. It might be fun for a one-off gag but as seen prior this is constant with Percabeth.

They (mainly Annabeth) fix up the dragon after some time and at this point Percy assumes CTF is over.

(This also suggests CTF matches are usually quite quick but it is important that Percy is mentally checking out of CTF)

Festus nearly immediately goes to attack and fun fact we get a likely indication where Silena uses charmspeak on Festus. It's not explicit but she has a very commanding tone as she speaks to Festus.

They soon race to rescue Beckendorf. We also get hints of how desperate Silena is to rescue Beckendorf and an indication that she is deeply in love with him

But ah yes, demolishing Silena from the stereotypes of her being a typical Aphrodite kid. Stereotypes which Rick created and enforced for the cabin and he continued to reinforce in HOO.

They reach Beckendorf who is still deeply injured.

And while the paralytic might wear off, as mentioned earlier, Beckendorf was still hit in the face with presumably the acid and he got bit in the leg which absolutely doesn't help matters. Either way Festus wrecks shit up and proceeds to nearly wreck their shit too.

Percy now starts to get injured and Beckendorf activates Festus emergency defence mechanism to save it. Unfortunately it goes rogue on them.

Beckendorf starts running but at this point I believe more than anything adrenaline kicked in for him to move but I still doubt he is in good condition by any means. Either way they need to get Festus in a less murderous mood so they can make it for another day.

As they fight it with Festus, Percy notices Beckendorf do something and while Annabeth warns him, Percy stays put and buys Beckendorf the time he needs and succeeds.

What follows is a mildly cute moment (minus the nickname) and what feels like a second of appreciation from Annabeth. We also get some developments with Silena and Beckendorf going to the fireworks together. They head back. But at that point Percy is injured the acid hurting him to the point he is limping.

Funny enough we also get some acknowledgement from Annabeth over Percy's ideas and for a moment, for a brief moment we get what appears to be a sincere moment from Annabeth to Percy.

Then it is immediately ruined by the ending. Oh boy, the ending!

One of the major problems I have with Percabeth is that anytime there appears to be somewhat of a cute moment between them, there is nearly is almost something negative clouding their relationship that makes it impossible to enjoy.

Like with the picnic in Staff of Hermes wasn't enough, and Annabeth didn't seem to appreciate the effort and pressured Percy to do something "special" for the month anniversary (a materialistic and most likely something Annabeth said to pressure Percy) and then immediately after for the second. Not to mention Percy was already doing something for her. Like it doesn't matter Annabeth did do something for Percy in Rome later (one of the better moments of MOA honestly) and proving she could have done something herself for a date.

The real issue was the lack of appreciation and consideration.

This is no exception in what appeared to be a sweet moment turning sour, losing the impact it originally had.

Annabeth's nameless siblings come out of the bushes to capture Percy and Beckendrof, revealing the CTF was not yet over. For Percy and Beckendorf we get a good indication that for them, they had long mentally checked out of the game to prioritise other real life issues.

For a second, one might think maybe Annabeth would give Percy and Beckendorf who are already injured and probably seriously so and clearly not playing the game anymore some slack, but alas. Like mentioned at the start of this story.

The chance to beat up Percy is the best thing that ever happened to Annabeth and here she took it.

It comes across as cruel to do such a thing to Beckendorf and Percy.

Now do I believe Annabeth orchestrated that entire thing to keep them both out of the game? No.

Annabeth was as shocked as everyone else when Beckendorf got kidnapped and she mentioned she was following Percy and Beckendorf. But she didn't let Percy know that.

Annabeth allows Percy to believe she had the capacity to do that. The fact Percy considers Annabeth as perfectly capable of doing such a thing is legitimately kind of awful and it's played as a fun little scene, with the girls getting one over the boys.

Funny enough, I do think another reading in Silena's actions here is that it inadvertently shows that while Silena does love Charlie Beckendorf, when it comes to her own selfish desires, she will prioritise them and allow Beckendorf to be seriously harm in the process. That is not the intended reading but is one I nonetheless made, considering Silena's role as a traitor in the story and how she wanted to protect Beckendorf but got him killed thanks to her spying.

It screams unfairness. It feels like the first CTF, except it kind of feels worse because here was a moment Annabeth could've stepped back and allowed Percy and Beckendorf to get treated for their injuries. Heck, it didn't even need to result in Annabeth "winning". The game like the boys thought could've been over and we might even be able to see the fireworks with them.

In-universe, it feels despicable and there is a real semblance of confusion and disgust over the boys. It feels so laughably bad that Annabeth had the audacity to pull a move like that and then ask Percy out afterwards.

But this how Rick tries to equalise Percabeth. It's how he demonstrates that Annabeth is "strong." And he does that by degrading Percy. Much like the judo flip is meant to present to Reyna she is a warrior which comes at Percy's expense.

It's also presented as a feminist victory with that last line. The girls beat the boys! But it's a pseudo one, one the girls didn't earn in their own merit. Yeah, they won but it didn't feel deserved or satisfying. The victory came at a hollow cost and if Beckendorf and Percy weren't who they were, anyone else would've felt betrayed.

Winning is everything to Annabeth. We saw that from the start and she proves it here. Annabeth does jolt back to reality once she realises when Beckendorf is in danger but she didn't originally notice that and I think that was because of how single-minded she is in winning.

The ending didn't need to be like this. The ending could've been a sweet moment with all parties involved going to the Infirmary and Percy and Beckendorf getting their injuries treated and then Percy getting that invite. It could've had Annabeth continue on their chat about what Percy did to give Beckendorf time to fight Festus.

But that didn't happen.

We just saw that Annabeth is the same as she was in her first CTF as she is now. Willing to occasionally help out, but will still prioritise the game even at others' expenses.

The next final thing to look at is her interview. This is crucial because it is a look inside Annabeth's head and more importantly, how she feels about Percy. While beforehand I might have been able to take the hits as slightly playful and her arguing with Percy as cute, this changes matter.

Annabeth's interview feels like it deliberately cuts into that originally sweet moment where Annabeth showed appreciation for him but also how she can't genuinely say a compliment about Percy without a backhanded one. There can't really be a Percabeth moment that isn't tainted by a backhanded compliment, an insult or something else.

That isn't pleasant to read through, and it's not a good indicator in their relationship.

The nickname Annabeth admits herself is meant to be a dig at Percy's intelligence. Her annoyance at Percy also comes across as personal, as we know Percy is not trying to acting deliberately dumb. But that doesn't matter to Annabeth and from TLT she has always been exasperated by Percy's lack of knowledge as if he wasn't someone new exposed to this culture overnight and it wasn't her job to induct new campers to the system.

It comes across as her internally disliking Percy with how she think Percy does what he does to annoy her and how she constantly underestimates her intelligence and seems shocked whenever he is smart. Annabeth can acknowledge Percy is but its overridden by her own sense of self in that equation.

It has to be her that was directing Percy, it's thanks to her he wins and yet as we see in this story with Percy doing his own thing against Annabeth's warnings (though understandably so) this isn't true.

It's frustrating. Annabeth is still ruled by her pride and it's frustrating that a story about CTF when they are much older was a chance to show how Annabeth has grown since the first one. But she hasn't. She can't. Annabeth is the same as she always was and always will be.

That itself is the greatest tragedy of the series.

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bubbleddisasters · 6 months ago

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Guess whos back on their Che’nya theory shit again. Me.

Also some of this is just me going on about random and absolute far stretched shit, but hopefully the majority makes sense to y’all.

I’m about to sound batshit insane and this is going to be some MatPat sounding shit but here we go anyway.

WARNING‼️⚠️ MAJOR BOOK 7 SPOILERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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I just made the realization that Che’nyas UM and already natural abilities we’ve seen puts him in a position to be deadass playing the Floor is Lava with Malleus as the lava rn.

They wouldn’t have told us his UM in the main story if it didn’t matter somehow. They had the opportunity to show us Neiges in Rooks dream, yet didn’t, so it isn’t a heres RSA UMs for for shits and giggles thing, and we don’t know ANY of the teachers UMs, so it isn’t a “filling npc” thing either.

