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arcanewhoosh · 7 months ago

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Could you right a story where jinx’s S/O is scared of bombs or loud things in general and one of jinx bombs went off scaring S/O and jinx comforts them.

So I forgot that the inbox was a thing and found this two years after you asked for it. Sorry lmao.

I think I completely failed this cause I chose season 1 Jinx and hooboy Season 2 Jinx would've been a better choice.

Also this went over 2k words I realize I may be a yapper.

The Monsters We Allow

2k words (Jesus this wasn't supposed to be this long)

Proofread? Y/N

TW: Descriptions of injuries

You're no stranger to the hazards of working for the Eye of Zaun. Even the more hardened residents of the Undercity oftentimes couldn't stomach some of the work the job entailed, more so the people involved in those jobs.

So now here you were, helping build an explosive device of some sort. Fishbones Jinx had called it. You guess that you should add assistant weapons maker to the long list of jobs you've held working for Silco over the years. It wasn't always like this, though.

You started out as cleanup crew, showing up after fights. You didn't want to at first, but if you crossed Silco, you'd most definitely cross his daughter, Jinx. If you crossed his daughter, then it was almost a certainty that you would end up in pieces and puddles on the walls and floors. You'd rather be the one cleaning than be the one being cleaned up. So you put your head down and went along with it.

It was messy work, but it turns out even with all the fucked up things tolerated in the Undercity, rotting body parts weren't one of them. It wasn't pretty, and your first few days you had to include your vomit in the list of things you had to clean up. Eventually, though, you got over it, got better. Well enough that Silco would only trust you to do cleanups of whichever unfortunate soul was on the receiving end of Jinx's chompers. You could figure out which weapon was used to do what, what the direction of the splatter on the wall or floor meant. You could look at a scene once and replay how the entire fight went.

The job wasn't pretty, not at all, but it put money in your pockets, good money. It put food on your table and clothes on your back. Most importantly, it gave you security. A blanket of protection that ensured people would think twice to cross you. Silco only kept a select few on constant contract. Sure, you didn't run around beating the shit out of people during collections, or blowing them up. You didn't have a robot arm or guns-choice of weapon was bucket and shovel-- but hey, you were deeper in his inner circle than most people.

Eventually, he started bringing you along to meetings. After those meetings, he'd ask you, What's the quickest, and cleanest way we can get rid of this person?

It was jarring at first, being asked how to kill someone. But whatever reservations you had about becoming a murder consultant was heavily outweighed by your fear of being the one consulted about. So you'd answer diligently, if a little hesitantly. The first time you answered, he had looked pleasantly surprised. As if getting recommendations on assassination was pleasant. You remembered thinking.

It didn't take long for people of the Undercity to associate your presence in these tag-alongs with the sudden death of whoever you and Silco were visiting. Whispers about how you wouldn't even talk during the meetings, how you'd sit and simply look around. If you were addressed by the person you were meeting with, Silco would politely redirect their attention back to him. Sometimes, sometimes, that person wouldn't die. Silco once credited it to you, that people suddenly became more pliable once he brought you along. Another blanket of security. People started treating you differently, more respect, fear maybe. It was a little funny, how typically aggressive brutes would become the politest people towards someone who had just barely reached the age of eighteen.

One day, Silco had asked you to his office. You thought it would just be regular stop before another meeting, standard procedure by then, really. But that day he had another guest in his office. The blue braids were already a dead giveaway, but you still politely introduced yourself. She laughed, and identified you as The one who ruins my fun because she had to follow your instructions when Silco needed her to get rid of people.

You knew back then that she was dangerous. Quite frankly, she scared the shit out of you. You didn't have a problem with seeing dead bodies and parts, sure. But she was younger than you, and already had no qualms about taking lives. She was the one leaving behind entrails that you had to clean up. And apparently, she was now to be occasionally under your watch. Silco thought you'd be a good fit for a companion. Around the same age, he had said.

You kept a respectful distance from her, but she unfortunately grew fond of you and decided to keep you around more often than not. Silco didn't see anything wrong with it, if anything it made the both of you more notorious. His Loose Cannon and his Harbinger of Death. A deadly combination in theory, but in practice, it was mostly you having to accompany Jinx for her less dangerous - there were still casualties - pranks, and bailing her out of sticky situations.

And now here you were, two years later, making a launcher with her- making was a generous word, more handing her stuff - and getting ready to probably blow more people up.

You feel your stomach begin to unsettle again. You were used to seeing dead bodies, parts of bodies, what was left of bodies. But never in the stretch of time that you had worked for Silco, had you ever had to see dying. You always showed up after. It had only been two days since the explosion at the bridge, but somehow Jinx was walking around as if nothing had even happened to her. As if she didn't blow herself up the last time you had seen her. If you were making an educated guess based off of her eyes, you'd say she was hurt and got pumped full of shimmer; or maybe she was just living off of pure mania at this point.

You've cared for her, but now you also care about her. It seems that no matter how much respectful distance you put between yourself and her, propinquity eventually came into play, and affection followed. And the only sense you had was to go along with it.

It took you a while to get used to being around her. She was temperamental, to say the least. But you eventually learned not to ask any questions about her family, not to bring up the dolls she kept at her place, and avoid asking any questions at all about her past. If she wanted to, she'd tell you. The only time she wasn't unpredictable was when she was tinkering away at her little station, blasting her music.

She was calm, placated, almost normal. If you had never met her before and had seen her then, you would have thought she was beautiful. Not that she isn't, it's just that her reputation tended to precede all her other perceivable qualities. More than all of this, she was vulnerable. Her back turned to you, not a care in the world if you wandered around touching things. You realize now that it was in those moments probably that your affection for the girl grew. All of a sudden, getting her out of unideal predicaments included treating her wounds; then nursing her back to health if she was sick; staying over when she had nightmares. And yet you were still cautious, careful not to trip on some invisible wire that would trigger her temper.

"Whoops-"

A bang, a clattering of tools, and you're back at the bridge. Back at looking at screaming people, crawling on the ground because their legs had been blown clean off, some with limbs partially attached, some falling off, someone trying to feel where half of their face had gone. All moving, breathing, alive.

"Easy there, jelly legs." You look up to meet Jinx's eyes. Once a soft powder blue, now striking orbs of red violet. She's holding onto you. At some point you had lost your balance and was now kneeling on the floor, one hand on the side of Jinx's desk for support. "You sick or somethin'?" She asks.

"Sorry," You breathe out. "I think… I think I'm still reeling from what happened at the bridge."

She lets out a laugh. Loud, boisterous, manic.

"The bridge? The little ol' light show? You didn't like it?" Her smile falls, and she cocks her head to the side. Fuck.

Now you're on thin ice. "No, no. It was nice." You quickly say, shaking your head. "It's just, I'm not- I'm not used to seeing the before part, you know?"

She guffaws. "Wait, wait, wait." She stands, walking over to her desk littered with metal scraps and remnants of her previous projects, picking up one of the butterfly robots she had made. "You're telling me-" She plucks off a wing, the remaining one flapping aimlessly. "You" Points it at you. "Who's in charge of cleaning up exploded bodies, and telling Silco - who tells me - how to kill someone without a mess," Plucks off the other wing and throws the body away. "Gets queasy over a few blue bellies kicking the bucket?"

You take a breath to steady yourself. "I don't know. I never- I never thought about that part. I've never had to see it." You unconsciously start clenching and unclenching you hand not holding onto the desk. A nervous habit, one that you tried to shake off. A habit that Jinx had taken note of the first few months of her dragging you along with her escapades.

"I'm sorry." You say after a few beats of silence.

In one quick flash - too quick, inhumanly quick - Jinx is kneeling again in front of you, cupping your face in her hands. "Hey now, it's alright." Her tone is soft, caring, tragically comforting to you. "We all got our little quirks. I sure do."

She frees up one of her hands to brush your hair back. "Come to think of it, I think that was the first time you had to see something like that, huh?"

It always astounds you how quickly she can disarm the guard you put up for her. You know she's dangerous, you know you should be cautious. But a few sweet words from her and you're putty in her hands, completely at her mercy. You wonder if it's normal to love and fear someone at the same time.

"We'll be okay." She presses her forehead against yours. "I've got you, like you've got me." You nod.

"You can handle helping me with one more thing, right?" There it is. "We just need to do this one teeny thing, and then we can chill out."

You put in active effort to keep your breathing steady. Your stomach still in knots. "What thing?"

She grins. "A dinner party. You're my co-host." She pulls you up with her as she stands, leading you over to where she was working, where Fishbones was seemingly complete. "Wanna see something cool?"

You nod, and she fishes out the HexTech gemstone she had stolen during Progress Day. She opens up a slot near the handle and inserts the gemstone, Fishbones immediately lighting up, a blue hue illuminating her dark room. You contemplate asking her about her new weapon, weighing out the pros and cons. But the fact that her hand was still holding yours, her thumb idly grazing your knuckles was enough to encourage you.

"What are you gonna do with this?"

She runs her free hand above the clear panel where the gemstone is. "We're gonna go make a point."

The rational part of your brain is telling you to stay behind, that whatever this was, being in the vicinity of a HexTech-powered weapon was not a good idea. But this was Jinx, and she had already decided that you were coming with her. Incurring her wrath now, also in the vicinity of the HexTech-powered weapon, was not a good idea either.

So you do what you do best, and go along with it.

#arcane #arcane jinx #arcane netflix #arcane x reader #jinx x reader

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sirfrogsworth · 2 months ago

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Guess who's back, back again?

It's my favorite alien fanfiction man/boy... @tattered-cynic

I know all of you, my brave brigade of chumps, just want to laugh at him, but it would be for naught. He does not care what you think. Not even a teeny tiny bit. Laugh your pointless laughs. He's just sitting there, munching uncaringly.

He barely thinks about trans people!

Sure, he has written 7 posts with over 2500 words telling me how much he hates trans women while progressively getting angrier and angrier each time I make him look foolish... but that doesn't mean he thinks about trans people.

Perish the thought!

He thinks about them so little that he keeps tagging me—in the hopes of besting me in a debate... about trans people.

While eating a sammich and definitely not thinking about trans women's genitals, he made sure to tag me (again) and let me know SheWon.org is a legit site with important data analysis... showing the horrors of trans women eating lots of hot dogs.

Trans people occupy his thoughts to such an infinitesimal degree that he used a silly dire corgi/wolf post to remind me he doesn't think about trans men/women or girl/boys.

HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT TRANS WOMEN EVER, OKAY?

Just to be sure he doesn't think about trans people every second of his miserable life, I asked ChatGPT to analyze all 2500 words of his 7 posts from our previous debate.

I know AI chatbots are pretty controversial and I have never really used them before now. But it was the only objective judge I had access to.

I also asked why my best friend had such a hard time reading his arguments and glossed over them.

And I asked the robot to compare that to my arguments—just to be fair & balanced.

Okay, but what if I am also unhealthily obsessed with trans people? I better ask to make sure.

Okay, but all that really matters is who won the debate.

If I am really goon-brained, how could I possibly contend with such an intellectual giant who never-ever thinks about trans people?

Robot, what do you think?

Boy, this robot does not think very highly of my debate nemesis. This is pretty devastating. He could really use a win. Perhaps our latest battle of wits could be judged in his favor. I mean, he got me pretty good with that goon brain thing.

Ouch.

Sorry, friend. I'm sure it was just hallucinating all of that. It's clearly biased towards my brain of goon.

In conclusion...

I don't think trans women are like dire wolves.

I think they are like... Cheerios.

Because a bowl of Cheerios has multiple holes.

And I classify everything in two groups...

Things with holes and things without holes.

I do this because I am goon-brained. And my goon-brainedness forces me to connect completely unrelated things.

I'm pretty sure vaccines caused this. A week after I got the COVID jab I thought to myself, "Straws are one continuous hole with two openings. Trans women are straws."

