#I will cook and clean for them TnT

[catsdrinkmocha]

[loud-whistling-yes]

Also crossposted on Ao3

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She wakes up to the familiar sound of skeletons hitting the floor and furnaces cackling. 

Pearl opens her eyes, the smell of gunpowder and the memories of an explosion fading into the background. The grinder is packed with skeletons, and the fire in the furnaces pop with the smell of cooked porkchop. She gets up from the bed, and the floor is still made of oh-so-flammable wooden planks, and the chests in the walls are organized, untouched by intruders. 

She walks up the stairs, and they’re clean. The walls are decorated with wooden pillars and stone bricks. She reaches the top and there’s no dirt to dig through, just a pretty little trapdoor, made of spruce and clearly not meant to be hidden under the ground. 

She pushes it open, and the sunlight reveals poppies and lilies and dandelions, all planted around the entryway like a little garden. The cottage is in one piece, flowers and grass growing on its mossy roof, the windows reflecting the blue sky. At the furthest corner of the house, where the roof met the cobblestone walls, the moss is black and singed, remnants of orange embers clinging on. 

She finds him in the farms, harvesting the wheat. 

“The roof’s burning again.”

“Again?” He sighs, exasperated. He lifts the bundle of wheat in his arms, setting them by the side. “I thought I already fixed that side…” 

“Not yet, apparently.” She snorts, and he smiles, rolling his eyes. 

He climbs the walls and she follows up. On the other side are the spruce trees, peaceful and untouched. Below them the ground is pristine, green grass undisturbed by creeper craters or TNT attacks. 

He opens up the stone pathway, revealing the bubbling lava underneath. She sits. The bricks are warm. 

The leaves sway in the wind. 

“I’m sorry,” she starts, and he doesn’t take his eyes off the floor. 

“I didn’t want Martyn to go to the Nether alone. I thought we could trick someone into trading us something good. I didn’t mean to get us hurt.” 

“You were burning. We were burning.” The lava popped beneath them. “I was so scared. Cleo was scared too. We thought we were gonna die.” 

The fire on the moss behind them dies down. He sighs again. “I’m sorry, too.” 

“Martyn left me after you guys left.” 

“I thought you’d be fine with him. Me and Cleo chose each other, I thought you and Martyn did the same.” 

“Well, he didn’t.” 

The brick path covers the lava. He sits by her. 

They look at the forest beyond their little walls. Sunlight shines through the leaves and onto the grass. 

“I forgive you.” 

The birds sing in the branches. 

“Me too.” 

The wheat dances in the breeze. 

“Is this home?”

He turns to look back. She does too. Their little cottage, with its mossy roof and little garden. With its wheat fields and wooden basement. He smiles. 

“Home.” 

She smiles too. 

[anniebrainrots]

Family

In which you reflect upon yours and Technoblade’s shared past. 

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warnings: mentions of violence (nothing too graphic), slight gore, angst, SBI family dynamic, no y/n 

wc: 3.2k 

notes: i’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors, i really tried my best :,) 

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You can’t remember a time when you and Technoblade actually fought. You had always been attached at the hip, you had watched him grow up from a young boy full of ambition and fire to an accomplished man with strong ideals and a fierce personality. That’s one of the things that you had prided yourself in, well, that and your impeccable ability to calm the pink-haired piglin. 

You remember the first time the voices had appeared; he had come to you after he had gone hunting with Phil for the first time. He had mentioned his first kill, how it had awoken something in him, how it almost felt like he had been running on autopilot when he shot the arrow. You hadn’t known how to talk to him through his episodes then, though with years you had learned what to say to not set him off. 

The first time he had killed a man hadn’t been that long after his first hunt. A bandit had come to your small camp in the forest in the middle of the night. You couldn’t have been older than twelve at the time, Techno being thirteen. You had been held at knifepoint, held in front of Phil and Wilbur while the hybrid had gone out to get more firewood when your campfire dwindled. You remember seeing horror cross the two faces in front of you before the grip on your neck had loosened and a man had dropped right to the floor. You had tried your best to erase traces of that night from your memory, but the thin scar on your neck always made a point to remind you of it. 

He had changed since then, an insatiable thirst for bloodlust had festered deep within him, unable to be satisfied. He hadn’t been too good at controlling the voices at that time, and the first time he had lost control in your presence he couldn’t bear to look at you for a week out of shame. It had taken the help of Phil, Wilbur, and even Tommy to talk him out of separating himself from you. After that, your bond with him had only grown stronger. When you had left the family to pursue your own adventure with Techno, you had learned how to talk to him, to ease the voices that always screamed at him. 

The second time he had lost control around you it hadn’t been directed at you. The both of you had entered a tournament for money, and the result had been devastating for you. Techno had gotten his long hair cut short while your wings had ended up getting chopped off. It had been a foul play, ambushed from the back while you had fought another in front of you. Techno had seen nothing but red, finishing off both people before consoling you the best he could. You had mourned the loss of your flight and your precious wings for weeks, not eating and barely alive, according to Techno. He had half the mind to send you back to Phil, doubting his abilities to protect you but you had insisted to stay with him, that you would simply be too ashamed to look your father in the eyes and tell him why your wings had no longer been on your back. 

Years later, even though you still held the loss of your wings close to your heart, you had learned to move on with the help of your companion, finding solace in causing chaos and taking down unjust governments. Naturally, when Wilbur and Tommy had called upon you both to help them with their revolution against a tyrant who had taken charge of their old country, you had been more than happy to come. 

The first few weeks had been spent catching up with your brothers, and you had exchanges of your adventures and their experiences running their country. You couldn’t help but notice darkness festering deep within Wilbur’s eyes, and one night he broke, asking Tommy if they had been the bad guys all along. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them you had followed them that night, eavesdropping on their conversation. You had confided in Technoblade, the piglin merely dismissing your concerns for your brother as he urged you to start preparing for the war. You had tried to ignore it, the way Wilbur’s tongue dripped with acid every time he had spoken of L’manburg, the way Tommy had flinched when Wilbur would walk into the same room, the way Wilbur constantly disappeared in the dead of the night when he had thought no one was watching. But you had been, you had always been watching him. 

The day he hid behind Dream, the man that had nearly killed Tommy twice in their war against the Dream SMP, you had nearly taken it upon yourself to incapacitate Wilbur. Technoblade, as war-hungry as he always had been, paid no attention to this, which had angered you greatly. Once you had learned of Wilbur’s planting of hundreds of TNT underneath L’manburg, you had tried to talk him out of it. 

“L’manburg is a fallen nation, birdie. It’s done nothing but cause pain for everyone, so why does it have to exist? You wouldn’t understand, you weren’t there when we built it, so stay out of our fucking business or leave.” The nickname that Wilbur had given you in your youth sounded like nothing but pure venom and ice, and his words had stung you far more than anything else. 

That night, you had approached Technoblade; you couldn’t help but notice how you had been falling apart due to how busy he had become with his preparations.  It had been obvious to you how stressed he was, spacing out more frequently while you had conversed. When you brought up your concern over Wilbur’s plans, he lashed out. 

“God, you’re so annoyin’, always havin’ concern over what Wilbur wants to do or not. The man ran the country way before we even got here so why do you care so much?” 

“I’m worried because everyone’s life is on the line here, Techno. You’re telling me you’d let your brothers fight in a war that will end up in explosions? What about Tommy, you’re gonna let him go through with this? Why can’t you see that Wilbur’s gone crazy, and he needs to be stopped?” 

“I can’t let you do that. No matter what you want, I promised to help Wilbur and if you don’t agree with his ideals, then just leave. We don’t want you here.” For the second time that night alone, you had been told to leave by some of the most important people in your lives. You choked back the rising sob in your throat, letting your sadness dissipate and anger take over. You had marched right out of his base, not a single call of your name from the man you had just spoken with, and you had concluded that that would be the last time you would talk to him. 

You had gone deep into the forest into your small cottage, taking all of your valuables and putting them in your ender chest, stuffing food and all of your weapons into your bags where they had fit. You had taken a few pieces of TNT, no one needed the rest of these items anyways. You had been deep enough in the forest that the explosion would not be heard from anywhere near PogTopia, so you had quickly ignited the TNT and watched as your house exploded onto tiny remnants. A small crater had been left in its place, small enough to pass off as a creeper explosion in the night. 

Your second stop had been to Tommy’s quarters, where you had found him sitting by his bed. 

He had looked up at you in slight confusion, noting your packed bags and outdoor attire. He had wondered if you were going to go scouting in L’manburg and almost wanted to ask if he could come, but you had cut him off before he could. 

You handed him a sword, the first one you had ever made with your own hands when you were barely his age. 

“What’s this for? And why are you dressed like that?” 

You gave him a watery smile, “this sword helped me survive all this time, so I hope it serves you well in the war. And I can’t fight alongside you anymore, Tommy. Technoblade and Wilbur had made that very clear tonight.” 

“What? Wilbur? I’ll go speak to him right now if he’s makin’ you leave. You can’t leave, you just can’t!” Tommy stood to his full height, arms wrapping themselves around your smaller form. You patted his back, offering words of comfort. 

That night, you had left with a heavy heart, and despite your rather unpleasant last experiences with Will and Techno, you couldn’t help but to think of them fondly from time to time. 

That led to where you are now, in the Tundra, in a humble cottage in the middle of a clearing. There’s a village nearby, with wonderful farmers offering you discounted golden carrots for all the help you provided for them in the past 6 months. 

