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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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I know there’s a scene in season 3 where five is singing at diego and lila’a wedding and i’m so in love with that scene 😭 I wish there was more to it especially since drunk five is the best five so i wanna ask for one with what five would do for y/n while he’s drunk pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻 it can be fluff or smut just so the thing cute n schemxy from my mans five 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (some ideas:a wedding, party, worn out from work, a tiny date gone rogue 🤭)

I also love drunk Five. Please accept this as my humble smutty offering. There is a link to the song Five sings in the body of the text so feel free to listen along!

Boy Wonder | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 2.7k words, Rated E

Diego and Lila were long gone, off in search of somewhere where the floor buzzed along with the music. The bar you ended up in was only supposed to be a place for you to have a few drinks before finding somewhere higher energy, but you and Five found yourselves quite happily installed there, drinking and putting the world to rights.

“And another thing,” he slurred, finishing his seventh Guinness with a slurp, “academics never actually do anything. They just navel gaze.”

“I’m just saying,” you reply, “you’d know more about theoretical physics than the Professors. You’d have a lot to offer the world.”

“Hey, I’ve given the world enough already. I saved it-” he counted on his fingers and then stopped, his brow furrowed, “...actually, did I save it?”

He contemplated for a second and then shrugged, waving this away with a careless hand.

“Well, whatever. I don’t want to go into academia.”

“Fair enough,” you said, “just a thought.”

He returned his attention to the laminated book on the table and you took the cue to buy you both another drink.

This was all your doing, really. Well, not entirely, (you didn’t pour that amount of stout down his neck) but you at least contributed to the atmosphere that got him into that state.

Work was shitty, more than usually shitty, in fact. The only consolation throughout was the knowledge that it was Friday. When five o’clock finally rolled around, all you wanted to do was blow off some steam.

After a few hours at the bar, you were more than tipsy yourself, but Five could drink you under the table and you learned very early in your relationship not to try and keep up with him. He was looking down at the book with a serious expression, flicking through the pages. As you watched, he cast off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to the elbow, as if the mental energy needed to make his choice was making him sweat.

By the time you returned to the table, his tie was loosened and a couple of shirt buttons undone too.

“You not chosen yet?”

“I have if you wanna duet.”

“No!” you said, “I don’t know why you want to go up there.”

“Because it’s fun, obv-ously,” he replied, trying to sound reasonable but failing as a result of his slurred voice.

“Come on,” he said, cajolingly, looking up at you with his most beguiling smile, “I’ll be John Travolta and you can be Olivia Newton John.”

“Honestly,” you wince, “I think I’d rather perform my own appendectomy.”

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll do it on my own. I’ll blow this shitty place away, you watch."

“Okay," you said, eyebrows raised skeptically, "but you’re up next so you better choose quick.”

He returned his eyes the the list of songs and leaned his cheek heavily on his hand. He scanned the list for a couple more seconds before a look of triumph spread over his face.

“I got one! It’s gonna be great-”

“It’s My Way, isn’t it?” you said, cutting him off.

He looked at you disbelievingly.

“How did you-?”

“Because that’s what every man over fifty chooses to sing at a Karaoke place.”

Five pouted at this, eyebrows lowering and bottom lip sticking out.

The expression, so out-of-character for him, struck your booze-clouded brain as funny, and you let out a messy peal of laughter, choking on your Guinness and indelicately spitting some back into the glass.

Five, watching this, began to laugh too. Disregarding the book, he leaned heavily against you, his shoulder shaking with chuckles as it made contact with your upper arm. Then, in a feline tribute of affection, he rubbed his head against yours.

“I-love you,” he said, softly.

You closed your eyes and returned his caress.

“I love you too, sweet guy.”

“You’re my best friend- yknow that?”

You smiled and started to laugh a little again as he continued to rub himself against you, probably slightly harder than he intended and apparently oblivious to how strange he might look to an onlooker.

“You’re my best friend and you touch my penis. It’s am-azing,” he said, voice dragging slightly. “You’re amazing.”

Laughing at this, you held him to you more tightly, stroking his firm bicep through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re just as-bolutely perfect.” he added.

Though this warmed your heart, as the more sober of the pair of you, you were aware that the guy currently singing was limping his way through the final bars of Wonderwall.

“Come on, sweet guy.” you said, kissing his hair, “You gonna go up there and make everyone listen to My Way?”

“Nah.” he said, sitting up straight and pulling himself to an unsteady stand, “I got a better idea.”

With an overly-expressive wink, he wended his way over, weaving slightly. He took the mic from the last patron with a muttered word of thanks and cursed as he tripped up the single step up onto the slightly raised karaoke stage. You wince in sympathy, slightly anxious for what's to come.

After consulting the laminated song list one more time, he punched the number into the machine with a look of intense concentration as he tried not to let his finger stray too far from the keypad.

As the introduction began, filling the noisy bar with a soulful whine of guitar, he tried to fumble the mic back into its stand, but seemed to give up as the first line of the song came upon him.

Leaning close, he briefly closed his eyes as he began to sing.

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“If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass, Can't think of anythin' I need,”

When his eyes opened again, they lock on you, messy hair falling in a curtain over one eye.

“No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound, Nothing to eat, no books to read,”

Even as drunk as he was, he sounded good; his voice an unusual middle ground between tenor and baritone. Though the words themselves were a little indistinct at times, the notes flowed from one to another with a sweet, natural fluidity.

“Making love with you, Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired,”

His mouth twitched at this, and you smiled back. That exchanged look told you that your minds were similarly engaged, both recalling the same memories.

“What more could I ask, There's nothing left to be desired,”

His body moved, swaying gently along with the music, the smile still alive in his eyes. Though his posture was slumped, his movements were surprisingly graceful.

“Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak, So sleep, silent angel, Go to sleep”

As the chorus swelled, he again closed his eyes in feeling with the words he was singing. He leaned into the mic stand, tipping it slightly.

“Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe And to love you…” smut below cut

Finally back at home, you stripped off your dress while Five chomped his way mercilessly through a sharing bag of Ruffles. He was sitting at his desk in his unbuttoned shirt and underwear, having become distracted by the chips midway through getting changed. His hair was sticking up in all directions from all the times he ran his fingers through it.

“We’re going to be hungover tomorrow, aren’t we?” you groan, the slight spinning of your head notifying you of the fact.

“Not me!” he said through a huge mouthful, “I’m the fuckin’ boy wonder. Gonna enjoy this twenty-year old metabolism while I have it. I’ll probably sleep it off and wake up fresh as a daisy.”

“All right, don’t rub it in,” you grumbled, pulling on a short nightdress.

He chuckled blurrily.

“Drink that coffee, you’ll be fine, and finish these Ruffles,” he said, offering you the bag.

With one hand, you fanned yourself like a flustered debutante having just been asked to dance.

“I’m honored.”

“Well,” he said with ironic suavity, “I’ll get by without them. I got you.”

You took them from him and smiled.

“You sure know how to treat a lady.”

“I happen to know you ain’t no lady.” he said, drunken grin broadening.

“Luckily for me,” he added, with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at him, sat down on the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. Leaning comfortably against the headboard, you sipped your coffee and slowly ate the chips looking unseeingly up at the ceiling. You weren’t as badly drunk as you thought: it wasn’t even spinning.

After a few minute, a prickling sensation alerted you to his eyes upon you.

Five was always afflicted by a terrible case of rubber neck, and this intensified tenfold when drunk. Some days, all you had to do was walk past to turn his head, eyes following you with a salacious glower. You thought it probably had something to do with his heightened libido since de-aging his body combined with having spent most of his life without female company of the flesh-and-blood variety. Whatever the reason, his lust was very easy to inflame.

His eyes were combing your upper thighs and the swell of buttocks just skimmed by the hem of your night dress. Not removing his gaze, he stood up and moved towards the bed.

“You know…I’m not too drunk. Want me to show you how I treat a lady?”

Teasingly, you stretched your legs out, obscuring yourself from his view and forcing his eyes to find yours.

“You want your best friend to touch your penis again?”

He nodded and smiled mischievously. The sharp canines beneath his lips gave him the look of a tormenting imp. That look was all you needed. You slipped off your panties and shuffled down the bed inviting him to join you with a single tilt of your head.

He didn’t need further prompting, depositing his coffee on the desk and practically tripping over himself to join you. He was already half-hard beneath his underwear, tenting at what looked like an uncomfortable angle. His dick apparently already insisting on release, he pulled off the offending garment and let it out with a gentle bounce.

Stroking your thighs, he parted your legs to reveal your spread pussy.

“Mm.” he said, as he looked down at you, “hello.”

He let out an almost disbelieving exhale, cock swelling visibly as he drank in the sight. He took himself in hand and gave himself a long stroke before lowering his head and running his tongue down the entire length of your slit. With a s long exhale, he surfaced again.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, voice heavy with lascivious satisfaction, “I don’t need ruffles when I can eat this.”

Despite the arousal, you couldn’t help laughing at this; at the seriousness with which he said it. Alcohol and dirty-talk was always a strange combination with Five. He was usually talkative during sex, but any amount of booze loosened his lips even more, throwing the few inhibitions he had out of the window. The result was sometimes hot, sometimes bizarre and most often a strange mix of the two.

“It’s lucky they weren’t jalapeno flavor,” you quip.

Clearly not wanting to entertain any more joking around, he looked at you with a look of amused disapproval before repositioning himself. He straddled your shoulders and let his cock hang tantalizingly down towards your face. After another couple of moments stroking your legs and enjoying the view, he dove hungrily back between your thighs.

You raised your head to meet him and you groaned simultaneously as the length of his cock slid between your lips. His licks, pecks and sucks at your clitoris sent dancing flames outwards from the point his lips touched.

It was hard to focus on pleasuring him when he was driving you so mad with his attentions. He was eating you as if he’d been starved for days. His tongue wormed its way inside you, seeking out the wetness he’d already produced and tasting it eagerly.

You moaned around his dick as your pussy gushed juice in time with his mouth. Even with the booze and with his far-from-precise mouth movements, every sensation felt magnified: every one of his appreciative little noises sent a jolt up your body, each twinge of pleasure he gave you like the sun on the petals of an opening flower.

His hair tickled your thighs, sending little shocks along your sensitive skin; his hands holding your legs open anchored you to the bed. As he lowered himself as far into your mouth as he could go, his balls came into gentle contact with your face. The clean, pheromone scent of him adding to the heady mix of sensation carrying you away.

You caressed them gently with one hand as he surfaced again, hissing as he withdrew from your mouth.

“Oh, you’re perfect,” he said, throatily.

“So are you,” you whispered, gently rubbing the velvet shaft of his dick with your other hand.

“Look at you,” he breathed.

He made a noise part way between a moan and a sigh as he stroked his fingers across your clit, dipping his fingers down to spread some of the wetness higher up.

