#i think she is a fun character all around

[goblinsatchel]

The Owl House really is the show that encapsulates what it means to be Pro-Fiction and Anti-Censorship in a society largely influenced by puritanical Christian beliefs.

The show was made by weirdos, about weirdos, for weirdos.

The prison is literally called the Conformatorium where they lock up the wild witches, the artists, the writers, and the undesirables. If you’re not contributing to society in a way they deem meaningful they have no use for you.

Worse: If you’re actively pushing back against the status quo you’re a threat and you must be silenced. (Sounds similar to our current political climate if you ask me.)

As Luz put it -> “None of you actually did anything wrong. You’re all just a bunch of weirdos.. Like me.”

Yeah I don’t think Luz would be on the side of witch hunting people down and burning them at the stake over shipping Lunter. (Pun intended.) She probably loves enemies to lovers.

Amity is a selfshipper herself, who likes forbidden romance. She had a crush on a presumably male character despite being implied to be a lesbian. (Your fictional tastes ≠ your real life tastes.) His name is Malin Gael I believe.

Me personally? I’m a multishipper. I like exploring a lot of dynamics for the fun of it. I also just generally enjoy when someone is really enthusiastic about a niche ship. This doesn’t mean I like every ship out there though. I don’t care for Amillow, but I don’t go around saying it’s a horrible ship and no one is allowed to draw them smooching.

Alex Hirsch even said to get weirder with it and Dana Terrace is all for the literary theory “Death of the Author,” Which gives reader’s the freedom to interpret a story however they want despite the authors original intentions.

Censorship is a weapon used by those in power to target not just those in minority groups, but everyone. The less information you have on any given topic the easier it is to manipulate them.

Fiction can be commentary on real world issues but viewing something “problematic” won’t somehow make you less “pure.” Or ruin your brain. (From what I’ve seen a lot of these antis and terfs perpetuate this toxic shame cycle.)

That’s why it’s so sad seeing a large portion of the community still falling for conservative propaganda that got the show canceled in the first place.

I loved The Owl House and I miss it dearly. I made this post as a sort of love letter/rant for anyone feeling misunderstood, for anyone feeling angry or hopeless with all the chaos going on in the world right now. I see you.

Keep making art and writing the stories you want to see, go comment something nice on someone’s fanfic, reblog a nice piece of art. After all.. Us weirdos gotta stick together.

[jones-friend]

I could go off on the X Files for hours.

If you want to get a slice of the series and decide to continue or not, watch “Jose Chung’s From Outer Space”. Its a good episode that has the best elements of the series in one slice.

Seasons 1-7 are “core” X Files, movie optional. S1 is Chris Carter running around the woods with David and Gillian. Its scrappy but the ideas are there with wonderfully dated episodes. S2-3 are the core of the core X Files, where the creatives have the money and freedom to do what they want to. S4-5 are the lull, where they start to retread ideas and have too many serial killer episodes. That’s not to say there aren’t great episodes from the great mutato to an episode written by Stephen King that’s genuinely fun. Then s6-7 are the fanfiction episodes. To get out of the lull they got silly with it and it was absolutely the right call. You have the WWII AU episode, the bodyswap episode, the Hollywood Movie episode, the couples AU Episode, alongside these are some certified X Files bangers like the Bryan Cranston episode. UNFORTUNATELY the silly gets too pushed and the second to last episode of s7 is absolute garbage, Rug Genie is the worst X Files episode known to science.

The plot episodes are great early on and drop off when its clear they don’t have an endgame. The episode where Mulder goes to the tropics (that have pine trees) and the episode where Skinner plays protagonist cleaning up after the Smoking Man as Mulder chases the case are both certified bangers. Its the monster of the week episodes that shine brightest. Tooms, the satanic schoolboard, the lightning kid, the ancient fireflies, the volcano fungus, the evil computer running off floppy discs, top tier stuff.

Mulder and Scully have a great dynamic and the two really bring to life what could have been dud characters. Gillian Anderson plays Scully, the skeptic. Whats on paper as a wet blanket character is filled with life and sass as Scully works to ground Mulder’s crazier ideas. Interestingly they make the skeptic the religious one of the duo, and she gets a number of episodes based on faith. Mulder is compelling as well. His theories get a lot more plot armor than they should but it comes back around to being fun and funny as Mulder draws tits on a bigfoot drawing as evidence. Its that he’s so passionate for being out there that makes him a good character. Combined, they don’t even THINK about a romance between them for five full seasons. Its more a deep mutual respect for each other, they never discount each other’s thoughts or purposefully snipe each other’s opinions. Often Scully’s rebuttal to Mulder’s out there theories is “ok say its ghosts. How are you explaining ghosts to a court of law, Mulder? How do you actionably prove your thesis with evidence by the law?”

Theres also a considerable amount of social commentary throughout the series. Its always well meaning even though he makes some pretty big missteps, like “hey look at these problems native americans have. But they do be having werewolves for real”. In s1 there’s an incident on a native american reserve. A lawman played by Michael Horse AKA Deputy Hawk of Twin Peaks expresses disdain for Mulder and Scully’s presence because the feds only come when they want something. And when the reserve needs aid the feds are absent. In whats probably the best handled cultural episode in chinatown, a chinese cop expresses frustration with Mulder and Scully, who expect him to be a kind of cultural translator. He says being an American Born Chinese (even using the acronym ABC) he’s as white as Mulder and Scully are in this community. And in that episode there are no supernatural things, its all metaphorical/emotional, its a great episode.

And thats not to say the series is free of imperfections. Theres a number of missteps that aren’t great. Like I said, Chris C and the gang want to be socially respectful then they say “but they do have magic tho”. Scully’s cancer and motherhood storylines are rough. The main plot never results in anything meaningful. Its not going to be perfect, but I do feel with what they had to work with they tried to do a good job.

The filmmaking skill level also ticks up as the series goes on. The filmmakers learn how to use the language of the media to create a scene, mood, and story. In a Bermuda Triangle episode there’s an amazing scene all shot in one take where Scully starts in her office, walks to multiple different floors to meet with different characters, goes through several emotional arcs, and concludes with her leaving thru a parking garage, getting in a car driving off. All in one take! They’re also extremely good at episode cold intro’s. Each cold intro is so specific to that episode if you showed me an intro I could tell you exactly what episode its from in all 7 core seasons.

That and there’s a comfort in “going back” to this era of the 90’s. Watching them do research on microfilm. Big chunky cell phones. Old beige computers. Arcades. The advent of violent video games. UFO-mania. JFK Conspiracy Theories. And a pre-9/11 optimism about the future that came about after the cold war.

Theres something about that era, the stark spotlights through misty forests, the electronic Mark Snow score, this combination of all these things that’s so cozy to come back to. It feels like a campfire story at summer camp. Hearing the main theme and settling in for a spooky adventure always puts me in the most comfortable mood.

If you’ve never watched the X Files I highly recommend them. Extremely good. Fantastic stuff. Its what I’m about to do after this Twin Peaks rewatch.

[telephoniii]

Platonic!diasomnia reaction to malleus's little sister (y/n) saying "I wanna marry silver when I grow up!" How would they react?

THE WEDDING FIASCO

☆彡 in which malleus's sister wants to marry silver

platonic!diasomnia + malleus's little sister

word count: 190 per character + a 250 scenario at the end

tags: probably ooc but I had fun writing this, platonic, crackfick/very unserious

a/n: possibly the silliest thing I've written. i was going for normal headcanons and it spiraled out of control. lot's of fun little shenanigans. i hope you enjoy :>

sebek zigvolt

Well, Sebek's completely devoted to his master, Malleus. And Malleus's sister is an extension of Malleus to some extent... "Silver! Marry the young girl at once!" "What!?" After the initial shock, Sebek is a little offended by the fact she chose Silver over him. I mean, what attracted her to Silver and not him? He's the superior choice! He's way better at protecting Malleus compared to his lazy, human counterpart! Subconsciously starts doing cool stuff in front of the young girl to try and change her mind. Ironically, he tries to do moves that he's yet to master and falls on his ass. Tries to play it off like it didn't hurt that much when in front of Malleus's sister but once he's out of her sight he's crying. Sebek has no idea why he's vying for the attention of a child, but he's determined to win. At least it helps him get his practice in? With time he'll grow out of this 'phase' but he still doesn't like the thought that this child thinks Silver is the cooler attendant.

lilia vanrouge

Finds the situation very funny. "Sure you will, sweetheart." He teases Silver a lot, telling him he'd better find a partner soon before Lilia marries him off to the young girl. He'll tease Malleus too. "Your sister is fresh out of her egg and she's already found love before you~" Of course, he does have a bit of a fatherly possessiveness over her though. For as much as he teases, he starts having Silver around her less and less, sending him off to attend to Malleus while Sebek watches the young girl. He knows there's no chance in the universe that Silver and Malleus's sister would get together. It's just... dad instincts. The longer this goes on, the more he'll start saying things like, "No boys until you're ruling the kingdom." It gets to a point where the young girl starts crying because Malleus told her a relationship like that wouldn't work. Lilia swears he's turning gray. He tries to calmly explain to the girl that she's way too young and that another boy (or girl) will appear later down the road. In short? Found it funny at first but once it starts to drag on longer he's getting STRESSED.

malleus draconia

Oh! How peculiar. "A relationship between a Draconia and their attendant wouldn't work. Especially one of such a large age gap." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world right next to his sister— crushing the young girl's dreams. Malleus really didn't have any malice when he said that. It was merely just him thinking aloud. He didn't anticipate for his younger sister to start crying. Malleus didn't know how to handle her and tossed her to Lilia. After hearing how much trouble Lilia is having calming her down, Malleus actually thinks about it for a moment. "Silver? How would you feel marrying a fae?" "... Please tell me you're not seriously considering it." An actual marriage might be troublesome, so Malleus proposes the idea of a fake marriage. Have her think she's married to Silver when in reality it's all just pretend. It's not like Silver is getting an actual partner anytime soon. With a snap of the fingers, he's arranged a fake bridal venue set up. Malleus easily gathered guests to attend and prepared a beautiful white dress for his sister. Is it way overboard for a fake wedding? 100%. But whatever makes his sister stop crying.

silver

The man of the hour. Unbothered at first. Might get a little flustered and murmur a 'Thank you', but that's about it. Everyone gets silly crushes sometime in their life, don't they? He doesn't really entertain her but doesn't avoid her. The guy just does his job. It's not until the other three start acting different where he's starting to get worried. The fact that Sebek and Malleus have both asked him to marry the young girl makes him panic a bit. He doesn't want to be the guy to marry a girl when he's twice her age?! Dragon years or not, that girl is way too young for him! He did not sign up for this. Silver considers asking someone, anyone, to date him so that he could just turn down the young girl gently. When Malleus proposes the idea of a fake marriage? Oh Silver wishes this was a dream. What do you mean he has to fake marry her. WHAT. Silver could never imagine arguing with Malleus, but he is mortified. He agreed only to get the young girl to stop crying. But internally he's the one crying.

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Wedding bells ring at NRC and students are lined up in chairs, watching intently as Silver stands in front of everyone in a suit and tie. He's unbelievably tense. This is the one event where he isn't dozing off. And it's the one event where he wants to.

The Prefect soon rises to take the mic with a smile. They look down at the paper on the podium and begin reading. "Hello! Today we are gathered to celebrate the marriage of Silver and... Ms. Draconia?"

Malleus may or may not have forgotten to tell the guests that this was a fake marriage.

Suddenly, the doors burst open as Malleus's little sister walks down the aisle in white. Jaws are to the floor; there are whispers asking, "Is this legal??" None of it matters as the young girl takes her place to stand across Silver. The Prefect gives both of them concerned glances and contemplates whether or not to continue. Very hesitantly, they do.

"... Ms. Draconia, do you take Silver to be your wedded husband till death?" "I do!" The Prefect shoots Silver a what the hell is going on look before lifting the mic back up to their mouth to speak once more.

"And, Silver, do you take Ms. Draconia to be your wedded wife? Till death do you part?" "...Sure."

The Prefect now looks very disturbed as they clear their throat and continue to read off the paper.

"... Cool. Now, any objections?"

The entire room raises their hand.

Needless to say, the girl got over her crush.

[ducksido]

Just a fun thought, twst characters reacting to a kpdh demon hunter reader where she’s an idol in her world and also has to balance her duties fighting demons. Love to see the funny reactions of all of them seeing reader fighting while fixing her makeup/nails or like falling off like 200 higher feets off the ground nonchalantly and reacting to what happens when someone messes when she’s snacking cause at the point someone better prayed to whoever is higher above cause she’s gonna make them pay or even worst, made her drop her food. . .

Riddle

Initial reaction: Mortified. Completely mortified. Watching you literally jump off a roof, stab a demon in the eye mid-air, and then reapply lip gloss makes him question if you’re even human.

Snack Rule Incident: Accidentally bumps into you while you’re eating strawberry tarts? The way you slowly turn your head at him while snapping your compact mirror shut… yeah, he nearly calls Trey to make a will.

“Y/N, I— I’ll bake you more, just— put the spear down.”

Ace

Living for the drama. Takes bets on whether you’re going to survive some insane stunt like a 200-foot fall. You always do.

“Did you just… break your heel, stab a demon with it, and then pull out a spare pair? Iconic.”

He laughs when someone interrupts your snack break—until he sees you summon something terrifying. Now he brings you food offerings like a nervous raccoon.

Deuce

Completely horrified at first.

“Are you… allowed to do that?!”

After seeing you obliterate a demon while eating a meat bun: “...I don’t know whether to be impressed or terrified.”

He’s also the first one to tell people: “Rule one: never touch Y/N’s food unless you have a death wish.”

Cater

Biggest fan. He has a private Magicam album dedicated to your mid-battle selfies.

“Omg, Y/N, the way you fixed your nails while decapitating that thing? Hashtag multitasking queen 👑.”

When someone ruins your snack time, he films it. Pure content. He captions it: “RIP random guy who touched Y/N’s mochi. Gone but not forgotten.”

Trey

At this point? He just packs you pastries like you’re a dangerous wild animal he’s trying to keep docile.

“Here, Y/N. Two extra scones. Just… promise me you won’t impale anyone today over spilled tea.”

Che’nya

Thinks you’re hilarious. He starts floating around, pretending to be a “snack guardian spirit” just to mess with you.

But he also absolutely respects the food rule.