In EVENTS, we learn the UMs of only the very important and/or dangerous characters. Rollo, Skully, and Fellow. (Geez, Halloween trio now that I think of it).

Do we know Dylia Spades? No. Do we know Eric Schronheits? No. Do we know Ambrose the 3rds? No. Do we know Elizas? No, we get slapped. Do we know Najima Vipers? No. (She might not have one yet tho but still).

These characters are all confirmed as mages, or not directly said to be magicless, so it’s fair to assume they are mages.

So they told us Che’nyas UM for a reason. Why?

Like if his UM makes him invulnerable to magic/attack and invisible, and straight up on ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE, then if he’s not technically “all there”, Malleus wouldn’t be able to sense him.

Plus, this would explain how Orthos body was floating on the water when STYX found it, as when we know Orthos HEAVY AF, and would more than likely sink, since I doubt they had the time to build in something inflatable enough to balance that weight.

To boot, Ortho was at the docks, which from the map, is super close to RSA.

For reference:

(Both normally and under Mals spell)

The Cheshire Cat is the one who gets Alice out of Wonderland (In the movie, the tunnel Alice runs through matches the Cheshire cats color and stripes + He’s the only one not chasing her+ in the OG book, the Cheshire Cat is more of a Guide and the only one who really sticks with and helps Alice for the whole shabang), and if he’s in RSA, then I think the writers know that.

Aswell as the fact Che’nya appears in both Books with “Tyrant” in the name, and the Cheshire Cat is the only person completely immune to the Queen of Hearts control, as the second most powerful being in wonderland next to LITERALLY TIME ITSELF.

Look in most Disney Villain Line-Ups, and you’ll find the Cheshire Cat. Why? Marketing, the Cheshire Cats a popular character that isn’t directly portrayed as a hero, and more as a mysterious reoccurring character that isn’t necessarily seen as a helper unless you squint.

Additionally, we’ve seen Che’nya use flight, self gravity control, teleportation(unconfirmed but implied on that one) and use his UM for extremely long periods of time, and now that I think of it, we’ve never seen it wear him down, even while not having a magestone on him in his design.

And anyway, in the manga, he’s been doing such things since before we meet him for the first time at age 8-9 from Rids perspective.

Which means long enough that he basically has full control over it at that age, so probably either since birth or very, very young.

Which gives us the know that unlocked his UM way before meeting Riddle and mastered it, which means likely as a literal toddler woke up one day and went “Hey what if I just fucked off to another plane of existence and became both invisible and invulnerable, while capable of movement and communication on this plane the whole time.”

Now back to Book 7.

So heres what caught my attention, Silver mentions the only people he can pop into the dreams of are people he has connections with.

Seeing as we get Sebek first crack out of the box, and then Lilia, this makes sense.

However, it falls off when the next people start to be people Silver either doesn’t know, or very loosely knows.

Yes, I understand the commercial and writing point is meant to be a dorm countdown, but it would make far more sense to be a Russian Roulette, kind of upping the anticipation of whos next.

But to me, with what we know of Silvers connections, it would make far more sense to have the second years be first after Dia, then maybe the third years that he knows because of Lilia, and finally the first years, still leaving room for Ace to get his UM towards the very end.

Now if we drive this back to my Che’nya playing Yuu’s guardian angel theory, it would make more sense to start with Pomfieore after Igi, because not only is it recent connections, so probably easier to bring to the forefront of Silvers UM, it gives him time to get up to NRC right after pushing Ortho or simply getting him out safely.

Before you mention malleus’s barrier, Che’nya gets past NRCs barrier that took STYX heavy power shots to break like its every other tuesday, without Crowleys notice aswell, he stands a viable chance of slipping past Malleus’s.

If he can jump to another plane of existence in which he is invulnerable to magic, theres nothing stopping him from sliding past to get Ortho out and slipping back in under Malleus’s nose.

It also gives him a good “oh shit” moment and an idea of the root of whats happening.

And if I’m wrong and he can’t teleport, he can latch on to Malleus (possibly referencing the Cheshire Cat latching onto the Queens back after she gets a card solider executed I think) to teleport with him back to NRC.

With that, he could be preventing Silver OBing by basically shattering the shade/phantom before it can even do anything, while also hiding Idia being awake. That, or basically lending Silver magic enough to keep going while praying to god Mal doesn’t notice.

Lilia playing the worlds most dangerous game of tag with Mal in dreamland gives him the distraction he needs for this aswell, and it could be that everything went to shit around Trey-Riddles Dreams, and Che’nya popped in to speed up the process and or Dream Che’nyas revealing his UM kinda got his ass caught by Mal, or caused Mal to finally detect a disturbance in the force.

So if I’m right with the previously theorized Guardian Angel thing, Che’nya could be hotwiring Silvers UM to send Silver and co to the people he remembers helped Yuu and the rest recently without risking Malleus putting two and two together on who could be fucking with the dreams other than Silver, depending on how he was portrayed in Trey and Rids Dreams.

Though it would be hilarious if with the Floor is Lavaing it he was also Night at the Musueming it and just repeatedly moved each dreamer closer to Silver physically so they’d have a physical connection (like pinky to pinky or head to head) and basically had Malleus doing a eyebrow raise everytime he turned around trying to figure out if that person had been moved or he was seeing things until he realized there was an exponentially large group around Silver that definitely wasn’t there before.

Another thing: We know the Three Good Fairies weren’t affected by Maleficent’s curse and are the ones to untie Philip when he’s caught and give him the Sword and Shield, which his has, and loses all but the sword in the fight against Maleficent, the Sword and Shield which in the Og twst Trailer that scene is likely referenced by Silver as the Sword (duh) and Sebek as the Shield, with Lilia where Philip would be, although his arm is raised higher.

You kinda have to flip Sebek and Silvers positions but yea.

Sebek being Virtue is self explanatory. He strives to have the virtue of a knight worth of Malleus, and shows this in many ways, but his faults are his rudeness, arrogance, biased or generally rude assumptions, and overexaggertion, stemming from his own internilzed racism (or speciesism? I guess?) , which lead many others to not want to be around him, deflecting the truth of his heritage as to not focus on his own insecurities like a shield to an attack, no matter who its from, in a way.

Now that he has begun to bond and not be as rude to the rest of the non fae cast however, he ends up passing out? Like how a shield seemingly has no use if its not defending, unless you get real creative with it (Its Reyn time I mean who said that)

Silver balances this out as truth, as he is someone we see is honest to almost no fault. His UM also shows truth, in its own way, by showing the truth of the desires of those around him. However, a truth has also been held directly from him, aka the truth of his birth, and the undeniable truth that to break the curse upon him, Lilia did have to truly love him, even as the child of his friends killer.

So he is both benefited and harmed by truth, just like how the same sword can both protect and kill, it just depends on who wields it.

Anyway, back to the point at hand, Now that Malleus seemingly has the time to go and pull a FNAF 4 at Idias door, the odds are Lilia may have somehow gotten caught or restrained (like Phillip is) for enough time to have Malleus notice the Shrouds are pulling shenanigans on his private dream servers and feel the need to go confirm this.

The way in the movie the Three Good Fairies are caught hiding Aurora by Maleficent in the first place is by getting too cocky on the day before Aurora’s B-day and using magic like crazy, fixing up and making their “gifts” much better, as they didn’t know how to create them without magic.

These gifts? A Cake by the GREEN fairy, the calmest and most mature of the three: Fauna, and a Dress, which the RED AND BLUE FAIRIES Merryweather (the most rebellious yet sensical) and Flora (the leader, most work focused and overconfident) keep fighting over which color it should be, Pink or Blue.

(I rewatched their scenes and I forgot how much of a fucking MVP Merryweather was, everyone else turning things into rainbows, bubbles and flowers while my girl was out here burning chains, hunting down snitches, turning her mfking ops to stone and had to be physically held back from throwing hands with Maleficent by herself, god bless this tiny blue diva)

Fauna can obviously be placed as Trey here. Calmest, a Cake, Green. Done.

You can combine Flora and Merryweather into the two sides of Riddles Dream, the first being very punk yet sensical lifestyle, the blue, bringing in the sadness of what he desired yet cannot have, and the second half being Flora, the extremes of overconfident and tyrannical leadership, the red of rage, to say.

