#Between Mice and Magic

[corsairier]

dc x dp prompt: in which Danny accidentally becomes an alien

So I'm not super caught up on the modern day dp fandom lore, but what i am very familiar with is pre-2016 dp fandom lore. And that lore tends to take a much more sci-fi slant than a lot of the current magic stuff I've been seeing circulating around, so... what if we took that and put it in a batfam crossover?

Picture this: Danny is sixteen, he's told his parents he's a halfa, and despite all his fears, things actually went... well? They apologize for how they've treated Phantom, they reaffirm they still love him as their son, and things are surprisingly okay.

Except... ghosts are still their biggest interest in life, and researching ghosts is their entire passions and careers. And they've got a kid right there who not only is a ghost, but a rare type of half ghost who could give them a completely different set of data than any of their previous research! And he's their kid, so why not just go and ask Danny how he's feeling about helping them out with their research?

And Danny is, well... his friends and Jazz are all super happy for him that Maddie and Jack accepted him, and they think it's sweet at first that they're trying to bond with Danny over this. So he feels a bit pressured to go along with it, even though it feels incredibly invasive to have his parents asking him all these things. But they're his parents, and he does feel grateful for them not trying to vivisect him, so it can't be that bad, right?

But it just escalates.

His parents have never really been great with boundaries, especially when it comes to ghosts, and at some point Danny realizes that there's not really a point where either of them will truly stop. They keep asking him for blood samples, skin samples, hair samples, marrow samples, anything that can help understand him inside and out. They know ectoplasm can bring inanimate things to life or infuse life into the dead, so it quickly becomes Hey Danny, what if we injected human blood into a ghost? And Come watch us infuse ectoplasm into these frozen mice! and Danny, come help us out with this project!

Vlad won't even come in between any of this, not after Danny let slip that he wasn't the only halfa out there. Maddie's affections are a lot less attractive to him when it feels like being a lab rat under her microscope, and the coward seems more than happy to leave Danny to his fate while he goes and lives it up in his mansions. His friends are sympathetic, sure, but they don't really get it beyond usual "parents suck" complaining. it's not like Danny is actually in any danger.

Jazz at least takes it seriously, but she's off at university by then and she can't just drop everything to get into fights with their parents telling them to leave Danny alone. So Danny starts spending a bit more time than he probably should exploring the Ghost Zone and tumbling through portals, just to see where it leads him. It's stress relief, you know. Jazz would approve of him getting out of the house to clear his head.

The fact that some of these portals happen to connect dimensions isn't something he's expecting.

Neither is the fact that dimensions have their own rules, and in order to pass between dimensions, they must undergo changes as needed to fit those rules. Someone with magic cannot exist as is in a dimension without it, and the dead cannot walk in a dimension where the rules of life and death are drawn by different lines.

Danny winds up in Gotham with a body that feels unlike his own, the majority of his powers and his ghost half seemingly beyond his reach. He still thinks he's human (probably), but something about him isn't quite right. He feels odd, where he lands, and something about the air and the weather just doesn't sit right in his bones.

He's hungering for... ectoplasm, maybe? He can't put a finger on it, only that he's starving without it. Danny can't quite figure out how to get his way back—and he's not sure if he really wants to, if it means going back to playing house with his parents.

Then the Bats, from their own perspective, stumble across a medical mystery—one that doesn't want to be solved.

One that's absolutely sick of people trying to research everything about him.

And there's no way a being like him could be from Earth, right?

Batman is convinced he's an alien seeking amnesty on Earth. Tim's got his bets on an experiment escaped from some dark and corrupt lab somewhere. Dick's thinking the kid's a Meta with the kind of powers those with bad intentions would kill to have.

Jason, for what it's worth, really just wants to know how this bandaged and ill kid ended up in one of his safehouses—especially considering it's not accessible from the ground floor.

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I've been chipping away at a fic for this, but I'm not sure if it'd be something modern dpxdc fans would be interested in? Feel free to use this idea yourselves for anything if it piques your interest LOL, just credit me in the AN if you post it to AO3. I just think it's really funny to have Danny having incredibly boring "i feel i can't enforce boundaries with my parents" problems and then the Batfam seeing what it all looks like from an outsider's POV and coming to some very severe conclusions based on what they can pick up on because it's really not a good look.

Danny voice. No my parents are fine except for all the experimenting on me. Jason voice. THE WHAT.

[fort-of-novelty]

Having your slimes and oozes in fantasy worlds exist because they are some kind of common ingredient or product from magic experiments is a fairly common, albiet pretty cool origin story.

But with all this talk of the newly created wooly mice, has no one yet made the parallel between the role of slimes in magic research and mice in real-world scientific research?

[txttletale]

for those in the audience who don't play mtg, could you elaborate on what aspects of the card's design/interaction with the rules makes beans such a pain in the ass?

(we're talking about this cunt)

right, basic info first: in magic the gathering, you can't cast spells for free like in yugioh, nor do you gain mana each turn like in hearthstone. you need to play 'lands', which are cards that do nothing except tapping for mana so you can play your other cards. by default, you're limited to playing one land per turn from your hand, but certain spells and abilities (collectively called 'ramp', after rampant growth) let you circumvent this limit.

so: beans draws you a card when you play a card that costs five mana or more. it's designed to reward playing ramp-heavy big-mana strategies (the blue/green archetype for wilds of eldraine limited) by providing a payoff for cards that are normally weak because of how much investment they need--cards that cost a lot of mana either need to come down comparatively late in a match or need you to spend your first few turns ramping while your opponent is free to punch you in the face repeatedly. so beans is printed as a support piece to the WoE ramp archetype, seems sensible.

the problem is, this isn't how it's actually shaken out in constructed play, because there's a lot of cards in standard right now that ''cost'' five mana but have significant discounts stapled on. the most egregious example being the interaction between overlord of the hauntwoods and the domain mechanic (represented here by leyline binding)

so, you have beans out. you cast overlord of the hauntwoods for its 'impending' cost -- despite only paying 3 mana, you've technically "cast a spell with mana value 5", so beans draws you a card. because overlord creates a token with every basic land type (there are five basic land types), you can now cast leyline binding for an eyewateringly cheap one mana -- but again, beans doesn't care about how much mana you actually spent, just what the mana cost printed on the card is.

so if it sticks beans, the domain/overlords deck (where bean is by far the most problematic, although there's more niche archetypes like simic terror/crab where it plays a role) ends up in a situation where nearly every card in its deck is a cantrip (mtg term for a spell that draws a card when you cast it, therefore replacing itself). this negates the biggest downside of these greedy bomb-filled types of decks in that it makes it nearly impossible for the domain player to run out of resources. the only way to beat domain is to go under it.

okay, so--stop them from sticking beans, right? it is very easy to destroy enchantments, there's even some really good modal enchantment removal in standard right now so you don't have to fully dedicate a mainboard slot to what could be a dead hand:

here's the thing, though: there's two things about beans that make this an inadequate solution. #1 is that it only costs two mana, and the beans player can start going card positive on it the turn after it comes down. to answer this efficiently you have to destroy it the turn it comes down or the turn after. but the thing is, the best non-domain decks (esper pixie, rx mice) are playing cheap, impactful, synergistic creatures--casting a 2-mana spot removal piece on turn 2 or 3 is a serious setback to their gameplan. and the worst part of all: even if you do that, you're left behind, becaues beans replaces itself.

this is the part that i personally think makes it such a huge problem card: the seemingly innocuous bit of text that says up the beanstalk draws a card when it enters. cards are the most valuable resource in magic. you can have all the mana in the world and it doesn't matter if you don't have cards to play with it. having more cards than your opponent ("card advantage") is a serious boon that makes you significantly more likely to win--the more cards in your hand, the more likely you're holding answers to their threats and game-winning threats of your own.

so let's say that you and the beans player both have, i dunno, six cards in hand. they play beans and draw a card. you pawpatch formation it on their end step. the end result of this exchange is that the boardstate is the exact same but they have six cards in hand and you have five! this is what makes beans feel so oppressive imo, that even answering it immediately starts slipping you into the chokehold of snowballing resource advantage that defines the overlord/domain decks

tldr: it is pushed just that little bit too much to take it from a must-answer play to a play that is essentially unanswerable unless you've got your hearthfire/manifold/monstrous rage/turn inside out combo ready to pop next turn

[x-i-l-verify]

Okay Linked Universe Fandom, we have to talk. I am extremely disappointed in all of us that out of all the myriad possible duos of the Chain, only one has an official name (Downfall Duo). This has got to change. We need more duo names stat. So, this is my proposed list! Hopefully at least some of them catch on. 👀 Many thanks to @kuraiarcoiris for assisting me with some of the uncooperative duos on the list. >.> Looking at you, Warriors and Wind.

Without further ado!

Sky

Sky+Four: Horizon Duo (because they are the first two Links chronologically in the timeline, charting new horizons for the young kingdom of Hyrule, and because I view the two as representing the sky and the world [e.g. Four’s element motif]. And where do the sky and world meet? The horizon.)

Sky+Time: Wife Duo (because they both canonically love their wives and miss them. Sky isn’t married to Sun yet, but he will be, so it counts. >:V)

Sky+Legend: Harp Duo (because they both canonically play magic harps and enjoy music)

Sky+Hyrule: Thunder Duo (because of their abilities to channel lightning and the fact that Hyrlule’s spell is called Thunder. Also two of the quietist Links having a duo named after a loud sound is amusing)

Sky+Twilight: Firmament Duo (because “firmament” another word for the physical sky, and also sounds like “firm,” and both characters are good grounding forces for the other Links.)

Sky+Warriors: Knight Duo (because they actually remember their training as knights and can apply that training. Plus, both are knights in shining armor for their Zeldas.)

Sky+Wind: Breeze Duo (because flying and sailing both use air currents, and breezes are heartening and encouraging, just like these two.)

Sky+Wild: Aeon Duo (because “aeon” means "a long or seemingly long period of time" and these two are the Links that had to wait the longest amount of time to complete their quests.)

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Four

Four+Sky: Horizon Duo

Four+Time: Shade Duo (because they are possibly the only two Links that lingered after their deaths, Time with the Hero’s Shade in Twilight Princess and Four with the four Shadow Links that appear in the Palace of the Four Sword in A Link to the Past [though one could theorize that those are Dark Links unrelated to Four entirely, so this duo name could also refer to Shadow from the Four Swords manga])

Four+Legend: Forging Duo (because not only do they have blacksmithing skills, but both forge the way for the heroes who come after them to the best of their abilities.)

Four+Hyrule: Mousetrap Duo (because they can both shrink to the size of mice, Four with his Minish form and Hyrule with his Fairy spell)

Four+Twilight: Prism Duo (because light is very important to both of their games [Twilight’s light spirits and Four’s Light Force], but also their mechanics allow them to “split” and show another side of them like light through a prism, i.e. Four's ability to divide into four and Twilght’s crystal that lets him become a wolf)

Four+Warriors: Teamwork Duo (because their games center on teamwork more than any of the others')

Four+Wind: Shield Duo (because of their identical shields that signifies a possible blood connection between them)

Four+Wild: Shattered Duo (because they both break or "shatter" things in order to fight. Four breaks himself through his splitting mechanic, and Wild breaks his weapons. You could also interpret this as Wild's memories being broken, too.)

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Time

Time+Sky: Wife Duo

Time+Four: Shade Duo

Time+Legend: Melodic Duo (because their games focus so much on music)

Time+Hyrule: Fairy Duo (because of their connection to fairies)

Time+Twilight: Legacy Duo (self-explanatory)

Time+Warriors: Command Duo (because leader and his unofficial second in command)

Time+Wind: Menace Duo (because these two absolutely will be menaces together once Time relaxes a bit.)

Time+Wild: Moon Duo (because of the focus on the moon in their games. “I Hate the Moon” Duo doesn’t have the same ring to it :p)

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Legend

Legend+Sky: Harp Duo

Legend+Four: Forging Duo

Legend+Time: Melodic Duo

Legend+Hyrule: Downfall Duo (basically codified fanon at this point)

Legend+Twilight: Critter Duo (because they are currently the only two Links with animal forms)

Legend+Warriors: Worsties Duo (or just "the Worsties." Self-explanatory :3c)

Legend+Wind:Seagull Duo (because Aryll loves seagulls and Marin loved seagulls.)