Leona

Sees you fall 200 feet, land without a scratch, and just goes: “Huh. Guess you’re not completely useless.”

He naps through most of your battles, but when someone interrupts your food, he watches with a smirk because “they deserved that.”

Sometimes he tosses snacks at you mid-fight like an owner feeding a dangerous but cool pet.

Ruggie

Terrified, but also opportunistic.

“Wait— you mean if I get you snacks, you’ll protect me from demons? Deal.”

He absolutely becomes your snack supplier and hype man.

Jack

Has so many questions.

“Why… why are you reapplying lip gloss while upside down?!”

But also respects you because you’re disciplined enough to never drop your food unless provoked.

Azul

He starts drafting contracts immediately.

“So… if I provide you with snacks, you won’t unleash hell in my lounge, yes?”

He secretly admires your terrifying efficiency and the fact you’ve somehow weaponized beauty maintenance.

Jade

Endlessly fascinated. He asks if he can observe your “combat-snacking” methods up close.

He once saw you crush a demon with one hand while delicately sipping bubble tea with the other and thought, “Yes. This is art.”

Floyd

Your biggest menace AND fan.

He’s constantly daring you to do more dangerous things (“Bet you won’t flip off that tower and stab three demons in one go!”) and screams with joy when you actually do it.

Interrupts your snack once—never again. The look you gave him made him laugh and backflip away.

Kalim

Thinks you’re so cool.

“Y/N! You’re like a superhero AND a pop star! Teach me how to do that thing where you kicked a demon while holding a parfait!”

He offers to share snacks with you… which basically saves his life.

Jamil

Done™.

“I… I don’t get paid enough to watch this.”

He once saw you snap at someone who stole a fry and decided to never get involved.

Vil

Judges your technique… and your lipstick shade mid-battle.

“Impressive. Now fix your eyeliner, it’s uneven. No, I don’t care if you just exorcised a demon.”

When someone interrupts your meal, he doesn’t stop you from unleashing fury. “Good. They should learn manners.”

Rook

He is poetry levels of in love with your entire existence.

“Graceful even in slaughter! Mon dieu! A goddess of the battlefield with a snack in hand!”

Writes haikus about the time you killed a demon while eating pocky.

Epel

You are his new role model.

“If Y/N can crush a demon while eating, I can bite into this apple in one go!”

Idia

Terrified. He watches your battles like they’re a horror movie and a music video at the same time.

“I-I… is this a boss fight?? Did I unlock a secret character???”

He sends you limited-edition gaming snacks as offerings so you don’t turn your wrath on him.

Ortho

Biggest fanboy.

“Y/N, your aerial demon takedown was statistically impossible, but you did it while eating curry bread! You’re amazing!”

Malleus

Intrigued. Sees you leap from the clock tower, land gracefully, and simply says: “Fascinating. Would you like me to hold your snack while you slay?”

He respects your food law. He even brings you enchanted, never-cold treats.

Lilia

He thinks you’re hilarious and also an icon.

“Back in my day, we fought without snacks, but I must admit… this is far more entertaining!”

Sebek

Has a mental breakdown every time you nonchalantly survive a deadly fall.

“Y/N-SAMA! HOW DARE YOU BE SO RECKLESS—WAIT, WAS THAT A MACARON IN YOUR HAND?!”

Silver

Just calmly accepts it.

He literally once saw you swing a spear at a demon while yawning and offered you a nap blanket afterwards.

[ranger-jahen]

EDIT: check the reblogs for some more info about this from @doomhamster! xD ppl are still reblogging this version but it turns out that larian’s timeline and the previous forgotten realms material timeline are different. everything I have written below is based off larian’s timeline. also there’s some more details for Ulder that make my wistful musings at the end of the post infeasible.

a small misconception I’ve been seeing around for Wyll is that his father started the rank-climbing in Baldur’s Gate out of blacksmith work while Wyll was a child and that’s why he’s used to playing with lower city kids.

this isn’t technically accurate though so I thought I’d mention what we know about the timeline! c: Ulder Ravengard, when he was a young man (likely barely out of teenhood, certainly not married or expecting children yet), opted to enlist with the Flaming Fist instead of taking on a formal trade apprenticeship with his father, the blacksmith. so like Wyll tells us in-game, his family historically doesn’t come from money; Ulder came into wealth through social means rather than through heritage, but he also did not personally conduct blacksmith work in a business capacity at any point.

we don’t know precisely when Ulder made the transition to being Duke, but before he did, he had already successfully risen to be the head commander of the Fist, and was already politicking within the Gate’s noble class. so he was likely living in the Upper City by this point.

based on what Wyll tells us about how his father raised him and what his own personal encounters with the elite looked like (Wyll being trained in swordsmanship from a young age, the “grand marshal” scooping 8 year old Wyll away from Counting House mischief, 13 year old Wyll getting wine-drunk at a noble party and puking in the bushes lol) I’d say it’s reasonable to infer that Wyll was born during the period of time between when Ulder was the top commander of the Fist and the point at which he took on the title of Duke. so I think Wyll did have exposure to his father’s slow climb to power, but was really only around for perhaps the latter half of it.

essentially, Ulder was not born into money, but I think it’s safe to say that Wyll was. Ulder had already made a name for himself and accumulated some amount of wealth before Wyll came into the picture. which I think makes it all the more hilarious that Wyll didn’t care to pal around with the upper city kids. xD like can you imaginnnee baby Wyll deciding that crowd is boring and stuffy and trotting his little self down to the fun lower city kid troops and being like hi can we be friends

I’ll always be a bit sad that we didn’t learn more about Wyll’s mother’s background. :’o as well as the fact that they slipped up and gave her a duplicate name. any time I try to look up Francesca, of course it’s all snippets talking about Halsin’s successor back at the emerald grove. I’d be sooo curious to know what Wyll’s mom’s background was, whether she was someone Ulder knew when he was younger and brought forward at his side into his more polished life or whether she was someone whose character stood out to Ulder amongst the wealthier folks he was beginning to brush shoulders with and he fell for her then. many possibilities though I suppose

also this is me being wistful and jumping through lots of mental hoops lol but in Wyll’s ending where you both rescue Ulder and break Mizora’s pact, if Wyll decides to return to heroism rather than take his father up on becoming the next grand duke of the Gate, Ulder accepts this so easily and with so much enthusiasm it makes me hopeful that he learned that from somewhere. c’: and that his own father encouraged his boy’s dreams to join the Fist and become a Defender of the People even though it meant parting ways from the family trade. I know it might just be part of Ulder generally making amends with Wyll and not wanting to sully that, but to be fair that’s not an insignificant rejection! it was truly good of him to be so supportive for Wyll there.

[stargirlygirl]

me sitting down to read this^

i think you did such a great job here. the grief was done with expert precision. you captured the pervasive yet all-consuming sadness of losing a loved one. and the irony of caleb and reader connecting over this shared loss when reader is the person he lost, was an interesting dynamic.

“We’re reporting for duty Mr. Xia, sir!” you salute, the image of Muffler doing the same in your head enough to make you snort.

building on that, the dynamic between reader and caleb is so fun. here, she's this bubbly, sunshine character, but we come to understand how volatile readers' emotions are. also, when they finish each other's sentences, that was really sweet.

Your back-and-forth external monologue is interrupted by the door opening in front of you and out walks the man who's been running circles in your mind ever since that enigmatic conversation last week.

KNEW he was listening in like... i just knew it and this made me giggle lol

He sees the offense mar your normally enthusiastic visage and quickly activates damage control.

beyond just this line, i think it's interesting (and very caleb-coded) how you've painted this reunion as a sort of psychological mission. i don't want to say caleb is outright manipulative, but there is something to be said about his planning and re-adjusting for the deviations in readers' personality. it genuinely makes a lot of sense given his characterisation and i think it's something you've nailed here.

onto the vampirism aspects, this allusion to war and caleb being used as a means to an end feels very matrix-esque. i think it was a nice touch that gideon was also a vampire. perhaps he fought alongside caleb in the past.

That admiration was buried the same day you were.

caleb being a vampire and reader being human the first time around was also really cool. it adds to the guilt he must feel (which you've detailed) around him being unable to save reader the first time around. thus, he feels this overwhelming need to turn her this time, which he does in a spur-of-the-moment decision. again, very caleb-coded.

"You're not afraid of me. You're afraid that you're not."

also thought this was a great line. just really hit hard given how frightening this situation must have been for reader.

at the end, when he's going to get muffler, my first thought was that that was the last thing i'd do in this situation. all i can think of is readers' sweet little cat (also loved that muffler had his own characterisation) crushed in readers' hands as she drains his blood, unable to stop but crying because of her love and attachment to him.

i thought incorporating zayne into this was such a nice touch! made me giggle and shit. my man, so good to see him at the end there.

overall, i think you did an amazing job. i really enjoyed reading this piece, and i know that you worked really hard on it!

Note: Longest fic I have ever written, my goodness. To my luvly @stargirlygirl who I'm doing this collab with and who has listened to all the ideas I've cooked up and tossed away—I LOVE YOU! Let me let you luvlys jump into this. ✨ Please, if you’d like, —Click Here— for the moodboard!

Warning/Contains: Vampire/Mechanic!Caleb, you’re a reincarnation of his past lover, ANGSTY, you’re grieving the loss of your mother, mentions of lacking the desire to go on without you, you get bitten by him without having a choice (i think that’s it, but if i missed one, please feel free to tell me!)

Word Count: 8.7K

Summary: When Caleb lost you, life held no meaning for him anymore. The only escape he had? He made a business out of it. But is it a trick of the mind when you're presented to him again, alive? The only con? You have no recollection of the history you've shared and now you're here for an interview at his auto shop. He won’t make the same mistake of letting you slip away from him again.

Once Bitten, Twice Repaired

“Hey,” an employee calls as he approaches the working man beneath a ‘95 Chevrolet Camero. “That interview I told you about. She’s here. Waiting out front.”

The intricate undercarriage that's currently in Caleb's face has him focusing with a tunnel vision level of concentration as he takes his time to inspect one more part of the suspension before responding. Only seconds pass until he's whistling with triumph just as he identifies what’s the issue with the dated vehicle.

He rolls out from beneath the automobile with a grin, then pulls himself off the mechanic creeper to stand at his full height.

“She’s eager,” Caleb smirks with a raised brow at the early bird who could potentially be a new employee in the next half hour.

“And excited,” Gideon chuckles. “You want me to bring her to your office or..?”

“Nah, I got it,” he assures, tapping on the trunk as he departs. “But do me a favor and get an order put in for some new shocks and struts for this one right here.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s all!”

On a regular day, Caleb had someone else talk with and handle new hires and prospective candidates when the time came. But seeing as the girl that Gideon told to come in had arrived sooner than instructed, he actually wanted to greet the face behind the overachiever himself.

Being the owner of an auto shop, the 6'2 motor enthusiast preferred to be where his interests were. If you asked him, he wasn't too fond of the technicalities, but running his own business made keeping his identity hidden an infinitely easier task.

His love for cars is a bone deep infatuation that's lasted for as long as he can remember—which is funny to think about for someone with a significant number of years on his belt compared to the average life expectancy of anything “normal”.

The double-edged sword of living as long as he has to watch their creation and evolution into the machines they are today, has been a journey that's given him a meek light through the never-ending dark tunnel which harbors a past too painful to reminisce on.

It's exactly why he doesn't. Or at least tries really hard not to, anyways.

Pushing past one of the doors that separates the waiting area from the garage, he nods to the receptionist. As he looks around the room though, there's only one person present and it’s not who he’s looking for.

"Gideon said there’s a woman here for her interview?" he questions the older lady sitting in the office chair.

"Mhm," Gladys nods. "Should still be here since she only stepped outside a minute ago."

Caleb's lips pout in thought with a slight tilt of his head. Stepping into the early rising sun that's fairly tolerable compared to what it can be later on, he stands root in one spot in search of the lingering mortal.

It consumes only milliseconds of his time before he sees who he presumes to be her, sitting on the ground to the left with a baby kitten in her lap.

"Oh, you sweet little thing," you coo. "It's okay, I got ya."

He freezes. There’s no way. Not a chance.

"You're shivering bub, my goodness. I'll talk to boss man and see if I can keep you warm while we chat. It's not unprofessional, right? In fact, I think it's showing how resourceful I can be." Your titter that follows has the vampire beside you tripping the fuck out.

You sound exactly like her. Your laugh is eerily similar. And when you look at him...

"Oh!" you chirp, quickly standing with care to the animal that's as small as your palm when you realize his presence. “Sorry! This little guy was meowing like crazy while I was waiting and I couldn't leave him out here like that."

He can't move. He doesn't want to in fear that if he makes any sudden gesture, you'll fade into thin air like a mirage. That he'll blink and nothing will be there but the memory of the universe once again stabbing him with a knife curated of nothing but sick jokes.

"Um, Sir?" you step closer with worry. "Everything alright?"

The same nose, the same curve of your lips, the same light that twinkles behind your irises—you were a carbon copy of the woman he failed to protect over a century ago and had the unending life he lived to thank for the fact that he couldn't join you.

Vampires are incapable of taking their own lives. Not only a rule that's been set in stone for longer than he's been alive to protect the population of his kind, but the genetic makeup of one wouldn’t easily allow it.

And believe him when he says he’s tried.

No matter what one's mind may want, the vampiric influence held more dominion.

So, when he came home after hunting to see you dead on the kitchen floor of your small cottage years ago from your heart condition claiming you faster than he could comprehend, he was cursed to live on without you what he presumed would be for eternity.

But there must be something that now pities him or finds his everlasting grief comical to put you before him once more.

Bubbly, cheerful, and all the more beautiful. Seeing you again for the first time is enough to make him as sick as his last.

"Should I call someone?" you mumble, walking around him to run inside and ask for some back up for the statue, but a firm hand wrapped around your wrist stops your venture and startles you.

"Tomorrow. C-Can you start tomorrow?" he spoke lowly, his violet eyes unable to look in your direction as they stared at the concrete out of uncertainty of what he'd say or do.

You even felt like her. You are her. And he needed a small amount of separation to correct his behavior before he could determine what it took to keep you. He wouldn't lose you this time.

You gasp. "I got the job?!"

He nods sharply in an attempt to control his instincts. "Seven AM."

Realizing he's still touching your smooth skin, he drops your appendage like it's made of flames.

And when he regains the little sense he has left, Caleb storms back inside without another word and leaves you in the desolate parking lot.

