#Death of Abigail Kent

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World's Finest Comics #307 (1984) Ed Hannigan & Klaus Janson Cover, David Anthony Kraft & Bob Rozakis Writers, Trevor Von Eeden Artist, Death of Abigail Kent, 1st Appearances of Null & Swordfish

World's Finest Comics #307 (1984) Ed Hannigan & Klaus Janson Cover, David Anthony Kraft & Bob Rozakis Writers, Trevor Von Eeden Artist, Death of Abigail Kent, 1st Appearances of Null & Swordfish "Time and Time Again" X'ult rescues Barracuda and makes her his queen; Batman, Superman, Swordfish, Null, and Void get ready to fight them. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA https://rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Worlds%20Finest%20Comics.html#307  #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue

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I blame two of my hyperfixations for this post: Stardew valley mayor arcana list!

Here is the list:

The fool - the farmer

The magician - the wizard

The high priest - Emily

The empress - Leah

The emperor - Elliot

The hierophat - penny

The lovers - Krobus!!!

The chariot - Harvey

Strength - Alex

The hermit - Linus

Wheel of fortune - Haley

Justice - Caroline

The hangman - Shane

Death - Pam

Temperance - Kent

The Devil - Marnie

The Tower - Jodi

The Star - San

The moon - sebastian

The sun - Jaz

Judgment - Abigail

The world - Maru

I can’t draw but if any artist wanna try go ahead just tag me so I can see the results 😅

[trash-soup]

Weird and fun and slightly unhinged (and SPOILER FILLED) Stardew Valley headcanons i have:

My cows are transmasc (like Otis from Barnyard) so every time I (the player character) see them i say "Gentlemen" and give them a nod

Maru and I share notes on things we've built in the past few days every time we see each other

M. Rasmodius had two kids with two different women in town (which is why the witch divorced his ass): Abigail (duh) and WAIT FOR IT...Sebastian. We know nothing about Sebastian's father, but Seb himself is very attuned to nature and has the same slight smugness at the beginning as the Wizard. Do Seb and Abigail know they're related? No. Will they ever? Who knows. Do they feel a strong connection between them? Yes. Has it been confused for a crush and will it dissapate into a sibling-like relationship eventually? Absolutely.

Marnie knows she deserved better than Lewis. That's why she's been considering Marlon.

Gil (the monster slayer rewards guy) is Jodi and Harvey's dad.

Lewis siphons money from the town's taxes into various "town _____ funds", most of which he keeps for himself. (gold for a solid gold statue is expensive) the only reason he doesn't keep the agriculture fund is because I moved into the farm.

Evelyn and Grandpa had a long and storied romance before she met George. They were middle school sweethearts all the way through high school, but when they graduated, she left for a job in the city, and he stayed behind on the farm. He eventually met our grandmother, who he married, and when evelyn came back she was a bit saddened but she kept in touch with both of them. Soon after she met George, and that was that.

Pam and Clint are cousins

Gunther is actually running a small smuggling ring with his wife, the Travelling Cart woman (I call her Maureen). They smuggle artifacts and supplies over enemy lines.

"Our beloved Mona" in the cemetery is actually Jas and Shane's Mom, Marnie's Sister. Shane had a rough relationship with her, opting to go with his dad in the divorce, but when dad turned out to be an abusive ass, he came back to mom's. He and Mona got along a bit better and he even started thriving in school. She would make him homemade Jalapeno bacon pepper poppers as a reward for good grades, and threw him a pizza party when he made the Varsity gridball team. After he graduated, she had Jas and named him her godfather on top of being her half brother. Then she had an awful accident about a year and a half later. Shane spiraled, latched on to the addictive tendencies given to him by his father's genes, and began drinking. He asked aunt Marnie if they could crash with her for a while. He's still reeling from his mom's sudden death 7 years later when we move in.

Demetrius is working on secret military projects but can't let his family know, so he wanders off (to the lakeside and to the fountain) to work on them.

Harvey has a shelf in his apartment full of ultra expensive and intricate model planes, half of which were gifts from Jodi

Kent and Harvey have a strained relationship due to Kent having seen the true horrors of war and Harvey glorifying service in the armed forces. They get along but only just.

Pierre's secret stash is not porn, but Money. He keeps a rather large sum of gold tucked away from his family "just in case".

Shane and Alex hang out and talk about gridball more than you would think. In fact, Alex is one of the very few people Shane likes.

Claire (the cashier from Joja) hates Morris. She hates working for Joja. She hates the fact that they're causing problems in the valley. She wishes she could just own her own business here some day. And she does. When the Junimos restore the Joja building into the movie theatre, she gets a mysterious letter in the mail that says "Come bak tu valley, muvee plase is yours" (Junimos had to ask hat mouse to write it)

I have a ton more but that's it for now.

[mihrsuri]

So at some point recently I saw a ‘put your friends OC into your OC’s world’ (it may in fact have been via @emilykaldwen I feel like) and my brain went ‘….okay but Abby in Tudors OT3 verse’ and so here, have Lady Abigail Harren daughter of the last wife of Lord Lionel Harren - Lady Cecily Grenville and cousin to Lady Helen Norwich.

Her mother was Helens mother's sister - both she and Helen were surprise late in life babies, when their parents had given up on having children but while Helen is an only child Abigail has some much older half brothers.

The thing is, Helen’s uncle, John Welles is one of thee main horrible people in this universe. Not to her, so much - she’s an asset he can use (and so is Abby).

(A note: my knowledge of ASOIAF/GOT lore is uh, select fanfiction and my friends but Abby is such a good character and my brain was like ‘this needs to happen’ so)

Cecily and Helen’s mother Maude were incredibly close and remained so after their marriages but while Maude did not come to court, preferring the country Cecily was one of the principal ladies to her younger cousin Alice, the daughter of the second son of the Earl of Kent.

After Alice was married off to a much older northern nobleman as his second wife, a choice that was not without controversy as it seemed to displace his daughter Ruth (and Alice’s former best friend) by his first wife who had been his heir. Despite Alice giving her husband three sons (Arthur, Anthony and Daniel) his heir remained Ruth.

Helen spent half her time with Abigail at the Earl of Kent’s estates in Canterbury and half with her parents in Norwich at Welles Hall - a place that Abigail also visited - all the children were close - Helen and Abigail considered themselves sisters all their lives and the children all played together.

It was Helen and then Arthur above all who bought Abigail back to herself after the deaths of her father and all but one of her brothers (her mother died when Abby was very young) perished in a fire and she found herself the heir to a rich estate after her brother Lambert.

It was Lambert, a close friend of John Norwich who seems to have encouraged the betrothal of his sister to Arthur, while Norwich, who had at first been enraged by Helen’s birth - for the displacement of him as heir to the Earldom after his brother had realised that she was a tidy way to build alliances and keep the estate within the family, sought to place his nieces hand where best it would benefit him.

Helen falling in love with James, the oldest son of Lady Ruth was not within his calculations. Abigail being less the pawn than he and her brother believed was not either. Let alone Arthur deciding he will be the husband that Abigail deserves. A good one.

[georgiapeach30513]

Bullet in Your Heart, Part 6

Summary:  You and Clark couldn’t do it anymore

Pairings:  Clark Kent X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  angst, mentions of Carter’s death, explicit language, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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Clark leans his body against your doorframe.  You slept too much.  Refused to get out of the bed most days, and when you did it was stiff.  You ate only because your baby depended on you.  You got up only because Clark asked you to.  You survived because you promised Carter you would.  Your hand rubs over your tummy, and the baby rolls around.  Kicking at your stomach, wanting it to be known they were still there.

“Cricket bug,” Clark says softly.  He still struggled to walk past your door.  It didn’t matter anymore, Carter was gone and he was never coming back.  You were a widow, and the town accused you of sleeping with his best friend.  “I should find some place else to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you sit up in the bed, red rimmed eyes.  No more tears fell from them, because there was nothing else left to cry.  “I can’t lose you, too.”

“I’m making it impossible for you to remarry.”

A pained giggle bursts out of your chest, and you wondered what he had going on in his head.  It didn’t matter.  None of it mattered in the end.  The waiting that you made Carter do, and for what?  “Why should I remarry?”

“Cricket, I know…”

“You know nothing.  I wanted Carter.  I still want Carter!  And…all I have left is his child, and those letters.  Our baby is never going to know him.  Never know the times that he told me stories about the type of father he was going to be.  Never know the plans he had for the yard.  They’re never going to know how much he wanted to hold them.  They’re just not going to understand.  And I want my baby to look like Carter, and then in the same breath I hope I don’t have to resent my child because I can’t have their dad back with me.  You think I care about what those stupid women think?  They don’t know, they don’t have nightmares of their faceless husband.  They didn’t have to say goodbye to a box because I wasn’t allowed to look at his body.  Everything was taken from me, and you think I care what other people say about me and you.”

You look up at the ceiling as fresh tears stream down your face and you wipe them away fruitlessly.  “I’ve lost enough, Clark.  Why should I have to lose you, too.  Oh,” you gasp, grabbing onto your stomach.

“Cricket?” He steps one foot into your room, but backs out.

“Ow.  Ahh…Clark.  Clark!” You scream out as pain sets your body on fire.  Gripping to your stomach.  “The baby.  The baby’s coming.  Get your ass in here, and help me.”

There was a hesitation until you scream again, and he crosses into your room helping you up.  Your body locks up as you yelp.  “I can’t…I don’t wanna do this alone.”

“You’re not.  I’ll be with you,” finally grabbing you up, he carries you to the car.  His promise to Carter be damned.  You needed more than his shadow looming into your presence.  You needed him to step up for you and that baby.  This wasn’t falling in love.  This was doing what he promised to Carter.

Clark cradles your little baby in his giant arms.  She was healthy.  Beautiful like you, had her daddy’s cleft chin, and even Carter’s smile.  He couldn’t believe that his friend had created this perfect baby girl that he could hold with one hand.  The domestic life wasn’t something Clark thought he wanted, until he held this pink bundle in his arms.

Clark wanted to take back all those thoughts about wanting to leave the house.  He just wanted you to have as good of a life as you could.  But this tiny thing had stolen his heart, much like you had the past couple of months.  It wasn’t falling in love.  It was a duty.  A promise.

The baby’s eyes open, and she searches out your body to suckle, “Charlotte, you let your mother get some sleep.  Charlotte Abigail Baizen,” he swallows the lump in his throat, because it felt wrong to call her that.  Carter was her father, but he was the one that bonded with the baby.  There wasn’t anything Clark wouldn’t do to keep her or you safe.  It was a promise.

Her lips part and a pitiful squeaky cry slips out of her mouth.  Even her cry was dainty.  She was perfect, and Clark hated the emotions that he was fighting off.  He didn’t want to.  “Clark,” you croak, sitting up in the bed, “Hand her to me.  If you give me that blanket, you can stay.”

