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eviesaurusrex · 2 months ago

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Though I'm just halfway through Iron Flame and don't know how Xaden turns into a venin and of like rest of the fandom and Vi, as of now we don't know the cure for it too. I stumbled upon some 'venin-cure' theories and one of it inspired this idea so hear me out.

Ik Xaden turned into a venin for Violet. As per theories, if he can become one for his love, he has come into the realization and give up what he took (the direct power).

Finally the idea: the reader is actually pregnant. It's up to you if Xaden knew it earlier or not but maybe like idk they're in a war zone or whatever situation, he was going to kill somebody or whatever and at that moment reader faces Xaden. Telling him that she's not going to fight him, she let go of her dagger or sword, trying to remind him of himself, showing him his ring still on her finger. When she sees him calming down, she may take his hand and touch her barely visible (or visible) belly, begging him to let go of the power, reminding him that he's in control of himself, begging him to come to her and their baby.

summary: After Xaden turned venin, YN tries everything in her power to get the love of her life—and the father of her unborn child—back.

word count: 5.3k (whoopsie-daisy)

warnings: dragons, injuries, weapons, blood, pregnant!YN, incorrect events, my lacking knowledge about the majority of IF and OS, my take on the venin topic, angst, survivor’s guilt, fluff, Brennan being the older brother type of friend, venin!Xaden, post-venin!Xaden

author’s note: Thank you for the ask, dear anon! I haven’t read Iron Flame and Onyx Storm yet (I’ve started with IF a couple days ago), so this is my take on the plot and has nothing to do with the actual plot in the books. I hope you enjoy my silly ideas! (And please, don’t come for my head :x) I'm sorry it took so long to get this thing done—I just couldn't stop writing. The dividers are made by @enchanthings-a!

Startled, YN woke with a gasp, her hand instinctively flying toward her lower abdomen, touching the tightly laced flight leathers, and took one steadying breath when she felt the still unfamiliar tiny bump one could easily miss. It wasn't broad knowledge that she expected a child because if so, no sane member of the squad would allow her to continue flying out with them, fighting with them. Only one person knew of her condition—the one person she couldn't hide a thing like that from, not when he was to keep mending her injuries after a particularly gruesome fight. He had felt it the second his hand had touched her shoulder, and there was nothing she could've said in order to convince him of being wrong about it.

She had known for a while.

But she had more pressing matters at hand not to think too closely about what this would mean in the foreseeable future.

Finally, YN realized what had woken her, and her eyes immediately jumped toward the commotion in the hallway, the door ajar and not fully closed. Voices echoed into the dim sitting room she had chosen a few hours ago when she had returned from her patrol on dragon back, her body aching and filled with exhaustion. Only a few hours and then you wake me again, she had told Violet and Mira, but obviously, neither of the women had respected her wish. Typical. The thought crossed her when YN pulled herself up, quietly grunting when her feet still burned, and her back still struck her with searing pain.

Sleeping on a couch wasn't the wisest of the ideas she had in the last couple of weeks.

"No, Violet," Brennan's voice suddenly cut the air in a tone one rarely witnessed the eldest Sorrengail use. "But—" Violet tried to interfere, and with quiet steps, YN rounded the coffee table, heart galloping in her ribcage. "I said No." Another voice entered the conversation the woman had a hunch was about her. "She'd want to know, Brennan. If the report is true, it's Xaden, and we're talking about YN, for heaven's sake. She'd want to know," Garrick almost hissed behind the door, and her heart rate sped up even more, her breath hitching.

Xaden…?

The Sorrengail practically growled at that, and the shadow now stretching through the crack in the door was most definitely his as he stepped in front of it, blocking the way. "Let her sleep—she needs it. Have you seen her when she came back?! She isn't in the constitution to fly back into a battle which could easily end her life if it's really Xaden. Have you thought about that for just a second? What it would do to her? How distracting it would be because all she will think about is how to save him, but not herself?"

Brennan was right; even YN could admit that. But despite how much she had grown to like him—even love him as the brother she never had—he couldn't stop her from whatever she tried to accomplish, especially not when it happened to concern the one man she loved more than anything in this world. So it was easy to grab the sword resting against the armchair and push it into the sheath strapped across her back, the quiver and bow following closely.

The steps of her boots echoed through the room, not caring if anyone would hear her because she would be gone before they'd realize she had been awake to overhear them. She knew Riorson House better than her own home, so it was easy to open the double-sided windows into the morning hours of the day barely beginning, the sky tinted a pretty hue of pink and red. Her feet found the stone edge of the windowsill, and her hands grabbed onto the sturdy vines climbing across this side of the house, and with a grace she didn't feel like having in her tired body anymore, YN swung herself into the green and climbed down, disappearing into the city.

Her mind opened further and searched for the bond to her dragon, feeling his dark presence in the back of her mind, his focus sharp and unyielding. "Are we off to another battle, Stormy One?" If the situation were different, YN would probably huff at the silly nickname the dark beast had given her even before her signet had manifested. "Yes—and I don't want to hear a single word about not being allowed to do so anymore. I'm not made of glass all of a sudden." She would never sit behind just to please others, not when the happiness of her future was hinging by an almost nonexistent thread.

YN would never leave him behind in the dirt, having to fend and fight for himself like he had done for so long. No, she would move heavens and earths in order to find the one thing that would bring him back.

The dragon huffed into her mind, displeasure evident. "I am not one of your human friends, girl. I may not feel entirely content with flying into battles while you are carrying a child, but I will protect you both. Nothing will happen to either you or the little one." His words hung heavy between them; not only a fickle promise but a vow. "I will hold you to that," her voice only a whisper, her hand gently touching the leathers across her belly when she reached the outskirts of the city where the dragons rested.