Gladys knew better than to inquire about what happened when he passes her, seeing as she watched enough to create her own assumptions courtesy to the see-through glass door.

Gideon looks back and forth behind his buddy as if you'd be hidden by the brooding male when he steps into the working area.

"You look... I don't even have a word for it. Where is she?"

His thumping steps don't stop on his retreat into his office as he gruffly responds, "She's my responsibility."

Whatever was your side the day you secured the first job you applied for after making your big move, it was an accomplishment well deserved and would be the kind of luck you'd be holding onto going forward in all your endeavors.

Finally, things were looking up after your mother had passed away. It took you some few years to get back into the groove of life, but growth and grieving weren’t linear, and that was okay.

That’s the mentality you’ve been trying to instill to give yourself grace for being so stagnant and admittedly lost for all this time. But where you are now is what matters, not the rock bottom that you grew too comfortable in.

Securing a job that would temporarily keep you sane as you adjusted to your all new everything was important. Not only would your pockets and bank account see profit, but perhaps your heart would benefit all the same and not ache as much being surrounded by the things you and your mom used to spend countless hours gushing about.

Cars were her world and when you were made an addition, naturally the same would apply from being raised solely by the automotive expert. Not only were you thankful for the skills and the memories, but they let you keep a part of her anchored to this world that could never slip away as easily as she had.

Hitting the jackpot and finding a position online for the decently popular location was pretty cool. It was close to your new apartment, the pay was good, and the expectations matched your criteria.

This is what progress looked like.

The smile on your face couldn’t be shaken as you approached the doors that have brought you genuine joy to see for the last two weeks. In fact, this entire building, it's been a consistent reminder of what you were working to achieve in the long run.

Starting up your own establishment in a world of cars is a dream you and your mom were always meant to reach before something took her as if it needed her more than you did. Now that your head was back in the game, that vision would be coming into fruition if it was the last thing you did to honor her.

“Morning, Gladys,” you greeted in passing.

“Mornin’,” she replied as her French tip nails tapped along the keyboard.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you playfully shove Gideon’s as he fishes for something in his toolbox and he chuckles.

“You better not have that thing in there.”

“That ‘thing’ has a name, jackass!”

You opened and looked into the oversized tote, surging with love because of the gray fluff ball that you’ve been bringing into work with you ever since you found him. Keeping that luck held tight wasn’t an exaggeration and you were convinced this little dude was your charm.

“Isn’t that right, Muffler?” you coo, reaching a finger in to scratch his chin as he meows with what you hope is joy. He’s been as loud as a damaged part no matter what you did, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Everyone you pass is greeted with waves and whispered hellos on your way to your “mentor”. He's deep in the engine bay of a pretty metallic army green pickup truck, his back muscles rippling beneath his white tank top as he leans into the complex area.

“We’re reporting for duty Mr. Xia, sir!” you salute, the image of Muffler doing the same in your head enough to make you snort.

After his freezing episode and you came into work the day after, he made it a point to apologize immediately, but didn't attach an explanation behind it.

And you didn’t really need one despite your curiosity.

Being given what you received without hesitation, even though you didn't understand why, was not a victory you'd question.

He's loosened up quite a bit in your brief time here, too; making a few corny jokes that you’d never admit was actually funny, testing your knowledge from time to time like a pop quiz, and sticking by you every step of the way in your adjustment to the new environment.

Though for some reason, he refused to look at you. If he did, it was never for long—almost as if letting the gaze that you couldn't help but be drawn to when you caught it, was forbidden. Too much.

There was something inside of you that wondered if his strange reaction the first time you met had a deeper reason you didn’t understand.

“Lookin’ at this—think you could you tell me what's wrong?"

He doesn't have to look to know you're there. Past all the drilling and heavy machinery, your arrival was made known to him five minutes before you even opened the door.

You believe that ability is a keen talent rather than a natural skill, as you’re unaware of the true nature of the blood drinking mechanic who’s gained such a power through his transformation. It’s why you grin with such impress at his never-faltering accuracy.

"Of course I can."

Caleb tries not to buckle under pressure when your sweet perfume and the intoxicating aroma of the delicacy pumping through your system consumes his heightened senses the moment you lean in close. The urge for his fangs to bare is most difficult to keep at bay when he briefly eyes the vein that trails into your navy blue jumper and past the top of your breasts.

If he could sweat, he’s sure he would’ve made a puddle by now.

Although your scent is nowhere near identical to what it once was, this is the most inebriating it's ever been. With a tensed jaw, he works to keep his control before he makes a mistake that would cost him everything he’s intending to do.

He's been training you since day one—if you wanted to call staring at you while you asked him questions and he'd respond with a head movement a little too late—training.

In truth, your knowledge and expertise impressed the vampire who couldn't understand where you came from, but the fact that you seemed to carry zero memory of him and your past? That perturbed him even more.

You talked with him like this is the first time you and he have ever spoken. Like he didn't know what you felt like from the inside, like he didn't know all your ticks and all your favorites.

But perhaps this was the first time, because not too many of those things seemed to apply anymore to the somebody that he used to know, and he was unsure about how to juggle that fact.

You liked coffee instead of tea, preferred the hot summers over frigid winters, you were boisterous and out there instead of quiet and reserved.

You were different. But was it betraying you to like this you all the same despite the changes?

"There's nothing wrong,” you answer after your once over.

He smirks. "You sure?"

"Positive.” You’re smug as all hell and he likes it.

You pull Muffler out and giggle as he licks his nose from eating the dry food you left in there for him to snack on until you got him settled in Caleb’s office.

"Isn't that right, Muff?"

He looks between you two, silently admiring the position it holds in your hands. After you came in the first time with the noisy feline and begged to be able to bring him in on the daily, he should’ve said no. Anyone else, he would’ve—not a second wasted in his swiftness to decline.

But with you? How could he?

"Yeah?” Caleb folds his arms and leans against the vehicle. “Enlighten me. What makes you say that?”

"Well." Petting Muffler, you continue. "My mom used to always say, 'The difference between a mechanic and an artist is that a mechanic’s work needs to be perfect every single time.'”

"Ayrton Senna," Caleb nods in appreciation for your quick wit quotes.

"Look at youuu. But yes, exactly. And that means we can't afford to make a mistake, not with things as important and as intricate as this. Liquids are full and in their designated compartments, belts and sensors are in tack. No rusting or misplaced parts in sight. Yeah, this is good to go."

The immortal grins cockily. "Interesting. Now,” he gestures to where you presume the keys to be. “turn it on."

Your eyes widen. "Wait! That isn't fair! You didn't say to check it while it's running!"

“A mechanic’s ingenuity comes from their willingness to look beyond the obvious—”

"—for solutions.’ Steve McQueen, yada yada," you groan, tossing your head back in defeat. "I hate when you're right. Mom is rolling in her grave right now."

"She was important to you." Not a question, but an unveiling that similarly hits too close to home.

"My world," you correct with no malice in your tone. "Everything I've been doing since I came here... It's so I can give us what we should've had the time to do."

"I'm listenin’," he nudges your arm after you grow silent, using playfulness to break your walls down so that he can make his way in and determine what he may or may not need to do.

"I shouldn't be trauma dumping on my boss."

He shrugs. "You call it trauma dumping. I call it talking to someone who... understands."

You whip your head in his direction, Muffler purring like a motor on his journey to the land of sleep just as you halt his head rubs.

“You’ve lost someone, too? I mean who hasn’t though, right..?”

“I’ve lost a lot.” He focuses on the dirtied floor while you move beside him to lean like he does.

You frown when you see the clear disturbance in his face. “I’m sorry, Caleb.”

If he had a heart that gave him life, it would’ve been pulled from his chest and put in your hands so you could watch how fast you make it beat.

I’m sorry, Caleb.

To him, you're indirectly and unknowingly apologizing for leaving him when it was never your fault or intention. Hearing that brings him an odd sense of closure. And determination.

Because there’s no need for you to be sorry. You just have to stay this time and he aims to make sure that happens. He won’t allow for the same mistake of letting mortality be your weakness.

“Whoever they were, I’m sure they added so much to your life.”

He chuckles wryly. “You have no idea.”

“Do you miss them?”

“It’s all I do. At least, all I did. Now? I… I think I may have something, someone, so different and new to not replace what I had..”

Carefully you watch his sharp jaw tick, and his thick neck move as he turns to face you, giving you his eyes for longer than the milliseconds you’re used to.

“But to give me the chance to make sure I never lose it again.”

You stare into his orbs with so much familiarity and understanding as if there was a time where they were what you’d called safety. Refuge.

It should freak you out to think like that, but instead, this is the most grounded you’ve felt since Mom. That bizarre reality is what makes you break the connection with fluttering lashes and watery eyes.

“I’m gonna make this right. I promise,” he whispers, and before you can try and decrypt if that was something dedicated to you or a declaration meant for the universe, Gideon calls out from across the garage.

“I’m this close to throwing a wrench and you’re lucky if I miss! Enough slacking!”

Honestly, you don’t know who he’s talking to, but it still applies to you and Caleb, even if he is the boss.

Blushing, your focus is pulled away from the hankering vamp and placed upon your sleeping kitty.

“He’s right… Thanks for the talk. It was…” you shake away the initial words on the tip of your tongue.

It was needed. It made me feel. It’s something I need more of.

“I’ll get to work.”

He watches you briskly walk to his office to get Muffler set up before your shift.

While he doesn’t exactly know what just happened between you two, he’s giving the glory to chance, that the subtle exchange of shared experiences created a resonance that has broken an invisible layer.

What’s certain? He’s taking advantage of it.

“I have no business doing this,” you chastise yourself silently just outside Caleb’s office. “I need to be bringing Muffler home. It’s way past his bedtime. And it's kinda late. But it’s not… like it wouldn’t be weird if I asked, right? It’s a boss-employee thing. Something to—”

Your back-and-forth external monologue is interrupted by the door opening in front of you and out walks the man who's been running circles in your mind ever since that enigmatic conversation last week.

Caleb didn’t miss how you redirected the exchange you were sharing toward him after he asked you about your unspoken plans. Skillfully, you placed the attention onto him so that he'd speak on the things that have brought him his own anguish rather than opening up about yourself.

But little do you know, biding his time and relearning the woman you are now, has been a monumental asset that's gotten him further than he could've imagined.

It's how he's already earned your trust in the month of you being here and why he's gained a definitive understanding of how to dismantle those barriers so that he could be the one to replace them and protect you instead.

The more he became familiar, the more prevalent your need to have a sense of control over the arbitrary system of life, became. You needed to be the one to open up on your own time, not when it was asked of you.

Cut to you talking yourself up into inviting him over for dinner for the last fifteen minutes to prove that accurate assessment true.

Of course, you wouldn't know that he has been listening to every single word of your contemplative banter or that he was internally begging for you to not withhold the request he knew you were hesitating to ask.

Who you are made sense for someone who lost the only person who gave them love, stability, and comfort in this lifetime (so far). You were like an open book already. But for Caleb, being the ever-greedy man he has always been, he wanted access to your glossary, cliff notes, and all the things in between.

Whatever higher power above has returned you to him, he would make them proud and be the one to refurbish you from all you’ve lost.

So please, please ask him so he can tell you yes!

While he harbors all the information and memories that you don’t and was certain about your universally aligned connection, you on the other hand, were mystified.

Besides the fact that you had what could be labeled as a very unprofessional attraction to your boss, it wasn't just a physical thing. Oddly, he brought you a semblance of normality that stumped you no matter how you tried to come up with a logical explanation.

There was none. Not that you could think of in your hours of trying.

You couldn't understand why you seemed to be so tethered and drawn to him, but the reincarnation of your soul? That did.

You found yourself wanting him near, craving his opinion and the sound of his voice, even wanting to hear him ramble for hours about all the same automotive knowledge you already knew.

"You alright, pips?" he smiled.

Get your head in the game.

"You're really sticking with that nickname, aren't you?"

"What? You don't like it?"

"It feels like an insult."

"I'd never insult you."

"You insult Gideon all the time."

"You're not Gideon though, are you? Besides, he deserves it."

Their aggressive but humorous jesting throughout the day never failed to make you and everyone else hysterical. You always wondered how Gideon got away with talking to his employer the way he did, but the clear bond between them was more than enough of an answer.

"Sometimes," you agree.

"You've got somethin' on your mind." He shuts the door and locks it. "Care to share?"

"How do you do that?" You follow him around as he checks on everything once more.

"Do what?"

"Always know what's up with me. It's so trippy."

"I've had a... good amount of time, I guess." (Just a few years of being your other half as experience, no big deal.)

"I guess," you parrot, smiling like a doofus when he winks at the noticeable heated rush of pink to your cheeks.

Shaking off the reluctance, you blurt out what you wanted to propose before you can further convince yourself that you were a fool for even thinking about it.

"Do you—Would you want to come by my place… for dinner?"

Caleb stops where he is, and you regret it instantaneously.

"Shit. Okay, hold on, please don't fire me. I only wanted to thank you for making my time here so gratifying and—Alright, maybe I should've invited you to a restaurant or something so it's more appropriate and palatable, but we always get off late, Muffler needs to be brought home, and I didn't—"

"Pipsqueak," he interrupts your tangent. If only you knew he was all in the second you made it a consideration. "I'd love to."

"Come on in," you gesture, and the contement that washes over the man who already knows your layout, is otherworldly.

Being able to walk freely in your space without sneaking and keeping silent is way easier than waiting until you were showering or sleeping to climb in through a window to snoop around.

Yes, he has followed you home and invaded your privacy, as well as rummaged through your things without your permission.

And yes, he took one of your shirts and a pair of (dirty) panties with him for safe keeping to... hold, on the nights he missed you more than he could reason with.

It was fine, though. Look at how close you were! Already inviting him in with no qualms about it.

Muffler was the worst guard cat he's ever seen, though. He’d meow cheerfully at his feet in each room he followed the invasive man into on the nights of his trespassing, but Caleb chalked it up to still being so young and familiar with him from all the hours inadvertently spent together.

He had your kind heart to thank for such a companionship that works in his favor.

"I know you said you weren't hungry, but I'm still glad you came by. TMI, but I'm pretty much alone now and it's been difficult making friends since, well, you know. I’m really thankful, is what I’m trying to say.”

Obviously, he couldn't eat what you were going to prepare and worried telling you was going to make you change your mind. But that didn't deter you at all after he promised that he had a hearty lunch and didn’t mind stopping by if you were still open to it.