“Can I hold her when she’s finished?” You give him a gentle smile and nod your head.  There was more brightness to your eyes since you had her.  It was like birthing her gave you a rebirth.  You smiled.  More than once he caught you giggling.  

Handing you the baby, he turns around to give you some privacy while you get yourself and her situated, before covering the two of you up.  You lean back on the bed, “Clark, you can turn around,” he sits in the chair beside you, and you reach out for his hand to hold.  Nursing was uncomfortable.  It hurt more than you were made aware of.  

“You’re doing a good job,” he says, his eyes only on you.  The looks lingered more than they once did.  But it was because he hadn’t left your side.  Took on the role of the father seamlessly.  “She’s adorable.”

“She’s a little princess,” you peek under the blanket, and sure enough that tiny thing with her perfectly little fingernails, and soft curls was doing as feeding babies do.  

“Carter….Carter would have been proud of you both,” it stung to hear him talk about Carter.  The emotional pain you felt from Carter’s death was always smothering you.  It never went away, and somehow talking about what he would have done didn’t help.  He was never coming back, and it made things worse thinking that he would.  

You were never going to love someone the way you loved Carter.  There was only one Carter Baizen.  But sometimes, women don't marry for love.  You were just one of the lucky ones that did.  Any relationship after was going to be lesser than.  There was no point in arguing that.

“I’m sorry about what I was going to say earlier,” Clark looks down at the blanket, before quickly back up at you.  “Can she breathe?”

You peek again, and that perfect angel was still feeding, and you smile watching her, “Yeah, she’s doing great.  What did you say earlier?”

“About me finding somewhere else to live.”

“Oh,” that was the last thing that you wanted Clark to do.  You felt like he was already home.  “I’ve been thinking.  I know why you’re in the basement.  But there’s rooms upstairs,” his eyes move from the blanket up to yours.  He didn’t know where you going with this conversation, but you had piqued his interest.  “You should, if you wanted to, just move to the main floor.  You know you don't want to be too far away from Charlotte.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I don’t want to be away from her.  You’ll need help.”

“Clark…she’s never going to know Carter,” he looks down at his lap, because this conversation was giving him emotional whiplash.  He was overwhelmed with his feelings.  “I want you to be her daddy.”

“Cricket…”

“You’re the closest thing to Carter.  No one knew him better than we did.  You should be her daddy.  Raise her with me, and…”

“Mrs. Baizen,” the nurse interrupts your train of thought, while she checks your vitals.  Her eyes constantly looking over at Clark.  It was improper.  You had gotten yourself into a whole heap of trouble.  And judging by the way that man was looking at you, he was getting himself into some trouble as well.  “Looks like you’re all set to go home.”

Clark had somehow, subconsciously migrated to Carter’s chair.  Holding a freshly changed Charlotte in his lap, playing with her feet.  The little baby squeals out her giggles.  Her chubby little hands reach up for Clark.  It was yours and her favorite time of the day, when Clark came home.

He gave you the time to finish supper while he entertained the baby.  Had this been under different circumstances, these were the sounds you always wanted to hear in your home.  Laughter from both your baby and her father.  Clark filled the role well, but you had left such dreams behind with Carter.  He wasn’t coming back.

Your body once recoiled from Clark’s touches to your side, now it craved for him to stay longer.  Sighing whenever his hand would move from your hip to the giggling baby at his feet.  She adored him more than she did you.  Clapped her hands whenever she heard his voice.  

Charlotte might have been the one to bring you and Clark together, but the feelings he had bubbling up inside of him was of his own making.  You allowed it because he was close to Carter.  It was sick, and it was wrong, but you didn’t care.  There was never going to be another Carter, and there were worse people than Clark.  He could give you a good life.  

It was like some divine intervention that he was never drafted before the war ended.  It was like Clark was always meant to be with you, and become Charlotte’s dad.  “Cricket,” he removes a skillet from the burner, and turns to stare at you. Charlotte perched on his side with her head laying on his chest.  Patting over him as if to tell you that he was hers.  “Hon…you okay?”

“Yeah, just was…I guess daydreaming.”

“Well, don’t burn the house down, huh, mama?” He adds in animatedly, and looks down at the baby, who smiles her two teeth grin and shakes her head.  “You sure, you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Nancy called, it was just stupid gossip.  Got me in my head,” he starts to speak, but you press your hand against his mouth, “I’ll be fine, Clark.”

“Ehh!” Your daughter screeches, shaking her head no at you.

“Cricket bug, I think she wants you to quit touching her daddy,” it was bittersweet for you.  Charlotte would grow up knowing no different.  But you were going to have to give Clark something.  He wouldn’t stay.  

“Lottie, you quit being so mean to me.  You two go set the table.”

“Clark,” you whisper at the door of Charlotte’s room.  Just like every night he was staring down at her crib.  She had only just fallen asleep, so he had to make sure she was comfortable.  Needed to reassure himself that she would in fact keep her eyes closed.  “Clark, she’s fine, and…will you dance with me?”

He brushes a few stray strands of hair off Charlotte’s face, and walks into the living room with you.  You start a slow song on the record player; it was so low, it was even a struggle for you to hear.  Things were a lot more comfortable between the two of you now.  He never hesitated to put his hand on your hip, while the other holds your hand, and he spins you around the living room.

There was a shift in yours and Clark’s relationship the moment that Charlotte was born.  One that neither of you could deny anymore.  It was comfortable.  And if the whole damn town was going to assume that you and he were living in sin, you might as well be.  Dropping your hand out of his, you bring his hand to your hip.  Sliding your hand up his chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.  

Clark whispers your name, and you kiss him again.  Letting your lips linger on his, and he finally returns the kiss.  His hands firmly on your hips, he pulls you closer to him, sliding those meaty hands up your back.  Your body was on autopilot, and wanted to feel something real.  Opening your mouth when his tongue swipes over your lips, and he dominates your mouth.  

Sucking your own tongue into his mouth.  His hands roam from your back, to your tits.  Cupping the spheres before he backs off completely.  “Cricket, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because….because it’s improper.”

“Fuck it.”

“Cricket!”

“All my life I have done things right, and what did I get out of that?  I don’t care anymore, Clark.  I just want to feel.  And right now, I want to feel you.  Please,” stepping closer to him, you run your hands up his chest, and start slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  “Please?”

“On one condition?” You stare up at him owlishly waiting on his condition.  You wanted it.  Wanted him.  You loved Clark, even though it was in a different way, you did love him.  “After tonight, you let me make an honest woman out of you.  We go to the courthouse, I don’t need a wedding.  I know I’m second best to you, but…I won’t have us shacking up together and feeding these gossip mongers.  You get tonight, if you take my last name.”

That was a lot to digest.  Clark wasn’t wrong, the two of you couldn’t play house.  The two of you are living together, and the rumors were getting to Clark.  You didn’t want that stigma over your daughter’s head, and if Carter couldn’t raise Charlotte, you didn’t want anyone else, but Clark.

“Tomorrow.  We can go to the courthouse tomorrow.  Tonight, I want you,” his hands grab your ass and he lifts you up, hauling you into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed.  Kissing up your neck while simultaneously unbuttoning your dress.  Clark was very skilled.  His body and limbs worked in tandem.  Very little effort had you nude underneath him, while he seemed to just walk out of his own clothes.

He was massive over you, pushing apart your legs, and pumping his cock in his fist, “You’re sure?  We’re ready to do this?”

“Yes,” he pushes into your warmth in one swift movement.  Your back arches off the bed, and you cling to his back.  Your fingers dig into his skin, and he gives you the sweetest smile when you whimper up at him.  “Clark…” you pant out.

He grabs your leg one at a time, wrapping them each around him before his hips piston into you.  Driving into you slowly and languidly, laying down on you, so you feel his entire weight.  Propping himself up by his elbows, he brushes his fingers over your skin, “I’ve always loved you, Cricket.”

“You know I’ve always loved you.”

“Not in the same way,” you gasp when he pushes himself in you fully.  Scrapping your nails all the way down his back, until you grip his ass cheeks.  Head throwing back with your mouth open.  “I know I’m not him.  But I’ll be a good husband to you.  A good dad to Charlotte.  And if you wanted, maybe some more kids?”

“I know.  Yeah.  Yes, I want more.  With you.  Ahhh,” his mouth crashes into yours as he muffles your loud moans.  Swallowing every one of them as your walls clench around him girthy cock.  It had been so long.  And Clark was new.  He was experienced, and there was something arousing about knowing that the Clark Kent was taking care of you.  The Clark Kent was going to be your husband.

You didn’t need a wedding.  You had one, and it didn’t give you any longer with Carter.  Clark never wanted one.  Never even saw himself getting married, until you.  He never even thought he was going to get to hear you desperately mewl as your body spreads pleasure all throughout your limbs.  He didn’t think he would get to see your body like this, or have another man’s child be raised as his own.

You wanted him so deep inside you that you were practically using his ass to shove him further down.  One of his hands slams on the headboard of the bed as he starts pounding thrusts into you.  It had been just as long for him.  And you were perfect.  Better than any woman he had ever felt.  Your body was so responsive to his motions, and was clenching down on him so tightly.  

Clark wished he could make this last longer, but it was too much.  Too much for him to stave off.  Emotionally too much for him because you agreed to marriage.  It wasn’t the most romantic thing, but he had been trying to figure out a way to approach you with marriage.  

He wanted you.  Wanted that baby, and he wanted more.  Wanted to add a white picket fence to the yard with a swing set for Charlotte and the other kids.  Wanted to come home to you for a kiss, and an evening dance while the children giggled in their rooms, or played music in the basement.  He wanted it all, and he wanted it with you.  

“Cricket…I…I…”

“Clark, please.  I want to feel you,” you give him permission to release his seed.  If you were to marry him, then he should get the perks of a husband.  He spurts so deep inside you, and he presses his forehead against your own.  His chest heaves with all that had transpired.  When he kisses you, his mouth turns up into a smile.  He was happy, and you would be happy.  One day.  Hopefully.

Starting to get off you, he looks into the floor at his clothes, going to grab the items up, but you sit up in the bed, “Clark, this bed is yours now.  Ours.  Don’t leave.”

He slips on his underwear, tossing you a nightgown before crawling in the bed behind you.  His arm wraps around your body, and he pulls you flush with his body.  This was the start to a new beginning.

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[nepobabyshowdown]

THE NEPO BABY SHOWDOWN!!!

setting this up was exhausting btw. i'm never doing a 64-person bracket again

matchups below!