Soon, apparently unable to resist, he was back with his head between your legs and his cock in your mouth. In time with his licks and sucks to your clit, his pelvis began to move in tiny little thrusts, fucking your face with gentle, measured strokes. You could feel his hot breath on you as his pleasure grew.

“Mmm!” you groaned, your voice muffled around his cock, so hard yet twitching in your mouth.

His tongue was causing flutters like wings across every nerve: overlapping flames absorbing all the air inside you, building ripples upon ripples until all was turmoil. At last, you let go and came into his mouth, your humming cries undulating and sending vibrations along his entire length.

As you rode out the waves of your orgasm, you could feel his body tensing as he edged closer to his own peak, slowing his hips to try to delay. You didn’t allow this, putting one hand on each of his buttcheeks and urging him to resume his movements.

As your muscles relaxed and warmth spread from the site of your orgasm outwards, Five’s pelvis resumed its neat thrusts, tight and careful not to make you uncomfortable. With your permission granted, he chased his own pleasure, growling like some desperate, cornered creature.

Coming to his aid, you bobbed your head in time with his movements, taking him to the depth he needed. After that, it only took a few shifts of your tongue around his shaft before it began pumping into you, stretching the tight press of your lips with each shot. His come hit the back of your throat, salty and potent as he let out a wavering cry.

Slowly, tensing from the sensitivity, he withdrew. He clambered off you and knelt for on the bed, looking comically scruffy with his hair all over the place, (not to mention the fact he was wearing nothing but his shirt).

He blinked dazedly, staring into the middle distance. The rush of the retreating orgasm apparently interacting strangely with his intoxication. After a couple of moments, he turned his eyes to you, fixing you with a bloodshot gaze.

“That was really good, but I’m afraid I need to puke now.”

And then, he was at the window with surprising speed, lifting the sash and vomiting liquid and undigested potato chips heavily onto the fire escape. For a few moments after the retching subsided, he stayed that way, head out of the window with the cool night air whipping around his face, refreshing his lungs.

His hand fumbled for a water bottle by the bed and you passed it to him. With this, he rinsed his mouth three times and poured the rest outside to swill some of his puke away.

“Sorry about that,” he said, catching his breath and closing the window.

“I’ll try not to take it personally.” you said, “you okay?”

“Sure. I just need to sleep now.”

You budged up, giving him room and he moved gratefully into your arms. He snuggled backwards into you, laying his head tightly against yours. You were spooning him warm and close.

He sighed contentedly, as if right here was where he always wanted to be; the entire day having only served to deprive him of his need.

“Whatever happened to ‘the boy wonder’”

Five snickered weakly.

“Turns out he tapped out around that sixth Guinness or so.”

You laid a gentle kiss on head.

"You feeling better after your shitty day?" He mumbled, sleepily.

“Yes,” you said, soothingly, stroking his messy hair, “but you need to go to sleep, darling. Just go to sleep."

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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Inspired by @yourallihave 's request!!

i dont know if you’re doing requests but if u do can i please req a peter parker x wilson! avenger! reader (deadpool)? except reader is only similar to their dad bcs of how good they are at killing people but they’re pretty awkward and shy so all the avengers freak out when they find out they’re deadpool’s kid through an interaction on the field? PLEASE have their weapon be a huge scythe 🤍🤍 feel free to experiment with this bcs i have no super clear idea,, thank you!!

“Hey!” You heard a cheery voice call right behind you. You closed your locker trying not to let your books fall to the ground before tuning around.

“Oh, hey” You replied, surprised by the presence of the cute, curly-haired boy in your chemistry class.

“y/n, right?” He asked scratching the back of his neck, his eyes fixated on the ground.

“yes.” You muttered as your cheeks heated up. You've had a crush on that boy since the beginning of the school year; he was your “permanent crush”, that one person that you’ll always like and that your mind always goes back to, even though you’ve rarely even spoken to the boy. “What can I do for you Peter?”

“Oh you know my name. That’s- that’s good. That is reaaally good.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. “Can I- do you- how- how are you?” He stumbled over his words a few times. If you weren’t blinded by the fact that Peter Parked was talking to you, you’d think the scene was almost painful to watch. “I heard you had the flu last week so you weren’t in class, but since you’re here now I assume you feel better, don't you? Do you- are you better?”

“I’m better, yes, I guess. Thanks for asking.” You chuckle. You felt confused and amused by the situation.

“I just-“ He paused before taking a deep breath. “So, when you were not here we were assigned projects in couples in chemistry class. It’s due in a few weeks, I figured we should start working on it, since you’re better and the flu is go-”

“Wo-wo-wo wait. So…we’re partners?” You asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic (which you were) and also trying to keep your eyes from lighting up.

“Yeah, wait- haven’t I mentioned that?” He blushed from embarrassment for not having said the one thing he came here to tell you.

“No, but I figured.” You chuckled.

“So, should we start working on it like, maybe…after school?” His voice went lower in volume by the end of the question.

“Yeah, absolutely. Sure.” You replied, a little too soon.

“Great!” The biggest smile appeared on his face at your answer. “How about tomorrow? At mine?”

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow.” You waved as you turned around, starting to walk towards your class. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold your smile in for much longer, so you let it blossom the moment you turned your back on the boy.

Little did you know, so did he.

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“Morning old scumbag” You greeted your father, sipping your morning tea.

“Good morning to you, too, my little bundle of joy” Wade replied with a big smile painted on his face.

“I won’t be home for lunch today.” You informed. “I’ve got to work on a group project, we wanna get it over with as soon as possible.” “Alright. What kind of project is it? Maybe I can he-“ “Chemistry. Science. Maths. Whatever stuff you suck at.”

“Well, good thing it’s a group project then, because we both know you got that from me.” He sweet tone trying to take the focus off the passive-aggressive insult. It was your relationship. You loved each other very much, and that was just your weird, twisted way of showing it. If you’d ever be seen in public together you’d both probably get taken, or at least questioned, by authorities. And the sole thought of that made the two of you laugh every time.

Truth is, your father rarely left home as a civilian, he always did in his “superhero” costume. And you never were allowed to go out and fight, so you only ever left as y/n Wilson.

“C’mon, it’s late. I’m driving you.” Wade declared in a decisive tone as he grabbed the car keys and walked to the door.

“What- I can get the bus dad, thanks.”

“Why? What do you have to hide? Or even better, WHO?”

“Nobody! I just-“

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t!”

He gasped. “You have a girlfriend!”

“I’m not dating anyone!”

“You sound rather defensive for a teenager who doesn’t have a-”

“OKAY BYE DAD, I’ll see you later.” You said, quickly getting your coat and walking towards the door.

“You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” His face fell a little to the (wrong) realization, which made your heart fall a little, too.

“That’s absolutely not it! I just- none of the other kids is driven to school, and I-“

“No, it’s fine, I understand. Who would want to be seen with a monster like me? You better go or you’ll miss the bus.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Fine. You can drive me.”

“YES!” He clapped his hands, opening the door. “Works like a charm every single time!”

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“There we are. Have a nice day and break up with whomever you’re dating because you’re under the age of 70, which is the right age to start dating.” He said in one breath with a mocking smile plastered on his face. He kissed your forehead before you opened the door.

“I’ll see you later.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your father. You started walking towards the school entrance.

“Hey y/n!” You heard Peter’s voice call.

“Hey, Pete!”

“So, are we still on for today?”

“Yeah, totally.” You smiled warmly, the same warmth that spread from you stomach to your face every time he talked to you. Your conversation was interrupted by your ringtone, so you quickly excused yourself to walk away and answer.

“What now, dad?" “Who is that?!”

“That who?” “The boy you’re talking to! I said no boyfriend, and you reassured me that-“

“Is that why you insisted on driving me this time?” You whisper-yelled on the phone, making sure Peter couldn’t hear this embarrassing conversation (little did you know, his spidey senses made it so that his hearing was way above average).

“Of course! Why would I do that then?”

“I don’t know, because New York is dangerous?”

“Oh no, I don’t worry about that. Isn’t your school Spider-guy’s territory? I like that guy, he has a nice costume.”

“Are you saying I cannot take care of myself?”

“Oh please, you could save the Avengers and their mothers from an alien-zombie apocalypse, and you know it damn well!”

“Ow, don’t make me blush now.” You giggled.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, because we are not together!” You said one last time before hanging up.

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“So, you’re saying that you’ve never seen Star Wars?!” Peter widened his eyes, making you giggle at his reaction.

“Never.”

“Get out.” He shoved you jokingly, trying to stay serious, but failing.

“Hey! You’ve never been to the Avengers Museum!”

“Those things are on two separate levels of importance, and Star Wars comes first. Star Wars always comes first!”

You giggled.

“This ice cream is good, isn’t it?” You asked, racing against the blinding sun to avoid wasting your food. “Thanks again, by the way. It was really nice of you to offer.” Saying this took all your strength

“It’s my pleasure. Glad you enjoy it.” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, which made you smile softly.

As you were talking, Peter stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hey, Pere, is everything okay?” You asked, worried.

“Yeah, it’s just…I thought I’d seen something.” He dismisses, still looking rather confused and cautious.

“Are you sure? If it’s a bad moment we can reschedule for anoth-“

“RUN!” Peter interrupted you.

The two of you started running, as fast and far as possible. Peter was rather impressed by the resistance and constancy of your running: you looked like you could easily keep up with him, and he was a superhero. This made him feel relieved, though, because it meant that you were going to be fine and safe. Although, he knew you’d be safe because he had made a promise to himself to keep you safe (and happy) the day he had seen you smile for the first time. He couldn’t bear a day without seeing that spark in his eyes, which had soon grown to be the light to his own eyes.

Pete found it funny how he would always realize his feelings or have his deepest thoughts right these moments, when he knew there was nothing he could do about it, nothing but fight; fight to see the light another day, so that he could make it right. And with you, he wanted nothing more.

To be exact, he realized all this the second he saw you laying on the floor, hopeless and scared. Your foot had gotten caught in the menace that was about to frighten the whole city: creatures started arising from the ground. The closest definition for these alien monsters — or what the Avengers later on simplified the species as — was just “zombies”.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Peter screamed, running back to you the second he realized he wasn’t holding your hand anymore.

“Not really” You joked.

“Oh my- it’s A HAND, your ankle got caught IN A HAND! God, I swear we’ll fix this, You’ll be free in no time, just-“ Peter started to panic as he tried to use his strength to set you free, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“Pete, why don’t you go find someone who could help, you’re pretty fast.”

“I won’t leav-“

“PETER THE REST OF HIS ARM JUST STUCK OUT OF THE GROUND” You shouted. “Please, find someone!” You begged him.

He looked deep in your eyes, then he nodded with determination and sprinted away.

“Oh sweetie, those nails…” You looked at the hand that was gripping your leg. “Let me fix that for you.” You commented as your hand reached the little pen in your pocket. The second you pressed the little button underneath it, it immediately revealed your loyal and beloved scythe. Before you knew it you were free from the strong grip, and an alien arm was laying on the floor.