Legend+Wild: Stockpile Duo (Because they’re obsessive about being prepared, so they stockpile things more than anyone else in the whole Chain.)

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Hyrule

Hyrule+Sky: Thunder Duo

Hyrule+Four: Mousetrap Duo

Hyrule+Time: Fairy Duo

Hyrule+Legend: Downfall Duo

Hyrule+Twilight: Rustic Duo (because they both come from very humble origins. Most of the Links come from pretty humble origins, but I get the feeling those two are Country Boys if you know what I mean. ;))

Hyrule+Warriors:Firestorm Duo (because of Warriors' penchant for using fire in battle and Hyrule's thunder spell)

Hyrule+Wind: Salvage Duo (because both have had to salvage their kingdoms from their destroyed states and salvage important items from where they were scattered around their worlds)

Hyrule+Wild:Wander Duo (because they both are the most adventurous Links and tend to go off the beaten path more than any of the others)

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Twilight

Twilight+Sky: Firmament Duo

Twilight+Four: Prism Duo

Twilight+Time: Legacy Duo

Twilight+Legend: Critter Duo

Twilight+Hyrule: Rustic Duo

Twilight+Warriors: Big Brother Duo (because they are the big brothers of the Chain)

Twilight+Wind: Successor Duo (because they are Time’s direct successors that are actually acknowledged as such in their games and in the comic)

Twilight+Wild: Protégé Duo (because Twilight is Time's protege and Wild is Twilight's)

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Warriors

Warriors+Sky: Knight Duo

Warriors+Four: Teamwork Duo

Warriors+Time: Command Duo

Warriors+Legend: Worsties Duo

Warriors+Hyrule: Firestorm Duo

Warriors+Twilight: Big Brother Duo

Warriors+Wind: Scarf Duo (because there have been a few panels where Wind steals or hides under Warriors’ scarf)

Warriors+Wild: Arson Duo (because of that one sketch where the two are riding on a log burning everything down around them, and they clearly enjoy setting things on fire)

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Wind

Wind+Sky: Breeze Duo

Wind+Four:Shield Duo

Wind+Time: Menace Duo

Wind+Legend:Seagull Duo

Wind+Hyrule: Salvage Duo

Wind+Twilight: Successor Duo

Wind+Warriors: Scarf Duo

Wind+Wild: Walkie Talkie Duo (because Wind's joy pendant allows him to talk to Wild through his Shiekah slate)

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Wild

Wild+Sky: Aeon duo

Wild+Four:Shattered Duo

Wild+Time: Moon Duo

Wild+Legend: Stockpile Duo

Wild+Hyrule:Wander Duo

Wild+Twilight: Protégé Duo

Wild+Warriors: Arson Duo

Wild+Wind:Walkie Talkie Duo

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A few trios for good measure!

Wind + Wars + Time = Eras Trio

Wars + Sky + Wild = Chivalry Trio

Wind + Wild + Hyrule = Apocalypse Trio

Hyrule + Legend + Wild = Triple Threat

Warriors + Twilight + Sky = Big Bro Trio

[sunseed-fandump]

Witch's Castle Headcanon Time Because I Said So

Since, in my own works, I imagine the Witch's Castle and Kingdom settings do exist in the same world (the games themselves taking place in different timelines) I've kinda developed a few headcanons revolving around life in the Castle itself! Y'know for funsies. :>

The Witch's Castle itself is rather isolated, this is because when the Witch of Light first built it she wanted it to be a safe haven for herself and her Coven-sisters. I imagine due to their powers and normal humans' general feelings towards witchcraft, they wanted to make sure they wouldn't be hunted down or have a random stranger stumble across their sanctuary. (Or like in the case of the Witch who would become First Grain Cookie, they didn't want anyone who would try to exploit them discovering their hiding place.)

The castle itself is huge because these are 13 witches who had to be entirely self-sufficient. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a wing for each Witch to have space to conduct her own branch of magical research. Not to mention space needed to create basic necessities like a greenhouse for food, a water pump for plumbing, etc etc etc. Even by human standards, it's ridiculously massive and very easy to get lost inside of.

Because the castle is so big yet so isolated, this has had an interesting affect on those who call it home. By Cookie standards, the castle could be considered a small continent in and of itself. There's a multitude of settlements and what could be considered independent city-states scattered throughout.

A common insult around the Castle is "Your batch should've burnt" not just between desserts but its used between non-baked residents as well, this little idiom has stuck in the common Castle vernacular even long after the Witch of Light and her coven-sisters vanished.

SPEAKING of the residents of the castle, as we've seen in the game, not all of them are desserts or food items, they're animals! But while some of them make sense like mice and chipmunks, other creatures should be way too big to fit in castle walls; like the Stag brothers and the Marlin Chefs. They don't LOOK like desserts, so I don't think they were baked, but if they're not desserts, what are they? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if they're a result of whatever Life Powder experiments were being conducted in the castle. When it comes to the Mice, the Life Powder might've given them heightened intelligence. And in the case of the animals that SHOULD be bigger, I personally headcanon that they started off as small things like figurines or toys that were brought to life via Life Powder; made "real" like Pinocchio but retained their small stature.

Most food and water in the castle does not have Life Powder in it. Where on Earthbread, it can be found everywhere, it's a lot more of a precious resource in the Castle. That's why the residents need a constant supply of Life Potion, since it's one of the few resources in the castle that contains Life Powder. Cookies on Earthbread don't need to worry about going stale from not drinking Life Potion consistently, because Life Powder is in the rain, the crops, everything! Life Potion still exists on Earthbread, however it functions more as a typical RPG Healing Potion.

The food grown in the Syrup Garden and the Temple of Abundance are a few exceptions to this, their goods are full of Life Powder, hence why crops grown in those places are so heavily sought after and their well-being is so vital to the Castle overall.

Unfortunately, there are very few left in the Castle who were around during the era of the Witch of Light. As such, when the Shadow Witch moved in, the mood towards Witches shifted from reverence to fear.

So don't say anything like "Witch's Blessings be upon you" in the Castle, you'll get some weird looks.

Most residents within the Castle are active at night since that's when it's considered "safest". As in: the Witch and other dangers SHOULD be asleep. Unfortunately for everyone, the Shadow Witch has a terribly inconsistent sleep schedule.

She's also a massive workaholic. Which does work in everyone's favor, because typically she's too tunnel-visioned on her work to notice little things.

Castle residents don't like being out in wide open spaces, as being out in the open means it's all the more easier for the Witch or her minions to find you.

[winchesterwild78]

Disney and a Soldier

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader (wife), their child, Lily

Warnings: a little angst, but a sweet fluffy story

A/N: Just a story idea given to me by a friend. I haven’t written in so long, so trying to start back up. I hope you like this.

This story follows Ben and his wife taking their daughter to Disney and Ben is definitely not feeling the trip, but his gruffness starts to chip away as he watches his daughter. 

I do not own the rights to Soldier Boy’s character. This is a work of fiction and all work is my own.  

Minors DNI 18+

"Disney World," Ben grumbled, the words tasting like sawdust in his mouth. He ran a hand over his neatly cropped hair, a familiar gesture of exasperation. Their five-year-old, Lily, oblivious to her father’s protests, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a well-loved Minnie Mouse doll clutched in her hand. "Minnie will be there, Daddy! And princesses!"

Y/N offered Ben a patient smile. "It's for her, Ben. Think of the memories."

"Memories of waiting in line for an hour to see a guy in a giant mouse suit?" he countered, gesturing vaguely towards the living room where their suitcases sat half-packed. "And for what? To be jostled, sweating, and spending our retirement fund on overpriced trinkets? We could take her camping. See some real nature."

His idea of a good time often involved quiet forests, meticulously packed gear, and a clear objective. Disney World, with its vibrant chaos and endless lines, felt like the antithesis of everything he understood. It wasn't a mission to be accomplished, it was just... a waste of time. Y/N simply shook her head, already imagining Lily's face when she first saw Cinderella’s Castle. She knew, deep down, that despite his grumbles, Ben wouldn't truly stand in the way of their daughter's dream. Or so she thought.

Later that evening, after Lily was tucked into bed, dreaming of castles and talking mice, the grumbling escalated into something more serious. Y/N found Ben in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey, a tight line to his jaw.

"Look, about this trip, Y/N," he started, his voice low, "I've been thinking."

"Thinking what, Ben? That we're not going?" Y/N’s voice had a dangerous edge. They'd discussed this for months. Lily had talked about nothing else.

"Exactly," he stated, planting his feet. "My leave time is precious. We've got missions, new protocols, and frankly, my time is better spent at Vought Tower, dealing with rogue superheroes, not being held hostage by magical princesses and overpriced food. This is a waste of money, a waste of time, and honestly, a waste of my patience."

Y/N stared at him, disbelief battling with rising anger. "A waste of patience? Ben, this is about Lily! It’s about giving our daughter a magical experience she'll remember forever. You really think your 'Vought Tower' missions are more important than that?"

He met her gaze, unyielding. "My job is about order, about keeping things contained. Disney World is the exact opposite of that. It’s chaos in a cheerful wrapper. I’m not going, Y/N. You and Lily can go."

The silence in the kitchen was thick, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Y/N crossed her arms, her earlier patience completely evaporated. This wasn't just grumbling anymore; this was a line drawn in the sand.

The silence that night was a heavy blanket between them. Y/N tossed and turned, the familiar comfort of Ben's presence beside her replaced by a palpable distance. When the alarm finally buzzed, she was already up, moving through the quiet house, her anger from the night before now a dull ache of disappointment. She folded Lily's sparkly dresses and her own vacation clothes into the suitcases, a knot tightening in her stomach with each item. Could she really do this alone? Did she want to?

The scent of coffee brewing pulled her back to reality. Ben appeared in the kitchen doorway, already dressed in his crisp Soldier Boy uniform – the same uniform that represented the order and duty he championed over fairy dust and parades. His presence, usually a source of strength, felt like a stark reminder of his refusal and rejection.

Her gaze landed on him, and without warning, her vision blurred. Tears welled, hot and stinging. "So," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, "you're really not going?"

He met her eyes, his expression unreadable, though perhaps a flicker of something, guilt or regret, passed through them. "No," he said, his voice firm, unwavering.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. "Okay," she murmured, turning back to the luggage, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. The dream of their family trip felt deflated, a beautiful balloon that had lost its air.

Just then, the sound of small footsteps pattered down the hall. Lily, freshly woken, burst into the kitchen, her eyes wide with uncontainable excitement. "Mommy! Daddy! Are we going to see Mickey today?" She paused, her bright smile faltering as she took in her father, dressed for work, not for a magical adventure. Her brow furrowed, and her lower lip began to tremble. "Daddy... you're not going?"

The pure, unadulterated heartbreak on Lily’s face was a punch to Ben’s gut. The crumpled joy, the sudden, overwhelming disappointment in her big, innocent eyes – it was more potent than any rogue superhero threat, more disarming than any chaos he'd ever encountered. The fortifications he'd built around his "waste of time" arguments crumbled in an instant.

He looked from Lily's tear-filled eyes to Y/N's resigned expression. The "waste of time" suddenly felt like the most important use of his time imaginable.

He knelt, pulling Lily into a hug. "No, sweet pea," he murmured into her hair, his voice rougher than usual. "Daddy's going. Daddy's definitely going." He glanced over Lily's head at Y/N, a silent apology in his eyes.

A small gasp escaped Y/N's lips, quickly followed by a watery smile. Lily pulled back, her face instantly transformed by a radiant, beaming grin. "Really? We're all going?"

"All of us," Ben confirmed, standing up. "Now, where's my comfortable travel gear? And point me towards the biggest suitcase. We've got a mission to pack for." Lily squealed in delight and threw her arms around his neck.

The tension in the kitchen evaporated, replaced by a flurry of relieved activity. In short order, the final bags were zipped, the last-minute snacks grabbed, and the family was out the door, Ben now leading the charge towards the airport, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. The "waste of time" had become a critical objective.

The airport, usually a vortex of predictable chaos that Ben found manageable, now felt different. He still moved with an almost military efficiency, navigating security and finding their gate with practiced ease. But this time, his hand wasn't just in Lily's to guide her; it was a firm, protective clasp around her small hand, pulling her gently through the crowds. When they finally reached the gate, he didn't just sit; he held Lily close in his lap, letting her point out the planes through the large windows, answering her endless stream of "why" questions with surprising patience. Y/N watched him, a quiet warmth spreading through her chest. This mission, it seemed, already had a positive impact on the soldier boy.