Tairn was already in front of them, Sgaeyl right next to him, and both dragons watched the woman stepping closer, determination evident on YN's face. "It is him, girl, isn't it?" Her voice flooded her mind, and YN stopped before the blue daggertail, nodding at her question. "Yes." It was as simple as that. "I do not know how you gather all this hope in your heart, and I do not need to understand it. But if one can find a cure and bring him back, it is you, storm wielder." Swallowing, YN stretched one hand out when Sgaeyl lowered her proud head and pressed the side of it against the small palm, warmth seeping into her skin at the contact of the blue scales. "I cannot lose hope. I won't. Not with so much at stake."

It wasn't just her life that could be ruined if she failed, but the life of her unborn child as well. She didn't want the tiny being growing inside her to grow up without a father, without the man YN had learned to love so deeply; it seemed impossible at the beginning. This baby had a right to know their extraordinary father—not just through stories and whispered tales behind closed doors.

The ring resting on her left finger felt heavy at that moment; the promise they had made to one another was almost like a burden on her shoulders. If Xaden couldn't carry it, she would do it for both of them until they stood in front of a priest, blessing their union, and making them one in the eyes of the gods.

"YNN—fuck!"

The shouted curse made her turn, blinking against the rising sun to find Garrick stumbling uphill, almost losing his footing in the dewy grass. "YN!" His eyes found her when he stumbled across a stone, and his massively built body was almost floored to the ground. "And that one is bonded to Chradh?" Sgaeyl growled without a flicker of humor, but YN knew—the blue daggertail meant it that way. She had it in her—somewhere. At least Tairn huffed in amusement for a moment before his protectiveness demanded its place, and he took one earth-shaking step forward, growling in warning when Garrick finally reached them.

The brunet watched both dragons with raised hands before he stared at YN, almost pleadingly. Icy coldness flooded her body, and she slowly shook her head. "No," she said definitively. "You won't make me stay." She turned, ready to climb Tairn's leg and leave Aretia behind, flying into battle just like the other riders already in the skies. The sound of his steps made her stop with her hands on the black scales, followed by the words she didn't anticipate. "I'd never dream of it, YNN. I want to come with you." Turning again, the woman watched him, one of her closest friends, trying to decipher if he truly meant it. "You want to come with me?" It sounded more surprised than she had initially planned, and he seemed relieved by her question. "Yes. I know you have Tairn, and you don't need more protection than that, but let me be by your side, watching your back. Just in case. I want to help however I can because that's…—that's what Xaden would want me to do."

Hurt flashed inside her very being at the sound of his name, at the reminder of what she had lost all those weeks ago during the attack when he had tried to protect her with everything that he was, paying the ultimate price for her safety. It was her fault. YN knew that, and everyone around her knew it, too.

Swallowing against the all-consuming pain threatening to push the tears back into her eyes, YN slowly nodded, stepping closer and letting him pull her into a tight hug. "Thank you," was all she whispered into the leather protecting his chest, feeling a kiss pressed to the crown of her head. "We will find a way."

He couldn't possibly know that, and still, it warmed her heart that she wasn't the only one clinging to hope.

The sun had almost risen to its zenith when they finally arrived at the battlefield, already littered with bodies—both human and venin—and without having to tell Garrick her plan, he followed close when Tairn dove into a fall to rip a wyvern off of a green dragon and its rider. Chradh was close behind in order to grip onto the wyvern's wing, holding it in place with Tairn, and Garrick shielded his eyes as soon as he saw YN raising both her hands, calling for her signet. The energy gathering above her charged the air around them, and when she felt the now familiar sensation of it tickling her skin, she let the lightning loose, aiming at the venin screaming on their dragon and eradicating them in a silver flash, burned to the bones. The wyvern's distressed sounds quieted when its rider died, and both dragons let it fall toward the ground, roaring triumphantly.

YN's breath had grown shallow at the power cursing through her, feeling it eating on her energy and strength, but she couldn't stop. Not until she had found Xaden among their enemies.

"We need to find him!" She shouted over the fighting noise around them, echoing off the mountains surrounding the valley. Garrick all but nodded and let his dragon fly to the side of the valley, flying wide circles over the terrain. YN did just that as well, letting Tairn choose his own part of the area, knowing he would look out for any enemies to destroy them with her while also searching for his mate's rider.

After almost an hour, the woman pressed herself flat on her dragon, trying to catch her breath. "I don't know how long I can do this," she let the black shadow carrying her know even though he had already sensed it. "I know, Stormy One. You did well." His deep, rumbling voice was comforting in her mind, warm even at the praise. "We should not encounter much more, I promise. They are fleeing like rats," he informed her after another bend around the valley, the mountainside towering right next to them, and indeed, the commotion of the fighting grew fainter with each passing moment.

At least until Tairn roared in warning and leaped into a free fall, making YN scream in surprise before she gathered her wits again and pressed herself even tighter against the black scales underneath her, holding on tight onto the pommel of hardened dragon skin, tears straining her eyes despite the flying goggles protecting them. "Chradh," was all her dragon pushed into her mind for an explanation, and immediately, worry filled her. "Garrick," she whispered into the strong winds trying to push her off of her dragon, but her body was trained into perfecting flying, holding her right where she belonged as Tairn roared anew and spat out a wall of fire, separating Garrick and his dragon as he fought off a venin and their wyvern.