You started running in the direction Peter had gone in. He had started running just a minute ago: he was fast but he couldn’t be too far.

Little did you know, Spiderman arrived as you left. He worried not seeing you there, but his curiosity won over his worry when he saw the arm detached from the rest of the body in the same spot you were trapped soon before. He knew you were free from that danger, but he didn’t know how many more traps were lying around.

“Hey Cap, there’s one of those alien zombie things here, but this one has a sense of fashion; in fact, this one’s wearing spandex.”

“Mr Stark!”

“C’mon Spidey, the big guys are waiting for us.”

As you were running you saw Iron-Man himself fly just above your head, closely followed by a web-shooting Spiderman! They were so fast, but you knew you could reach them. You could have been a hero after all.

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“I wouldn’t…mind…a hand over h-here” Spider-man said between breaths as he fought for his life, and for the life of his city.

“Yeah, I gotta agree with the kid on this one.” Sam replied through the earpiece everyone was wearing as he jolted in the air, trying to fight off as many bad guys as possible.

“I wouldn’t mind a vacation.” Nat said as her feet landed on the ground after kicking people in the air for over thirty minutes.

“And I guess he wouldn’t mind an ambulance.” Clint chuckled to himself as another one of his arrows landed perfectly in a bad guy’s leg.

Iron Man’s hands were shooting lasers all around while the turbo from his feet was able to keep him detached from the ground. “Hey Cap, how many asses are you beating per minute? Because I think I’m winning this one.” Tony’s metallic voice joked.

“Oh, shut up and fight.” A heavily-breathing Captain America scolded him, dismissing the matter as he kept on throwing his shimmering shield at whomever dared to cross him.

“There- are- too many” Peter said in between pantings.

“Hold on kid” Tony replied, also having a hard time, just like everyone else on the team.

Breathing heavily, you finally reached the flying heroes you had seen passing over your head a few minutes before.

“That’s amazing, they really look like they could use some help!” You squealed. “I probably shouldn’t sound so happy about it…”

You clicked your pen again and the scythe revealed itself again. “Here goes nothing” You mumbled before running towards the heroes. You started reaping the enemies like wheat. You freed the closest hero to you, Nat, then together you worked your way towards the others.

You were agile although you were never allowed to use your weapon. Whenever you’d open your pen, you father would get a notice and you knew he’d get to you in no time. Unless the car had no gas, in which case he’d take a bit longer.

“And who would that be?” Cap asked, astonished. “Tony, you have to stop recruiting 14 year-olds.”

“Hey! This one’s not mine! Kid, do you know her?”

“First of all, I’m almost 16! And secondly, just because we might remotely look the same age doesn’t mean we know each oth- HEY, BUT THAT’S Y/N!”

“Really? That is the sweet, shy, innocent y/n you never stop blabbering about in the lab?”

“Yes!”

“The same y/n that you are so afraid doesn’t and never will like you back ever and ever and ever until the end of times?” A mocking Tony asked with a smirk.

“So you do listen when I speak!”

“No son, we cannot hide when you blubber. There’s a really big difference.”

As you freed the heroes, you talked to yourself. “I cannot believe I am saving Tony Stark from the zombies!”

“Alright, but don’t make this a habit” Tony replied as you helped him.

“Hey, you don’t make it a habit!”

“I like this one.” Cap giggled.

“Have you seen a boy that’s roughly my age around here? He has with brown hair and hazel eyes, his name is Peter Parker and I can’t find him anywhere!” You asked between a hit and a kick.

“Mh, the name does ring a bell…” Tony smirked underneath his suit.

“I have!” Peter exclaimed.

“REALLY?! Where? Is he okay?”

“Yea, he- he’s great. You must be y/n, he was worried about you.”

“He asked about me?” That made your heart melt. Your sweet tone contrasted your determined and powerful hits.

“Seems like there might be some chemistry between you and this boy… What’s the deal?” Nat exclaimed, wiping her hands from the dirt that the arising zombies had polluted the breathing air with. Everyone exhaled: apparently the city was out of danger, as one could deduce from the thousands of motionless, disgusting zombie-like frames laying all over the streets.

A voice interrupted you right when you were about to speak. “The deal is that whomever this boy may be, he has to stay at least six foot away from you.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, running towards him.

"Another man of spiders?" Thor asked, confused.

“Hi little dirt-ball of happiness” He hugged you. “Wait, what’s on your face? Is that a scratch?! Are you hurt? Alright, you lot are supposed to keep our people safe, but instead you hurt my daughter, how could you! Why am I even paying taxes if you all don’t even do your job appropriately?” He shouted without taking his eves off of your slightly scratched forehead.

“Dad, I’m okay.” You giggled.

“Yeah, and that’s not exactly how that works.” Clint stepped in.

“What do you-“ Wade looked in the direction of the voice and abruptly stopped talking. His eyes widened and he looked at you, then at the Avengers, going back and forth a few times. “Holy sh- are you guys the real deal? Are those the real Avengers? My daughter saved the Avengers?!”

“Yep. What’s up with spandex?” Tony mocked.

“Hey! This is not spandex, it’s actually a tailor-made imported Italian material!”

“We really need to thank you for your help y/n.” Cap’s voice emerged from the back of the group of superheroes. He smiled as he looked down to you, his hand proudly gripping on your shoulder.

“I- It’s my pleasure. I mean, not you lot getting attacked by zombies, that’s not a pleasure at all, but me saving you, that was a pleasure. Not that you needing to be saved it’s a pleasure, I- I should stop talking.” You blushed, embarrassed.

“Now it’s more like it” Tony’s visor revealed his face, and he smirked at Spiderman. “We’ve gotta go now, but thank you, kid.” Tony smiled at you.

“WAIT” Wade shouted, catching everyone’s attention. “I am dying to see your compound, please PLEASE, can I?”

After begging the heroes for a full 5 minutes, they agreed to let your father visit. You decided you’d rather go home and get some well deserved rest.

“Hey underoos, will you be a gentleman and make sure our savior y/n gets home safely?” One by one the Avengers thanked you and left. Everyone but Spiderman.

“Do you mind?” Spiderman asked shyly. “I mean, it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me- FOR US, today.”

“Not at all.” You giggled. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” You asked after gently refusing the option of being swung home.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Did Peter really ask about me?”

“Oh yea, he seemed really worried, too. He said he came back for you but you weren’t there anymore.” “Are you sure he’s fine now?”

“Oh yea! Definitely. He seemed like a smart guy, I’m sure he’s okay.”

“I just wanna stop by his house real quick to see if-“ “NO! I mean- I’m sure he’s- he’s fine. Maybe he is in shock and needs to rest. You seem to really care.”

“I do. I do more than I care to admit, actually. But I don’t wanna bore the amazing marvelous Spiderman with my love life.”

“LOVE? ARE YOU- ahem, are you in love with this Peter guy?”

“Oh well” you blushed, realizing you said one too many words. “I- I might be…alright, fine, I am. But he doesn’t like me back I’m pretty sure, so there’s no point in even telling him.”

“OH, I BEG TO DIFFER” Spiderman laughed nervously. “Y/n, he likes you back. Trust me. I didn’t wanna tell you but we’re actually good friends and he talks about you all the times. How your smile lights up the room the second you walk in; how even in the darkest days you manage to make him feel loved and cared for; how you’ve never seen Star Wars, but are willing to fix your faults.”

You giggled and blushed at the same time.

“Trust me” He smiled from underneath his mask as he took your hands in his. “He does.”

“I am so sorry Spidey, but I have to go.” You smiled and thankfully squeezed his hands before running away. You quickly turned around to thank the red and blue superhero again but, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then kept running in the direction of Peter’s house.

#spiderman #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker #spiderman x reader #x reader #marvel x reader #spider web #spiderman fanfiction #fanfiction #mcu #peter parker #tony stark #captain america #Clint barton #wade wilson #wade wilson daughter! x Peter Parker #wade wilson daughter!#deadpool daughter!#deadpool

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Treat You Better: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 700

Request: Hi! I saw your requests page on your Stranger Things imagines book - can you do one of Eddie comforting the reader after a harsh break up then like confessing feelings? Sorry it's like super cliche and you don't even have to do it if u don't want to also, I love the book of imagines! Keep up the great work!

Eddie watched in shock as Billy poured the milkshake over your head after breaking up with you, he watched as everyone laughed at you as Robin lead you out of the room. Eddie could hardly think straight at this point and started punching Billy which lead them two to get into a fight.

"Eddie stop it! Eddie stop! He's not worth it!" Steve said as he and a few others tried to break up the fight.

"You should be lucky she gave your ass a chance to be with someone as lucky as her." Eddie said as Steve lead him out of the house.

"Robin took her home to get her cleaned up. I'm sure she would like to see you." Steve said as Eddie nodded his head at his words.

Eddie said bye to Steve before climbing into his van and heading over to your place worried about you. He finally arrived at your place and knocked on the door where Robin answered the door and let him in.

"How is she?" Eddie asked.

"Not good. When we got back here, she just kept crying and saying that she was stupid for thinking that Billy of all people liked her and all this stuff. I finally got her calm enough to go shower and wash the milkshake out of her hair. Your hands are bloody, did you?" Robin asked him.

"Yeah I did, asshole had it coming. I can stay here with her if you wanna head back." Eddie offered.

"Good he deserved it and will either you or her call me with updates?" She asked as Eddie nodded his head.

"Robin are you here?" You asked quietly walking to the living room drying your hair shocked to see Eddie standing there.

"It's me, sweetheart, I came to check on you after what happened. You didn't deserve that." He said wrapping his arms around you.

"Why not? I was foolish to think that someone like Billy could actually like someone like me. God, I'm so stupid." You said making Eddie pull away from you.

"Hey look at me, you are not stupid. You know whose stupid that asshole is for hurting someone as amazing as you and do you know how much it hurts to see you crying over someone like him?" He asked you as you looked down at his hands.

"Eds, you didn't....." You said quietly.

"I sure did sweetheart...He had it coming for hurting someone like you, do you know what I would give to have a chance with someone as amazing as you?" He asked you as you looked up at him in shock.

"I know this is terrible timing but sweetheart I've been in love with you for as long as I remember, and it killed me when you started Billy because I could see how terrible he was to you but kept my mouth shut and tried to be supportive and I know you probably don't like me like...." Eddie started to say but stopped when he felt your lips on his.

"I've liked you for the longest time, the only reason I started dating Billy was to try and get over my feelings for you because I was afraid that you didn't feel the same but I can see how wrong I was." You said.

"We both were. Now, where do we go from here sweetheart?" He asked you.

"I would like to give this a try once I'm healed from Billy if that's okay with you?" You asked him.

"That's more than okay with me sweetheart." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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dailydoofypokemon · 4 months

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JOHTO COMPLETE.

Howdy! Just posting here that hey I’ve completed another Pokédex! Hecking wild, right?

So I did get an ask a while back and sorry I ain’t responding until now, I try to keep this blog consistent with what’s posted except for the one or two occasional milestone posts.