To my illustrious chump brigade, I ask that you keep me in your thoughts during this difficult goony time. Think of me when eating a sammich. Think of me when you are expelling a warm liquid shit. Think of me when you are not talking on the phone.

Keep me in your thoughts like trans people are in his thoughts.

So... basically every waking moment.

#long post #if he is going to keep baiting me I am going to waste his time #perhaps I will keep him from bothering actual trans people for a while #or just making him more and more angry

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desperate-daydream · 6 months ago

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☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: @fandomz-brainrot you said if I ever continue I should tag you. Guess what, I liked the fourth season so little that I irresponsibly decided to continue this series further and maybe even get to the extend of rewriting much from the last season. Please don't expect continuity from me - I'm kinda terrible at that. But nonetheless, I hope you like this part!

(I also made a tag with the title so the parts can be found easier)

tags/warnings: set in season 1 still, brief mention of trying not to puke, I changed a bit of what happened but stuck more to the actual episode in this part, top/protective reader, Klaus my beloved (just wanted to mention him)

Together, we will save the world pt. 3

„Wait, you‘re running around with a prosthetic eye the whole time?“, you looked at said object lying in Five‘s hand.

„Of course, it has importance“, he looked at it for a moment, „I found it in Luther‘s hand when I landed in the post-apocalypse.“

„And what are you gonna do with it now?“, you inspected it after he dropped it into your held out hand.

„I have to find out who it belongs to. When my siblings had it shortly before they died in the apocalypse it‘s likely to belong to the Person causing the apocalypse. So if I stop them, I can stop the world from ending.“

You hummed and gave it back to him. „So what? We‘re gonna go there and ask?“

„Yes“, he already turned to walk away but then stopped in his tracks, „Wait. You wanna come with me?“

„Of course“, you grinned at him, „Why do you think I‘m staying for? Your sandwiches and overly bitter coffee? I‘m gonna help you.“

„Oh, okay“, you saw the slightest blush grow on his cheeks. „Then let‘s go“, he turned towards the door again and took your hand to pull him after you like he wanted to make sure now that you followed him. It was at least the third time already since you had met each other that he did this.

He would probably not want to drive there - you didn‘t have a clue where this company was but if he wasn‘t exhausted he usually used his powers. This morning he had almost scared you to death by randomly showing up behind you while you looked in the mirror. And he only did it to tell you that they had some breakfast made by their robot-mom-nanny.

You were right in your assumption because after a few steps your stomach turned around again while your vision blacked out for a moment. A second later you were standing in front of a grand building. You went inside and Five looked around. You were about to ask what he was planning to do when a man approached the both of you.

“Uh, can I help you?”, he asked and Five turned around to look at him. He got out the eye and showed it to the man.

The lady at the reception looked up and smiled at them softly: „Are you searching for your parents?“ „No“, Five answered, “I need to know who this belongs to.”

“Where did you get that?”, the man’s gaze went back and forth between the two of you with narrowed eyes. He probably thought you were irresponsible teenagers that wanted to mess around.

“We found it.. on the playground, actually. Must’ve just.. popped out.”, Five cleared his throat and put on a smile that others may think came from a cute little boy. But to you he looked like a little shit. “We want to return it”

“Oh, what a sweet gesture”, the receptionist commented. But Five didn’t care about any societal norms or respect. You noticed Five‘s smile freezing and his eyes becoming a certain glint that you wouldn‘t want to be on the other side of. The receptionist didn‘t notice anything about his mood shift.

Only when he said “Yeah, look up the name for me, would you?” her expression turned into an offended one.

“Sorry, patient information is strictly confidential”, the man spoke up again, “But i can take it and give it back. The owner will probably be grateful.” He reached out his hand.

“You can’t touch this”, Five hissed at him. You stepped forward a little but didn’t yet put your hand on his arm. You weren’t sure if it was part of his plan so you decided to stay low for a bit more.

“Listen here, young man”, the man said with a warning tone. Apparently something in Five snapped at this. He surged forward and took the front of the man’s doctor’s coat.

“No”, he hissed out sharply, “you listen to me, asshole. I’ve come a long way for this, so just give me the information.” Okay, yeah, you had just witnessed how his fragile nerves snapped. He seemed like he was boiling with anger on the inside when he added: “And if you call me young man one more time I will put your head through the wall.”

You weren’t sure what to do and looked at the scene in front of you. Your gaze was redirected when the woman let out an “oh dear”. The doctor turned to her: “Call security.” So she took the phone and Five let go peevishly.

Then he sighed and turned around to which you could see his visibly pissed off expression. He just took your hand again and pulled you with him. You threw a quick and very confused "Sorry, bye” in the direction of the two people while stumbling after your friend.

„Fucking ignorant people“, he hissed when you were out of the door. „So what now?“, you asked while trying to calm him down with a hand on his shoulder.

„I think I‘ve got an idea..“, he murmured and started walking again. “One of my brothers would do anything for a little money.”

When you were back at the mansion, Five called out Klaus' name. Said person came tumbling towards you from the living area only wearing underpants and a jacket. You couldn’t contain your laughter at this sight and snorted.

Klaus bowed in front of you and grinned: “Danke, danke.”

“We need your help”, Five said with a still grumpy face. “Oh, Fivey, youuu need my help? Do I get something for it?” He batted his lashes at them.

You could sense Five groaning internally. “Yes, I’ll pay you.” “Yay!”, Klaus twirled around for a moment, “So, what can I do for you?”

„You need to dress up“, your friend said and shouted after his brother who was already scurrying away, „like an actual appropriate adult!“

He sighed and turned to you: „Let‘s go to my room again. This will probably take some time.“

You went upstairs to the room you two have actually stayed in together since you had met each other. There was nobody who cared where you were and aside from work where you could take off you had no other responsibilities at the time. So it was easy for you to just stay there.

You had suggested sleeping on the floor or in one of the probably many other free bedrooms. But Five had passively insisted on you staying there with him, in the same bed.

You would’ve normally seen staying in the same bed as platonic but there was something - something unsaid but lingering between the two of you. His siblings seemed to at least have a slight hunch of this something too.

When Klaus was ready - after switching from his perception of professional clothing to a suit from their father - and you hastily got out of Viktor’s grasp you went to the company again with an adult at your side. It was an absolute fever dream you witnessed then. You could once again only stand to the side for a long time because it was so absurd - even for you. Klaus straight up gaslighted the doctor, punched Five in the process and then literally hurt himself with a ‘peace on earth’ snow globe.

However, at some point in between, the doctor tried to insult Five since he apparently had no idea of how to deal with Klaus anymore: „And how dare you, you assholish disrespectful child, to come here again!“

„Excuse you!“, you spoke up before one of the others could, „You have no idea what this is about. And by calling him assholish and disrespectful you are so yourself. What the fuck is wrong with your perception?“

The man looked at you with wide eyes. You weren’t sure but it felt like he hadn’t actively noticed you before that and was surprised to see another person - on top of that this younger person corrected his manners.

Five threw a quick smug smirk towards you and while he did that he felt kinda weird shortly. He couldn’t quite place it but he also didn’t have time because Klaus hurting himself and you scolding him pushed the doctor over his limits of weirdness-tolerance and he called security.

But before he could say anything Klaus took the receiver and presented another show by telling the guards that there had been an assault.

Even Five seemed shortly confused by that before he started grinning when Klaus further explained how the guards would be told that the doctor had assaulted them. “You’re a sick bastard”, the doctor then said to Klaus. After your breakout he wouldn’t dare to say something to Five again. Klaus answered with “Thank you” and soon after that you sat around the man looking through the files.

“That’s weird”, he commented once he found the right one. “What?”, Five asked and scooted a little closer to the edge of his seat. “The eye hasn’t been purchased yet. It’s- uhn”; the doctor became anxious again when Klaus hopped off the counter and came closer, “According to our files it hasn’t even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?”

Five only sighed and looked down for a moment. Then he stood up took you by the hand again that day and went to get out. “Wait, what-?”, the doctor tried to follow you but Klaus put a hand on his shoulder to which the man flinched strongly. “Oh, don’t follow us, Gary. Or- you know”, Klaus showed him another ill grin and then followed you.

“This is not good”, Five mumbled once you were out. “But I was!”, Klaus chimed in, “Did you see me?” “Klaus it doesn't matter”, Five spat at his brother. You stood aside of the scene while Five explained “why that eye was so important anyway”, as Klaus phrased it.

“So, can I get my twenty bucks now or..?”, Klaus asked in response to that. Five was even more pissed off then: “The apocalypse is coming and all you think about is getting high?” “Well, I’m also a little hungry”, his brother countered, “tummy’s going brrrrm.” You let out snort then. Klaus really was quite funny actually. When FIve looked at you judgy you just raised your eyebrows like saying: “What? You gonna scold me now too?”

Five rolled with his eyes and sat down on the steps. You sat next to him and put a consoling hand on his shoulder. You knew that even though he had just told Klaus that he was useless he did all of that to save him and his other siblings - he loved his family.

“You know”, Klaus started again then, “I think I know why you’re so uptight all the time. You must be horny as hell!” He sat on the other side of Five who seemed to have ultimately have the last nerve being snapped while you tried to contain laughter as well as a blush again. “You should really get some action”, Klaus’ gaze towards you was stubbornly ignored by Five and you. “All those years by yourself”, Klaus sighed out.

“I wasn’t alone”, Five mumbled which caught your attention. You had noticed that he hadn’t told you everything the first time and now you were more than curious to hear more. You decided to ignore this nagging feeling in the back of your head when thinking about Five with someone (else) at that moment.

“Ooh”, Klaus was interested too, “Open up, little guy.” Five threw a quick undefinable glance towards you. “Her name was Delores. Had about thirty years together. But- well, everything comes to an end.” You contained the comment of how he tried to literally stop the end of the world. Meanwhile, Klaus was impressed by the number of years and started talking about a guy he had been together with - at least you guessed it was that.

But Five took your hand and before you could interpret what this meant he had portaled you in a taxi. Your head spun from the sudden jump and you had to close your eyes for a second to not empty your stomach in the car. When you opened them, Five, who had told the scared driver to keep driving, looked at you again with that undefinable look.

“You okay?”, you asked after looking at each other for a few seconds. “I guess”, FIve answered and looked out of the window. You weren’t sure because Five just sometimes seemed like his own species but you thought that you could make out the tips of his ears turning slightly pink.

You got out of the taxi after some time and went to eat something. You had once again told him to take care of himself. And you had - unfortunately from Five’s perspective - already figured out how to get him to actually do it. You pointed out that Five needed nutrition and rest to complete his mission to the best extent.

That was why you were once again sitting in front of each other in a diner - almost like your first meeting. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be attacked again. “Can I ask you something?”, you spoke up after ordering. “You already did”, Five answered with what you could make out as a smug look. “Ugh”, you rolled your eyes and threw one of those little sugar bags at him.

After dodging it Five decided to have mercy with you: “What is it?” “Uhm, about you not being alone. It’s just- you hadn’t mentioned anything like that when you told me about those years.”

“Because it wasn’t relevant”, Five countered. “Well, I don’t know. I think having company is kinda important for staying at least a little bit sane.” “But I wasn’t sane”, FIve said then. “What do you mean?”

Five was quiet for a few seconds. You waited patiently for him to continue if he wanted - you could only imagine that this huge part of his life had been more than traumatic. In the meantime, your food arrived and he took a sip of his coffee before speaking again.

“I can show you.. her. It will be easier to explain then”, he stated then. “Okay”, you were a little wary but after only about a day and a half with this boy you had become sure to trust him. Even if his methods sometimes were unconventional.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x male reader #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #male reader #x male reader #trans male reader #x trans male reader #umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy #together we will save the world #gay #tua

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solar4seekstron · 8 months ago

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Chapter 3: Traitor!

