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[meirimerens]

your dogs and my hounds.

[lonelysucker7]

Cigarettes out the Window

Pairing: Kaine Parker/Louise Kennedy

Summary: Based on the comic “Spider-Man: The Lost Years” (Specifically issue #3). Kaine Parker remembers his intimate time with detective Louise Kennedy and those cigarettes she never stopped smoking.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Heavy angst, mentions of murder and death, mentions of violence, drug references

Not proofread. Wanted to make this after I got inspired by a song. Is it a song fic? Not really, but you could feel the references in here. The fic no one asked but the one I needed haha.

Enjoy!

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Kaine grew accustomed to the smell of smoke over the years. 

Everywhere he walked, his nose caught the scent of burn wafting in the air from someone smoking in a dark corner. Or someone dangling their hand mindlessly out the window with the stick in their fingers as he swinged through the city.

But every once and then on the top of a rooftop, the highest there could be in Houston he would stare up in the night sky watching the stars glow. And its beauty becomes interrupted by the smell of smoke.

Even at the highest peak, it was always there.

She was there. Louise Kennedy.

A blur of memories that came back to him even in his sleep, startled him awake and he gasped her name out. His mind raced and his eyes searched the darkness of the hotel room and found nothing. Heard nothing. 

Kaine would check on the sleeping Aracely, making sure she was alright and unharmed. Then he would leave to hang out on the balcony, watching the city lights go on and off like little flames in the night. 

Nothing would beat their glow except the moon, the stars, the sun and a lighter.

In his own silence he thinks back to those many years ago…

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“Louise, why do you smoke?” 

The half dressed blonde woman looks back over her shoulder towards the man on the couch who called for her attention. Her pink lips stretched to a friendly smile.

“They calm me down from my high. Or at least, feed more pleasure to it.”

The man nods a little, processing her words carefully. He thinks back to their shared kisses of intimacy and the tongue in his mouth swirls a little inside, tasting the faint flavor of smoke. It was sweet and sour.

His mind snaps back to reality as the couch sinks a little and the weight of Louise’s body acknowledges her presence. He can feel himself starting to smile as her head rests on his shoulder. He watches the way her lips move around the stick adjusting it to comfort, and her nose exhaling the smoke from there.

The way she does these things, it’s strange and amusing to him almost. But he can’t help but wrinkle his nose a little and lift a hand to rub the smell away. This action catches Louise’s attention and she leans away from him slightly.

“Oh, sorry about that Kaine.” Her hand comes up to remove and burn out the cigarette, but her wrist is grabbed gently by him. Kaine shakes his head and assures her.

“Don’t mind me ruining your moment. I’ll get used to it in time.” He offers a faint smile to her. Louise smirks a little in return and she nods, feeling his hand carefully pull away from hers. She drags another bit of the cigarette in her mouth and exhales slowly, letting out a soft giggle.

Louise reaches for her cigarette and she turns to Kaine, raising it up to him. He eyes it curiously, the smoke following its swift trail behind it. Kaine gets the hint she wants him to try it out. With the back of his hand, he pushes it away from him and says,

“No thank you. I… I don’t like it.”

Louise raises an eyebrow, making a face that she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“How could you not like it?”

“Don’t really like the essence of it.”

“So you’ve never tasted it?”

“Never.” Kaine raises an eyebrow at her scoffing. She inhales the smoke again and exhales it with a sigh.

“Everyone smokes here. Am I supposed to believe that easily you don’t?”

Kaine snorts lightly. “I’m not like anyone else.”

Louise rolls her eyes a bit, and she waves him dismissively. She shifts in her seat and amusingly says, “How many times will you go on saying that?”

Kaine shrugs, pushing some of his curls closer to his face almost creating a curtain between him and Louise. He mumbled, “As much as I need to remind… myself.”

Louise sighs a little bit more loudly, and she gets on the couch to sit up on her knees. Her hands trail up to his arm and she leans closer to him. Kaine could smell her perfumed scent mixed in with the smoke, as he closed his eyes when he heard her soft voice near his ear.

“You're right. Remind yourself that. But let me add that it’s because you’re unique. Much more than anyone else here. You're my one in a million.”

Louise's warm hands moved around his body, snaking her arms around him. In the gentle embrace Kaine leaned more into her and let himself be comforted. The tension in his body became relaxed and both him and Louise leaned back on the couch together. He rested his head on her chest, listening to the calm heartbeat and breathing of her smoking.

The dark room is silent for a moment and he breaks it with a soft monotone voice. 

“I think I’ll try it out sometime these days. Smoking.”

He feels Louise’s hand pat him lovingly on his back. A soft chuckle rumbles from her.

“Whatever you say sweetheart. I’ll be here for your first.”

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On the night of her funeral, Kaine did everything in his power to avoid attending. But after everything, after murdering her it was hard not to go back. A final goodbye at least. 

For the night he crashed (literally) in her apartment. Kaine remembered how he slept on the couch that night, afraid to go to her room and not find her there despite knowing she was gone.

Everywhere the smoke of cigarettes and her sweet perfume held him on a chokehold. The room illuminated with the glow of the moon, keeping him both awake and asleep. 

Eventually he walked to the curtains and closed them completely, leaving him and the darkness in each other's company.

Kaine stared at nothing in the darkness as his tears streamed down the sides of his face. No sound was uttered as he cried and he could feel himself falling apart by the minute. At this moment he had wished Louise pulled the trigger of the gun on him.

The weight of her betrayal was still fresh in his mind as her facade fell and became the monster he overlooked. Her twisted heart capable of fooling a love to a monster left him so blind and vulnerable. And yet in his mind he still insisted he was something, anything to her. She did spare him. She really did…And both paid the price for their faults.

Her screams couldn’t leave his mind as she struggled violently to be let go of his hold, her back pushing against his chest. He recalled his nose burying near her hair as he smelled her one more time. And the feeling of her delicate neck breaking and burning in his hands was a brutal reminder of the horrible joy he got from relieving the burden Louise had become to him. The many times he kissed that neck and face he never saw what the outcome would be in the end for those parts. 

Now he knew.

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He left her place the moment the funeral had passed, bothering to clean up whatever mess he left. Underneath the couch he picked out the pack of cigarettes that she must have dropped and become lost.

Mindlessly he shoved those in his back pocket. And checked the place once again. And left.