But I do plan on eventually going through and drawing every version once I’ve caught up. So that’d be Mega evolutions, regional versions, the whole Unown Alphabet (which I’m curious if I can turn that into a whole font which if I do that, you can bet I’ll share a link for that, lol) I plan on doing this for a few years or so so it’ll be fun for to see how this all got started and where it’s going.

This is a fun project, and it keeps me drawing and lets me pause for a bit every day to just have fun, sometimes work a little to load the queue, and make some prints, but it’s been a great time all around.

I plan on turning these into a poster at some point (shoutout to the dude at UwU-con that suggested that, I was thinking a book, but that would be so much money omfg).

And uhhhh, I guess also if you want to check out some of the other stuff I make, you can find me @tchotchkedlc! I’m mostly active around October as I do another art challenge around that time, but sometimes I’ll post other things. There’s not a lot of Pokemon stuff there, but idk, if you wanna see what else I can do, it’s not always this doofy.

Anyway, thanks for sticking around! Hoenn start tomorrow! (By this point I’ll probably be around 30 or so in, woo hoo!)

Also, hope y’all didn’t mind, my queue got a little messed up a few days ago, I missed one and it moved some around, whoops

#not pokemon

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samynnad102687 · 6 months

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Marauderstober

Oct 19th - MaryLily Flower and Leaf Pressing

1,025 words

Lily loved the Fall. She also loved books and flowers too. So naturally, she wanted to combine the two of them. Lily was sitting in a field with Mary, having a picnic. It was still warm enough that they could stay outside longer without worrying about freezing. She was looking at all of the leaves that had started to fall off of the trees and all of the flowers that were going to succumb to the winter frost pretty soon.

“Hey, Mary?” Lily asked as he leaned back on her elbows.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know how to press leaves and flowers?”

“I haven’t done it since I was a teenager but yeah, why?” Mary said as she peeked at Lily from behind her sunglasses.

“I was just looking at these flowers and the leaves falling around us and I wanted to preserve them somehow and that was the first thing that I thought of,” Lily shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. I think that would be fun. Do you have a journal or a book in mind that you want to use?” Mary asked as she sat up more to look at Lily.

“Maybe? I have a bunch of journals at home but I can’t remember what is in them.”

“Okay, well we can pick some flowers and leaves and take them home and figure it out or we can look for the journal first and then pick the flowers,” Mary suggested.

“Let’s get the journal first. I don’t want to disturb the flowers yet.”

“Okay.”

Lily and Mary finished their picnic and packed up a couple of hours later, heading home to look through the abundance of journals and books that Lily owned.

“What about this one?” Mary asked, holding up a slightly battered journal that Lily had forgotten that she had.

She took it from Mary’s hands and opened it to the first page. It was the only page with anything written on it and it was only a list of books that she had planned on reading three years ago. Did she read all those books? Maybe about half. Did she forget that she had already written this list and started a new one in a new journal? Yes, yes she did.

“This would be perfect,” Lily said as she ripped out the single written page and voila, it was a brand new journal.

“Great. Unfortunately, it’s getting too dark to find some flowers today. I can show you some of my favourites tomorrow after work.”

“That works. Wanna get something to eat?” Lily asked as she looked at the clock. They had been going through her books and journals for two hours.

“Sure.”

Mary brought Lily to one of her favourite fields and Lily was surprised that they hadn’t been there before. It was full of colourful flowers and the leaves were just starting to change on the trees. Lily didn’t know what to say as she took in the sight in front of her. It was a gem hidden from the rest of the world. Tucked into its own little corner.

“It’s beautiful, Mary,” Lily replied when she got her mouth to form words again.

“I thought that you would like it. I used to come here all of the time with my mum before she passed.”

“Is that who taught you how to press leaves and flowers?”

“Yeah, and then I taught my little sister but it’s been years since I’ve been out here,” Mary said sadly and Lily could see that she was remembering her mum and sister who had passed away a couple years ago.

“We can go somewhere else if it’s too hard for you right now,” Lily replied easily. Just because she thought it was beautiful didn’t mean she was going to make Mary stay if it made her sad.

“No, that’s okay. I’ve been meaning to come back for a while, I just needed the extra little push and you gave me that so thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Lily gave her a kiss on the cheek. “So what’s first?”

“First, you need to find the flowers that you want to press. I brought a basket so we can collect a bunch and sort them out at home. Do you know what kind of flowers you would like to try?” Mary asked gently as she walked around the field.

“Not really, I’m kind of just seeing what draws my attention,” Lily shrugged.

“Okay.”

They walked around the field and collected a variety of flowers and leaves before heading back home. They walked into their flat right at the perfect time. As soon as the door shut behind them, it started to rain.

Lily walked into the kitchen and set her journal and the basket on the table. She also got out the parchment paper and a couple heavy books to set on the journal when they were done. She pulled out the flowers from the basket and laid them gently on the table next to the books.

Mary took one of her books that she was going to press the flowers into to show Lily how to do it without destroying the flowers or leaves. She took a piece of parchment paper and set it in the book, then took a carnation and set it gently on the paper before adding another piece on top and closing the book and setting two more books on top of it.

“See? It’s as easy as that.” Mary exclaimed when she was done.

“Looks easy enough.”

Lily took her own journal and picked up an aster and gently set it inside, just like Mary had shown her. She arranged the petals so that they weren’t crumbled up and set the new parchment on top. Lily wanted to try it this way before pressing the flowers directly into her journal. After Lily put the extra books on her journal, they went to the living room and watched a movie on the telly while they waited. Once Lily and Mary determined that the first try was a success, they pressed three more flowers and a couple of leaves before calling it a night.

@cazzythefrogking @clementinewoolf @maladaptivewriting @multiimoments @lavenderhaze @literally-the-prettiest-star @thebibutterflyao3 @seiworf @emjayeingray @remusregulusrosekiller @heartsoncover @accuratewhereabouts @belowthestarrs

#dead gay wizards #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauderstober #marylily #mary macdonald #lily evens

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lesbiancassius · 1 year

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Hey June! I was wondering, what medias/books would you recommend for a person wanting to get into the ancient greek classics? The Iliad/Odyssey/Aeneid stories fascinate me, but as there are so many versions and translations and retellings, I don't really know where to start. How did you get into them?

hey anon! I feel mildly underqualified to answer this as I actually haven’t read the Iliad or Odyssey or all of the Aeneid but I will do my best (i’m working on it! promise! iliad is up next and i’m gonna read it and i’m gonna go crazyinsane)

firstly you should totally read the original texts. remember that they aren’t The One True Story, they’re just written-down versions of wobbly cultural stories that change from person to person. and you don’t have to read them before reading retellings or adaptation but it’s good to read them fairly close together. just read what you wanna read. the bit of the Aeneid I read was translated by Robert Fagles, and I’ve heard Emily Wilson’s Odyssey is good. my friend Theo @fifthlydoyoudream recommends E. V. Rieu’s Argonautica translation, if you wanna read that. poetry in translation has decent translations of most plays i’ve tried to find, and that’s nice because it’s online and super accessible.

the way I first got into the greek classics was reading Anne Carson’s An Oresteia, which is Agamemnon, Elektra, and Orestes. it’s a really great intro because Anne Carson’s translations are just fantastic & it’s one play from each of the three big greek tragedy-writers & it’s a pretty well-contained story so you don’t need much context - you could read Iphigenia at Aulis first but that’s not really necessary. (confusingly there is also The Oresteia, which is different). if you can find an Anne Carson translation of a play you should totally read that one. that’s my rule of thumb. I always recommend Antigone too - it’s also fairly self-contained and it makes me crazyinsane. Anne Carson has two translations, they’re both good - Antigonick is better if you have a little context beforehand in my opinion. also Oedipus the King/Oedipus Rex is good.

tbh what i recommend is just following characters or stories that you like and seeing where that gets you. like i’m having a pretty intense house of atreus moment atm but i still barely know who penelope is because i haven’t read the odyssey. who is penthesilea? still do not know. but don’t get overwhelmed by the amount of stuff out there!! it can be a little scary but wikipedia is your friend and also you do not have to know everything.

and some adaptations/retellings:

Lavinia by Ursula K. le Guin is an adaptation/retelling of the Aeneid from Lavinia’s point of view and it is very very good.

Luis Alfaro’s Greek Trilogy are play adaptations of Oedipus Rex, Elektra, and Medea set in modern-day LA with a Latino cast and it is so fucking good it makes me want to bite glass and explode. you can find oedipus el rey by googling but the other ones might be a bit more annoying to find

Iphigenia and the Furies (on Taurian Land) by Ho Ka Kei is a good deconstruction of the colonialist nature of Iphigenia among the Taurians, and it is also absurdly hilarious, so I recommend. I read it before I read the play it adapts and I was fine but it is good to have context.

i’m having an iphigenia moment anyway i also recommend Iphigenia at Zero by Lisa Schlesinger if you get into iphigenia’s story.

I’m like 15 pages in to Cassandra by Christa Wolf and I am thoroughly enjoying it so far

Antigone directed by Sophie Deraspe is a great French Canadian adaptation of Antigone in the modern day I really like it

and who would i be if i didn’t recommend max @goose-books‘s godsong, aka the aeneid (among other things) with lesbians

also. note on adaptation - a lot of adaptations i have read flatten the morality of these plays into good and bad. i think that’s dumb. let them be shitty, adaptations!

ok thats all good luck brave soldier o7

#asks #june.txt #classics tag

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coeluvr · 11 months

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Hello! I just played through the update and it was great, funnily enough I think I missed most of the festival content because my Mc immediately went to look for Fadiya. My Mc was like “ Oh I’ve lost my bestie!” before she booked it off back into the crowds to look for Fadiya. Fadiya is lovely so far, a bright warm spark that the can help cheer up the Mc and bring a bit more light back to them

Honestly kinda wanna let my Mc whack several characters with sticks for the way they treat her I swear. Like Vincent and his Mother can buzz off and Luceris is a whole nother can of worms since this time playing through I told Helios the truth.

Also can I just say I’m really excited for Soarine to get introduced as she’s the one my Mc’s gonna try and woo like an awkward dork, like my Mc’s gonna have such a crush when she see’s Soarine. I hope your doing well and you have a great day!

Hey! I'm so glad you enjoyed it 🫶

Fadiya's festival route is very cute although a bit spooky with everything going on but even then she makes up for all the bad things.

I hope you figured out Selene was Soarine and did her route 😭

#coe answers #crown of ashes and flames #crownofashesandflames #crownofashesandflames if

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artzychic27 · 9 months

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Bob’s Burgers Quotes for no Reason

Nathaniel: Look, you’re my friends, and I love you… But you’re terrible, you’re all terrible.

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Adrien: Let’s raise our glasses.

*Max takes off his glasses and raises them*

Adrien: Max, not those glasses.

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Aurore: I should write a parenting book. Call it, ‘Hey You, I Saw That! Put It Back!’