You were shocked because you swear you've never seen him or Gideon for that matter, eat anything. Come to think of it, you’ve never seen a lick of sweat fall from the two consistent hard workers, either.

Diet plans? Botox? You didn’t judge. Maybe you could ask about that another time.

Caleb made sure to drink some blood bags five because look at the size of him that he gets from his close friend Zayne who walks the same vampirism “lifestyle”. The preventive measures would guarantee that he wouldn't be ravenous and endanger you from being possessed by an insatiable hunger he couldn't trust himself to control around something so incredibly enticing.

"If there's no one else you think you can turn to, I'm always going to be there, you know?" he added.

You don't have anything proper to say to that, so you simply tip up the corner of your mouth in response and get Muffler settled before cooking yourself dinner.

Caleb sits at your cute kitchen island and has small conversation with you as you busily move around while simultaneously analyzing all the things he's already memorized about your home-in-progress.

All the while, your mind is flooded with the notion that this feels so… right? That you wouldn’t necessarily mind more nights like this.

Nip it in the bud, sista. This is your boss.

Once you're finished and have a simple plate of chicken breast with the starch and vegetable of your choosing, Caleb sits at the small table across from you.

"Good?"

"Mhmm," you nod and cover your mouth as you chew the piece you consumed. "It may look simple, but this was one of Mom's favorites. Chicken breast is so versatile, you know? And we'd always eat late after working on whatever project we were obsessed with at the time. Chicken tacos, quesadillas, or a salad—it was always so different even if it was the same cut of meat or meal."

"Mm..” he hums. “Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but your mother sounds like your sole drive for everything you do." He rests his chin in his palm, watching you eat and waiting for you to give him what he's looking to get answers to.

"She is. I mean, I'm working this hard and doing it all on my own to get the garage that's been on our radar since I was like five. I owe that to her.”

Bingo.

"You wanna go into business for yourself?"

"Our plan was to move up here together and buy the property she had her eye on for all these years... but the cancer had other plans."

His eyes narrow in thought. "And if that doesn't work?"

You stop mid chew, looking at him with a newfound carefulness.

"Why would you say that?"

He sees the offense mar your normally enthusiastic visage and quickly activates damage control.

"I don't mean it offensively, pips. Just a question I'm asking as someone who knows the difficulties that come from starting his own from the ground up."

"All I've done is have anxiety about the what ifs and the potential losses. I don't want to be controlled by that anymore. I can do this."

The memory of what your life together once was, the times in which you'd say something almost identical, rings in his mind like a raging alarm.

Through all his concerns that pertained to the fragile state of your heart before it showed you how necessary it was for you to worry; you always brushed him off. Always tried to act like you were stronger than something you would never have control over in a world of underdeveloped medicine and healthcare.

He'll never forget how you consistently rejected his urgent propositions to turn you, to make you like him and rid you of your condition to live with him pain and worry free for eternity.

But you refused to take what you deemed "the easy way out".

Your determination to conquer it on your own like your father had been doing at the time, made him admire you and your resilience.

That admiration was buried the same day you were.

He willingly let that be your demise when he should’ve taken matters into his own hands regardless of how many instances you assured him that you were doing everything right to give yourself the best chance.

Look where that decision left him. If one could have a play by play of the timeline of his pain and despair, you would've seen what it did.

What's to say this same negligence being shown towards your aspirations wouldn't do the same now?

The thought of you trying to leave because something didn't pan out how you anticipated. Or of you letting your pride be your downfall with the potential of being so overcome by another monumental loss directly connected to your last to the point that you try to leave him entirely—again...

No. He wasn't enabling another repeat of anything remotely similar.

"There’s no shame in asking for help, pipsqueak. I can be that for you. Why don't you let me—"

"I don't need your help, or your pity!" you cut off defensively.

I don't need your help. I don't need you.

I don't want you, Caleb.

He's blinded by irrationality. You do need him. You always have. You always would.

"If you don't, then who else but me do you think will be there? You said it yourself; I make things easier for you, don't I?"

Quickly you've completely lost your appetite and what was once a good idea has surprisingly turned sour.

"Me," you emphasize, index finger pointed to your chest. "I've always had my own back through all this. I did it on my own! Who do you think you are, Caleb?"

He wants to tell you. So badly has he thought about it putting it all on the table.

I'm the man whose soul you governed. I'm the vampire whose existence you welcomed and accepted. I'm the immortal who barely recognizes who you are now, but I don't want the old version—I want the one I've been regifted to love me just as you once did.

I’m the only person in the entire world that you once depended on for everything and I couldn’t even do that right.

Besides the likelihood of you believing him being lower than hell, comparing you to what only he recalls is a mistake he can't afford to continue making. Not when it begins to impact the building relationship he was fortunate to have now.

"I'm sorry—"

"You should be," you scoff. "Do you know how many times I’ve been “warned”, told about the negatives? The likely failures? Why can’t anyone be happy for me? Why can’t anyone just… celebrate or congratulate, or-or just encourage, without trying to make me feel like I’m inherently doomed!? I’m not some ticking time bomb of disaster!”

He doesn’t have anything to say, but his silence speaks volumes.

“And you know what? I-I think… I need you to leave. Before I say something I'll regret."

Listening to you now is the last thing he wants to do, but it's what he has to if he wishes to not further ruin what he's doing a damn good job of doing already.

With a heavy mind and an ache inducing blunder, his night with you steered in the complete opposite direction than he expected and is concluded by the loudest farewell of a slamming door to his back.

He already made you a promise and though you’re oblivious to the fact, your fate with him has long been sealed.

"Like I just got this car from my father a couple months ago for my birthday right, but my grandad has been freaking me out about some transmission thing! So, I'm worrying and thinking 'Maybe I do need to get this looked at, just in case' and that's when I looked up some good mechanics nearby and you guys popped up, your reviews were pretty fire, so I figured maybe—"

The frantic fast-talking customer abruptly stops her tumultuous rambling to catch her breath, grumbling to herself about how she needs to remember her breathing exercises with a woosah and a countdown from ten.

"I'm just really hoping you can help me understand what I need to be panicking for," she finishes, her cheeks patchy with red from the mix of the warmer temperature and hysteria.

You smile understandingly at the young teenager who's brought in her 2017 Volkswagen Jetta in a frenzy just as the shop was closing up for the day.

It's always nice to see people seek out knowledge about the things you're passionate about because you get to unleash that inner nerd, but not when it has them is such disarray.

"You have nothing to be panicking for," you assure with a hand to her arm in solace. "I'm almost certain that your grandad is concerned about manual transmission. See, Volkswagens are equipped with something called Tiptronic transmission and what that does is replace the manual one. Back then, if you shifted your gears incorrectly, your vehicle could suffer from that mistake and maybe even your pockets if the damage was bad enough. Now? Tiptronic is sort of fused with automatic, so in the event that you make such a mistake, your car will recognize and correct it for you to prevent any damage to the transmission."

The redhead nods in understanding and huffs out a breath of relief. "So I'm like, not going to screw it up right? I'm not driving in some death trap?"

"Not at all," you chuckle. "It's a hybrid system. What it does is offer you convenience, so you won't even notice. But it's still wise to learn and understand your gears by heart and the overall functionality of your car. Even if something may not be utilized, a good and conscious driver knows how to operate all of it effectively."

She closes her eyes like she's just found peace. "You actually just prevented an impending spiral, oh my gosh you don't even know. I thought I was going to have to miss out on my trip this weakened because my dad screwed up!"

"Next time, just give us a call about any questions that we may be able to answer over the phone so you can save yourself the trip! But yeah, we ran you a diagnostic for your peace of mind and everything is up to date and in the right order, so you're good to go."

The now tranquil teen offers you several thank yous before gleefully getting into her driver's seat and carefully peels out of the parking lot.

With another busy day coming to a resolute close, you look around the mostly empty garage besides a Gideon who throws you a thumbs up for your explanation as he gets ready for closing after the hustle and bustle, and an attentive Caleb wrapping up an oil change.

It's been four whole days since your bout that ended up with you kicking him out. And you were wrong about what you did and the things you said.

Dead wrong.

But you were positively livid to hear another voice questioning you like you weren't capable. Admittedly, that's where you made your first mistake.

Caleb wasn't just another voice, and he wasn't knocking your capability to achieve. He cared, and instead of letting him do that and listening to his logical concerns, you surrounded yourself with titanium and pushed him away because of your egotistical stance of self-sufficiency.

It wasn't your wish to sound so bitter and guarded. It was a defense mechanism from all the discouragement rained down upon you no matter who you once trusted to share your dreams with.

"You're already moving across the country. I know the house didn't sell for that much to afford living expenses and a business."

"Something like that is usually passed down from generations in terms of seeing substantial profit... You sure?"

"You're still grieving, friend. I think you're rushing this."

"If your mom hadn't been able to do it, what makes you think you're going to do different?"

Rather than checking all the naysayers, you'd freeze and feel your nose burn with sorrow.

All the anger and frustration that's been pent up was given to him instead of being properly dished out to the ones who really deserved it, and you were riddled with guilt because of that.

He's shown you kindness, given you care and liberties to do things no one else would. He made you feel like you again, yet you liquidated a moment you could've taken to experience sincere congeniality because of your unresolved issues.

The shame kept you out of work the day after, the matter only worsening as you ignored and steered clear of him for the last three including today. You've been so avoidant that you haven't even been bringing Muffler in, and that's what solidified your position with the troubled vampire.

It's a revelation you weren't too sure how to cope with, but you missed him.

You missed him so much that when you didn't get your good mornings and stupid pop-up questions, all you wanted to do was go home and wallow in your stupidity and useless pride.

But it's high time for you to swallow it and take charge like the adult you were.

You walk over to him with a twisted face full of irresolution. There was no script written out in your mind about what you'd say or how you were going to make amends, but you were hopeful that he'd understand in your attempt.

"Hey," you whisper, twiddling your fingers to keep yourself busy until he responded as you stood beside him.

"Pips... hey" Caleb answers, not taken aback at all by your sudden appearance. Identifying you without fail is a favorable advantage when he can't hear you mutter about all the things being pondered in that turning cogwheel of a brain.

He was unable to hear you make the eventual decision to speak with him because for the first time since you've met—even when you were alone in your home—you were hauntingly silent, keeping all your thoughts in the safe space behind your skull.

To say that he yearned for you was an understatement.

Your smile, your stories, your voice—they were irreplaceable just as much as they were unobtainable. And sitting on the floor of your bedroom at night while you slept as Muffler purred himself to sleep in his lap wasn't cutting it anymore.

"If you had the time, I was wondering if... if we could talk—"

"Yes," he cuts you off unintentionally. "Sorry... Yeah, I'd like that. Please."

Nodding at his eagerness that you struggle to refrain from giving a reaction to, you eye his sexy hands that he cleans with a nearby rag before calling out to Gideon to keep an eye on everything until he returns.

Crossing the threshold into his office, you roll up the sleeves of your flannel and try calming your jittery hands that don't have a clue what to do with themselves.

Once you turn to face him, he can't explain why he anticipated for you to be calm and orderly, but instead, you begin to spill your guts like there's a time limit that will come with consequence if you're not finished in time.

"First of all, I'm sorry. So sorry. My anger was misdirected, and you didn't do anything wrong. Instead of taking your advice with discernment, instead of understanding where you were coming from, I boxed you in with all the other people who never cared about me. A-And I don't know if I've ruined the dynamic we have outside of what we are as two people who work together, but I want to fix it if I have."

Your breath shudders as you prepare to reveal what you've been feeling but were too scared to say out loud because of the ramifications that may tag along.

"Caleb, I know you might think I'm crazy or some mourning mess with attachment issues when I say this, and maybe I am. I just... I don't have anyone else, a-and I can't do everything on my own like I thought. I feel like I need you... but I'm not your responsibility and neither is my trauma, but I can't..."

Your words begin to drone out and it's not because he wishes to disregard what you're laying out for him.

It humors him... because he knows all of this already.

I feel like I need you.

Once again has he become an extension of you, this time so much so that he can feel the restraint he's been wrapping himself up in, release him with every word you articulate.

Caleb is drawn to you like the stars that stick to the sky, done with the waiting and the cautiousness, and slams his lips onto yours as he cups your jaw hungrily in his hands. You're nearly knocked to the floor by the sheer force, but the desk you clatter against braces the fall.

His lips slowly massage yours like a starved man being free from the shackles of famine, a primal satisfaction taking hold of him when your hands slowly find purchase in his locks and you moan into his mouth.

You wanted him? He was already yours.

The smell of all the blood fueling your healthy palpitating heart makes him feel like he's growing dizzy and the headiness of the arousal that he senses gathering in your shorts begins to...

Hold it. Hold it!

But the vampiric dominance conquers his long forgotten humanoid instincts, overriding his attempt to repress his true identity.

This was happening now, then. There was no need to hold off anymore. He had all he needed with the perfect opportunity to take it.

Patience didn't exist anymore. You would have dozens of lifetimes in unity for that.

From the beginning, getting you in a position like this was the final play before he gave you an irreversible hardship that he would pledge an undying oath to guide you through.

Caleb vowed to stop you from abandoning him again and the desire to fulfill that is what draws his fangs out.

For the first time in a long one, all the control he had once mastered after decades of being a creature in hiding, is being revealed before you can realize.

The fact that you're pressed to him in a closed room like an unwary sheep left to the slaughter, precedes you as you lose yourself in the slip of his tongue past your puffy lips and the feel of his strong hands imprinting on your waist.

But don't mistake his devotion to you, what he's about to do, as punishment.

He'll teach you everything. He swears it, cross his useless heart and hope to die.

He'll kill for you when you're scared to do it, please you when you need him to. He'd go hungry if it meant making sure all your newfound needs were satisfied.

It's the least he could do for the only man who'll ever be allowed to love you and is about to strip you of all you've ever known to give you something that you will make better together.

Taking care of his eternal beloved was always his purpose. You came back to him for a reason.

And what an unknowing angel you were to give him the opportunity to succeed this time.

His kisses trail down your neck and a nip to your flesh offers an unusual blend of pleasure and a pain you can't quite say mixes, but overrides.

"I've waited for you for so long..." he whispers, licking up the length of your neck and grunting when you whine and press your breasts to his hard chest.

"You're so dramatic," you grin foolishly as you pull back. "It's only been like four days—"

Your eyes widen and your already elevated heart rate steadily reaches heights that only makes his thirst for you edacious.