Atop the buildings he ran and jumped, the rain crashing down to hit him in the face like a whip. Remembering when he first arrived in Utah, the first thing he saw was the graveyard. Not like it mattered to him at the time, only imagining what he would be like dead in one of those places. 

For Louise to make it her final resting place was no surprise. How she died could have ended up differently.

He would have preferred her death to be the hand of her own smoking addiction. One where she’d be a dead woman walking. 

Living, but dying.

At last he arrived at the graveyard, and he wasted no time walking around each place to find her name. He could have laughed if he realized it should have been obvious which one was hers. Everyone had their own set of flowers, dead and alive.

Louise Kennedy, had none.

Stopping in front of her, he slowly felt his chest swell up with the bubbling feeling of guilt and anger. It was pathetic and almost pitiful to see how her area was completely empty. Maybe she had no family close to her mourning for her. He didn’t sit down on the ground, instead squatting and hunched over as the rain poured down on his head. Kaine didn’t say a word, and just lowered his eyes feeling incapable of reading her name carved on the headstone. 

His legs and body began to hurt from the position he was on and he decided to sit in the moist ground. He felt everything soak him up. His face was becoming wet and he couldn’t tell which of the wetness between the rain and his tears were. 

Oddly, it was warm.

In his seat he shifted a little as his eyebrow raised when he felt something discomforting from behind his pants. Pulling it out, a shaky breath exhaled from his mouth. His chest hurt even more now that he was holding something very close to the person that once lived: Her pack of cigarettes.

The box was warm in the grip of his hand. Maybe he didn’t bring flowers but he brought her favorite thing. Suddenly an idea popped in his mind. He stared at the ground of her grave and back at the small pack and a startling giggle escaped his lips. 

He remembered how he never tried his first cigarette. She said she would be his witness. And here they were: together again. Such a perfect final goodbye for them both. Shaking the box to listen if there was enough, he gritted his teeth in satisfaction. He turns to her grave and a rough mock in his tone rings out. 

“Share a final smoke with me, Louise. You said you were gonna see me. Now watch.”

Staring at it he turned it in his hand noting the wrinkles on the surface. He paused when he noticed a faint pink smudge, and dented teeth on the side. His thumb traced there a little, feeling the small bumps underneath his fingertip. The pink smudge spread slightly to the right.

Lipstick.

Perhaps her hands were busy at the time and must have held the box in between her teeth. Well no more of that now. Shaking the box, two cigarettes dropped out on his palm and he pulled out a lighter he had found on a nearby counter. 

He ignited the lighter to life with a shaky thumb, taking a couple tries to make the spark. The open flame flickered in and out from the rain that crossed its way. Nearing both cigarette tips, they gently began to burn red and smoke emitted from them.

He closed the cap and tossed it aside on the ground near her headstone. With both sticks in his fingers, he shifted in his seat on the ground. He raised one towards his lips, muttering,

“One for me…”

His chapped lips wrapped around the stick, adjusting them comfortably with a small roll. 

“…And one for you.”

He stretched forward and jabbed the cigarette in the middle of the dirt as it stared upwards. Sad quiet eyes watched it fight, keeping itself burning, but the weight of the rain was too much. The stick slowly shrunk down in the dirt, unable to keep its shape intact. The faint sizzle of the stick began to wane, the smoke whipping in the wind.

In an instant… The burn was gone. Now it was his turn. 

Carefully he took a slow drag of the cigarette with a pucker, closing his eyes as the smoke of nicotine settled in his lungs. The rich and nasty flavor settled on his tongue like nothing. The familiar taste of her kiss instantly coming back to him and his eyes watered. The rain pattered on his hair heavily, matting down his curls and they stuck on his breaking skin. His breathing ragged a little, already feeling the pinch on his throat and lungs at the same time, and his hands dug the soft earth beneath him. 

A haze moved in his mind, almost leaving him in a trance like state. He lolls his head to the side and his eyes read the letters on the headstone.

R…I…P…L…O…U…I..—

“ARGH —!”

Kaine’s body aggressively recoils forward as the cellular degeneration kicks in, and his mouth drops the cigarette onto the ground. His hands reached up to his face, gripping his cheeks as he felt the skin stretch and rip a little apart. Violently he screams as the pain of smoke in his lungs and throat adds to his trigger. It burned and cooled, like chewing a mint gum and drinking water. He chokes out his tears, coughing out and huffing as much fresh air he can to ease his pain.

His eyes keep darting at her headstone, and he shuffles desperately forward quickly pressing his face on the surface of it. He felt the coldness sink calmly onto his skin, wishing for her warm arms to wrap around him. Just like she always did. 

The rain kept on and the rumble of thunder came and went from time to time. 

The pain eventually left, and he was left in a mess of grime, dirt, blood, and the taste of smoke. Gently he pulls himself away from the headstone and moves back, gritting his teeth feeling his bones shake inside him. 

The feeling of wanting to go home ached immensely. But what home? After this what now? Questions he would soon have to respond on his own with any hope he had left. And that was the problem. He hoped too much.

Kaine pushed himself up from the ground, staggering back with a groan. His eye catches the box of cigarettes on the ground, sticks spilled and stained with dirt from his thrashing. 

He didn’t know what to do except push the box near her grave and with the heel of his foot, started grinding it down. And he kept doing it and doin it and doing it, a new found rage burning again. He never liked them anyway. He probably never will. His mind rushed in an angry thrill,

I hate you I hate you I hate you—!

“…I-I love you.”

Hurriedly he pushes the dirt and grass onto the cigarettes, burying them and flats it out as if nothing had happened. And he turned away from Louise’s grave, not wanting to look at her again. He walks away with the bitter taste of her cigarette on his tongue. The rain settled down to a quiet drizzle, the peppered stars on the night sky twinkling.

She will never leave his mind. If there was smoke, she would be there. 

Always.

[frrahzana]

Car Boot Pun Boleh

3/1/2025

I ada meeting today in my uni sebab this sem ada byk event yg we kene handle. Since im part of MPP so memang kenen dtg. After habis meeting at 12, i cam biasa akan balik to my parent's. Since i dont have a specific time, so i balik after i settle everything. Ive done this a few times but kali ni, I nk try different approach. I went back to my condo ( i live alone) and take all of my stuff cam baju kotor. My parking is at LG1 means kt basement. My condo kt bukit so technically even if its LG1 but its an open space lah. My car is park at the end of the parking lot hadap highway.