Quadrant A (april 9)

Jesus Christ (the Bible) vs. Kang Tae-mu (Business Proposal)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe) vs. Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus)

Spandam (One Piece) vs. Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Asami Sato (Legend of Korra) vs. Jon Kent (DC)

Bruce Wayne (DC) vs. Abigail Bellweather (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson) vs. Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact) vs. Dee and Dennis Reynolds (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Light Yagami (Death Note) vs. Charley Witherspoon (BoJack Horseman)

Quadrant B (april 10)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs. Jorgen Weight (Skyward)

Gretchen Wieners (Mean Girls) vs. Carmen and Juni Cortez (Spy Kids)

Rufus Shinra (Final Fantasy) vs. Janine (Pokemon)

Will Stronghold (Sky High) vs. Mark Grayson (Invincible)

Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh) vs. Jack Knight (DC)

Loona (Helluva Boss) vs. Richie Rich (Richie Rich)

Jack Zimmermann (Check Please) vs. Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) vs. Cordelia Goode (American Horror Story: Coven)

Quadrant C (april 11)

Kendall Roy (Succession) vs. Han Joo-won (Beyond Evil)

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb) vs. Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl)

Jason Grace (Heroes of Olympus) vs. Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY) vs. Sterling Archer (Archer)

Kuroto Dan (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid) vs. Sebastian Debeste (Ace Attorney)

Damian Wayne (DC) vs. Jack Shephard (Lost)

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid) vs. Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)

Cheryl Tunt (Archer) vs. Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Quadrant D (april 12)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs. Victoria Dallon (Worm)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. the Bluths (Arrested Development)

London Tipton (Suite Life) vs. Richard Gansey (The Raven Cycle)

Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls) vs. Sam Manson (Danny Phantom)

Glimmer (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Nathaniel Plimpton (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

Steven Stone (Pokemon) vs. Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Hercules (Hercules) vs. Mitsuru Kirijo (Persona 3)

Tim Drake (DC) vs. Porsha Crystal (Sing 2)

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Adopted HC’s Masterpost

Capturing all my ‘adopted’ HC’s written by others, or ones where I borrowed/altered. IDK if anyone else cares about this. Just for my fanfics or when I need inspiration (so I don’t have to scroll endlessly). 

Adopted HC’S 

More Harvey headcanons 

Sebastian relationship headcanons

Sebastian SDV Appreciation post

Pointless Shane headcanon #2

Pointless Shane headcanon #1 (very very minorly suggestive) 

Penny Age Milestone Headcanon (also Pam) (Triggers: alcoholism, military, bleeding) 

Height headcanons

Leah headcanons 

Elliott and Leah friendship

They Think We’re at Work (Alex & Shane) 

A sweet little something for Sam

Elliott headcanons 

Let’s go 

I think they should be friends...

Haley as the Red Queen is perfect

Spirit of Halloween Store

Shane and Jas have tea parties 

Alex loves kids because... 

Andy Knows Very Well How Claire Feels 

Reimagined Bachelorettes 

Stardew Siblings: Maru Corrects Sebastian

Just a pepper, Shane 

Rivalry between Guild and Museum (Gil / Gunther) 

There are Other Fish in the Sea (Leah) 

Glasses, Braces, and Chasing Frogs (Seb/Sam)

Skateboarding with Sam 

Elliott with an Artistic Farmer

Sebastian HC

Harvey HC

Abigail Wins Again *cough couch* is Cheating

Harvey’s (pathetic) attempts at Valentine’s 

Give me a Massage, Harvey

Stardew Mood Board

The Bachelors Love Languages 

Bachelors Last Heartbreak (Warning: mentions of violence, death, bullying,  and alcoholism) 

Kent on Raising Sons 

Maru’s Telescope

Slime Time in the Mines (with Harvey) 

Kiss me in the Golden Hour (Harvey) 

Donkey Kong - Shane

Haunted House (Maru & Seb) 

Maru: Natural Hair

Watching Planes with Harvey 

George/Alex and the Suit

Don’t Write Off Alex 

Sebastian: Live Your Dreams 

Elliott learns Alex’s mom’s song

Shane HC fluff 

Bachelors & Flowers

Stardew Headcanons

Elliott - proper salutations 

Elliott - a beautiful outlook

Gus - underrated townie

Borrowed/Altered HC’s 

Bachelor Love Languages

My theory about Elliott 

Headcanons about musical instruments (added some Stardew townies, extra marriage candidate thoughts, & SVE Marriage Candidates) 

Shane, Leah, and Elliott as friends 

If the Stardew bachelor/ettes were cats (edited for Sam/Alex) 

I didn’t know you needed glasses (Abigail/Sam) 

Elliott’s letters 

Elliott’s leaky roof (Warning: Language) 

If Haley Fell in Love with Shane

Elliott and the Flower Dance Request

Haley and the Flower Dance Request

Alex and Reading 

Elliott and the Piano Bar 

Harvey Food HC 

Harvey Black Coffee 

Just a Bunch of Stardew Headcanons

If Marriage Gave You Bonuses 

Misc 

Goblin Destroyer (cover of the band’s first CD) (Sam , Abigail, Sebastian) An apple a day... (mildly suggestive) (Harvey) 

Make a bouquet (Harvey) 

Shane makes chocolates 

A flowery way of speaking (Harvey and Elliott) 

Ice cream with Alex (Penny too) 

Cart races (Sam and Shane) 

Pizza festival idea?? 

Stardew Valley needs a bookstore

Sam is an incredibly ADHD coded character

Awww... this is the Stardew life  

Haley and the Pink Orb

I want Elliott’s piano

See also: My Original Headcanon

[griseldagimpel]

Tagged by @lazaefair - thank you!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

John Gaius Meets an Atheist: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300140 (The Locked Tomb)

“He’s made up. And maybe they’ve been making him up for a really long time, but God isn’t real.”

2. The Love of Flesh: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46826743/chapters/119151544 (The Locked Tomb)

                Naberius considered. “And you, the Resurrector, are asking me, a small venomous lizard, if I’m mad at you?”                 “I am.”                 “In that case, no,” Naberius said, giving the emperor a curious look. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lord, I’m going to go bite my necromancer.”

3. Horror and the Divine: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44955919/chapters/113117860 (The Locked Tomb)

For all that he loved the emperor, he reminded himself that it would have been beyond presumptuous for him to think himself worthy of God’s bed.

4. Sullied Dreams: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42260559/chapters/106111362 (Avatar-Inception Crossover)

“That’s always been Mr. Fischer’s attitude. Twenty years ago, everyone thought he stood to gain the world. Now look at him: his empire has expanded into space.”

5. Sicktime: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39661620/chapters/99288474 (Our Flag Means Death)

Buttons was having a séance with Olivia, Fang, and Ivan when Roach approached them. It was a very tearful affair. It turned out that doggy heaven and bird heaven were next door to each other, and Karl was celestial next-door neighbors with Fang’s dog. Luckily for Roach, they were just finishing up.

6. Precious, Fragile Things: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37048234 (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

“Mew,” the kitten cried weakly after the milk had been consumed.

7. Victory Condition: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35652970 (Tenet)

“There’s so much power in them,” Ms. Abigail pattered on. “If there was only a way to collect that power, humanity could both mitigate the damage of hurricanes and have a renewable source of energy.”

8. Harm No One: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351245 (Lost)

Wet branches conspired to smack Locke’s face, roots reached up to entrap his feet, and the moon was disinclined to light his way. Other than the half mad cackle and cough combination from Boone, the only sounds were Locke’s feet sinking into the dark mud and the grinding sound from the jungle that increased volume no matter what direction Locke tried to run. The animals were silent, and even the wind seemed afraid to blow.

9. In the Southern Hall Displaying the Kente Cloth: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29243400 (Piranesi)

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Sarah told me. “Oh, God, I could kiss you.” Then she blushed and said, “Forget that.” James looked angry when she said that, and I felt that he was a bit cold to her after that for the rest of the time it took for the tide to recede. Sarah is preparing breakfast now as I write this, and James is packing up the supplies. I wish I understood what was wrong.

10. Jerso the Frog Prince & Iron Zampano: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16008497 (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Zampano nodded. Stepping forward, he put his hands on Jerso’s shoulders and pushed him up against the wall. Zampano followed the thrust, putting his body up against Jerso’s body and his lips to Jerso’s lips. Jerso closed his eyes and kissed Zampano back.

Tagging anyone who wants to participate!

[stardroprepublicarch]

Religion: Yoba's Light. Yoba, God of All.

Yoba Believers: villagers i frequently see going to the yoba worship temple in Pierre's grocery

George. - "Ive never been religious but hey... I'm old". There's a solid headcanon stance here. I think he may have seen something during his time as a coal miner. It was a pretty damned profession and most coal miners usually end up pretty fucked from the job if they werent lucky. But there's also the fact that Alex's deceased mother also believed in Yoba. Once you gain two hearts with either of the mullners couple youll be able to find a last wish letter from Clara in their bedroom. A quote from the letter "Don't be too upset, I'm with Yoba now". Though I'm still not sure on what causes Clara's death. But you discover she's been gone for 12 years during Alex's eight heart event. I like to think that not only is George's age a factor in his belief but the fact that he also wants to believe in Yoba in order to be able to see his daughter again in the afterlife if there is one.

Jodi. - before Kent's return in year two, Jodi will often tell you that she visits Yoba's altar to pray for her husband's safety but that staying positive is really difficult to do. Jodi's belief is strung along by the fact that she desperately needs something to hold on to during Kent's imprisonment as she was determined to try to keep up the belief that her soldier husband would not die during the war leaving her and their two sons alone in this world. Belief out of necessity.

Andy. - Andy's a very strong believer in Yoba. Ive only come across one dialogue with Andy so far ingame but it leads me to believe that his belief is very much consistent and genuine. During the game if you talk to Andy on a sunday when hes visiting the shrine, he will treat you with Disdain remarking how he never sees you during temple service and almost mocks you over your disbelief in the valley's god. I headcanon that perhaps this is also why Andy doesnt get along with Pierre much because the grocer family doesnt believe in Yoba with Caroline often remarking about it on certain days and how the shrine was already there from the previous owners of the grocery. You'll often actually find Caroline and Abigail hiding in the couples bedroom on certain days when people visit the grocery in order to "avoid talking to people". This leads me to believe that perhaps the stronger religious members have tried to encourage the grocer family into worship a few too many times.

Dwarves and Shadow People are also assumed to have been worshippers of Yoba via in-game hints.

Now for some of my personal headcanons about Yoba.

If you collect all the library books, you'll eventually find a book with text in it that contains the valley's creation lore and it talks about the god Yoba and how Yoba created the world.

Often described as an ancient guardian deity, I like to believe that Yoba is not as benevolent as the townsfolk might like to believe. One of the reasons why we dont get to interact with Yoba in game (referencing how in HM/SOS you get to actually interact with a deity to some extent) is because that the magic users and adventurers guild such as the Wizard and Marlon etc have been guarding a seal for generations that keeps Yoba's divine body trapped in the extreme depths of the Skull cavern mines where hopefully no one will ever discover it. Another reason as to why the skull caverns are so endless, Yoba's magic itself also keeps threats to it from finding their body as well.