With a fighting scream herself, YN let the lightning gather its strength above them before it rained down on their enemies, the impact throwing the brunet several feet away, but the venin crumbled into dust, and the wyvern died in the dirt next to them. Without waiting for Tairn to land fully, she climbed off her seat and slid off his back, the jump straining her knees when she hit the ground and almost tumbled face-first into the grass but gathered her balance in the last moment. "Garrick!" YN shouted for him as she started to run, crossing the distance through the cloud of sand, dirt, and smoke, coughing when she finally passed it with a hand covering her nose and mouth.

The glint of a sword in the sunlight was the first and only warning she would get, her body and mind moving on instinct alone—her own sword drawing as she leaped into the space between a passed-out Garrick and his attacker, and the horrible sound of clashing sharpened steel traveled across the valley when they stood head to head. It took a moment too long for YN to realize the recognition coursing through her when her eyes wandered across the opposing steel, taking in the intricate runes hammered into the surface.

She knew those runes. She had seen them numerous times when she had watched him cleaning and polishing his sword in the courtyard of Basgiath or their bedroom in Aretia. She had memorized them every time she had watched him train with one of their squad mates. She had kissed each and every one for strength and protection before he had been sent off into battle.

Her gaze jumped, traveling in dragon speed up the familiar body while her heart stopped for several long beats; the organ clenching painfully in her chest when she reached his handsome face, now lined with red veins, his once onyx eyes now tinted an angry shade of red.

She had done that to him.

Only because of her very existence did Xaden take too much and turn into their worst nightmare.

It's all my fault.

The sentence echoed through her mind, bouncing off the walls in every direction possible, making the pain and the loss almost unbearable.

Their swords still met between their bodies, pushing against one another in a silent fight, both staring into each other's eyes, unmoving. "Xaden," slipped past her lips in a desperate plea, trying to make him realize who she was, what she once had been to him not that long ago. The red in his eyes grew in its intensity at the sound of her voice, and he bared his teeth to her, growling, but he didn't use his entire strength to push her blade into moving toward her very own throat. "Xaden, please. You know who I am—I know somewhere in there is a part of you that knows me, just how I know you." It was merely a hope in the form of a silly blade of grass she clung onto now because she couldn't possibly know what still lived inside him and what had died that day. Sgaeyl wouldn't tell her if Xaden still communicated with her because this would ultimately mean that some part of him had survived.

Tears spilled over her cheeks, and her hands around the hilt of her sword started to shake at the strain in her muscles, forcing a sob out of her. "I have to believe that something remains in you, Xaden. Something I can fight for. You did this for me; you fought to keep me safe and alive, and now it's my turn to do the same. Do you understand me?" He leaned in closer for a heartbeat or two, taking her in, but not a single word left his lips. "I would never abandon our promise," YN whispered, and with one final push, she threw her sword away, somewhere to her right, way out of reach. Tairn tried to invade her mind, but all she could do was block him out.

She couldn't do this.

Her hope shriveled into a meager little sapling, prepared to turn brown and die.

Pulling off the ring Xaden had gifted her six months ago during a starry night filled with laughter and love, she held it up between them, the light blue aquamarine—his birthstone—catching the sunlight. "You gave this to me as a promise of a future together when all this is over. I promised you the same in return—a life filled with joy and happiness because that's what you deserve." He paused at that; only for a moment, but it was there, she knew it. "I won't fight you because I keep my promises. I always have."

Slowly, YN raised her other hand, pulling the bow and quiver off her back and letting it tumble to her feet; her daggers, strapped across both ribs and thighs, followed close. He watched her with an almost unnerving intensity and made her skin crawl, but it was still Xaden—somewhere deep down, it had to be him. Vulnerable as she was, she didn't expect him to raise his sword again, not when he had been almost calm, and she knew she would die—just like her hope and her baby. Their little one.

Another tear slid down her face when YN kept staring into his eyes, not letting him out of sight. He seemed to struggle against his own mind, his muscles flexing and trying to fight off whatever it was. The sword came closer and closer, the sharp blade almost nudging the skin at her neck when his movements stopped anew, his breathing hard and fast, and a droplet of sweat rolling down his temple.

"I won't fight you, Xaden," YN whispered again, never breaking their gazes, never moving an inch away from the death sentence that was his blade. "I have loved you for so long, and I will love you even after my death." Nothing in this world or beyond could take that away from her, not even Xaden himself.

One of her hands wrapped itself around the deathly steel, and YN didn't even flinch when she cut herself; the pain immediate and burning, the blood trailing down it, catching at the runes on its way to follow gravity. His eyes widened a fraction, now watching her blood, her injured hand, his chest heaving. She gripped the sword tighter, the red of her life essence spilling between her fingers, marking the moment when the sword he had sworn would always protect her, hurt her. "Look at me, Xaden." It was both a demand and a plea, and Xaden looked back at her, something like shadows curling in his red irises. "I know you're still in there, Xaden Riorson. Somewhere a part of you has survived, a part that did not succumb to the power, that could not hold on to it."

Gritting her teeth, YN pulled at the sword, feeling the steel digging deeper into her flesh, more blood seeping out of the wound, drenching her arm, and she only stopped when she felt it right against her neck, resting on the vulnerable vein pulsing right underneath her skin. She knew she couldn't cling long enough to this life to be saved when the man she loved decided to nick the skin, and she would pay the ultimate price in her pursuit of saving him.

She watched as Xaden's swirling eyes jumped to the point where they were joined, watching the blood trickle down, watching her hurt herself for him. His still handsome face contorted in confusion, in agony, in despair; the emotions so clear and almost palpable, YN could reach out and feel the pain radiating off his body.