"Caleb...?" Your tone pitches with concern and perplexity. "What—"

"I remember when you used to be mesmerized by me." He angles his head, observing you and the way your throat works to swallow your timidity. "Do I scare you now?

The sight of his pointy and sharp elongated canines makes you incapable of responding. You have to be dreaming. That's the only way for what you're witnessing to make any sense.

"How did you—I don't understand..."

"You will, pips. I promise you will. I won't make it hurt as much as it hurt me. I always protect you, you know that."

"Hurt?! This is not... What the fuck are you talking about?! I don't know...w-what is wrong... with you?"

"...If I told you that I've always been this way? The times you trusted me with our Muffler, the lunches you'd eat in here because I eased your rampant mind, every instance you laughed your pretty little head off because of the things I've said. Oh, honey... I was this, hiding—waiting."

His hand trails up to grasp your throat with zero pressure applied, taking a moment to inhale you deeply.

"Before you, before the materials that keep this building together, I have walked this Earth for a long, long time. But I haven't been able to live without you."

A devoted kiss to your jaw. "You remember... I've told you that I know what it means to lose."

Another. "I watched my biological family be murdered by the same beings that turned me into what they are. They used me, materialized me in their war against the humans. I was a killer, unstoppable. But when I had a deliverance, a liberation, come into my life to show me how much control I had over my own fortune with the power I possessed... I was accepted without an ulterior motive—loved. I was in love. Pips, I held onto that with both hands. Until I was stupid enough to let it slip."

Warm tears pour over your waterline and down your cheeks as he shushes you sweetly to calm your worries. "You're not afraid of me. You're afraid that you're not."

His mouth falls to the crook of your neck. "I don't want you to fear us. I just want you home."

A sharp and painful stab is impaled into the side of your neck as a forceful pressure is pushed deep the more your blood is being extracted from every vein and artery that will no longer need the crimson to function.

You cry out clamorously from the burning ache taking over your body and muscles when you cling to his biceps.

Were you pulling away or succumbing to this? You couldn't comprehend.

No sobs can escape the more the decadent fluid spills into his mouth and makes a mess down his chin while it stains his top that was once only dirtied by grease.

His venom rewires your system to welcome the change, to embrace who you will become as you fall slack. He continues to consume even when your brightened skin grows pale the longer you're drained until you're completely immobile and unconscious.

Caleb holds you up by the back of your head to savor every drop, growling with delight just as he finishes. With inhumane speed, Gideon shoots into the room, his fangs presented and posture ready for a fight.

He drops his guard as he watches his comrade from all these decades, claim you until you have nothing more to give him.

Pulling back, Caleb licks away the trickle trying to escape and kisses your forehead as if seeing you like this pains him.

"You'll forgive me when you wake up, pipsqueak."

He keeps his eyes trained on you at the same time he commands his addled friend, "Bring the car around back."

Gideon looks at your comatose form then does as he was asked with harboring questions to be asked later.

Careful of your fragile state, Caleb effortlessly carries and places you atop the plush armchair you liked to sit and eat your sandwiches on.

He's done exactly what he wanted to. You are where he has always envisioned. But when you wake up, is he prepared for what you may say or do?

Your maker will want you to know that you're not isolated, that everything isn't over.

You will get your mother's garage, you will cement her legacy into this planet, and you will do it with him. But he wasn't too certain that he'd be the proper voice of reason or the one you’d initially want to hear.

So, he decides on the best alternative solution.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket and with eyes flipping between you and his screen, it takes him two scrolls before he presses the contact and call button of the person he needs to reach.

One ring. Two. Three. Four… Damn.

"Yes?" the voice answers impassively, thankfully before he was forced to try again until he got a response.

"Zayne," Caleb starts, wiping his mouth from the messy consumption. "You got time to offer some friendly advice?”

“I have two minutes.”

Caleb offers a dry chuckle. “Tell me, what was the first thing you did after you... turned your wife?"

Silence. An uncomfortable one. Lengthy.

"What have you done?"

"Something I was supposed to do."

"If you've made an intentional decision that you're confident about, why do you call me with vexatious riddles? Whatever it is, is it not what you wanted?"

Pressing his lips together, he leans down to brush your untidy hair away to see you without any obstruction blocking a view so captivating.

"It is. But I'm not entirely sure if I can say the same for her. Not yet."

"Her?" Zayne questions in slight alarm. Caleb feels like he can already hear the thousands of questions he wants to ask and points he's dying to make all professional like.

He's thankful that he keeps it short.

"Bring her over before she wakes and does something mindless without properly understanding what she is."

"Done. Will your wife be there?"

"And that matters why?" But Zayne doesn't even give a moment long enough to answer.

"Do as I've instructed you and we will go from there. Do not waste any more time. She needs to be controlled and monitored for her first feed."

Hanging up, your soulmate hurries to sweep you into his arms and fixates on your lifeless face in silence on his way outside. Caleb haphazardly explains to Gideon that he needs to hold down the fort for some time before either of you return and while he wants to inquire more, he knows that now is not the time.

You're placed in the backseat as he maneuvers you until you seem comfortable enough for the long ride and throws one of his sweaters over your body out of habit from all the nights he would do the same in your bedroom with your blankets.

He kisses your chilling lips when he's done and grins faintly.

"I'm gonna get Muffler for you. Our family sticks together. Always.”

Climbing over you, he presses your foreheads together before he gets ready to get behind the wheel to make the way toward your new future.

"I told you, pips. I promised I would make it right."

A/N: I’m nervous as all hell to see what anyone is going to say LOLLLL!!! Writing this was admittedly a challenge. It forced me to really lock in over the last week and I think I really needed that in an effort to improve my writing. Hours upon hoursssss I spent, so I can only hope with fingers crossed🤞🏽. I luv you. MWAH!

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[diminuel]

Now that 1156 is officially out some more thoughts under the cut.

As someone who's focused on Crocodile (even though you cannot tell due to my current Rocks obsession) and who has fallen into fandom because of Crocodile related theories, it's interesting that a single flashback has taken the wind out of the sails of two of them theories.

I don't think canon evidence is necessary to have fun with theories or concepts, so I'm not going to stop doing it, but I still found it worth pondering it for a bit.

While I'm sad to see some theories go, the fact is that Crocodile couldn't have been all of these things (i.e. be Rocks' child, have been on Whitebeard's crew, have been a woman AND be Luffy's parent - that's most likely too much for one character) and whenever one avenue closes, the path forward becomes a bit clearer, a bit more likely. It's like a process of elimination.

Thanks to this flashback we can assume that Crocodile is not Rocks' child as Rocks is Teach's father already. It's not impossible, but unlikely.

Also, I've seen some people speculate that Crocodile could be Tritoma, which I found unlikely but I think this chapter makes it clear that this is also not the case UNLESS the Kuja pirate flashback happened in a different time frame than 44 years ago, but while the flashback hasn't been linear, the fact that it followed up with Rocks' take over of Hachinosu having been some months ago, I would argue we're still in the 44 years ago range. At the most, it must have been before God Valley so we're in the 44 to 38 years ago time frame and Crocodile is too young to be Tritoma (who looks like at least a teenager) and we know how Crocodile looked as a child. Surly.

So I guess that's that on the Kuja empress theory.

(Of course, people assume Tritoma could be Luffy's mother. It's possible but I'm not super interested *lol* Also, why die of love sickness 13 years ago? Seems like a strange moment to die considering that to have Dragon's kid she must have met him years before that - off Amazon Lily - and survived.)

Also, I'm not sure how the idea that Croc might be Newgate's son is looking because while I don't think Rocks would have stopped his crew from having fun (with each other/ on shore) where would the kid be? Not that this means much as Linlin already had plenty of children at that point and they're neither around nor mentioned. So I guess that theory is not dead yet.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to muse about. I think it's still possible that Crocodile's secret is that Iva changed him and he could still be Luffy's dad. Let's see what else Oda has in store for us with this epic flashback.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Family Man 6

No warnings except that this is NOT a dark fic. Non-dark fics will be tagged as lightficsyouneveraskedfor but will be posted on this blog.

Character: Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Trope: Single-dad

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who reads this unusual posting from me. I typically swing in the other direction on fics but something lighter was calling.

Please reblog and leave some feedback if you read. You are appreciated and adored 🩷. Please have a wonderful day, week, year, etc.

You feel a bit childish. Sitting in your borrowed clothes on the rainbow sheets with Elita. She’s nestled in close next to you on the twin mattress, beaming at her dad as he reads from the well-worn book. You’ve read it before but not in ages. 

“... You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he'd been through and after the talk he'd had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn't seem to matter what the Witch said...” 

Jake is animated in his retelling; with a boisterous voice for the lion, a creakier one for the witch. You can’t help but smile at him. Elita says he does this every night. That’s an effort, a consistency, you can only envy. It makes your heart throb to think of how much love he has for the little girl. 

She’s enthralled but not enough to stay away. You feel her jerk next to you. Each time she catches herself nodding off, she catches herself and sits up higher. 

Jake pauses as he notices. He checks his watch. He smiles softly and marks the page. 

“El, I think it’s time for bed.” 

“Nooooooo,” she whines and can’t help a yawn. “Daddy, it was just getting...” she blinks long. “Good.” 

“We’ll read more tomorrow. It’s no fun if there’s no suspense,” he smiles and leans for. You press yourself against the headboard as he kisses her forehead. “Good night, El. I will be checking to make sure your light isn’t on in twenty minutes.” 

“Daddy,” she harrumphs and crosses her arms. 

“You know what, El, I’m beat too. I was about to fall asleep,” you stand and stretch your arms. 

“But...” she pouts. “Aren’t you going to sleep in here?” 

Jake chuckles, “honey, the bed’s too small. Besides, you need your sleep. You got soccer tomorrow.” 

“Oh, yeah... Oh!” She perks up. “Is she coming?” 

Jake hugs the book under one arm, “El, she’s been here all day.” 

“I’ll see what I can do,” you promise. “Good night, El.” 

She nods glumly. “Night.” 

She slides down in the bed and Jake sets the book on her nightstand. He pauses to click on a light next to it. A glowing ghost. 

You follow him to the door and flicks off the overhead. The ghost gives a soft hue to a space. It’s cute. 

“Nighty night. Don’t let the orcs bite.” Jake says. 

“Daddy...” she grumbles and rolls over.” 

You step into the hall and he shuts the door. You sway listlessly and look around. You back up as you rub your arm. 

“You know,” Jake speaks quietly. “You can tell her no. I do enough. She’s used to it.” 

“I... I know,” you look down. “I can’t help it. I’m a people pleaser.” 

“Oh, you are?” He gestures past you. 

You turn and head down the hallway to the front room. There’s a pillow and stack of bedding on the couch waiting. He gets there first and grabs the sheet. 

“Well, I can be,” you say. 

“Uh huh...” he clucks thoughtfully as he spreads the sheet and tucks it in. “So when you said you liked my Spidey shirt--” 

“I meant it,” you blurt out, notably lowering your voice on the last word. “I’m not a liar.” 

“I know,” he sniffs. “I wasn’t meaning.” 

“Here,” you grab the comforter. A kid’s blanket with Aladdin and Abu on it. He grabs the edge next to your hand, his warm shocking you. You both fan it out over the couch. 

“Sorry, didn’t have anything else. We use this for camping.” He says. 

“Camping? Oh? Fun.” 

“Haven’t been this year. Too busy.” He hums. 

“Oh...” you chew your lip and step back. He puts the pillow in place. 

“Not because of you. And even if it was, I’d rather have you around.” He assures then his smile petrifies. He clears his throat and backs up. “Erm, for Elita. Right.” He turns awkwardly as he opens and closes his fist. “Good night, honey. I mean... just good night.” He stops in the doorway keeping his back to you. “I’m tired.” 

You hold back a laugh. “Night, Jake.” You call after him. “I like being here too... so you know.” 

He puts his hand on the door frame then taps. He nods and walks away. Your heart races. Did you say too much? 

💜

There’s a boiling sensation under your skin. Not uncomfortable, more consuming. You squirm as the hand runs up your stomach and dances along the curve of your chest. Fingertips tickle your neck and you tilt your head back at the delicate kiss. 

You sigh and sink into it. You open your mouth and moan as your tongues mingle. You brush your hand up his thick arm and his groan rolls into your ear like music. You gasp as you squeeze. You want more. 

You wake with a start. You sit up, almost breathless, and look around the living room. It takes you a moment to remember where you are. To piece together yesterday. 

You brush your hands around your face and cringe. The man in your dream was faceless but it was him. That voice. Jake. 

Your lip trembles. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t have to. It’s just your subconscious. 

You shudder and make yourself get up. There’s no way you’re going to get back to sleep. You take your time folding up the bedding and plop the pillow on top. 

You go to the kitchen, padding softly as the house is quiet. You don’t want to overstep but you need to keep yourself busy. Your head keeps going back to the dream. Just a dream. 

You ease the cupboard open and search around. Pancakes will be a nice surprise. You hope. 

You’re getting too comfortable here. Anxiety needles in your neck as you silently gather ingredients. You should probably just head out. Jake has enough on his plate with a daughter like Elita. 

You slide the skillet out from between two others but not carefully enough. The mental ting makes you pause. You exhale and slowly stand, setting it on the stove. 

“Morning,” Jake startles you as he enters the kitchen. 

You gasp but keep from screaming. You turn to him and laugh. “I was... going to surprise you and El. Pancakes.” 

He smiles. His hair is sticking up in all angles and his eyes are lined with fatigue. 

“You don’t have to do all that,” he says. 

“I don’t mind.” You insist. “Unless you do?” 

He stares at you then shakes his head. “I’m just going to make some coffee.” 

“Sure,” you back away, giving him space. 

He tinkers with the machine. Every noise seems louder as you measure out your ingredients one by one. He snaps the lid down and you wince. 

“You want some?” He breaks the silence. 

“Maybe just a cup. Please and thank you.” You stir and chuckle again. “Elita’s reminded me of my manners these days.” 

He snorts, “yep. She’s a good kid.” 

You pour batter into the pan and watch it spread. You put the bowl down and step back.  

“She has a good dad,” you say. 

“I try,” he mutters. 

You turn to him. “Really. You’re really good. I can see how much you love each other.” 

“Well, I’m all she has. No,” he shakes his head, “she’s all I have.” 

He looks down grimly. You smile nervously. Your eyes skim over him and catch on the stray hair jutting out behind his ear. 