Transformers One x Reader: Awakening Chapter Three

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!reader

Introduction Movie Masterlist

TW/tags: B being adorable, death (deer robot and primes flashback), tried to add reader in the best I can without changing too much, D loses his shit near the end, 3rd pov, that should be all

(Alright gang it’s time for chapter 3! It was a bit hard for me to add much moments for Y/N and B in this bit because most of the time it didn’t feel right to change certain parts and moments except for the part where the gang is walking. As always I try to add accurate dialogue as I imagine that it’s what the characters would say. Hopefully you all enjoy this and enjoy the reader as you see their character grow and more of their personality and so on. Enjoy.)

Elita starts punching the giant rock next to her.

“Ok so uh this is us. And if we follow the path to-“

“Now you listen to me Mr. Zero seconds since my last accident. I’ll go on your little quest ‘cause I don't have a choice! But I carry the map. I navigate. And if this leads to nothing! Then I’m dragging you and those two idiot GoBots back to Iacon city and into the first supervisor depo we see at which point you will explain everything that has happened using words that reflect me in a very positive light! Got it!!”

“Yeah ok deal all right all right.”

“Lets go!”

B would then follow Elita after look at Orion. Orion looking terrified. As the four walk forward following Elita. Orion was waiting for D first to catch up then starts walking. D admiring their surroundings both curious and confused. Y/N was next to Orion as the two walked forward. Orion would look over at Y/N.

“This is going well. Sorry for bringing you into this. Didn’t plan you two joining.”

”It’s fate at least someone other then D joins you. More then one it seems.”

”Yeah B we just met when Darkwing brought is to one of the sub levels to keep us hidden. B helped us escape and thought of the train once we found the map.”

”Well. He seems pretty nice….Enough.” The two would then start walking once D caught up

”She- She’s joining us? Fantastic! Hi there, uh Elita right? Am I saying that right? Wanted to formally introduce myself. Uh, I’m B-127. You kneed me in the face earlier back there. Uh you-you can call me B or! Badassatron. It’s a nickname sort of what the guys gave me I don’t know. I didn’t give it to myself or anything, it's just-…actually it’s pronounced “Badassatron!!”…In case you were wondering. “Badassatron!!” You like that right?….”Badass-“

“I’m going to need you to talk less.”

“Sure oh yeah no problem. What am I stalking less about? My nickname? That’s fine with me.” Y/N started to walk forward a bit. Giving the two some privacy as they smoke and continues to look at their surroundings. Then joining Elita and B.

“Hey. You’re thinking about what you’ll say when you hand the Matrix to Sentinel aren't you?”

“I can’t help it.”

“D! We’re really doing this.”

“So glad I’m out here with you. This was a great idea.”

The five will continue their journey for what seems like a few hours.

“I’m just having a good time. How much further is the matrix on the map? Make an educated guess that- This is the coolest thing that's ever happened to anyone anywhere I’m telling you! One not two not three, not four but five. Five best friends who are walking through the door- there’s no doors we’re outside.”

Y/N would chuckle finding his humor funny other then the others. They were walking next to B as the others were a bit further.

”B-127 you certainly know how to sing”

”Oh well thank you. You know I just got that talent I guys.”

The two would laugh as Elita rolls her eyes as Orion and D groan until he notices plants from the planet showing again

“Hey look there’s more of it over here.”

Orion would touch the planet life coming out of the ground.

“What is it?”

“It’s not metal.”

“Like some kind of uhh weird nature. It’s weird.”

“So are they.” Soon seeing robot deers

They all then hear a loud noise

“What was that?”

“Uhm I think this is not right, we should go.” Orion seeing dust past him and the deers running the direction they were headed

“Yeah, good idea. “ The five start running getting to what seems like an abandoned town

“Run!”

“What are we running from?”

“What is that!?”

A ship will show itself

“Oh no. It’s a Quintesson ship!”

“What!”

“Oh that ain’t right!!!”

“What do we do? What do we do?”

“Shh. Quiet.”

Soon the five have their backs against a wall. Orion, D, Y/N, B, And Elita all looking up at the sky confused and scared. The five would then see one of the deers running and soon the poor deer was hit with something that caused it to explode. Elita was the one to grab Y/N’s hand after they tripped for a second and kept running

“It’s scanning for lifeforms. Move! Move!”

They soon start running

“Go go go.”

D, Y/N and Elita are able to make to a spot where the structure over them of the town can block the scanners above them.

“Come on! They’re not gonna make it!” Y/N trys to step forward wanting to help them but D and Elita would put their hand on Y/Ns shoulder and chest stopping them as the three watched.

Orion then grabs B by just stopping him as they stay under something that keeps the scanners from detecting them. B soon falling on his knees once they pass. Soon the ship will leave

“What- what were they searching for?”

“Someone to hug B. How should I know?” Y/N hits Ds arm with your fist

“I’m not waiting around to find out.”

“This way we’re close.”

“Quintessons haven’t been for 50 cycles.”

“It doesn’t make sense! There’s nothing out here.”

”What ever they’re looking for can’t be up here!…I hope.”

They soon make it to a cave. Climbing to an unpleasant entrance.

“A cave with teeth. Nothing scary about that.”

They start walking forward. B staying close to Y/N as the two look at the eachother scared and unsure

“Knives coming out of the ceiling. Everyone, do we have to go- ok yep we’re going in. Why shouldn’t we? Just walking into the scariest place I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Not ridiculous.”

They continue to walk until they see a sight that causes them to have to stop for a moment

“I don't believe it…”

“The Primes…”

“We’re here.”

”It’s…..really them..”

The five then start walking deeper in the cave. Elita looking at the body of Solus Prime. D. Walking to the head of Megatronus Prime. Kneeling down as he puts his hand on it. Soon looking angry. Orion looks at Zeta Primes body soon kneeling down before him. Y/N walks to Vector Primes body. Taking a knee and bowing their head to him

“Megatronus Prime…..”

“Zeta Prime….The Matrix?…It’s gone.”

“Lets keep looking.”

“Hey guys!”

Soon the five find rocks pilled together making something that was big and after removing them it’s revealed to be Alpha Trion

“It’s Alpha Trion.”

“He’s powered down, but his spark is still lit.”

B would then give Orion a small cube. Orion puts it in Tyrion’s mouth. He soon awakens and the five step back scared

“Message before!”

“Whoah whoah it’s ok! It’s ok. You’re safe now. The war is over.”

Trion would then stand up and make his way to Zetas body as he held his chest.

“I’ve failed you. Old friend. You deserved so much better than this end.”

“No you didn’t fail. We heard your message. We’ve come to find the Martrix-“

“Your transformation cogs- what happened to you? Who are you?”

“We’re cogless miners. From Iacon.”

“Miners? Why?”

“Well we’d have to drill for energon ever since it stopped flowing.”

“Impossible.”

“That’s why we came to fix things. If we find the Matrix of Leadership and get it to Sentinal Prime he sai-“

“Sentinel Is No Prime!”

“WHAT!?”

“He’s broken. Frantastic.” D and Y/N say looking at eachother thinking the same thing as they look back at Trion.

“What are you talking about? Why would you say that?”

“Sentinel Prime is our protector. He’s been saving us from the Quintessons ever since the-“

“You have not been saved. You’ve been living a lie. I saw the truth with my own eyes. Come. I will show you.”

“For thousands of cycles the war with the Quintessons have been a brutal conflict. Until sentinel, the principled aid to the primes. Intercepted an enemy transmission. There was going to be a secret gathering of Quintesson commanders. Their intermission would end the war. It was a mission so important. We primes took it on ourselves. We agreed to meet sentinel for his sensitive intel. In Secret. Here in this Cave. But we were Not Alone.”

The five would watch as the vision of the primes from the sands move around them

“We were outnumbered but stood as One. Our Victory was Near!” The primes continue to fight until one of them, was stabbed from behind

“Until we were Betrayed.”

It then shows sentinel stabbing one of the primes through the back and soon makes his way to the other primes. Shooting Solus Prime. Decapitating Megatronus head. Then shooting Zeta Prime causing him to fly back. Making the four scared and prepare for impact as he appears to fall on them and slides back a bit.

“Sentinel….why…”

“For all the power of Cybertron.”

“But sentinel never understood the true power of what he desired. The Matrix of Leadership can only be wielded by one that Primus himself deems worthy. And sentinel most certainly was not.”

Orion and D watched. Orion with fear and D with anger. Orion would fall on his knees

“Wai- ho- hold on. Yo-you’re saying that the Matrix of Leadership just vanished?”

“No. No no no no. That is impossible. I don’t believe it.”

“Why would sentinel do that?”

“To make a bargain.”

“A bargain? With who?”

“With the new rulers of Cybertron.”

“Quintessons..”

“There are so many.”

The five would see many ships and then one over them as it heads to an open area. The biggest taking center stage. Y/N would kneel between Elita and B as they all watched to see what’ll happen

“He’s here! Sentinel prime is here!”

Sentinel and the other guard are seen flying and soon land in front of the ships. Transforming. The Quintessons solders soon start marching out of the ship getting in line on both sides before their leader

“Keep your eyes open.”

“They always are.”

The master and one of the leaders floats out. Soon sentinel is seen kneeling as the others behind him do the same. The four gasp quietly from what they just saw. He would then look back and nod. The boxes in the trainsf float and then open.

“I load those crates. Those are filled with contaminated metal.”

“I don't understand. What do the Quintessons want with toxic waste?”

“Our energon!”

“Traitor!’’

“D no.”

“I know what I promised you. But our mines. They’re running out. There’s barely enough energon for us.”

“I swear I will get you the rest.”

“Triple time every mining shift. No miner gets a break until I get my energon. All of it! Lets go!”

From there the Quintessons leave and so does sentinel and the other guards. B let out a sigh and looked down showing to be pretty scared as Elita goes to leave. Y/N noticed this and puts their hand over Bs hand. Comforting him and giving a gentle smile. B would then look down with a bit of a frown and follow Elita after. Orion would then leave back into the cave with the others while D stayed for a bit longer still processing what he just witnessed. Y/N stay down a bit as the three would pass them. Seeing D they come next to them, putting their hand in his arm. When he looked at them he saw their expression was anger. They are just as mad as he is looking at the ships then down. Then they look at D as the two stare at each other. Nothing knowing that each other are very, very upset of what they just witnessed.

“Now you have seen the truth.”

“Everyday…every single day of my life has been a lie.”

“My god I knew it! Deep down I always felt something was off!”

“He deceived everyone.”

“Sentinel bought himself power and then put us to work. Paying off his debt.”

“I can’t believe it. Well obviously I can believe it I just saw it. But I still…I can’t believe it.”

“Sentinel..lied…to my face.”

“He lied to all of our faces! To believe we were protected. To believe we had hope and dreams of a future with no worry of the enemy. No! Gone now. Now that the truth is out.” They would then get a big rock close by. But it not creating any pain or anything to them

“It was all a sham. How could we have been so gullible? Oh this. This is going to change everything.”

“You just had to do it, didn’t you?”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You just had to go to the surface. Head into the Iacon 5000. You just had to break protocol.”

“Who cares about protocol?”

“I do! I care! Because nothing ever happens when you stay on protocol!”

“Sentinel prime has been forcing us to work in the mines until our gears strip! And all the while he’s been giving the energon away to our greatest enemies!”

“And what do you think he’s going to do when he finds out that we know?”

“I’m not thinking about what he’s going to do. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do.”

“Well that’s the whole thing! You’re never thinking about anything else! Just yourself! Fantastic! Another Orion Pax master plan! I can’t wait to hear this!”

“Hey don’t you want to stop him?”

“No, I want to kill him! I want to put sentinel in chains and march him through the mines so everyone can see him for the false prime that he is! I want him to suffer then to die in darkness! But we all know that it doesn't matter what I want right Pax? The fact is we’re just cogless bots, right? We had limited options. And now, now we have non.” Y/N would look down. Getting deep in their thoughts as their hands tighten out of anger

“No son or daughter of Cybertron is born without a cog.”

“Oh yeah, I have been with myself since I came online and this slots always been empty!”

“So what are you saying?”