"I know you can let go of it, Xaden. You are so strong, so incredibly brave. You overcame things no human being should even have to overcome. You are the best of all of us, you carry the burden and still live for a codex only the worthiest of men can live up to."

He was so close now that she could feel his warmth through her flight leathers, feel that ratchet power cursing through him.

"You never wanted this, you never strive for the absolute power, Xaden. This is my fault, and I would happily accept this burden if it means freeing you from it." A quiet sob forced its way out over her lips, and Xaden bent infinitesimally closer, the shadows claiming more of his eyes, fighting against the venin-red in a bitter fight for dominance. YN wanted to kneel in front of him, to beg every deity, every power in this world for guidance, for help, but instead, she continued to stare up at him, continued to bleed for him.

Perhaps she would pay the ultimate price for being too hopeful.

Shakily inhaling, her other hand softly, gently touched his wrist, feeling the warm skin, the electricity still dancing between them whenever they touched. "I need you," was all she could whisper when she had coaxed his hand from the corded hilt of his sword, his arm easy to maneuver in her hold as if his mind had to fight its battle without forcing him to withstand and fight everything he faced in reality. "We need you, Xaden."

There wouldn't be a kick for a long while, but the swell of her belly was unmistakably palpable for a hand as big as Xaden's, for fingers so long they almost entirely covered her front. Without moving or even breathing, her eyes watched him gazing down at their point of contact, skin touching skin, and his eyes flashed red, but his hand didn't move from her stomach, from where they had created something magical without knowing it.

"Please… Let go of it, my love. If not for me then for them. They deserve to know their incredible father. They deserve to grow up in a household filled with love, laughter, and strength. They deserve to know you."

Xaden's fingers that were pressed into the leather covering her body slightly flexed at those words, the red still warring against the shadows trying to reclaim their master, the veins pulsing angrily at the sheer force of power trying to eat him alive. His sword shook in her hand, and when he let go of the hilt, YN quickly abandoned her own hold on it, cupping his face in her hands, her warm blood covering his cheek. A deep growling groan escaped him as she pulled him down towards her, holding him right there, their foreheads pressed to one another.

"You are in control of yourself, Xaden—you always have been. Don't stop now when we need you the most." Whispering against his lips, YN kissed him despite everything, his hands flexing around her wrists and his lips moving in muted words, tears streaming down his face.

"Let go."

It was her last and final plea—perhaps both Zihnal and Dunne had mercy on them. Maybe it was sheer will. Despite not knowing what had changed, YN didn't question it when the mountain of a man fell to his knees and looked up at the sky, crying tears of blood and salt, an anguished battle cry escaping him. The force of power exploding around him pushed her backward, and instinctively, YN wrapped her arms protectively around her middle when she hit the hard, unyielding ground and rolled over stones and weapons before lying completely still.

Blinking against the ache and pain inside her body, she waited for something—anything.

And then—movements. Crunching stone under moving limbs and a deep sob traveling across the short distance.

“No. No, no, no, no! YN!”

She couldn't move, not daring to do so, when his oh-so-familiar voice entered her ears, and his warm body settled behind her, his warm hands grabbing her shoulders to gently roll her over. Coughing against the settling dust and squinting against the bright sky, YN looked up into his hovering face, one of his hands now cradling her neck and pulling her into his lap, sheltering her with his broad body.

"Xaden…?"

Another sob escaped him, tears of blood still streaming down his face where vein after vein slowly retreated, and the red in his irises being swallowed whole by the familiar onyx black specked with flecks of gold and amber. She still couldn't grasp it, not until his hand raised hers to his lips, kissing one blood-stained knuckle after the other.

"It's really you," YN whispered and smiled tiredly, her own tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. His nod was all but a confirmation; her hope starting to blossom into something more sturdy and permanent. "Whatever you did, it pushed the part of my soul still left behind to fight harder than before." His voice was hoarse from the lack of use, but he kept her close to his chest, ignoring the shakiness in his arms. "Thank you." It was barely a mumble, but she still heard it despite the sounds from behind them.

"Don't you dare drag me again like some kind of massive bone! YN! Hey, woah. No, no, no! Stop killing your wife!" Xaden rose with her in his arms and turned to a reawakened Garrick, staring dumbfounded at his best friend. "Don't be mad at him," YN all but whispered softly, trying herself on a smile for their friend as he shortened the distance between them and took them both in, eyes widening and mouth almost agape. "I'm not." And still, she could clearly hear the hurt in his rough voice, which would take time to disappear. She would be there, though. For everything that might come in the aftermath, whatever he needed to overcome to close this chapter.

Tairn growled when his massive body landed, and his burning eyes settled on them. "I will not allow you to commit such miscalculated stupidity again, girl. I will not tolerate it! And do not dear block me out ever again!" Too exhausted to argue with the angry black dragon, YN all but nodded and allowed Xaden and him to carry her onto her seat, wanting to escape this place as soon as possible.

She needed to bring Xaden home and far away from here—so that's what they did.

The sensation of soft sheets was the first thing he picked up on when sleep finally evaded him, and he woke with a groan. Even softer hands, one wrapped in something aching to a bandage, immediately took one of his hands between hers, and the mattress dipped slightly when her weight settled onto its edge. He knew without looking that it was YN right at his side, just where she had been when he first arrived back at Riorson House, half delusional from the exhaustion.

Home.

When he opened his eyes, Xaden groaned yet again at the brightness filtering through the windows, the curtains barely containing the light from a properly beautiful day outside these walls, and blinking, his eyes searched for her face. He found her immediately, the worry-etched lines between her soft brows deepening, but still, she tried to cover it up with her smile illuminating his entire world.