You never did find out the outcome of that war, and something tells you that it didn’t end in celebrations. You traveled far enough that even news from L’manburg would be unlikely to reach all the way here. Still, though, you can’t help but wonder where Technoblade is, if he’s been taking care of himself, if he’s even still alive. You snort at that, of course he’s still alive; Technoblade never dies. 

One day, you wake up with a slightly more cheery attitude than most other mornings. You prance around your house, humming songs to yourself while you clean and cook. It’s quiet, like it always is, and sometimes you find yourself wishing you’re back to the old days, when everything was loud, chaotic, and bloody. The silence, however, is a luxury you never knew you needed. 

Your black cape and golden crown (one that Techno gave you in order to match with him), hangs in your closet, unused. 

You make sure to polish the crown once a week, it being a gift from a man you harbored feelings for since your youth, you couldn’t bear to leave it to collect dust. You sigh wistfully, placing the newly polished crown on your head while looking at your reflection in the mirror. 

You can’t help but notice the way your features have softened, given your lifestyle with Techno over the years, you were almost never given a break from all of the bloodshed. Your eyes are brighter, and your face gleamed with a newfound glow, one that had always been stained by dirt and grime from the battlefield. You note faint scars running down your arms, a brief moment of insecurity passing through you as you remember the perfectly clean complexion the village women had. 

You’re cut off by your thoughts by a rapid and harsh knock on your front door, and you rush to take off the crown and place it back in your closet and head back downstairs. It’s odd, almost no one visits the Tundra, so the very idea that someone is knocking on your door is already incredibly bizarre. You figure it’s probably a wandering trader, a very impatient one sounding from the hurried knocks. 

You open the door roughly and step back slightly in shock. Phil stares back at you with equal emotion in his eyes, he obviously wasn’t expecting you to answer the door. Your gaze shifts to the man by his shoulders, hanging limply with his head down. 

“Help,” is all Phil’s able to say before you quickly wrap your arms around Techno’s midsection and lead him to lay down on your couch. Blood pools around his waist staining your cushions, but you can’t even acknowledge that. He’s passed out and pale, so you make quick work to tend to his injuries, finding him improperly wrapped in loose bandages. 

After cleaning his injuries, the worst of which being a stab wound on his midsection and a large gash on the arm, you wrap him with bandages and give him healing potions to speed up the recovery. With the help of your adopted father, you move Techno to your bed, closing the door before joining Phil on the floor near the fireplace. 

Phil watches you sit down next to him, eyeing your bloody hands before blinking away to stare at the flickering flame. He also notices your wings, or lack thereof, but chooses to stay silent. 

“What happened? Why is Techno like that?” 

He’s silent for a moment before answering, “after the big battle, they reclaimed L’manburg but reinstituted Tubbo as the new president. Techno didn’t like that, so he fought back. It was him against everyone else. After that he fled to escape but someone was able to shoot him down with an arrow and stab him. I knocked the guy out and tried to fix Techno, but I couldn’t do that with everyone chasing us down. So, I took him on a boat and ended up here. Gave him enough healing potions to not die, but I barely had enough. Thank god we found you.” 

You go quiet at that, a question annoying you at the back of your mind. 

“Did he do it?” From your tone, the man realizes you’re referring to Wilbur, and his heart clenches at the fresh memory. 

“He did. I barely got there in time, mate. I tried to talk him out of it but…” he trails off, shoving his face into his hands to hide his tears, “I killed him.” 

Your shoulders slump in sympathy, about to comfort him, “Phil, it’s not your faul—” 

“No. I literally killed him. When he pressed the button, he gave me his sword and…” this time he lets out a weak laugh, “did I do the right thing, birdie? Was I right to kill my own son?” 

You can’t wrap your head around that. “Wilbur’s dead?” 

Phil cries quietly to himself, nodding his head to affirm your thoughts, making you let out a small ‘oh’. 

You’re at a loss for words. Sure, Wilbur had been nothing but toxic to you the last time you had seen him, but that didn’t overshadow the years of love and affection he had given you in your childhood. Deep down, you knew the Wilbur you had seen last had been nothing but the shell of the person that gave you piggy back rides when you were learning to fly so you can experience being off your feet, of the person that bandaged your knee when you had tripped and had been too scared to tell Phil you had gotten hurt, of the person that sang you songs on his guitar whenever you felt restless at night because he knew they helped you sleep. Wilbur is—was—your brother. 

“He went crazy, Phil. Too clouded by his emotions to think straight. He endangered the lives of everyone around him. He wasn’t Wilbur anymore at that time, Phil. He was just a man that had lost everything, too scared to rebuild from scratch that he just destroyed his work so no one else could have it. It was like watching a child who lost their favorite toy. Jesus, Phil, if you’d seen him then…” You watch the crackling fire, words caught in your throat, unable to finish the sentence, silence lying heavily in the air. “He needed to be stopped.” 

The man you saw as your father goes quiet, and from the corner of your eyes you see just how this man aged. Despite being immortal, Phil always had what you called ‘sleepy eyes’ referring to the way he seems to constantly have bags underneath his eyes that made him look sleep deprived despite being well-rested; a trait that Wilbur inherited, and Techno had purely because of his lack of a proper sleep schedule. Tommy used to tease them about it, despite having developed it slightly after his staying up with you, Wilbur, and Techno in the dead of the night to sneak out when Philza was asleep. 

“Guess we’re both flightless now, huh?” You ask after a moment, studying his burned feathers that would surely never heal properly enough for him to take flight. He let out a humorless chuckle, dull eyes closing for a moment. 

“I tried to shield him from the explosion but it resulted in quite some irreversible damage.” He stretches his wings out, barely even a quarter of its original length, black feathers singed and unrecognizable. He gives you a glance from the side, “you never told me about yours.” 

You hum, and your back burns with phantom pain. “I lost them in an arena. A couple years after we left, Techno and I participated in this free-for-all arena and some guy ambushed me from behind and cut them off.” Your left hand grips your sleeve, images of red and withering feathers flashing before your eyes. You feel a gentle hand on your back, and all of it stops. 

You and Phil sit together in well-appreciated silence, basking in each other’s presence after so many years of no contact. A shuffle from the other room catches your attention, you turn and see Techno stepping out of the room, one hand supporting himself on the wall and the other wrapped around his midsection, tight against his fresh wound. You and him make eye contact for a split second before you turn away and he redirects his gaze to Phil. 

From the corner of your eyes you see them staring at each other, having what seems to be a silent conversation before the older man sighs and gets up. He pats you on the head once and gives Techno a nod before stepping outside. Uh oh. You know what’s coming next and you don’t know if you’re ready for it. You say nothing when you hear approaching footsteps from behind you, staring at the dwindling flame in the fireplace. You say nothing when he sits behind you on the couch, unable to sit on the floor because of his injuries. You say nothing when you turn around from your sitting position on the floor to look up at him. 

Despite only being apart for 6 months, Techno sure looks older. Maybe it had been the effects of war, but both you and him have gone through countless battles before and you had never seen his face like this. Grim, serious, unapproachable. Something in his eyes flicker when he stares at you; pity, remorse. 

“I’m sorry.” Techno says after a moment, looking guilty as his facade slowly breaks. 

You don’t know what to say. The Blood God, infamous for his unyielding wrath and immeasurable power, for his countless victories in war, for his presence made to induce fear upon people, bowing his head to you in remorse. Was this the same Blood God that you hear countless stories of? No, this is Techno. Your best friend, your partner in crime, your person. 

“I know.” 

[helliontherapscallion]

Warmth (Adrenaline Junkie Part 6)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Self harm scars, mentions of panic attacks and hallucinations

Word count: 2,842

(A/N): This takes place about 6 months after the last chapter. Also, I was heavily inspired by Toothless’ prosthetic, I’m really excited to write more about it : )

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the cobblestone street of the village. The village was probably one of your favorite places to visit; it had quaint little shops and stalls decorating the main plaza that you adored, it was always interesting to see what’s being sold today. Though you always wore your cloak to cover your wings (well, wing and a now-feathered nub) whenever you visited to avoid the stares, you still regularly visited the main plaza for the shops. 

The first time you visited after the incident was about a month ago with Wilbur, you two were looking for something to cook for dinner. You were trying to get used to having your wings out again, so you were wearing the jacket with the slits in the back that you always used to wear. 

The feeling of people staring holes into you was a feeling you forgot about. You always got stares whenever you went into the village because of your wings, but now it felt like more and more people were staring at you as you passed them, probably because of your nub. Though some looked at you in pity, most looked at you with disgust.

You could hear children asking their mothers what happened to you. Their mothers would take one look at you and shield their children away from you staring at you with disgust. You even made one kid cry when he saw your wing; you didn’t blame him, you still couldn’t look at your nub without tearing up. An hour hasn’t even passed before you were asked by a police officer to leave because you were causing a disruption and being indecent in public.

Wilbur was pissed. “They’re fully clothed and they didn’t even talk to anybody, so how exactly were they being disruptive or indecent?”

The officer firmly held her ground, looking up to Wilbur’s tall form. “Sir, the people are complaining and it’s my job to make the public feel safe and comfortable. Look,” she sighed, “I really don’t want to have to ask them to leave, they’re not doing anything to directly threaten people. However, they are causing a disturbance with their,” she wrinkled her nose, “their thing, so I’m going to have to ask them to leave.”