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Marc: I wanna take her stupid neck and wring it!

Cosette: That’s what I wanna do, too, but with him!

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Jean: Wait, you all read Marc’s diary?

Aurore: Yeah.

Cosette: What I can stomach.

Denise: I just skim it to make sure he's not on drugs.

Simon: Wha...what does it say?

Denise: It says, ‘I’m not on drugs.’

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Damocles: So, you're in trouble again.

Alix: Drink some cranberry juice.

Damocles: What? No, not ‘urine trouble!’ You are in trouble.

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Nino: I got it! Let’s describe our sexualities with a song title!

Adrien: What?

Max: No Way from Six the Musical!

Adrien: Wait a minute. What are we doing?

Nathaniel: The Bisexual Anthem!

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Lucien: Why'd you head-butt me?!

Marc: I was going to punch you, but I'm holding juice!

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Jean: Denise, you have the fullest head of hair in the class. I would kill for that hairline.

Denise: I believe you would!

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Kiran: *About Marc and Marcelle* Puberty, puberty, puberty. That's all I hear when you guys talk!

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*After the Akuma Class stole a rival school’s mascot as a prank*

Nathaniel: Cows can’t go downstairs. *Dramatic music sting*

Mme. Bustier: I’m sorry, what?

Nathaniel: Cows can’t go downstairs; that’s like, a thing.

Alya: I’ve heard that. It’s like a fun fact. *Dramatic music sting*

Mme. Bustier: “Cows can’t go downstairs”? Kids, that better not be true!

*Later, Kim is trying to push the cow down the stairs, but is getting no results*

Kim: Huh. Well, what do you know?

Alix: We know you’ll push on a cow’s butt for half an hour without asking for help. Gotta have that butt all to yourself.

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Eleanor: I’ve been thinking about Emelia’s mother, because it’s Mother’s Day.

Lacey: Continue.

Eleanor: You know what I bet she never said to her daughter?

Lacey: What?

Eleanor: “Act like a lady.”

Lacey: Gross.

Eleanor: I know. But back when she was a kid, women weren’t doing things that men did, like flying planes, or wearing pants.

Lacey: And I bet she never said, “Ooh! Girls can do anything boys can do.” Cause, you know, sometimes when they say that, it…

Eleanor: It ends up sounding the opposite?

Lacey: Yeah. You never said it to me.

Eleanor: It never came up.

—

Zoé: Hey, you again, huh?

Cosette: Oh, hey, you again and me, yep. I-I just, uh, I came for a, uh...

Zoé: I suppose you want another "beanie."

Cosette: Yes, that's exactly what I want... a new beanie. I didn't come for anything el...

Zoé: Okay, fine, you wore me down! Damn it.

Cosette: Uh...

Zoé: Things are not going great with Marinette. Haven't been great with Marinette for a long time, you know? Marinette’s hot, but maybe it's time for me to just settle.

Cosette: Look... uh, no, no, no. Look at me, I'm nothing. You, you love Marinette, stay with Marinette.

Zoé: I'm so sick of Marinette and her sewing.

Cosette: Oh, no, I d... I don't know Marinette, but I-I assume it's great.

Zoé: It's not great with Marinette.

Cosette: You should definitely stay with Marinette.

Zoé: No, no, no. Yo, I'm taking my break! Oh, my God, we're doing this!

Cosette: No, we're not.

Zoé: Hey, what do you want to do?

Cosette: I don't... nothing.

Zoé: You want to go to the beach?

Cosette: No, maybe... wait, I'm, uh, I’m not straight, but-

Zoé: Let's grab a coffee.

Cosette: You should call Marinette.

Zoé: No, let's just make out! Ah, God, this feels so great!

Cosette: I should just... sorry, I got to go. Also I'm with someone, but if I wasn't... Who am I kidding? You're out of my league. It would never work.

Zoé: What are you talking about?

Cosette: I really gotta go. *Backs away*

Zoé: I'm gonna see you tomorrow!

Cosette: Probably not… I'll call you!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml incorrect quotes #bob’s burgers #Incorrect quotes #no reason

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eflen-n-reegee · 8 months

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Field Trip to the Field Museum II - Members Night (Chicago, IL)

Hi! I went to the museum members night way back in April, and I’ve been meaning to write this ever since; and I finally got around to it! As with the first part, this is a self-insert imagine fic where the reader is an age regresser and the author is their caregiver. All pictures were taken by me (with permission from museum staff to post online). Also, heads up, this includes pictures of dinosaur bones, taxidermied animals, deceased animals in preservatives, LOTS of mounted insects and bugs (ya gal Eflen loves bugs), and a brief instance of anxiety. (Long story short, I have OCD and bumping into some people upset me IRL, and I decided to incorporate it.) Also under the cut ‘cause it’s long. 😆

You excited, kiddo? We’re gonna get to see some pretty cool stuff, things we wouldn’t normally get to see! This is gonna be so fun! Oh, look at this, sweetheart. There are table all over the museum with cool little pins. Wanna see how many we can find? Alrighty! Let’s go in!

Ooh, look! Such a cool little dinosaur- you’re right, it’s a stegosaurs! You’re pretty smart, aren’t you, pumpkin?

Watch your fingers, sweetie, the crab might pinch them! You’re right, this one’s dead… But maybe I’m a crab! Pinch! Oh, you’re too big for that kind of stuff? Sorry kiddo, I’ll try to remember.

Oh, check out this thing! Know what it is? A giant isopod? So freaking cool. Do you know if they bite? I’d like to hold one!

Pretty great view, huh? Look, they’ve got a t-Rex puppet down there! We’ll try to see it up close later.

Holy cow! So people found out a while ago that platypuses glow under UV light, but they only found out recently that other animals do too! And even crazier? Scientists still don’t know why! Nature is nuts.

So there’s some kinda creepy stuff in here- Okay, okay, I got it. Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?

Whoa… So these animals were mutants for some reason… No, I don’t think anybody knows for sure why things like this happen.

Some animals can live really good lives, even with these kind of issues. But yeah, it’s a bummer when they don’t make it.

Jeez, it’s busy in here. Careful not to bump the bones, kiddo. Oh wow, look at this one! Came from a ground sloth… Can you believe how big they used to be?

Wow, look at these teeth! I wish I could take this one home, teeth are so cool.

Jeepers, what a skull…

Hey, what’s going on? Okay, deep breaths, sweetheart, deep breaths… Let’s go out in the hallway, okay?

Here, it’s quiet over here, you can sit down if you want- okay, you don’t have to. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Yeah, that room was pretty crowded, huh? I know you don’t like when people bump into you… What do you think will help you feel better? Yeah, when we get home you can take a bath- a shower, no problem. Is there anything else- No, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re being a baby. Everybody gets upset sometimes, and everybody cries sometimes. You’re still a big kid as long as you say you are. Okay? There you go. How about we take a break from the new stuff to look at the dinosaurs? Alright.

Looks like they brought a few new things in here… These bones are pretty cool, huh? I love how the gray and white looks. Why do you think it looks like that?

There’s a crowd around the table over here… Oh, it’s because they have pins. Do you want to wait here a second and I’ll get you a pin? No, I don’t mind. Okay, be back in a second.

So, how’re you feeling? Want to look at some of the stuff upstairs? Okay.

Oh, they’re talking about lichen in here- It’s not BORING! Look how cool these antlers look! You’d think they were tree branches if you didn’t know better.

Well, you can think what you like, but I think lichen is cool. … No, kiddo, I’m not angry. I’m just being silly. People like different things sometimes, it’s no big deal.

Oh, I didn’t know the museum had a library! No, they probably only have books about history and biology. But it’s always cool to see some new books, especially old books like that one, or- Oh!

Look at THIS! This book must be four feet across - at least! It’s massive! I’d love to look through the whole thing. What kinds of things would someone put in a book this big?

Oh, cool! They have a room just for bugs? Awesome! I wonder what ki- Walking sticks?! Oh my gosh, I didn’t know there were ones with wings!

Look how leafy that one is! Or… No, it’s not a real leaf. I thought maybe they stuck one in there to trick people.

Oh wow! Look how big these spiders are! I know some people are scared of them, but I think they’re amazing. And I’ve held a tarantula before - they’re very soft little critters.

Hm, I’m not sure I’d want to wear jewelry with bugs on it. That’s a little too much for me… I guess it works for other people, though, so it’s fine.

Oh my gosh, look at them! I wonder if bugs like these are where people got the idea of fairies. The one with the purple wings would definitely look like a fairy princess if you saw it from far away.

That reminds me, next year the seventeen-year cicada will be coming back to our area. They live underground for seventeen years, spend a couple weeks singing and laying eggs, and then they all die. Wild.

Ooh, some of these guys are creepy. I like scorpions, but they do scare me a little - and that’s good, since they can be dangerous. It’s smart to be at least a little afraid of dangerous things.

Holy cow, this big one looks like an owl! Yeah, if I’M getting freaking out, I bet all the predators are terrified.

Look at all the legs- Hey, I saw that! No, it was definitely a yawn. You getting tired? Yeah, I’m tired too. We’d better head out.

So, did you have a nice time? I’m glad. How’re you feeling? Yeah, you can still take a shower, no problem. Do you want to nap in the car and I’ll wake you when we get home? Okay.

Alright, all clean and ready for bed. Yeah, you got a pretty sweet set of buttons, huh? We’ll get some more for the collection next year.

~🦀~🦕~🫙~🦥~🦬~🐪~😢~🪵~📚~🕷️~💍~🦗~🦂~🌃~

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #age regression #agere #age regression field museum #age regression field trip #agere field trip #agere field museum #age regression museum #agere museum #age regression imagine #age regression fic #Eflen writes #Eflen Field Trips

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desiprincess111 · 2 years

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Hey how’ve you been? I’ve been reading your explanations on the Hindu scriptures and find them very interesting…I’ve recently been reading this book called I Am Not The Body , Discovering the Truth Beyond Bondage by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj and I think some of what was said in the book was quite similar. I was wondering how you personally reach the void and how the scriptures helped you?

Hiiii! I'm doing well and I loveeee your blog💗 I love the specific post about the I AM state from faith and fortune ( as I had never read faith and fortune, something clicked inside me when I saw your post 🌠 long story short, it helped me enter the void as I just focused on the I AM)

Well I have grown up as a Hindu....but I spent most of my life not wondering what tf it is and what does it mean to be one, like this term was something which I just used to tick off in the religion section of any important document.