“No, no way. Nobody can be that evil. Not even sentinel.”

“He removed your cogs before you came online.”

“We were born with transformation cogs. But he-..he-“

“He took them from us.”

“OH so he has not only made us work since the moment we wake up. But he is the reason he are fragile and insignificant to the rest of Cybertron!”

Y/N chuckled a bit at first before speaking. Elita looking at them a bit surprised as she put her hand on their chest when they tried to step forward towards Trion. B putting his hand on their arm. Elita never saw Y/N this upset before

“What defines a transformer-hmm..Is not the cog in his chest but the spark that resides in their core. A spark that gives you the will to make your world better. My fellow primes had that spark and I see their strength in you. Take their cogs and access your full potential. Prima. Onyx. Alchemist. Mircronus. Vector. Warriors of noble spirit. Loyalty, Strength, Their uniqueness enhanced by you.”

From there the cogs inside the Primes float out of their chests making their way as the five float and the cogs go into their chests. Transforming them to full Cybertronians

“They were one. You are one. All are one.”

The four would and on their feet and see they have changed

“Wait we- have- you-you gave us-“

“The ability to change your world. How you choose to use that power is up to you.”

Orion would look up at Alpha Trion was hope and joy in his eyes. D doing the same once he looked at Trion as well. Orion turning back to look at B first as B laughs excited. Elita and D looking at each other excited full with pride. Orion soon turning back again to look at the two. Y/n looking at their self as barely has any words. B and Orion look at them with large smiles on their faces excited. Y/N doing the same as they too cheer.But the moment is cut short when the four soon hears a loud rumble.

Hope you all enjoyed and hope to see you for the next chapter!

Next chapter will be released on Friday Nov. 1st

#transformers one #transformers one x reader #orion pax x reader #d 16 x reader #b 127 x reader #elita 1 x reader #transformers

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Part 3

WinterIron, E, 2.8k - Horror, Body Horror, Brief torture

see blog's pinned post for a list of tags and warnings for the full fic

"What the fuck?"

“What?” Tony asks distractedly, not looking up from carefully highlighting a line in one of the many books spread across the small table.

“Tony," Ty snaps and Tony’s head jerks up, finally registering the anger in his boyfriend’s voice.

“What?” Tony asks again, shoulders hunching defensively and his free hand absently searching for his drink.

"The point of having our own offices is that you don’t spread your shit everywhere," Ty says, motioning pointedly at the books and loose graph paper all over the kitchen.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to- I’ll get it all cleaned up by tonight,” Tony promises. He finishes off his glass of whiskey and resists the urge to glance down at his textbook again, knowing that breaking eye contact will just make Ty angrier.

“Why are you not in your office?” Ty demands, continuing to stare at him, unimpressed. He’s straightening one of his big gaudy cufflinks-

“Are you going somewhere?” Tony asks, belatedly noticing that Ty is wearing an expensive suit, rather than his usual Tuesday night expensive sweats.

"We are supposed to be going to my professor’s for dinner, but I guess you’re standing me up again," Ty says flatly, and Tony winces.

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Tony says quickly, his stomach dropping and twisting with guilt.

He looks between the clock and his own rumpled, sleep-depraved and pajama-clad form. Ty’s right, there’s no way Tony can make himself presentable before it's time to leave, plus-

“I - I’m really behind on this,” Tony says regretfully, tipping his chin down at the book on the table.

He starts to lift his glass again before remembering that it’s empty, and he starts subtly trying to look around for the bottle instead.

"Yeah, because you’ve been spending all your time obsessing over some stupid story," Ty snaps, tugging at the lapels of his jacket a little harder than necessary.

“You’re the one who told me to get a hobby that doesn’t involve robots,” Tony points out automatically, even though he knows it doesn’t do any good to snap at Ty when he’s in this kind of mood.

Sure enough, Ty turns away from checking himself out in the mirror by the front door to glare at Tony as he says, “I clearly didn’t mean getting obsessed with some stupid old urban legend about an ice army-”

“Winter Soldier-”

“Whatever,” Ty snaps with an impatient wave of his hand, keys jangling loudly in his tight grip. "I’ll go by myself, again, but I can’t help noticing that you always seem to have time for ‘Uncle Obie,’" He adds snidely, practically spitting out the name.

"That’s different," Tony snaps, shoving himself to his feet as his chest clenches painfully. He’s already so sick of this fight. "Obie is all I- He’s family," Tony grits out angrily, “not some snotty professor that you’re trying to impress.”

Ty’s expression darkens, and Tony swallows hard.

"I’m making connections," Ty argues for what must be the third time, “just because all you care about lately is getting drunk and chasing some damn ghost story-”

“That- That’s not true,” Tony interrupts, but his voice loses strength by the end because, well, it kind of is.

He has been falling behind on school assignments and missing social events lately, ever since-

And maybe he’s been drinking more lately, but Ty doesn’t have a whole lot of room to judge on that front.

It’s not like Tony doesn’t have a reason for all of it. A reason that has nothing to do with an urban legend.

Mostly nothing.

Ty shakes his head with a short, frustrated sound and says, "Just- clean this shit up before I get home. And use your fucking office."

The front door slams behind him.

Tony lets out a slow breath, left alone with the radio playing quietly in the living room.

It takes him a while to get back into the schematic he’s working on, and by the time he calls it a night he hasn’t accomplished nearly as much as he wanted to.

But he has located and finished off the bottle of whiskey.

He gathers up all of his 'shit’ that’s managed to spread itself around the kitchen and carelessly dumps it onto the already-overloaded desk in his office.

Then he pulls the office door firmly closed behind him and sprawls out on the couch to call Rhodey and pout.

"Okay, but when you say you ‘failed’ the test," Rhodey prompts once Tony has moved on from complaining about Ty to complaining about school.

"I mean I got a B," Tony groans miserably, flopping sideways on the couch.

“That’s not failing,” Rhodey protests with a huff, “in what world is that failing? The only person who would call that failing is-”

He cuts himself off with an audible click of teeth, and it’s been equal parts heartbreaking and endearing watching Rhodey try to navigate around his dislike of Howard since-

Since December.

“You’re too damn hard on yourself, is my point,” Rhodey finishes, like he hadn’t paused at all, and Tony loves him for it. "I still think you should take a break," he adds, voice softer with worry, and unfortunately Tony loves him for that, too.

“I told you platypus, I need to be doing something,” Tony reminds him, trying his best to sound okay. “Something that isn’t just sitting around that house or- or partying my way around the world.”

“I’m sure you’re still doing plenty of partying,” Rhodey teases lightly, officially letting him off the hook for now.

“Well, I am in college.”

“Yeah yeah, just tell your boyfriend to take care of you, alright?”

“I will,” Tony promises, even though he probably won’t, and then pointedly changes the topic to the latest book he’s been trying to get Rhodey to read.

After books, they talk about Rhodey’s new girlfriend, who sounds too cool for him, and then Tony spends a while poking for top-secret information just to see if he can get any.

By the time he gets off the phone, Ty still isn’t back.

Tony hesitates in the hallway for a second, then turns toward his office instead of heading into the bedroom.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Tony drags himself upright.

The shitty cot creaks beneath him and he shivers harder as the blankets piled on him fall away. Cold air tears at his throat-

Everything fades in and out.

He doesn’t stop.

Finally, finally, he can prop himself up against the cold stone wall.

It was probably a bad idea to move. His chest feels like it’s on fire, but-

He couldn’t just lie there anymore.

Staring at the ceiling- struggling to breathe-

At least now he can see around his small cell.

He’s alone again, as far as he can tell. The lights are off.

He has to work up the nerve to tip his chin down.

It’s only the second time he’s actually looked at the thick bandages wrapped around his chest- At the bright spots of fresh crimson and dark streaks of old, dried blood.

The sight of the- the wires emerging from between the layers of fabric makes his empty stomach churn-

Tony tips his head back- tearing his gaze away-

His eyes burn beneath his clenched lids, but he’s pretty sure he’s out of tears.

He has to take shallow, hitching breaths until he stops tasting bile- his throat painfully dry-

When he finally opens his eyes again he doesn’t let himself look down- At his chest, or at the battery he’s connected to-

Instead he looks around at his cell. At least, what he can see of it in the dark.

He hasn’t really bothered to take inventory until now.

These are worktables scattered with tools that he can’t identify at the moment. Crates with labels that he can’t read. Lots of stone wall and a solid steel door-

Tony knows what he should be doing, what he needs to be doing.

Getting up, checking what he has access to and making a plan-

But he’s stuck on the ‘getting up’ part.

Even the thought makes every inch of him throb with pain. Makes his breath wheeze a little louder on the way out.

Maybe if he can just make it to the closest table-

Something moves in the corner of his vision.

Tony whips his head to the left, then grits his teeth and blinks through it while his vision swims.

All he sees is the dark of the cave. Layers of shadows on shadows without any hint of motion.

His heart beats painfully in his chest as he squints, making sure-

He’s still alone.

When he slowly lets out the breath he’s been holding, it hangs in the air for a moment as a thin fog.

Tony feels his eyebrows furrow. It’s not that cold in here, right? He would feel it-

Wouldn’t he?

Movement.

He knows he saw it that time.

He stares, ignoring the clouds of his own breath, until he sees it again.

One of the countless shadows that fill the cell is moving.

It’s not Tony’s.

There’s no one else here.

But the shadow continues to move and it’s the clearly defined shape of a person. Broad shoulders and thick arms-

So there must be someone-

The rational part of Tony’s mind scrambles. Watching the shadow slide over a shelf and behind a table- Trying to figure out- if there was someone to cast it-

Where-?

Threat, his animal brain screams at him, threat, run-

But he can’t run, he can’t move-

He can only take shallow, rasping breaths as something moves through the cell-

Getting closer.

His chest screams in agony as his breathing gets faster. The bandages feel wet against his skin.

Even with his vision starting to blur, Tony tries to keep an eye on the shadow and the nothing casting it-

Until suddenly it’s not nothing.

The shadow passes behind a column of stone, and a figure emerges from the other side.

Solid-

Real-

Tony’s heart lodges itself in his throat, limbs going numb with panic.

He blinks rapidly, sure that he’s seeing things-

The man is still there.

Thick with muscle like the shadow implied. Dressed all in black. Shoulder-length hair falling forward and obscuring his face.

Still moving closer.

Something about him is almost familiar-

Some old memory is trying to make itself known, but his brain has come to a screeching halt and Tony can’t even try to piece it together.

This man doesn’t belong here.

He’s not dressed for the desert, for the cave. Tight black clothing, almost armor, tactical-

A soldier-

Tony doesn’t know where the thought comes from. The man isn’t wearing any kind of fatigues- But-

He’s still moving closer with slow, even steps.

Threat-

Tony can feel the shrapnel working its way deeper in time with his frantic pulse. His panicked breaths still hang in the air.

The cot rattles beneath him with how hard he’s shaking.

This- It can’t be real, right?

His brain is trying to insist that this isn’t real but-

The man is still approaching. Tony can see glimpses of pale skin above the mask that covers most of his face.

Tony can almost see his eyes-

“Anthony,” the man says, and Tony’s heart stops.

His voice is low, slightly muffled by the mask. But even the single word echoes oddly off the stone walls. Ringing- Haunting.

This isn’t real. It’s not-

”Anthony-“ The man says again.

A cloud of cold air accompanies the word, escaping from beneath his mask and rolling down his chest- Pooling around his feet like fog.

Tony’s brain is screaming that this can’t be real, but he can feel the sharp chill of the fog as it rolls closer, as the man-

The soldier-

-starts to reach for him-

Tony chokes out a terrified noise as his vision narrows on the soldier’s hand-

A strange silver color that gleams blue even in the low light-

It stretches all the way up his arm- To his shoulder-

Tony can feel the cold coming off the outstretched fingers- Like they’re made of ice-

Yinsen’s voice runs through his head.