He looks up and startles you. “You okay?” 

“Um, I wasn’t saying anything, was I?” You cringe. “Good, I just. Your hair.” 

You motion to the side of your head. His eyes go wide and he tries to smooth out his locks. “I used to keep this short but...” 

“Can I?” You offer. 

“Uh, sure,” he gulps. 

He stands still, almost like a statue. You could laugh. You near and reach to smooth the stray hair. It’s stubborn and pokes back up again. 

“Mm, doesn’t wanna stay down,” your eyes flick from the hair to his gaze. He’s watching you. 

You freeze. Your fingertips stay on his soft strands as you stare at each other. You’re trapped. You know you should back off. That you need to. But you can’t. 

You weave into his hair before you can stop yourself. You stand on your toes and press your lips to his. It’s just like your dream but better. 

You gasp and tear away from him. You cover your cheeks with your hands and spin away. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s...” he stammers. “Er. Well... it’s uh--” 

You go to the stove and twist the dial off. You move the pan off the hot burner. 

“Sorry. Uh... I gotta...” your adrenaline is surging, pulse racing as it tamps out all sound and sense. “Go.” 

“Wait--” he calls after you. 

You hurry out of the kitchen, mortified. Why did you do that? There was no reason. You went and spoiled it all. Because you’re stupid. Oh god, oh god, oh god. 

You swipe up your purse from beside the door and race out without your shoes. You’re terrified to look back. Too scared to stay. Because even if you did, one day, he might not. 

[rekino2114]

Taking a hit in battle for the hundred line girls

A/n:my first post back from break and my first hundred line post so I hope you enjoy. These days I think I'll only post the first fics for most of the new fandoms i just added so I hope you'll like those too.

I'll probably add this to all my hundred line posts but If you want to request please read the warning in this masterlist before doing so

Hiruko shizuhara

She stopped cleaving the remaining invaders in front of her, and her smile dropped as soon as she saw your body on the ground behind her

".....y-y/n.....what?"

As soon as she figured out what happened, her face darkened, and she started cutting through the hoard of enemies, she wasn't even bothering to look at their insides or taking the usual sadistic pleasure in slaughtering them she was just ruthlessly and emotionlessly killing all of them

She stole her allies' kills too, which wasn't that hard because she is stronger than most of them, so much so that they got worried about how she was acting

"....h-hiruko what's-"

"Shut your mouth, I don't want to talk, just focus on supporting me"

"..........."

"And also I'm absorbing the commander this time, I'm not taking no for an answer"

When the battle was over, she didn't talk to anyone only waited for you to get revived and come back, and when you did she just looked at you and told you to go to her room. You were expecting her to be mad at you, but instead, she just hugged you

"Huh? Hiruko? Wh-"

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"I couldn't just let you get hurt, I can just get revived anyway"

"Do you think I enjoy watching you die? It doesn't matter if you're fine now......that.. still affects me"

".....I'm sorry..."

".....just don't pull another stunt like that"

Darumi amemiya

She was too distracted laughing around on the battlefield and killing the invaders to notice anything else, so it's only when she turns around to talk to you that she sees your body on the ground behind her

"Hey y/n did you see that super cool move i did!? It was straight out of-......h-huh y/n?"

When she realized what happened, she went to your body and held it while fake crying dramatically

"Noooooo!!!! Y/nnnnnnn!!! *sniffle* you were so young and hot! Don't worry I'll keep living for you"

".....uh darumi you know they can just get revived right?"

"Shut up Takumi! I'm having my character moment"

After she spent a bit more time "mourning you" she got up and happily jumped around line nothing happened

"Hehehehe, now that these monsters killed y/n I have even more of a reason to massacre all of them! This will be so fun~"

After darumi going around and just killing everything she saw while laughing hysterically, the battle ended, and as soon as she saw you get revived, she pounced on you and hugged you

"Yay y/n you're back!"

"Thanks darumi and sorry for dying"

"Oh no worries, it was actually kinda fun, I got to avenge you and that felt good also your body looked cute~"

".........thanks?"

"Ooohhh do you think I could try dying next time? Then you can see how beautiful my body looks and I wanna see you go avenge me too, I bet you'll look sooo hot and badass while you're killing everything in my name hehehe"

"................."

Tsubasa kawana

She's always got her eyes on the road whenever she's driving her car so she can't really see the enemies trying to attack her from the other side also because that's rarely a problem

However, it seems that this time, the invaders decided to completely surround her vehicle, leaving her vulnerable and in danger of dying if you hadn't stepped in

You tried to hold off the invaders but ended up getting overwhelmed and dying there all while Tsubasa watched from the car screaming at you to stop

As soon as she saw what happened to you she couldn't help herself and started puking in the vomit pouch takumi gave her

"Tsubasa are you OK? Are you sure you can keep going?"

"..I *hurk* y-yes I just need a....few minu- *bleergh*"

".....A-alright"

Despite her difficulties, she still kept on fighting as hard as always, and when she finished.....she went to the bathroom because she still had to puke

But when she saw you again she felt relieved but tried her best to act like nothing happened even if of course you could see something was wrong

"I-i'm sorry"

"For what?"

"I should have fought better, I didn't want you to watch me die, I should have been stronger"

"N-no it's fine, you saved me, you really couldn't have done better, also it didn't affect me.......much"

"....you puked didn't you?"

"H-huh?"

"Come on Tsubasa I know you"

"B-but don't joke about that!"

"Alright sorry"

"It's fine.......I'm just glad you're here again"

Kako tsukumo

One of the main disadvantages of being a sniper is that kako is particularly vulnerable to strikes from behind, normally ima would be there to protect her, but on this occasion he was surrounded too so you had to go and take the hit this time

Kako looked back when she heard you scream in pain and almost cried when she saw your body

"...y-y/n....no!"

Of course, she knew you were gonna come back, but part of her couldn't help but blame herself, the whole reason why she joined the fight was that she wanted to be useful and protect everyone you and her brother especially and in the end you still had to save her

After the fight ima tried to comfort her but she wouldn't be happy until you came up to her and hugged her silently

"....I'm sorry"

"It's alrig-"

"No, I should have been stronger, I need to protect and.....I couldn't even do that"

"Kako, the enemy attacked you from behind, there was nothing you could do"

"No...i-i"

"You're really strong, of course I saved you because I love you but also because you're an incredibly valuable asset to this team, you're incredibly strong kako, and I love you because of that"

".....y/n.....thank you so much"

"It's nothing"

"But next time, I'll be the one to save you!"

"Hehe, I'm sure you will"

Nozomi kirifuji

It all started like usual, Nozomi was providing support to the troops from the back while you were fighting with the rest, it all seemed fine until you heard nozomi scream

When you looked back, you saw your girlfriend surrounded by tons of invaders. She was trying to take care of them with her gun, but it was obvious that there were too many for her to handle alone so without a moment of hesitation you went up to her and started helping her

"Y/n? W-what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? Saving you"

You tried your best to kill all of the invaders, but there were too many for you too, so you eventually told nozomi to run

"N-no y/n! I can't just leave you here!"

"You have to! You can't be revived, remember? If you die right now, you die for real......and I won't let that happen"

She reluctantly sprinted away leaving you to the invaders trying to hold back her tears as she watched them kill you

The moment you got revived, nozomi jumped on you and hugged you, crying in your chest

"N-nozomi.....it's alright....I'm here now"

".....y/n......thank you so much"

"Huh?"

"You gave your life for me.....thank you"

"W-well not really, I can always get revived"

"But you still died and went through the pain of it just so I could live......I love you...so much"

"...I love you too nozomi, that was the least I could do"

Kyoshika magadori

She immediately went up to cut down all of the invaders that stood in her way. You followed her, of course, and you two went through the hoards, killing as many enemies as you could

That was until the commander showed up. Kyoshika tried to hurt it, but her slices did little damage, and you saw the enemy charge up an attack meant for kyoshika

"Look out!"

"Y-y/n!?"

You sprinted towards her and pushed her out of the way, unfortunately, causing you to get hit by the commander's attack instead

Kyoshika looked at your body, and her eyes widened before they focused on the enemy as she took out her sword

"You vile fiend! How dare you attack y/n! Me and the holy jumanjii sword will cut you down!"

She proceeded to kill the commander, with her friends' help, of course, but she insisted on being the one to absorb the commander as revenge for you

She greeted you with a smile when you came back, trying to act like she wasn't fazed at all, but you could see she was still reeling from seeing your death

"Y/n! I'm glad you're safe, I thought being killed by such a cruel creature would leave your soul wandering unable to find rest.....I thought I'd never see you again"

"......D-don't worry kyoshika....I'm here now"

"O-of course and I'm very happy for that, however I will never let anything like that happen again, me and the holy jumanji sword will protect you my soul mate!"

"Eheh, I'm glad, I feel very safe with you around"

Eva

A/n:just a disclaimer I guess, eva will probably be the most out of character one and the hardest to write for just because In the route I'm in she's brainwashed so I'll write for her like that, I'll still try my best though cause I really like her and feel really bad for her she's like the maple of this game for me

She was just following the orders she was given, killing as many invaders as she could, she didn't hesitate in severing the bodies of all of those creatures it didn't matter how she felt about that, she just had to continue killing

That was until a particularly strong hoard of them arrived. Again, just following her orders, she immediately went up to the various invaders and started killing them one by one

However, she had underestimated just how many of them there were and got overwhelmed, even still she didn't back down. She had to follow orders after all, killing as many invaders as possible

But just when she was about to die you came to the rescue, helping her kill the remaining enemies and when she was about to ask you what she should do next she saw your body drop because an invader you had missed stabbed you in the back

"..............y/n?..........."

When she saw that something inside her snapped, she wanted nothing more than to massacre that invader who hurt you, part of it was because it was her orders but mainly it was something from deep inside her....the true her...she didn't care who that invader was or what its relationship with her was she wanted to kill it for killing you

"....you killed y/n.....................I'll kill you....killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill-"

And she proceeded to do just that murder that invader. After the battle was over, she asked if she could see you again and went to visit you

"O-oh eva"

"......y/n.....thank you"

".....it's nothing, I know I can't fully help you so.......I thought protecting you was the least I could do"

"..................."

"....would you.......like to cuddle or something?"

"...if that is what you wish-"

"No eva, I'm not telling you, I'm asking you if you want to"

".........yes please"

V'ehxness

A/n:in probably all of the v'ehxness posts I'll do, you will also be an invader commander with the same goals as her cause I actually really like writing healthy villain x villain and this is a perfect excuse to do it

You and v'ehxness were getting ready to completely destroy the academy, with your combined strength defeating the defense unit was a trivial task, and now you were about to finally end this war once and for all and start your perfect world

But then you saw a weird pink light coming closer. You understood what it was and saw that It was going for v'ehxness, so you did the only thing you could think of doing, you pushed her out of the way and let the boy made of undying flames hit you instead causing you to fall to the ground injured and unconscious

When v'ehxness saw the state you were in her eyes widened in disbelief and a hint of worry before they moved back to those idiots you were fighting before with the angriest look she had ever given anyone

"You pathetic worms! How dare you hurt my beloved's superior self! I'll slaughter every single one of you lowly scum!"

She knew she could have ended it right there, their secret weapon wouldn't be able to land another attack after the one that hit you and the soldiers were already injured and tired......but if she had taken too much time you would've probably died because of your injuries and she could never let that happen

So she carried your body back to the base while swearing revenge on your enemies for what they did for you. She then helped you recover to full health, waiting until you woke up

"....y/n....I see you're awake"

"....v'ehxness....I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize.....i understand why you did that ......however don't you dare ever do something like that again, do you understand?"

"W-what?"

"We are going to rule together as gods I won't let you throw your life away with such a foolish act, you knew I could have taken that hit"

".....yes but-"

"Do you understand....y/n?"

"......yes I'm sorry"

"Good, but like I said don't apologize darling. If I was in your position....I'm not sure i wouldn't have let my emotions take over too"

".....thank you"

"Let's rest together now, we have a long time before our next attack after all and we must regain our strength"

[moss-in-my-shoes]

Creepypasta Mansion Au Headcanons

Personally, I love the Creepypasta mansion au stuff. I’ve been eating that shit up since I was what? 7-8? My longest hyperfixation to date probs.

This is just a bunch of random headcanons about the mansion itself/the characters and some of my own ideas and takes on the concept.

My word is not gospel, none of these characters belong to me, I’m just a huge nerd. So yknow.

I know some of these characters may have downright criminal creators, so just keep in mind that I’m just having fun with the characters and am not associated with the creators in any way shape or form. I just like the silly guys and am not promoting or agreeing with anything the creators have done if they have done something.

Have fun and stay safe!

MDNI (for heavy violence and mentions of gore/horror. Along with other subjects not suitable for people under the age of 18. If any of these things bother you, please skip. Thank you)

Spoilers for Marble Hornets and EveryManHybrid so be aware.

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- The mansion is a weird entity all on its own. If you look closely at its walls and floors, it breaths.

- It changes location often, but it’s almost impossible to tell when it does until after it’s happened.

- One minute you’ll be in the overworld, then the underworld, then something in between.

- The overworld is the mortal world where humans live.

- Underworld is where cryptids and monsters live, it’s like a mirror world. Think Stranger Things type beat.

- In between them is a weird crossover where mortals and cryptids can live, but tend not to. People who go missing without a trace usually end up there by falling in by accident. Think like the backrooms but instead of it being endless yellow walls, it looks like the normal world with a large lack of people and more monsters than normal.

- Most people who end up there die or don’t come back. Those who DO come back usually suffer from bad mental issues later (like developing dementia very early on, memory loss, hallucinations, etc)

- Children end up in the crossover the most.

- The crossover is accessible through earth’s cave systems.

- Slenderman found the mansion in the underworld and took up residence, the two of them are now forever connected as one. The mansion can feel what Slenderman feels and Slenderman can feel what the mansion feels.

- The mansion can speak through Slenderman, but tends not to speak at all.

- Slenderman talks to people by talking into their minds and can talk to multiple people at once.

- If Slenderman talks into someone’s mind for too long, it can cause migraines, nosebleeds, and blackouts.

- Hoodie, Masky, and Skully (who yes I know are from Marble Hornets but I can do what I want) last the longest when Slenderman speaks.

- People around the mansion suspect it’s because they were Slenderman’s first proxies and have been around the longest.

- Masky was the first, then Skully, last was Hoodie. They were indoctrinated after the events of Marble Hornets.