Boarding the plane, Lily's excitement vibrated through the cabin. She pressed her face against the window as they taxied, gasping at the tiny cars and buildings below. "We're flying, Mommy! Daddy, we're flying to Mickey!"

Y/N reached for Ben's hand, and he laced his fingers through hers, a small, comforting squeeze. The familiar touch, after the coldness of the night before, felt like sunshine breaking through clouds.

As the plane leveled off, soaring above the patchwork quilt of towns and fields, Ben leaned closer, his voice soft against the roar of the engines. "Y/N," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the clouds, "I'm sorry. Really. About last night. About... everything." He paused, looking at her then. "I was an idiot. You were right. This isn't about me or my need for order. It's about her." He nodded towards Lily, who was now drawing imaginary castles on the foggy windowpane. "And I promise. From here on out, I'm all in. No more grumbling. No more 'waste of time.' Just... the mission."

A tear, this time of pure relief and affection, pricked at Y/N's eyes. She squeezed his hand back. "Thank you, Ben," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. The flight suddenly felt lighter, filled with a renewed sense of purpose and, dare she admit it, magic.

Stepping off the plane in Orlando, Lily was instantly transported. The airport itself, usually a drab transit hub, felt like the antechamber to a grand adventure. Bright, cheerful decorations hung from the ceilings, and the air hummed with an infectious energy. Lily's big green eyes, already shining with anticipation, grew wide as saucers. A soft gasp left her lips, and a smile, pure and unadulterated, spread across her face, reflecting the magic she already sensed all around them. She clutched her Minnie Mouse doll tighter, as if needing a tangible connection to this unfolding dream.

Stepping off the shuttle at Magic Kingdom, Lily was instantly transported. The air hummed with a different kind of magic here, infused with the scent of popcorn and the faint, joyful strains of parade music. Her big green eyes, already shining with anticipation, grew wide as saucers, taking in every shimmering detail. A soft gasp escaped her lips the moment Cinderella’s Castle came into full view, an impossible, gleaming spire under the Florida sun. She pointed, her arm outstretched, words failing her as she simply radiated awe.

Ben, however, felt a different kind of energy. The sheer volume of people was staggering – a swirling, pushing mass that seemed to defy all logic and order. The humid air pressed in, making his shirt cling uncomfortably. He felt the familiar prickle of irritation begin to surface as families veered abruptly, strollers became hazards, and people seemed determined to cut off their path. He tried to suppress it, remembering his promise on the plane, but his soldier's instincts screamed at the inefficiency, the chaos. He kept a hand around Lily, trying to shield her and carry her, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

Then, it happened. A rogue stroller, piloted by an overly ambitious parent, swerved directly into his path, its wheel catching his ankle with a sharp thud. Ben hissed, stumbling back a step, and the carefully constructed wall around his irritation shattered. "Are you kidding me?" he muttered, eyes narrowing, ready to unleash a carefully worded, yet scathing, remark about spatial awareness.

But before the words could fully form, a small, choked sob cut through the noise. Lily, overwhelmed by the sudden jolt and her father's abrupt anger, crumpled against his chest, her face scrunching up as tears welled in her wide green eyes. "Daddy?" she whimpered, her tiny voice lost amidst the crowd noise.

A sudden, sharp pang of guilt shot through Ben, colder and more potent than any irritation. Her tears, born of his own momentary lapse, were a direct hit to his core. This wasn't a battlefield; this was his daughter's magical day. He looked at her trembling lip, the joy from moments ago utterly eclipsed by fear.

Without a second thought, the grumbling soldier vanished, replaced by the loving father. Ben quickly pulled Lily tighter into his arms, settling her against his chest. "Hey, hey, sweet pea, I'm sorry. Daddy's okay. No more grump," he murmured, his voice softening. He looked over her head at Y/N, a silent apology in his gaze.

"Dumbo?" he asked Lily, spotting the iconic, soaring elephants in the distance. "Want to go on Dumbo?"

Lily sniffled, her tears already beginning to recede as her gaze followed his. "Dumbo?" she repeated, a tentative smile peeking through.

"Yes, Dumbo," Ben confirmed, striding purposefully towards the ride, no longer seeing the crowds as obstacles but merely as background noise to their new mission. Soon, they were seated in their colorful elephant, Lily's tiny hand clutched securely in his. As they began to ascend, higher and higher, her soft giggles filled the air, a sound more precious than any medal. Ben looked at her, truly looked at the unadulterated joy on her face, and felt something inside him finally unknot. This wasn't a waste of time at all. This was everything.

From that moment on Dumbo, something shifted in Ben. The military precision he usually applied to life began to loosen, giving way to a new kind of focus: his daughter's joy. The rest of the day unfolded in a kaleidoscope of bright colors, happy chaos, and pure, unadulterated childhood delight.

There were giggles that echoed through the Haunted Mansion, hushed whispers during the Little Mermaid ride, and the sticky sweetness of melting ice cream that coated Lily's hands and, inevitably, Ben's shirt. He found himself not just enduring the character meet-and-greets but actively participating, squatting down for pictures with Princess Tiana with a surprisingly genuine smile, and even doing a playful little jig when Lily insisted he dance with Mickey and Minnie. The crowds still swirled, and the heat still lingered, but Ben no longer saw them as annoyances to be combated. They were merely the backdrop to the precious moments unfolding right in front of him. He became adept at navigating the throngs, but now it was to ensure Lily got the best view, or to quickly grab a water bottle for Y/N.

As night fell, blanketing Magic Kingdom in a soft, twinkling glow, the atmosphere transformed. Lily, despite the long day, found a fresh surge of energy for the parade. Ben, without a moment's hesitation, lifted her onto his shoulders, giving her a privileged view above the bobbing heads. Her green eyes, wide with wonder, reflected the vibrant floats and glittering lights, and a radiant smile stretched across her face, mirroring the joy in her father's heart. He felt the light weight of her in his arms, her small hands clutching his hair, and understood. This wasn't a waste of time. This was everything.

When the last float passed and the final burst of fireworks lit up the night sky in a grand, sparkling crescendo, Ben gently lowered a now sleeping Lily from his shoulders. He gathered her into his arms, her head nestled against his chest, her soft breaths a rhythm of contentment. As he walked alongside Y/N, making their way slowly out of the park, the earlier grumbling, the resistance, the arguments, all felt like distant echoes from another lifetime. He looked down at his daughter, then over at Y/N, a quiet understanding passing between them. The mission had been accomplished, far beyond any military objective. It was magical.

The rhythmic hum of the bus carried them back to their resort, a quiet counterpoint to the day's earlier cacophony. Lily, a warm, heavy bundle in Ben's arms, was deep in a dream, her small hand still clutching the ears of her Mickey Mouse headband. The vibrant lights of the park receded behind them, replaced by the hushed glow of the resort's pathways.

As they walked towards their room, the late-night air cool on their faces, Y/N leaned her head against Ben's shoulder. "She had an amazing time," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment.

Ben shifted Lily, nestling her closer. "Yeah," he murmured, a soft smile on his face. "She really did." He looked down at his daughter, then back at Y/N. "You were right. About all of it."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Even about the overpriced churros?"

"Okay, maybe not all of it," he conceded, a faint hint of his old grumble, but this time, it was laced with affection. "But... seeing her face. Especially on Dumbo, and then at the fireworks..." He trailed off, the images replaying in his mind. The sheer, unadulterated joy on Lily's face had been a powerful, disarming force. It had cut through his cynicism, his need for order, and reminded him of something far more important than any strategic objective.

"It wasn't a waste of time, was it?" Y/N asked, not truly a question, but a shared observation.

Ben shook his head. "No," he said, his voice firm and certain. "It was... a mission. A good one." He thought about the crowds, the heat, the constant sensory overload. He should have hated it. But holding Lily on his shoulders, feeling her little hands in his as she laughed, seeing the genuine awe in her eyes – that was a victory more profound than any he'd achieved in uniform.

They reached their room, and Ben carefully laid Lily in her bed, gently pulling the blanket over her. As he straightened, he looked at Y/N, a quiet understanding passing between them. Ben pulled Y/N close and kissed her lips, “I love you, Y/N.” She smiled, “I love you too, Ben.”

This trip, born from a disagreement and undertaken with reluctance, had unexpectedly forged new, precious memories. It had been more than just an amusement park visit; it had been a testament to the quiet power of a child's joy to transform even the most steadfast soldier's heart. Tomorrow, they would head home, but the magic, the giggles, and the quiet understanding forged in the heart of the "chaos" would definitely be coming with them.

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Hi! Request for Duke Crocker please

"Why am I the only one naked right now?"

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Death In A Tarot Card - Duke learns his fate.

You aren’t in bed when Duke wakes up, he doesn’t hear your footsteps on the deck, or feel your presence in the room. Something has shifted he thinks, he isn’t sure what but he can feel it in the depths of his soul as he pushes himself up from the mattress.

He finds you in the galley, sitting at the small table by the porthole. Your hands are wrapped around a mug of Earl Grey tea as you stare out of the window at the sea as it laps against the starboard side of the Rouge.

"Why am I the only one naked right now?" He asks you as he leans in the doorway, the sheets gathered around his hips.

You sigh before you remove the two tarot cards out of your bag, setting them down on the table in front of him. His chest tightens as he looks down at them, your fingers tracing over the Death card.

“Did you ask me to marry you because you love me?” You ask him as you push it towards him. “Or because you found out you wouldn’t be here in a couple of months?”

“Why can’t it be both?” He asks you, his dark hair falling across his features as his eyes meet yours. “I���ve been carrying that ring around for weeks waiting for the right time and then it turned out there might not be one.”

“So your reaction to finding out you’re going to die is to come home, propose to me, fuck me stupid and then get up and resort to do the same thing all over again.” You say, your fingertip tapping on the Death card.

“I don’t want to die.” He tells you frankly. “But if these are my last days, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside that sweet pussy of yours, making you say my name.”

Your cheeks colour then and he really hopes that this isn’t one of the last times he gets to see you blush.

“If you’re serious about marrying me, I want to do it today.” You tell him as you push your own card forward.

It’s the Lovers.

A man that looks like him, holding a woman that looks like you. He’s seen this card a thousand times since the two of you got together, always sandwiched between the pages of a book. He can’t believe he’s never noticed the resemblance until now.

“I want to honeymoon in Cape Breton.” You continue as he picks up the card and stares at it. He notes the rings on their fingers, wedding bands he realises. “I want to make love in that little bed and breakfast we found in Nova Scotia, to see the Northern Lights, experience that magic with you…”

You trail off then because what you’re reciting, that’s his bucket list, the one he whispers to you in the dead of night.

“Today then.” He says, his voice rough as sets the card back down upon the table. “We’ll get married today.”

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Undertale - Platonic Yandere Toriel

Toriel has had a rough life. It started sweet, at least. Married the love of her life and becoming the ruler of the Underground alongside Asgore, and had her first born, Asriel. Only for a couple years later to have met her second child, the fallen human, Chara. Life in the Underground was good, working alongside her husband to keep monsterkind happy and hopeful. It was tough work, but seeing the smiles of her people made it all worthy for her. And yet, it was all taken away from her claws when Chara fell sick. Asriel, devastated by such an event, absorbed Chara’s soul and left the underground. Only to end up dead from his injuries from the human village, Chara’s village.

Toriel, overtaken by grief, left Asgore the moment he installed the new law for the Underground. For all humans to be killed and their souls to be used as the keys necessary to break the magical barrier and free monsterkind.

Toriel lived a calm yet solitary life in the Ruins. Even though she had the company of fellow monsters who stayed behind with her, plus the fun jokes for the unknown voice from outside the Ruins, she was still consumed by the loneliness and isolation. Eventually you run out of conversation topics with those around you, reading the same books over and over again becomes tiring and even the funny banter between her anonymous friend has become stale.

And yet, one day, a new human fell down Mt. Ebott. And another, and another, and another. Every child that fell was protected and taking care of by her, with all the love and warmth she once gave to Asriel, Chara and her subjects. But despite all her efforts, all of them left. They left the ruins, her home. They left her. Until a new human fell down.

- Yandere Toriel whose original intention was to protect you and teach you the ways of the Underground, just like any other human child that has fallen before. Yet, you seemed a bit different.