Monsters are making their way to the surface (i.e monster attacks at night, the wilderness farm etc) is proof that the seal is beginning to wane and the valley's mine is one of the spots where Yoba's able to push against the seal with a soul like tangible form in order to try to reach out to the human plane.

I have a headcanon that Yoba's reach has tainted Mayor Lewis and that's part of why Lewis' greed has been stoked. Yoba wants to be released from their shackles and has been encouraging a slowly growing cult following in places that have mines and monster sightings to make humans do their bidding, to get them to find him a vessel.

I headcanon that eventually Yoba decides that my farmer Aioli will be the perfect vessel and directs monsters to target the farmer specifically to test the farmer or even capture her. At some point during Aioli's time living in Pelican Town, she is incapacitated in the mines and is taken by one of the cultists and is taken to a ritual that is made to look like sunday prayers but in reality she's being connected to the weave of Yoba's dimension where her soul is boxed into a cage of sorts to prepare her body for Yoba to take hold in her as a living vessel to hold Yoba's consciousness and part of their divinity. Yoba will begin to use Aioli to try to free their true body so that Yoba may walk in full power amongst humans again.

Yoba was the one who secretly stoked the war between gotoro and the ferngill republic. Poisoning the mind of the country's leaders slowly and consistently.

[sdvbloglushvalleys]

My SDV OCs Part 1 (Hob run)

Full name: Robert "Hob" Goldstein

Pronouns: He/him

Favourite Thing: Stars

Likes: Banana, Walnut, Cows, Catfish

Dislikes: Master Qi, Skull Caverns, Scorpion Carps.

Loves: Sebastian

Likes, townies: Linus, Jodi, Kent, Sam (He likes the whole fam really), Abigail, Emily, Evelyn

Dislikes, townies: Penny, Haley.

A/N: Hob was my first SDV Character while i was still choked in my Sandman/Hob Gadling hyperfixation, so a lot of his character lore was based on Hob's character in the movie adaptation. He's Desi-British, and his features are a mix mash of Ferdinand Kingsley (from Sandman), Dev Patel (from Green Knight) and Amar Chadha Patel (specifically his look from Willow). Long hair, brown eyes, big nose and MUCH darker skin but very cheerful, friendly, a bit lewd when you get to know him, absolutely lovely.

Of note, his ruby necklace is of religious significance! Religion is SDV is vaguely pagan, and while Yoba is a deity of Earth (inverted, Death), Hob worships Murphy, the deity of the Night Sky (AKA Dream). Yes, thats a Sandman slash Dreamling reference. But Dream of the Endless IS a deity that is worshipped as Murphy, or Oneiros in the comics, so its an accurate borrowing, and its an interesting added lore i thought.

[xenonhw]

share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

Alright here's what I got in no particular order:

Uzui Tengen- Demon Slayer

2. Wammawink- CentaurWorld

3. Abigail Jones- The Great Pretender

4. Greta Gill- A League Of Their Own (2022)

5. Tina- Minx

6. Charlie Cale- Poker Face

7. Death- Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

8. Wuxian- Legend of Luo Xiaohei

9. Tuna Sandwich- Kid Cosmic

10. Roy Kent- Ted Lasso

phew, yeah. alright!!✨

[skaterboyfriend]

instead of studying i decided to spent my time outlining some tattoo headcanons i have for sam... some more thoughts below the cut!

in order of how he got them:

vince's snail: i have a little brother 11 years my junior- i know that when you have such a large age gap between you and your sibling, your role dissipates as an older sibling and you end up becoming a second parent. yes of course my little brother still relies on our mother and father, however when he has an issue with friends, needs homework help, is hungry/thirsty/lonely/mad/crying/WHATEVER- he comes to me first. especially with kent gone and jodi busy trying to support her boys, sam had to take on both a fatherly and motherly role towards vincent, despite still being a kid himself- thus he did all the mom/dad-type things: take him out to the park, teach him how to ride his bike, collect all his little scraps of doodles and writing throughout his school career, bandage him up upon skinning his knees during a tumble... one day vincent presents a colored paper, clearly with lots of love and effort put into it. vincent has a sort of strange fascination with snails and knows his brother loves to skateboard... putting two together to create quite a funny joke, he grew a little snail riding a skateboard! sam adored it so much and upon turning 18, he realized that vincent's drawing is probably the best idea in the entire world for a first tattoo!

sam moved to the valley, went to high school with abigail and sebastian, vibed together in band class -> became besties and ultimately formed a band upon graduating. they never thought they'd get far but once, after a small short set at the harvest festival a few years after forming the pelicans, a young woman excitedly complimented the trio, telling them of a battle of the bands night next week at zuzu city at the club she works at -> they should totally enter! they won EASILY and capped the night with partying + lots of booze -> maybe made some bad ideas! the three woke up in a trashy motel with killer headaches and a tattoo on their inner arms. jodi, robin, and caroline all went livid!

he had always been called a people pleaser by all sorts of people in all sorts of ways- by friends who were charmed with how he always seemed to put others above himself, by jealous onlookers who resented how easily he offered himself to be of help, by exes who despised how he always had to play the good guy... he couldn't wrap his head around how that's not necessarily a good thing- how sometimes giving too many pieces of yourself will leave you hollow. he instead wears the title as badge of honor, staining it above his heart!

upon meeting delilah and realizing just how head over heels he's in love with her, it's only natural he would do anything to make her smile. their relationship was something he's never experienced before: just everything seemed like total bliss- nothing like what he's grown up accustomed to [absent husbands, crying wives...] it only made sense he'd ink his love for her as a permanent tattoo. . . one hot summer morning, delilah took a pair of scissors to his mullet after he complained that he couldn't sleep- his hair was getting long and the heat was unbearable. while trimming his locks, she recalled a myth of a woman who cut the blessed hair of her lover, which rendered him weak and ultimately got him murdered brutally- people argued that despite knowing she meant ill, he loved her far too greatly to deny her anything- the twist, delilah added as she yanked his hair, trying to remove the knots- is that they bore the same names as the couple. and it was such an ironic thing that sam couldn't forget it... upon realizing delilah's the woman he wants to marry, he decided to get a tattoo of its symbolism- a pair of scissors upon his back. delilah would run a finger across it at night and laugh to herself. yes, sam would die for her, happily so- whatever she needs, even if if be his death- he'd oblige.

a year after their wedding, sam and delilah got matching tattoos because they are fucking insane <3 sam with his bunch of dahlias and delilah with a sun <3 lowkeyyy in love with themmmm

[carpsurprise]

Could you write about the bachelors and bachelorettes fondest memory of their childhoods?

I’m sorry if that wasn’t right, this isn’t my first language <3 I hope it makes sense

OKAY I LOVEEE THIS REQUEST !! this was so much fun & yes it did make sense !! <3 thank you for sending something in! this is a long one so i apologize my friends 

the bachelor/ettes and their fondest childhood memory!

alex: watching sunday football with his mother!! his mother was big on all sports and is the reason he loves sports to this day (as well as his v intense need to fulfill his aspiration early game), he associates sports with her and at first it hurt a little, but now all he can think about is her homemade dinner and sitting around the tv cheering on a home team 

elliott: sitting and talking with his grandfather! as a kid, definitely loved hearing stories and other people talk, so i think that sitting by a fireplace with her grandfather (or just older relatives) and asking them about their lives and hearing their old-time stories would make him happy, and inspire him to be a writer

harvey: harv’s family managed to (lightheartedly) convince him the boogeyman was real. poor boy was scared to death and could barely sleep in his own room as a young kid! even when his parents consoled him and told him it wasn’t real he still had his fears. as he got older into his teens they would tease him and it would aggravate him, but now that he’s older he can appreciate that time and the innocence of being a kid!

sam: most definitely his first concert! i hc that kent really likes 80s rock (def leppard, metallica, etc) so a similar sound/feel. the feeling of the drums and bass in the center of sam’s chest had begun a lifelong love for live music. kent had to keep sam out of the mosh pit, but he still ended up with a hit to the head. jodi said no more concerts for his safety but lord knows sam doesn’t care about that

sebastian: hope this isn’t too sad, but getting ice cream with his mom after the issue with his father. once the divorce had settled, and robin finally returned to her old self without the grief, it made sebastian so happy to see her smile again! she knew he was suffering too, so their first outing was for ice cream. it was the first time both of them laughed and smiled in a while

shane: his first gameboy. a birthday present from an uncle and since then video games has been his comfort! pokemon, zelda, all nintendo stuff! it was nice and comforting when he was upset and definitely remembers hiding his gameboy under his pillow when his parents would check to see if he was asleep! shane can infodump on old games for hours and the emotional connection he has to each one!

abigail: simple, but being small enough to be swung by her parents. when two parents hold each of the child’s hands and can kinda pick them up and swing them? that. i think she’d enjoy small things like them doing that to her and getting on playgrounds to slide down slides with her. pierre has definitely gotten stuck on a slide before.

emily: at the fair with her family as a small child!! her dad won both of the girls presents at those vendors! haley got a stuffed bunny she cried over while emily!! got a fish!! her dad won her the lil goldfish in a bag and it surprisingly lived a lot longer than expected! it was her first pet <3 it’s name was daisy!! 

haley: her grandmother took her and emily to a petting zoo for a lil grandma/granddaughters date! i think here is where haley fell in love with farm animals (and animals in general). there was a nice pony here that loooveedd to be fed apples. she’s wanted one ever since!! the cows, goats, donkeys!! all of it, but i think she tried to repress that fun to keep up her ‘image’ as she grew up .

leah: going camping with her family! leah is v outdoorsy and moved to the valley to be with nature. tent camping with her family had always been something she looked forward to. her parents taught her how to hike and forage and to even catch fish with basic wood tools! she’d still use her parent’s advice to this day. her parents were bigfoot enthusiasts when she was a kid, so she still has just a little lingering hope she’ll get lucky just to see them smile

maru: christmas mornings! nothing quite like being a kid and waking up to presents from santa, but of course what made it worthwhile was her dad’s homemade hot chocolate. their family would always open the stockings first, one for each family member so everyone could open presents together in their pajamas and hot cocoa

penny: one year, pam saved up enough money to give penny some spending money for the lil scholastic book fair schools have! she was able to get a new book and a couple cool erasers and other fun little things for the first time. she got a cool bookmark with puppies on it and still uses it for the books she reads now. she hides it from others bc it’s so kiddish, maru’s the only one who knows.