Growing up hindu is confusing tbh....like my grandma used to do Puja/worship/rituals? everyday....but instead of Gods she used to keep images of some gurus in her altar. My mom was sort of following vedanta I guess( it's a school of thought from the Vedic path of Hinduism) while growing up I don't ever remember her telling me something about her path. My dad used to follow some guru in the past...but later in his life he turned into a nastika( people who don't believe in any creator and don't believe the major vedic scriptures to be of any knowledge)

As a result, I naturally became atheist. Also I was very very inclined towards science( it's hard to let go of logic, even to this day😔) my knowledge about hinduism was only reserved to polytheism, superstitions, idol worship and other stuff due to movies🤷 after discovering everything ( I started cuz like I became kind of a history geek, and discovered some really great philosophies)

The reason I'm telling you all this is hinduism is not hinduism. There is nothing called hinduism. The term “Hinduism,” is of relatively recent vintage. It was coined by Westerners in the 18th century as a convenient catch- all term for the “bewilderingly complex culture of dozens of languages and religious and cultural traditions” that early European explorers encountered in India. Each of these interrelated traditions conceptualizes the Supreme Divine in its own manner, though without disrespecting or disregarding the concepts of other schools.

Discovering law of assumption and Neville reaffirmed my belief in Indian traditions I guess... Earlier I was like no way consciousness is separate form the body, obviously its a by-product of the brain🤦‍♀️( but even science is not sure about this) So I'm still discovering things about my culture.... particularly shaktism ( cuz my ancestors were from a region which was known for shakta worship i.e worshipping goddesses and believing the ultimate reality is feminine)

I entered the by just focusing on the I AM. I AM pure consciousness. That's the only identity I have. Nothing else. Earlier before discovering the void I used to do a Hindu meditation which consisted of saying "I am not the body" & "I am not the mind" ( it's one of the spiritual practices of the kriya tradition) I guess that might have helped my subconscious....

it didn't take me long to enter the void. Just focusing on the 4D and destroying the separation of 4D & 3D while affirming in my mind, as I'm just pure consciousness from which everything emenates.

If you wanna know other stuff about "hinduism" you can msg me 😄

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bluemoon160 · 3 months

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【IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ】 💙🌌

Hey everyone! My name is Rosalind but I also go by Ross or Ros. OR you could call me by my internet names Blue or Bluemoon if you’d like! (It’s a lot of names I know lol sorry. Just pick whatever).

I’m a 20yo artist, writer, and editor who will be mostly focusing on fanart, self ship, furry content, and maybe some cosplay on this blog. I do have a business focused on my published books, OCs, and editing services which you can find here if you’re interested. I’m more active over on those accounts since I work on that stuff almost full time now but I try and post fan/personal content when I can. This blog specifically will be a place for all my self indulgent interests. I may not be super active here but will try to anyway :)

【ᗪIᔕᑕᒪᗩIᗰEᖇ】

Skip ahead to read more about me, my, interests, and who I ship with, etc. But in the meantime, I need to get this out of the way and say that I really wanna make new friends here but I’m also hesitant to rejoin any sort of self ship and/or fan communities because of how many horrible experiences I’ve had with them before. Perhaps Tumblr is different but I wanted to put this out here for my own peace of mind lol. So please be patient with me. I grew up in fandom and self ship spaces that had constant arguments about literally everything. Trigger warnings, whatever vivziepop drama was circulating that day, pro vs anti ship, some debacle with an animation studio—you name it, people were screaming about it and they’d get mad at everyone for so much as breathing round them wrong. I didn’t even know what half of this discourse was even about and everything I’ve learned has been against my will. So no, this is not me “taking a side”, I just don’t want to be apart of discourse anymore. My morals are this: live and let live unless you’re supporting/romanticizing anything immoral. If you have genuine critiques about how I portray certain things then definitely let me know since I’m always concerned about how I represent stuff, but aside from that, this is just a blog to talk about stuff I like so let’s keep it chill please. 🧍‍♂️

【ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗰE】

⭐My full name Rosalind B. Sterling (or you can call me by the other names listed above)

⭐I’m 20 (covered that lol)

⭐I’m bi and aroace (I also sometimes use the term procul but I don’t identify with it as a sexuality. Just an add on term for my asexuality to explain how my sexual attraction fades away once my relationship with someone becomes real).

⭐I’m genderfluid and my pronouns are she/he/they

⭐I’m mixed race/Puerto Rican

⭐I’m neurodivergent (OCD, MaDD, and a few other things) so tone tags would be great to use around me but they’re not required

⭐I currently live Ohio (yes I’ve heard all the jokes and they’re honestly pretty accurate lmao)

⭐My favorite colors are aqua, bright purple, hot pink, and neon green

【ᖴ/O's】

Note: some of these characters might come from controversial media. I just like them for personal/creative/self indulgent reasons so don’t interact if these make you uncomfortable.

“Main” f/o’s

(Putting this in quotes since I hardly ever talk about these characters nowadays. They’ve just been my main for a while and I feel too attached to take them off the list)

⭐Dan {Dan Vs.} (Started shipping 7 years ago)

⭐Gary {Final Space} (Starting shipping 6 years ago).

Current main:

⭐ Alastor {Hazbin Hotel} (Started shipping 4 years ago) And before anyone comes after me with the “but he’s aroace!” comments, I know that and I don’t erase it. I’m aroace too and kind of imagine him and my S/I being in a possible QPR type thing. I still have developing to do. I just like the thought of two aroaces hitting it off and bonding closely. I take a lot of comfort in him as a fellow aroace so leave me be please 😭

⭐The Narrator and Stanley {The Stanley Parable} (This one’s a polyship and is pretty recent. Been shipping for about 7 months now)

Other f/o’s:

⭐Pinkie pie {MLP}

⭐Reagan {Inside job}

⭐Jinx {Arcane}

Other characters I like but don't consider f/o’s:

⭐Connor {Detroit Become Human}

⭐The Warden {Superjail}

⭐Andre {Inside Job}

⭐Ken {Barbie Movie}

⭐Mike {fnaf movie}

⭐️Rarity {MLP}

⭐Reigen {Mob Psycho 100}

⭐Archer {Archer} (It's always the walking red flags that get me 😔)

Familial/platonic f/o’s:

The only ones I can think of rn is Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. I kinda see them all like family tbh but specifically Angel Dust. Also maybe Kirk from Star Trek. Like we’d definitely be besties I’m so fr.

There’s probably more but I’d have to think about it.

【KIᑎs】

⭐Reagan {Inside job}

⭐Brett {Inside job}

⭐Moxxie {Helluvaboss}

⭐️ Millie {Helluvaboss}

⭐Tina {Bob’s burgers} (This one’s so funny to me but it’s so true. She’s literally me in every way possible😭)

Am I comfy sharing any of my f/os and kins?

Yes! I’m fine having doubles. I used to hate it a few years back but now that my mental health is a little more in check and I don’t have to rely on self shipping for major comfort like I used to, I no longer feel bothered by that. It was unhealthy anyway. Not to judge anyone who hates having doubles. I understand folks have pretty valid reasons for it. I just realized the attachment I had to these characters was turning into an unhealthy kind of obsession and was hurting me more than helping. I’m out of that place now luckily. I still self ship for comfort reasons but it’s not as in ease as it was before and mostly just for funsies now. If you're comfy sharing and we have doubles, totally message me so we can gush and ramble together! I love doing that 🫶💖

【ᗰY ᖴᑌᖇᔕOᑎᗩ】

Putting this here too since I'll probbaly be sharing furry stuff whenever I get the chance. So here is my eyesore of a fursona which is a wolf/fox/bat hybrid with a scene kid aesthetic who looks like every middle school edgelord oc deisgn vomited into one character. But idc honestly. I’m not doing anything serious with her and am just having fun. I also might use her for self shipping if I end up F/Oing any anthro characters but idk.

Art credit goes to coral-kun

【IᑎTEᖇEᔕTᔕ】

⭐Anything sci fi, crime, or comedy

⭐Any time era from before the 2010s. Though I specifically love the 20s-50s, and 80s-2000s the best :)

⭐Cartoons. Specifically for adults. Adult swim is literally my go to channel lol

⭐Reading, writing, art, crafting, etc

⭐Space, science, dinosaurs/paleontology and history

⭐Animals and zoos

⭐Conspiracy theories and mysteries

⭐Anything horror, paranormal, or creepy pasta

【ᑕᒪOᔕIᑎG】

And that's it! I hope I can meet some new friends and stuff but also predict that my reach won't be all that huge since I've never had massive luck with algorithms. Especially as of late. But if you're seeing this, don't be afraid to message me or interact! I love meeting new folks :3

#introduction #blog intro #self ship #self shipper #self shipping community #furry #furry community #fandom #artist #writer #pinned post #fictional other #kins #f/o #f/o community #comfort character #oc x canon #intro post

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levenxa · 2 years

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DSST Blue and Nightmare pre-Incident?

Maybe a sort of surprise visit from the bloo boy?

Here you go!

Sorry this took so long istg I asked for writing rq’s right before descending into writers block :,D

I’m good now, so here’s the first public fic I’ve posted on Tumblr!

Blue visits Nightmare // pre-incident (DS! Storytwist)

// Word Count: 2152

The day was going pretty swiftly, time flew as Nightmare got himself invested into the prolonged storyline of a book. He sat behind this large stump of bark, leaves falling from the top. He was leaning against a tree, the very well known Feelings Tree.

Whatever it was called, it was a very calming place to relax and chill at. His legs were slightly propped up, knees up against his chest, he rested his book on the small platform, silently reading.

“You wanna go and explore the village?” Someone asked.

He had luscious black hair, small light highlights on the tips. He wore a black sweater, with a brown t-shirt right on top, two tan straps on both sides, topped off with a shiny golden crown. This was Dream, Nightmare’s technical roommate, or friend. The relationship was unclear for the most part.

“Nah, I think I’ll just stay here.” Nightmare replied, flipping through a page in his book.

Dream scooted himself next to Nightmare teasingly, a small smile on his face while doing so. “Come onn! It’ll be fun I promise! Or partly promise.” He insisted.

Going into town was one of Dream’s favorite things to do. He loved to engage with people, even when everyone just toyed with his gratefulness. “There could be chocolate~”

Nightmare just laughed at that, nudging the other in a joking way. “Hey! You know I like sweets but hate the village! I’m not going with you.” He answered.

“Ughhh fine. Just stay here okay? I’ll be back before midnight. Stay out of trouble.” Dream finished as he waved goodbye, making his way to the large village where he would hang out with friends and have a better social life.

Once he was gone Nightmare immediately went back to reading, he was at an interesting part, where the main character finally met the love interest. How terrible, let’s keep reading.

“pssst hey—psstttt hey nutcaseee…helloooo~!”

“What..” Nightmare started before he looked up, not seeing anyone there. Glancing behind him however, to the left was a blue and white clothed individual. Great, another person to bother him. But wait…this wasn’t just any person, these two knew eachother.

“Blue what the fuck.” The negative one said, slowly standing up to properly face this menace.

The so-called ‘Blue’ waved cutely, making his way over to give Nightmare a big hug. “I just got back! I wanted to see you again, haha~!” He acknowledged. Blue regularly visited Nightmare at the tree, constantly bugging him whilst also befriending him. It was kinda sweet really.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. How was all the traveling?” Nightmare wondered, slowly putting his book on the grass right next to him. Blue often explored many different areas and very much enjoyed doing it. That’s how he found Nightmare in the first place.