- You, who was so patient and sweet to Toriel. You would always listen to everything she said and would share her interests in reading, cooking, snails and jokes! Accompanying her in these activities and eating her special pie recipe!

- You, who brought a new light to the fellow monsters in the Ruins, running around and playing games with the Froggits, having conversations with the rocks, comforting and making the Whimsums smile, bantering with the Looxs, having picnics with the Vegetoids, hanging out with the Migosp (and giving their personal space when they needed), waiting for the Mice to exit their home, listening to music and spending time with Napstablook, conversing with the Dummy (although they stay silent) and with the spiders from the Bake Sale (plus buying some sweets from them, as well)!

- Yandere Toriel who realizes that she can’t let you go. You are the reason why the ruins are so lively! She, alongside the other monsters, haven’t felt this happy in so long! Thus, one night, when you are resting in your bedroom, Toriel and the other residents of the Ruins have a chat and reach a conclusion. All the other monsters agree with her, she must destroy the entrance so you’ll stay forever.

- Yandere Toriel who convinces you to stay the entire day outside of Home and hang out with the other monsters! All of them have tons of things to do today, won’t you play with them? Ruins’s monsters who insist on you staying outside Home, and not to worry about whatever Toriel is occupied with!

- Sweet, adorable you that doesn’t realize what’s happening until a huge explosion is heard deeper within the Ruins, near Home! Silly human child who runs towards Home to make sure Toriel is safe and sound, and that no other monsters got hurt in the process! Little you who finds Toriel deep in the basement, with the once pristine door that lead to the outside, completely destroyed with rocks covering the entrance.

- Yandere Toriel who finally looks at you after giving you her back. She is smiling, a grin so wide it makes you shiver. She gets close to you, and even though you have the instinct to back away, you let her hug you tightly. After a few moments of silence, she finally whispers “Now we will be together forever, my child. Mommy and the others will look after you, no need to be afraid”

- Yandere Toriel who will host a party at Home where everyone is invited, to commemorate such a happy occasion! Their human will stay with them forever, they’ll bring them happiness for years to come!

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My Favorite Princess | Hyunjin

ᑉ³pairing; Husband! Dad! Hyunjin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; none

ᑉ³Authors Note; Hope you all enjoy :)

As you prepare for your daughter, Areum's Cinderella-themed birthday party, the air is alive with anticipation. Your little princess has been dreaming of this day for weeks, and you're determined to make it a fairytale come true.

With Hyunjin by your side, you dive into the task of transforming your home and backyard into a magical kingdom straight out of a storybook. The party decor team bustles around, hanging shimmering streamers in shades of blue and silver, while fairy lights twinkle like stars in the night sky.

"Let's place the Cinderella carriage centerpiece right in the center of the table," you suggest, pointing to the elegant coach adorned with sparkling crystals. "And we can scatter glass slipper confetti around it for an extra touch of magic."

As you direct the placement of each decoration, you can't help but feel a surge of joy at the thought of your daughter's delight. This party is more than just a celebration—it's a chance to make her dreams come true.

"Mommy, Daddy, look at this!" your daughter exclaims, twirling in her blue tulle dress as she examines the decorations. She is dressed in a custom-made Cinderella gown. As for you and Hyunjin, you've opted for a more casual approach to your attire, both donning outfits in shades of blue to match the party's color scheme.

"It's like I'm really in Cinderella's castle!" she continues.

You smile at her enthusiasm, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. "It's all for you, sweetheart." 

Hyunjin crouches down to his daughter's level, his eyes sparkling with affection as he takes in her excitement. "You look absolutely beautiful, just like Cinderella herself," he says, his voice filled with warmth.

She giggles, twirling once more, the skirt billowing around her like a cloud of magic. "Thank you, Daddy!" she chirps, reaching out to take his hand. In her other hand, she clutches Jiniret, dressed like one of the mice from Cinderella. "I'm so happy!"

Your heart swells with love as you watch the tender moment between father and daughter. Despite the stress of last-minute preparations, seeing the joy on their faces makes it all worth it.

Hyunjin takes her hand gently, his touch reassuring as he leads her out towards the backyard. The sun casts a golden glow over the meticulously decorated space, where shimmering streamers in shades of blue and silver dance in the gentle breeze. A canopy draped with twinkling fairy lights adds a touch of enchantment to the scene, creating an atmosphere fit for a princess's celebration.

Meanwhile, you continue to oversee the placement of decorations, your attention focused on every intricate detail. Each corner of the backyard and house is adorned with magical touches. Banners depicting scenes from Cinderella's story flutter gently in the wind, adding to the whimsical ambiance.

As the party guests begin to arrive, your home fills with laughter and excitement. The air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked treats, from cupcakes adorned with edible glass slippers to sandwiches cut into pumpkin shapes. Tables are adorned with bowls of fruit arranged artfully to resemble a majestic castle.

Areum eagerly greets each newcomer with a radiant smile, her eyes scanning the crowd in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of the "real-life Cinderella." She can hardly contain her joy as she awaits the arrival of the enchanting princess she's been dreaming of meeting.

"Daddy, Mommy, when is Cinderella coming?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Hyunjin chuckles warmly, ruffling her hair affectionately. "She'll be here soon, sweetheart," he assures her.

Your phone suddenly buzzes with an incoming call. With a furrowed brow, you step away to answer the incoming call. You were eagerly awaiting the delivery of the cake, and were hoping it wasn't a last-minute hiccup.

"Be back soon," you murmur, offering a reassuring smile before stepping away. "Hello?" you answer.

On the other end of the line, you hear a hurried voice speaking, delivering the news you had feared. "I'm sorry to inform you that the princess performer has fallen ill and won't be able to make it to the party," the voice says, its tone apologetic.

Anxiety begins to creep up within you as you hang up the phone, your mind swirling with worry. How will you possibly break this devastating news to your daughter? And more pressing still, how will you salvage her dream birthday party now?

In the background, curiosity sparkles in your daughter's eyes as she turns to Hyunjin. "Daddy, what do you think Cinderella's like?" she asks, her voice filled with wonder.

Hyunjin grins down at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I think she's probably very kind and brave, just like you," he replies, his voice soft and reassuring.

Your daughter beams at the comparison, her heart swelling with pride. "Do you think she has a prince, like in the story?" she asks, her excitement growing with each word.

Hyunjin's smile widens as he considers her question. "I think so," he says with a playful wink. "But let me ask you something, my little princess. What do you like the most about Cinderella?"

Your daughter's brow furrows in thought as she considers his question.

As she nods enthusiastically, she reaches out to squeeze Hyunjin's hand. "I love that Cinderella's prince always finds a way to be there for her when she needs him the most."

Hyunjin chuckles at her observation, his eyes shining with affection. "Ah, so you're a fan of the prince, then?" he teases, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"He's like a hero," she declares, her eyes shining with admiration.

As your daughter's excitement fills the air, your thoughts race, scrambling for a solution to the sudden dilemma. It's already an hour into the party, and with the festivities in full swing, so finding a replacement princess performer seems virtually impossible.

Hyunjin's laughter breaks through your frantic thoughts, drawing your attention back to the present moment. His gaze flickers briefly to you, sensing something amiss. A subtle shift in your demeanor doesn't escape his notice, and a furrow creases his brow as he registers your troubled expression.

"Mommy, are you okay?" your daughter asks, her concern mirroring Hyunjin's.

You force a smile, attempting to reassure her. "I'm fine, sweetie," you say, your voice catching slightly. "Just... thinking about somethin-"

But before you can even finish the sentence, he's already spinning a new tale. "Oh my goodness, look who's here! Your best friend Ha-ri just arrived!" he exclaims, his voice filled with excitement.

"Really?" your daughter gasps, her eyes widening with anticipation.

Without another word, she darts off towards the entrance, her Cinderella gown billowing behind her as she races to see her friend.

As your daughter bounds off to greet the guests, Hyunjin's playful demeanor fades, replaced by genuine concern. He stands beside you, his hand gently squeezing yours as he senses your distress.

"Is everything alright?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what has occured.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "The princess performer... she's unable to make it," you explain, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I don't know how to tell our daughter."

Panic continues to bubble within you, your mind racing with thoughts of your daughter's shattered expectations. She had been so excited for Cinderella to be there, and now you're at a loss for how to break the news to her.

"She's going to be devastated," you murmur, your voice catching with emotion. "All she wanted was Cinderella... she didn't even ask for presents."

Hyunjin's expression softens as he listens to your words, his heart aching for both you and Areum. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace.

"I don't know what to do, Hyunjin," you admit, your voice trembling with worry. "How do we make this up to her?"

Hyunjin's arms tighten around you, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions. "Shh, love, we'll figure it out," he murmurs, his voice gentle and soothing. "We'll make her birthday unforgettable, even without Cinderella."

Your words hang heavy in the air, the weight of disappointment pressing down on both of you. "But we'll never live it down if it doesn't happen," you whisper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

Hyunjin's touch is tender as he brushes away a stray tear. "Don't worry about that," he says softly, his voice filled with determination. "You worry about greeting the guests and looking pretty. I'll take care of it, okay?"

His words wrap around you like a warm blanket, offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness of your despair. With a shaky nod, you lean into his embrace, finding solace in the strength of his arms.

"Okay," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "Okay."

As Hyunjin presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. With a shaky exhale, you reluctantly release yourself from his embrace, returning your focus to the tasks at hand.

As you make your way to the backyard to check on the guests, Hyunjin disappears into the depths of the house, determined to salvage the birthday celebration. Amidst the hustle and bustle of serving guests and attending to last-minute details, you lose track of time.

An hour passes in a blur, and as you glance around , you realize that Hyunjin is still nowhere to be found. A sense of worry hits you.

Where could he be?

Before you can dwell on your concerns any further, your daughter's voice interrupts your thoughts. She stands before you, eyes wide with anticipation, hope evident in her voice.

"Mommy, is the princess coming soon?" she asks eagerly.

You search for the right words to soothe her, but the truth catches in your throat.

"I... I'm not sure, sweetheart," you reply, your voice faltering. "But let's focus on enjoying the party, okay?"

As your daughter's questions become more persistent and her restlessness grows, you feel the weight of your uncertainty bearing down on you. Each inquiry chips away at you, until you're on the brink of revealing the truth to her.

But just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of hoofbeats and the creak of carriage wheels cut through the air, stopping you in your tracks. 

Your daughter's eyes widen in wonder as she turns to you, a spark of hope dancing in her gaze. "Mommy, do you hear that?" she asks, her voice tinged with excitement.

Before you can respond, the source of the sound emerges from around the bend, and there, coming into view, is a magnificent horse-drawn carriage led by a majestic steed.

Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the unmistakable look of a horse-drawn carriage. At the reins is Minho, dressed in regal attire from head to toe. And in the carriage, dressed in shimmering all-white attire, is Hyunjin, a dazzling smile gracing his features.

As the carriage comes to a stop before you, your daughter's face lights up with sheer delight. "I get to have my own carriage!" she exclaims, her voice filled with joy.

Hyunjin chuckles warmly, stepping down from the carriage and sweeping your daughter into his arms. "Of course, my dear," he says, his tone tender. "Why bring Cinderella when you are already a princess? My favorite princess, at that."

Your daughter beams at the compliment, her cheeks flushing with happiness. "And every princess needs her prince, right?" she says, her eyes shining with adoration.

But the surprises don't end there. Coming out of the the carriage is Chan, dressed in an elaborate costume that can only be described as the Fairy Godmother.

Chan, with an exasperated sigh, straightens his posture and adopts a stern expression. He clears his throat.

"Hello, I am Chanita, your Fairy Godmother," he announces in a deadpan tone, clearly not thrilled about his role. You watch as Minho snickers in amusement.

But before he can continue, Hyunjin elbows him so hard that Chan's tone changes abruptly, now filled with excitement. "And I'm here to grant all your birthday wishes!" he exclaims, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

As Chan waves his wand theatrically, a burst of glitter fills the air, and your daughter's laughter fills the space around you. "Fairy Godmother!" she cries with glee, running towards Chan.

Your daughter giggles with delight as Chan scoops her up in his arms, placing her gently inside the carriage. She squeals with excitement as he lifts her, her laughter echoing through the air as she settles into the plush seat.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin descends from the carriage and comes to your side, a grin playing on his lips.

"How did this happen?" you ask incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief.