I put my stuff at the back seat. Its 1245 and the area is sunyi. Basement tu memang sunyi, terkejut lah if ada kete or ada org. Since my car kt hujung, i open the boot of my car. Fyi i wear my baju kebaya with inner and my tudung cover dada. Thats how i dress lah. I keluar brg from my boot and i sit kt dlm boot. My car is myvi and it came with this hook cam kt bawah ni. Its black so looks clean.

I make myself selesa and i angkat my kain keatas. I lift my leg so that my P is facing outside. I masuk lah benda tu dlm my P tu. I did it until i Sq@irt lah. Ngl ngan my boot is wide ope, best rasa thrill tu. I buat jelah sampai i puas. Kali ni i extra H sebab i saw benda pelik when i look at the window from my room. I Sq@irt like 2 times je. Tu pun the wall is basah gila hahahah. 

I plan to gerak at 3 and its baru 130. I tanggal my baju kebaya and semua tu. Tudung jelah since i like it that way. I sleep at boot of my car and i close the boot tk rapat so that i wont lock myself. Kunci still i pegang lah. Eventhough it is panas but i sleep like a baby hahaha. 

Woke up at 230. I berpeluh sgat sampai my body cam melekit. I wear my Baju tshirt. Kebaya susah nk pakai in that state. Then baru gerak to my parents.

Thats all thanks

https://www.wattpad.com/1507538072-bulan-december-car-boot-pun-boleh

[cyber-dump-171]

Prologue: Distress Call

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

Masterlist | Chapter 1 →

Word count: 1.2 k.

WARNING: Violence, monsters and blood.

Note: thank you for stopping by and reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! For those who come from my profile and are waiting for Chapter 6 of OSYGM, it's on its way!

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:13 A.M.

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RW: Rita Woorley, Dispatcher.

CS: Caroline Simmons, Victim.

JS: Jeremy Simmons, Victim (?).

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RW: 911, where’s your emergency?

CS: *heavy breathing* *clothing shifting* *distant objects clattering*

RW: Hello? Is anyone there?

CS: *heavy breathing* *distant clatter*

RW: *sighs* For God’s sake, these kids and their pranks.

CS: Please… help me…

RW: Hello? Ma’am, what’s the address of your emergency?

CS: Trantow Fields, house 131 in Gravity Falls. I’m Caroline Simmons and I-I need police here… Just, please, hurry. *distant door banging* 

RW: *typing* Alright, and what’s the emergency?

CS: *rapid breathing* It’s my husband… I don’t know what’s happening… Oh God- *distant clatter* *a male voice screaming*

RW: Police are on their way, ma’am. Tell me what’s happening.

CS: I-I don’t know… he’s gone insane… he was fine this mornin’, s-sick with a bug but he was his chipper self. But-

JS: *distant shout* CAROLINE! LET ME OUT, SWEETIE!

RW: Ma’am, are you in a safe place?

CS: *hyperventilating* Y-Yes! I barricaded the bedroom, where he’s at… *heavy breathing* I-I locked myself in the kitchen. *crying*

RW: Ok. Take a deep breath, ma’am. Police are around five minutes away from where you are. Keep walking me through what happened. 

CS: *heavy breathing* S-Sorry… I… I woke up to him holding a knife… h-he… he… *distant hurried banging* he tried to stab me… H-He had crazy eyes… his mouth was bleedin’, I think he bit his lip too hard… *loud crash*

RW: Ma’am?

JS:  CAROLINE! *door falling* *distant hurried footsteps*

CS: Oh my God… h-he broke the door… HE BROKE THE DOOR! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!

RW: Ma’am, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Is your husband still armed?

CS: No… I took the knife from him. Oh my God… what happened to my Jeremy? *crying*

RW: Ma’am, take a deep breath. Police are close.

CS: *whispering* *hyperventilating* I think he’s downstairs… I-I can hear him… *footsteps grow louder*

RW: Ma’am, remain calm.

CS: *heavy breathing* *loud distant footsteps*

CS: *soft knocking* *muffled bizarre breathing*

JS: Caroline? Honey, it’s me… There’s something wrong… I don’t know what’s happening to me…

CS: *crying* Jeremy… Please don’t hurt me…

JS: Sweetie, I need you to open the door, please…

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door. Police are close.

CS: *hysterical crying* YOU’RE NOT MY JEREMY!

JS: Caroline, I know you’re scared, but please, I need you to open the door. 

CS: *hysterical crying*

JS: Darling? Do you remember our wedding vows where I promised to always protect you?

CS: *crying* Y-Yes, I-I remember.

JS: I can’t protect you if the door’s closed… So please, open it. I want to see you.

CS: *sniffling* *heavy breathing* *phone clatters on the floor*

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door… Hello?

CS: Please… Jeremy, love, don’t hurt me. *kitchen door opens*

JS: I’m so sorry for scaring you, darling. *distorted breathing*

CS: …

RW: Ma’am? Are you there? Hello?

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:27 A.M.

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EK: Elmer Kain, Dispatcher.

DM: Dylan Moss, Victim.

LW: Lawrence Woodworth, Victim.

KB: Kyle Baker, Victim.

UM: Unidentified Male.

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EK: 911, what’s your emergency?

DM: HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE! HURRY!

EK: Sir, remain calm, what’s your location?

DM: W-W-We are at a… *heavy breathing* fuck, sorry, at Gravity Falls High School! Please hurry, somebody’s bleeding to death!

LW: *distant* Kyle, do not fall asleep!

EK: *typing*  An ambulance is on its way. Walk me through what’s happening.

DM: W-We were working on a f-final project and was g-getting late so we went to drop our friend Kyle at his house! B-But this fucking thing... it just- *crying*

LW: *distant* S-Something came out of the forest and tore K-Kyle’s stomach out!

EK: Were you able to catch sight of what it was?

DM: *crying* We don’t know! I-It was too f-fucking dark… I… we… I’m so fucking scared!

LW: *distant* I-It looked human, but it… it wasn’t human? I-I don’t know! It had huge claws!

KB: *coughing* * groaning in pain*

EK: What’s the current state of your friend?

DM: *crying* H-He’s breathing but his stomach is just… gone… it’s like a… *retches*... pile of mush o-on the floor. *retches*

EK: Take a deep breath… are you applying pressure to the wound?

DM: *crying* I-I’m so scared…

LW: *distant* W-We are! We tied m-my hoodie and I-Im’ pressing on it but he’s getting paler!

KB: *coughing* I want my mom…

DM: *crying* H-Hold on, man. H-Help is on the way…

EK: The ambulance is five minutes away, keep applying pressure. Do not hang up the phone.