Blue let go of Nightmare and kneeled in front of him. “It’s been soooo tiring, yet so fun! But my favorite place to visit is here~” He teased. His bright blue irises glowing in the sunlight, as he leaned in with a smirk.

“Oh shut up…” Nightmare flourished. He hid a small blush behind his book as he propped it up for cover.

“Hmm, why~? Are you embarrassed about me visiting you? You should take advantage of that, you know? Hehe~!” Blue spoke, as he decided to sit right next to him.

Nightmare had always felt a bit awkward around Blue, but somehow they had managed to become friends. Even if Blue still acted like a child sometimes.

“No, I don't want Dream to get the wrong idea. That's all.” Nightmare responded, turning away from Blue, once more looking at his book.

"Aw, come onnn~!” Blue whined.

“People don't like others who tease them, idiot.” Nightmare mumbled under his breath, he didn’t look at Blue while talking.

“Yeahh, I know. I’m so unlikable but you still talk to me!” Blue stated.

Nightmare sighed, he couldn't ignore him now. "Don't say that about yourself."

"It’s true though!" Blue whined, crossing his arms as he pouted in frustration.

Nightmare looked to the side, seeing the other being his usual train wreck self. “No it’s not. You're actually kind, caring, funny, and smart. You may tease me a whole lot, but that doesn’t speak for your entire character." He explained.

Blue seemed to calm down a little, as he dropped his pouty expression. "Oh uh…thanks. That really means a lot." He said, speaking quite softly just then. Nightmare really admired that part of him, he knew exactly how to make people smile.

“Sure thing.” The negative one replied.

“Soooooo…are we gonna sit here forever or what? Let’s do something fun together!” Blue suggested.

Nightmare looked at him, considering it. "What, why?" He shrugged, sitting back onto the tree.

Blue took that opportunity to suggest something. "Let's go explore the world! I know some cool places that I want to show you! We can travel the whole world together!" He pleaded.

Nightmare stopped for a moment, glancing at the blue eyed boy. "That sounds nice…but I'm still trying to finish this book."

Blue looked disappointed for a second, before he chuckled. "How boring. How do you even stay interested in books like that? It's a boring romance plot. Exploring the world is more fun.”

Nightmare tilted his head curiously, turning his attention back to the book. Was it? He thought. Maybe he just thought so because he liked the protagonist. Then again, maybe the book really was shit.

“I’m not much of a traveler, Blue.” Nightmare admitted. He was more of a homebody.

“You don’t have to be! I can show you all of the amazing things I've seen! It would be a way better romance plot than that book for sure! And we can vibe together~” Blue kept insisting, never giving up on his adorable face.

Nightmare just nodded as a sign of approval, and then spoke, “Okay. I'll trust you on that. If you insist that much, I guess I will. Where are you taking me?"

“Oh! Well, the first trip is…my house!” Blue declared excitedly as he stood up.

“What?!” Nightmare was caught off guard by this sudden request, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Blue smirked, knowing exactly what he did. "I’ve seen your place sooo many times! And I realized you’ve never been to my home. So I figured that would be our first trip! You also haven't seen my room yet~” Blue teased.

Nightmare huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew Blue was just messing with him, but at least it gave him an excuse to leave the tree. With that the two set off away from the village, walking side by side.

Nightmare looked around, noticing the sun setting in the distance. It was already twilight, the sky had turned orange and purple. As much as he hated leaving the tree, he also loved being with Blue. They walked for a good half hour, until eventually they reached a large, secluded town. Unlike the village, this area was quite full. There were many other townspeople nearby, bustling about their business, some even greeting Blue.

"Wow, this is a big town. I wonder what part of this place you stay at." Nightmare said curiously, looking around. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Blue’s home looked like, he’d just wished he was told about this sooner.

Blue led him deeper into the town, towards a house on the outskirts. It was quite large, but not as large as the houses within the village. "This is my house~! My brother Cider lives here too!” He announced proudly as the two approached the door.

Nightmare stopped and stared at it. "What about your parents?" He questioned incredulously.

“Well…no not really.” Blue muttered awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry. I just realized we never got too deep into your family life." Nightmare commented.

Blue smiled, grabbing the handle and opening the door. "Yeah, my parents passed a few years after I was born." He said.

"I’m really sorry about that…" Nightmare commented, concern and sadness on his face.

"It’s fine. Thanks for the curiosity though. It helps to talk about it every once in a while." Blue admitted. “Now, let’s go in.” He said, stepping into the house happily, his mood shifted almost instantly once he spotted someone.

“Cider!! I’ve returrrnnnedd~!” Blue exclaimed, voice echoing through the house.

The view into the house became larger, revealing a large man with fluffy light brown hair, wearing an orange t-shirt with a galaxy print in the middle of it. He looked to be about twenty-eight. His eyes widened when he saw Blue, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh hey, welcome back Bloo. I’m glad you made it back in one piece. How are you?" Cider asked calmly. This must’ve been a normal thing for him.

Blue waited to reply, first he dragged Nightmare inside the house. “I’ve been good! This is Nightmare, he came with me this time!” He announced happily.

Cider looked at Nightmare, his face showing surprise. "Wow you're actually real. Didn’t think Bloo really found an ancient tree guardian.” He seemed to realize that saying something like that probably wouldn’t be the best first impression, and quickly took a step back. “Ah sorry, I’m Cider. It’s nice to meet you.”

"It's nice to meet you too." Nightmare replied awkwardly, looking around the large house.

"Come in, come in. We have lots of snacks to get through. Right Bloo?” Cider encouraged, as he pulled out some chips from a cabinet.

"Right! Let’s eat!" Blue stated excitedly.

Nightmare followed behind Blue as they all made their way to the living room. From what he’d seen, the house was pretty average in size. Very comfy. However, it was mostly filled with various furniture and decorations.

“So, where did you guys go?” Cider asked, sitting down and pulling out a bag of chips.

"We didn’t really go anywhere else but here. I originally decided to visit Nightmare, and then asked to bring him here! Toootally worth it.” Blue acknowledged.

Nightmare sat down beside Blue, who quickly handed him a bag of chips. "Thank you." He stated politely.

“You’re welcome~” Blue chuckled as he grabbed a bag for himself, sitting in between Cider and Nightmare.

Cider stared at him intently, as he continued to eat. "So you're a tree guardian huh? It's rare to find a guardian these days, especially one so young." He remarked.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been an adventure.” Nightmare answered, he had yet to experience the life of a regular civilian. This felt like a really pleasing adventure. He was very thankful.

"Mhm, I bet. I hear most guardians live for several decades." Cider commented.

"I don't know if I'd call this 'living'. More like existing." Nightmare replied, sounding a bit melancholic.

“Don’t be so depressing Night, if you want to enjoy the guardian life you have to embrace it! Plus, I think it’s really cool.” Blue interjected.

"Yeah I guess. Thanks." Nightmare murmured, quietly appreciating Blue’s small words of encouragement. The more this trip went on, the more he questioned how he really felt about him.

They talked for hours on end, until it was time to take Nightmare back to the tree. It was a pretty fun day for the most part, Cider was really nice, and Blue was being his normal energetic self.

They both stopped at the bottom of the hill, Dream was already back at the tree. He was probably really worried about where Nightmare had gone.

Blue turned to face the other after spotting the positive one at the tree. "Alright, let's plan our next adventure once I come back to visit you again, okay? I’ll be back soon~" Blue stated softly, giving him a small wink.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Nightmare replied, giving him a soft smile.

Blue’s face flushed a bit, taken aback by the pretty smile Nightmare had. He was always the one with the most confidence out of the two, but one smile like that would take it all away.

“Well then, bye bye Nightmare! See ya later~!” Blue waved as he started to walk away from the tree’s hill, heading back to his town.

Nightmare watched as the blue eyed boy disappeared into the distance, before turning back around. He then took a deep breath, and stepped up on the hill, making his way to the tree.

He was suddenly greeted by a bright yellow-eyed friend, as Dream frowned at him. "Where were you? Why did you disappear like that?!"

Nightmare sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I kinda forgot you’d be home by now. I'll explain everything, but then you have to tell me about Alexis." He requested.

Dream looked at him tirelessly, he wasn’t his normal cheery self, that twat probably got to him again. "Yeah alright, let’s talk for a bit before bed. How does that sound?"

"Good. Thanks Dream."

#ds! storytwist #ds! storytwist swightblue #ds! storytwist blue #ds! storytwist nightmare #levenxa writes #dreamswap #swightblue #ds nightberry #ds nightmare #ds blue #(ps: I’m kinda bad at proofreading so expect some mistakes that I’ll fix in the future lol)#Dream also shows up at the beginning and end so heads up for that hehe :)#oh yeah—CIIDERRR BEST BROTHER :D #lev writing fics? yeah I do occasionally 🤭

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carebooks · 1 year

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so i watched the School for Good and Evil

ya’ll should know that i’ve never once touched the books, i am going into this blind and just wanna see how the movie does, as a prolific movie watcher and just that

right off the bat, i see we got JESPER FROM SHADOW AND BONE I LOVE THIS DUDE;

so they’re brothers, vv cool, oh is the Red one the evil one? yep i was right

it’s weird bc they’re brothers played by the same guy yet he just has great chemistry with himself

also, the mood just flipped from 0 to a 100 real quick, what just happened

i feel like they should’ve shown us them being brotherly and having arguments and maybe see Rafal slowly get angrier at his side always losing, bc really there was no way to see it coming. i could’ve done with a quick montage of them running the school and him growing angrier

“i prefer chaos” me too but could we get more reasons as to this whole thing other than just ‘evil’ ?

oh damn, the bad one died, i thought it would’ve been the opposite way

(but he aint really dead right? i mean)

so both girls are just hated on by the town, i can see them taking revenge together, lets all choose evil hm?

Aggie and Sophie Forever? *cough* gay

love that they just dont give a shit about what the peoples say; like insults thrown they just fly past them

Sophie just Rapunzeled this creep with a frying pan, im loving her, if i could i would choose violence too babe

“I seriously doubt there are any decent people in Gavaldon.” me too babe

so Sophie wants to get out and doesnt wanna settle for an ordinary life, why not just move in with Aggie and live out your happy lives together?

i wonder if we’ll see what happened to Leonora

so everyone ends up in the water when they get to their school? that’s a way to arrive

WOW i love the werewolf guard

“God I hate move-in day.” why do i vibe with this canine dude so much

i love that there’s a tower between the two schools, wonder what happens there

oh so Hort is Captain Hook’s kid. huh.

Tedros has got nothing on Eugene Fitzherbert

Tedros is King Arthurs kid? hm. better luck next time.