His heart ached when he thought about what she had been through—what they had been through—he barely could look into her eyes even though he knew there was not a single trace of accusation to be found. Yet, he felt guilt eating at him for putting her into this situation, the danger. Xaden once had vowed to protect her with all that he was, and all he had—and that vow had been turned to dust.

"Hi." Her soft whisper, still edged by insecurity and disbelief, pulled the Riorson back, made his mind shut up in an instant as it pinpoint-focused on her. "Hi," was his quiet return, and both squeezed their hands simultaneously, pulling strength out of the small touch. "How are you feeling? Are you thirsty?" Already trying to pull away to fill the glass waiting on his bedside table, Xaden stopped her with another squeeze of her fingers, making her look back at him. "I'm all right," he promised because, despite the exhaustion still rattling his body and his muscles feeling weak unlike ever before, he was all right. More so than that.

He finally felt like himself again. And she was the sole reason that he still was here.

Gently coaxing her bandaged hand closer to him, the man pressed a gentle kiss to the covered palm. His memories from that day were foggy at best, but he vividly remembered seeing her blood spill—it was the moment when he dared to fight harder than he had ever done so in his life to get back to her.

"I'm so sorry."

His voice grew raspy and even deeper, the distress clinging to his words. He did all that to her. To them.

"Don't you dare apologize for something you would never choose willingly, for something you couldn't control, Xaden Riorson. I won't allow it." Her words came immediately, and he sucked in a deep breath, feeling her hand gently cradling his face, the pad of her thumb caressing his cheek. He felt his eyes as they grew glassy, and blinking against it, Xaden pulled her hand off his face to press it against his steadily beating heart while his eyes traveled down her body until his gaze rested heavily on the barely there curve of her stomach.

"How are you?"

A soft laugh escaped YN at his question, making his lips twitch in growing joy. "We're okay. More than that now that you're with us." Lacing their fingers, YN let his hand cover the tiny bump hidden behind her flowy tunic, sighing deeply when Xaden's fingers flexed above it. "I think I heard Brennan shouting in the hallway last night," the Riorson mused, watching her roll her pretty eyes. "He spilled the secret, and now everyone knows of my… condition. That's what he did."

They both knew the Sorrengail only acted from a place of worry and love; YN didn't have to spell it out for him.

"I'm glad there was someone who took care of you and the little one when I couldn't," Xander murmured, making her look at him. "But I am here now. I will renew my vow to always protect you and our child, mo chroi. You two are my home, my everything." His voice broke at the last word, and she was there immediately, claiming her place at his side, allowing him to wrap her in his arms, pulling her incredibly close. Xaden felt her soft, warm lips press gentle kisses along his neck and jaw, like the touches of butterfly wings when they strove too close and her fingers buried into the short hair at the nape of his neck. "You are our everything, too, Xaden," YN whispered back, gently coaxing him to look at her where she was pressed to his body, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. "Whatever comes, we will be a family. We will be one. I will protect you with everything that I have and everything that I am—you and our child."

Those words still amazed the Riorson, his mind still reeling every time he dared to think or speak them, not yet entirely at ease with the thought of their existence in this world filled with war, battles, and enemies. But he would protect them—he would protect them with his life.

Nothing would come between him and his family.

Never again.

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humanpunchingbag1 · 3 months ago

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Some more sillies:

Evelyn : Something’s off.

Ariah : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Evelyn : No, but that’s funny.

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Jax : Look, Ayuda, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

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P!Gangle: If God’s ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it................So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.

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Pomni: Ayuda won’t come out of their room!

Hoppy : Just tell them I said something.

Pomni: Like what?

Hoppy : Anything factually incorrect.

Pomni, shrugging: If you say so.

Ayuda, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Jax : Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Evelyn : Cenotaph.

Jax : What?

Jax : It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Jax : I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Evelyn : There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Jax : Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Evelyn : So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Jax : And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Evelyn : Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

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Pomni: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Jax : NBA.

Pomni: …?

Jax : Snuck into a Cliffords game.

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Jax , to Ayuda: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

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Gangle: *venting endlessly to P!Jax about their week*

P!Jax, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

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Pomni: So, you lied to me?

P!Jax: That depends on how you define lying.

Pomni: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?

P!Jax: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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P!Jax: When did you become a hero?

Whimsy : Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

P!Jax: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Whimsy : Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

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Malauna : Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

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Dollface : Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Rose meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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*The squad is asked what they would do with 5 children with only 3 chairs.*

Ayuda: Get two more chairs!

Malauna : They can get their own chairs.

Ariah : Make them fight for it.

P!Jax: You only need one chair to beat them all with.

Pomni: I would never be near children.

Hoppy : Kill two.

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Hoppy : You have to apologize to Evelyn !

Ariah : Fine! Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Dollface : You’re giving me a sticker?

Evelyn : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Dollface : I’m not a preschooler.

Evelyn : Fine, I’ll take it back-

Dollface : I earned this, back off!

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Rose : Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Evelyn ate an entire tube of lipstick.

Evelyn , whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

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Evelyn : How does one turn their emotions off?

Alex: Okay, so first go to settings. I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Evelyn: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

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Gangle: Hey, how are you doing today?

P!Jax: Can we change the subject before I start crying?

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Jax : How the hell are you still alive?

Ayuda: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

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Ayuda: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Whimsy : They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Ariah : Hey, aren’t you P!Jax?

P!Jax: You a cop?

Ariah : No.

P!Jax: Then yes, I am.

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Pomni: Ariah , you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Ariah : Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Ariah : Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Ariah , to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Ariah : I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Ariah : And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Whimsy : What’s up with Hoppy ? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Jax : They're just a little overwhelmed.