“Do not take his hand-”

Tony flinches back, sucking in a sharp breath-

Only to cry out in pain when pressing himself back against the uneven stone wall has his spine arching, shoulders pulling back-

He hears something in his chest tear-

Blinding agony rips through him, whiting out everything else.

He can’t- His lungs feel hot and wet and he-

He can’t breathe-

The soldier’s approaching hand is just a blur.

He can’t-

Tony opens his eyes to find that he’s back in his old apartment.

It’s dark and silent again.

It hurts when he breathes and Tony doesn’t remember-

He doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t know why he’s dreaming about this place.

Why he keeps dreaming about it.

He’s standing in the hallway again, staring at the door of his office.

It’s the only closed door.

He can see a dim light through the crack at the bottom of the door, like he left his desk lamp on again-

“Anthony-” The familiar, haunting voice drifts through the closed door. “Open the door, Anthony.”

Tony’s breath freezes in his lungs. He tries to back away, but his feet won’t move- They’re too heavy-

No one should be in his office. Even Ty never went in there, especially toward the end-

“I’m waiting, Anthony.”

There’s a cold terror working its way up Tony’s spine and it- It feels familiar.

Like he’s stood here before. Listening to this same, strangely hypnotic voice-

Struggling to resist it.

Tony’s breath is coming too fast and it still hurts-

He’s shaking and he doesn’t know if it’s fear or the quickly dropping temperature.

That’s not good, Ty likes it warm-

"Anthony," The voice repeats, breaking into his thoughts.

Tony jolts- flinching-

He still can’t move, his legs stuck in place- More than heavy, like they’re fused to the floor-

A shadow breaks the line of light beneath the door. And then another.

Two feet. Stepping up to the door and then stopping. Facing it.

Waiting.

“Open the door,” the voice demands again, right on the other side of the thin wood.

The impatience is obvious but there’s also a desperation in the voice that has Tony tipping forward against his will.

He realizes that his feet are free again only when one of them slides towards the end of the hall, towards the closed door.

Tony tries to stop himself, but he can’t-

His feet continue moving without thought- Taking him closer-

The hallway is still getting colder.

Tony puts his hand out and catches the doorframe of the bedroom, yanking himself to an abrupt stop.

His rapid breaths hang around him like a fog and the air tastes strange, like rust and dirt-

Sand-

His legs are shaking so hard that he’s sure they’re going to collapse at any second-

“Come back in, Anthony,” the voice says, practically pleading now and something about it tugs at the hollow pit in Tony’s chest-

What-

His hand goes limp, slides away from the doorframe and then Tony is drifting again.

Helpless against the pull of that rough, dark voice.

He’s almost close enough to reach out and touch the doorknob- His hand is starting to lift-

A sharp sting spreading across his scalp has him stopping short, a startled gasp burning his lungs.

The pain of it feels-

Real.

More real than the hallway- the memory-

The apartment is fading around him. The closed door slides away into the gray distance as Tony is pulled backwards and he-

He doesn’t want to go.

He reaches for the doorknob, but it’s too late.

It’s out of reach.

“Anthony,” the voice says and it still sounds so close-

It sounds real-

“How much longer will you make me wait?”

The water is gritty in his eyes.

In his nose, and his mouth.

In his torn, scorched lungs-

The fingers in his hair tighter, then roughly haul Tony upright.

He gasps when his head is pulled out of the bucket. When he coughs up water it tastes like rust and sand, makes his chest scream in pain as the metal shifts.

The water dripping down his face is cold, but there’s a warmth slowly running down from his sternum.

Tony blinks against the bright lights focused on him.

Where-

Right.

The leader of the Ten Rings steps between him and the light.

“Awake now?” The man sneers while Tony continues blinking, struggling to focus.

Tony isn’t sure that he is.

The man doesn’t wait for an answer.

“No more resting,” he says sharply, "no more wait."

The familiarity of the word makes Tony flinch, a chill running down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold water.

Tony thinks he hears Yinsen’s voice somewhere off to the side, quick and worried- But he can’t be sure-

“Again,” the leader says.

The fingers in Tony’s hair tighten, shove him down-

He thinks he sees the shadow of a hand amid the chaos, reaching out-

Then the water.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucks #bucky x tony #riot writes

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papermint-airplane · 11 months ago

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10 random facts about me

I was tagged by @rebelangelsims 😘

Let's see. I think I've done some random facts asks before so there may be some overlap because I'm not a very interesting person but let's see...

When I was like 6 or something, my brother had me convinced he was Peter Pan and he gave me a little bag of pixie dust. I was (and still am) terrified of heights but he told me if I jumped off the back porch, which was really high off the ground to tiny me, that I would fly if I sprinkled the pixie dust on myself. I got as far as climbing over the railing and trying to summon the courage to jump when he stopped me. Turns out the pixie dust was powdered sugar.

My favorite song of all time is Free Somebody by Luna from f(x). Idk what it is about that song that my brain latched onto like "yesssssss this is the one" but I just love it.

I am named after Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I am intensely weirded out by puppets, particularly of the Muppet variety. There's just something about those felt-covered bastards I don't trust.

I started playing the Sims 1 in 2002 when I was 16. I never owned a single expansion pack for it, but it captivated me so much, I was almost late for work more than once because my pixel people needed me.

I always say "please" and "thank you" to my virtual assistants, not because I'm afraid of a robot uprising, but because that's just how I am. I don't even realize I do it, most of the time. Me and Bixby (I'm a Samsung user) actually have beef because I'll be like "Hey Bixby open Outlook, please" and she'll be like "lol bitch Idk what Outlookplease is" and I'm like "OPEN. OUTLOOK. Please." and she's like "Idk what you want me to do, you don't have Outlookplease installed on your phone" and I'm like "I AM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU" and Bixby just sits there all smug and not opening Outlook like aldjfalsdjfadsjfalsjfsd what do you want from me why won't you accept my politeness???????

I have made my Simself in every version of the game except Sims 1 because it wasn't possible to do so. But in Sims 2, 3, and 4, I have made myself and of course I am always a witch with a black cat familiar.

My addiction to CAS goes back to childhood when I used to make dresses for my Barbies out of random scraps of fabric. I didn't know how to sew, though, so everything was held together with safety pins, dental floss, school glue, and tape.

Not only can I whistle, I can whistle pretty darn well. I can't sing worth a damn so I guess God felt sorry for me and gave me one singular musical talent. It just so happens to be the one that most people find incredibly annoying.

I've been fascinated by Greek mythology since I was a small child entirely too young to be reading Greek mythology. Do you know how much incest there is in Greek mythology?! A lot. A LOT! I was raised by Fundies so it's really surprising I was allowed to read those stories and nobody was like "hey maybe the 6 year old shouldn't be reading about all this murder and incest and baby-eating". Because baby-eating also comes up a surprising amount of times. I still love it, though. Give me a good Greek myth any day.

Hmmmmmm let's see...who to tag...

Well if you read all of that crazy shit up there, I'm tagging you. Yes, you! You reading this!

Also, @venriliz, @getboolpropped, @changingplumbob, @coreene-simblr, @druidberries, and @living-undead don't ask questions just do it unless you don't want to.

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thebunniesgrim · 2 years ago

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Fizz and Blitzo’s Beef doesn’t make any since

To me

(idk why it says my replies are restricted if you cant reply go ahead and just tag your comments or something I am not sure how to turn it off my reply settings say anyone can reply supes sorry)

In my opinion

What do you think?

(This isn't really flaw of the ep it's more just... I guess a me thing? I think?)

Is it just me or does Fizz and Blitzo’s Beef build up not have the effect it thinks its does? What I mean is before Oops biltzo and Fizz obviously had some beef with each other because of what Blizto says to robot Fizz, what Fizz says to Blizto in Ozzie's and also when they see each other in Oops for the first half.

For Fizz it makes some since, but Blizto doesn’t make any what’s so ever because they haven't seen each other since the accident because Biltzo couldn’t visit him, right? Right. So how can this hate be mutual? They were on good terms before the accident as Blizto was going to tell Fizz he liked him but chickened out and it looked like he was mad at Fizz, but he wasn’t.

Why on earth did Blizto not like him(Fizz)? He calls Fizz an over rated sell out jester. You would think someone who was so overwhelmed by guilt of getting his best friend and crush obliterated on accident that he cried when apologizing. wouldn’t have said something so mean about him. Also why is blizto jealous of Fizz if he left bad about the accident wouldn’t seeing Fizz alive and becoming successful make him feel better like “oh awesome I didn’t ruin his life or anything” You can say its jealousy on Blitzos part, but you literally almost killed him so you can only be mad so much (in my opinion) and he is clearly happy for fizz and his accomplishments

And if blizto was pretending to hate Fizz because he assumed Fizz hated him and wanted to just go along with it instead of facing the problem. Well, that goes against everything else we’ve seen blizto do! You're telling me he can sneak into Stolas’ castle, the rehab hospital, find Barbie (even when she doesn’t want to found), and will disregard the boundaries of Moxxie to get what he wants but he couldn’t find or sneak into Fizz’s hospital or somewhere he worked to apologize? Sure right, this is Stolas not finding Octavia even though she had the book with her and stolas could've located the book to find her all over again

also why is blizto so surprised when Fizz tells him he didn’t ruin his life with how well-known and marketed Fizz is obviously you didn’t ruin his life.

Fizz says Blizto’s love life is bad. How does he know that? If the last time they’ve seen each other was on Fizz’s birthday then how in the world does he know that? all of Bliztos known romantic relationships to us the audience is Verosika and Stolas. Unless verosika told Fizzarolli about their relationship how does he know that? “Some nerve you have to comment on a relationship. Last time I checked your love life is pile of shit” last time you checked? Babes, you haven't seen him in 15 years! How did you check? last time you “checked” anything you needed up an amputee

Other eps make it seem like Blizto and Fizz had some big falling out, but they didn’t. So how does all this

“I make more money than you do being a cheap ass robo rip off of an overrated sell out jester”

“Hey, everyone, this guys a total disgrace”

“Some nerve you have to comment on a relationship. Last time I checked your love life is pile of shit”

“I have my own life without you in it”

“Twice is already way too much”

“Well at least I'm still actually working for my shit and not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!”

“My horns were always bigger than yours”

Come form not seeing someone for 15 years?

For Fizz? sure it makes since homeboy blew you up but for blizto to have such a guilty reaction and burst into tear proclaiming about how sorry he was doesn’t make any since. They were so salty towards each other than they haven’t seen each other in 15 years and not having a big fight before they were separated doesn’t make any sense to me. It would be one thing if Blizto was pretending to forget the accident, or keep denying that he started the fire, but he just admits it, and this is obviously something that eats up at him and that he regrets.

Why does blizto have so much animosity towards Fizz? Given what all other episodes and the beginning of Oops makes it seem like Fizz and Blizto had some big falling out and maybe had some type of romantic thing going on and know more knowledge about each other than Oops shows us, but there’s nothing!

thoughts?

Am I watching the show wrong lol?

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss fizzarolli

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afniel · 1 year ago

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When you get this, publish 5 songs you like to listen to, then send it to ten mutuals!

Ooh this should be fun. Only five? I could do this all day but let's go. In fact I'm just gonna give you a chunk off my aptly-named "writing MMX fanned fiction" playlist that I keep going back to listen to, because, well. Guess what I've been doing still.

I feel like there should be a way to do a small embed but if there is I can't find it, sooooo uhhhhh sorry for the long post!

I'm not actually sure if it's got anything to do with the plot but the vibes are impeccable so I kept it. Ghost kinda fucks.

This is so extremely a character song and I won't bore the uninterested by going into it but if you have read any of my shit you can immediately figure out who. I'm 100% positive about that. I dunno where I got this. I think I was just letting Spotify run on its own and it pulled this out and I went, oh hey hold up I can rotate a blorbo to this...

Songs that just hit exactly right when you're writing a series in a setting that's basically running on sentient robot slavery. Essenger is alright, but Scandroid is kinda what makes it work for me. On their own Essenger is a little too downtempo for my tastes.