OH HE LOST HIS ARM I LOVE IT

THERE’S SOME ACTUAL DISMEMBERMENT HERE

oh hey its older Rhain, i love the actor’s work on Blackish

i mean hey look on the brightside, you got your own room to yourself

oh those bitches locked you up come on guys

if i were you i would’ve switched clothes, scaling a balcony in a dress cant be easy

whats with the creepy Cupid

WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT YOUR STUDENTS WITH ARROWS IF THEY WERE ON THE LEDGE

SOPHIE TURNING THE KNIFE ON HER WAS SO FUN

IS THAT OLIVIA RODRIGO’S BRUTAL YES

so if you can’t get a prince then you’re destined to end up as an anthropomorphic kitchen object or an animal?

what the actual fuck.

please tell me this entire school structure gets redone in the end

Hort has the makings of a good henchmen once Sophie gets more of a handle on her boss side

Gregor is a guy i can vibe with

idk who that random guy was with Sophie kissing him but he just made me laugh

Sophie growing into her evil side is showing and im liking it

Tedros and Aggie have a fun dynamic, hopefully he doesnt disappointment

again, i’d love it if both girls go for Evil

they talked about how Good and Evil are not really balanced, haven’t been for 200 years, so it’d be interesting if both of them go for Evil (even thou im pretty sure thats not where its gonna go)

imagine hearing your son got killed in school, damn, bye Gregor

how is this side of the school truly good if this is what you do to kids that fail?

OH MY FUCK ITS THE MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE FROM HTTYD I LOVE IT

not Rafal coming in and telling everyone Sophie’s a badass

ugh, Lesso had a thing with Rafal? i was counting on her and Dovey having a secret thing

oh fuck, that’s so sad, oh she let this little girl be free, holy shit that’s epic and sad and just damn, i loved it

whats with the big bird, what’s his problem now??

i like that Dovey is very aware of how fucked up the other princesses are about being ‘good’ and recognizes that Agatha actually is good, paralleling how Sophie is actually evil

the Nevers are some sadistic little freaks huh? i get it

Sophie’s in her villain era and im not sorry about it

Sophie said villains can be hot too

i miss Gregor

why do i kinda ship them? Tedros and Sophie? like they’re not exactly in it for like the deep stuff, you can tell it was more of an appearance based relationship with Sophie having him think she’s truly Good, etc. and considering how he’s been so far tells you what kinda prince he is so really they’re kinda perfect for each other.

ya’ll really wanna risk death outside the gates for each other? i mean Sophie, he’s pretty and Tedros, you talked to her like twice, one time she shot correctly so i mean, how well do you know her that you wanna be together?

Anemone was demoted to beautification? so legit EVERYONE here knows how badly the Good School has fallen, hot damn

OH Lesso was Leonora, fun

YO SOPHIE FLIPPING THE SCHOOLS WAS GENIUS I LOVE THAT

while i dont vibe with the whole thing that this immortal who knows how old man seeks out his true love in Sophie, who im pretty sure is liks 16 or 17 or smth, i love how he corrupted good

BC IT MAKES SENSE

HAVING THE GOOD SIDE BE ABOUT GIRLS PRACTICING THEIR SMILES, REWARDING THEM FOR THEIR REVENGE IN THE END, STUDENTS WHO FAIL THREE TIMES GET BOOTED, GOOD BECAME JUST AS BAD IT’S SO SUBTLE AND IT WORKS

ok but i kinda love that the girls parallel the brothers from the beginning

#the school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #sge movie #sge netflix

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Random Idea junk drawer

So I had a great time doing my Wangxian-centric Breath of the Wild AU last year, and when I finished it I definitely left the epilogue open-ended enough to do more Zelda AU’s/Fusions in the future (I still don’t REALLY know how big the difference is between AU’s and Fusions and which one my other-content-inspired stuff usually counts as but I DIGRESS) because here’s the thing. The Thing(TM). Zelda games are my JAM. They were baby’s first special interest. Literally.

When I was 7 years old my parents bought a GameCube and a game disk that had 4 remastered Classic Zelda games on it (two 2D, two 3D) as well as a 20-minute playable demo for Wind Waker, with three different starting locations to choose from that you could play as many times as you wanted. And you bet my little 7-year-old ass played every bit of it that was within my skill level (which was not much lol), until I got my next Zelda game at 10 (that was Twilight Princess, and it was the first Zelda game I ever finished). I have the Wii walkthrough book for Twilight Princess that I bought used online and it reeked of cigarettes for months after I got it. I chose a screenshot of one of the characters out of it to paint on one of those horrible school industrial ceiling tiles in my 8th grade art class (sadly the photo of it is lost on an old dead phone, but it was really good, I mixed up all my own custom colors of paint and everything which was like. Impressive for 13 year old me :( ). I have and treasure the Hyrule Historia book. I had shitty ill-fitting graphic tees that said things like ‘Good things come to those who break clay pots’ (really funny to me now that I’m a ceramicist and could easily make pots for myself for the purpose of smashing if I were so inclined [I’m totally gonna]). I have massive Zelda tattoos on the insides of both forearms and I’m planning more so that I’ll hopefully end up with two Zelda half-sleeves. Like ZELDA IS MY THING. WHY I’m not writing more Zelda AU’s and playing around in my expanded sandbox of hyperfixations, I have no idea.

But anyway, I’ve started playing Ocarina of Time again, I have no idea how many times I’ve played it at this point within the last 19 years, and I’ve done it on every Nintendo console possible (except, ironically, the N64 as it was originally made for). So obviously I’m playing along and getting lost in the story because it’s a fuckin good story, as one does, and I was like ‘hey what if Wangxian tho’ and thus. Today’s junk drawer was born. Have I already started an outline of the fic plot points as well? Yes. Did I have to stop myself 800 words in and say that no I can’t just write out the entire plot tonight and no it can’t all go into this junk drawer post because I should actually just write the damn thing instead? Yeah. When will that happen? I don’t wanna think about it, so let’s just have fun talking characters and locations and their implications, shall we?

I’m going to post my notes completely unedited and let y’all see the whole ugly process, and I’m gonna put it below the cut because this is already long enough to scroll past but all I’ve done is gush about Zelda and in doing so further cement my well-established status as a huge fuckin nerd lol:

Jiangs/Lotus Pier as Kokiri Forest -- Deku Tree is Jiang Fengmian (Does this make Madam Yu the giant nasty spider inside????? ew)

- Wei Wuxian -- taken into LP/Kokiri Forest as a young child, young enough to fit in with the other children, but he'll soon be old enough for everyone to know that he isn't one of the lake/river children, he's from Elsewhere. - Jiang Cheng as Mido, small and angry and won't let anyone see JFM/YZY without really fucking good reason but also takes the leadership role in LP/Kokiri Forest once JFM/Deku Tree is dead - Jiang Yanli as Saria, gentle and sweet and fond of music and wandering through the woods that keep their lake hidden from the rest of the world. She'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood.

Cloud Recesses as Hyrule Castle, Lans are the Royal Family and Sheikah combined

- Lan Qiren as the king of Hyrule, though as the second brother he's supposed to be leading the Sheikah, not sitting on the throne - Lan Xichen (already in his 20's) as Impa. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. Although he's supposed to be in line for the throne, someone has to be the leader of the Sheikah since LQR can't be, which leaves: - Lan Zhan as Princess Zelda -- plagued by dreams and visions of evil coming to take over the world, but no one takes him seriously because he's still so young. People also forget that in the line of succession he's supposed to be the one protecting the royal family as the next leader of the Sheikah, so it's actually his destiny to have these visions, not to be a politician. He sees in Wei Wuxian someone who's willing to break the rules and society's expectations to be the true hero he's been dreaming about. He'll take up the extremely active role of Wangji/Sheik as an adult, having learnt the Sheikah secrets under Lan Xichen's tutelage and taken up his rightful place as one of them since his escape from the palace as a child.

Kakariko Village -- inhabited by average people (akin to Caiyi town, close with the royal Lan family but not directly cultivators?)

Nies as Gorons in Death Mountain/Goron City/Nie Fortress

- Nie Mingjue as Darunia -- hot-tempered and built like the mountain, willing to swear brotherhood with the boy who came to save his people. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. (NHS as the snot-nosed kid who hero-worships WWX in adulthood? lol)

Jins/Jinlintai as Zora's Domain -- The Zora are a proud people who live high above the rest of Hyrule at the top of their waterfall (tower). (Golden Carp Tower has a lot of water motifs and they decorate things in teal and gold like the zora do too)

- Jin Guangshan as King Zora - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, eaten by their deity god (who is still a giant fuckin fish, I dunno what else he could be lol) and who thinks he has to be engaged to WWX after giving him the Sapphire (maybe because he was told from a young age he'd have to get engaged to one of the lake children anyway and just didn't know who/hint at unrealized Xuanli?) He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. - Jin Guangyao as (????? :( :( :( where will my boy go?? I need my boy for emotional support)

Wen Ruohan as Ganondorf -- a cruel king wreathed in shadow and flame....I mean it writes itself lol

- Baoshan Sanren as Rauru, the Sage of Light -- withdrew from the mortal world an unknowable amount of time ago to protect the Sacred Realm and has watched over WWX these last seven years as he slept. - Jiang Yanli as Saria, the Sage of Forest -- she awakens into her powers to protect her childhood friend/brother(s), though this will mean having to leave Jiang Cheng on his own in Lotus Pier - Nie Mingjue as Darunia, the Sage of Fire -- he awakens as a sage to honor the Brotherhood oath he swore with WWX in the past - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, the Sage of Water -- he 'dumps' WWX because he has to do the more important work of stopping the apocalypse, try to contain your disappointment WWX, you can still be coworkers and save the world or whatever, if you even care. - Lan Xichen as Impa, the Sage of Shadow -- Lan Xichen must leave the mortal world behind to take up his mantle as the Sage of Shadow, leaving Lan Wangji to carry his worldly responsibilities instead (sort of half-retreating into seclusion like canon) - Wen Qing as Nabooru, the Sage of Spirit -- Wen Qing is the leader of the all-female band of Gerudo thieves who in no way endorse Wen Ruohan's domination of the world. When she leaves to take up her role as the Sage of Spirit, she leaves her cousin Wen Yun (my OC Madam Lan) to lead the Gerudo in her stead. (need to find a role for Wen Ning? Except zelda lore is that only one man is born to the Gerudo at a time every hundred years and he’s always their king. Maybe WN is meant to be the new one but WRH has reached immortality/won’t die and let him succeed him?)

Plot would follow Ocarina of Time fairly closely (Unlike my BOTW AU where I tried to make it...relatively more like canon??) because there's a very definite plot there, while BOTW is so much more fluid it was easier to adapt to something else.

#the untamed fanfic #wangxian #random idea junk drawer #so called because all these ideas rattle around in my head like pens and shit in a junk drawer #not because i think my ideas are junk #Ocarina of Time AU #no title for this baby yet but 'quqin of time' or 'dizi of time' just don't have the same flow ya know?#Oh also adult LWJ (in the role of Sheik) 100% uses his spiritual guqin to play music instead of Sheik's lapharp #and WWX uses chenqing instead of an ocarina #but chenqing isn't made of resentment she's just a spiritual tool

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