“You have absolutely no right to tell them to leave. They-”

“Wilbur, it’s fine. I’ll leave,” turning back to the officer, you calmly stated “I’m sorry for causing a disturbance ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

She curtly nodded and stood watching you, probably making sure that you left the main plaza. Before you could turn to leave, Wilbur stopped you.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, Wilbur. It’s alright, I can wait outside the village for you.”

He sighed, looking through his leather satchel. “No, you won’t have to wait for me. We’ve got enough food for dinner anyways,” shooting one last heated glare at the police officer, he reached down to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

He drug you quickly through the village with you having a little trouble keeping up with his long strides. Once you were out of the village, he slowed his pace and walked with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“(Y/n), I’m sor-”

“Don’t be Wil. It isn’t your fault. I honestly was expecting to get kicked out earlier.”

“Still, it’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask for this.” 

“I know Wil, I’ll just wear my cloak next time I visit.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The rest of the walk home was shrouded in an awkward silence. 

Another part of the village you loved was the library. It had tall shelves filled to the brim with all sorts of books and various cushioned furniture littered randomly amongst the maze of shelves. Whoever would walk into the library would immediately be hit by the strong scent of parchment and wood as soon as they would walk through the twin doors. You would usually browse books about redstone, but you had a different agenda today.

Today, you were looking for a book about leather working. You wanted to make a leather prosthetic wing so you could at least glide through the air. You weren’t sure if it would work though. From what you’ve read, nobody’s attempted to make a prosthetic wing. It made sense, being a hybrid was rare in and of itself, let alone a winged hybrid. 

You missed flying more than anything. You would give anything to be able to be in the air again. You felt jittery and restless without flight. Sure, Philza took you on some flights with him every now and then, but it wasn’t the same. You yearned for the independence and liberation it gave you to fly alone.

After you found a book and checked it out with the librarian, you hastily set out for home. You were walking with a giddy smile on your face and a bounce in your step. Several people gave you strange looks as you passed them, but you were in too good of a mood to care. You finally figured out a way you could possibly fly again. 

When you got home, you headed straight to your workshop to get to work on your prosthetic. Several blueprints were hung up around your desk, some for your TNT launcher (which you finished a few weeks ago) and others contained ideas for an automatic farm. Your pride and joy was hung up in the center of your bulletin board. It made you extremely happy just by looking at the prosthetic sketch.

Your redstone lamp illuminated the space in front of you as you focused on cutting a large strip of leather in front of you with great concentration. You needed to get the measurements exactly right, equal sized wings are integral for stability midair. The prosthetic was going to be about the same size as your left wing with thin iron rods giving the wing structure. You planned on making it identical to a bat’s wing with a few minor changes in shape to match your other wing. Once it actually was structurally sound and working, you would add proper joints so you could wear it around and decorate it. Until then, you’re making adjustments.

When you were done, you moved on to crafting and melding together the iron rods. Putting on your goggles and thick leather gloves, you used a bit of lava your family kept stored in another room in the basement to fuse the thin iron rods together. You carefully dipped one end of two rods into the bucket before pulling it out at a certain time to hold the molten ends together until they cooled. You repeated this process until you were melding the last piece on.

“HEY BITCH, DINNER’S READY. GET IT WHILE IT’S HOT!”

Yelping, you dropped the mold onto your desk. You picked it up in a panic without paying attention to where your arms went. Unknowingly, your sleeved arm was pressing up against the scorching iron of the bucket of lava.

“FUCK YOU YA FILTHY GREMLIN, A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”

He started cackling. “FUCK YOU TOO! NOW GET UP HERE BEFORE I EAT YOUR DINNER.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT. I SWEAR TO- FUCK!”

You felt the nerves on the side of your forearm screaming as you yanked it away, leaving the crisp remains of a part of your sleeve stuck to the iron bucket. Two pairs of footsteps boomed down the steps and got louder as they rapidly approached you. 

Wilbur’s deep voice worriedly called out to you. “Shit, (y/n) are you alright? Let me see.”

Before you could protest, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled the sleeve of your jacket down. Adjoining the light burn, small horizontal scars and some fresh cuts lined your forearms. Shit, they were never supposed to find out.

Wilbur’s hand froze, gripping your wrist with an iron grip. You hissed at the feeling of some of your cuts reopening, causing him to quickly retract his hand. He now had his hands hovering over your arm unsure of what to do with them.

“(Y/n), wha-” Tommy cut himself off once he saw the panicked look on his older brother’s face. Following his gaze, his wide eyes met with your cuts.

You sighed, prying the goggles off from your face and pulling the gloves off from your hands. You put on a calm exterior, contrary to what you felt on the inside. They were never supposed to know. “Listen, you guys weren’t supposed to find out about this. None of you were. Please don’t tell Dad or Technoblade, I don’t need more people knowing.”

Tommy spoke up with an incredulous look. “(Y/n), what do you mean? We can’t just not tell them.”

“I know. Please, do it for me? Everything’s finally going back to normal and this will just make everything worse again. I promise I’ll stop, I swear.”

The two brothers looked at each other silently contemplating what they should do. On one hand, you were their sibling and you were hurting yourself. They needed to tell their dad that you were cutting. You only had two lives left and you could kill yourself doing that. Philza and Techno could help. On the other hand, they wanted you to feel normal in your own home. You were right in the fact that everything was starting to feel like it did before the incident. Plus, they would gladly help you through it.

They looked back at you with apprehensive expressions, speaking at the same time. 

“(Y/n), we’re not gonna tell Dad or Techno.”

“We’re telling them.”

Tommy whipped his head up to look at his brother angrily. “Wilbur, we need to tell them.”

“Tommy, no-”

“Are you fucking stupid? Of course we have to-”

“Tommy. We don’t because I’ll be taking every sharp object away from them tonight. We’ll watch them and check their wrists to make sure that there’s no new cuts and they stay clean. We’ll help them.”

“But- they,” Tommy gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But we at least have to tell Techno about this. He can help us.”

Wilbur glanced at you with apologetic eyes. Before he could speak up, you interrupted him. “...Alright, as long as Dad doesn’t find out. He has enough to stress out about and he doesn’t need to worry about me again. Now, can we go upstairs for dinner? We’ve been down here for long enough already and Dad’s probably wondering why. Tell him that I’m gonna go clean up.”

Without giving them any room to argue, you speeded up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door and leaning your back on it, you let your calm facade drop into a panicked one. Shit, what if Tommy tells Dad? What were you supposed to do then? He’ll take away what little freedom you had left and you’ll be sinking into the depths of your depression again. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock and Philza’s voice. You held your breath as you prepared yourself for him to tell you that he knows your secret. “Hey hun, Wilbur and Tommy told me that you burned yourself,” you let out a relieved sigh. “Do you need me to look at it?”

Panic once again flared in your bloodstream. “N-no Dad, it’s just a little burn. I’ll be down in just a second I’m changing.”

“You sure? I can get you a potion.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“...Alright,” he sounded skeptical. “Just hurry up, dinner’s getting cold.”

The sound of his retreating footsteps sounded like music to your ears. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before you moved to put on a long sleeved shirt. 

Dinner was uncharacteristically quiet without Tommy, you, or Wilbur talking. Philza tried to carry the conversation with you four, but only Technoblade gave full responses. You, Tommy, and Wilbur only supplied a few words to a conversation when prompted. 

Technoblade was suspicious. Sure, you and Wilbur were quiet sometimes, but Tommy? Tommy’s always loud and rambunctious. Something’s wrong, but what? What could’ve happened when Tommy and Wilbur went to go get you for dinner? They weren’t gone for long. He did hear you screaming profanities at Tommy for scaring you and overheard Tommy telling Philza about how you burned yourself, but how is that something that would shut you three up? He was going to confront his siblings after he finished tonight’s dishes. 

Meanwhile, you, Tommy, and Wilbur were in your room. You were giving them your iron dagger.

“Is this all?”

“Yeah, Tommy. That’s all, search my room if you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.”

They did just that. Looking under your bed, in your drawers, in your closet, and in the chest you kept for your supplies. You watched them propped up on your bed. While you were angry with yourself that you were so careless, you felt warm that they cared about you. They were great brothers.

After they were done turning your room upside down, Wilbur plopped down next to you and Tommy threw himself over your legs. You three laid there for a while just enjoying each other’s presence. It was nice to spend some time with your brothers, you didn’t get much free time to spend with them because you spent most of your time in your workshop.

The silence was broken by Tommy. “...So, how do you wanna go about telling Technoblade?”

“I’m… not exactly sure. Do we even have to tell him?”

Wilbur pursed his lips. “Even if you didn’t want to, I’m pretty sure he knows something’s up. He’s good at picking up on social cues.”

“Well if that’s the case, I might just wait until he comes to me. It’ll be easier.”

Your door swung open to reveal your piglin hybrid brother. He looked at you with a single eyebrow raised as his ear flicked. “What were you planning on telling me?”

Tommy and Wilbur looked at you expectantly. You shifted your body closer to the wall making room on your bed for him. He walked over and stiffly sat on the edge of your mattress. He gestured for you to talk to him. You slowly slid your sleeve down and showed him your arm. Besides his eyebrows slightly crinkling, he was as stoic as ever when he reached out to grab your wrist for a better look.