Red and Blue obv equal Purple, Che’nyas signature color, probably because purple isn’t actually a fucking color. I’m not going to explain the history of purple, but there is not such thing as purple in science, only shades of violet.

Speaking of Pomfieore, the first non dia dreamer group we see, is VIOLET. I said it. (Octavielle is Lavender, so no, not directly purple) Bright Red is Heartstabyl. (Scarabia is Maroon, which is a shade of red, but again, not directly bright red)

Now what I’m going on about here is this: If In the dreams, each dreamers NPC versions of their friends strictly abides by what the dreamer desires them to, how did dream Che’nya not only transfer to both parts of Riddles dream, but also go directly AGAINST the dream and the dreamer?

The dream versions of the others cannot, under any circumstances, break the character the dreamer creates without breaking the dream itself.

We see this in Lilias dream, in Treys, and Deuces. The Senate, Cater and Ace respectively breach the line of what is and isn’t in character for them in the dreamers memory to hold the dreamer within the dream, causing their respective dreamer to wake up sheerly due to the stark contrast.

These characters will go to lengths to keep the dreamer asleep, so how is it that this dream version of Che’nya can do the exact opposite?

And in Treys dream, Che’nya is the only one not practically turned into Eric Cartman variants, which given the fact Cater, certified sweets hater, has too, means that Che’nya, certified sweets stealer, somehow dodged that bullet in Treys subconscious, which breaks the rules set by the dream.

These rules are delicate, seemingly. It takes one too out of character word, one too out of character action to knock the dreamer awake.

So either Trey sees Che’nya as having the self control of a monk (a small scene in manga implies Che’nya steals from the Clovers fridge so often Treys own damn siblings hear the fridge open and assume its him and not their own damn brother, so I doubt that he’d think that) or Che’nya can bypass these rules.

Many of the dreams would have been so much easier if they could conveniently convince the dreamers friends to go up against them for their sake or just to simply help wake them up.

Of all people, the dream version of Ace fucking Trappola actually listening to and abiding by Riddles tyranny and not jumping at the opportunity to S.O.S to Leona, Yuu and co says enough about this as is.

Anyway, what I’m saying here is that Che’nya either got his ass caught, or finally managed to hotwire himself into Silvers UM conga line, which unfortunately left Idia now in Mals notice and Silver becoming more weary from excess UM use.

Just like how the good fairies thought they’d succeeded and jumped the gun with using magic a day early, Chen could have thought that since they made it this far, their clean until further notice, and is gonna feel the hit of it later.

As my phone is dying and I want a fucking nap, this has been Blues randomass rant about Che’nya again.

More at ???? Folks.

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foxtrology · 2 months ago

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Prompt 24 for the Harry Castillo series, please. I already miss them so much 😭

dad! harry castillo

prompt 24: a rainy sunday. adella makes a fort out of blankets. harry reads to her inside it. frances joins. she falls asleep halfway through.

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The rain came in slow and soft, the kind that blurred the edges of the windows and made everything outside look like it belonged to another world entirely. It started sometime before dawn—just a quiet patter on the roof, like a whispered warning that the whole day would belong to the indoors.

Which was fine.

Because inside their home, the world was already full.

The fire had been lit by 8 AM—a small, glowing thing Harry built with practiced ease, even though he insisted the chimney flue was “annoyingly modern.” The kettle whistled gently, the baby monitor was silent, and the house smelled like the cinnamon tea she liked and the faint remnants of blueberry muffins from the day before.

Adella had woken up with hair like a storm cloud and cheeks flushed from sleep. She let out one big, dramatic yawn and immediately demanded “something warm” which usually meant oatmeal but this time meant buttered toast cut into stars.

Harry made it without comment.

Now, well into the morning, the living room had been completely transformed.

It started with two blankets. Just two. One from the back of the couch and one from the linen basket his wife always told him to stop overstuffing. Adella had dragged them into the living room while he was checking emails, arms full and face determined.

Then came the pillows. Then more blankets. Then two of the dining room chairs. And by the time Harry looked up from his laptop, half of their home had been turned into a masterpiece of loops and drapes and the kind of architectural chaos only a six-year-old could design.

“This is a castle,” Adella announced proudly, one sock off and one sock on, her hair sticking up in three different directions. “No grown ups allowed unless they know the password.”

Harry arched an eyebrow. “Is the password your father pays the mortgage’?”

“Nope.” She grinned. “It’s marshmallow.’”

“Of course it is.”

He set the laptop aside without another word.

Because this was what mattered. Not the missed call from his attorney. Not the draft contract waiting for his signature. Not even the brief that had been marked “urgent” by someone in a city he no longer lived in.

No.

Right now, what mattered was the fact that his daughter had built a fort out of his bathrobe, three of their throw pillows, and the extra towels from the guest bathroom. And she was looking at him like he was either going to play or become irrelevant.

So he got down on the floor.

Of course he did.

Harry Castillo, former master of boardrooms and billion-dollar mergers, now on all fours, crawling through a blanket tunnel held up by two spatulas and a rolling pin.

Inside the fort, it was warm and dim, lit only by the little battery-operated lantern Adella used for “emergencies.”

There was a small basket of books in the corner. Two juice boxes. Three stuffed animals. Frances, their cat—more like Adella’s cat now—was already curled up in the back corner, her tail flicking with indifference, as if this were just another meeting she’d been forced to attend.

“Okay,” Harry said, settling onto one of the blankets, joints creaking as he leaned back against a pile of throw pillows. “What’s the agenda?”

Adella blinked at him. “What’s an agenda?”

He smiled. “It’s a fancy word for plan.”

“Oh. The plan is you read me five stories, then we take a nap, then we have snacks, then you read me three more.”

“That’s very specific.”

“I’m very specific.”

“Yes,” he said, pulling her into his lap, “you are.”

She settled against him without hesitation, back against his chest, legs tucked to the side like she’d been doing this her whole life. And maybe she had. In a way.

Because Harry had always read to her. Even when she was too small to understand. Even when her eyes just blinked up at him and her hands curled into little fists and she could barely hold her head steady.

He’d read financial reports aloud just to hear his own voice calm her. He’d read picture books he didn’t understand and fantasy books he couldn’t keep up with. He’d read cookbooks, shampoo bottles, the back of granola bars.

Anything, as long as she was pressed against him and listening.

Now, she handed him her current favorite—The Adventures of Buzzy the Bee.

Harry cleared his throat dramatically.

“Chapter one….Buzzy has a dream.”

Adella sighed contentedly, her small hands clutching the edge of the blanket. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, the crown of her curls soft against his chin. She was warm and a little sticky from her morning juice, and she smelled faintly of lavender shampoo and whatever magic kids carried around just under their skin.

Outside, the rain fell harder.

Inside, time slowed.

Harry read each page like it was gospel. Every silly line, every pun, every bee-related joke that made her giggle with her whole chest.

Frances shifted slightly at their feet, then—shockingly—climbed into his lap. Right between them. Adella gasped.

“She knows we’re reading,” Harry whispered, as if it were a secret only the three of them could share.

They read three books that way. Then four. Then half of a fifth.

By the time Harry turned the page on the book, Adella’s eyelids were already fluttering.

“Hey,” he whispered.

No response.

Her thumb had crept up near her mouth—not in it, but close. Her breath was soft and even, her body slack against his. Frances had fully stretched out between them, her purr vibrating gently through the blankets.

Harry didn’t move.

Not even a little.

Because this—this right here—was everything.

He could feel the warmth of her back against his chest. The tiny weight of her, still so small, still just beginning her life. Her heartbeat, slow and steady, a rhythm that had rewritten his own.

And he thought—not for the first time—how strange and sacred it all was.

That he’d almost missed this.

That he could’ve gone his whole life without knowing what it felt like to have a child fall asleep on his chest after building a fort out of couch cushions. That for so many years, he thought he’d done enough.

Built enough. Earned enough.

And then she arrived.

And nothing he’d done before her even compared.

His wife had said it once—offhand, in the middle of the night, brushing crumbs off the bed from a snack neither of them remembered eating,

“You’re the best version of yourself when you’re her dad.”

He hadn’t said anything in response.