DM: *branches and leaves snapping* *distant footsteps* … what the fuck?

LW: *distant* DYLAN! LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOREST!

DM: … Kyle? But… he’s right here… what?

EK: What’s happening?

KB: *distant coughing* *crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!

EK: Hello? What’s going on?

DM: *distant footsteps* Holy shit… it’s… I… it’s Kyle, but… Kyle’s also… bleeding on the floor.

EK: What? I don’t quite understand.

UM: *distorted crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO!?

DM: I DON’T KNOW! HELP… PLEASE!

UM: *distorted crying* I want my mom…

EK: What’s happening? Dylan?

DM: *incoherent screams* *distorted roar*

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:33 A.M.

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KJ: Keneth Jarvis, Dispatcher.

TB: Tabitha Roberts, Victim.

UF: Unidentified Female.

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KJ: 911, where’s your emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

KJ: Alright miss, what’s the emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Someone… no, scratch that, something is trying to break into my house.

KJ: *typing* Uh, sorry… I’m a bit confused by your statement. “Something” is trying to break in?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I… I just don’t even know how to describe it. I got home from work about twenty minutes ago when I heard something banging on my backyard door.

KJ: Uh-huh.

TB: *distant glass tapping* I opened the curtains and… well… you’re definitely not going to believe this but… something that looks like me is trying to smash the glass and come in.

KJ: … Pardon?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I know it sounds insane but you have to believe! The weird part is that it looks like me but at the same time, there’s something wrong… I can’t place it… I think it’s the eyes… the skin looks loose…

KJ: Uh… O-Ok miss, a unit has been dispatched to your place, please stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?

TB: *distant glass tapping* No, I’m in the living room, it’s the only place where I have a landline. I’m staring at the… thing… Jesus Christ, it doesn’t even fucking blink!

TB: *distant glass banging* *sound of glass cracking* Oh God… the glass… it has a crack…

KJ: Miss? 

TB: *distant glass banging*�� FUCK! IT’S BREAKING THE GLASS! 

KJ: Miss, remain calm. Do you have a place where you can hide?

TB: *glass breaks* FUCK! HELP ME! PLEASE! IT’S COMING AT ME!

KJ: Miss, find a place to hide, police are on their way.

TB: *incoherent screams* *glass and furniture breaking* GET OFF ME!

KJ: Miss, what’s going on?

TB: *something is smashed against the ground* …

KJ: Miss Tabitha? Is everything alright?

TB: … *footsteps*

KJ: Hello? Miss Tabitha?

UF: *distorted* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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Thieves In Time Redux: Rewriting the tutorial

Listen to Musée Champignon while you read this.

Episode 1: Here

You guys likely already know how Thieves In Time Redux begins. Penelope gets dragged into the events of the game against her will. Let's go over how she does during the story's opening...

We open near the museum, same as in canon. The only difference? There's four figures instead of three. The opening exchange now includes Penelope.

I'll just go ahead and show you the entire thing...

"Okay, you three remember the plan, right?"

"Of course! My mind is like a steel cap!"

"Uh, that's 'trap', Big Guy. And everybody relax! We've been over it a million times. What could possibly go wrong?''

"Famous last words! Look, we're only going to get one shot at this, so we can't mess up!"

"Alright, no messing up allowed. Now stop worrying! This is gonna be a piece of cake!"

"Question. Is it too late for me to back out?"

"I'm afraid so. You're coming with me, remember?"

"...Fine."

"We won't be out here forever, Sis! All we gotta do is take that dagger, do our thing, and clobber some fools into next week!"

"...Right. I'll keep that in mind."

"And with that, I'll see you all inside. Now let's get going!"

Penelope will be joining Bentley in the sewers. Before the opening, she had been targeted by kidnappers. She told Bentley about them in a panic, and... that's why she's here. She doesn't get enough time to vanish without a trace. Oh, and her blueprints for Le Paradox's blimp went missing.

Spoiler alert: They were stolen.

Sly's section is identical to canon, save for a few new lines. Same deal for Murray.

Bentley's section is changed up to accommodate Penelope. She'll only be following him for now... at least until her segment begins.

Just like in canon, Bentley falls deeper in the sewers... and gets separated from Penelope.

"How's that security system coming, Bentley?"

" Uh... Great! Perfect! I'll be done in a jiffy! *moves forward, only to realize he didn't land where he was supposed to* H--how did I...?"

"I thought you said 'no messing up allowed', old friend."

"I'm... taking the scenic route tonight!"

"Uh-huh... *short pause* You haven't forgotten Penelope, have you? Aren't you supposed to be watching her?"

This leads to a tutorial section for our favorite mouse girl. Her objective is finding Bentley. She's also given a title: The Wild Card.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Nearly losing you to kidnappers does that."

"'A little', you say? You've been a nervous wreck ever since we left HQ."

Since this happens to be Penelope's very first solo outing, poor Bentley is freaking out. Penelope, meanwhile, isn't nearly as uneasy. She's just annoyed that she's been dragged into this adventure against her will. Not that she can tell Bentley why...

She instead tries to reassure him that yes, she can take care of herself... only to immediately follow that up by trying to run off. Bentley, of course, thinks she got lost and turns her around. She plays along and evades suspicion.

Since running off is no longer an option, Penelope goes off to find Bentley... When she does, he's in the process of almost getting jumped by a guard. She responds by knocking said guard out... because nobody touches that turtle except her.

Now reunited, they move onward to the same control room from canon.

Everything after that is nearly identical to vanilla. Yes, even Murray's segment. And yes, even Carmelita catching Sly in the act of thieving around.

The only difference is Penelope now being in the van with the boys as they all drive into a time portal.

Not a bad intro, huh? I've already talked about everyone's character arcs in previous posts, so here's a quick recap...

Sly learns that maybe ditching his friends on Kaine Island wasn't the best idea.

Bentley learns that he needs to not be overprotective of Penelope, but rather supportive.

Murray... doesn't go through much of a arc. He's focused on being a good older brother towards Penelope.

And Penelope? She's got a lot to learn about friendship. I bet you can't wait to see how she goes from distant and not wanting to be here to willing to take responsibility for what she's done. Because yes, she is still responsible for the Le Paradox incident in this rewrite.

I won't be writing Penelope as a sociopath, but rather as someone disconnected from her friends and what she actually needs.