On the inside, the voices were almost as loud as when you died. They were nearly incoherent as several angry voices mixed together yelling at him for not noticing anything was wrong with you, the kid he vowed to protect when you first stole his crown and replaced it with a homemade paper one. Outside of the voices, he was furious at himself, he was supposed to protect you. He ran his fingers along the raised lines, gently tracing over every scar and scabbed over cut as if memorizing where every single one lays.

His monotone voice was gruff. “How long? Why?”

“About eight months now. I-I didn’t feel anything for a while after I respawned and I realized that pain helped me feel. It helped ground me when I hallucinated or had panic attacks.”

“...Do you feel anything now?”

“Yeah, I’m getting better Tech. I’m hallucinating less and I’m getting better at managing anxiety attacks. At this point, it's just a habit that I can’t drop.” 

“Do you want to drop it?”

You fell silent. You never really considered stopping before. Before, you would do it to give yourself something to focus on when you were overwhelmed, but now you would do it out of habit. It somehow felt wrong when you skipped a session and it usually threw your entire day off. You would feel drained for the entire day if you didn’t do it. It was one of the only consistent things in your life.

“(Y/n), c’mon you don’t want to keep doing this, right?” Tommy asked before Wilbur reached over and slapped him upside his head. 

“I think,” you breathed out, unsure of yourself, “I want to get better.”

Techno looked at his brothers. “Did you two take their blades?”

Tommy held up the iron dagger and wove it around haphazardly in the air. Techno reached over and pocketed the dagger before discarding his golden crown and placing it on your nightstand. He took off his weighted fluffy cloak and neatly draped it over a nearby chest. He maneuvered his body so that he was laying on your other side and wrapped a lazy arm over your chest. 

With Wilbur on your right side with your wing draped over him, Tommy laying on your stomach with Wilbur reaching down to hold him, and Techno pulling you close to his body, you were pleasantly warm. You were slowly drifting off, being lulled to sleep by Techno’s slow heartbeat. You blissfully fell asleep surrounded by your brothers’ love.

Inspo for the cuddle pile (credit goes to og artist, zillychu): https://zillychu.home.blog/tag/heart-squad-cuddle-pile/

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[jeontaehui]

TAEHEE WITH WAYV

kun kunhee

taehee’s true aegyo only shows when she talks to kun.

she would call him ‘kun gege‘ or ‘kunnie kun kun’ when she’s feeling it lol

taehee Loves kun’s cooking !!! every time the neos would separate into groups during an activity that involved cooking, she’d beg to be in the same group as him.

(nct world ep. 8) “oppa, your food is to die for.”

kun looks at taehee very fondly, like how a dad would watch his child. 

he thinks taehee can be a bit out of hand sometimes, but 98% of the time they’re together, kun looks like he’d spoil taehee without her having to ask him. 

(180403 vlive) “kun-ge,” taehee skips in her steps as kun turns his head to acknowledge her, “hmm?” “if ten oppa asked you to cut me in half, would you?” she asks him expectantly, and without missing a beat, he replies, “no”. triumphantly, taehee turns to the back to stick out her tongue at ten, “see, you’re the only person—“ “i don’t want to have two of you around,” kun cuts her off with a playful smirk, which turns to a laugh as soon as taehee lets out a gasp. she continued to ramble about how she trusted him, how she felt betrayed. “i’m just kidding,” kun says as he put his arm around taehee’s shoulders, pulling her close before ruffling her hair. 

although they’re not a very popular duo or not seen together quite often, taehee absolutely missed kun and his playfulness (and maybe his cooking too).

iconic moment (uncut take #1 | 2020 yearparty behind scene #2) “hello,” they respectfully greeted, with taehee clinging to kun’s side. “i’m here with taehee,” kun starts, “and even if we aren’t in a scene together, we’re hanging out.”

“i missed kun oppa,” taehee pouts, “kun gege.” this immediately made kun smile, it was clear how kun adored taehee like she was his own child. “really?” and taehee nods in response. “it’s been like, what, two years? since i’ve last seen you. moments with you are like, a breath of fresh air,” kun softly laughs at the comparison as he shakes his head at her dramatics. “you’re just making stuff up, aren’t you?”

“i’m not! i swear!”

“are you sure it’s not my cooking that you missed?”

“well... maybe that too.”

song happier by marshmellow ft. bastille

ten tnt / tenhee

taehee likes to think of ten as her twin, but then he would always shoot down the idea. 

(n’-75) “we’re like twins, right?” taehee tells ten before throwing a chip into her mouth. “yeah, but you’re the annoying one and everyone likes me.”

their videos on nct’s dance channel are literally Divine !!!!!! nctzens especially went wild when taehee performed with ten on ‘hit the stage’.

the dirty jokes ..... don’t even get me started. ten would make one remark and it immediately becomes dirty when he makes eye contact with taehee (ft. mark sometimes). if taehee was about to break out laughing, she’d go “UGH I HATE YOU!”

but even if they’re like this with each other, ten and taehee care about each other a whole lot :(

(nct world ep. 3) taehee strained her wrist while attempting to do jump over the vault. though she was able to balance herself quickly, she looked as if she were about to fall; at this split second, ten took a worried step forward, afraid that she’d slip to the ground. later, when taehee comes back with a wrist guard around her hand, ten takes a concerned look at her and asks if she was okay.

taehee also caught a cold while they were preparing for ‘90’s love’ and ten kept insisting he’d make her something to help her feel better.

ten would never admit it but taehee is his baby, anything or anyone that’s bothering her will have to go through him first >:(

iconic moment (jcc ep. 25) “ten, i don’t think it’s supposed to work that way,” taehee giggles at him as he stood a foot away from her while mixing his self-made cookie dough. “no, you wait for it. it’s gonna work,” ten insists while pointing the wooden spoon menacingly at taehee, but this just made the girl smile wider.

she secretly slides the jar of white sugar towards her and scoops up a spoonful, before moving carefully towards ten. “i don’t even think you added sugar,” she mumbles, but his body moves to block her and she bumps into his back with another step. “HEY!” she laughs at how protective ten was getting over his cookie dough, and his stirring becoming more and more aggressive as she tries to put sugar in it, “i’m going to place some so it has a taste!”

ten protests that he already did a while ago while taehee maneuvered her way around him laughing. ten knew what she was trying to do and so he bumped his hip against hers to stop her from getting any nearer. “this is going to spill! ten, stop!,” taehee tries to hold in her giggles, ten was being too cute. “and you’re going to clean it up when it does,” he bites back.

taehee resumes to finding ways to get sugar into the mix while ten resists, causing a very entertained mark to fill the studio with laughter. after a few minutes of trying, taehee sighs and puts back the sugar in the jar, "wow, i never knew baking could be so tiring.”

turns out, ten’s cookies didn’t come out that well and taehee’s expression said it all. “i told you so.”

song positions by ariana grande 

winwin winhee

when winwin was promoting with wayv, he and taehee would send each other messages asking about their days or if they had plans for anything. since both units were busy, they really never do this and it’s only rare that they message each other, let alone call each other.

that’s why taehee was very happy when she saw winwin again for resonance :(

if taehee was chill about her love for winwin before, now she’d just poke his cheeks every once in a while.

(uncut take #1 | 2020 yearparty behind scene #1) taehee watches from the side as three or four members corner winwin to gush over him, making her give a disapproving shake of the head to the camera. “everyone, winwin hyungie is like a baby,” she nods. “babies won’t like it if you bother them too much, so you have to be subtle with your affection.” taehee gives a playful smirk to the camera, “that’s why winwin hyungie likes me.”

winwin, on the other hand, thinks that taehee changed very much the last time he saw her. from being childish and innocent, she became matured and confident. this is how winwin felt time really flew.

(uncut take #1 | 2020 yearparty behind scene #1) “winwin gege~,” taehee whines, seeing how it would roll off her tongue. “did i say that right? ‘winwin gege’?,” she looks to see that winwin already had a fond smile on his face. “you are so cute,” he pouts, “jeon taehee, you are really too cute.”

iconic moment (201106 twitter blueroom live) “winwin hyung, who is your favorite member here in 90’s love?,” haechan asks from his left. and as everyone appeals to him, including mark who touches his ear out of affection, he already had one person in mind. “jeon taehee.”

song left to right by marteen

lucas luhee

a very very very very chaotic duo.

if you watch compilation videos of the funniest moments from empathy era, the iconic clip of lucas and taehee saying something else instead of ‘yadom’ (nasal spray) would always be included. they had to cut out that part from the live later, and members had to tell them what ‘야동’ actually meant in the next live.

taehee would try to teach lucas some korean before, but then that’s just her talking in korean with an english accent.

(180712 vlive) “why are you so tall?,” taehee raises her eyebrow at him. “why are you so short?,” lucas laughs.

taehee threw a pick-up line at mark during that same live, and lucas asked her why wasn’t she like that to him too. “lucas, don’t laugh but,” taehee tells him, “even if you’re as tall as a tree, i’ll still see you as a big baby. i’m not lying.”

and so jungwoo and taehee’s snacking tradition was actually jungwoo, taehee, and lucas’ snacking tradition.

for taehee, it’s so satisfying to watch lucas eat especially if he’s enjoying it so much. lucas actually admitted that the food that taehee carried in her bag would eventually go to his stomach. it became a habit for taehee to carry some in her bag even if lucas wasn’t promoting with her anymore.

iconic moment (uncut take #14 | ‘resonance’ mv behind the scene) “yo lucas,” taehee greets as she was pulled into a friendly bro hug. when she pulls away, she quicklt takes a look at lucas’ gorgeous features and steps back, “woah, you’re seriously so handsome.” lucas turns shy at her compliment and rubs the back of his neck, “you too.”

taehee raises her eyebrows in amusement, smirking as she says, “i’m handsome too?” lucas thinks for a moment before nodding yes, “you can be handsome too.”