But he’d thought about it every day since.

Because she was right.

He wasn’t perfect. God, not even close. He still got impatient. Still forgot school paperwork. Still didn’t know how to do that thing with her hair she liked.

But he showed up.

Every day.

Without being asked.

And when Adella sighed in her sleep and curled tighter against his chest, Harry didn’t care that his foot was asleep, or that the floor beneath the blankets was digging into his back.

He just wrapped an arm around her, careful and steady, and leaned his head back against the pillows.

The rain kept falling.

The fire kept crackling.

And Harry Castillo, once feared and fabled, now sixty and barefoot in a blanket fort, let himself fall asleep too.

His daughter in his arms.

His cat at his feet.

The soft sound of peace filling the corners of the only life that had ever really mattered.

And when his wife tiptoed in later—tea in hand, smile already forming when she saw them tangled together like that—she didn’t say a word.

Just sat beside them on the floor.

Watched the two halves of her heart sleep under a canopy of old towels and love-worn blankets.

And thought, simply this is everything.

Because it was.

#sweet sweet baby replies #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #harry castillo #harry castillo x reader #harry castillo fluff #harry castillo fanfiction #dad!harry castillo #harry castillo fic #harry castillo materialists #harry castillo x you #the materialists fanfic #materialists fanfic #materialists #the materialists

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redflagshipwriter · 10 days ago

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Hot Ghouls In Your Area ch 18

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There was no way he could sleep now.

“Why did he ask me about Waters?” Danny moaned. He had a bad feeling about this. He stared at his phone morosely. He wanted to call Jason and ask. He also wanted to never ever think or talk about that guy again. He tossed the burner phone to the far end of the bed so that he wasn’t tempted to call.

Ugh. He rolled over and stuffed his face into the pillow. Maybe if he just held his breath there, he would peacefully pass out and rest until the morning?

No such thing happened. After what felt like painful hours Danny groaned and pushed his body up to grab his actual phone and unlock it. He hit dial on the worst number he knew.

“It is 4:45 in the morning, Daniel,” Vlad oozed. “I haven’t even had my modest repast yet. My oh my, what a troubled mind you must have. How can your Uncle Vlad-”

Danny hung up reflexively. “Ugh!” He gagged. “He’s such an asshole!”

The phone lit up with a return call.

“Be strong,” Danny told himself, and answered the call. “Went through a tunnel, sorry,” he said, before Vlad could open his yapper. “Hey, you were super wrong about Jeremy Waters,” he accused. It was best to put the vampire on his back foot and cut off any wheedling for adoption papers before the idea occurred to him. “I need to know how he did it.”

There were a few seconds of silence. “Is that your way of informing me,” Vlad breathed the words barely above a whisper, “that mewling wretch forcibly wed you to one of his cult members?”

Danny grimaced. “A random victim, actually,” he said. He scratched at his head. “He seems nice and all that, but this is not great.”

“Obviously!” Vlad scoffed. “I wasn’t even at the ceremony. This cannot stand. I will divorce you by any means necessary. But I assure you that there was no flaw in my calculations. It is simply impossible for a magic ritual to propel a living human to the Infinite Realms.”

“Well, it happened,” Danny argued.

“It did not happen.” Vlad was unmoved. “Magic can banish a ghost or a demon. Science can unlock the Realms via a portal. But a living human cannot be banished to a realm where they have never been.” Something zipped in the background of his call. “We must puzzle this out. I will come to you.”

Danny looked around his two room apartment. His bed was close enough to the sofa that he could reach out and touch both of them while standing.

Yeah, no, he was not having Vlad over in his apartment.

“We can meet for dinner after my classes today,” Danny suggested. He pushed sweaty hair back off of his forehead and frowned. “I think Jazz is free too.” He put Vlad on speaker and opened up his chat with Jazz to ask her if she was busy in the evening. Then he paused, frowning. Did he want to do that? She would drop everything to support him if he asked her to. That wasn’t really fair to her…

“Oh, yes, fabulous,” Vlad purred. It was obvious from the quality of his voice that he was steepling his fingers and that prissy cat of his was climbing onto his lap.

Danny tried not to let his stomach turn.

“There is a quaint little place I have been meaning to go in Gotham, I’ll have my people make a call and get us a table. Six? Seven? Do let me know if Jasmine will be joining us. I shall look into our options and hopefully have some good news for you by then.” His voice was so oily.

‘He is never gonna give up on adopting me.’

Danny huuurked and put a hand over his mouth, eyes watering. “Sounds great,” he managed. “See you then.” He hung up, unable to tolerate Vlad’s sliminess any longer. He scraped the top of his tongue with his teeth and opened up his banking app. The sad balance of 46 dollars stared up at him. He started a $20 transfer to Dani with a series of crying emojis in the subject line. “I am so sorry you have to know him,” Danny whined. He hit send and then flopped down to try to get some sleep.

His phone lit up again.

He groaned and opened one eye to see that he already had a calendar alert for a dinner reservation. Danny squinted at it and decided to figure out where the place was later.

‘If nothing else, Vlad’s pride is going to work in my favor.’ Danny snuggled into his bedding as deeply as possible, seeking out full body pressure. ‘He can’t stand being wrong. He’ll do anything to find a way in which he was actually right, or to avoid dealing with the consequences of being wrong.’

Luckily, he did manage to get some sleep before his opening shift at the library on campus, 9 am sharp. Danny grabbed a cheap canned coffee like it was a magic talisman and postponed opening it until he was on the bus. He popped the tab and rationed it through the 20 minute ride and then tossed the can in the recycling bin in the bus depo before he crossed onto campus.

He felt like total shit, honestly, but what else was new? Danny glared resentfully around the huge green space he had to walk through to approach the library from behind. He picked up the keys from the lockbox at the front and drifted through the silent building, turning on lights and starting up the AC units. He set both caffeinated and decaf coffee to percolate and then yawned his way through turning all the computers on.

He poured himself a cup of the coffee and scrounged up a snack from the staff room– “Oo, a cookie,” Danny said, tearing open the individually sized package and eating the crumbly baked good in one bite like a snake. It didn’t taste like much of anything but fake sweetener and he got crumbs down his face. But hey, it was free calories!

‘Did Jason actually get groceries for Jazz and I?’ Danny yawned and tried to remember. It seemed like a dream. Right, he should message her and let her know to expect a delivery. He meant to do that but when he looked at his phone he realized it was time to power walk across the building to make it to the front on time.

The clock ticked to 8:59. He went and unlocked the front doors and then perched on the precarious and uncomfortable circulation desk chair to wait for the good people of the world to come and use the university library. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out his reading for the day’s classes.

His relief came at noon. Danny rushed out the door to a 50 minute class and then had 20 minutes to rest his eyes before he had a class followed by a lab. His stomach was rumbling with malcontent at him by that point, so he dashed to the student center to buy a $5 brown bag lunch of an uninspiring ham and sprouts sandwich with a cutie orange and bottle of water. He had just enough time to scarf it down in the hallway outside of his last class and ball the bag up into a mess to discover in his backpack two weeks from now.

When he got out he had two messages and a missed call from Jazz. Danny squinted at his phone to see a photo of a table stacked with grocery bags and a series of question marks. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell her,” Danny said to himself. He typed up a brief explanation and a request to come take his share after his meeting with Vlad. He hadn’t actually invited her— she didn’t deserve to have to deal with Vlad. It was his problem, after all.

“Besides, I bet he made that reservation just for two,” Danny grumbled to himself. He swiped his bangs off of his face and took a moment to lean against the outside of the gym before he left. Huh. It was unusually quiet. He glanced at the glass doors as if that would explain why there weren’t screams, clapping, and whistles emanating from the lair of the Gotham Grackles cheer squad’s afternoon practice session.

Hm. “Maybe they all got kidnapped by the Penguin again,” Danny mused, and decided to mind his own business. The local furries always rescued the cheer squad anyway, so whatever. It was kind of on the school for having a bird theme in this criminal climate.

The reminder that he was no longer responsible for human safety and welfare put new pep in his step on his way to the address Vlad had sent him. Danny found himself whistling. He bounced up and down on the sidewalk, darting between groups of students on their way home from some kind of sporting activity that had them all smelling like feet. Ha! That would never be him again! He didn’t have a physical activity requirement.