I kind of neglected to mention that since Penelope is still behind the events of this game, she's going to be a bit confused about how Le Paradox's evil plan has gone ahead without her.

Lastly, I want to address how long it's been since the end of Sly 3. It's been roughly 19 months since Sly started faking amnesia.

At the beginning of this rewrite, Sly and Bentley are 22, Murray is 23, Penelope is 21, and Carmelita is 25. No clue about Dimitri or the villains.

[tanadrin]

A Really Obnoxious Standard German Spelling Reform

Rules:

Abolish the umlauts. ä becomes e, ü becomes y. A distinct graph is kept for ö, but we replace it with ø, to conform to the IPA.

ß is abolished entirely; for its replacement, see s.

ie becomes i when it represents a monophthong.

Diphthongs are rewritten to reflect their actual values: ei becomes ai; äu and eu become oi.

H as a long vowel marker is abolished. Vowels are instead doubled when they are long (as they are already in certain words)

Double consonants to indicate a short vowel are abolished.

The trigraph sch becomes š. The tetragraph tsch becomes č. The affricate /ts/ becomes c. The tetragraph dsch becomes ǰ. The digraph ch becomes either ç (in the case of ich-laut) or x.

S remains where it represents the actual sound /s/. Where it represents /z/, it is replaced with z. As an alveolar fricative, it becomes š.

V is entirely replaced with f. W is entirely replaced with v, except in placenames where it acts as a final vowel lengthener--then it is dropped.

Final devoicing is reflected in the spelling of words.

Non-rhotic pronunciations are reflected in spelling.

The obsolete digraph th is abolished.

Capitalization of nouns is abolished.

Sample text (part of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights):

Atikel 1: Alle menšen zint frai und glaiç an vyrde unt reçten gebooren. Zii zint mit feanunft unt gevisen begaabt unt zolen ainanda im gaist der bryyderliçkait begeegnen. Atikel 2: Jeeda hat anšprux auf dii in diiza eakleerung feakyndeten reçte unt fraihaiten oone iagentainen untašiit, etva nax rase, hautfaabe, gešleçt, špraaxe, religion, politiša oda zonstiger ybercoigung, nacionaala oda zociaala heakunft, feamøøgen, geburt oda zonstigem štant. Dez vaiteren darf kain untašiit gemaxt veeaden auf grunt dea politišen, reçtliçen oda intanacionaalen štelung dez lantez oda gebiic, dem aine peazoon angehyrt, glaiçgyltiç op diizez unaphengiç ist, unta troihantšaft šteet, kaine zelbstregiirung bezict oda zonst in zaina zuvereeniteet aingešrenkt ist. Atikel 3: Jeeda hat das reçt auf leeben, fraihait und ziçahait dea peazoon.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jennifer Bendery at HuffPost:

WASHINGTON — Sen. Tim Kaine (D-Va.) on Tuesday pressed Pete Hegseth, President-elect Donald Trump’s defense secretary nominee, on whether he believes it should be disqualifying to be defense secretary if someone has committed sexual assault — challenging Hegseth’s claims that he’d been “completely cleared” of any wrongdoing amid the allegations he’s faced of sexual assault and infidelity. Kaine grilled Hegseth about the October 2017 incident in Monterrey, California, involving a woman who accused Hegseth of sexually assaulting her and preventing her from leaving his hotel room. Hegseth has said the encounter was consensual and that he was never charged with a crime. Details are murky, though, as he entered into a nondisclosure agreement with the woman in 2020. During Tuesday’s high-stakes hearing, Kaine noted Hegseth was still married to his then-second wife at the time of the alleged sexual assault and had just fathered a child by a woman who would later become his third wife. “I was falsely charged,” Hegseth said. “Fully investigated and completely cleared.” “So you think you were completely cleared because you committed no crime? That’s your definition of completely cleared?�� the Virginia senator replied. “You had just fathered a child two months before by a woman that was not your wife. I am shocked that you would stand here and say you’re completely cleared. Can you so casually cheat on a second wife and cheat on the mother of a child that had been born two months before?” As Hegseth began talking about being “redeemed by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,” Kaine noted the defense secretary nominee had admitted to that infidelity before bringing up the sexual assault allegations against him. “Now, if it had been a sexual assault, that would be disqualifying to be secretary of defense, wouldn’t it?” Kaine asked. Hegseth did not answer the question directly, instead couching his response in regard to the allegations against him specifically. “It’s a false claim then and a false claim now,” he replied. Kaine repeated his question, but Hegseth again called it a “false claim” and “a hypothetical.” The senator still didn’t let up. “So you can’t tell me whether someone who has committed a sexual assault is disqualified from being secretary of defense?” Kaine said.

[...] The Virginia Democrat later asked Hegseth if he had nondisclosure agreements in connection with his first two divorces and whether he would agree to release his former wives from those agreements to speak openly about their marriages to him. Hegseth said he wasn’t aware of such agreements, but Kaine suggested he had something to hide. “Did you ever engage in any acts of physical violence against any of your wives?” Kaine said. “Senator, absolutely not,” Hegseth replied.

Pete Hegseth cowardly dodged questions from Sen. Tim Kaine (D-VA) about whether sexual assault is a disqualifier to be a Defense Secretary.

See Also:

Ahmed Baba: Pete Hegseth’s Evasions Highlighted His Subservience To Trump

Daily Kos: Republicans are covering up Hegseth's behavior to get him confirmed

[whitesabernijaekyung]

Filipino!MC's pinoy Nicknames for the OM char!

So Filipinos are known for their nicknames. like fr tho. My name is Kassandra, and at first, it was Kassey, then Kass, then Sassi, then Si, now Sisi?!?!?!?

Beware this is just brain rot lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mammon:

Mam, then mon-mon then it would be like moy-moy. (moy-moy cause money but with out the ne)

He would probably blush so hard that he has tears pooling in his eyes.

"S-shut up! dont call me that! Y-You Pesky H-human.." mammon screams from the top of his lungs as he hides under his pool table

"Moy-moy, Kain na bili. Magagalit nanaman satin si Lucifer"

"Moy-Moy, eat now. Lucifer will be angry with us"

MC crouches down and drags him to the dining room by the ear

Lucifer:

So it would be Luci (obv) then Ci-Ci, then it would be Lu-Lu (Delulu as MC says)

"M-Mc.. Please stop calling me that..." Lucifer pleads as MC teases him while cooking.

"Ay nako, Maniwala ka na kasi na ako maskinakatakutan ng Brothers. Titigilan na kita paginamin mo."

