#and tell him everything is gonna be okay

[illiana-mystery]

This breaks my heart. 🥺

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

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When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[5t0rm2]

cute little healer cookie and fok <3

first time drawing and coloring fok, I'm pretty happy how he came out :3 (not too happy about how healer's staff covers his face a bit but oh well :shrug:)

[yennao]

First pass at a Remy. The hold this rat has on my heart rn I cannot express.

[thesecondsanctuary]

Uhhh

Text + Inspo:

[aconitum-fields]

There's literally no way in HELL Foggy is dead. For a show this well written? Nope! Especially when Foggy's had his death faked not once, but TWICE in the comics.

There is so clearly something amiss, because why would Bullseye hit Foggy in the chest rather than the head? It's not like he missed. That shot was purposeful. To be fair, Bullseye in the comics is a bit of a tomfooler. A sick fuck who loves to play with his food (and we love him for it). So, I would not put it past him to have shot Foggy the way that he did specifically to torment Matt, knowing he'd have to listen to his best friend choke on his own blood while he could do nothing about it. That's the kind of thing that would make a kill oh-so worth it.

But this aspect of Bullseye's character hasn't been concretely fleshed out in the show yet. Furthermore, does he even know that Matt is Daredevil? Would he know how important Foggy is to DD? Let alone know the capacity of his abilities? It's fully possible that he put two and two together (he did in the comics, after all), but Dex was so clearly going after Foggy specifically -- like this shit was orchestrated. Did he seriously just go after him because he has a grudge? Against Foggy? Of all people? Foggy? For what, the selfie??? ... Maybe -- BUT THAT"S NOT THE POINT I'M TRYING TO MAKE. There's something bigger at play here. Someone hired Bullseye and specifically told him not to go for a headshot on Foggy.

Now, even if the scene is laid out differently, it can be no coincidence that A. Matt and Foggy are apart when Foggy's injured, B. Matt frantically listens to Foggy's heartbeat to confirm it's still there, and C. that there has been a funeral without us (the viewer) ever seeing a corpse.

Aaaaaaand who's behind it all? Who hired Bullseye to shoot Foggy in the chest rather than the head? Who's hiding Foggy from us? Queen diva Vanessa Fisk herself. Whether she spoke to Dex herself or through a third party is undetermined, but she is most definitely behind this.

After all, did she not tell Fisk that she "made this business bulletproof"? Would this not include her having some form of leverage against Daredevil if he were to step on their toes -- something to keep him away or to possibly get him to do something they want? She knows how much dirt Matt has on her and Fisk. So, why wouldn't she ensure that she has something to dangle over him in return?

This first episode plain as day establishes that while Fisk was going about his stuff with Echo, she's been plottin', schemin', and fortifying their business all on her own without telling Fisk anything. He's completley out of the loop! And hell if she gives a fuck about the deal he made with Matt in s3 ep13.

Speaking of season 3, the final couple episodes clearly established that being a part of Fisk's world was a top priority to her -- she is passionate about this. Hell, even her sitting in his chair compelling him to have Ray killed was clearly meant to be some form of foreshadowing.

There's an obvious rift between her and Fisk, and she has so clearly become the puppet master of their operation -- the queen always having more moves and opportunities on the board than the king.

Due to how many questions and holes are surrounding Foggy's death, and with Vanessa implying that her and Fisk's illegal doings are iron-tight, I am so incredibly convinced that the show is adapting this aspect of Brubaker's run. That Vanessa hired Bullseye to gravely injure Foggy, then when he was taken to the hospital and operated on (luckily coming out of the ordeal alive), she had his death faked while he was thrown into witness protection.

Now, why would she do this? What's her game? Honestly, I'm unsure! It could just be insurance over Matt for future use, but this is pretty fuckin' elaborate to just be that, no? There must be some game she's playing -- some long-run scheme she's been concocting. I'm unsure of what it could be! Vanessa wasn't in Soule's Mayor Fisk arc, so I'm curious to see how her presence will effect that plotline. Good God it is literally going to kill me having to wait a week per episode!!!