He had worked his way into a genuinely good mood by the time he arrived at the taxi station. Vlad had someone waiting. Danny said, “hey,” and slid into the backseat, gratefully slinging his backpack off to the center seat.

The driver grunted and then pulled out. Danny spaced out for the drive. It was fairly long— they were definitely leaving downtown for more affluent climes. He expected that, so he took advantage of the time to turn his brain off and match cupcake icons on his phone. His back slid down the seat so far that he wound up with only his head resting on the backseat, legs crowded up against the back of the front passenger seat. That was why he suddenly found himself gagging on the seatbelt around his neck when the driver took a hard turn. Danny dropped his phone and scrambled up.

“My apologies, Mr. Fenton.” The driver spoke for the first time. “There was an obstruction in the road.”

“…S’alright,” Danny said. He secretly wondered if that had been on purpose. Suspicious, he didn’t wind up slumping again before the car pulled to a stop in front of a series of faux Grecian columns. “…We’re eating at a bank?” Danny ignored the aura of judgment from the front seat as he got out.

“Have a nice day.”

The taxi driver sounded like he didn’t mean it at all. He also didn’t wait for a response before he pulled back out onto the street, leaving Danny clutching his backpack and squinting upwards at the intimidating set of stairs leading up to a weird amount of stonework. It was too scenic for a modern city. It looked more like someplace that Clockwork would send him to confiscate some stanky medallion or sweaty dagger that would rip the fabric of time and space or something.

Hmm. He didn’t care for this. “Off I go,” Danny said blithely, and started climbing.

The top of the stairs opened up into a pavilion shaded with banana leaves. Danny squinted around the fountain in the center, hand over his head to help him search out the vampire he was there to see. A man wearing an outfit that probably cost Danny’s yearly rent saw him, made a wide-eyed expression of genteel horror, and began to power walk towards him.

Ah, shit. Danny experienced a moment of out-of-body awareness that he looked like cheap trash in an expensive restaurant. He was going to get kicked out-

“Oh, Daniel!” Vlad trilled. He leaned back in his seat to emerge from behind a banana tree. “Thank you so much for coming.” He looked especially expensive today in a pretentious suit.

Another customer raised their head at his voice but didn’t look over. Danny hurried past that table, vaguely noticing that there were two rather slight young people there with black hair.

It was possibly the first time that Danny had been relieved to hear Vlad’s voice. He rewarded the save by flashing him a tight smile and not telling him that his name wasn’t Daniel. “Hey, thanks for waiting,” Danny said, and pulled out his chair to sit.

The waiter stopped walking abruptly. A peculiar expression crossed his face, and then it went blank. He started walking towards the table again at a more measured pace.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said, and did not make eye contact with Danny. “May I get you started with a bottle of wine, perhaps?”

“I’m nineteen,” Danny said helpfully.

“The wine is fine.” Vlad waved the man away. “I leave it to your discretion. Some privacy please. In fact, I believe I requested a secluded table. Is this your most private table?” Obvious disapproval dripped from his tone.

Danny cringed secondhand. He put a hand over his face so that he didn’t have to look at how embarrassing Vlad was being.

“My apologies, but we do have another VIP dining with us tonight. Thank you for your patronage.”

Huh. Danny prised his eye open to watch the man leave. “Your Dracula routine didn’t scare him at all,” he noted. “Is it really that there’s another VIP, or is there a real VIP-”

“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.” Vlad folded his hands on the table and smiled with far too many teeth. “You are always such a jokester, but isn’t it time to be serious?”

Danny grunted, avoiding eye contact. He frowned. “Isn’t that the tech guy?” he asked, subtly pointing at the table he had passed.

Vlad blinked. “What?”

The tech guy that Tucker had a massive crush on. Danny pointed much more obviously now. “I don’t remember his name, but he’s some precocious business boy,” Danny said vaguely. “Uh, Dank? Thomas Dank?”

Vlad’s whole face twitched. He lifted his spoon to check in the reflection. His eyes widened ever so slightly and he put his cutlery back down with silent grace. “How amusing,” he said. “No, that’s the young Wayne boy, the shark, not the athlete. We are in Gotham after all. Do keep your eyes to yourself, Daniel.” He leaned back with an air of insufferable smug satisfaction. “We celebrities prefer not to be gawked at while in public, and I would hate for him to mistake you for one of the rabble.” His eye landed on Danny’s oversized HUMPTY DUMPTY T-shirt with palpable disdain. “You didn’t have time to change after your…gym class? Sleepover? Animal wrangling event for charity?”

“Classes and work,” Danny said, and fully turned to gawk at Thomas Dank to be as obnoxious as humanly possible. “Hey, is that his sister or his date? Both? You wannabe royals do things like that, right?” He shot Vlad a superior look of his own. Flexing the Crown on Vlad was the literal only perk of having it.

Vlad twitched again. “Please keep your voice down,” he said. “In any case. I have been thinking about your situation and I am convinced that your husband must be dead.”

Danny laughed until he realized that Vlad looked offended. “That’s news to me,” he scoffed. He leaned his elbows on the table. “Should I tell him the happy news or will you?”

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #red hot ghouls #once again Vlad is right!#his genius goes unappreciated!#he is honestly pretty Daddy I would let him adopt me and pay my bills #cruel mistreatment of area old man witnessed by local celebrities #Thomas dank and idk Cassie pain #both Danny and Vlad: “ew why are you dressed like that ”#Tim is losing his mind at the next table #he hates Danny you guys

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vethale · 1 year ago

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Incoming Marble Sky theory about the Marmors' origin planet and more! Spoilers ahead!

I think if we ever get to see their original planet, it might be a dark place (literally and metaphorically), with hives or cities built within ant-like cave systems. Their society also seems to work like those of ants with a queen (Moon), workers and drones.

I think the fact that the Marmors use a form of ecolocation rather than our traditional eyesight might imply that on their original planet, sight as we know it is not a viable option. Their planet might either have little to no light, making eyes redundant, or too much, which would also cause the same problem. I think their fur coloring might also be proof of this, as they seem to display bright colors with no patterns. (Patterns usually help animals, especially predators, blend into their environment, because a blotch of a single color is usually easy to spot). However, there is also a possibility that their coloring might be a result of them becoming the dominant species: We see this with domesticated animals- think cows or cats, with white patches of fur, that make them easier to spot. When colors no longer affect their survival, new color variations tend to pop up.

I also think the fact that they are bipedal (with tails) also tells us that like humans, they might have started walking on all fours and then went up. This allows the brain to become larger, because the neck can hold up more weight, boosting their intelligence. Animals that walk on all fours are usually limited in this aspect because the neck muscles do all the work, so their heads can't get heavier.

The existence of tails might imply that those are still required for balancing purposes. Humans used to have tails but we kinda didn't need them and they went away, but the tail bone still exists. The fact that Marmors still needed them might imply that they still had to climb a lot in their original planet - maybe they live on trees (there's some ants that build their hives hanging from them! Super cool tbh) or they build their homes on cliffs/mountains.

I personally think them living in mountains or cave systems is the more likely option. In the comic we have already gotten the comparison with ants, who tend to build their little hives with tunnel systems going in all directions. This would make their tails useful for climbing, as well as their special eyesight and connections useful for navigating the hive. I mean, a connection like the one we have seen in the latest update is not only useful for hunting but also for their hives, as they can quickly figure out where more "manpower" is needed vs where there's already enough of them in one place.

Also, they have both sharp claws and teeth. Obviously those teeth are stylized in the comic, but they seem very very sharp. Definitely made for ripping and shredding. So it's very likely that the Marmors are obligate carnivores, meaning that, unlike dogs or bears, they can ONLY eat meat. I mention this because those claws would also be useful for hunting and disabling prey BUT connecting this to the cave system theory: Those claws are big and sharp, whoch might also be useful for digging. The giant anteater, for example, has some seriously sharp claws. This thing does NOT hunt other animals, besides ants and termines lmao, but uses those sharp claws to dig into the really hard ground. And those claws are SHARP, boy. They use them regularly to wars off and ERASE jaguargs. Yes, jaguars. So maybe these sharp claws might be tools AND weapons for the Marmors, useful for deleting your prey and digging into the ground!