Hyunjin chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I may have called in a few favors," he admits, his tone teasing. "You know, just to make our little princess's birthday extra special."

You raise an eyebrow, unable to resist pressing for more details. "And how on earth did you convince Chan to be the Fairy Godmother?" you inquire, still trying to wrap your head around the unexpected turn of events.

A grin spreads across Hyunjin's face as he leans in to whisper in your ear. "Well, let's just say Changbin wasn't available, and Chan and Minho both lost a bet and owed me a favor," he confesses, his voice laced with amusement.

As your daughter's joyful laughter fills the air, she calls out to Hyunjin, her voice echoing with excitement. "Daddy, come ride with me!" she exclaims, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Hyunjin's eyes sparkle with amusement as he glances at you, a silent question in his gaze. With a nod and a smile, you encourage him to indulge your daughter's request.

As Hyunjin climbs into the carriage, he keeps his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with so much love it's palpable. A smile blooms on your lips, and the warmth in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed by your daughter.

"You really love mommy, don't you?" she observes, her voice filled with curiosity.

Hyunjin's smile widens as he turns his attention to his daughter, his heart overflowing with affection. "Yes, sweetheart," he confirms, his voice tender. "Your mommy is my favorite princess."

Your daughter's eyes light up with understanding, and she snuggles closer to him, her small hand finding his. "That's why you're always going to be my favorite prince."

"Why?" Hyunjin asks, his gaze softening with affection as he looks at his daughter, waiting for her answer.

"Because you love mommy more than anyone else," she continues, her gaze unwavering. "And I want to be just like you, loving someone so much it makes magic happen."

Hyunjin's heart swells with pride as he listens to his daughter's heartfelt words. "That's right," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "Your mommy is the most special person in the world to me."

He intertwines his fingers with hers, holding her hand gently as he speaks. "And you, my dear, are the most precious princess," he continues, his eyes shimmering with love.

With a shared smile, they set off on their enchanting carriage ride, the gentle clip-clop of the horse's hooves accompanying their journey.

As the wind tousles their hair and the golden sunlight bathes them in its warm glow, Hyunjin leans in to whisper in her ear. "Happy birthday my sweet girl," he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand promises. "I love you."

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Vampire Math: How Many Bats Can Fit in Dracula?

We’ve all seen Dracula pull his epic "poof into bats" move. But let’s get real: how many bats would that actually take? Time to crunch the numbers, vampire-style!

The Data:

Dracula’s Stats: Bat Stats (folded):

Height: 1.93 m Size: 5 cm × 3 cm × 3 cm

Weight: 90 kg. Weight: 30 grams

I don't know Dracula's exact height or weight. But I found this exact information somewhere on the internet. I apologize if it's incorrect

Part 1: Volume Calculation

1. Dracula’s Volume = Weight / Density

V= 90kg/1000kg/m³ =0.09m³

2. One Bat’s Volume = Length × Width × Height

Vbat = 0,05×0,03×0,03 = 0.000045m³

3. Number of Bats = Dracula’s Volume / Bat’s Volume

0,09/0.000045 = 2000 bats

Verdict: Dracula turns into 2,000 bats, enough to have a hell of a flash mob in your living room.

P.S. Density is the bridge between “how heavy” and “how much space”. If Dracula were made of air, he’d fill a whole room. If he were gold? He’d fit in a backpack. But since he’s human-like (and humans ≈ water), we use water’s density (1000 kg/m³). It makes calculations easier and doesn't make physicists cry

Part 2: Weight Calculation

If Dracula’s weight stays the same (90 kg), bats gotta add up!

Number of Bats = Dracula’s Weight / Bat’s Weight

90kg/0,03kg = 3000 bats

Oops! 3000 bats would need 3000×0.000045=0.135m³ — 1.5x Dracula’s volume!

Verdict: Dracula would have to break the laws of physics to hold so many mice. Or... they have to be super dense.

Part 3: How do you combine volume and weight?

To match both weight and volume, bats need Dracula’s density (1000 kg/m³).

1. Bat’s Volume = Bat’s Weight / Density

Vmagic bat = 0,03/1000 = 0.00003m³

2. Number of Bats = Dracula’s Volume / Bat’s Volume

0,09/0.00003 = 3000 bats

Verdict: If the bats are 5cm x 2cm x 3cm in size, they will fill both volume and weight perfectly. But these mice will look like mini bricks - not great for vampire transformation.

Final Showdown

According to science: Dracula can become 2,000 mice, but their weight will only be 60 kg (where did the other 30 kg go? Maybe it's a raincoat?)

Magically, 3,000 brick mice that will keep weight but raise questions among physicists

Moral of the Story: Vampires better not turn into mice in front of witnesses, or they'll have to explain where a third of their mass has gone

[redd956]

Chronic (Chpt. 1)

Content: Whump, Angst, Hero vs Villain, Magic, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Villain Whumpee, Hero Whumper, Unnamed to Named Characters, Medical Whump

CWs: Restrained, Needles, Blood, Begging

Chapter 2: [x]

Chapter 3: [x]

Word Count: 2932

Breach of Privacy

Thunderous clouds cast the fields and wild reeds into deep shadows. The anticipatory winds brushed against the dry foliage alike, starting to bow the corn stalks, the rattling brush scratching-singing, and the brown mice darting across yellowed yards.

In the middle of the empty countryside, placed between forests and pastureland, a simply two-story house sat. Chickens were bobbing about for grass bugs. The old livestock guardian lumbered along the perimeter. Villain pulled in, finally home.

He walked into his house with a fatigued sigh, and dropped his gear not even a foot from the front door. His usually neat hair had been untidied by combat. Thick slashes were drawn into his crumpling armor. There was a building limp in his gait, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how next time will be different.

No more superhero, no more needless tasks from supervillain, no more clashes with hero and company.

Before the rainy downpour begun, he changed out his armor, hung up his staff, and found himself corralling the ducks and chickens into their coops. The barn cats yawned from their resting spots, slinking into the barn or house. White fur was rubbed into the dark jeans of Villain’s pants by the Great Pyrenees. Its curled tail wagged behind it. These simple things made it all worth it.

Just a few more missions. A few more, and they’ll leave me alone. I can live my life again. I can live my life free again.

With everything covered up and locked away for the storm, he hobbled inside with the dog at his heels, just as the rain started to appear in dark spots against the ground. His steps slowed as he approached the couch, and a heavy huff of air left his lungs. 

Airiness, near-blinding airiness forced his vision askew. It was in behind his brows, filling up his sinuses, squeezing and pulsing inside his entire face. Energy seemed to seep out of his pores.

There was a flicker of bioluminescence in his eyes, and it died alongside whatever carried his posture. He let out a strangled gasp, feeling his knees buckle and inner balance go flying. Next thing he understood the dog was licking the dark blond hairs of his head trying to nurse a reaction out of him.

“No.” He grumbled, “Tank, stop.”

Villain hissed, trying to push off the floor. His arms shook, even more as he started to lift, only for one hand to slip out. He found his chest hitting the carpet, again and again. The pain inside his face continued to radiate, spreading down his neck.

He wasn’t done trying yet. Taking a moment to lay flat he breathed heavily, hoping to regain just enough for this next attempt. He adjusted his knees to a point underneath his abdomen, then tried to lift with his legs. A full body shudder and finally he lost all sense of breath, gasping shallowly.

 At least the facial pain somewhat dulled each time he gave up, and it was officially total giving up time. His whole body softened. Suddenly untensed shoulders allowed his arms to splay out. Swollen knees kept his legs from completely straightening, but Villain no longer cared, taking comfort in the relief that was no longer trying to move.

“I’m fine-” Villain murmured between huffs, “I’m fine Tank.”

Somehow this was accepting to the livestock guardian. The dog stretched back and forth, before laying down next to his owner. Admittingly the warmth was nice, loose shedding white pyrenees fur spreading off of Tank and onto Villain’s black turtleneck. He would now be infected with dog hair for weeks.

From the ground it was impossible to tell how long he spent there. Villain was sure at some point his heavy eyelids closed, and a snore whistled out of his nose. Each time his gaze enlightened drowsily with life, he was met with a swirling world and the sensation of deep pressure...

Pressure where his face touched the floor. Pressure where his shoulder joints came together. Pressure where his knees dared to bend. Pressure that came in a hundred other terrible sensations.

He watched as the magic coursing through his veins of his forearm dwindled, leaving him in a world where storms hurt and Villain never had any energy to begin with.

He rolled over onto his back. Testing if he conjured up enough stable spoons, he pulled up on the couch and managed shakily to his knees. He seized the moment to finally sit comfortably. Blinks of lightning brightened the dimly lit indoors of his house. Rain battered like pebbles on the windows. Howling winds were overwhelmed by glass-shaking levels of thunder.

“You big baby.” Villain smirked as Tank put all one-hundred and ten pounds of dog over his legs. The animal’s dark eyes gave a shocked inquisitive look at the blaring sound of heavy storms.

No matter how Villain shuffled in place there was no proper position to relieve his aching back. He checked for movement of light behind his skin as he ran his hand across Tank. Nothing. If only his magic lasted longer. If only it removed discomfort longer, lasted for more than just fights with hero. Hero.

He pulled up the bottom of his turtleneck to see the damage. Large red splotches coated his side. They will be purple tomorrow definitely. It all stung to touch.

He pressed his clothing back over it, leaned into the couch cushions, and shut his eyes for some rest that included useless staring at the back of his eyelids. In a rare instance though he dozed off into a weighty sleep.

In such a snoring stir he failed to notice the muddy shoes leaving damp foot prints in the carpet. His ears fell deaf on Tank’s light growls. He didn’t notice even the cupboards being sorted through, or a dog treat being wrestled out of a box.

“You have one terrible guard dog.”, That’s what it took.

Villain straightened up in panic, nearly hissing when he realized who stood before him. The nervousness in his face wasn’t completely covered up by the glare he served. Few people had ever successfully tracked him back to his house, and this was the last person he wanted to be here. Hero didn’t seem to happy about it either.

Hero’s lips were pursed in a pout, and Tank carelessly stood at his side, likely hoping for another dry biscuit. He still wore his gear. It was decorated in fine slashes and various sizes of dents. The cuts went down past the armor’s point of protection, revealing sliced open skin and torn clothing. Worst of all was the thick slathering of mud that painted the soles of his shoes.

He criticized, luring Tank in to the bathroom, and closing the door behind the oblivious animal, “This is the last kinda place I’d think you’d live in.”

“Can’t a guy live in peace?” Villain’s voice quivered.

Hero cruised around the couch, getting a feel for Villain’s livingroom. He accused, “Feeling vulnerable… Al?”, savoring every little twitch in expression that crossed Villain.

“You’ve got the wrong name.” He tried to lie, forcing a confident smirk, but wincing as Hero started to pull random books off the shelves. The man skimmed through the front and back covers before chucking the first to the floor. 

“Do I?” Hero barely gave him a glance up from his next book-victim, “Or do you prefer how it is on your birth certificate, Aldrich?”

Oh yeah. That was much worse than Al. Villain found the couch more uncomfortable than ever now. He started to crane his head and search about for any of Hero’s little buddies, or worse Hero’s boss. All he caught was a flash of lightning breaking through the storm clouds.

He guessed figuring out his address wouldn’t be that hard of a tasks. It required some superhuman stalking sure, but someone annoying was bound to find it out eventually. His name though? What else does Hero suddenly know.

Play it dumb Al. Play dumb.

“So what?” Al pretended to relax, folding his arms tight. “You found out where I live, and now you think you know everything about me?”

“Yep”, Hero got bored of the books, stepping over them to go through the kitchen. He kept shifting his eyes onto Al. In that stare was a shred of doubt. A question wondering if villain was putting on an acting show.

On his way over he playfully kicked the kitchen trashcan. Many alcohol bottles inside clinked and rattled together. Giving all the glass a slight glimpse, Hero continued, “And I’m learning more than I’d like to while I’m here.”

“What do you want then? To be beaten again by me? I didn’t know you enjoyed my presence this much.” His bluff game needed work.

Mainly there was a growing weakness in his vocal power. Exhaustion still weighed down every limb. Despite how much he wanted to already, if he were to get up and try to forcibly remove hero his home, he were more likely to end up on his own carpet burned face.

“C’mon now. We’re on first name basis. Good ol’ Al and Dex.” Dexter opened a cat-shaped cookie jar, dipping his face down to smell the sugary contents.