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Now to finish this off, the good news is that though we may be weeping out of sheer guttural agony right now, know that we'll be getting the sweetest reunion in time <3

[humlase]

Neil's mother may have been abusive, but that doesn't stop him from missing his mom and Abby is right there to pick up the pieces.

Or in other words, Abby gives great mom hugs.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

[normal person voice] if you only knew what I do to my ocs

[illiana-mystery]

Oh, my heart. 🥲

[macheticine]

IT'S MY BOY!!!!!!

[hows-itgoagain]

i think about mashle an absurd amount and yes i know i already have other shit i need to work on but i’m gonna throw this idea out there, and if someone does something with it, awesome, and if not, then i probably will eventually. also this references manga shit so like if you haven’t read it this will be confusing. no actual spoilers though

timeskip to when ryoh’s kid, wahlberg’s granson, and that random ass kid silva found are in highschool, all at easton.

are they all the same age? i have no fucking clue. i could only find that ryoh jr is 6, so the other 2 are also bc it’s convenient

and, you might be thinking, literally what is the point of this? which is a fair question, and to that i raise you, first of all a trio of a dv’s kid, the headmaster’s grandson (if wahlberg even lives to 128), and some rando that was protected by a former student would be quite funny, and second of all timeskip jobs and lives of everyone has so much potential. though the focus of this would still be on the kids, but obviously like they’d interact with certain characters at certain times.

[spleenthecat]

guys im gonna be very open and vulnerable with you right now. okay? dont make fun of me. im very, very, VERY tempted to make an oc for the simple purpose of shipping them with stan because i think he deserves to have a big bear boyfriend who loves him and they'd get married (for tax benefits of course) and be happy. too many people ship him with twinks. his boyfriend should completely tower over him. idk thats just what im thinking right now. edit: i gave in

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

idk if anyone following me here is celebrating but Happy Purim!

today sucked major nuts and I don't have the energy to make Hamantashen but I am going to fix myself a drink, eat prepackaged cookies, and since I have no silly costume to dress up in, I will watch my favourite Englishman dress up in a silly costume

and look super cute

and stare at his best friend like this

He may not have the power to fix me but he sure is helping <3

[corvuscorona]

Gravity

( EXPLICIT | No Warnings Apply | 1/1 chapter | 11394 words )

Since this courtship's beginning, Astos has learned a thing or two about Jack's preferences—and though his preference for Astos has resurfaced only very slowly, since the first reset they've been forced to endure, and though Astos has spent every moment of that long wait suffering, all the time apart has given him the opportunity to plan ahead.

April 1st really should be 🃏 International Jackstos Day 💖, right? I'm serious. This fic is serious; I am not playing around here. I'm frolicking with wild abandon sure but that's not the same thing!!!

Rated E for Earthly. The tags on this one are pretty simplistic, which may cause you to wonder: why and how 11k of words? To which I would answer: there is a model of excruciating detail in my mind's eye regarding the Jackstos Interpersonal Relationship Progression Over Time, and for reasons that I could (but will not) get into, it is best delivered to you interwoven with. ssssssssome stuff.

Happy April Fools(-In-Love)!! 💜✨

🌟 [ Keeper ] 🌟 [ Coherence ] 🌟 [ Mortification ] 🌟 [ Asking for More ] 🌟 🌟 [ Standing Comment Exchange ] 🌟 [ 250+ posts about this stuff ] 🌟

I mention this in the endnote, too, but: this fic has existed in some form or another since November of 2023 (less than a month after I witnessed the end of the video game). Isn't that amazing. I experienced Stranger of Paradise, got possessed (oneshot demon), got possessed (monstrous longfic demon), got possessed (AFM) & got possessed (this) within, like, a couple of weeks? I think? My first draft of Keeper is from like a month and a half later, also.

Always keep Jackstos in your heart, mind, & processing vortex. I hope you have an excellent Them Day, & I hope you enjoy my new this!

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 78 - Whirling Chaos

[gemharvest]

Writing this background section for Beef, brain is trying to convince me to make how he meets the NG trio ""less basic"" even though I like the idea I've had in mind. guh