[irldoomerboy]

Fun-facts about the Stardew Valley Adventure Au

Made by yours truly

CW!!: MAJOR Character death

Its based off of rpg fantasy adventure games (obviously)

Rasmodius has contact with Sebastian and has actually taught him a little bit of magic

More on that last one, Sebastian has a magic mirror which can call Rasmodius whenever he needs to

Before the main events and story Abigail, Sam and Sebastian were on a 3 year trip around some magical yet dangerous lands before coming back and going on more quests where the main story happens

Sebastian Sam and Abigail live together because why not

Elliott has a huge scar down his back (as seen in some of my last posts) caused by a rather big griffin scratching him while he was unaware, this happened 14 years ago and we call it the griffin incident

Due to said huge traumatic incident, its rare Elliott goes on quests

Harvey is extremely busy 24/7 because injured travellers stop by Pelican Town after long quests before heading off again

Penny isnt very big on quests nor the idea of using her magic for fighting, in the canon story line she only does this once during a huge fight with everyone else

Theres a huge dragon named the Iridium dragon who casts misfortune upon the entirety of the gem sea, said dragon is defeated as a “final” boss of sorts

Kent fucking died (sorta)

More on the last one, Kent and Sam went out on a quest a long time ago but a wild mage attacked Kent leaving him in a coma like state, Sam ran away like his dad told him to and now he basically sacrifices himself for other peoples safety

Necromancy is illegal

Sebastian and his dad are both necromancers, the only difference being Sebastian doesn’t use necromancy for evil (thats right Sebs dad is another main villain)

Seb got magic use banned in the tavern because he attacked his dads ex-henchman (Kelbie) because Kelbie is just a dick

Sam fucking died

Sam was resurrected :D but got cursed in the process D:

Sams curse was caused by him not dying by fate, he tried to save Sebastian from his dad about to kill him and died trying, this caused his death to be earlier then expected but he escaped the death realm (ill get to that later) and now he needs to take elixir when the white in his eyes go black

If Sams curse takes over himself completely he literally looses control of everything and just becomes completely unhinged, meanwhile hes inside his own head and eventually has to fight the void version of himself

The death realm is a place where everything is black and you cant see anything but a coloured orb, 2 grim reapers, and a pool of dark liquid, if you get thrown into the liquid your dead in the living realm, you cant swim up or escape unless you have the early fate curse. If you are nearly thrown in but escape that is counted as a near death experience. If you go past the coloured orb then the colour in the orb will take a more vine like form and try to pull you back in if your death is fate, if you get past that you’ll see a floating hand along with a bright light, if you grab the hand you’ve escaped death successfully, the only characters to have done this are Elliott and Sam

When you go near the death pool (the liquid in the death realm) then your hair starts to turn white and your eyes turn red, resurrected people often have after effects of this such as a singular red eye or white streaks in their hair

Necromancers souls can enter the death realm, when they do their soul is a specific colour based off of them as a person along with a bright white light emitting off them, this is inverted if the necromancer in question has been resurrected before, this is also inverted if you are dead

Spirit orbs float around the death realm frequently

Sebastian has packs of cards that have spells attached to them that cast on impact, they dont cast the spell if they are being shuffled or if they are being cast wrong, Rasmodius sells the cards to trained mages but Sebastian gives them to Conk (oc) and sees what happens

Small versions of normal animals exist and you can keep them as pets

I could be missing a LOT but this is all i can remember so far !!

Please tell me if any other trigger warnings are needed for stuff like this

[angelinasway]

Regaining Hope

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever. Authors Notes: Thank you all so much for being so very supportive. You guys have been absolutely wonderful. Seriously I couldn't ask for a better group of readers. I need to warn you all that this chapter has quite the graphic and gruesome scene in it, so if that's not your thing I highly recommend skipping the part where Clark starts to watch the video. Some major questions answered here. Hope you all enjoy, and keep the reviews coming. Special thanks to my ever amazing beta Hipkarma. She always helps and inspires me. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven]

[TTH] [AO3] [FFN]

Chapter Eight

 Dawn smirked as she saw the caller ID flash. So, Buffy had talked to Wes. That was good. She really didn’t want to have to break into the Watchers Council just because she was nosy and worried for her sister. Buffy hadn’t told her much when they talked yesterday, just that there was some sort of prophecy about her and this Clark guy, which just raised all sorts of red flags for her. Dawn had insisted on seeing a copy of the prophecy and her hackles raised even more when she found out how quiet Wes and Willow were trying to keep this. Looks like big sis came through however, and now it was time to give the man on the other line hell for keeping something this important from her.

 “Xand, honey, can you take Abby? Wes is on the phone and it’s time for her nap anyway.” Dawn said, reaching for the phone.

 “No!” Her one and a half your old screeched at the top of her lungs, making Dawn cringe. When they coined the phrase, ‘children are your parents secret revenge,’ they weren’t lying. Abigail was just like her too, even in looks.

 Xander came out of their shared office, a crooked and amused smile on his lips. “You should know by now not to say that word in front of her,” He said, kissing Dawn on the forehead before reaching out and swooping up their toddler. “Come on Abby,” he said as Dawn answered her call. “Daddy will read you your favorite story.”

 “Try to get Joyce down too,” She added, before saying into the phone, “Hello Wes, so good of you to finally call me.”

 She heard the groan on the other end of the line and smiled. “How much do you know?”

 “That there’s a prophecy about my sister and some uber-powerful guy she’s been spending time with, on your instruction I might add.” Dawn said in a mockingly sweet voice.

 She heard him sigh. “Yes, that is all true. Look Dawn, I’m going to send you a copy of the prophecy through your secure fax now. We’ve been able to translate some of it, but there are certain areas where…I don’t think the language is of this world. It’s nothing like we’ve ever seen in any human or demon writings before.”

 Dawn got up and walked into the office, a frown on her face. “You mean like interdimensional, there’s gotta be a reference somewhere Wes.”

 There was silence over the line and for a second and she thought Wes had hung up. She’d just opened her mouth to see if he was still there, when he finally said, “No Dawn, that’s not what I meant at all.”

 Her frown deepened as the first page spat out of the machine. She slid it off the rack and looked at the prophecy. There were several different languages written on the copy, Etruscan, Ancient Sumerian, Ancient Greek, and Latin. At the top were strange symbols unlike anything she’d ever seen before, almost flowing together like cursive. The next page that came out was Wesley and Willow’s translation of that page. She bit her lip, walking over to her desk and went to work making sure what they had translated so far was correct.

 “So,” she began casually, “what I’m getting from the first page is that this guy is much farther from home than just another dimension.” She paused, huffing in annoyance as she snootily added,” It was Sun God by the way, not Star God.” She sighed. “Who are you using anyway, Basile?”

 “Vonten,” He answered and Dawn rolled her eyes. Of course, he was using that moron’s guide.

 “Vonten is an arrogant prick Wes, that book confuses people more than it helps. Burn it, it’s better as kindling. Bachman is the best at Etruscan and Ancient Sumerian, and you already know Ancient Greek and Latin enough not to need a reference.” She said, before frowning as she came to the part about the soulbond. “Wes, what the hell is a soulbond, and why is this referencing my sister and Mr. E.T. having one?”

 As Wesley began to explain what they knew so far, Dawn's face began to pale. Oh, this was not of the good. Buffy was gonna wig to the nth degree when she found out.

 "Does she know any of this?" Dawn asked, turning around and grabbing more of the pages that were still spitting out of her printer.

 "She knows about the bond. I told her this morning." He answered.

 "And what, you’re waiting until she gets pregnant before you tell her the rest?" Dawn asked angrily. "You know this is gonna freak her out..."

 "Which is why I decided not to tell her." Wes interrupted.

 "If you'd let me finish," Dawn snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. "I was going to say this is gonna freak her out, but it would be better if you tell her now." She huffed in frustration. "This just proves how little you guys know my sister. She absolutely will freak and she'll probably fight it at first. Just the idea of her own children having to live the life she has, is not gonna be a happy, joyous moment for her. She's already worried that Joyce or Abby, or maybe even both will be called one day.” Dawn said, before emphasizing her next words, "However, my sister is not stupid, and when push comes to shove, she'll make the right decision like she always does. I get that you’re worried about the Slayer line Wes, we all are, but keeping this from her is not the right way to go about it.”

 She heard Wes’s sigh, “I realize that Dawn, but with the bond itself needing to be fulfilled, I thought that was more than enough for both of them to handle at this time.”

 Dawn looked at the pages covered in the strange flowing script, similar to the symbols on the first page. Wes was right, it was a language. "We need to find a way to translate this. Do you think this is Clark's language from his home world?"

The line was silent for a moment, before he said in annoyance, “Yes, that’s what I meant when I said I don’t think the language is of this world.”

 “Do you think Clark knows how to read it?” Dawn asked.

 A sigh came over the line, “I honestly don’t know. I believe he just discovered where he came from, so I don’t see how he could.” He paused in thought and then murmured to himself, “But even if he can’t, perhaps the ship has a historical archive or maybe there is some form of AI technology that could translate it for us.”

 Dawn frowned, “What ship?”

 As Wesley explained how Buffy and Clark met and the danger Buffy had recklessly put herself in, Dawn found her ire sparking at Buffy’s stupidity. “I’m gonna kill her!” Dawn growled. “She hasn’t done something that reckless since Joyce was born. God fucking dammit, she promised me!”

 Wesley sighed. “In her defense, it could have very well been her fate that made her act so rashly.” He paused before saying, “In any case, Clark was there and according to Buffy, he saved her and watched over her after she went into a healing sleep.”

 Dawn was quiet as she processed that information. So, she didn’t die, which meant Buffy actively tried to stop it from happening. That was good, she was still getting smacked when Dawn saw her, but at least she hadn’t completely broken her promise from three and a half years ago. It was also good to see that this godlike Champion the prophecy spoke of wasn’t just a creature with a penchant for destruction playing at being a white hat because of a curse. That was a nice change.

 “What else do you know about him?” Dawn asked. “I’m assuming you started trying to find him as soon as you started translating this.”

 “Well,” Wesley began, “We first caught wind of a possible candidate about a year ago. We’d been monitoring airwave chatter for possible beings with superhuman strength when we caught a lead. A distress call came in about an oil rig off the coast of Canada in flames and about to explode. In that communication there was talk of a man rescuing the crew members aboard the rig and preventing the tower from collapsing on the rescue helicopter with his bare hands.” He paused for a moment, before saying. “We managed to find a few other incidents of him saving people, one that happened when he was thirteen. According to the incident report, his school bus went off a bridge and into the river. Three witnesses stated that a young Clark Kent managed to push the bus out of the water and rescue his classmate.”

 Dawn whistled, “So this guy really is the real deal white knight, huh?”

 “It would appear so.” He sighed.

 “Wes we’re gonna need to access that ship.” Dawn said, looking over a small section of Sumerian that talked about a trial of choice. The rest of the page was in the alien script however, so any clue as to what that meant was beyond her.

 “I know,” Wesley agreed.

 “Which means, we’re gonna have to tell Buffy and Clark everything.” Dawn reiterated.

 She heard Wesley groan, but he conceded nonetheless. “Alright fine, Willow needs to bring them some pendants to stave off the worst of the compulsion the bond is creating. I’ll have her stop by and get you on her way, unless you want me to tell Buffy myself, that is.”