“okay czennies, meet two very handsome people. hello!”

song rather be by clean bandit (ft. jess glynne)

xiaojun xiaohee

out of all the ‘99 boys, she’d want to get to know xiaojun more the most. 

they’re not awkward with each other, they’re just shy to approach each other and start a conversation. 

(sun & moon ep. 2) “taehee-ssi told me the other day she really liked xiaojun hyung’s voice out of the blue,” the said girl eyes haechan carefully, suddenly feeling nervous at what he’s going to pull. “i told her she should tell you herself, why is she telling me? she said she was shy,” when he had said this, a chorus of ‘ohh’s’ came from the rest of the bunch, except for taehee. she had a threatening smile on her face directed at the one and only lee haechan, so he decides to prod her further, “taehee-ssi, perhaps you’d like a guesting on awsaz?”

unknowingly though, xiaojun soon becomes one of the causes of taehee’s smiles or laughter whenever they’re filming together. 

(nct world ep. 2) “taehee, fighting!,” he cheers as taehee stepped forward to arm wrestle. the latter quickly turns around to give him a salute as she winks.

(201120 vlive) “xiaojun comes home and he talks about taehee too,” kun shares, “they hang out a lot.” doyoung snickers, “he fell for her too? taehee tells us how funny you guys are in your dorms, but she only ever talked about xiaojun.”

so yes ,,, they are very shy around each other but as far as we know !!! they’re really good friends who want to be closer to each other.

iconic moment (uncut take #14 | ‘resonance’ mv behind the scene) “you guys have pets in your dorm, right?,” taehee asks him as she leaned back, her arms supporting her from behind. “yes, we have three. the dog is bella and we have two cats named leon and louis,” taehee’s eyes widened, though she admits she feels jealous to have their pets around.

“i would keep my dog with me but they won’t let me.”

“oh really? what’s the name?”

“her name is 뚱이, and she’s a lhasa apso.”

“ahh,” xiaojun nods, “does she pee on your carpet?”

taehee throws her head back slightly as she laughs at the question, bringing a hand to her mouth to hide her growing smile. “do your pets pee on your carpet?” xiaojun shrugs, “well, sometimes,” he nods off disappointingly, causing taehee to giggle. “but we love them,” xiaojun sighs, and his eyes see taehee’s wide smile as she agrees with him. “that’s right, we love them.”

song i really like you by carly rae jepsen 

hendery deryhee

taehee finds hendery SO funny, i swear.

like he can literally just smile and nod she’d bust her lungs out from laughing

nctzens found it cute when taehee and hendery monitored each other while they were shooting for the ‘misfit’ track vid.

(misfit track video behind the scene) “ooo hendery is good. he looks cool.”

taehee watched the awsaz episode of winwin and jisung ,,, firstly because of those two.

but then hendery and haechan were so funny too she may have shed a tear from laughing.

a fan asked in those video call fansigns if taehee has watched any of wayv’s videos and she laughed, saying that she watched the one where they acted as disney princesses.

“hendery is so funny, really,” she smiled. “I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD!!!!”

they became really close during resonance era and talk about games, their pets, and already have some inside jokes between the two of them.

like a member would just say ‘cabbage’ and we already have the two of them smiling to each other from across the room !!! or they’d make eye contact when looking at the mirror and taehee would just bust out laughing.

iconic moment (201106 twitter blueroom live) “you’re really, really, really, really handsome,” yuta starts with utmost sincerity, “hendery.” the latter brings a hand to his face, his face warming up at the compliment as he sighs contently. this comical reaction causes taehee to burst into a fit of laughter, one you could hear off-cam.

later, when it was time for the ‘90’s love’ unit to take charge of the live, taehee giggles out of the blue, trying to keep her laughs in. “why?,” mark asks as he glances at her. “i’m sorry i just,” she pauses. surely, she was thinking about the funny things hendery pulled when they were doing the live before them. “i just keep thinking about how funny hendery was. i’m sorry, i’ll just eat my fries,” she says the last part quickly, throwing a french fry in her mouth as she bites back a smile.

song love story by taylor swift (disco lines ft. cassidi remix)

yangyang yanghee

taehee finds yangyang SO cute, precious, and tiny.

whenever yangyang is speaking, we’d see taehee in the corner of the frame smiling. 

she’s all over the yangyang vocalist agenda !!!!!!

(uncut #16 | ‘90’s love’ recording behind) “this is yangyang’s voice, isn’t it?,” taehee beams as she hears the younger’s voice through her headphones. “i really like his voice.”

yangyang’s such a smiley baby around taehee, partially because she told him he was very cute when he smiles.

fans find it so endearing when taehee calls yangyang “yangyangie” as if she’s talking to a baby :(

(201022 weibo live) “taehee noona and i play games when she comes here,” yangyang tells renjun. “and then she’ll hangout with the pets later,” he and renjun laugh at this. typical taehee.

taehee would buy drinks from the vending machine for sungchan since he’s the maknae in ‘90’s love’ but !!!! she makes a special exception for yangyang.

just a little bit more and he’s up taehee’s baby list ^ ^

iconic moment (uncut take #8 | ‘90′s love’ mv behind) “today is yangyang’s birthday!,” taehee chirps as she held the camera, making sure she and yangyang were both in the frame. “you’re like, 21 now, right?,” yangyang nods, “how are you feeling today?”

“i feel happy right now since you guys like prepared a cake and stuff and sang ‘happy birthday’ to me awhile ago,” taehee smiles at this. “so i’ll continue to work hard with you guys as we wrap up filming,” yangyang finishes as he beams at her, the latter mirroring his expression. 

“you’re so cute, you know that, right?,” taehee coos as she focuses the camera to yangyang (who smiles shyly at the compliment), before placing herself back in frame. “i only got to play games with yangyang a few times because chenle invited me, but now that we’re all spending time together, i think yangyang’s a very cute dongsaeng.” at this, they both giggle and taehee raises her fist for a fist bump. “i know,” yangyang says as he bumps his fist against hers, taehee laughing at this cute ball of sunshine. 

song timber by pitbull (ft. ke$ha) 

[desthesleepdeprivedwriter]

Ghosts and Nightmares

Eret wokes up with an explosion.

They don't even think before jumping from their bed and grabbing the sword and the sunglasses, running in the cold halls. "They came back." Their mind is shouting. "George wants the castle again." The ex-monarch takes a turn, heading to one of the castle's guest room. George gave them time to move out! This was not fair, especially without a goddamn warning!

They shake their head, focusing on a more important topic for now. Fundy. Their newly adopted son was with them for almost a week now, and Eret promised him that he would be safe there, no more wars or damage.

They storm into Fundy's bedroom, just to find it empty. They can feel panic running on their body just like cold water as they start to run again. No. No. No. He promised Fundy that nothing bad would happen, and they were dead serious with that promise. They run to the entrance of the castle, armor on and sword in hand, ready to fight for Fundy's safety...

There's no attack.

Well, there's a big hole in one of the walls, the debris scattered around after the explosion. There's still small fires on the burned grass, but nothing serious.

Sitting right on front of it, was Fundy.

The fox was with a flint n' steel in hand, lighting it up and then closing it, just to repeat the cycle. He wasn't moving, his stare lost in someplace beyond the hole. He kept that loop, the fire cackling and the flint n' steel noises completing each other in a strange melody.

Eret approached him, putting a hand on Fundy's shoulder. That seemed to 'woke up' the fox, who stared at the ex-monarch with fear before looking back at the destruction. Eret couldn't stop noticing another tnt, unlighted, right in front of Fundy.

"Eret!" He sounded so scared, getting up and trying to keep his friend far from the fire that was slowly dying out. "I-I'm... I'm sorry!" His voice was shaking, and Eret could tell that he had been crying that night.

"I didn't mean to explode your home!" But that was exactly what Fundy did. He destroyed it. Without any good explanation besides his own fear. Fundy tried to hold the tears, the hands that were pushing Eret away were now gripping his shirt, not wanting him to leave. "I was... I was..." Fundy started to cry again, fear consuming him with the realization that Eret was about to kick him out because of his actions.

"Fundy, what's happened?" Eret used a serious tone, but held Fundy's arms carefully, hoping that it'd wouldn't scare him.

Fundy blinked twice or thrice, cleaning his face with his hands. "I had a nightmare..." He choked out, his face wet. "I- I was here... At the garden." He gestures towards the small flower camp that Niki and Puffy had started a couple of days ago. "And... Techno came in..."

Fundy was running from his own uncle since people said Techno would hunt him down. Their paths hadn't cross since Wilbur's death, and Fundy wasn't looking forward to it. Techno must be on the hunt for him, right? He was a fucking orphan now.

"A-and... Wilbur was with him." Fundy started to shake, not even feeling Eret holding him. "He was alive and..." He whimpered, gripping on Eret's shirt. "He blew everything up again." He cried. "The castle was all gone. Everything was gone. He destroyed everything again, Eret!"

Fundy started to hyperventilate, his eyes unfocused and the image of his nightmare clear in his mind.