This is also a character song! Whose? Mmmmm you'll figure it out or you won't. The point is though that it's fucking cool and Gary Numan is doing some awesome shit these days. I wouldn't have even known but my buddy @uendwen send it to me and I immediately was obsessed.

I'm cheating and this is two songs, but the first goes straight into the second without a break, so I'm calling it one.

Really gotta listen to them back to back. Spotify randomly played MHz and I went, whoa, what is this, I kinda like it. The more I listened to it the more I got into it, and then I listened to Problem Me just to see if I liked it, and it slaps also. The vibe was so exactly what I was looking for too. I'd never heard of Modwheelmood. Sometimes the Spotify algorithm is good, actually.

I am a little braindead today and don't feel like finding ten people to send this to, so consider yourself tagged. I wanna hear your tunes. Hook me up with some new shit to listen to.

#long post #music #ask game

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halfbakedspuds · 9 months ago

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Thanks to @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!

OC in Fifteen

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I barely do any of these for the Tempest Prince, so have one for Jason Haliday, the somewhat overprotective, batshit crazy older brother and resident mage of the group.

Also not all of these are narrated from the same POV, and some of these are simply his narration so technically one of his lines, anyway, just bear that in mind.

"Ya'll have been trying so bloody hard to piss me off for five years now. You really want to know what happens when I finally lose my shit? Well I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure myself," I could practically feel the thrum of raw power in my veins, an anthem to the coming storm to accompany the growing smell of distant rain, "Let's find out together, shall we?"

"The world needs heroes, and instead: it got us," Jason said from his corner, "I say the world can deal with it,"

I barely got out of the way before the vaguely Jason shaped blur passed me by, trailing the vague scent of brimstone and the words "Don't follow me!" as he went.

"Hey!" He belted across the way to them, wiping bright red blood from his lips and raising his little wooden blade yet again, "I ain't heard no bell, get your arses back here!"

"The plan?" He echoed. A moment later he simply shrugged, "Shit man, I don't know, just try to ball harder than this Cthulhu looking asshole, I guess,"

Great. Even in death someone needs me for something, fuck's sake.

"Hayibo, s'mos jus' down the street and a sho't left at the robot. You got that, nê?" I shot [Jason] a look to say that only he and I understood any of that. He shot me a grin saying that that was the point.

"I'm prancing around like a little leprechaun, does it fucken look like I'm ready for this?"

"Well," I said, sliding my back down the wall to sit beside her, "For what it's worth, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Hell, I was just having a go at you for being an ass, but if I had any idea about any of this shit..." I shook my head, idly drawing in the dust around me, "God knows, I'm out of my depth on this one. You're right, I don't belong here,"

I probably should've been scared out of my mind. Instead, all I could think was 'Holy shit, I need to ask about this lady's workout routine',"

"It's not like you're the one getting hijacked by the drunken ghosts of Christmas past, present and future, now are ya?"

"You know, mom's gonna kill us if we die,"

"Sorry tjomma, but I just gotta ask you something- you know how it is, I'm neither subspecies: neutral party and all that- so uh... Exactly what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

"Hey, Aten, can you tell your little cadre of gods to shut up for a second? The grown-ups are talking,"

Lord give me patience because I will strangle this boy if you give me strength.

No pressure tag for @honeybewrites @illarian-rambling @thatoneterrariaplayers-vault @orion-lacroix and anyone else who wants in

#writeblr #writing #wip #ya fiction #Tempest Prince #oc in 15

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 1 year ago

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Two Truths & A Lie Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling! Sorry it took me awhile to get to it!

I tag: @vacantgodling @kk7-rbs @chayscribbles @televisionjester @winterandwords @the-void-writes @isherwoodj (Only if y'all want! Open tag too!)

Rules: post a 24-hour poll with two truths and a lie about your OC and have people guess which is the lie.

Uhh shit I feel like this will either be hella easy or really difficult but let's go Hollis (Robots & Gardens).

#writeblr #tag games #have fun XD

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the-starry-seas · 11 months ago

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yeah i'm watching the borderlands movie, liveblogging-style commentary below

spoiler-free tldr: dedication to aesthetics and easter eggs. a handful of funny lines. about half of them didn't land at all. the lack of blood is rather unforgivable. would've been a 6.5/10 if that exact script was for different brand-new characters. as it is, 3/10 due to the character assassination

no reason for tiny tina to not be blowing the shit out of random things what is this girl doing ??????????????? character assassination

roland kinda gives me bl1 vibes but i'm still not even vaguely sold on hart's casting

probably the only psycho to not be screaming about meat bicycles 0/10 also that jumpsuit just looks... cheap. love the mask though.

wym knox

is that supposed to be a skag?

MARCUS WOOOOOO honestly this guy nailed it good job. though the ponytail... i'm confused. did i just never notice marcus had long hair? (one google later: yeah i'm unobservant as shit)

i don't recall anywhere but the literal actual dump in bl1 looking anything like this. krom is an interesting namedrop though

oh fuck yeah i love seeing robot POV- oh shit they're canonising lilith's last name being cashlin?

oh shit i know that bunty board mission look!!!! nice tbh

this voiceover is. not working for me however.

okay i love everything about claptrap, this is the obnoxious twerp that i know and... tolerate. yeah, let's go with tolerate. "even completely unjustified ones like yours" HAH

yeah lilith i feel that violence/expression combo

i cannot at all understand how the echonot is... a bot-only thing? but then again there's no other reason to have him tag along

OH SHIT I KNOW THOSE CROSSHAIRS

ah those fucking rakk

bunny! i know that bunny! got a booty like POW

LMAO good going tina finally she bears some resemblance to canon

zero reason for lilith to not teleport here but i guess they're saving the siren reveal? for some reason?

"LIKEABITCH" "MY BIG BRUDDAAAA" i kinda like it tbh. she was never going to be tina in a pg-13 movie but this is near-ish enough that i'm not upset

where's krieg during all of this exactly? ah there we go

wilhelm scream!

cgi on teh creature is looking a little shaky

claptrap's dedication to annoyingly singing everything, yeah, it tracks

okay so characterisation is... y'all've heard everyone bitching since the first trailer, right? but tina and krieg BFFs are growing on me and i'd read the fanfic

i'm not over krieg having hair sorry i even googled to make sure he didn't in bl2

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE

could they not have worn normal masks instead of whatever these glowy cyberpunk things are?

"kriegy give me a ride!" oh they're cute

w. what is moxxi's accent? also why does lilith have mommy issues suddenly

temu tannis. honestly i think the casting for her isn't horrible, and the characterisation isn't as bad as some other characters, but it's still not what i'd expect

i'm not buying eridian clone. do we not remember what eridians look like.

this is supposed to be sanctuary???? geez they had so many other visual things nailed, i don't. get that. arguably one of the most iconic places in the series, idk how it's That

oh shit, caustic caverns?

yeah tina and krieg are everything to me

"hope blooms in the strangest places" coming from tina is the worst, it's a perfectly fine line but from TINA? would've been fine from lilith

i am not buying that knife-throwing action, would it have been so hard to find a stunt guy who knew how to do that already?

an ambush by dozens of enemies sure would be a nice time for some siren powers but tbf that is some pretty smooth gunwork

krieg dragging claptrap up the staircae and hitting every stair along the way LMAO

would it have killed them to have ANY lighting in that hallway

no way on earth did tina just snap a guy's neck

IT'S TIME TO BLEEEED HAHAHA yeah i'll give em that one, nice

at this point i'm wondering if lilith is human. with the characterisation in this movie it would not surprise me if tina was a siren instead. and siren tina could be cool! but c'mon. ah so tina teleported them. yep.

firehawk is what? i mean i don't mind it. but. canon, y'all. then again tina is phasewalking so

oh no way did roland survive that

that certainly is a scene that happened

was this one of the workers' villages that got abandoned when the corporations pulled out? bandits attacked and she got orphaned, sent offworld, and fell in with a violent crowd? that's actually a decent backstory tbh, it's just. not lilith's backstory.

i swear this hole place looks familiar i just can't place which map it's from

oh that miniboss-looking dude has a baller design

OH IT'S THE SYRINGE NOISE WOO

that was dumb as hell, killing knox like that

OH FINALLY SIREN POWERS and looks like rewriting the elevator bit yeah it was phasewalking after all

"you have my word" oh yeah that's valuable

"i have to open it" you could just. teleport them out. like you teleported in. could you not. or just kill atlas.

okay the vault arch building does look pretty neat

FIREHAWK WINGS YES

whatever cgi they're doing with floating lilith... i don't like that.

Do Not Hurt The Tina

Do Not Hurt The Krieg

okay the firehawk shield effects are pretty cool

NOBODY KILLS ME BUT ME YEAH

i will always support kids being able to beat up their abusive parents

ooh hentai

ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER

i still don't get these shantytown vibes for sanctuary but i do love me some fireworks

glorious meat fiesta

"come onnn do the thing" i love when characters say that and the other character is all naaah but then gives in almost immediately cause they love the person asking

FIREHAWK IN THE SKY ALERT DEEPLY FUCKING COOL

#borderlands movie

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mrbonsaibones · 1 year ago

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you guys (nonexistent people) might have forgotten I write fanfic huh.

anyway, here's my latest foray into hurting your feelings with my writing. Arcane x Signalis au, where I put Caitlyn through The Horrors.

Word Count: 1,202

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Major Character Death

Pairing: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Blood and Injury, robot blood but same difference in this case, Dissociation, like hella dissociation, cait is going Through It alright, yeah so vi is dead, SORRY YALL, its not mentioned in detail but its there, Um., Body Horror, kind of, yeah this might be the darkest thing I've written to date, super cathartic to write but oof man, shits rough, Signalis AU, Replika Biology (SIGNALIS)

idk how to do this whole "posting your fics" thing but here's the summary. mind your damn spoons, this shit is rough, note the tags before you read.

Summary:

What she needs is a fucking break. And a few repairs. Having her right arm back would be nice. And her left breastplate. And her ribs. And her eye. Of course, Caitlyn could just lay down and die. It would probably be easier. But she can’t. She’s gotten this far already. She made a promise. And she can’t stop now. Or A signalis au. I put Caitlyn through Even Worse Horrors. Warning for gore, injury, heavy dissociation, etc. If you played signalis you know what we got going on here.

have fun i guess??? I'm actually pretty proud of this one ngl

#arcane #arcane fanfic #fanfic #my fanfic #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #not tagging this signalis because I'll be honest it's mostly arcane #don't wanna mess with the tag yk #anyway #still signalis au though #my writing #enjoy???

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crazycookiecrumbles · 4 years ago

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A Very Stark Thanksgiving

A/N: IT’S A HOLIDAY SPECIAL, BITCHES

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired.

TAG LIST NOTES: I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, mentions: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Katy Chen, Xialing Xu, Steve Rogers, just about everyone.

Warnings: fluff/crack drabble? I don’t know how to categorize it. swears.

Summary: It’s a Thanksgiving Holiday Special as Avengers and their families congregate at the new East Coast facility to share in the love, with a special surprise at the end.

WC: 4,891

“No,” you sighed, rubbing the temples on your forehead “No. Just, no.”

“Please?” you heard Morgan’s voice over the phone and it made you want to fall out of your chair in guilt. “Please?”

“Morgan, that’s not fair.”

“Well, duh,” Morgan answered. “But if you come over for Thanksgiving, we can be together. Don’t you want to be together?”

You gritted your teeth, “I hate you so much you demon little child.”

You could hear Pepper snort over Morgan’s maniacal giggling, “So, you’re coming?”

“Yes,” you sighed dramatically. “Fine. Fine, I’ll be at the dumb compound for dumb Thanksgiving. I thought it was only going to be us at the house, by the way.”

“It was, at first,” Pepper began. “But with everything going on with everyone, I thought it would be nice to get everyone together.”