 Dawn shook her head, “No, no. I think it will be safer for everyone if I’m the one to do it.” Then she bit her lip in thought, “And don’t bother with Willow, just call me when she gets back. I think I need to do this one on my own.”

 “Very well,” Wes agreed. “Willow should be finished within the next few hours. I’ll call you as soon as I know she’s returned.”

 “Alright, in the meantime I’m gonna go over this and make sure all the parts I can read are translated correctly.” Dawn said, adding, "Talk in a few," before hanging up.

 She sighed, rubbing her fingers along her forehead. "Well fuck," she muttered to herself.

 "Everything alright?" Xander asked, coming into the office. 

 "No, not really," she answered handing him the translated first page of the prophecy.

 She watched his eye scan the words before he blew out a breath. "So, this guys an alien?"

 "Looks like." She answered.

 Xander snorted, "Man the Buffster really knows how to pick 'em, doesn't she?"

 Dawn mock glared, before she couldn't contain her amusement at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, you know Buffy. She doesn't do anything by halves."

 ****<S>**<S>****

 As Clark followed Buffy down the hallway, his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He knew she had been trying to reassure him, but her words only had the opposite effect. Were they only feeling any of what they were because of the prophecy and furthermore, given the choice, would she even choose him? She had basically confessed to falling in love with her best friend. The history they had both shared, as disturbing as it was, was an important one to her. She had cared very deeply for this man. How could he ever live up to the memory of a man who had essentially changed a piece of himself for her? Part of him wanted to erase Spike’s memory from her mind, to do whatever he could to drive this man, this demon from her past and another part of him just felt wholly lost. He didn’t want to be anyone’s second best and he certainly didn’t want her to want him only because some guy thousands of years ago decided they were destined. God, he wished his dad was still alive. This would definitely be the type of thing his dad could help him through.

 She stopped at a large set of double doors and turned, catching his expression before he had time to school it into a much more neutral one. She blinked in surprise, "Clark...what’s wrong?"

 He shook his head, “It’s nothing Buffy.”

 Her frown deepened, “Oh no, you definitely have something face. Talk to me. I promise whatever it is, I’ll try to understand.”

 Clark shifted uncomfortably, before finally admitting, “I’m just feeling a little unsure about all this.”

 Her eyes widened slightly, “Because of Spike?”

 Clark sighed, “Well I mean think about it Buffy. You basically told me that you fell in love with your best friend and were willing to marry him for eternity, but the only reason you didn’t is because you were too scared. Would you even look twice at me if he was here now? Are the feelings I’m having for you even real, or is this just destiny trying to force us together?”

 Realization flooded her expression, and she quickly shook her head. “I can’t speak for what-ifs, because I would be lying if I answered that either way…” She swallowed, “As for how you’re feeling, I’ve been under love spells before and granted you usually don’t know you’re under one when you are, but if the feeling’s part was being fabricated, we…we wouldn’t be able to fight this like we are. We would have probably already slept together.” She blushed, looking down. “Fabricated feelings they’re false obviously, but they’re very strong…strong enough to make people dangerous. If what we were feeling was a manifestation, you wouldn’t have these doubts Clark, you wouldn’t even realize there was doubts to be had.” She met his eyes then, her expression serious and stoic. “And as for the fear part, I didn’t want to get into it because…” She sighed again. “You remember how I told you that Angelus showed up right when I was starting to get my life back together?”

 Clark nodded, “I remember.”

 “Well, what I didn’t say is that I was planning on retiring.” She rolled her eyes, “I had this grand plan of going back to school and getting a degree in Art History and moving to Hawaii to open a gallery.” She shook her head, “It was stupid, I know.”

 He immediately shook his head, “That doesn’t sound stupid at all.”  

 Buffy blushed. “I just mean it was stupid that I ever thought it could happen.” She shook her head, “Anyway, I started training a girl named Rayanne when we were first getting the new Watchers Council on its feet. She was bright, witty, resourceful and she already had the makings of someone who could be an excellent leader.” She looked at her feet, her hands clenching. “Me and Giles had agreed, in three-years-time, when Ray was eighteen, she would step in and fill my shoes. Faith didn’t want the position and the only other possible candidate that actually did, I flat out refused due to her inability to get along with just about anyone but Willow. I mentored Ray for over a year and she became…well, like a little sister to me. After the whole General Voll fiasco, I was ready to promote her to Senior Slayer status. She had been on it more than any other girl at the compound, helpful and demanding when need be. She’d fought through a horde of zombies and we came out of it with zero losses. The attack was completely unexpected and if she hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have done.” She met his eyes, “I was so proud of her.” Buffy sighed, “A few months later is when the first girl, Alicia went missing, and by the time Ray disappeared, there were already six that seemed to have just dropped off the planet.” She swallowed, “Angelus revealed himself and killed Giles a few weeks later, and almost three weeks after is when we found Alicia. She was the first and youngest to go missing and she was the first he dropped on our doorstep.” Buffy shook her head squeezing her eyes shut, “I knew what he was doing to Rayanne then, and that she would probably get the worst of it because of her association with me. Alicia was just a taste of what Angelus was capable of.” She opened her eyes, meeting his. “I wanted to have Spike claim me so we would be strong enough to save her and the rest of them, and I was scared because I knew I’d be asking for the wrong reasons. I was afraid Spike would know it too and I would only hurt him by asking. Does that make sense?”

 It was Clark’s turn to avert his eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly.

 She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through it, “Well just in case you have any doubts…” She swallowed, “I don’t even know why I kept this. Angelus loved tormenting me and we didn’t know it at the time but there were several Watchers from the old regime who were very unhappy with the way we were running things. Some of them made deals with Angelus, gave out my email and phone number and my location.” She looked at him, her lips pursed in anger. “One of them would even take video or pictures, documenting my pain for him when he couldn’t be there hiding in the shadows to see it.” She handed him her phone, “I’ve never watched this one, it’s the morning I found Rayanne, he saved her for last. I don’t need to see it, I lived it.” She nodded at her phone, “When he sent it, I didn’t even open it. I just dropped it in an archive and it’s been there ever since.” She shook her head, “I highly recommend only opening the third video file, the one that says, ‘Are you broken yet?’ She met his eyes then, “The first two will be what he did to her. So, unless you feel like throwing up, I would skip those.” She gestured with her chin at the double doors. “I’ll be in there beating on a bag, meet me when you’re done.”

 She turned without another word and went through the double doors not looking back. Clark looked down at the phone swallowing heavily, before opening the file. The video began with the image of the front of a house, not unlike the one they were in now, except there was a large tree in front and something very obviously dangling from it. It looked to be sometime in the middle of the night or perhaps early morning, but he couldn't tell either way due to the lights on the house illuminating everything.

 The person carrying the camera ran towards the house and a refined British voice in distress yelled, "Ms. Summers, come quickly. I think it may be Miss Stevenson."

 The front door flew open and there she was, except she looked nothing like she did now, her eyes were wild, feral even, and she was so pale and sucked up. She looked hollow, worn-down, nothing like the girl he’d spent the last couple of days getting to know. The scream that tore from her lips and the look on her face when she saw what was hanging from the tree, tore through him like a tidal wave of emotion. Clark felt himself growing angry at the Watcher, who was obviously playing both sides. Another man with bleached hair and nothing on but a pair of black jeans came flying through the door next, his eyes wild and worried. 

 The camera panned and followed Buffy as she ran out to the tree, falling to her knees and screaming again. Clark saw what was in the tree then and his stomach almost rebelled right then and there. It was a young girl, no older than sixteen and the only skin left on her body was on her beautiful face and near her pelvic region. The girl’s expression was frozen in a horrified scream that no one who cared ever had the chance to hear. A large white sheet wrapped itself tightly around the girl’s wrists and tied over the lowest branch, the excess linen draping behind the dead girl as some sort of sick backdrop silhouette for the body hanging lifelessly from the tree. There was hardly any blood to speak of, just a pinkish residue from where the body had touched the clean white linen, which told Clark she had been dead for more than a few hours. It wouldn’t be visible to a human through the recording, but because of his enhanced vision Clark could even see puncture wounds in places and deep gashes from where the girl had been restrained.

 The blond man came into the picture then and the Watcher came towards them, circling around so he could see Buffy’s expression, or at least that’s what he assumed the person with the camera was doing. Buffy's mouth was open in silent gulping sobs, giant tears dripping down her cheeks.

 “Love,” The blond man whispered in an apparent British accent not nearly as refined as the Watchers Clark had heard so far. The man fell to his knees behind her looking up at the tree. He shuddered as tears sprang to his electric blue eyes. “Don’t look Buffy…please kitten, please go back in the house.”

 The man placed his hand on her shoulder, and Buffy turned at the gesture and Clark could no longer see her face as she flung herself into the man’s arms and began to sob harder. “It’s Ray,” she howled. “Oh god, it’s Ray.”

 “Shh,” The blond man hushed, rubbing hands along her back in a comforting gesture. “I know,” He choked. “I know, love.”

 “We…we can’t leave her like that.” She sobbed. “I-I have to get her down.”

 Clark watched the blond man close his eyes and shake his head, “I’ll do it. Go back in the house, please Slayer.”

 “No,” Buffy shook her head as Clark caught the silhouette of another man flying from the house and over to them. The sound of retching could be heard, and it took Clark a second to realize the sound came from whomever had just come from the house and seen the body. “It has to be me. Don’t you see, don’t you get it? I knew,” she sobbed. “I knew what he was doing to her and I didn’t do anything.”

 “Oh, sweet girl, you’ve been trying to find her. We all have. This isn’t your fault.” The man choked.

 “It’s not good enough,” She screamed, shoving away from him and falling on her rear, “And it is my fault, all of it! They were called because of me, because I was too chicken shit to just except the power that was offered to me!”

 A sob broke from her lips, and she turned looking directly at the cameraman a sudden realization dawning in her hollow eyes. “You!” She snarled, her eyes flashing. “It’s you, isn’t it?” She started marching towards the cameraman.

 “Ms.…Ms. Summers,” Whomever was holding the camera stuttered and then she was there, a well-aimed kick flying towards the camera before Clark saw sky for a few seconds.

 “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” She screamed suddenly hovering over the man, the wild fury in her eyes telling Clark that she had every intention of killing this man, and part of Clark couldn’t agree more. “No one else but an Angelus minion would have called me out here for Rayanne! Everyone else would know better!”

 Clark watched as she threw a punch, the sickening sound of cartilage breaking ringing through the speaker as the guy howled in pain. The way her arms were angled next and the gurgling sound through the phone told him she was choking the man before three sets of arms suddenly grabbed her, pulling her off. Clark could hear the man wheeze as he tried to catch his breath while Buffy screamed and fought the three people who had pulled her away. Faith was one of them, and then the blond man, which Clark was pretty sure by now was Spike, and another man, tall, brunet, with an eyepatch. He saw Willow in the distance coming towards them and when she reached them, she touched Buffy’s shoulder before she could react and muttered a few words that sounded like Latin. Buffy suddenly collapsed and Clark realized Willow had put her to sleep. All eyes then turned towards the cameraman.