He technically wasn’t lying. Al had long since known his name. That’s how you meet heroes nowadays. They bear the sort of arrogance where names don’t need to hide, and teams are easily recounted by photographs of their smiling faces. 

After wolfing down a fistful of cookie, Dexter cut the shit. He raised his forearm over the counter, a little bit of blood dripping onto the marble.

A gnarly set of u-shaped indents were bitten into his dark skin. If it wasn’t for the size one would think that a vicious animal tore at his arm, with shredding the skin into sharp and deep formations. It’s surprising such a bite didn’t break bone. Bioluminescent liquid leaked alongside crimson blood, a neon glowy yellow that was still hot with energy.

He explained in all seriousness, “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

A twisted grin helplessly overtook Al’s face. He had forgotten about that. A bite of instability would be a life changing irreversible injury to the average person, but to the already infected it dared to worsen the dangerous condition the two of them shared, condemning them to a life of steadfast insanity and out of control of power.

Dexter was one of those “lucky ones”. As a defender and commander he had long since sold himself to Entomology Corporation. In return he gained the privileges of stability meds, and equipment that could make all his infected woes a simple quick-fix.

It didn’t matter how much medical equipment such a corporate entity possessed, only the antivenom of the infected creature could fix a bite of instability.

“I nearly forgot.”, Looking back to the stormy landscape, Al uncomfortably shifted in place, almost regretting biting Dexter.

He still savored that metallic iron taste of blood against his teeth. Instinctively he licked the sharp edges of his fangs. The small pinch of pain was oddly pleasant, dipping into his tongue. He knew what comes next would not be the same.

“You bit me.” The hero sounded like a complaining child on the playground, abandoning the kitchen, slipping the rucksack off his shoulders.

Dexter snatched Al’s face, positioning it to look at him. Al only smiled. He lectured, “You should think twice next time then when you put your arms so close to a rogue’s mouth. I mean you were asking to be bit-”

His hand slipped from Al’s face, clutching suddenly against the infected’s throat, pushing the back of his head to the couch fully. The clasp welled up a choking cough that was near smothered out by the on and off tightening of his esophagus. Dexter lowered to Al’s eye level, watching the inhumanely yellow eyes sparkle with uncontrollable tears. 

Fixing his words between strained twinges of speech, Al spouted, “Alright, I’m not going to fight you over this.”

“You want me to believe that?”, Dexter’s eyes narrowed. He slowly drew his hand away.

“Y-Yes?!” Al scooted as far as he could on the couch without giving Dexter the idea that he was going to try to avoid this.

He started rubbing at his neck, darting an annoyed glare. As much as he wanted to spring from his sitting and maybe even run into his own local woods, he knew that would only make the inevitable worse. Already he could imagine Dexter chasing after him in the mud slathered dark of the night, pouncing with extractor in hand.

A full body sigh released from Al as he resigned in mind too. Dexter nodded as if he “showed him”, pulling out the extractor and all its equipment from the bag.

It had been a long while since Al had seen one. Admittingly it looked gnarlier than he remembered, although still a small handheld device.

Dexter prepared a needle on it, and strung a thin tube from the grip’s bottom to a special glass casing connected to the motor. Next, he made sure all other wires between the two pieces were together. Last thing either needed was for this to go wrong.

“Have you ever used that thing before?” Uncomfortably squirming already, Al made a disgruntled face watching the supposed hero look too experienced in the technology. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He pressed, flashing a smile. His teeth were always bright compared to his dark skin. Upon seeing a glimpse of utter terror behind Al’s worried watch, He reassured, “All workers of the people are trained in this kind of thing. Afraid of needles?”

“No I-” Al gulped as Dexter raised the tool, “You do know how this goes right?”

“Give me your arm.”

The hero was confused at first when Al went onto his back, extending one arm out. There was no getting any eye contact out of him now. Al’s eyes shifted in anticipation, settling on the textured ridges of the couch.

Dexter rolled up Al’s sleeve for him and got a good steady hold of his arm against the cushions. The device at first made a soft droning noise.

Al turned his head as the needle pierced into his skin, gritting his teeth and hissing. Once the point reached the vein, the extractor was tied tightly to the arm.

“Well… Here goes nothing.” Dexter dipped down and flipped the switch.

Although he had done with this countless time in practice, and heard rumor of the pain that the extractor brings, Dexter wasn’t ready for how Al started to silently writhe instantly.

The villain completely tensed up, his legs shuffling and then kicking against the couch. His chest hitched as his calm demeanor was replaced with sharp inhales, and the shallow breaths. The breathing, it hurt even more.

His arm became detailed with the brightened lines of his veins, the yellow of magic flittering inside. The syringe of the extractor quickly filled with liquified essence.

Al started to hyperventilate through whines as it reached capacity, trailing down the plastic tube, continuing to pull the infected energy straight from his arm. He couldn’t help but try to free himself from Dexter’s grasp.

Unable to move his one arm, he grabbed at Dexter’s shirt and armor instead, balling up a fistful of cloth, his nails scratching at the man.

Al begged, “Dex…please”.

Dexter moved off the floor, sitting himself on top of the infected, right below the chest. His weight held Al down.

Each movement the villain attempted to budge Dexter felt weaker than the usual force they shared towards one another, as if there was never any strength to put into this in the beginning. The glass case wasn’t even at halfway yet.

“We’re almost there.” He lied, restraining Al’s other arm, pushing it down.

“I cant… No more please…” Dexter frowned, trying to ignore it. He had never seen his opposite like this. The villain’s tired eyes were squinted in strain, eventually his vocal ability pittering out, the words becoming slurred nonsense, “Dex…”

“Just a little bit more. I promise.”

The bioluminescent essence of the infected slowed, entering the container. Eventually all that remained to wait for was a tiny droplets. As the device was shutting down on its own, detecting the needed amount, Al’s body relaxed and his arms fell limp.

His breathing was raspy and winded. No matter how hard he tried it didn’t feel like satisfactory enough air. Dexter did his gentle-bestest sliding off of the couch, and releasing his grip.

Ringing throughout Al’s body, the pain started to subside turning into a great vacant tingling, deep within his skin. His comprehension of where he was dulled into fractured ideas of a thought. There wasn’t any motivation to stay awake neither asleep. Not an emotion stirred on him any more, and his facial expression sold it becoming an eerie neutral stare. He felt that familiar true empty.

Dexter accidentally grazed the back of his hand to Al’s face,  feeling how sickly hot his temperature radiated. He stood in horrified awe as Al closed his eyes and forgot how to be conscious. The light of his magic in the bulging veins of his neck and arms died. For a moment Dexter was almost too scared to leave the couch’s side. 

He didn’t have a choice though, he needed the antivenom.

“I… I promise I’ll be right back.” The device was now heavier with magical essence, sloshing as Dexter scurried away, releasing Tank and bounding out the door.

[litsnobconfessions]

A Year of Animation Day 109-110: Rise of the Guardians

Date: April 19-20, 2025

Day: 109-110

Content Watched: Rise of the Guardians

Year: 2012

Rating: PG

Run Time: 1 hour 38 minutes

Just as there was an obvious animated film for Pesach, there was an obvious animatred film for Easter. And if you're thinking, wait, aren't you Jewish? Why are you watching an Easter film? The answers are, respectively:

1. Yes, I am Jewish. I had to look up Easter on the calendar ahead of time, and I still almost missed it.

2. Because I love this movie.

3. Because most people don't believe me when I say it's an Easter film but it is. (seriously, watch the argument between Bunny and North 8 minutes in)

Ready? Let's get into it.

What I really love about this movie is less about animation and more about general character design. Santa Claus has tattoos. The elves are useless and the toys are all built by yetis, who have their own language that only North knows. The Easter Bunny is a six-foot-plus Australian rabbit that arms himself with a boomerang and travels via magical tunnels, but still loves cutesy stuff. The Tooth Fairy is a tooth-obsessed hummingbird with an entire company of hummingbirds (and mice!) helping her. And the Sandman, duel-wielding whips of dream sand, is possibly the most badass of them all. 

Essentially, these are all very familiar characters, and they're all presented in atypical ways. As a result, these probably remain my favorite version of these characters. Even Jack is a little unusual. How many winter spirits have you seen running around barefoot? I briefly looked up the book series the film is based on, and if what I saw was the original cover art, it looks like everybody except Bunny is drawn to resemble Joyce's origincal characters (also, I was so excited to see that William Joyce is the author. I've had Santa Calls since I was a kid, and it's a beautiful book.)

But I think the most brilliant chataracter design might be Pitch. That's right, the Boogeyman. Because he's basically rendered in greyscale. In contrast, all of the Guardians are in very bright, saturated colors--North in red, Tooth in blue-green, and Sandy in yellow. Okay, Bunny is not, himself, in bright colors, but everything out of the warren is. Jack, in contrast, sits somewhere in between the two. His blue hoodie definitely separates him visually from Pitch, but the color is much more muted than the other Guardians, which begs the question: if they had made a sequel, would Jack have gotten a costume change?

I will say, however, that despite a lot of nice animation in this movie, Jamie's little sister, Sophie? Looks like a nightmare to me. I don't know what it is about her character model, but I'm pretty sure that child is actually a changeling.

My favorite animation is the dream sand. I just think it's really pretty. I mean, the frostwork is too, but somehow the dreams one-up it for me. It's probably the color contrast. Also the angles on things like dinosaurs and giant mantarays swimming through the sky.

My favorite scene is where they're collecting teeth. I don't know why. I guess I just like the idea of Santa, Jack Frost, the Sandman, and the Easter Bunny collecting teeth (and standing in line for quarters.) Again, it's not the typical presentation of these characters, so it really stands out in my head.

But that's what I like about the movie. It's not just the animation, it's got some nice character moments in it too. I particularly love how they build up to Jack being the Guardian of Fun. We see it at the beginning, with how he interacts with the kids on the snow day--even inspiring Cupcake to have fun when he hits her with a snowball, and I'm pretty sure there's a point before he figures it out that Pitch says something about people having fun. But I never felt like the hit the audience over the head with it either.

As stories about the importance of believing and fighting Anthropomorphic Personifications and attacking tooth fairies go, I still think Hogfather beats this movie out. But fortunately, since Hogfather is a Christmas movie and this takes place at Easter (did you watch it? Did you watch the scene?) there's plenty of room for both.

Tomorrow... something shorter...

[lawsofchaos1]

SH Prompt: Tiny cat!Alec is a mother hen

For @machsmile, who requested 'proud' for my wip challenge and got ... nothing. Please accept this old prompt-let instead. (This can be in the same universe as the last bit in my fic, The Ides of March Are Upon Us, on ao3.)

For [plot reasons!] Alec is turned into a tiny black cat by a bit of stray magic, but it's all fine because the magic will wear off by itself in a day or two. 

Alec is still Alec, but he is also Alec filtered through the brain of a cat. Meaning, Alec still utterly adores Magnus, but is temporarily expressing that love by twining tight little figure-eights around his ankles, rubbing his cheek against every bit of Magnus he can reach, and purring like a tiny little train every time Magnus' magical fingers gently scritch in that one perfect spot between his ears. 

As diminutive as he currently is, Alec's loud hissing at an irritating werewolf client proves his protective tendencies haven't diminished a single bit either.

Baring needle-sharp fangs, Alec yowls and pounces, leaving a bleeding stripe across the back of the hand that had come too close to Magnus for Alec's liking. Amused and secretly touched (he'd been about to shove the recalcitrant idiot through a portal if he hadn't left immediately anyways), Magnus watches as Alec sits primly at his feet, wrapping his tail around his paws and fastidiously grooming the blood from his claws. Magnus hadn't previously been aware a cat's face could convey precisely that level of smug satisfaction.

As a cat, Alec apparently also feels no need to constrain himself from his desire to be a gigantic mother hen. Mice are dropped off in front of Magnus with a proud little 'meow' whenever he hasn't eaten in what Alec deems an inappropriately long amount of time. 

Magnus gulps as Alec looks up at him plaintively and prods the mouse closer with a dainty paw. "Why.... thank you, darling," he eventually manages. "How- how appetizing."

Magnus doesn't forget lunch the next day. Or any of the days after.

Magnus forgoes removing his hair gel one night and wakes up the next day to find himself laying on his stomach, Alec curled up between his shoulder blades, grooming him.