You sighed dramatically. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at the monitors to see Shangqi using the training facility in the new West Coast Avengers towers.

“I guess I won’t have to skip tonight’s flight, then.”

“Good, good. And about Steve — “

“Does he have anyone he can even go to?” You asked, already regretting the question.

Pepper sighed, “I wanted to know how you felt about him being there before I asked Wednesday to just lock him in his room the entire time.”

You sighed heavily, “He’s stupid and I hate him. But, ugh, that’s just….that’s fucking depressing. Fine. I’ll allow his presence there.”

“That’s big of you, sweetheart. I’m proud. And Shangqi is still coming, right?” Pepper asked.

You watched Shangqi practicing against the dummy and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. He’s excited. He said he’s been training for Morgan’s robot dragon fights.”

“And we will be victorious for the land of Das’Morganthia,” Morgan chimed in quickly.

You blinked, “What the fuck did that child name her imaginary land?”

Pepper chuckled, “I don’t ask questions about her naming strategies. It changes by the day. Your car will be at the airport for you. I love you. We’ll see you tonight.”

You hung up the phone and leaned over to press the red button to activate the intercom system, “Hey Bus Boy.”

He groaned, “I hate that name!”

“But I love it,” you grinned. “Change of plans. Dinner’s at the compound.”

“Why?”

“Pepper thought after everything that’s been going on that we should all be together. Which is fair, and nice, I suppose. I tried to get us out of it.”

Shangqi hummed. He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced up at you through the observation window, “You want to avoid Steve, don’t you?”

You shifted in your seat, “I just don’t feel like hearing him say, ‘Here, doll, I buttered your roll just how you like it.’”

“Ew, babe.”

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat, “Do you want to skip?”

“No, no. It’ll be fine,” Shangqi said. “Besides, I still have to fight dragons with Morgan. I can’t miss that.”

You smiled softly, “Then go shower, Bus Boy. We’ve gotta head to the airport.”

~*~

When you two approached the compound, you could see the various vehicles parked outside and you knew you guys were some of the last to arrive. You felt fingers dancing on your arm before a hand slipped into yours, and you glanced over to see Shangqi smiling.

“It’s going to be fine. I doubt Steve’s going to try to win you over during the holiday.”

“You’d be surprised how stubborn and determined Steve is,” you remarked.

Shangqi snickered. Shaking his head, he brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed the top of it, “Well, something tells me it’ll be really special, regardless.”

You laughed, “It’s just Thanksgiving. Come on, let’s get inside. I’m on dessert duty.”

“I feel like you’re always on dessert duty.”

You shrugged, “No one can be trusted but me. They have no patience for the process, they just want to eat it all. The monsters. I ever tell you about my dad and brownies?”

Shangqi smiled brightly as he grabbed your lug from the car. You’d been more open recently, and he’d been falling more in love with you. You openly told him stories of the past, now, and even more about your dad, even a few about your mom. He was enjoying this.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, let me regale you, handsome,” you said as you grabbed one of the bags and walked in with him. “One time, I made brownies for when the team came back from taking down a Hydra base. I didn’t go because I had a project I was working on that was time sensitive. Anyway, I’m asleep. They came back and I had left the tray on the kitchen counter. My dad took the entire tray away so no one else could have it and he stashed brownies all around the tower so he had a snack for the week.”

He laughed, “Wow, that’s excessive.”

“You’re telling me. Thor and Clint were rabid going around the tower trying to find them. They never did. He was so good at hiding snacks it’s insane.”

“I can’t blame him. I would do the same.”

“You did. You hid cupcakes. From Katy. On her birthday.”

Shangqi pursed his lips as you stared up at him waiting for a response. He shrugged his shoulders, “She understood. They were really good.”

“I’m surrounded by children,” you snorted and adjusted the bag strap on your shoulder as you two went to Shangqi’s room. While you were heading there, you heard a voice that made you stop in your tracks.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Almighty Starkling gracing us with her presence. My, aren’t we all just so blessed?”

You turned around and saw Clint shutting a door behind him with a smirk on his face. He leaned against the wall as you dropped your bag on the floor and ran towards him. He groaned when you launched yourself at him, crushing him with a hug that made you hear several of his bones cracking.

“I missed you, you big dumb idiot,” you mumbled as you hugged him tightly. “You look good. Old, but good.”

His smile was lopsided as he tutted and returned your hug with just as much love, “I missed you too, kiddo. You look like shit, as per usual.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed.

Clint laughed and ruffled your hair. He looked up to see Shangqi heading over to the two of you after setting the bags down. Offering a smile, Clint stuck his hand out, “Nice to see you again, Shangqi.”

“Yeah, likewise, man,” Shangqi shook his hand. “You know, without the panic that this one ran off to another country.”

“She does that,” Clint nodded. “You ever hear about those Earthquakes a couple years ago that shook the whole midwest?”

“Yeah.”

“Panic attack,” Clint nodded. “Oh, or that massive, massive avalanche in the Alps? Her.”

Shangqi’s eyes widened, “What?”

Clint nodded, “Yup. Someone threatened Tony and she destroyed that facility, and everything in a five mile radius. Come on. Let’s get a beer. I’ll tell you more about her running away by herself instead of facing her issues with people.”

You sighed and watched them walk away, “Men,” you muttered under your breath and grabbed the bags to drag to his room.

“Hey, look, man,” Shangqi whispered as they walked together. “I’m glad you’re here. I have something I wanted to ask you about —“

“I know,” Clint nodded. When Shangqi looked surprised, he shrugged, “I could tell by the way you were fidgeting you wanted to get away from Stark for a bit. You talk to Pepper about it?”

He nodded, then looked shocked, “Wait. How — “

“Spy,” Clint said easily, pointing to himself. ��People are predictable. So, hit me with it, kid.”

~*~

After dropping your bags off and being rid of your best friend and your boyfriend, all on their accord, you decided to go straight to the kitchen to get started on the baking. On the way there, you felt yourself get grabbed around the waist and lifted into the air. You screeched and looked over your shoulder to see Bucky laughing at you.

“Wow, you didn’t see that coming, Stark?”

“I wasn’t listening like that,” you huffed. “Hi, Bucky.”

He grinned and gave you a hug, “Hey, Stark.”

You shook your head as you returned the hug, “When’d you get in?”

“Ah, came in with Barton. Bike’s in the garage looking like shit. Do you want to —“

“You know I’m not as good as dad with cars,” you said quickly.

He shrugged, “Help me then?”

“Later, I’ve got to get baking.”

“Fine,” He sighed dramatically and followed you to the kitchen. “No Katy? Thought she was coming.”

“She did, actually. Shangqi and I got her on the way in but she stayed in the city to do something. I don’t know. She said it was something personal to take care of. I didn’t pry.”

“Shocking,” Bucky remarked and leaned against the counter to watch you peer into the box of baking necessities you had sent to the compound. “What are you making?”

“Well, Sam’s bringing sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie, so thank god for Sam.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “He’s just fine. Not that great.”

“You are such a child,” you admonished. “I’m making my mom’s cookies, some apple pies, cupcakes, brownies.”

“Jesus, Stark.”

“You should’ve seen the list of things I said no to,” you remarked. “Getting everything done tonight so I can rest all day tomorrow.”

“You mean micromanage everyone else doing the cooking.”

“I don’t — I don’t micromanage.”

“You’d micromanage how we eat your baked goods if you could,” Pepper remarked as she entered the kitchen with two giant bags and Morgan hot on her heels. “Actually, sometimes, you definitely do.”

Bucky took the bags from her, the two giving each other a kiss on the cheek in greeting as he set them on the island. When Bucky turned around he bent down and made a fist to bump against Morgan’s. Clutching her Bucky Bear, she gave him a fist bump before running around the counter to greet you. She waited for her mom to finish hugging you before she hugged your legs.

“And hello to you too, Morgan,” you bent down to hug her tightly. “Nice bear.”

“Thank you,” she grinned. “Where’s Shangqi?”

You laughed, “Why, you miss him?”

Morgan rolled her eyes, “Because he’s going to be my uncle, duh.”

You made a face, “Huh?”

Bucky and Pepper shared a look that you missed entirely, a look of panic and frenzy as Pepper bent down and placed her hand on Morgan’s shoulder.

“She just means that she’s considering giving him the title. You know, she’s still evaluating him,” Pepper lied.

You nodded, “That’s true. Hey, tell him he’s on probation but don’t tell him why. I think it’s funny.”

Morgan’s eyes lit up at the possibility of mischief, “Okay!”

You beamed, “Good. And later on when I start making brownies, why don’t you come join me? Brownies were dad’s favorite dessert I made.”

Morgan clutched the bear tightly to her chest, “Really?”

You nodded, “Yes. He liked chocolate even more than Pepper. Crazy, right?”

Morgan beamed. She nodded along and ran away to look for Shangqi. Pepper was chasing after her trying to get her coat from her. You glanced to Bucky who asked if you had needed anything before he split. You shook your head and sent him away.

“Wednesday,” you said aloud. “Play my music.”

~*~

“I think it’s really, really cheesy and kind of ridiculous, but I think she’ll be happy,” Clint said with a nod. “good for you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. You know, after talking to Pepper she told me I should come talk to you, so — I mean, because, you know, her dad isn’t —“

Clint groaned, “Stop. You’re making me feel old. I get it. I’m her fake big brother, it’s fine.” Clint took a sip of beer and glanced around Shangqi, “Oh, speaking of older siblings. Hi there, Ms. Morgan.”

Morgan smiled shyly at Clint, “Hi, Legolas.” She turned her attention to Shangqi and climbed onto the sofa while Clint sat there quietly stewing over the nickname that was, apparently, never going to leave him. Shangqi outstretched his arms to hug Morgan, who wrapped hers tightly around his neck. “Hi Uncle Shangqi.”

Shangqi chuckled, “I’m Uncle now?”

“You’re on probation,” She said rather flatly. Shangqi looked surprised, but Pepper finally caught up to her speedy little girl.

“Y/N told her to say that,” Pepper explained.

“Ha,” Clint laughed.

“But I didn’t even — wow,” Shangqi shook his head while Morgan was laughing. “And how are we today, Ms. Morgan?”

“Good! I’m going to make brownies later with my sister,” Morgan explained. “Can we play?”

“In a little bit, okay?”

“Okay.” she nodded and turned to jump off of the sofa. She gasped and pointed ahead of her at the doorway. They all looked up to see Steve entering the room to people he hadn’t seen since the snap. He cleared his throat and nodded to Pepper as he quietly said hello.

“Steve,” She said flatly. “You look well.”

“You as well. Thanks for letting me come.”

“That wasn’t my decision,” Pepper explained with a smile. “I would’ve put you back in the ice so you can suffer another lifetime with absolutely no one familiar around you. Again.”

Steve blinked, “Duly noted, ma’am.”

Morgan jumped off of the sofa and walked over to Steve. He glanced down at her before kneeling down. She could see that he was the same man that showed up on her doorstep long ago to talk to her father, and not shortly after, her dad was gone, her sister ran off and was sad, and this man was, apparently, no longer her uncle.

“Old Uncle Steve,” She said, finally able to enunciate the ‘v’ in his name.

He nodded, “Morgan.”

Winding back, Morgan surprised everyone by punching Steve in the face. Pepper gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth in pure shock that her daughter punched Steve in the face. Shangqi’s jaw fell open because he never thought she would actually punch someone in the face. As for Clint?

“Ha!” Clint howled with laughter after choking on his beer. “That is the greatest thing I’ve seen so far, littlest Stark.”

“Morgan!” Pepper gasped and looked at Steve. “I — wow, I am sorry, Steve. I can’t believe —“

“It’s okay, Pepper.” Steve said as he stood up. “I know everyone wants to do worse than that to me anyway. I’ll just get out of here, Clint, Shangqi.”

“Rogers,” Clint nodded while Shangqi simply raised a hand, still in disbelief over what Morgan did.