Going back to the ant comparison: ants society usually has a queen, her simps, and the worker ants. The queen lays the eggs. If those are fertilised by the male drones, they become female workers but if not, they become male drones (the simps lmao). Ecliptica mentions that she is tall because she is a female AND the center of their network. Obviously these are aliens, but I think we can draw parallels: she might be their queen, the only one that reproduces -which would also explain their "children belong to everyone and noone" attitude"- while the rest might simply be the workers. I say workers, even if they are male, because I think the drones might actually be something else. We have seen smaller Marmors like Shepherd's assistants. Now, they might just be small or younger, BUT they could also be the lower ranking drones.

So, to sum up: I think Marmors come from a planet with little light, where they build their hives/societies in ant-like cave systems, digging into the ground. They might also have an ant-like society, that revolves around their queen, the workers and the lower ranking drones, where everyone but the queen is a male.

#marble sky #marble sky theory #but that's just a theory... a game theory!! hahaha #not sure how much of this will be true but theorizing and analysing things like this is super fun #man i absolutely adore this comic hhhh

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mimiisoe · 3 months ago

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http://⏱ ᯤ : ‘ glued to you ‘

𝒸𝑜𝓃tents.. fem reader · 2.2k words · 𝑔𝓇𝓊mp x sunshine reader · song rec : hush hush — fromis_9, flights not feelings — aespa

→ minho can’t stand the idea of some one being more liked then him. so when you transfer to k.i.s.s he immediately hates you until bumps into you and starts to spiral down the tunnel of love

“a huge competition” they say.. “she’s gunna take your spot” to even “maybe you should get botox”. ok the last one was mostly just kitty being kitty but that didn’t matter. you came to k.i.s.s a year after kitty and we’re shaking things up. by being utterly breathtaking. while minho would never say it out loud.. you were gorgeous. with an attitude that matched. you had definitely been blessed by aphrodite. your smile was contagious, you jokes always hit the mark and you a face full of beauty.

which infuriated minho. he was the number one pretty boy after all. but how’s he supposed to do that when your walking around. specifically right past him in this very moment.

“she must be the devil reincarnated”. Q almost spit out his drink while kitty giggled.

“I wasn’t joking about that botox..”. minho gave the mischievous cat like girl a death glare.

“what! just trying to stop your jealousy!”. minho sighed as Q finally came down from his coughing fit.

“or your crush on her”

“oh don’t make me slap you..”. kitty began her giggling fit again as minho, imagined Q’s head exploding. him.. minho moon hottest man ever.. liking you?

“jin must be slipping shit into your drink cause your so off you fucking rocker”. as minho shook his head in disbelief his two friends just rolled their eyes.

“yeah Q the only one of us who is dating someone is off his rocker..”

“covey I will fight you”. kitty put her hands up in defense while Q came to her aid.

“and ruin your pretty little hands you were going to use to write hate mail to a girl you haven’t even talked to?”. getting up minho walked away giving the two the bird. he didn’t believe them. kitty has the nerve to fool around with him, reject him and then say he is jealous of you? then the big block of muscle that is Q suggesting her likes you?

speed walking to his next class laughed to himself. gaining himself some questioning looks in the hall. but also making a tiny part of his brain plant a little seed. the seed of which his love for you grew unknowingly.

minho has changed his mind. dae was now the devil incarnate. rushing through the halls minho could barely catch his breathe. dae just had to spend three hours talking about his newfound crush on eunice. leaving minho to go to sleep at one am and wake up and hour after his alarm had gone off.

leading him to rush everything to get out of his dorm. even his face care routine! which occupied his mind so much that he wasn’t paying any attention to we’re he was walking. specifically who he was about to walk into.

“fuck sorry I’m in a-“. looking up from his place the ground minho saw you. not picking up the books you dropped. not throwing him an insult. not even trying to start a fight.

“shit! I’m so sorry are you ok?”. you looked minho up and down looking for any marks as he sat in aw. his eyes slowly focusing on the hair that fell and was now stuck on your lip. coming out of his daze minho tucked it back behind your ear.

“I’m good.. just didn’t know you could curse.. or speak..”. you but your lip trying to suppress a smile while minho didn’t hide his.

“well I can! but seriously are you ok.. your hairs like.. electric..”. minho’s eyes went wide, grabbing his phone to check.

“shit.. fucking dae..”. like the little deer you are you tilted your head to the side. fuck.

“he had me staying up late.. missed my alarm and..”. you giggled as minho shakes his head beginning to pick up your books.

“well you look like your in some kind of rock band.. so I think you should thanking him!”. minho playfully rolled his eyes at you as he slowly got up handing you your books.

“fitting since I’m going to my science class..”. he checked his watch. “fifteen minutes late”. you yes went wide.

“bug eyes look, looks cute on you”. it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“you should get going”. minho nodded and started to walk backwards away from you.

“don’t be stranger~”.

“you know I will~”. minho turned back around smiling like the happiest man alive.

what the actual fuck was that. two days ago he fighting off the allegations from two complete idiots.. now he’s so openly giving into them? thing was minho didn’t even get to think about you are the allegations anymore. cause as he approached his science class he could feel the lecture he was about to get.

“your going to wake up one day and all your teeth are going to be gone covery”. kitty rolled her eyes as she grabbed her coffee from the vender.

“and your bitter ass coffee is going to turn you into voldemort”. minho faked a laugh while kitty drank her coffee her attention soon being brought to a deer like girl headed towards her.

“y/n!”. you jerked your head up from your phone, realizing the voices was from kitty and not an oncoming attacker you smiled.

“hi kitty! hi minho!”. minho nodded as kitty ran up to you.

“did you find the book you were looking for?”. you nodded one hand holding you phone for dear life and the other subconsciously playing with your hair. fucking adorable.

looking down into kitty’s hand you smiled from ear to ear.

“the coffee trucks here today?”

“yup just got my will to live a few minutes ago”. gesturing to the cup kitty smiled as you giggled.

“ooh do they have that one caramel drink today?”

“yeah! I haggled them for a test sample and it’s so sweet!”. you smiled again. god she’s so sweet.

your face then depleted for a second.

“my friends keep saying my teeth will root if I drink or eat another thing dunked in sugar though..”. finally minho stopped watching the conversation and joined it.

“you only live once.. plus I tried it and it’s great! trust!”. looking up at minho you nodded your head. would it be weird if I got down on one knee?

“k then it’s settled in getting it! see you guys later!”. you waved as you practically skipped to the truck. once you were far enough away kitty lightly punched minho on his shoulder.

“you fake ass hoe! your soooo fucking down bad”. minho winced as kitty decided one punch wasn’t enough.

“I’m basically made of glass stop it!”. minho stepped back shielding his body by putting his arms into an x. while kitty stepped closer.

“we’re giving you an intervention!”. kitty said face full of what minho could only see as pure evil. while the rest of the world would see it as mischievous.

“I WOULD NEVER DO DRUGS!”. minho yelled as kitty fast walked away.

“I KNOW DUMBASS”

minho thought he was prepared for whatever weird as shit kitty was going to say he need help with. he just wasn’t expecting it to happen I’m the middle of a party. or for it to be started with her pushing him into a genre neautral bathroom. one that was very tiny and had q, dae, and yuri in it too.

“what’s my ransom?”. minho said as his back hit the bathrooms very cold wall.

“you don’t have o-“

“fifteen bucks”. minho scuffed ignoring kittys initial comment for yuri’s very rude one.

“I’m at least wo-“

“you have a crush on y/n”. minho’s head snapped to q’s.

“ok you seriously need to get jin! he must b-“. yuri pinched his arm.

“what is up with the ab-“

“you bumped into her in the hallway”. minho sighed.

“and?”. Q rolled his eyes,

“ever onlooker who told me said you flirted with her”

“kitty was right she’s just shy! she isn’t the devil incarnate like I thought so I was nice!”. yuri scoffed while kitty poked his chest.

“you” poke “always” poke “judge” poke “my”

“sugar intake!” poke “put encouraged hers”. minho was starting to flush.