Wilbur holding him by his collar, looking at his own son with a maniac smile. 'I despise you, Fundy.' He could hear the whisper. 'Do you really thought that the stupid diary could make what you have done to me?' Wilbur let Fundy go, dropping him on the ground. 'You don't deserve a home, Fundy. Not a traitor like you.' He let out a dry laugh, turning his back and walking away from the destruction. 'Techno, you can do the honors.' The fox only stared at the anarchist, who pointed a crossbow right at his face.

Eret only could listen to Fundy, sometimes changing their stare to the hole on his way before going back to the fox. How the two things were connected?

"When I woke up..." Fundy whispered, his voice

sounding more tired than seconds before. "I needed to make sure the walls were strong enough to protect us..." He laughed, looking up to Eret. "And they aren't." Fundy looked at the hole, showing it to his friend. "They went down with a single tnt!" He laughed again, tears falling even more.

"Fucking Ghostbur can come here and explode it all!" Fundy now was with both hands in his ginger hair, tugging it. "Techno can burst through the entrance and kill us!" His laugh was desperate, looking back at Eret, who only stared at Fundy. "They'll destroy my home again, Eret! Wilbur used to fucking hate me!" He sobbed again, all his repressed feelings coming out at once. "Ghostbur certainly hates me too! He doesn't even remember me!" He kept shouting his worries, the flint n' steel back to his hand. When did it got there again?

"He will take it all down again and he'll hurt you and you'll hate me because its all my fault and..." His words started to merge together, not even having time to breathe again. All he could think is that Eret was going to leave him too, everyone did. Wilbur, Schlatt.... Philza hated him, didn't he? The same with Techno.

Fundy could almost hear someone calling for him, two soft hands holding his face, but the fox wasn't listening. There was no safe place for him. No. Wilbur would always find him. Wilbur would find him and take it all down again. And then no one would care. Because no one ever did-

"FUNDY!" The shout made Fundy almost scream, suddenly back to the present. Eret was holding his face, the glow in their eyes brighter due to their worry. Fundy sobbed, holding one of Eret's hand and leaning his face against the soft palm. Even if it was temporary, Fundy wanted to enjoy it. Enjoy being part of a family again.

Eret hugs him tightly, and Fundy finds himself hiding in the curve of their neck, quickly returning the hug. All his panic and paranoia slowed down, giving place to the warm comfort Eret was giving to him, securing the fox in their arms.

"I'll never leave you, Fundy. And I'm no capable to hate you. I adopt you, remember?" The ex-monarch whispered, trying to calm their friend... Their scared and hurt son. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even Techno will be able to pass through me." Eret looks at Fundy's face, smiling a little and cleaning his tears. Fundy chuckled, now looking at the mess he had done.

"We can fix these walls tomorrow... Okay?" Eret reassured him, now hugging Fundy by his side. "For now... We can try to call Niki and Puffy! Try to cook some stuff, what about that?"

The fox was smiling again, joining with jokes while they walked back into the castle. He was grateful to have Eret in his life, someone who still loved him, no matter what.

Outside of the hole, there was a shadow wearing a yellow sweater. He was attracted by the explosion sound just like a moth towards the light. He heard it all and, when he started to make his way back to his sewer, only one thing was stuck in his mind.

"What I've done to my son?"

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[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

the alienist pulled SOME BULLSHIT with Mary so i’m revising my initial ot3 to Ultimate Polycule so here ya go

John and Mary come up with like, their own pidgin signing language/dialect so they can talk about their metamours in the same room

Laszlo KNOWS they are talking about him, no it’s not paranoia if it’s true Sara!

accidentally adopt like 20 street kids but they call it “paying children to be informants because nobody pays attention to kids and by pay you we mean here is food and clothing and go to school also please”

Mary, Laszlo, and Cyrus having tea together while John and Sara are off doing Nonsense like “smdh white people”

Cyrus can’t stop laughing

he also gets a pay raise

obviously Mary is no longer a maid but I imagine she still likes to cook every now and then because that’s her love language

John always comes in to “help” her

in a historically inaccurate turn of events, they mostly do house stuff themselves

like they send out the washing and have a housekeeper come in but they do most of the cleaning and cooking themselves

they do sensitive work and don’t like other people seeing it

also Laszlo is a surprisingly good cook

Sara can’t cook for SHIT

SARA AND MARY SHOPPING SPREE!!! BEAUTIFUL DRESSES AND SPLIT SKIRT RIDING PANTS AND AND AND

Sara teaches Mary how to shoot and the men are ScAnDaLiZeD which offends the ladies so they fuck off to Sara’s house for like a week until the guys apologize by gifting them very nice pistols

all of them getting into the Suffrage Movement

having a lady’s lunch with Cyrus’ niece

John and Mary go to the movies together, it’s their Thing. when Sara and Laszlo are being Like That John and Mary just pop out for a nice date

finally!!! Laszlo has people who appreciate the opera!!! unlike his dumb husband!!!

Mary almost always cries at the opera, they all bring extra handkerchiefs for her

Mary getting all up in the faces of cops who give Sara trouble. Sara punching out racists. John and Laszlo in the bg all teary eyed like “that’s our wives”

John is always the damsel in distress. he gets kidnapped and knocked out SO MUCH and Mary is somehow the only one who is really worried about it

there’s always that one bitch in the group who isn’t down for murder and it’s John

Mary: I’ll stab a cop, I don’t give a fuck

Sara: Mary I’m a cop

Mary: well stop

Sara: fucking FINE *becomes private detective*

Sara and Laszlo: *discussing brutal murders with the Isaacsons*

John and Mary: NOT AT THE DINNER TABLE

John is the only one who can catch Mary swearing. Sara’s seen it once. Laszlo believes Mary is capable of saying the word “fuck” but that she would never

2 braincells to share; Mary is in possession of one of them 90% of the time

god i love these idiots, what is it with TNT giving us polyamorous content

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Sixty One

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

June 26th, 1986

Remy watched his mom rush around the house, cleaning up this and removing that, taking certain things off the shelves and kicking around his, Toby’s, and Vanessa’s toys. Remy squawked a little when she kicked Bones to the side, but Toby put a hand on Remy’s arm and went to grab Bones for him, coming back and giving Remy the stuffed toy. “Bones is okay, Remy,” Toby said, climbing back up on the couch.

Remy nodded. “Why’s Mom acting like this?”

“Guests are coming over, and she wants everything to look perfect. This is how she gets everything perfect,” Toby said. “It’s also why we usually go to others’ houses and why they don’t come here.”

Remy made a soft, “Oh.” Then, “But did she have to kick Bones? He’s important, he shouldn’t get kicked around!”

Toby just shrugged. “Who knows why Mom does what she does?”

  April 20th, 2002

Remy paced the apartment, tweaking this and adjusting that, trying to make sure that everything was mostly neat. Emile stood at the edge of the kitchen, laughing, but Remy didn’t see what was funny about this. “Emile, your parents are coming over and you’re not even helping clean up!”

“There’s nothing to clean up,” Emile said. “We don’t even have half a pantry to organize.”

Remy froze. “We don’t have food! Emile! How am I supposed to help host your parents if I can’t cook for them?!”

“Breathe, Rem,” Emile soothed. “My parents said they were coming over with some groceries, because they didn’t want us to break the bank trying to feed four people.”

“Emile, you’re missing the point!” Remy fretted. “This is the first time they’re seeing our apartment! I want to give them a good impression, and show that we’re capable!”

“They already know we’re capable, Rem,” Emile said. “And they know that we can fend for ourselves, as evidenced by New Year’s Eve.”

Remy turned when Emile mentioned New Year’s Eve. Emile’s face was neutral enough, but almost looked impassive. “Honey, you okay?” Remy asked. “You never bring up New Year’s.”

Emile shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt like it used to, but I don’t like talking about it, so I usually don’t.”

Remy nodded. “I don’t suppose you’ve thought about...what’s going to happen this year?”

“Haven’t really wanted to,” Emile admitted. “But it’s a ways off anyway. I’m not gonna freak out about that yet.”

Remy nodded. There was a knock at the door and he jumped about a foot in the air. Emile snickered and went to open the door, chirping, “Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!”

Looking around, Remy couldn’t see anywhere he could inconspicuously clean last-minute, and he inwardly groaned before following Emile to the door. He could help but smile when he saw Emile’s parents standing there, suitcases and groceries in hand. “You look like you’re coming armed to feed an army!” he exclaimed. “You know that you didn’t need to bring any groceries at all, right? If Emile had given me more notice, I would have saved up some money for meals.”

“The whole point of us bringing groceries is so you wouldn’t have to do that, Remy,” Emile’s mom tutted. “We didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, now that you’re here, can I at least take the groceries in?” Remy asked.

“Oh, let me help, at least,” Emile’s mom said and Remy took the bags that Emile’s dad had been holding, while Emile’s mom set down her suitcase and brought in the groceries she had, and the two of them went to the kitchen.

 “Don’t burn anything!” Emile’s dad joked, and Emile’s mother sent him a fake glare.

“You know my sorting system is far better than yours, and you’re just jealous,” she said.

Remy laughed and began to put everything away, Emile’s mom working around him and Emile talking to his dad in low tones that Remy couldn’t hear as they brought in the suitcases. Probably about Emile’s grandfather, though, if Emile’s face was anything to go by. Not to mention, his hands were shoved in his pockets, which he did when he wanted to hide them trembling.

Somehow, Emile and Remy wound up in the living room as Emile’s mom and dad were getting set up in the guest room, which mostly consisted of pushing Remy and Emile’s old full beds together to let them sleep next to each other. Emile was watching cartoons and Remy was sitting upside-down on the couch, legs crossed as he read one of Emile’s old novels.