Whimsy : Why?

Jax : Ayuda smiled at them.

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Alex: So, Ayuda is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.

Tux: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank.

Evelyn : Take this more seriously! Ayuda was clearly taken in their sleep!

Malauna : I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck.

Whimsy : Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...?

*Ayuda arrives*

Ayuda: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank.

Tux, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

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Ayuda: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Jax : Why is there blood everywhere?

Pomni: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Jax : You stabbed someone?!

Pomni: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

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Evelyn : Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

P!Jax: Yes.

Evelyn : Which means they like both boys and girls.

P!Jax: Ye- wait, what-

Gangle: Evelyn , that's not what bilingual means-

Evelyn : Shhh, it's okay P!Jax. I still love you, man.

P!Jax & Gangle: ...

Evelyn : bUT NOT LIKE THAT-

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Pomni: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?

Ariah : Dorito’s cool ranch.

Pomni:

Pomni: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.

Ariah : I love that song.

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P!Jax: Wait- Your arresting me because I'm a homo?!

Whimsy : ...Homicide. You killed your whole family.

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Dollface : Go and tell Pomni why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.

Evelyn :

Dollface : Do it, tell them what you told me earlier.

Evelyn , stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision...

Pomni:

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Hoppy : Look guys, I need help.

Alex: Love help?

Jax : Financial help?

P!Jax: Emotional help?

Ariah : Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Ariah *

Ariah : What?

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Alex: Are you alright?

Evelyn : Short answer or long answer?

Alex: Short?

Evelyn : No.

Alex: Long?

Evelyn : Nooooooo.

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Pomni: HEY HEY HEY! DON’T TOUCH THOSE!

Whimsy , touching a figurine: Why? What’s wrong with touching a doll?

Pomni: THAT IS NOT A DOLL! This is a figurine, thank you very much.

P!Jax, from afar: IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL!

Whimsy : FIGURINE MY ASS! IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL— as P!Jax said!

Pomni: I hate all of you. That is a limited edition figurine I got from a conventio—

Whimsy : *Drops figurine on the ground*

Pomni: —n. It was $100; all my money just went down the fucking drain.

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Dollface : WHO ATE MY BREAD?! I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Ariah : I did?

Dollface : Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't eaten anything today Ariah .

Dollface : *walks away*

Ariah : They're gone, Mommy .

Hoppy , coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Ayuda: What are you two arguing about this time?

Dollface : They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Ariah : Cry me a table, Dollface .

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Jax : Even Gangle and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich.

Gangle: I mistook them for a garbage can.

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Evelyn : I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much.

Whimsy : You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad.

Evelyn : And I reserve that right! After all....

Evelyn : I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879!

Whimsy : There were no movies made in 1879.

Evelyn : *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping!

Alex: Oooh! Let’s go ask Rose if they saw it in theatres!

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Jax : So Ariah , how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Ariah : Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Jax : Oo! Okay, what are we having?

Ariah : Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Jax : A whole potato?

Ariah : Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Jax : These just look like big slabs of black.

Ariah : Because that's what they are! And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Jax : These are just chocolate chips?

Ariah : They sure are! And then for drinks, we have toast! *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

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Whimsy : Why is P!Jax crying on the floor?

Evelyn : They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Whimsy : And?

Evelyn : They got Pomni.

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Alex: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

P!Jax: Yeah-

Pomni: *kicks in the door*

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Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Alex: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Alex: Oh my god, you have Dollface .

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Ayuda: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Hoppy: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Ayuda: ............... You mean ring bearER, right?

Hoppy: ...

Ayuda: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Ayuda: P!Jax, why are you crying?

Jax: This book is so sad!!

Ayuda, picking it up: But this is my diary-

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Ariah : That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Jax ?

Jax : No.

Ariah : I think I speak for Jax when I say it sounds really super.

( @justsomeonewow @ask-pomni-things @ask-jax-things @ask-jaxy-boy @theatreribbons )

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stars-n-spice · 3 months ago

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Silly Squad Textboxes Pt. 3!

More of the sillies :P because these are fun and I can't stop making them. Also it's April Fools so have these fools.

💫 First Batch 💫 Second Batch

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lily-jaxk · 5 months ago

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So I'm writing a fanfic on AO3 for the Jin Siblings right? And I absolutely love those silly fucks so you all are going to listen to my silly incorrect quotes about them

Mo XuanYu: This is bothering me.

Qin Su: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Mo XuanYu: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually

Meng Yao: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Jin Zixuan: Twelve, actually.

Meng Yao: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Jin Zixuan: Yours!

Meng Yao: That's right: no one's.

Qin Su: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean?

Meng Yao: It means i was second worst thing to happen to those orphans.

Qin Su: but what’s the first worst thing?

*Awkward pause*

Meng Yao: Su-mei, they...they weren’t always orphans.

Qin Su:

Meng Yao , teaching Qin Su to drive: Okay, you're driving and Jin Zixuan and Mo XuanYu walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Qin Su : Oh, definitely Xuan-ge. I could never hurt Mo XuanYu .

Meng Yao , massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Jin Zixuan : You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Meng Yao : What?

Jin Zixuan : You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

Jin Zixuan : I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The Squad: Awwww-

Jin Zixuan : And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The Squad: Oh.

Anyways check out my very off cannon but very funny fanfiction about these gobbers because if MXTX won't give them a happy ending I WILL

#mxtx #mdzs #jin siblings #mo xuanyu #jin zixuan #meng yao #qin su #master of demonic cultivation #i love my babies sm #mxtx mdzs #ao3 #crack fanfic #crack fic #incorrect quotes

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yohohonabottle · 7 months ago

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Scammers, leave me and my damn silly blog alone. I'm piss-poor, got zeeero money, got nothing- NADA- ZILCH to give you. If you think about trying to pull another one over me with a scam/more scams, kindly do both of us a favor and don't waste your time and my time, don't interact. -Have good day/evening.