Magnus is momentarily startled, but the feel of Alec's rough tongue gently sweeping through the tangle of hair on the back of his neck is warm and soothing and repetitive, and Magnus can feel the steady beat of Alec's heart against the nape of his neck, pressed together as close as they are.

Magnus thinks it should feel more odd, but it doesn't. It feels like love and warmth and home, and Magnus stays in bed for far longer than he should to enjoy the simple act of Alec caring for him.

[sorainhere]

Theory Time about Malleus and Malefica.

Has anyone ever heard of The Malleus Maleficarum?

It might sound familiar based on the name (which I'm going to get into) or from some TV show.

That is a real book released around the 15th century about the persecution and torture of what they believed to be "witches"

The name directly translates into Hammer of Witches with Malleus in Latin being hammer and Maleficarum being Witches.

Which is what I'm going to get into!

When I heard the name I immediately thought about Malleus and Malefica.

I was going to include Maleficent but while similar spelling it's not as close to the word as Malefica.

But anyways-

I was thinking about the fae wars and how within the human realm faes are not well liked.

The fae wars were wars of greed by humans invading their lands and plundering resources.

During this time Malefica was queen . Her son in law was just killed and her daughter was with child.

Her daughter soon died and had a son named Malleus .

Now straight to the point of this now.

I think the names come from the suffering of the fae due to their oddness and odd resourcefulness in times of need scaring people along with greed .

Witches were clean people who had cats to eat mice who were infected with disease which lead to many major superstitions because if many people died from a disease they didn't. Similar to the fae who are naturally talented at magic and tend to live for long periods of time.

Also the fact that the book describes witches to be odd looking worn warts and typical witchy stuff we know of now today. Similar to the fae as they look similar to humans they have certain features that make them unique.

And finally the witch hunts came from greed as well. Many properties of accused witches were taken by the accusers for economic gain. Similar to how the humans stole the fae resources.

I think Malleus and Malefica as the last survivors from the wars were given those names as a way to represent human greed by the creators.

Because if you truly think about it their is a lot of similarities between the witch hunts and the war between human and fae.

The Malleus Maleficarum is a text judging people and killing them which is what the humans did to the fae.

The name is a sweet irony. It probably makes no sense to you guys but let me ramble.

I think the similarities between the witch hunts and the fae human war are interesting especially since the only two fae royal survivors have names similar to the book which was used to condem witchcraft

[steamtrain52]

No Ordinary Boy - Chapter Seven

  The day after the séance, per Natalie’s suggestion, she and Travis began taking it in turns to accompany Tommy into the woods. As a result, their sex life resumed with an almost uncharacteristic ferocity, Tommy’s only condition being that he and Natalie could only do it once they had successfully brought something down. 

  Unfortunately, the animals had clearly figured out by now that the woods were becoming dangerous for them, and as they progressed through to the end of their second month in the wilderness, the game gradually started becoming harder and harder to find, and the rationing began again. The cattails were still appearing at a steady rate, but the trips to dig them up from the lake’s shore grew longer and longer, as the Yellowjackets ate their way through them. 

  Fortunately, Tommy was able to find some asparagus, and stinging nettles, but there was only so much they could do with them. It simply wasn’t enough to properly feed their group of twenty. 

  Trying to recall his father’s teachings, Tommy began laying down snares all around the cabin, in the hopes of maybe catching rabbits, or even a turkey. One day, he and Travis returned from a fruitless, eight-hour hunt to find that three mice had been caught up in the snares. The portions they served for dinner that night would have made an ant cry.

  At Tommy’s recommendation, the girls started expanding their own searches for berries in the forest around them, but their searches proved fruitless as well. Tommy felt like there was a joke in there somewhere, but he was too tired and hungry to figure it out. 

  One day, about halfway through their third month in the woods, Tommy found himself sitting in the cabin of the plane with Natalie, both sweating like pigs after four hours of hunting in the hot summer sun. They hadn’t seen so much as a hint of an animal today- not even a bird had crossed their path. 

  “We’re about to run out of water”, he said, brandishing his almost-empty bottle at Natalie. “I say we head back to the lake, fill up again, then head south.”

  “We already tried south today. Remember?” 

  “Oh, yeah.” Tommy’s brain felt like it was starting to fry. How could he have forgotten that? 

  Natalie crawled across the cabin, moving to straddle Tommy. “Let’s just… put everything aside, okay? Just for now”, she whispered, as her lips met Tommy’s in a soft, gentle kiss. In the last few weeks, the cabin had become their special little safe haven, and it wasn’t long before they were naked and writhing against each other. 

  As he thrust into her from behind, her body twisting under his, Tommy thought his girlfriend made for a glorious sight, but there was no question that Natalie was getting skinnier, as he reached beneath her, his fingers curling between her legs as her moans and gasps increased in volume. Finishing after she did, he quickly pulled out when it was time, releasing all over her beautiful back. 

000000000000000000000000

  Jesus, Natalie thought, as she lay naked and face-down on the cabin’s floor, Tommy carefully cleaning up the mess on her back before cuddling into her from behind. She twisted into him, her mouth finding his as her hand came up to caress his cheek. 

  “You… are really good with your fingers. You know that?”

  “I figured”, Tommy grinned. 

  “You should be a surgeon when you grow up.”

  Tommy’s grin got wider. “I already am… when it comes to you, that is.”

  “Jackass”, Natalie said, hitting Tommy’s chest, but she was laughing as he kissed her again. Their kisses steadily became bolder and heavier, and Natalie felt him growing hard again.

  Yes. Oh yes, please.

  “I don’t wanna go back yet. Do you?” 

  Tommy shook his head, as his magic fingers opened her up and made her squeal, before he spread her legs and took her again on the cabin floor. 

  Natalie didn’t take her eyes off of Tommy’s the entire time, except to kiss him when they were done. They still didn’t want to go back, so for a third and final round, Natalie straddled Tommy again and rode him into a very satisfying orgasm, moaning as his mouth closed around her nipples while she climaxed in the safety of his arms. 

  As they lay back down on the floor, gloriously entwined, Natalie felt almost like she was in a trance. How could she possible be this happy? They were out in the middle of nowhere, their families probably thought they were dead… and yet in that moment, there was nowhere else in the world that she would have rather been. 

  Eventually it really did become time to head back, and they held hands all the way to the cabin, where they received a welcome of catcalls and wolf whistles. 

  Trust them to ruin it, Natalie thought, her good mood darkening. 

  “Natalie and Tommy sittin’ in a tree”, Laura Lee sang. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G”. 

  You’d run straight to your Bible if you knew half of what we were doing. 

  “I think they were doing a bit more than kissing”, Lottie teased. 

  “Hey, Nat”, Mari called out, “what exactly are you and Golden Boy hunting for out there, anyway?”

  “I hear it’s beaver season”, Van chimed in. 

  “Sit and spin, assholes”, Natalie replied, giving them the finger. She couldn’t believe that Travis’s nickname for Tommy had apparently taken off, but the girls needed something funny to focus on, she supposed. 

  “Is this why we don’t have any food? ‘Cause you’ve been too busy running for mayor of pound town?”

  Natalie groaned. Jackie. Fucking Jackie again. She had become, if it was possible, even more unbearable over time.

  In the last month or so, Tommy and Coach Scott had started teaching the other girls some of their hunting skills, like how to set snares, or prepare the game meat for meals. Even Shauna, who normally stuck to Jackie like glue, seemed grateful to learn what the Scotts had to teach, but Jackie had remained her stubborn, bitter self. 

  “Lay off, Jackie”, Tommy snapped. “We tried to find food. We try every day. Sometimes there just isn’t any game to be found. Ask my brother, he’ll tell you the same.”

  “Yeah”, Natalie backed up her boyfriend. “It’s not our fault, Jackie. Go fuck yourself.”

  Jackie didn’t take the hint, and stepped off the cabin porch towards her. “I guess we shouldn’t be surprised. Nat’s always down for a good time, right?”

  “What did you just say?”

  Natalie laid a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, and stepped forward. His anger on her behalf was worth a lot to her, but she could handle this. 

  “I can’t magically conjure a deer, Jackie. But keep talking shit, I’ll find something to shoot.” 

  “Oh, wow. Oh, you’re so tough.” They were within spitting distance of each other now.

  “I’m not scared of you, burnout”, Jackie hissed.

  “No. You’re jealous. ‘Cause you’re an uptight, prudish little bitch!”

  Natalie knew she’d cut right through Jackie with that. The team captain was jealous of her. While she’d been moping around for more than two months now, Natalie had been hard at work, and thanks to the skills Tommy had taught her, she’d become the new star of the team. She was loving every moment of it, and she let it show on her face as Taissa separated her and Jackie. 

  “Hey! Knock it off,” Tai yelled at both of them, as Jackie walked back into the cabin, flipping Natalie off. But as Tommy drew next to her, Natalie couldn’t help one last retort.

  “We all know Jeff would’ve been useless here!” She called out. Neither her nor Tommy were overly fond of Jackie’s boyfriend, and it felt good to get it out in the open. Jeff Sadecki’s only real skill in life was throwing a football, and Natalie didn’t doubt he would have been as ineffective out here as Jackie was proving to be.  

  Then as Tommy kissed her, before heading into the cabin to put the rifle away, she was surprised to find Misty drawing up besides her. 

  “I know how you feel, Nat. I have a boyfriend too. But it’s a secret, so…” Misty pressed a finger to her lips, but Natalie was disgusted. 

  The day after the séance in the attic, Coach Scott had told Tommy, and Tommy had told Natalie, that Misty had been deliberately making him sick with the tea she was giving him, after which she had confessed having feelings for him. According to Coach Scott, Tommy had claimed, he had managed to talk Misty down, but Natalie wasn’t convinced. Misty seemed determined to seduce the twenty-four-year-old soccer coach no matter what.

  Natalie decided she would be keeping an eye on Misty in the future. Coach Scott might need it, for his own sake. 

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  The next day, they were forced to undergo a vegetables-only breakfast, after which Tommy and Travis prepared to head out. 

  “Tommy. Hey.”

  Tommy looked up from where he was gathering more rounds to find his brother hobbling toward him. 

  “Uh, you wanna grab a seat for a sec?” Ben pointed towards the couch. “Been wanting to talk to you.”

  Oh, my God. That’s Dad’s voice. He’s about to give me a dad lecture.

  Tommy sat down on the couch. 

  “Okay. Yeah, look… umm…” Ben hesitated. 

  “Look. Whatever is up between you and Natalie is your business, but…”

  Now Ben’s face hardened. “Tommy, the last fucking thing we need out here right now is a baby to take care of. Not to mention the risk to Natalie.” 

  Tommy winced. He should have known this was coming. He and Natalie were burning through their mutual, rather meager supply of condoms… when they chose to use them. 

  “Look, the pull-out method”, Ben continued, “it sucks. There’s only a 78 percent chance of success.”

  “There is?”

  “Yeah. If 22 percent of your players couldn’t make it onto the field, would you really want to play that game?”

  “I guess not.”

  When it became obvious their supply of condoms wouldn’t last much longer, Natalie had reassured Tommy that she didn’t have a problem with the pull-out method, but maybe she hadn’t known the odds of her getting pregnant either. 

  It made for a nice dream, having a baby with Natalie, but the reality would be much more terrifying, Tommy knew, especially for his girlfriend. 

  Then Ben surprised Tommy by pulling a handful of condoms out from his pocket, and giving them to him. 

  “Uh… weren’t we only gonna be in Seattle for, like, a week? What were you planning on-”

  “Yeah, you know what, Tommy? That’s really not your business”, Ben glowered at him.

  “Well”, Tommy said, using the annoying-little-brother tone he knew Ben hated. “I think you kind of just made it my business-”

  “Jesus Christ, man. Just take them. And please be sure to use them.” 

  Tommy grinned, as he took the condoms. They should last him… well, maybe a week, if they really stretched it out. 

  Anyway, back to hunting. Van’s comment yesterday had gotten Tommy thinking that maybe they should try beaver hunting today. The concept seemed easy enough- all they had to do was look for a portion of the lake that had been dammed up. Tommy knew that beavers usually preferred ponds to lakes, but things were starting to get desperate. 

  “Hey, Tommy!” 

  He turned to look at Taissa. “Can we talk?” She asked.

  “Uh… okay.”

  “Great.”

  Taissa led him away from the others, and started to explain herself.