Steve left the room, and Morgan turned around to see Shangqi leaning down to her level.

“Morgan, you are my favorite Stark.”

“Well, duh.”

~*~

Humming to yourself, you were working hard on your baking. Sam, his sister, and her kids had arrived and put the pies in the refrigerator for tomorrow. Happy, Peter, and May were on their way. Scott was bringing Cassie around soon, and you were still waiting for Katy.

And, at the moment, you were struggling with a can.

“What do you mean I can’t open this fucking can?” you growled to yourself. “I will end you. Oh, maybe I need a laser — ugh I don’t feel like leaving.”

An idea hit you. You had pretty good control over your powers. You’d done some crazy shit in your lifetime, so maybe you could open this can without making the entire thing explode, right?

You held the can in your hand, took a deep breath, and tried to make the lid pop off without making the filling shoot out completely. It did not work. The can opened up instantly. The lid shot off the top at a violent speed and hit the ceiling. The rest of the can exploded in your hand. Part of the can split and sliced the flesh between your thumb and index finger.

“Oh my god, Y/N!”

You looked up to see Steve had entered just in time to see your hot mess. You pursed your lips and looked down at the blood rushing from your hand before looking back up at him.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Steve.”

He sighed and went to grab a kitchen towel. He shook his head at the mess you made as he wrapped the towel around the hand. “Starting early on the holiday injuries?”

“Not on purpose. The can opener broke.”

“So you turn the can into a bomb while it’s in your hand.”

“I thought it would work,” you mumbled, watching Steve bring your hand to the sink to run it under water and get rid of the pumpkin puree.

He sighed and shook his head, “I’m surprised you’re letting me even help you.”

“I said I’d be civil,” you remarked. “And I’m going to be. Unless you give me a reason not to be.”

“I won’t,” Steve shook his head. “But, Y/N — “

“Steve — “

“Thanks for letting me be part of this,” he said. “I know you and everyone basically want to murder me, so.”

“It’s a front,” you explained. “They’re mad at you for what you did to me, yeah, but they still love you. They’re just hurt.”

He snorted in amusement, “When did you get so wise?”

“My boyfriend is very good at listening and giving advice. Not always on the execution of it.”

“Sounds like you,” Steve mused and told you to wait for a moment. He bent down and grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. Standing back up, he kept your hand outstretched on the counter so he could clean it up and stitch it for you. “You know, for what it’s worth, he does seem like a good man.”

You gasped, “Wow. Steve Rogers complimenting my boyfriend? Color me impressed. Does this mean you’ll back off?”

“No,” he said confidently as he cleaned your wound. “I still love you, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you and prove to you how much you mean to me, and that I’m still —“

“Stubborn, pig-headed, self-righteous idiot?”

“Yes. That,” He sighed and placed the steri-strips across your wound. “I love you. I still do. I always will. I will make sure you know that, whatever it takes, starting with this kitchen.”

“Oh, hell no,” You laughed. “No, get out. I got it.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. He gestured to your hand with his chin, “You can’t roll your mom’s cookies with that hand. It’s gonna hurt too much — I know you’ll try but you’ll stress yourself out because you’ll be fearing something unsanitary happening, even with gloves on. You’ve still got crusts to pinch, dough to roll, batters to make, nuts to grind. You need help.”

“And why does my help have to be you?”

“Because I’m the only one who has helped you in the kitchen that you have yet to yell at,” he pointed out.

“Bucky used to help his mom and sister though.”

“Bucky will eat everything before it leaves the mixer,” Steve deadpanned. “Sam’s capable, but he keeps wanting to experiment on your recipes rather than listen to you.Pepper mixes up the steps sometimes because, well, you write recipes in the worst way —“

“No, I don’t!”

“Your pumpkin pie recipe says ‘five seconds of milk’. You know that, right?”

You pouted, “Well, Clint —“

“Will eat it. Like Bucky, and Bruce doesn’t have the patience. We don’t even know how Scott will be.”

“Bet I can get Peter to help.”

“If he were here.”

“Well, Shangqi — “

“You and Morgan banned him from helping. I heard about that. Come on. No funny business. I’m right here. Just let me help. I’ve done this with you for many years. I know the drill.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but he had a point. Steve was the only person who didn’t test you in the kitchen and actually listened, like a good soldier taking orders. Plus, he knew your lingo, so to speak, when you did your recipes, and he was familiar with all of it.

“Fine. No funny business,” you repeated.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded and grabbed an apron off the hook. “You have more pumpkin?”

“I always buy extra,” you said. “Can opener doesn’t work, though.”

You watched as Steve quietly grabbed a knife, stabbed the lid, grabbed the opening he had made, and rip the lid off with ease. You scoffed and muttered that he was a show-off before you two started working.

~*~

If Shangqi had made it obvious that Steve baking with you made him want to set the man on fire after stabbing him six million times, it would’ve looked like he was horribly insecure about his presence even though he would repeatedly say that he felt nothing for that man because he wasn’t intimidated. However, when he went with Morgan to the kitchen to get water and saw you two silently baking together, he felt like committing treason against the country by murdering a relic.

And he definitely knew he could quietly sneak up on him. Or maybe he’d use the rings and really Pummel Steve’s perfect face into the ground — forget it. Nope. Not worth it. He totally shouldn’t do this.

You two had baked everything together, and Steve only left after helping you prep the brownies so you and Morgan could do that together and he could leave so he wouldn’t intrude on family time, and so Morgan wouldn’t commit another act of assault against him. He figured this was a good, passive way to get on your good side.

You finished baking together, everything was ready tomorrow, and you made an announcement to everyone that if they touched a single dessert before tomorrow, you’d slaughter them.

~*~

Come Thanksgiving day, everyone was there. Rhodey and Happy had crushed you in hugs. Seeing you sent them back to thinking about their long-gone best friend. Everyone was as nice as they could be, with the exception of friendly roasting. That was allowable.

During your snacking phase of the early afternoon while waiting for the Turkey to be done, you finally heard Katy’s voice. Grinning, you got up and ran over to see Katy and were surprised to see someone else with her.

“Oh, shit,” you blurted out. “Hi, Xialing!”

She smiled and nodded her head, “Hi, Y/N. Katy brought me.”

“Yeah, thought I’d surprise someone with a little Ling Ling action!” Katy shouted as she grabbed Xialing’s shoulders. “Where is he?”

Everyone turned to look for him. Shangqi was spotted only because they could hear him making dragon noises. You snorted and crossed your arms over your chest, watching your boyfriend chase Morgan and her wooden sword around.

“Hey, dragon breath!” Katy shouted. “Look!”

Shangqi stopped short when he heard Katy. Frowning, he turned, thoroughly prepared to insult her own breath when he saw Xialing standing there, “Mei mei?”

Xialing waved, “Surprise?”

Shangqi grinned and made his way over to her, giving her a hug as he expressed how happy he was to see her. Xialing explained that Katy wanted to surprise him by bringing the two together for a holiday. Shangqi looked to Katy and grinned to hug her just as tightly.

Shangqi proudly introduced his sister to everyone, stopping specifically in front of Morgan.

“Ms. Morgan,” he began. “This is my little sister, Xialing.”

Morgan stared up at her, “Hi Xialing. I’m a little sister too.”

“Oh?” Xialing asked and looked around before her eyes settled on you, “Her?”

Morgan nodded, “We have daddy’s same unamused face.”

Xialing blinked, “Your vocabulary is fantastic.”

“I know. Thank you.”

~*~

Katy introduced Xialing to Bucky, and you couldn’t but notice the biggest smirk on Bucky’s face as he watched Xialing and Katy talk to each other. You made a mental note to ask him if he also agreed the two were a thing.

Dinner went very well. The table was loud with conversation. Morgan was telling Peter about her latest adventures, and Sam was spending his time roasting the life out of Bucky to his own sister, to try to make sure he humbled this man in front of her, at least a little bit.

After a massive dinner, there was a break before you guys would move on to dessert. Bruce suggested movies, which turned into Scott suggesting Thanksgiving movies, which lead to an argument that there weren’t really any good thanksgiving movies, so Clint suggested they come to some sort of compromise: action Christmas movies.

While everyone started saying what movies could fall under this category, Shangqi tapped you on the shoulder and leaned over you to whisper in your ear from behind, “Meet me outside?”

You shrugged and nodded. Setting down your drink, you slid off the back of the sofa and followed Shangqi out the glass doors. You both leaned against the railing. The cold fall air made you shiver, so Shangqi slipped off his jacket and put it around you.

“What a gentleman,” you teased with a smile on your face.

“I try,” He grinned, and for the first time today, you noticed he was sweating in the cold.

“Are you okay? You look, well, sick.”

He laughed nervously again and fiddled with his hands, “Um, well. Uh. You know. I thought this was smart at first, you know, making you be here with all your loved ones and people who cares bout you. Even my sister is here, which is wild and so awesome.”

You blinked, “Uh huh…”

He cleared his throat, “And uh, I know I was sneaking around a bit.”

You nodded, “Yeah, Wong told me he sent you on some missions. It’s fine.”

“That’s a lie,” Shangqi said.

“Oh,” you blinked. “Do I…do I need to, like, murder you now?”

“What? No, no! Okay. I’m shit at this,” he took a deep breath. “I love you, you know? Remember our conversation during that snow storm? How I wanted you to be the mom of my kids one day when we’re both ready?”

You nodded, “You uh, you’re not ready yet, are you? Because I’m definitely not ready for that.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “No, no, but I’m ready for something else.”

You pushed off the railing when you saw him move from the corner of your eye. Looking over you gasped when you saw Shangqi on one knee and holding out a black velvet box with the prettiest ring you’d ever seen.

“I’ve kind of been doing a few fights at the club because, let’s face it, valeting doesn’t pay a ton and I wanted to be able to get you a ring before we’re old and grey. Y/N, I love you and —“

“Yes!”

“I didn’t even ask.”

“Okay, fine, hurry, hurry!”

He laughed, “I love you. I want every part of the rest of my life to be with you, all the adventures, the good and the bad, all my memories, I want you in them. Will you marry me?”

“YES!”

You tackled him to the ground after he put the ring on your finger. He laughed as you two lay on the ground with you planting kisses all over his face. He felt the ground rumbling beneath him, and he knew it was because you were so happy. For once, your powers released from happiness and not stress or rage.

You both stood up. Holding hands, you walked back inside the living room where your friends and family shouted and raised their glasses in a toast. Pepper and Clint smiled at each other, and you wondered if they knew what was happening as everyone offered their congratulations.

You could see Steve standing in the background quietly sipping his beer. He gave you one nod of his head. He was being polite. You could see how forced it was. But you knew that look in his eye was determination, and you wondered what he had planned.

“Uncle Shangqi!” Morgan said as she hugged the two of you.

You quickly pieced it together and looked down at her, “You little fucking shit. You knew.”

She nodded her head excitedly, “Yes, yes I did.”

You glanced at Shangqi who shrugged, “I asked Pepper.”

“And me too,” Clint added.

“What the fuck?” You laughed. “Wow. That’s…that’s adorable.”

“Hey, I didn’t give the okay, though,” Peter chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, “Next marriage, Peter.”

“Cool.”

Shangqi blinked, “Wait, what?”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you laughed and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “I love you, Shangqi.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

As everyone was about to celebrate with dessert, you noticed that Katy and Bucky had been uncharacteristically quiet. You looked around until you saw the two of them quietly trying to decimate a pumpkin pie by themselves.

“You mother fuckers!” You yelled. “Really?”

“Eat, eat faster,” Bucky said quickly and quietly.

“Shit, she’s getting closer,” Katy said as she grabbed the whipped cream can and sprayed it into her mouth. “Hurry up, Barnes!”

“Yeah, mother fuckers!” Morgan shouted happily.

“Morgan!” Pepper groaned, “Damn it, Y/N!”

“Oh, fuck.” You muttered to yourself. “Happy Thanksgiving?”

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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