My writing navigation masterpost/directory

For ease of perusing and some better organizing, I thought to make a sort of post with links to all my fics I've posted. (And those I reposted.)

Why am I reposting my writing from A03? I guess Tumblr is also sort of like a back-up place besides expanding my reach/audience. And I can keep it all neatly in one spot, too which is a bonus. So instead of have 3 or more diff accounts, one for diff purpose, I can have one account with as many separate blogs I need. It'll take me some time to port all of my Ao3 catalogues from the two corners (separate blogs with directory like this one) but yeh.

I will update this when I post something on here or port it from A03. I've linked the series the pieces are part of so you can still read them if you wish to (both if they're not ported on here, are in the process of being ported or on the porting waitlist.)

Dividers by Cafekitsune ! -> Current obsession writing flame: AFK Journey

🕯️ Other blogs/masterposts I have:

📑 Notice about Ocs ask blog having been made 🎨 Finch's (My) Art masterpost! 📑 Notice/ Invitation to open discussion (For a case study I'm working on/were working on.) 📳Notice about the Merlinverse community -We got it folks! 📳Notice about the "Harbringers" having their intros done

✏️ARP -OCs ask blog (Ask Rila & Pirin) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Balladeer) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Knave) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Damoiseau) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Marionet) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Fair Gentleman) 📳 Asmodeus NSFW lounge 📳 About me page (Direct/personal blog)

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🏷️Long(multi-chapter)fanfics:

🖋️____ Scenarios/ "Once upon in a branching timeline" A captive 'bear' -AFKJ- Unexpected union -AFKJ- Unwanted marriage -AFKJ- Cat & Mouse -AFKJ- (Coming soon..)

✨The (mis)adventures of 'Merlin' 🃏 The beginning Woodland escapades (Coming soon...) Blood and sands (Coming soon) Rolling waves (Coming soon) Requiem and haunting (Coming soon) TBA...

🔖One-shot fanfics:

->Karaoke (After Unwanted Marriage epilogue, off-screen antics) -> Shanty duet -> Clown's reminiscing & Bear's sin (that outed half the guests') -> The Don's trial )> Mortal Kombat matchup - Pirin v.s Celestino & Aelius (Pirin lost )> Mortal Kombat matchup - 1v1 - 2v1 - 3v1 (Tie, Win, Loose.) )> Pirin and the squad - DnD & shennanigans Project 'Harbringer' I - The Damoiseau, Blind prophet Project 'Harbringer' II - The Missing Solitaire/Urban legend Project 'Harbringer' III - The Pawn of contracts Project 'Harbringer' IV - The Marionet, Death Project 'Harbringer' V - The Fair Son, Bloomed Eternalist

| The Cryptids' foolery antics (compilation of incorrect quotes)

->Paragon lore (meta premise)

-> Casts' singing voice head-cannons! By Finch!

-> Achilles Kore - All-Mather

🌒Self-aware AFK Journey 🌔 The wicked sun and the orderly moon Never-ending as the sea The Sun's favored, ascended to brightest stars Plushies for the Spectators Pt 1 (Coming soon..) Smiling sun- Weeping sun ✨The (mis)adventures of 'Merlin' 🃏 Fall Harvest! -AFKJ- Esperia free hugs tour The mage, knight and captain (Sick-fic/comfort & fluff) Merlin's envy |> The End (Is the Beginning)

🖋️____ Scenarios/ "Once upon in a branching timeline" 🐉''What if X character got stolen by a dragon?'' Idea 'Harpy' & Hare -AFKJ- 'Prince' and the dragon Prince o' thieves & a dragon Kidnapped Knave 🧜''What if X character got taken by a siren?" Idea When the kraken is away, the smaller meaner fish come out to play

🍹''Curse or potion situation'' Idea || Got ships, most being M/M Potion mishap (Yandere scenario) | Optional bonus chapter! ✏️ Potion mishap - The horny sequel (NSFW) (Coming soon..) Berial strikes again! (Yandere scenario) (Coming soon) Madness spiral (Yandere scenario) (Coming soon) Hanging out goes south (NSFW) Night out goes wrong (NSFW) Nuptial night (NSFW - Missing part of "Unexpected union")

📰Long fics:

📑One-shots: ---------------------------------------------------- My reaction to seeing my works on Ao3 & here having kudos and bookmarks & I got followers on this blog:

Back to drawing & writing!

>:(

#writing masterlist #my writing materpost #navigation post #my writing #fanfic #fiction #will add more tags later

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serendertothesquad · 9 months ago

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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Bad-Luck-itis" Episode Followup, Part 1

Lol they spelled it grammatically incorrect on the title card. Which I wasn't alerted to until someone on the Wiki pointed it out to me. Rest assured, people, I didn't ace English in school to spell it without a double hyphen.

Round 3 of Ozzie is a Very Silly Germ Carrier has arrived! This time, he develops Bad-Luck-itis, and...well, ladies and gents, it's this series'/season's "find the cure" episode. We all knew it was coming. The question, then, is if it's actually any good. "Into the Odd Woods" from Odd Squad Mobile Unit was interesting enough, so let's hope this episode delivers the same kind of punch.

Let's dive below the break!

Putting aside that there is apparently a snack cart that comes through every once in a while...because, y'know...London Underground...