 “Get her in the house, Xander.” Spike growled.

 “Uh, Spike–” Xander started to say when Spike turned on him.

 “Get her in the bloody fucking house, now!” He snarled, a sound like grinding bone emanating from the man as his voice altered to something more sinister. “I’m not going to kill him.” He said turning back towards the camera as two glowing amber eyes stared at Clark.

 “Speak for yourself,” Faith said marching towards the man. “I’ve been getting those fucking emails too.”

 “So have I,” Willow said, her eyes black as she stared the camera down.

 “We won’t have to kill him,” Spike clarified as he fell in step with Faith. “Angelus will do that for us.”

 “How you figure?” Faith asked, her eyes just as enraged as Buffy’s had been.

 Spike suddenly sprung forward, his arm reaching out and a ripping sound emanated as the man screamed. His hand came back with what looked like a wad of hair. “This enough Red?”

 “Plenty,” Willow said, sudden realization dawning in her black eyes.

 “Now,” Spike said, a sinister grin stretching his fanged mouth, to the whimpering man. “The way I figure it, you got three options. The first being, you can go back to Angelus and give him this tape, at which point he finds out we now have a way to track you, and oh trust me Marcus, he will most definitely kill you for that.” Clark heard the man begin to sob, and part of him wanted to turn off the video at that point but couldn’t look away at the furious amber eyes that stared back at the camera. “Option number two, you can destroy the tape and run, which if we’re being honest would be the preferable of the three, but I’m sure you are well aware of the kind of wrath he would bring down on you if he didn’t get to see his almost masterpiece complete, so I’m sure you won’t.” Spike’s hand suddenly flew forward and the man screamed in pain, “Or option three,” He growled, “Where you run like a coward and keep the tape for leverage, hoping that your usefulness hasn’t run its course.”

 He suddenly had the camera in his hands, staring directly into the screen his eyes burning into the lens. “Looks like your mole got ousted. This is your last one, Angelus. We’re coming for you and when we’re done there won’t be anything left.” The screen suddenly went black as the video cut off.

 Clark let out a trembling breath looking around him and realizing he had slid to the floor at some point, his heart pounding in his chest. God, he didn’t know, he didn’t understand until that moment. That poor girl, no wonder Buffy was desperate. How many girls did she find like that before this one was left for her? How many videos did she force herself to endure before this one was sent, even Faith and Willow had said this wasn’t the first one? Clark squeezed his eyes shut, she had told him, so had Gunn but to see it. She was driven half-crazy by what that vampire had done and he could not blame her for that. What would he do if it was his mother in that position? God, he could only imagine.

 He shakily got to his feet, listening as he heard the sound of a fist hitting leather, he walked to the doors and threw them open, not stopping when she paused to look at him. He had to reassure himself that she was okay, that she wasn’t that angry creature that he saw in the video. He went straight to her, his arms coming around her in a crushing embrace before his lips met hers. God, she was so strong, he didn’t realize how much until that moment. Buffy immediately melted into him, her lips parting for him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She was such a small woman, everything about her was deceptively tiny, except her strength and fortitude both physically and emotionally. To go through what she had and still be able to function on a normal level was just short of a miracle.

 He pulled away and looked down into her green eyes, haunted by her past but not dead and hateful like in the video. He bent down and laid his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I…” He started, “I didn’t…I’m so sorry Buffy.” He whispered, and he could still feel himself trembling. “I didn’t… You hear words like torture, rape, and murder but–”

 “They’re not real until you see it for yourself.” She finished in understanding.

 Clark sighed, hugging her closely, her head resting against his chest. “I get it now, not…but I understand how desperate you must have been to try and save the girls from that.”

 He heard her sniffle, “I didn’t know what else to do. I watched all the others you know, even…even what he did to them. It was my fault, you see; those girls lost their lives because they had a connection to me.” She shook her head, “If they hadn’t been called, they would still be alive today.”

 Clark pulled away and used his hand to raise her chin so he could see her eyes, “You blame yourself for every one of them that dies no matter how it happens, don’t you?”

 She closed her eyes a shuddering breath hissing through her lips, before she opened them, meeting his gaze head on. “How can I not?”

 He sighed, hugging her close again and shook his head. He had no response to that; he didn’t think she should. He didn’t think it was healthy, but he didn’t want to get in an argument about it with her right now either.

 They stayed like that for a little while before she whispered, “You’re shaking.”

 Clark nodded. “I know, the video…I’m still upset.”

 She pulled away, meeting his eyes again. “Do you want me to show you how to throw a punch properly? The heavy bags have been warded well, we can start there.” She looked down, “It will…it will help relieve some of what you’re feeling at least.”

 “Yeah,” He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay.”

 ****<S>**<S>****

 To say Clark was a fast learner when it came to training would have been the understatement of the year. He was an absolute natural. He moved with precision and grace, sometimes striking so fast she almost didn't see him move. 

 As of now she was simply holding the bag for him as he got comfortable with the rhythm of landing punches and even with the wards on the bag, she could feel the impact of his strikes. At this rate she would need her suit within a few days to let him get the feel of fighting a moving target. At some point she might even bring him back to Cleveland to put him up against multiple fighters and see how he did.

 "Remember to move your feet,” She reminded. "A moving target is harder to hit."

 He nodded, bounced on the balls of his feet and struck, the impact of the punch making her bones rattle. "Whoa, nice one Clark." She laughed, "Felt that one in my toes."

 He grinned, striking the bag again harder. "You were right," he said casually in between punches. "This does help."

 She grinned, "Nothing like getting your aggression out with a bit of violence." And then she blushed, smirking, "Well almost nothing." 

 He chuckled as he threw a few more punches in quick succession, his own smirk forming on his lips. He had a mischievous look in his eyes and had just opened his mouth to comment when Buffy’s phone rang.

 Buffy sighed, releasing the bag. "That will either be Wes or Willow."

 It was now around three in the afternoon; Clark had told her he had to pick his mom up at six and it was an hour drive to Smallville from where they were. So, she was grateful that they were going to be able to get this taken care of before meeting his mom.

 Buffy walked over to her phone and answered. "Hey Wes," she said in greeting. "What's the haps?"

 He was silent for a moment and she could almost hear him roll his eyes at her butchering of the English language. "Willow," He began, "should be there shortly. Dawn would also like to see you. I told her I would call her once Willow was done securing the pendants."

 Buffy frowned, “What? Why?”

 “Dawn and I have come to the conclusion that one of the languages in the prophecy that I have been unable to identify, is most likely written in the script of Clark’s home world.” He paused, “We are going to need access to the ship, unless of course Clark can read it.”

 Buffy looked at Clark and raised an eyebrow, but he quickly shook his head. “Only a few words,” He confirmed. “I think the computer on the ship might be able to translate it though.”

 “That’s a negative, Wes,” Buffy answered, beginning to pace. “But he agrees that the computer on the ship should be able to do the job.”

 “Very well, I’ll inform Dawn to dress accordingly. The ship is still in the same location I presume?” He asked.

 “Whoa,” Buffy said halting her steps, realizing what he was suggesting. “You want us to go tonight? Clark has to pick up his mom from work, Wes.”

 “I think it would be for the best. The sooner we get this prophecy translated, the better.” He paused. “Lorne told me I needed to send out more Slayers to India, Kansas, and Metropolis within the next two weeks and I would very much like to know if I should be sending two or a few hundred. If this prophecy gives any indication of what’s to come, I would very much like to know what it is.”

 Buffy and Clark exchanged worried looks. “He only told me something was coming for Clark, and we’re gonna need all hands-on deck when it does.”

 Buffy watched Clark swallow nervously. “He told me my time for hiding was almost up, but he said it was in the coming month.” His eyes widened in realization. “We need to translate that prophecy.”

 Buffy nodded in agreement, “And I need to train you harder than just beating on a bag, which means it’s gonna be eight-hour days from here on out.” Clark opened his mouth to argue and she held up her hand, “We’ll get as much as we need to do in the mornings done, but if for whatever reason we can’t, I would loan you the money before I would let you lose your home.”

 Clark frowned, “Buffy–”

 “Take it from someone who knows what those kinda money troubles feel like,” She interrupted again. “I think in the scheme of things saving the world is a little more important than pride, don’t you?”

 His frown deepened. “You think it’s going to be that big?”

 “Lorne said all hands-on deck and it’s you. Someone coming after you has got to be as powerful, if not more.” She watched his face fall and reached out her hand out running it down his arm, “You’ll be ready, and now that we have a general idea of where this stuff might take place, we’ll all be even more prepared.”

 “Wes,” she said, addressing the Watcher once more. “Were gonna need Willow to keep close, and I would call Illyria back from Cairo.”

 “I agree,” Wesley said, just as a portal opened up and Willow walked through. Her smile melting away at the look on both Buffy and Clark’s faces.

 “Uh-oh,” Willow said nervously. “I know that face.”

 “Is that Willow?” Wesley asked over the line.

 “Yeah,” Buffy said.

 “Let me speak with her, please.”

 Buffy held out the phone to Willow, who frowned but took it anyway. “Hey Wes,” Willow said in greeting as Buffy walked over to where Clark was standing looking more than a little worried.

 “Hey,” she said quietly.

 He attempted to smile but he couldn’t pull it off. “Hey, yourself.”

 She bit her lip watching him, seeing the turmoil play across his face of having an unknown enemy out there that could be responsible for hurting others when they decided to rear their ugly heads. She didn’t blame him, if she needed to pull out her big guns as Lorne hinted then it could definitely get bad. She was optimistic however, because of what she’d had to face in her past. Clark didn’t have that same luxury.

 “I-I know you’re not exactly used to going up against big bads, or having to fight gods,” she started. “But I promise you Clark, no matter what it is we’ll deal with it together. Tonight, I’ll have my sister meet us at your place and we’ll go to the ship and find out what this prophecy says. Whatever’s coming, we’ll deal. I promise you; we won’t lose.”

 “How do you know?” He asked, a bit of hope showing in his eyes.

 She stared at him seriously, “Because I don’t lose when it’s the world.”

 His lips quirked slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something when Willow walked up to them. “Wes wants me to fit you for a suit,” She said to Clark, handing Buffy her phone before saying, “And, he wants to talk to you.”

 As Buffy reached for the phone Clark said, “I already have a suit and it’s Kryptonian.”

 Both Buffy and Willow blinked in surprise at his words, their voices ringing out in unison. “You do?”

 He nodded, “Yeah, it’s on the ship still, but I have one.”

 Willow smiled, “Well then, that’s gonna make this quicker. Can you bring it to me? I can enhance it with magic, add some safety features and protect you against the mystical.”