“she isn’t a fucking addict like you are!”. kitty now three inches away from his face was furious, but whisper yelling since they were.. literally at a party.

“how do you know that!”

“I TALKED TO HER IN THE LIBRARY FOR A BIT!”. Q shushed him as minho rolled his eyes again, yuri speaking up again.

“when she came you had nothing but pure hatred for the girl and you hadn’t even talked yet! you talk to her once and flirt! then support something that probably is a bad habit and talk to her in the library of all places?”. minho’s ears were basically red.

“how’s that weird!”. kitty decided it was her turn next.

“YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER GO TO A PLACE SO FLITHY! YOU WENT FOR HER!”. minho was about to rebuttal but then he saw something. you threw the bathrooms window at the top of the door. he felt no anger, jealous, hatred. he felt.. the need to go to you. you were talking to a friend giggling.

you sounded heavenly, looked it too. oh and your lips. so plump.. so welcoming. kitty who only notice his attention was no longer on the invention kept talking. minho didn’t care. so he pushed past her and ignored a confused yuri the angry little gremlin that was kitty. with q already knowing where he was going.

to you

“hey min-“

“I like you”. your mouth was agape for a second. then your brain came up with the safest meaning.

“I like you to minho! you know I was thinking we could be fri-“. minho but his lip and shook his head.

“not like that.. you know I used to hate you”. you laughed.

“no your death glares seemed like they were begging me to talk to you”. minho would laugh if he wasn’t in the middle of pouring out his heart.

“I like you cause your gorgeous.. but that’s not even the main part.. I like you because even though everyone knew I hated you, you treated me so nicely when I bumped into you. your funny and shy and look like a human deer.. and I love that. I can’t say my feelings are very huge right now but I want them to be. so.. will you go on a date with me.. pretty please”. you giggled as minho got on his knees and literally begged.

“your such a mess you know.. I should really like slap you or something.. you know I’m shy and you declare this infront of everyone”. minho bit his check.

“s-“

“I’ll go on a date with you”. minho practically jumped up.

“yeah”. you smiled as minho brought your hand to his lip and kissed them.

“you really are an angel”. minho got closer ignoring the stares and only focused on you.

“I must be”. you looked up at him putting him in a trance.

“can I kiss you.. on the cheek.. I wanna save or first kiss for the end of our date..”. you nodded as minho slowly leaned down to your check. hands playing with your dress on your waist. pulling you impossible close to him. he planted the kiss with such delicacy. like you were going to disappear if he pressed any harder.

“SIMP!”. minho came away with your face and rolled his eyes as you giggled. kitty started chanting the word over and over as Q clapped along and yuri danced to the commotion. which drew peoples eyes away from you two. expect for minho’s his would be forever glued onto yours.

xoxo, libby doo 🎀 wrote this all on tumblr then had to look up a word counter for photos.. then these ugly ahh things above me wouldn’t move.. but atleast I posted

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cat got your tongue - Cole Caufield

Word Count - 3k

Requested - Yes a mutual dared me weeks ago to write a entire fic only about Cole Caufield's tongue.

Author's Note - thank you as always for reading. 💞🫶🏻 This literally took me forever to write because writers block is very real even when you love an idea, also I got this request back in the middle of July before anyone wants to come into my asks. I'm not sure if I like this ending, but that might just be me being my biggest critic.

Warnings - oral receiving but I think that's kind of obvious given the title of this fic. 🤣

Summary - Cole finally convinces you to come to one of his games, but what happens when all you can focus on is the way he sticks his tongue out during a celly.

Tonight was the first time that Cole has finally convinced you to come to one of his games. To be fair you did just meet the guy a month ago in a bar. Unlike Cole, you did not know everything when it came to hockey which could have been one of the reasons that you weren’t pressed on going as soon as Cole brought up the idea. But his constant insisting that turned into begging which was kind of hot finally got you here. In the back of a shared Uber with your friend who actually knows hockey and said she would tag along to explain what the fuck everyone is doing on the ice. At the end of the day trying to learn all the rules of a sport you never even watched was hard.

Just to mess with Cole a little, you did purchase one of his jerseys which granted a lot of money. But your friend who came along with you to the game, insisted to “do it for the plot.” So here you both are, you in his jersey, entering the arena. Due to the amount of time it took to get through security, you weren’t able to be in your seat until after warm ups had already started. Your seat was center ice but a few rows back purely because you told Cole if he thought your ass was sitting front row at your first ever NHL game, you would simply walk out because you didn’t wanna accidentally end up caught on TV looking like someone who had no idea what was happening around her.

As soon as Cole saw you, he skated over to the bench although you couldn’t see what he was doing talking to one of the trainers you assumed. He then skated over and started bouncing what looked like the nearest puck on his stick as many times as he could and then passing it over the glass. A fan tried to take it, but he shook his head no and pointed at you. Then he threw another one over for the little boy who was a couple seats down from you, before skating off continuing on with warmups.

“Why was that kind of hot?” you whispered to your friend.

“Wow who knew a basic white boy would have you down this bad?” she teased.

“Bitch shut up.” you said before you finally looked down at the puck. Cole must have asked the trainer for a marker and signed the puck before coming over.

You look hot with my name on you. Meet me in the tunnels after the game.

Deciding not to tell your friend about the message you look up to see Cole sitting on the bench now making direct eye contact with you as he watches you read his message. Nodding your head yes and mouthing ‘okay’, even from the other side of the arena the smile that spreads across his face is seen clearly from your seat.

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Cole was literally playing like his life depended on it tonight. Now granted you might not understand all the little detailed rules when it comes to hockey. But you knew an assist was a good thing, in period one alone Cole had 2 assists and something about the way that he got one knee skating for a celly with his tongue slightly sticking out. Something that is so simple, made you feel your stomach drop, getting more and more turned the second time he did it.

During intermission, you and your friend went to the bathroom and maybe it was the 3 beers you consumed but somehow you both started joking around about what your friend calls “your new fetish Cole’s tongue.” Jokingly you stuck your tongue out ever so slightly. Not realizing in that millisecond your friend took a mirror selfie, your side to the mirror the famous ‘22’ on display with Caulfeild, sticking your tongue out ever so slightly with your butt teasingly pushed up. Honestly, you kind of looked hot in the picture and made a mental note to ask your friend to send the picture to you later.

As the first intermission was about to end you just made it back to your seat. Cole was able to pull off another assist during the second period. Your friend who has been a fan of the Hubs her entire life told you that you're never allowed to miss a game again because if this was how the rest of the season was gonna go they might make it to the playoffs. All you could do was chuckle at her superstitious behavior. But stopped when the fans around her were agreeing with her when she told them this was your first ever game, Cole invited you and this is how he was playing.

“Oh my god please stop. I don’t want my life to end on twitter. Y/B/F/N.” you begged, taking your hand and covering her mouth. She drunkenly agreed to stop and both of you turned your attention back to the game. Even when he wasn’t on the ice, your eyes couldn’t leave Cole. Every once in a while he would catch you staring at him and making a teasing face back at you, pecking his lips, or sticking his tongue out extra far in order to get an air sip of his water. Every time he did all you could think about was his tongue wrapping around the clit or lapping your pussy like it was on display right now for thousands to see. Every time he was on the bench and went to lick his lips you found yourself squirming in your seat. All your friend could do was roll her eyes at your behavior.

Somehow you made it to the third period, but that’s when Cole scored a goal. You swear it was just to tease you, he skated past your section sticking his tongue out and wiggling it. “Fuck” you mumble to yourself.

“Y/N there are children around. Stop ya nasty!” your friend says as she can’t help the laugh that escapes her. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about sitting on top of Cole’s face or him on his knees with one of your legs over his shoulders. As you rolled your hips against his tongue dragged. -

Suddenly your brain was brought back to real time as the final buzzer went off. Everyone around you cheered as the Habs won a shutout - which your friend just told you is what it’s called when the other team doesn’t score a single goal during a game. But to be perfectly honest you weren’t really paying attention to your friend explaining any more slang hockey terms, your eyes focused on Cole as he skated around the ice with his teammates celebrating. The crowd was going crazy as it was the only shutout in what seemed like a lifetime, you could feel the energy of the crowd as you felt your body slightly move with all the jumping fans around you. Cole finally looked over at you from center ice and smiled. He titled his head towards the tunnels slightly reminding you of the puck and the note written on it, you nodded your head yes as you felt your cheeks heat up slightly from anticipation.