Your writer for this episode. He has...absolutely no repertoire aside from this one episode, which I'm already immediately wary of. Some of the Season 3 writers at least had some experience to back themselves up. This guy? Diddly-piddly squat.

Oh Lord help me.

"Of course she wants free chips. It's chips, for free!"

"...Isn't it 'pie and chips'?"

"Mm, no, I don't have any pie, sorry."

(Congratulations! If you get this reference, you're qualified for a veteran's discount.)

Four episodes in and Orli hasn't brushed up on her British English, clearly.

She'll be scratching her head about crisps vs. chips for a while.

Is...do I need to get my eyes checked or is that a T-shirt Ozzie is weari- okay, it's not a shirt. Had to skip another second. Not a T-shirt.

That being said, agents having their jackets open is a pretty rare sight. If you recall, the Mobile Unit never had their jackets open. Olympia and Otis had them off...once? As did Olive and Otto.

And this is in a different context, too. The man's sick here, but everywhere else, jackets are open to signify "fuck you, I'm talkin' business".

He's...he's got a fucking backpack...like...like school but it's...it's for work...

This isn't even the one Academy students have. This is toyetic, but the irony is that these backpacks, as far as I can tell, are not merch.

Great, now I have someone I can actually blame for the high rate of black cats in animal shelters.

Every single writer who had a hand in this fucking episode.

Seriously, we've had broken mirrors before...upside-down horseshoes...take your pick of bad luck charms, but don't perpetuate a very serious problem that exists worldwide, you fucking assholes.

Sincerely, someone who worked in animal shelters and once owned a black cat. (Rest in peace, Jasmine.)

"You walk under any ladders?"

"About 100 of 'em!"

Okay, Britain is a huge place. So is the UK. But to have about 100 people working on stuff that requires ladders, when Ozzie and other agents would normally take the tubes to work, is some massive bullshit.

So you have to push forward a myth to make cats suffer, you have to look ugly enough, and you have to have half of your town's population be coincidentally working on outdoor projects to contract Bad-Luck-itis.

Remember when life was simpler and all you needed was an unlucky coin? I remember. That was nice. Now we have this convoluted shit.

I see not even Captain O has lost the insta-teleportation abilities that nearly every other Director in this franchise has.

Okay, so I doubt they'll bring it up here, but...apparently Osgood is a medic as well as a chef.

And so I feel the need to ask: why does this precinct not have Doctors or Nurses, and what sadistic ass-backwards shit is that?

"...Will it kill me?"

"No, it will not kill you. Unless you wait five minutes."

"Well, shit."

Clearly, unlike in the days of Season 1 and Season 2, they couldn't afford the "lemme smash" treatment for computers.

So they removed it from Ozzie's desk to break it without anything of value being lost.

Which...makes no sense, but shit's expensive nowadays, people.

Hey, that's...not pink. Why's he got orange on him? Food and Beverage department is not orange, Rob, and if you watched Odd Squad you'd get it right the first time.

"A blade of magical grass", but...they did that already in Season 2.

0/10. Only a quarter in and I pity the fool that is Rob.

Smart people say this is like Logan the Ogre.

Wise people say this is genderbent aged-up Willow from The Owl House.

"And if you pick the wrong one, it'll turn you to stone!"

Something something Guardian of the Rocks can fix that shit.

And you can tell it's magical! It glows. Oooooooh.

So we somehow went from a Bed Room, to a Pillow Room, to a Snuggly Pillow Room.

And let's be honest, there is no distinction between the two. Not a one.

That aside, 0/10, already a bad idea to yote Ozzie in there. Put the man in a non-Acme safe and we'll be talkin'.

...I take that back. That's not a Snuggly Pillow Room. That's a fucking psych ward room. Have you ever seen the walls of that shit? It looks like pillows, but it's not pillows!

I was half-expecting him to scream in it, but really I just wanna see how many people's he's killed by pillow-smothering.

I'm sorry, I know that snuggling a pillow and sleeping with one are not mutually exclusive, but...is Orwell straight-up telling Ozzie to sleep through the illness he has?

That's not how this works, sir! That's not how any of this works! Especially not in the Oddverse!

Huh, and speak of the devil...here's the Guardian of the Rocks' wife.

...Ex-wife. They're divorced. Nasty spat over rock soup. Typical couple things.

"She reminds me a lot of the Guardian of the-"

"Rocks?"

"Uh...no. The Guardian of the Glade. Who's the Guardian of the Rocks?"

"..."

"Osgood?"

"Yeah, bad news..."

Okay, new headcanon: she's married or was married to the Guardian of the Rocks, and raised a son who became the Guardian of the Glade.

Headcanon accepted. Now make it canon, Rob.

If even Orli can guess the schtick halfway in, that's how you know you're trapped watching a hellish episode.

...ROB.

Hey, remember when the Odd Squadcast had an episode specifically about badges and their evolution, and included what they used to weigh?

I remember.

...FUCKING ROB.

I see someone's taking their cues from Hilda.

Orwell, you poor fuck-schmuck.

(Also, a bit of an audio-balancing error -- Orwell sounds a bit muffled on the first line, but when shoving Ozzie into the room, his voice sounds clearer.)

Behold, one of the very few times Orwell emotes.

And now I'm wondering why the actor was cast for a stoic character, because look at these cartoony-ass expressions!

Ohhhhhh so this was from an upcoming episode too, huh?

Honestly, there's been lots of speculation about the second scene with the octopus-like creature being part of the series/season finale, and if that's the case, I'm gonna die laughing because of the absurd episode gap.

(On to Part 2!)

#seren's studies #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #odd squad uk

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