"I'm sorry, believe me, because the Brothers are more afraid of me. I'm going to top you if, you admit it ."

MC suggests as she cooks adobo, the aroma filling the room.

Satan:

San, then San-San, then uhm.. Sin-Sin.. BAHHAHa and then Sizzle cause he's always angry jk

"Sizzle, galit ka nanaman?" MC asks satan. using his hated nickname.

"Sizzle, Are you mad again?"

"Stop it MC!" Satan roars as he threw a book at MC. Ay, Ded na si satan.

"Ay Putangin- Takbo, meron kang 5 seconds." MC curses satan as she picks up a spare hanger, glaring at the avatar of wrath

anyways, hope you liked it! Guys if i dont update, Please DM me on my Tiktok @Jejetteey

[tfa-archived]

strange birds

Summary: Following a skirmish with a version of Kraven, you tend to Miguel's injuries.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings: referenced canon typical violence, mild descriptions of injuries, implied/referenced past bad relationships (nothing explicit, nor is the kind of relationship defined), hurt/comfort because it's my speciality.

A/N: I really thought I was done writing reader fic, but I got attached to miguel and I opened docs and this accidentally fell out, whoops. This has been cross-posted to ao3 on my pseud there.

Every spider-person has their own canon event (or sequence of them) that they have in common, but another similarity between most of them is their sense of humor, the ability to fire off a quip at the same speed it takes them to spin a web. It helps stave off the fear; enough bravado and you start to believe in your own confidence, that you’re not fighting against forces that could easily smear you off the face of the earth. Sometimes the jokes aren’t enough: sometimes the threat is so severe that the ability to summon any jocularity or wit vanishes entirely.

Since you joined the Spider-Society (one of the first recruits, you're proud to note), you've seen more than one of your fellow vigilantes sent to the medbay after a knock out, drag down fight with an anomaly. Ben was there for almost a week after pissing off the wrong Hobgoblin.

Today, you'd been tasked with helping Miguel, Kaine and Peter B with seeking out a displaced Kraven the Hunter and the results weren't exactly pretty. Most of you'd wound up briefly visiting the medbay (except Miguel, because of course he was willing to blow off his own injuries), with the exception of Kaine who'd been ordered to stay overnight for Lyla to keep an eye on him.

Once you’re officially cleared with a clean bill of health and wish Peter B farewell – the air crackling and thrumming around you both as you trade a hug, him having already opened a portal to home – you make your way to Miguel’s lab.

Compared to the rest of HQ, the lab offers something seldom found elsewhere on Earth-928B: the illusion of peace and quiet. It’s dark compared to the rest of the building to accommodate Miguel's light sensitivity, and it’s chillier here too, making it one of your favorite places to spend your free time. The fact that Miguel’s also there just happens to be a bonus, and since he hasn’t thrown you out yet, you’d like to think that he does more than tolerate your presence – that maybe, just maybe, he might even see you as a friend.

He doesn’t have enough of those, not here. You know that he has a brother, who had been this world’s Goblin and that he’d died sometime before Miguel had saved you from imminent death when he showed up in your universe to recruit you, but outside of that, you don’t know much at all about what Miguel’s life was like before the Collider incident, before he’d gone on that fateful journey through the multiverse, before his daughter – 

As you step further into the laboratory, you see her face now: another video, recorded by Lyla, plays of her and Miguel on a loop on one of the many, many screens that encircle the platform that Miguel tends to hide away on, hunkering down for days at a time to observe the web of universes, on the off chance that one might snap and the whole thing fall apart again.

In the video, you can make out Gabriella laughing and running away from Miguel, who chases her, pretending to growl menacingly even though he’s grinning so much that the twinkle in his eyes are visible through the screen; he eventually catches her around the waist, spinning them both around as peels of laughter filter softly through the speakers, an echo of another life - another universe - that Miguel can’t ever touch again filling up the room.

“Lyla, shut it off.”

The soft glow of the video vanishes, taking with it the comforting orange glow and laughter, and filling the space with even more shadows and gloom. Distantly, you can hear Lyla trying to coax Miguel into something, which he doesn’t initially respond well to until she scolds him so thoroughly that you can make out a chastised Miguel conceding, “Fine”, and with a whir, the platform slowly begins to lower itself.

In the next second, Lyla appears in front of you, glitching out briefly before gaining a stronger connection. “He needed to stay in the medbay, but he’s insistent on doing things himself, so if you could do something about that, babydoll, I’d appreciate it!” With a wink, she vanishes again, and you blink to get rid of the afterimage of her fur coat and heart shaped sunglasses.

When the platform touches ground, you finally get a glimpse at the man himself: he’s slouched in a rolly chair that neither looks comfortable or like it should be able to hold his weight, and the accents of red on his suit look darker than they should: he’d taken more of a hit than he’d let on (another constant between Spiders, but outside of Peter Parkers, few were as obstinate about accepting help as Miguel was).

“Did Lyla go get you?” Miguel asks as you approach. His eyes aren’t open, but you know his senses are heightened - even more so than yours, what with his dna having so much spider in it - enough that he’d be able to keep track of you even with them shut. It’s uncanny and sometimes unnerving, knowing he can do things like hear your heartbeat, but it’s probably the easiest thing to accept of the turn your life has taken since the concept of multiversal travel entered it. 

“Believe it or not, I actually have a vested interest in whether or not you come home in one piece, O’Hara,” you tell him, stepping in front of him and surveying the damage - it’s hard to tell, when his suit is holographic but the illusion of fabric is a good one: it automatically shifts the shade of colors to adapt to injuries on his person, even if the suit never adjusts to include actual tears. 

“Why’s that?” Miguel asks, obliging you as you tilt his head back, searching his face for cuts and bruises, even as he points out, “If you’re looking for signs of a concussion, you could’ve just asked if I hit my head.”

“Right, because you’ve got such a long history of informing people of your injuries, I forgot,” you reply dully, flicking him in the sternum with your finger. “And I came here because you’re my friend, dunno how many times I’m going to have to tell you that before you get it through your thick skull.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, watches you as you go and grab a first aid kit from elsewhere in the room and as you return, the faint blue light from the ceiling far, far above you both turns your suit a deeper tone of purple. Once you step in between his legs and affix him with a pointed stare, Miguel exhales in capitulation, and a second later the top half of his suit flickers out of existence, revealing a gash in his side.