 “Will that still work, even if the material isn’t of Earth?” He asked.

 “Yeah Wes,” Buffy finally said into her phone, pulling herself away from the conversation. So, Clark already had a suit, she wondered what it looked like.

 “So, for the time being I’m going to send fifty Slayers to each location, but keep the others on standby incase things go pear-shaped.” He said, already planning ahead. “I’ll also be moving quite a few closer to all three locations, that way all the girls have backup nearby. I think Willow should stay there at the safehouse that way she’s not far from either of you.”

 “And Dawn, Xander, and the kids? They live in Metropolis after all.” Buffy asked.

 “Perhaps you should explain the situation to her when she gets there. Staying there at the safe house with Willow might also be a wise move for them.” Wes said, adding, “As well as a few Slayers. I know Faith’s been itching to get out of Cleveland for a mission, maybe she and a few of the other girls should accompany her.”

 “Just as long as it’s not Tanya, that girl’s a liability and she doesn’t listen to anyone.” Buffy said.

 “I concur,” Wesley agreed. “Only the girls who are focused and dedicated will be allowed to participate in this mission. I would like as little casualties as possible.”

 “I agree,” Buffy nodded, “What about the mystics, how many of those can we tap?”

 “I have sixty-eight on file, I’ll start making phone calls now.”  He sighed. “I’m just glad we have this much to go on.”

 “Me too,” Buffy agreed. “I’ll call Dawn when Willow gets done here and tell her where to meet us and to put on her suit and a warm hat.”

 “Very well,” he said. “Call me when you know more and I’ll begin the preparations.”

 Buffy hung up, walking back over to Willow and Clark as they spoke to each other a bit awkwardly. “So, let’s get this over with Wills.”

 Willow quickly nodded opening a small bag she brought with her. “So,” she said quickly. “These were a bit difficult to make since from what we’ve read the compulsion itself seems to be based purely on hormones as well as a need to unite your souls.” She looked at them both, “It took me a little while to find what I needed and even longer to put the spell together.” She sighed, “The pendants themselves will be made out of several crystals used to block compulsion, amethyst, ametrine, chrysocolla, and ruby.”

 Willow pulled out two small corked vials filled with multicolored stones and handed them to both Buffy and Clark. “Now, hold out your hands and link your free ones together.”

 Buffy and Clark did as she asked, holding their hands out palm up. Willow placed a vial in each of their hands and then covered them with her own hands, closing her eyes and beginning to chant. Buffy immediately began to feel her hand heat up and for a second it almost became unbearable and Buffy even watched Clark wince from the heat. It was gone just as quickly however and in its place were two hard looking marble like multicolored stones with a dark metallic chain that would hang from each of their necks. Buffy heard Willow mutter one more spell that she recognized to be a ward against breaking.

 “Well go on.” Willow said smiling happily at her work. “Try them on, see if it worked.”

 Buffy quickly slipped the necklace over her head and a sigh of relief left her lips. The sexual tension that had never fully abated her all day finally easing enough to where she wasn’t thinking about sex every few seconds.

 Clark had a similar reaction, his face seeming to ease slightly, but Buffy was surprised when he turned to Willow and asked, “You said the compulsion is only based on hormones, does that mean any feeling we have that aren’t sexual are real?”

 Willow nodded, “Of course, real love is something that can only be based off of free will. Its why love spells don’t ever work. You can’t force someone to love you.”

 Buffy watched amused as Clark seemed to sigh in relief, and then quickly blushed when he noticed her watching him. “Come on stud,” she said hooking her arm through his and dragging him towards the door of the training room. “Let me go grab my stuff before we go get your mom,” a grin creeping over her face as she turned and wished Willow a good night and a promise to catch up tomorrow. “And for the record”, she added quietly as they walked out of the training room. “I still want to jump you, that hasn’t changed even with the necklace on.”

 He quickly reached out to grab her arm, but she easily dodged him and took off down the hallway, a blush and a giggle leaving her lips.

 Clark was suddenly there in front of her, a crooked and devilish smile on his lips. “Is that so?” And then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she squealed in surprise.

[stardew-goblin]

why their favourite items are their favourite items for the bachelorettes? you can just pick one item if you like

OH I’ve been thinking about this since I started playing! I tried to do the things that aren’t as commonly thought about as favorites. I hope you enjoy! Thank you ily <3

HA so after doing all of the bachelors I re-read and realized it was only an ask for the bachelorettes SO you get both now hehe

Sebastian

Favorite thing: Pumpkin soup

His dad left them in the fall which is why he has an aversion to most of the autumn seasonal flavors

He was really attached to his dad as a baby so when he abandoned them it hurt Sebastian really badly

The one thing he can’t seem to stay away from is pumpkin soup though

Robin actually has cooked it since he can remember

It was his dads favorite too

It brings back the good memories he has from when his parents were together

Robin only makes it when Maru and Demetrius are out together doing sciency things

They sit on the couch together and watch old movies and bond while they eat it but Robin keeps it a secret because she knows he doesn’t like to come across as a softie

She’ll also make him some if she knows he’s particularly down. She’ll just run it down to his room, kiss him on the forehead, remind him that she’s always there if he needs to talk, and leaves him be

Sam

Favorite thing: Tigerseye

Before Kent could afford the mermaid pendant for Jodi, his mom gave him an old tigerseye ring to propose with

Sam always though it was more romantic than a stupid mermaid pendant (basic, duh)

He used to sit on his grandma’s lap as a kid and she would tell him all about his grandpa who died before Sam was born

He was poor, too, when they got married and he managed to trade some manual labor for the ring

It always reminds him of his family and how much he loves them

100% will propose with a tigerseye ring instead of a mermaid pendant

Harvey

Favorite thing: Coffee

Started drinking coffee in middle school

His grandma would always brew a pot while he was over and they would sit and chat about life

The smell of coffee always reminds him of her

He still makes it how she would make it for him. 2 spoonfuls of sugar. That’s it.

He regularly uses the coffee cup he would always use at her house

It has ducks on it with blue trim

Every year on the anniversary of her death he’ll bring a thermos and two cups and sit at her grave and drink coffee and talk about how life is going

He misses his grandma very much

Elliott

Favorite thing: Pomegranate

He knew Leah before he moved to the valley

They’ve been best friends for years

He gets sick a lot and tends to forget to take care of himself sometimes

Leah has always made sure he was okay

She would bring him fruits and soup and make sure he was staying hydrated

One day she brought a few pomegranates

How the fUCK do you eat a pomegranate ??

Leah help me please for the love Yoba what is this weird ass fruit you’ve brought to me on my death bed

Once he actually ate some though, he could not get enough.

It was the first thing he could actually taste in days and it was so sweet and flavorful

He will not buy his own pomegranates though.

It has to be a gift or it’s not the same

Shane

Favorite thing: Hot pepper

Used to struggle with really bad anxiety

He would disassociate a lot

Struggled with mental grounding techniques

So one day is dad was like

Here son

Bite into this hot ass pepper

It was so spicy that it snapped Shane back into reality

He used to keep a ziplock bag of hot peppers in his pocket

Sometimes will still bite into one if he’s particularly going through it

One time gave Sam one at work and told him it wasn’t spicy

Sam cried in the bathroom for 20 minutes

Now Shane has to keep his waterbottles with him at all times because Sam puts weird stuff in them as payback

Alex

Favorite thing: complete breakfast

Alex never wanted to leave his room after his mom died

He would cry himself to sleep every night

He refused to eat with his grandparents

Evelyn would make him hashbrowns, eggs, and pancakes with a side of milk every morning

And would leave it in his room for him to eat when he was hungry

And would always stick a note on the tray reading “breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I love you always. Grandma.”

She never pressured him to do something he didn’t want to do

But ALWAYS reminded him that he was loved

Complete breakfast reminds him that Evelyn loves him no matter what

It will always feel like a warm hug

Abigail

Favorite thing: Pufferfish

When Abigail was little, Pierre and Caroline used to take her to the aquarium in Zuzu City

Her favorite was always the pufferfish

She felt like she could relate to them

Always keeping people at an arms length

Tough when she has to be

She used to collect pufferfish plushies

Does not actually eat them

She could never

But she likes how you can die from consuming them incorrectly

Kicking ass from beyond the grave

Haley

Favorite thing: Coconut

She actually likes the smell more than anything but is a sucker for coconut shavings on her desserts

She’s allergic to coconut

But it isn’t deadly

Emily used to use coconut body spray to hide the weed smell when she was in high school

Haley thought Emily was so cool

Will always remind her of when her and her sister got along better

Haley has a mean streak but is very sentimental

She’ll still tease Emily about it

Keeps a small bottle of coconut body spray in her room for when she needs to feel better

Will not admit to anyone ever about why she likes coconut so much

Penny

Favorite thing: Tom Kha Soup

Elliott actually introduced Penny to the dish

Penny and Pam had gotten into a particularly nasty argument which left Penny in tears

It was pouring but she needed out of the trailer

She went to sit on the docks to listen to the ocean until she calmed down

Elliott saw her sitting alone in the cold rain and invited her inside

He was just about to sit down for one of his favorites, Tom Kha soup, and gladly prepared a bowl for Penny

She had never been close to Elliott even though she saw him at the library often

The soup was delicious

And she was blown away by his kindness and how easily she felt comfortable talking to him

She tries to cook it (it’s terrible)

She always beings some to Elliott (he never comments on how awful it is, and politely accepts it)

(He throws it in the ocean when she’s gone though)

Emily

Favorite thing: Survival burger

Emily is a vegetarian

Her favorite food before she went vegetarian was cheeseburgers

Her first girlfriend showed her how to make burgers from eggplant

She is the one who showed Gus how to make them and season them properly to taste good

She got Haley hooked on them too

She’s lowkey one of those vegetarians that wants everyone to be a vegetarian

Her favorite recipe to show off because it really does taste like a frickin burger

Maru

Favorite thing: Rhubarb Pie

Maru really wishes that she and Sebastian were still close

As small children they did everything together

She looked up to her big brother

They used to play in the lake by their house during summers

She would always catch frogs. It was her favorite thing.

They would come into the cool house when the sun went down and lounge on the couch watching cartoons

Robin would frequently make Rhubarb pie for dessert

Maru and Sebastian loved it

They would eat it in front of the TV and joke around with each other

Rhubarb Pie still reminds her of those warm summer nights when her big brother was still her best friend

Leah

Favorite thing: stir fry

The first time she ever tried stir fry was right before she moved to the valley

Like literally her last meal in the city was stir fry from a restaurant around the corner from her old apartment

It was their only option that had mostly vegetables and oh my Yoba was it delicious

The day she moved was the most hopeful day she’s ever had in her life

New beginnings were terrifying but Leah knew everything would be okay

She always makes stir fry before she tries something she’s terrified to do

It reminds her that new things are scary but she can really do anything she puts her mind to