Emile’s mom walked out of the guest room and tutted. “Remy, you’ll crack your skull open if you’re not careful.”

“Relax, Mom, I’ve done this easily a thousand times by now,” Remy said off-hand, waving one hand around dramatically before returning to reading.

It took a full minute of the only sound coming from TV for Remy to look up and notice both Emile and his mom staring at him. “What?” he asked.

“You...you called my mom ‘Mom,’” Emile explained.

“Oh. Did I? Sorry,” Remy said, wincing. “But I mean, that’s who she is, though, right?”

“To me,” Emile said. “You’ve never called her ‘Mom’ before.”

“Ah,” Remy said, not entirely sure what to do with this information. He wasn’t going to be in trouble for this, was he? They couldn’t very well kick him out—this was his apartment as much as it was Emile’s. But that didn’t mean everyone was automatically okay with what he said.

Emile’s dad walked out of the bedroom and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Remy is finally accepting that he’s part of the family,” Emile’s mom said, slowly beaming.

“Oh? What did he do?” Emile’s dad asked.

An idea struck Remy and he shrugged, saying, “You know I’m right here and you can ask me yourself, right, Dad?”

Emile’s dad made a surprised squeak as Remy turned back to the book with a grin. Emile poked Remy in the stomach and Remy flipped off the couch and onto the floor with a squawk as a result. “Emile!” he exclaimed. “Not cool!”

“You’re not even going to acknowledge that you just made my parents’ day?” Emile asked.

Remy took a breath. “Well, once I realized they weren’t going to be mad at me for it, I decided I didn’t need to read the situation as closely. So I guess I missed the part of the conversation where calling people who I consider my parents ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ suddenly means that everything is covered in rainbows and sunshine and glitter,” he said drily.

“Get up off the floor and let them hug you,” Emile instructed, kicking Remy’s foot. “Better to get it out of the way now.”

Remy placed the book on the TV stand and stood, only to immediately get crushed in a hug by both Emile’s parents. Emile’s mom also proceeded to kiss Remy’s cheek and Emile’s dad ruffled Remy’s hair. “Wow, I can only imagine what it’ll be like whenever I’m legally part of your family, if just calling you Mom and Dad did this much.”

Emile laughed and said, “Well, if they don’t die of happiness on the spot, you’ll most certainly be getting this but about ten-fold.”

“Good to know,” Remy said, turning to Emile as slowly, Emile’s parents let him go.

“You said that you see me as your mother and you expect me to not be overjoyed by that?” Emile’s mom asked.

“Well...uh...usually comparisons to motherhood aren’t...uh...compliments, considering my history,” Remy said with a shrug. “But...yeah, you just...you’re more a mother to me than my own mother ever was,” he turned to Emile’s dad, “And the same is true with you compared to my own dad.”

Both of Emile’s parents were still looking overjoyed, and Remy mumbled, “Emile, did I break them?”

“No,” Emile laughed. “You didn’t break them. They’ll be back to normal in fifteen minutes or so. Until then, you’d better be ready for unbridled adoration and attention from them.”

“Oh,” Remy said simply. What was he supposed to say? Honestly, he didn’t expect this to happen, it just sort of did, he had no—

“For what it’s worth, Remy, I’m proud of you. It’s not easy to be honest and open about that sort of thing, and even if you started by accident, you finished with purpose. That’s amazing, son.”

—Expectations. Huh. Emile’s dad, at least, was proud. Apparently. Remy didn’t fully understand why.

Emile’s mom hugged him again and said, “I hope you realize this makes us adopting you practically official.”

Remy laughed. “I mean, you might get me as a son-in-law yet. Don’t doubt Emile’s courting abilities.”

“Remy, my son is many things. Loving, excitable, smart...but nowhere on that list is ‘suave,’ ‘charismatic,’ or any other words related to romancing someone,” Emile’s mom said.

Remy laughed. “Well, he seemed to successfully catch me, I don’t know what to tell you, Mom.”

“That he did, and we’re still not sure how he did it,” Emile’s mom said. “Considering that we all know him, it’s a bit of a mystery.”

“Hey!” Emile exclaimed indignantly, and Remy laughed.

“Nah, he’s not that bad! And the fact that I know him makes it all the better, you know? All of his quirks are endearing to me,” Remy said.

Emile’s dad grinned. “And to think, two years ago you couldn’t have gotten away from him fast enough. He’s done a number on you!”

“That’s one way to put it, yeah,” Remy laughed. “I like to think that he just sort of...punched a hole in my walls until he could comfortably walk in, and you can figure out the rest.”

Emile rolled his eyes. “I didn’t punch a hole in your walls, Remy, I took a jackhammer to them, or maybe some TNT. They were too thick for me to just punch through. I took drastic measures.”

Remy frowned, and turned to Emile. “What?”

“What, you think that I would move in with just anyone, to save money on tuition and to keep said person alive? Usually, I’d set them up with a friend, or something. But once it became clear what your situation was, I knew that desperate times called for desperate measures.” Emile shrugged. “Not that you didn’t like me by that point, but you didn’t like me like me for a good while after that.”

Remy blinked. “I just thought...you were that sort of person,” he said faintly.

“I...no,” Emile said, standing and walking over to Remy. “That’s something specific to you. I hope that doesn’t change your perception of me?”

“It changes it, all right,” Remy said, his eyes clouding with tears. He hugged Emile close. “It makes me love you even more.”

Emile made a soft surprised noise and Remy just held him tighter. “You...okay, Rem?”

Remy was crying by this point, softly, and close to silent, but not quite there. “I just thought...I just always thought you’d do everything in your power to help people. And...and you do, don’t get me wrong. But...there’s a difference between helping two friends who need a roommate finding one and moving in with one friend who was literally dying just to make sure they can go on. You could have set me up with a friend, whether or not that ended well. You could have helped me find a place I could conceivably afford on my own. But...but you chose to move in with me. You weren’t obligated to, but you cared about me enough that you did. And I just...I love you.”

Emile laughed just a little as he hugged Remy back. “I love you too, in case it wasn’t obvious by now.”

Remy just buried his head in Emile’s shoulder. Emile laughed. “Aw, c’mon, Rem, it’s all good. I’m just relieved this doesn’t make you think that I see you as a pity case.”

“You never have pity cases in your eyes,” Remy said, swiping away his tears. “Learned that one, at least, a long while back.”

Emile sighed with a smile. “You see, I doubt you would have believed that so whole-heartedly even a year ago. I’m glad that you know it now.”

Remy huffed. “Hey, I caught on eventually, I’m not completely hopeless.”

“You’re not hopeless, period,” Emile said simply. “Unless, of course, we’re talking about love, in which case you are absolutely a hopeless lovesick puppy in a leather jacket.”

“Hey!” Remy exclaimed, punching Emile lightly in the arm. “Am not!”

“Are so!” Emile sang. “And just FYI, if you want to make dinner at a reasonable hour, you should probably start now.”

Remy fumed at Emile before turning to Emile’s parents. “Mom, Dad, I’m confiscating your son so I can argue with him while I make dinner. Kick back, make yourselves at home. I’ll get everything ready tonight and you’re free to argue with me tomorrow about helping with breakfast. Sound good?”

Emile’s mom nodded, pushing Emile’s dad down onto the couch despite his protests. “I’ll keep him here,” Emile’s mom said with a wink. “Go ahead and do your thing.”

Remy grinned before dragging Emile to the kitchen, arguing that he was not a lovesick puppy for the next five minutes, minimum.

[ericsonclan]

Breakfast Surprise

Summary: Mitch wakes up early to make some breakfast for Brody.

Word Count: 1385

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“Shit!” Mitch cursed under his breath, nearly dropping the carton of eggs tucked under his arm as he reached for a jug of milk. The raspberry container clattered to the floor causing Mitch to swear more as he rushed to put down the other ingredients. He knelt down and picked up the raspberries then rushed over to the sink and washed them off. He looked at the container of raspberries, water slipping through and dripping through the small openings around the edges. Giving a shrug, he placed it down on the container. He had gotten it in five seconds, that's what mattered. Taking a deep breath he got out the bowls and pans he needed to make this breakfast. Gently placing down the pans and bowls, Mitch began to crack the eggs for the french toast. His green eyes wandered over to the clock in the kitchen. Brody wouldn’t get up for another half an hour. That should be plenty of time to prepare breakfast. His focus was so completely on making sure he had enough time to cook the different parts of the meal that he had failed to notice the egg had missed the bowl. The yolk dripped down and splattered on his bare feet.

“Gah, fucking fuck!” Mitch whispered and went over to get some paper towels to clean up the mess. He just had to concentrate. Sure he was pretty shit at cooking a lot of things, but he really didn’t wanna mess this up. All he wanted was to surprise his wife with breakfast in bed. It shouldn’t be that hard. With determination burning anew, Mitch cracked open the rest of the eggs he needed in two bowls then poured a bit of milk in one, sprinkling in some sugar and a splash of vanilla before grabbing the container of cinnamon. Mitch shook it, his eyebrows knitting in confusion when nothing came out. He lifted it up to his face and patted it a few more times, causing a small dust of cinnamon to cover his face. Mitch spat and shook his face before shaking some cinnamon into the mix. He left the mixture for a minute and began to turn on the different burners, placing bacon on and some butter in the other pan. A small meow drew his attention when Oreo strutted over the counter, purring loudly as he stuck his head into the french toast mix.