  “Look, I know we don’t know where we are, but we do know we’re not on an island, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, I was thinking…” Taissa clasped her hands. “I wanna go south… and keep going until we hit civilisation.” 

  “You wanna do what?!” Tommy almost screamed. “No. No. I’m sorry, Taissa, but that is far too dangerous. We have no idea what’s waiting for us in the woods.”

  Taissa blinked. “You’re out there every day.”

  “Every day, yes. Night is an entirely different story. I would never spend the night out there. That’s when the wolves go hunting.” 

  Though he had yet to see a wolf yet, Tommy had seen wolf tracks more than once on his many trips into the wilderness. But that wasn’t all. Travis and he had found bear tracks on one of their trips the previous week, and had headed as fast as they could in the opposite direction. 

  They might be running out of food, but Tommy was not going bear hunting. Or wolf hunting either, for that matter. The idea that he could bring down one of nature’s apex predators without being torn apart was laughable, or it would be if the outcome wasn’t all but guaranteed to be tragic. 

  “I’m sorry, Taissa, but no. Fuck no. I know things aren’t exactly going great for us right now, but… this place is most likely the safest around for dozens, if not hundreds of miles.” 

  Taissa looked crestfallen, so Tommy left her alone to meet Travis on the path. He felt bad about shooting down Taissa’s idea, but it was better than letting it go ahead. 

  He didn’t want to think about what might happen if she led the Yellowjackets to their deaths. 

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  “Mmm”, Natalie moaned as she made out with Tommy in the plane's cabin, letting her shirt drop to the floor. Tommy pressed his lips to her cheek, slowly moving down from her chin to her neck. Natalie felt warm all the way down to the tips of her toes.

  My God. For someone who’d been a virgin when they’d first gotten together, Tommy was truly amazing in bed. Or he would be, if…

  Natalie started to giggle. They didn’t even have a bed, for sex or anything else, and somehow it seemed funny to think about.

  “What?” Tommy asked, frowning. Natalie covered her mouth. 

  “I’m sorry. It’s nothing… it’s nothing. Keep going.”

  They kept kissing, and as Natalie reached forward to undo Tommy’s pants, she was surprised to see a condom drop onto the floor. 

  A Trojan. Natalie stared. Neither of them had brought Trojan condoms with them. 

  “Where did you get that?”

  “Ben gave it to me”, Tommy said. He was starting to turn red, and Natalie repressed a smile. He was just so cute when he got embarrassed-

  “He told me that the pull-out method only works 78 percent of the time.” 

  Natalie didn’t feel like smiling anymore. “He… wait, what?”

  She hadn’t known that, and she felt her fear setting in. Could she be pregnant? No, she’d had her period only a week ago. But they’d definitely had unprotected sex since then. Natalie felt like an idiot. She’d thought the pull-out method was foolproof…

  She found herself sitting down on the floor of the cabin, and Tommy was there, gazing at her with a concerned look on his face. Natalie didn’t meet his eyes. She was too busy staring at the cabin floor in shock. 

  “So, you didn’t know?” 

  Natalie shook her head. 

   “Alright… look”, Tommy said. “I can promise you, Natalie, that I want you every day. Every. Fucking. Day. But…” he hesitated. “Maybe we should take a break from it. Just… just for a little bit. Okay?” 

  Natalie nodded her head, mutely. She was still staring into space, and when Tommy slid an arm around her shoulders, folding her into his chest, she didn’t say anything. She listened to his heartbeat, and closed her eyes. For a long time now, she had wondered what it would be like for Tommy to finish inside her without a condom impeding their pleasure. Now… she was afraid. She couldn’t think of a better word to describe it.

  An image briefly flashed into her head, of a baby with her eyes and Tommy’s smile. It was a nice fantasy, but… Natalie grimaced. She did not want to fall pregnant out here. She certainly did not want to give birth out here either, in the woods, with no anaesthetic, and where the person actually delivering her baby would most likely be…

  No. NO. Not Misty. NEVER Misty. 

  In that moment, Natalie thought about distancing herself from Tommy, but quickly dismissed it. No matter what happened, she wanted him with her. The days when he went off into the woods without her were downright torturous, and she knew she would just end up miserable if she spent any more time away from him. 

  “Okay”, she mumbled. “We’ll take a break. We’ll have to use the condoms carefully-”

  Then the crack of a broken twig nearby interrupted her, and her eyes widened at the sight of a buck walking right in front of the cabin, as she moved quickly towards the rifle. 

  Luckily the buck went down almost immediately after she shot it, at which point Natalie noticed what looked like… an absolute nightmare on top of its head.

  “Tommy? Would you mind telling me what the ever-loving fuck we are looking at right now?” 

  “It’s alright”, Tommy said, gazing at the deer's blood-soaked prongs. “It’s just the velvet falling off the antlers. It’s a precursor to when a deer is about to shed the antlers themselves. It’s pretty common around August-” 

  Then he suddenly stopped, his mouth opening slightly.

  “What is it?”

  “I just realised”, Tommy said, and to Natalie’s surprise, he started to look upset. “We… I think we passed my birthday. August 10th. My eighteenth birthday.” 

  Oh, Tommy. My Tommy. Natalie enveloped him in her arms, pressing loving, gentle kisses all over his face. “It’s okay”, she whispered. “It’s okay, baby. I understand.” She wouldn’t have been happy, either. 

  Tommy should have celebrated his eighteenth birthday in Wiskayok with his family. Instead, he was stuck in the Canadian wilderness, with a girlfriend his parents didn’t even know was his. 

  In that moment, Natalie decided that if they ever were rescued, the first thing they would do together was celebrate Tommy's birthday. God knew he had earned it, after all he had done for the Yellowjackets. 

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  The buck was a thin one, with its ribs showing, but Tommy was in no mood to complain, as he and Natalie carried the deer on the pole between them back to the cabin. 

  “Oh, my God”, Van called out. “Meat! Fuck yeah!” 

  “Oh, thank you, Lord!”

  “Meat!” 

  “Finally!” 

  Then they saw the bloody antlers.

  “Whoa. That thing is gnarly”, Van said.

  “It’s like Freddy Krueger and Bambi had a baby”, Akilah chimed in. 

  “It’s fine, guys”, Tommy stressed, as they carried it to the table used for cleaning their kills. “It’s just the velvet falling off the antlers. Happens every year, it’s totally normal.”

  Placing the deer on the table, he quickly began to open up its stomach- and took a step back.

  Eurgh. The insides were covered with maggots. 

  Natalie stepped aside, looking like she was trying not to be sick.

  “It’s fine”, Tommy said. “As long as we cook and clean the meat properly, there’s no reason to worry-”

  But the others had seen their reactions, and Taissa came over to look.

  “Oh, my God”, she retched, as she spied the maggots.

  “It’s fine”, Tommy stressed. “As long as the meat is properly cooked-”

  “The deer has maggots in it!” Taissa called out, and the looks of happiness on the rest of the group turned to disgust. 

  “Oh, for God’s sake”, Tommy groaned, knowing he would have to repeat himself again. “Look, everyone, as long as we-”

  “WE CANNOT KEEP FUCKING DOING THIS, YOU GUYS!” Taissa suddenly screamed, making everybody jump. “What happens when winter gets here? We fucking starve to death, or freeze?!” 

  She turned back to Tommy, maybe expecting an answer, but he didn’t have one. He had never spent time in Canada during winter, of course, but if it was like anything back home… he winced. He really didn’t want to think about it, but he had no idea what the plan for survival would be when the snow started to fall.

  “See?” Taissa asked. “Even Tommy doesn’t know what to do.” 

  “Hey, come on”, Natalie called out. “That’s not fair. Tommy’s been busting his ass every day for us-” 

  “When he’s not busy nailing you.”

  “Watch your mouth!” Tommy snarled. He knew Taissa was upset, but she’d gone too far. 

  Taissa seemed to realise what she’d said, and took a breath.

  “We can’t count on getting rescued anymore. All of us know that is not gonna happen. We have to save us.” 

  She paused, and Tommy realised what she was about to say.

  NO. You fool, you’re gonna get yourself killed- 

  “That’s why I’m gonna go find help. I’m leaving in the morning. Come with me if you wanna get out of this fucking hellhole.” 

  Taissa stormed into the cabin. 

  Goddammit. Tommy bowed his head. There was no way on earth this was going to end well. 

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    Despite the maggots, the smell of deer cooking on a spit was enough to lure most of the Yellowjackets to dinner, Van included. 

  As she sat next to Tommy, chewing in silence, she thought about what Taissa had said.

  “She told me she was thinking about leaving yesterday”, Tommy said quietly. “I thought… I thought I’d talked her out of it.”

  “It’s not your fault”, Van said. “When Taissa gets an idea in her head… there’s not much anyone can do to stop her.”

  She thought back to before they’d left Wiskayok. “That’s why Allie isn’t here with us.”

  For the first time in quite a while, Van wondered what Allie was doing. Probably counting her lucky stars while basking in the glow of being the ‘sole survivor’ of the Yellowjackets Girls Soccer Team. 

  She would have been worse than Jackie out here. Van used that to quell the jealousy building inside of her at the prospect of Allie being at home, safe in her bed, instead of fighting desperately to survive out in the woods. 

  She turned towards Tommy. “Do you think Taissa has a chance at reaching civilisation? Like a real, honest-to-God chance?”

  Tommy looked at her, and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes. 

  “She’ll be lucky to make it through a single night, before the wolves tear her apart.”

  “Jesus, Tom. No need to sugarcoat it.” 

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RANKING TF2 SHIPS PART 1: SCOUT

Yeah i know I've done my shipping opinions before but I'm doing them again and this time by class order yaaay

Scoutcest

They would.

It would annoy everyone around them, and that would only serve to egg them both on further.

Batting Helmet

I'm not sure how healthy it would be, but consider: COMIC 4. 80% of it is just an extended Sollyscout comedy bit and it's great.

If they actually dated Scout would have to wear one of those dog neck cone things to protect his neck lmao.

There's something to be said about how Zhanna tried to get with Scout before giving up on him for Soldier. Polycule, anyone?

Flashfire

It's alright. Kind of nothingsauce imo.

Half the people on here who ship it ship it in a "we must protecc the 27 year old babies 🥺🥺 !!" way. Why.

Why doesn't Sniper ever get hit with this shit he's like only three years older than Scout.

Hopscotch

Holy shit yeah you know what I like this.

They would make eachother better. Demo would help Scout learn more empathy and selflessness and Scout would help Demo learn more positivity and self love. Ngl they could actually fix each other.

Mice n Men

Heavy can do better than Scout, methinks.

Could be cute tbh.

Texas Two Step

My brain has been so melted by the Engiedad Agenda I cannot properly conceive it in my mind. Sad!

Despite that, I like it more than sb. On principle alone.

Little Prick

URGH SO BORINGGGG

Medic is always sexed up and abusive and poor babey 19 for some reason year old Scout is a pantypissing twink oh noesss his INNOCENCE IS BEING TARNISHED!!

Also Emesis Blue ficwriters like it more than boots and bombs (ripppp) so that put me off.

Shout out to that one hypnovember oneshot I read that let Scout be the dom. Consider my brain chemistry REARRANGED

Speeding Bullet

Spyscout

Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he created.

I'm pretty sure I've weeded out the incest fans already, but if I haven't, PLEASE FUCK OFF!!

Hit and a Miss

Call me back if Scout ever becomes a cool lesbian lmao.

Saxtonscout

On the top ten of most comedically toxic ships in tf2, somewhere between Magic Missiles and Adminsniper. Phwoar.

Maybe Scout should marry him and then bonk him to death for the will money.

Fried Chicken Girl and Scout

Despite her existence, Scout still both ran fast and died a virgin. What happened.

Her head shapes like a turnip and he looks like a chinchilla they're perfect for eachother.

Merascout

Uh. I guess they both like tom jones?? Idkkk.

They'd get along platonically in small doses I guess.

If Scout hangs around too long he'd break something and BOOM SHAKALAKA!! SCREAM FORTRESS FORTY THREE BILLION!!

Adminscout

She'd be like I Have Toppled Countless Empires Over The Course Of My Life. Your Existence Is Merely A Blip To Me.

And he'd be like Can Yuo Put That Out On Me

And then Miss Pauling would kill him, the end.

Scoutjerma

Walmart Scoutcest. 10/10, no notes.

Scout x his Ball

He loves his ball (canon)