- Slenderman ate Alex, Jessica, Seth, and Amy’s souls.

- He like- marinated Alex’s technically lmao.

- People who’re mentally unwell are the easiest for Slenderman to take, which is why he tends to go after mentally ill children and teenagers.

- He does occasionally take in ghosts and spirits with unfinished business. Examples of this are Sally and Ben, who’re both permanently 8 and 12 respectively.

- He has a soft spot for ghost kids, in a way a god pities man, but yknow.

- Kate was taken pretty soon after Hoodie, Masky, and Skully were. The four of them bonded deeply because of their shared and similar trauma.

- Jeff, Jane, Liu, and Toby all got taken around the same time as well.

- Jane and Liu are like their own little team who were victims of Jeff.

- Toby ended up warming up to Skully and Kate, which ended with him joining their group.

- Nina has basically isolated herself due to her manic and obsessive behavior regarding Jeff and EJ. It’s all she talks about, all she thinks about, why she does anything at all. She’s extremely far gone.

- Nobody knows why Slenderman keeps Nina around, but in reality she is an incredibly strong and ruthless killer, fueled by her obsessions. She thinks that doing what she does will impress Jeff and EJ.

- It doesn’t and they tend to avoid her.

- Clockwork and Nina arrived around the same time and Clockwork joined Jane and Liu’s group, but likes to hang out with Kate and Toby. She thinks Masky and Hoodie are boring and Skully is intimidating.

- Lazari and Lulu arrived at the same time, Lazari is being used as a pawn by Slenderman to spite Zalgo but he does once again have a soft spot for her. She hangs out with Sally and Ben the most.

- Lazari is still the daughter of Zalgo and is being held prisoner by Slenderman for his own gain and used to give Slenderman high ground in his and Zalgo’s deadly ongoing rivalry.

- Lulu hangs out with Jane and Liu’s group due to their more laid back and quiet nature.

- Smile dog, Grinny cat, the rake, BOB, Laughing Jack/Jill, and the puppeteer are their own monsters. None of them live at the mansion and they all came from the underworld.

(I’ll do like individual headcanons for everyone if I feel like it lmao, lemme know if you want me to.)

- Slenderman doesn’t really have a goal per se? He eats human souls, the longer he tortures them, the better they taste and the more they sedate him.

- If he doesn’t eat human souls for a certain period of time, he’ll go batshit crazy. All of the people that live in the mansion are killing normal humans from the overworld to feed Slenderman.

- They’re what’s stopping Slenderman from going on a rampage, but it also stops themselves from getting eaten. They prove they’re strong enough and they get to live.

- Slenderman wouldn’t be able to eat Sally, Ben, Liu, EJ, or Lazari’s souls.

- Sally and Ben are ghosts, their souls are between life and death, which Slenderman cannot reach.

- Liu and EJ are humans being infested by other entities, so their souls are intermingled with those entities and tainted by them. Slenderman finds those souls in particular repulsive.

- Lazari isn’t 100% human. She’s half demon because of Zalgo. Slenderman also finds that repulsive.

- No one knows what the mansion is. Is it a monster? Is it a god? Is it something else entirely? No one knows.

- Jeff and EJ hang out and tend to avoid most people in the mansion. They bonded over Nina being obsessed with both of them.

- Sally and Ben kind of come and go as they please, but stick around because it makes them feel like they have a home.

- Slenderman doesn’t care if any of them live or die, but the mansion seems more..parental?

- It shifts and communicates with its control over the floors and walls. It urges them to get out of bed, to put a coat on when it’s cold, to eat a hot meal.

- It would be sweet if you didn’t know that it was always watching.

- The basement isn’t a basement.

- Liu and EJ claim to hear a heartbeat from under the living room floorboards.

- The heartbeat lulls Sally, Lazari, and Ben to sleep a lot of the time. It’s not uncommon to find them all curled up on the couches.

- They can’t hear it, but it’s like a subconscious thing where you can’t realize it’s there but your body knows it’s there.

- Liu and EJ are the exception.

- Slenderman too.

- The mansion is infinite and creates rooms as needed.

- Don’t wander too far inside, it doesn’t make an effort to keep a stable form once you get past the initial hallways and rooms.

- There are rumors that only one human has ever escaped Slenderman’s grasp.

- A guy named..Vinny? His name is whispered on the wind like a secret spoken for no one to hear.

- This gives the people in the mansion a glimmer of hope that maybe one day they’ll be free. If one guy can escape, couldn’t they all?

- Too bad the only way out is death. Death that Slenderman has no control over. When there are other powers at play.

- Say you get killed by an entity of massive magnitude, one that can shape the world how it wants it to be, who rivaled with Slenderman for eons.

- One who is one hell of a bad HABIT.

- But you kill him and you both die together. That is how you escape. Through loopholes.

- Too bad there aren’t enough for everyone.

YoU WIlL BrEaK OVeR aNd OvEr AgaIn.

I WILL PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER.

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Shout out to MH, EMH, PastaMonsters, and people who like to build onto Creepypasta mansion concepts for the inspo for these headcanons!

Be safe and have a nice day!

[hayda-rasibe]

Weird things on my mind

(All of this is about the characters nor content creators)

Puppet Grian

Grian has said that he has holes for eyes and no mouth, that kid of reminded me of a puppet that my teacher had it had no mouth and two black eyes that were carved in. So now in my mind Grian (the skin) is a puppet and that would actually kind of fit.

Like his skin is pretty plain and his red jumper is kind of normal on puppets and his skins could just be him customising himself. It would fit in with the watchers lore and him killing in the life series could be like a killer doll (puppet)

The role plays he made could also be puppet shows

Maybe he just haunts the puppet or was born one.

Etho being kakashi

Ethos skin is kakashi everyone knows this and he is often headcanon either as a wolf or fox (as far as I seen)

but I thought it could be fun if it was kakashi accidentally dimension travelling like imagine kakashi throwing himself to a different dimension which is very different from his own

Could be a fun fanfic

Gem being in Steven universe

She could be a jasper like she can fight and is strong.

Maybe she could be an off colour and shorter but still very strong

Pearl could also be there

Hunger Games au with Jimmy as Lucy grey

Him being the canary (a song bird) and often him dying starts off the killing feast in the life series plus it would be fun seeing him haunting the narrative

Not sure who would be Snow but I don’t think anyone fits right into that role

Life series members in Hell’s Kitchen

Scar burning everything down

Tango also burning everything down

Skizz making a mess

Impulse over-salting everything

Martyn under-salting everything

Mumbo not showing up

Scott just making desserts no matter what is asked of him (it’s the best dessert you will ever have)

Pearl saying concerning stuff

Bdubs undercooking stuff or over cooking stuff

Bigb cooking perfectly but always not what was ordered

Etho not knowing how to turn on the oven

Gem doing okay but cooking with pretty wild meats and freaking everyone out with her knife skills

Grian either making the best food ever or intentionally making the most vile stuff

Ren eating the raw meat and not cooking a single thing

Joel getting in a screaming match with the diners, Ramsay and the waiters

Jimmy almost crying

Cleo laughing at everyone’s stupidity and insanity

Lizzie seeing who is there and turning around and going home

Gorden having to go to therapy

[tinksummers]

Okay hear me out:

TADC/Sonic/Murder Drones/Zelda crossover.

I don’t care if it’s cringe, I’m having fun with it! And it’s not just because I wanna make a bunch of comics and animatics based on this lol. And come Headcanons, so I’m gonna yap for a few moments.

Shadow and Jax have the most devious rivalry, but there’s one thing they bond about. Latinas(I thank a bud in a discord server for this.)

Amy generally befriends everyone, for example if Cyn were still around she’s tried to appeal to her better nature. (Similarly what she did for Shadow and Gamma.) Despite N and Uzi urging her not too.

Jax would try to push Shadow’s buttons despite literally everyone urging him not too. But though Rouge and Sonic encourage him because it’s funny.

Zelda is generally fascinated by the circus while Link is just confused by it all.

How all of these guys met in the first place is just fan fiction, Eggman makes a machine that allows to cross into other worlds. But as device haywire(either through malfunction or Sonic destroying it) the worlds slightly merge(something similar to this?)

N’s over eagerness can make people a little unsettled, especially with the thousand yard stare and smile of his. But characters like Cream befriends him without a care in the world.

Are there ships? Yes, the placement of the sketches shows it. FunnyBunny, Shadamy, Nuzi, and Zelink.

I think if Link and Zelda explain the previous timelines/ancestry everyone would be intrigued. Especially Tails.

Amy and Gangle bond over anime, especially magical girl anime and romance anime. They love things such as Sailor moon, the precure series, Tokyo Mew Mew, and Fruits basket.

Pomni argue like sisters(based off that one glitch ad with the two). Pomni is big sister and Uzi is little sister vibes.

People try to pick up Amy’s hammer, especially Jax but no one but her or shadow can wield it.

Zelda likes to ramble about the Sheikah temples all the time, which makes everyone fall asleep.

V and Blaze would get along, a mutual respect between the two of them.

Uzi would believe Amy’s too girly, Zelda’s an uptight princess, Pomni… she’d just think she was annoying.

And at the moment, that’s all I have, I could have more, but these are just the Headcanons I’ve thought about over the last couple of days.

[xenoooowrites]

Jjk Characters with a Cursed Object Collector S/O:

This one is based off of a fic by @thewritetofreespeech They gave me permission to expand on this idea so I hope they like it too! :D

Their original post is here!

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Satoru Gojo:

I believe Satoru LOVES when you get excited over a new item to add to your collection. Truly! Though, he also finds it amusing how you INSIST on taking ALL objects you find. However, he 100% adores how excited you get over cursed items. He LIVES for the sparkle in your eyes that appears when you see something like a cursed knife or even a cures's body part that's been preserved.

He also believes in asking about the new editions to your collection. He asks soooo many questions about where and when you got a certain item. He loves hearing you yap on and on about particular item you're proud of, so don't hold back. He keeps you on your toes by piping in with questions.

He also likes to disorganize your collection just to hear you scold him and fix it. I like to think

Suguru Geto:

Suguru 100% relates to your infatuation with cursed items due to his consumption of curses. He loves to see you perk up at the chance to take any cures items you see while he's taking curses. Seeing your elated smile makes his day for sure. He also makes sure to always bring any cursed items he finds on missions.

Another thing he does is gives you advice on how you could reorganize your collection. He tends to do this just to see and hear you talk endlessly about each object you have. When you do give into his sly antics, he sits and smiles while you explain to him why each dagger is distinctly different.

Shoko Ieiri:

Shoko is pretty indifferent about it. Don't get me wrong, she loves your little collection (or obsession as she puts it) and how cute it is, however she is a little unsure about how big your collection may get (or how big it is). She does like seeing you come up to her after a mission to show her how many new trinkets and weapons you've obtained.

She also tends to give different recommendations on how to rearrange your collection, but prefers if you didn't. Despite this, she won't complain if you talk endlessly about anything you have. She asks questions on how you got your objects if you haven't already talked her ear off as soon as you got it.

I like to think Shoko also jokes around and asks if you have a cursed lighter. Like she'll make the joke everytime you bring something until you actually bring one.

Toji Fushiguro:

Oh... Toji makes fun...

He'll make a joke that you'd be easy to capture if someone places a cursed item under a net. Though he makes jokes, he still loves you and your smile. The jokes, for the most part, were just ploys to mask the adoration he has to you. He'll complain about not having enough space for it, but he'll always make due for you.

He finds it funny that you just take any cursed items you find on a job. Especially when you come with him. It amuses him how you'd drop everything just to grab something. He also brings anything he finds and asks if you find it "Good enough for the collection", but he makes it seem like he's doing it because he had "Nothing better to do".

He purposely messes up your collection just to mess with you as well. He really just wants to hear you scold him while focusing on rearranging your things. He'll call you a "Busy Bee" everytime you do and you have to hush him by talking about some exotic new item you've obtained.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Like Toji, he makes fun, but in a more reserved way. He'll call it "insignificant" and "a waste of time", but he actual finds the whole thing amusing. He watches you quietly when you wander off to grab an item after a rugged (mostly one-sided) battle. He'll grumble to himself about keeping you on a leash when you wander off.

He doesn't mind the size of your collection, but he'll still say it takes up so much space. He also orders Uraume to search around for cursed items for you in secret. He also orders them to leave them in around for you to find. I like to think he enjoys watching you find more.

He calls your moments of explanation "Insolent talking" but lets you continue. He won't EVER admit how much he genuinely likes hearing you talk. Buuuut, he's more interested on how you got said item, especially if you had to fight for it. He enjoys hearing about how hard you had to fight for the things you get. Makes him very proud.

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Okayyyy soooo this probably was better in my head but I think it's okay? Anyways all props for the idea goes to @thewritetofreespeech for allowing me to use the idea :3 THANK YOU ONG Hope ya'll enjoyed!!!

[fanfic-inator795]

The Bad Guys 2 spoilers

I gotta say, I really love the Chief/Commissioner’s development in the sequel. I feel like it would’ve been soooooo easy to just continue portraying her as a hard-ass forever annoyed at the Bad Guys’ freedom/continued existence.

And that would’ve worked fine, as we saw in the Mariscino Ruby short… but I don’t think it would’ve been as fun, instead becoming just repetitive after a while.

But naw, outside of that one “once a crook, always a crook” line she gave on TV, the Chief ends up having a bit of a different role in this movie - and I love that!

I love that she still gets agitated at the guys, but still gives them a chance to help her - and once they do, she’s immediately friendly with them, not thinking they’re going to backstab her until they accidentally give her a reason to think that way. Again, it would’ve been easy to just keep her character as an antagonist, maybe even make her more corrupt by having her try to hide evidence of the Bad Guys doing good just because she personally feels they deserve to be in jail, but I’m glad they went for the more interesting and wholesome option.

I also love how, when she does feel that ‘betrayal’, she’s actually kinda heartbroken by it! Like, she was willing to be their ally! It wasn’t a reluctant partnership, she thought they were all turning a corner together! And then of course, you have her trying to be tough but ultimately being willing to give them a chance, tying into the movie’s overall theme and showing that, while a majority may be unfair or unwilling, there ARE people out there willing to give you a second chance if you just keep trying - and that’s beautiful! AND THEN THEY TACKLE HER IN A HUG WHEN SHE FINALLY TRUSTS THEM?! AHHHHH SO GOOD!! ^v^

It’s also great that Chief gets to be both this powerful yet still funny badass, while also being allowed to be emotional without getting made fun of by the Bad Guys or the film for it. I love that she gets teary-eyed over the idea of the Bad Guys dying in their big space mission, followed by her giving Wolf a salute. And of course, the fact that it’s the Chief and her connections who gets the Bad Guys + Diane a shot at a secret agent job where not only can they do some good, but they’re also able to use their extraordinary skills and not just force themselves to be ‘normal’ good civilians is just lovely!