“And you didn’t have this looked at in the medbay because…?” you demand, looking considerably more ill at the sight of his blood, although you quickly get to work in cracking open the medkit and selecting the supplies you need.

“Ben and Peter B needed the resources. I didn’t, as evidenced by the fact that you’re using – what the shock is Neosporin?” 

“It’s a miracle worker is what it is, especially when you’re a kid who has a bad habit of skinning up her knees,” you answer, slathering the now clean injury up with the medicine. It feels like the medical equivalent of splashing a cup of water onto a blazing inferno, but you know from experience that it helps until the accelerated healing can take effect and do the rest of the job for it.

Miguel grunts at that but doesn’t say more, letting you work in silence until you pull out some gauze to wrap him up with and he finally says, “I don’t make it easy.”

“Patching you up? I’ve noticed.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant – you said I’m your friend. I don’t make that easy, so - why.”

You straighten back up, assessing your work for a moment before looking up at Miguel; it’s not tidy by any means, but it’ll keep him from bleeding anymore until he can start healing on his own. Judging from the look of bafflement in his crimson eyes, you know that he wants something concise and logical, that he won’t accept any other kind of explanation for why you might possibly want to spend any amount of time with him, let alone consider him a friend.

(You decide to spare him from the knowledge that he’s probably the closest friend you have in the Spider Society, if just knowing you consider him one at all is enough to throw him for a loop.)

And with that in mind, you remain quiet for a minute, mulling over how best to answer him and summoning the words to do so. “You’re direct. I know when I’m talking to you, you’re never going to bullshit me on something, and I –” you scoff, lowering your gaze from his heavy, inquisitive one - “I’ve dealt with enough people bullshitting me, making me think…think I mattered more to them than I did, or making me question everything because they didn’t want to own up to something or - or they just didn’t want to tell me the truth.”

You never had to doubt with Miguel. Maybe you weren’t sure of how far his presumed affection for you ran, but you knew that he liked having you around. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put up with you chilling in his laboratory and catching up on your reading while he worked, nor would he have allowed you to help him now. That was more certainty than you’d had in a long time when it came to your social circle, or what remained of it.

“Most people here say that’s what makes me a jackass,” Miguel points out dryly, but when you glance back up at him, his mouth has twitched into the ghost of a smile. “And it usually deters them from sticking around.”

“I’m not most people, and we both know you deter them on purpose.”

His mouth twinges up even further, revealing one of his canines. “How else am I supposed to keep this lab quiet?”

You can’t help but laugh outright at that, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout the voluminous space. “Too bad it doesn’t have any effect on me.”

“You’re not noisy - and even when you are, I don’t - it’s not -” Miguel briefly raises one hand helplessly, before finally getting out - “the noise isn’t bad when it's from…from a friend.”

You don’t throw your arms around him in a bear hug like you want, because you know he likes his personal space, but you do beam at him and squeeze his hand with yours. 

Miguel O’Hara doesn’t have many friends, outside of Lyla and Peter B and Jessica, and from what you know of his past, you don’t blame him – better than anyone, you understand, you really do. The fact that he counts you as a friend, as someone he can rely on, is overwhelming. 

Perhaps more than you realized, because Miguel reaches up suddenly and gently – always so conscious of his talons – wipes away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “You alright?” 

You nod a couple times. “Yeah, just - not used to hearing that, anymore.”

Miguel hums, the noise rumbling with its disapproval, but he doesn’t say more on the matter, just jerks his head in the direction of his screens and says, like he’s pulling teeth, “Could use some help here, if you’re up for it.”

You know he’s only asking for help to give you a distraction, but that small sacrifice has something warm blooming in your chest, that he’d swallow his pride to help you. ”Yeah, I’m up for it. You got any popcorn?”

The side-eye you get tells you all you need to know, but within an hour, you’ve got a bucket of it from the cafeteria plopped between the both of you as you watch, and you can only hope that your presence takes some of the burden off Miguel’s shoulders, in the way that being near him has that yawning mouth of raw wanting and loneliness inside you dulling into an almost bearable white noise.

You think, when he smiles for a third time at one of your anecdotes, that it just might.

[chaoticmvse]

TMZ presents: Carter Murdock - When life suddenly becomes a question of surviving

On Tuesday evening (07/23/2024), the thing that every driver fears the most happened: A fatal collision occurred between the heir to international fashion brand Murdock Design Carter Murdock (28) and a student (25). The student drove into the driver's side of Murdock's son at an estimated 90 km/h without braking, forcing him off the road.

The circumstances of the incident also appear to be undetermined, but reputable sources say that the student was probably under the influence of drugs and was on his way to a student party.

Several ambulances rushed to the scene of the accident, the culprit suffered only blunt head trauma and several bruises, while Carter underwent emergency surgery the same day and has been in an induced coma ever since. Carter's condition, however, is more than critical, according to hospital spokespeople.

Carter Murdock, who had just celebrated his 28th birthday at the beginning of July, would in the worst case leave no relatives behind, as his parents were murdered almost 3 years ago, but the international fashion company Murdock Design, which had been family-run for decades, would. With the loss of this company, not only would a global brand disappear, but also thousands of jobs for employees worldwide. The only relative who is in the victim's favor is his ex-girlfriend Jocelyn Kaine Edwards (25), but she refuses to make any statements about his current state of health or the future of Murdock Designs.

[tastycitrus]

Kaiser: This is it, Gerand Darmoor! Your tyranny ends here! Gerand Darmoor: *opens his mouth to speak* Angelic Buster: F I N E T U R A P E T U C H I A *a stage materializes out of nowhere and Star Bubble begins playing* Kaiser: Gerand Darmoor: Cadena: Illium: Ark: Adele: Hoyoung: Kain: Lara: Khali:

[nickistuffs]

Let's eat!

hi! I'm Nicki. I have been on Tumblr my whole life and all I have been doing is reading fanfiction, precisely Harry Styles fanfics. So yeah and I wrote one blurb back while I was bored when my wifi broke so, here it goes.

Please enjoy just doing this for fun.

Pairing: dadrry X Filipina reader (Plus size reader or interpret them as you want them to look like.)

Summary: Breakfast is great, time to take a break from pancakes and cereal.

Word Count: 499

Warnings: None, fluff (cause I am in need of it)

✨masterlist✨

...

The smell of garlic fried rice wafted through the air, signalling that Y/N was already up and cooking breakfast.