Slowly the crowd started leaving once the boys were leaving the ice, finally there was enough room for you and your friend to make your way to the steps.

“Hey thanks for coming by the way.” as you stop at the top of the steps.

“It was fun. Are you ready to go?”

“Actually Cole told me to meet him in the tunnels after the game.” you admit a light blush still painting your cheeks.

“ooo okay have fun girly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Text me when you get back to his place.” As she wraps her arms around you to hug you goodbye quickly.

A laugh escapes your lips at your friend's words. “What do you mean ‘his place'?” Making a quotation sign with your hand.

“Well we both know you aren’t going home tonight. You know you'll be busy with him, I’ll just check your location.”

Before you could open your mouth she turned around and was gone. All you could do is laugh as you stood there and watched her walk away. Quickly you turned around and started walking towards the other side of the arena where the tunnels were. Somehow managing to find your way around, you pulled your phone out to text Cole that you were waiting outside of the locker room for him after being stopped by security, but thankfully the pass Cole gave you just in case came in handy. Standing against the wall scrolling Twitter while you waited for Cole to be done.

Somehow the fan girls work faster than you could have ever imagined because someone made a gif of Cole’s tongue sticking out as he skated against the glass during his celly earlier tonight. Watching the gif over and over your breath caught in your throat as all your thoughts form earlier tonight just wanting to want Cole sink to his knees in front of you and eat you out came flooding back. Imagining your hand in his hair helping his face grind against using his tongue for nothing else except your own pleasure. Your mind was wandering and you could feel yourself dripping at the thought of making Cole sink to his knees, you refusing to pull his hair at first as punishment for teasing you all night.

Lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even hear Cole leaving the locker room or coming up to you. Cole knew you were lost in your own world and decided to scare you by running up to you from behind wrapping his arms around you and leaving a wet kiss on your cheek. All that could be heard in the mostly quiet hallway now since he was one of the last players out was his laugh as you squirmed in his arms. “Ew Cole let me down.” you shirked in a high pitch voice he laughed in response spinning you around one more time before setting you down.

“So how did you like watching me play?” he asked, finally facing you, still trying to hold you as close as possible.

“It was good. It was actually kind of hot watching you play.” you admit with a smirk on your lips.

Cole gives you a puzzling look as he questions, “oh yeah?” in a teasing tone.

All you do is flash him a cheeky grin as you admit, “yeah watching you do your little celly on the ice was so hot, but I just kept watching you stick your tongue out all night.” Leaning up to his ear despite no one being around you whispered, “all I could think about was getting you to sink to your knees so I could ride your face, one leg over your shoulder, my back against the wall and not let you touch yourself as punishment for teasing me all night. My hands in your hair pulling and tugging as much as I wanted. All while your tongue is busy, so you can’t even beg me to let you touch yourself to give your hard cock some relief.”

As you lean back only far away enough to see his face, his mouth is ajar in shock at your words. It’s as if he’s processing your words and for the first time in his life he’s quiet for more than a minute, you decide to further tease him while he stands there frozen. “What’s the matter baby boy, cat got your tongue?” A smirk on your lips as you watch him blink, as if his brain has finally caught up to the world around him.

“No, not yet.” His voice is an octave deeper than before filled with lust. Suddenly he’s pulling you down the hallway towards the parking garage. “But it will be.”

But just as you were about to exit the stadium to enter the connected parking garage, Cole made a sharp left turn down a separate hallway. “Where are we going?” you ask.

“Oh, we're making your words reality mamas.” As he opens a door and suddenly you find yourself in some type of equipment storage closet. In the corner is an extra medical bed, and there are sticks everywhere along another wall. But you don’t have too much time to examine the room before you feel Cole behind you after he locks the door. “ Kissing down your neck, blowing air into your ear and all you can do is compliment him by sighing at the feeling.

Quickly you regain your composure and turn around in his arms, finding his lips and kissing him hard. Fighting for dominance, and smirking when you slip your tongue into his mouth, he moans as a response and you can feel your underwear being damp from the sound he makes. Pushing him off of yourself quickly. You take a step back, you're against the wall now as you unbuckle your jeans. He says to you “have I told you how pretty you look with my name on your back.”

Holding your hand up against his chest to stop him from getting any closer to you.”naw ah ah. Let’s put that tongue to good use, less yapping yeah?” Even though you phrase it as a question, your tone is stern and demanding. Taking your left hand that wasn’t on Cole’s chest you move it to his shoulder slightly pushing him down so he’s on his knees. The way he glances up to you with his now darker blue eyes could have made you come right there. Trying to take a breath without showing him how much control he really does have over you at the moment. Pulling your jeans down the rest of the way and stepping out of them, slipping your shoes so you can slip your skinny jeans off the rest of the way.

Looking down at Cole in a full suit, suddenly deciding he’s in too much clothing as he kisses your exposed thighs in front of you. “Take. Off. Your. jacket.”

“Yes Momas.” he says, taking his suit jacket, refusing to lose eye contact with you. He tosses the jacket somewhere behind him joining your jeans. He sticks his tongue out to tease you more as you throw your right leg over his shoulder.

“Don’t even think about teasing Cole.” you grunt. He moves your underwear to the side swiping up and down your cunt in quick motions. “You wanna be a good boy right?” you ask as you tug slightly on his hair.

“Hmm.” he moans as a yes on your clit, closing your eyes at the taste. Taking your hands you tug hard on his hair.

“No, gotta keep your eyes open. I wanna see you while I grind on your face.” As you start to lightly roll your hips, Cole’s hands find the flesh of your ass and back of your thighs. He pulls you closer and starts kneading the soft flesh looking directly up to you as he moves his tongue down to your hole. Pushing in and out teasingly as his nose bumps his nose against your clit. “Fuck Cole.” you moan as you push your shoulders against the door, throwing your head back, closing your eyes at the feeling. Your hands go under the jersey finding your boobs squeezing them through your bra trying to play with your nipples. And then you feel Cole move his head so slightly causing a new angle as you roll your hips against his face even harder. “Fuck right there baby. Don’t stop.” you whine. So much for being in control but right now you couldn’t give a fuck with how good Cole was making you feel.

Cole goes back up with his tongue to do circles over your clit driving so crazy. You don’t even realize one of his hands leaves your ass and his fingers find your hole abusing it even more than his tongue was a minute ago. “Fuck Cole I’m close.” you warn and that’s all you have time to grunt out before your vision blurs and you feel your legs shake, if it hadn’t been for Cole holding you upright you would have fell. He continues to eat you lapping up all your juices until your legs stop shaking and your breathing isn’t so ragged.

Gently he removes his face from your pussy, careful to keep a steady grip on your legs so you stay up right. He slowly makes his way up to you, pulling you into a kiss so you can taste yourself and all you can do is moan in response. “Usually it takes more than a guy eating you out to feel this tired but holy shit Cole.” you mumble leaning your head on his shoulder closing your thighs.

“Come on, let's get you dressed.” he says, reaching down for your jeans that were thrown away earlier.

“No.” you whine. “ I’m not leaving you with this.” As you gently take one of your hands to slightly cup his bulge in his suit pants. He hisses in response. “See your in pain.” you complain.

“I’ll be fine. You just said your tired baby.” he argues. Looking back over at the medical examination bed in the corner of the room you get an idea. Slowly taking one of his hands you turn and walk backwards towards the bed guiding Cole with you. Letting go of his hand, you slip your underwear off the rest of the way and throw in his direction. He catches it on reflex sucking in a breath as feel the medical table behind you. Slowly you climb on and scoot all the way back.

“I’m not too tired for you. Take what you need. Be good for me, make me cum again baby boy.” you beg as you lay down and spread your legs for Cole to have a perfect few of your still dripping pussy from your first orgasim.

“Fuck. how did I get so lucky to get you.” he mumbles to himself as you watch him undress and make his way over to you.

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