So yeah, I really love the Chief’s role in this movie and I hope they keep her friendship with the guys in the third movie, if there is one. Like, she can still be a bit stern with them or be a bit annoyed by their more rough-around-the-edges qualities, but also continue to be the first to vouch for them while also joining them for stuff like family dinners and game nights.

[starlovesganyu]

Hihihi. Would it be possible to do one of the jokier characters like Hu Tao or Yae Miko or whoever you want really, and they find out their S/O is getting bullied/harassed? What do they do? How do they react?

s/o protection program!

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how they react when you're getting harassed

various characters x gn!reader

ft: yae miko, hu tao, lisa

warnings: descriptions of verbal manipulation and psychological intimidation

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yae miko -`✮´-

• when you first tell yae (or she finds out), she'll wear a composed, even amused expression. but under this facade, she is seething. even if she avoids being overly sentimental, her fluffy tail will curl around you protectively as you vent

• "oh, is that so..." she'll say with that sly smile, maybe with a tilt of her head and a soft laugh...but her ears twitch ever so slightly- a sign that she is actually pissed. very pissed. she may be amused with petty drama, but the moment someone dare hurt you, her darling, it's not funny anymore

• rather than confront the bully directly, yae opts to dismantle them piece by piece. socially, emotionally, and spiritually

• she has connections, status, and influence. with a single whisper to the right people, the perpetrator's standing crumbles. invitations stop coming in. opportunities dry up. people begin to avoid them

• and if that's not enough, minor "disturbances" begin to follow them around. lost belongings, flickering lights, and silent, golden eyes watching them from rooftops, dark corners, and alleyways

• yae won't tell you she's doing these things, but you'll notice the harassment cease very quickly

• she'll call you "so helpless" with a mischievous grin as she pulls you into her lap and gently brush your hair. "you really should have told me sooner little one...i would've had so much fun taking care of it"

• alongside her acts of vengeance, yae will start more frequently appearing alongside you in public- not enough to make a scene, but enough that anyone thinking of bothering you suddenly remembers how scary the guuji truly is

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hu tao -`✮´-

• at first, hu tao thinks you're joking. i mean, who is crazy enough to mess with the 77th director of wangsheng funeral parlor's partner?

• but once she realizes you're being serious (and hurt), she'll try and crack a couple jokes to cheer you up. if they don't work in lifting your spirits, she'll visibly soften (and deflate a little. are her jokes really not that funny?) and try her darn hardest to comfort you

• there's a reason why no one has or should mess with hu tao

• after learning about the harassment, she'll call on the assistance of her spirit friends!

• the bully will experience small unexplainable events at first: flickering lights, doors creaking at night, whispers only they can hear, and chills even on the warmest days. the longer they bother you, the worse it gets

• they'll begin to experience vivid, terrifying dreams full of their worst fears. no matter what they do, the dreams always return. they can't sleep without facing them

• hu tao will eventually send them a note, a red envelope marked with the wangsheng funeral parlor seal. inside: a talisman, their name, and the date of the next full moon. "if you're wise, you'll leave them alone. if not...well...some souls don't rest easy"

• when the harassment finally stops, she'll be uncharacteristically gentle with you, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing every inch of your face. "you'll never have to deal with this kind of thing on your own y'know....i'm here! ghosts, bullies, bad dreams, whatever it is...leave it to the greatest director to've ever lived!"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

lisa -`✮´-

• when you first tell lisa what is happening, she'll listen very carefully. she won't interrupt, simply smiles, nods...and gently strokes your hair. "oh dear...that doesn't sound nice at all"

• before confronting the bully, lisa prioritizes your comfort. she'll draw you a warm, lavender-scented bath and sit nearby (or get in with you if requested!), letting you rant or say nothing at all

• once the tears dry up (if any), lisa will gradually bring you back to your usual self with her signature flirty remarks. once she's done, you'll be to flustered to even think about anything or anyone but lisa

• similarly, when it comes to dealing with the harasser, lisa doesn't rush into her revenge. she does her homework. she'll investigate your harasser like she's preparing a research paper. names, habits, weak points, social ties- every. detail.

• unlike the others, lisa is more confrontational. she'll find the bully- wherever they are- pulling them to her private office to give them a thorough verbal lashing. she'll utilize the information she gathered to dissect their character one sentence at a time

• and if they attempt to fight her off? big mistake. one crackle of electro and they're face-down, twitching slightly. don't worry, she'll never overdo it- just enough to teach them a lesson (and leave a mark, lest they ever forget)

• when it's all over, lisa won't just let them walk away scot-free. she'll bring them to you and make them apologize to your face

• then she'll take you out to a quiet restaurant to help clear your head of any lingering thoughts. "it's done. now let's go somewhere quiet...you've had enough stress for one day"

thanks for reading!!!

[reconstructwriter]

Superman 2025 Thoughts

Overall I liked this movie. It was fun. It was heartwarming. It was a little silly and a lot more sincere for it. Superman 2025 wasn’t afraid to have its mushy moments and its caring moments and its ridiculous stuff. Now unlike Sinners (2025) this didn’t blow away my expectations so far out of the park and I would make some changes to it if I got the chance. But it was an enjoyable movie with depth and heart:

Not as long as my Sinners rambling but a long one fair warning! Also spoilers ahead.

The Boravian invasion of Jarhanpur is clearly based on current events, both the Russian invasion of Ukraine – the rhetoric used to justify it, friendship between a country’s dictator and a powerful CEO – and Israel’s genocide of Palestine – the plot and goal behind the invasion, the invading country being a US ally. While several people bring up problems with Superman’s ‘didn’t think this through’ approach to stopping the war, the narrative remains firmly on the side of Jarhanpur all the way to the end. In a time where even non-profits are banning aid to Palestine this is a bold move and a much needed one from a moral and narrative standpoint – an invasion turns out to be a problem no amount of strength can solve.

Speaking of bold moves this movie also goes hard into Immigration, the conflict of those who immigrate both within and without. Superman’s character development is centered around his internal conflict between where he was born and where he was raised. So many people here refer to Superman as alien and foreign – which makes it easier to turn people against him. Finally there’s his experience in captivity – he’s beaten up for no reason other than malevolence, not read his rights and stripped of those rights because he’s ‘an alien’, disappeared quite literally off the face of the earth and tortured both physically and emotionally. Hot Damn if that is not exactly what is happening in this country Right Now! I know DC is as money-grubbing as any other company but they at least use their multi-billion dollar platform to speak out against crap like this!

The scene where Malik is dragged down and forced to play a game of Russian roulette by Lex Luthor is just heart-breaking, but I don’t think its just a ‘poor little lamb’ situation. Malik chooses to help the fallen Superman back to his feet, he chooses not to submit to interrogation and does everything he can to convince Superman of the same. He chooses to be a hero and in the face of his choices Lex Luthor coldly murders him in a game, but Metamorpho chooses to help Superman. Ultimately he subverts the mauve shirt trope and is given a front pager on the Daily Planet as a hero at the end.

Superman’s capture also gives other characters a chance to shine – namely Lois Lane and Mr. Terrific! Much like in Man of Steel Lois Lane plays a larger role in this movie, from being the devil’s advocate against Superman’s rash actions and constant ‘self-interviews’ to being the one who actually writes – well dictates because she’s also flying at the time – the story which busts Lex Luthor. Finally she goes further in this movie as the rescuer instead of the damsel in distress!

Which she definitely couldn’t have done without Mr. Terrific. Of the Justice Gang he might be the most ruthless – being the one to kill the Kaiju earlier by feeding it bombs (ouch) – yet of the three Superheroes he’s the only one moved enough to partner up with Lois Lane to rescue Superman, who’s a political prisoner of the US government. It’s his ride that gets them there, his technology and kick-ass that gets them both through the camp and portal and locates Superman. He’s also the one who shuts down the rift creeping through Metropolis and towards Gotham, casually slapping aside one of Luthor’s scientists with a satisfying ‘I don’t need your help’. And he doesn’t. He's terrific!

The movie also avoids most ‘and the Cops and/or US military saves the day’. Everyone else saves the day: superheroes of course but also the reporters in the Daily Planet, the surprising mole in Luthor’s camp and hell Malik does more against Luthor than cops or military, I’d argue. The only ‘on the side of the heroes’ thing they really do is arrest the bad guy right at the end – after everyone else has done all the hard work and sacrifices of exposing and stopping him.

I also love the characterization. Superman feels and feels freely. He rages, he cries, he’s got heart in a way the character has been missing for the last couple of films. People will die if he doesn’t do this thing and that’s his biggest consideration. While he comes off as hot-headed he’s NEVER malicious, even to his enemies. This Superman feels, after just this movie, the kind of person a world of people would mourn if he were killed.

I also love Lex as the villain – a quintessential villain of our time. He’s the tech bro who cares about popularity and having a spotlight on his massive ego at all time. He’s the billionaire face of every ‘eat the rich’ slogan for the violence he commits against billions, against multiple countries for petty envy. Finally he’s an arms-dealer who is just fine with war and genocide just to be able to murder one man. He uses and abuses Ultraman like a mere video game character to hurt Superman. He's petty, murderous and cares for nothing beyond his own ego. While both he and Superman are shown losing their tempers, he’s the one who throws stuff at his girlfriend in a petty desire to hurt. Superman at most does some property damage to someone who can replace it with his pocket change and then some.

Then there’s Superman’s parents. Jonathan says it best when he says: "Parents aren't for tellin' their kids who they're supposed to be. We are here to give you tools to make fools of yourselves all on your own."

Now THAT is what a parent should be! And in a time where cries of ‘for the children!’ and ‘parental rights!’ are reaching their peak it’s a saying that dearly needs said. A moment of true parental love, of being proud of what your kid made THEMSELVES, not what you made them. Meanwhile Jor-El and Lara end up being an up to eleven variant of parents who direct and/or live through their kids and call it love. It’s wrong of parents to treat their kids as extensions of themselves and I’m glad the Kents are having none of that.

Eve is a surprising breakout! I love that the seemingly airheaded self-absorbed girlfriend pulls one over Lex. Given she knows about the dimensional prison and the fate of Luthor’s other ex-girlfriends and his surveillance its little wonder she subtly gathered dirt on him and its a clever way to do so. While I might not get her fixation on Jimmy he's objectively not a bad choice given her situation. Finally, once Luthor initiates physical violence against her, she’s done – and the movie also shows what reporting an abuser costs too!

Superman 2025 also comes with a lot of allusions, references and outright compilations of other stories, characters and more from older movies and comics, so Super-nerds should be very happy. And they aren't obnoxious about these nods like Star Wars has been. That being said there was room for improvement here:

The twist of Jor-El and Lara’s message actually being ‘we love you now go forth and conquer, subjugate these lesser beings and give us a billion grandbabies off them’ is bonkers. I feel like it upends the film’s general pro-immigrant message by being a summation of the worst cliché anti-immigrant fears. Also anyone with an amateur’s understanding of biology or linguistics, if that, should be able to poke some logic-shaped holes in this. I’d rather the movie have stuck closer to the original comics they were inspired by or at least used ambiguous words. ‘Master’, for example, can be used ominously while still having very different meanings depending on the culture even here on earth.

*tired sigh* Can we stop undermining our own narratives with bigotry.

Speaking of...

The Perfect Victim myth is a tired lie with unfortunate implications – far moreso when applied to an entire country and especially given the irl invasions and genocides going on right now. We don’t need to further ingrain the message that any PoC (or any target of a wrong) fighting back, even against the worst invasion, colonialism and fucking genocide, is ‘just as bad’. The Boravian army and president weren’t stopped by anything less than violence and the level of heroicness isn’t diminished if people from Jarhanpur do so as the Justice Gang. Instead of the Justice Gang being the cavalry to the rescue or something, the movie shows Jarhanpur farmers with hand tools fleeing helplessly before the might of Boravia tanks and focuses on teary-eyed kids hoisting a home-made Superman flag.

Ultraman/Superman’s Clone – Superman’s attitude towards him undermined his otherwise compassionate characterization. He had all the kindness in the world for robots without programmed personalities and random squirrels but why not even a direct word to his own clone? Here is a man, stranger and brother, who was no doubt raised in hell as a child super soldier. Has Ultraman known one kind word, one gesture of compassion in all his short, brutal life? Couldn’t Superman have given...well anything except a ye ole bog standard superhero fight scene. I don’t see any continuation of ‘choices make the man’ theme here or acknowledgment that each could’ve been the other in a different life. Even a short two-sentence exchange of Superman rehashing his father’s words to his clone and Ultraman shouting ‘then I choose to kill you!’ would be more meaningful.

Beyond those issues I’m mostly nit-picking the rest of my complaints.

While I loved Mr. Terrific’s stand-out character my favorite of the JLA back in the day was Hawkgirl and I was a little worried about how she’d be portrayed in a movie where she’s contrasted with a wholesome hero. I mean, she is a more temperamental, ruthless hero who would be well-contrasted with this Superman. The results didn’t make me rage-quit but did disappoint. I think she got the least amount of spotlight and most of what she did get was focused on her surface traits, not her depth. Disappointment.

Though at least they don’t pair her up with this Green Lantern. That would’ve just been an insult.

If I’d been Superman I would’ve probably been just as bull-headed in stopping the war, but I’d have dragged the Boravia dictator out onto the battlefield he created instead of a random cactus. It rubs his own shit in his face better, has a bigger intimidation factor as he’s surrounded by all the tanks and weapons I’ve turned into so much scrap metal and gives me a stronger bargaining position. Not only does he need me to get him out of here but every second we stay ups his chances of getting shot. It’d still be a political nightmare – given the politics of the day are a-okay with genocide was there a politically correct option for Superman? – but the treatment would be less of a public relations fiasco.

Finally technological incompetence played for laughs is cliché. Sure, there’s rural folks who are that bad and worse – though often for unfunny poverty/lack of resources reasons – but come on I’ve heard this one a million times.

Also their accents? I thought they were supposed to be from Kansas, not my neck o’ the woods.