Yes, it might have seemed odd to have rice for every meal, but Harry had gotten used to it over the years. He'd lived with his girlfriend for three years, then married her, and now she was the mother of his child. Seeing her enjoy a full meal—especially her bangsilog (a Filipino breakfast dish)—had become a comforting part of his mornings. It was a greasy, delicious start to the day, and he couldn't help but appreciate it, especially after a night of drinking.

Groggy from sleep, Harry stumbled into the bathroom to freshen up. As he passed their toddler's bedroom, he noticed the bed was a mess—covers strewn about, but no sign of their little one. Suddenly, he heard the excited shout of their toddler from downstairs, making him smile to himself.

Finally, Harry made his way downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind as she washed dishes in the sink.

"Good morning, my love. Missed you in bed," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

Y/N turned around with a smile. "I’m so sorry, H. I know. But a little someone was hungry for a big breakfast."

They both turned to see their three-year-old happily munching on a slice of tomato, sitting in their high chair. The sight was enough to make Harry laugh. Bits of rice and eggs were stuck in their hair, and tomato was smeared all over their cheeks.

"Is it yummy, baby?" Harry asked, his voice full of warmth. "Mummy made such delicious food for us, keeping us full with her yummy dishes, hmm?" he said, planting kisses on their little one’s tomato-streaked cheeks. He couldn’t help it—his love for them both overflowed in those moments. The room was filled with giggles and laughter. "Okay, Daddy, breakfast is ready. Let them finish theirs, please. Kain na tayo." (Let’s eat.)

"Mmm, thank you, my love. This smells amazing!" Harry said, settling down at the breakfast nook. He eagerly grabbed a serving of sinangag (garlic fried rice), runny fried eggs, fresh sliced tomatoes, salted duck eggs, crispy bangus (marinated milkfish), and atchara (pickled papaya). His mouth watered at the sight of it.

"You amaze me so much," Harry continued, a smile on his face as he dug into his food. "Another great start to the day, baby." Y/N blushed, even after all these years together. Compliments from Harry always made her feel special.

A loud shriek from their toddler broke the moment, followed by a string of babbles. Harry chuckled in agreement, even though he couldn’t make out the words. "You’re right, baby. Mummy is so amazing, huh?" he said, grinning as their little one reached out, making grabby hands at Y/N’s plate.

Y/N gently fed their child scrambled eggs and rice, and the toddler exclaimed loudly, "Mmmhm, yamee!" The whole family burst into laughter, enjoying the warmth of their morning together.

... Thank you so much ehehe I have more in store and maybe I'll write more in the future. See you <3 I rewritten this because it wasn't that good originally...

[talesfantastic]

Multimuse meme over on @nymfaia!

Random Pairings Meme || ACCEPTING

-cackling- You're stuck with me now.

Okay so I randomized the whole list -- everyone you have active without request or trial, and all of mine that aren't request or under consideration. HUGE list. Here's my five most interesting combos with links to both sides for reference. In retrospect, I shouldn't have considered our characters with no bios but I'm here to explain on my end as needed!

Duke and Raine Sage -- Duke, as you're familiar with his nobility AU, a bit at least, from our thread between Duke/Rigel and Rini. He's also been a bodyguard, a treasure hunter, and an intense bookworm. I think he would be fascinated by Raine, and sort of absentmindedly just. Step in to help so Things didn't get in the way of the exchanges of information? Assuming someone didn't stick him as her bodyguard, he did a lot of that in my canon and other verses for him. (Honorable Mention: there was, later in the list, Genesis and Raine and off the top of my head I can't remember if he has a fantasy / nobility verse but it'd be really easy.)

Ardyn "Izunia" Lucis Caelum and Emmanellain de Fortemps -- okay hear me out. Ardyn in the Chancellor position (yes when he met Alta) and Emmanellain as another politician. Spare, yes, but Ardyn... really doesn't care about that if he's interesting. Idk on the surface it's interesting as a pairing for me. Go RNG! (Honorable Mention: there was also a suggestion for my SWTOR bounty hunger Seran-vin and I really dig the merc and noble vibe.)

Tharan Cedrax / Holiday and Kain Highwind -- I like this. I like this a lot. Of course, T&H originating from SWTOR means switching them around to either them in a fantasy verse or Kain in SciFi or both in modern but honestly I'm here for it? They make a brilliant support staff and their dynamic, I feel, could be really interesting in conflict finding a way to... if not agreeing, making peace?

Zelda and Cecil Harvey -- arranged marriage AU? Arranged marriage AU. SO, so serious about it. I'd lean either Ocarina of Time post-game rebuilding, Twilight Princess post-game (or before/during if we wanted to go Epic Story Mode). Epic Story Mode is also welcome for a BOTW au.

Anya Torvik and Shane Mooney -- again, hear me out: Anya helping Shane drag himself out of the pits of despair. She's suffered from many losses over time, she gets the allure of the bottle (she never could, as strongly as she abhors being 'controlled' by anything, but she gets the psychology of it). Maybe he worked as an informant for her, maybe he has a knack for something else that's beneficial for the company. I don't know that we could swing Joja = ShinRa, they're different kinds of sinister but something. It could be fun!

And that's my top five out of it.

[spider-mar2004]

I think Kaine would enjoy it if you liked sharing your stuff. You're doing nothing wrong, make the boy happy.

Also, I have a question for autistic Kaine, opinion on frogs?

P h r o g s

(Also ty, yes must make the boi happy) 💙💪🙏

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J - Jean Havoc - Jerso - Julia Crichton

K - Kain Fuery - King Bradley | Pride (03) - King Bradley | Wrath (BH)

L - Lan Fan - Ling Yao - Loa | Roa - Lust - Lyra

M - Maes Hughes - Maria Ross - Marta | Martel - May Chang - Miles

N - Nina Tucker - Noah

O - Olivier Mira Armstrong

P - Paninya - Pinako Rockbell - Pride (BH)

Q -

R - Rebecca Catalina - Riza Hawkeye - Rosalie - Rose Thomas - Roy Mustang - Russell Tringham

S - Sarah Rockbell - Scar - Sheska - Shou Tucker - Sig Curtis - Sloth | Trisha Elric (03) - Solf J Kimblee (BH)

T - Tim Marcoh - Trisha Elric (BH)

U - Ulchi - Urey Rockbell

V - Van Hohenheim - Vato Falman

W - Winry Rockbell - Wrath (03)

X -

Y - Yoki

Z - Zampano - Zolf J Kimbley (03)