“Oreo, no,” Mitch grabbed the cat and placed him down by his brother who jumped this way and that before whacking Oreo and scampering off. Mitch gave a short laugh then whisked up the french toast mixture. Placing some bread into the mix, he began to cook the first few slices while the bacon sizzled in the other pan. The different smells of breakfast were starting to swirl around, creating a comforting yet tempting smell. Mitch’s smile grew as he worked to make some scrambled eggs. But it proved to be a mistake as he smelled some of the bacon burning.

“Damn it,” Mitch turned down the stove’s lighter then moved to flip over the first few pieces of french toast. Everything soon was back on track as he finished up the bacon then turned his attention back on the scrambled eggs. Folding in some cheese and different veggies, he let the flavors meld and work together. With the bacon done he could finally finish up the french toast. Some got burnt but he just put those aside for himself. He only wanted the best french toast for Brody. Some scampering drew his attention for a second when he saw TNT playing with his catnip toy before Oreo moved forward, wanting a turn. TNT looked at his sibling for a second before kicking his back legs and running away.

“Oreo, just chill with me.” Mitch moved over, taking down a tray and the different dinnerware he needed. He slid his feet across the floor and began to finish up the rest of the dishes. After a few minutes the french toast was stacked haphazardly on a plate, the scrambled eggs still in the pan and the bacon on some paper towels to get off some of the excess oil. Mitch moved back in front of the tray and began the process of laying out the silverware, plate and glass. His eyes stuck on the napkin for a minute: should he try to make it fancy? Nah, knowing how well that had turned out last time he tried he figured it would end up the same way. Placing down a few pieces of french toast, Mitch added some eggs and bacon to the plate before placing a container of syrup and butter on the tray. He slid across the kitchen, stopping himself with the fridge handle and opening it to take out some orange juice to pour. That was the last part.

Mitch crossed his arms and smiled down proudly at his accomplishment when his smile faltered. He was forgetting something… The raspberries. Mitch cracked open the container and tossed a few berries on. With a sigh of relief he moved to dump the charred and messed up remains of breakfast on a plate for himself. His eyes looked back at the clock; he had finished just in time. Mitch’s hands grabbed onto the handles of the tray and he made his way to the bedroom, careful not to spill anything. He paused, however, when he saw his next obstacle. The door was closed. With a grunt he lifted up his leg, his eyes growing large when the orange juice nearly tipped over and ruined his breakfast. Freezing for a second he moved his foot forward and wrapped it around the  doorknob. It took a few attempts but he successfully opened the bedroom door, signalling for Oreo and TNT to come barreling forward to greet Brody. The two cats hopped up on the bed and immediately went over to Brody who had just woken up.

“Morning,” She gave a happy, sleepy smile to her husband who returned the smile in kind.

“Morning, Brodes.” He walked over and got up on the bed. Leaning forward he captured her lips in a soft kiss. The two looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before Mitch continued. “Mmm, morning breath,”

Brody playfully pushed him away then looked over at the tray that was on top of the bed. “What’s that?”

“Thought I’d make you breakfast in bed,” Mitch lifted it up and moved to place it on Brody’s lap that was currently inhabited by two cats. Brody picked up TNT and Oreo to move them away then pushed back a stray strand of hair. Her blue eyes looked at the breakfast in awe.

“This looks amazing, Mitch!” Her praise made a happy smile appear on Mitch’s face.

“It was nothing,” He shrugged it off but paused when he felt Brody’s lips on his cheek.

“I think it's super sweet,” Those words made Mitch’s heart do a little flip inside his chest as he sat cross-legged on the bed. “Where’s your breakfast?”

Those words made the brunette’s eyes widen. “Shit, be right back!” Mitch hopped off the bed and after a few minutes returned with his plate of rather burnt looking food. He sat down, perfectly content as he began to dig in.

“If you want some of my food, that’s fine,” Brody offered but Mitch shook his head.

“No, I’m fine with this. There plenty more french toast if you want any.”

“I think I have plenty here,” Brody smiled down at the breakfast. “French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, you really thought of everything.” The auburn smiled up warmly at her husband.

“Yeah, I’m pretty impressed-” Mitch stopped himself when he realized something. “Shit, forgot the coffee!”

“Mitch!” Brody called out, wanting to tell him it was okay, but he was already off, the two cats in tow. Brody let out a soft laugh as she sliced through her french toast. Even if he was a bit forgetful and a dumbass, he really was a sweet guy. Her sweet guy. Brody let that statement wash over her, making her heart feel all warm and fuzzy before she bit down into the french toast, happy to start digging into the breakfast in bed.

[bittybattybunny]

I need more fluff before angst steals the show!!! Of all the food Hattie's shared with him, what is Snatcher's favorite? Do Snatcher and Hattie ever swim together? Has Hattie cried in front of Snatcher (and how did he respond)? Does Hattie enlist Snatcher's help to build the BIGGEST, most impressive sandcastles? Thank you for all the wonderful content for this AU, I'm LOVING IT

Oh don’t worry! It actually takes a bit before we even hit the angst in the au! I just like teasing about it because I’m living for the reactions. The fic is actually like 70% fluff with 25% angst and 5% suffering. There’s just some BIG angst moments that will hit. So don’t worry much when i’m being a lil gremlin with the angst! I just like writing it. (gods if you want angst you should hear what I’ve done to my oc Kai. Poor girl doesn't catch a break)

I just find a bit of angst makes the fluff sweeter.

also im gonna be wordy so---

okay in order!!!

Snatcher’s favorite so far has been the spicy chips she brought him! He loves spicy foods that burn his mouth to hell and back because he’s never got to experience that in the ocean eating raw kill, nor as a prince because they worried for his health (his guard would sneak him snacks sometimes; and even taught him to cook) when he becomes human; she introduces him to hot sauce and he never goes back. Poor Eclipse hates spicy food and he keeps cooking it and its suffering. He adores spicy hot Doritos and flaming hot Cheetos.

Yes all the time! Hattie loves swimming with him as he will let her rest on him when she gets tired. he also takes her to places most people cant get to because the sharks and such prevent entry! He scares sharks away just by swimming near them so he’s the best safety! He helps her find lots of cool seashells and such and even cleans them out if they have something living in it still! He even eventually helps her mother get used to the water so all three of them go swimming! (well, Hattie will swim with Snatcher, Eclipse kinda just, hangs onto him afraid of sinking.)

She has! A few times. Actually I was just writing a scene with her crying with him but that relates to a big angst so I won’t share that.

But she’s cried from falling on the dock, he freaked out and had to check her over. He did his best to wipe her tears however he was covered in salt water and made it worse. She wound up laughing in the end from his frantic attempts to comfort. She’s also cried when she was lonely as her mother had to stay at the doctor’s longer than normal and he wrapped around her until she fell asleep. When he’s able to be human again, she’s cried during thunderstorms, and he lets her curl up with him. This isn’t for a number of chapters still obvs since it’s human snatcher but have some dadtcher:

   “I already did!” She beamed, running over in game to show him. Her mother’s blue and grey house was surrounded by black roses. “I put black ones for now. But I really want to get blue roses someday.” She grinned ear to ear, gasping and dropping her controller as the lights went out with lightning. She crawled into the poor man’s lap pulling the blanket close.

    “It’s just a storm.” He said but, he kept his voice low and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, “It will pass. You’re mom will come home, we’ll all go for a swim or something.” 

    “Can i just. Stay here for a little bit?” She whimpered as she clung to his shirt. She buried her head under his chin, tears on her eyes, “Please, snatcher?”

    He sighed, “Well, Clearly I’m not throwing you outside.” He got up, holding her, “God, how does your mother swing you around without breaking a sweat all the time?” He groaned. Carrying her to the kitchen, “Does Eclipse keep candles around?”

    Hattie shook her head from in the blanket, holding fast, “Mom doesn’t like fire.”

    He stared at her, “She doesn’t like fire. She hates water. Does your mother like anything other than you and raw meat?” He sighed, “Then is there some.. Other power lights? Something without the main lights?” 

    “I think we have flashlights in the closet.” She recalled, “But mom keeps them with her work gear mostly.”

    Giving a curt nod, he made way to the closet setting her down so he could rummage. Ropes. Climbing Gear. Shovels. Was that tnt? He stopped and turned to the blanket claude girl squinting, “Kid I didn’t ask because it’s never been on my head. What. DOES your mother do exactly?”

    She clung to him as thunder snapped and shook her head, “Mom’s a dog trainer!” She beamed through her tears, “She helps train service dogs and police dogs!” She grinned.

    He held up the, what he assumed was an explosive casing, “You don’t need a bomb for a dog. I don’t think?” He paused, he wasn’t even sure. He never trained a dog. They didn’t even really do that when he was a human. Well hunting dogs. But that was a family thing.

    “It could be stuff from when she and Grampa DJ go out.” She thought on it, she had the blanket half over Snatcher as he felt through the closet, “They go off on adventures and come back all dirty, but I like when they do, because mom won’t have to work for a long time and I can hang out with her! Sometimes she brings me cool stuff.” 

    “That so?” they must be doing something dangerous, feeling in the dark he looked to the child, “So what’s a flashlight look like?”

    “It’s the little thing I keep on my shoulder when I’m diving.” She stated.

    “Got it.” He felt around finding it and handing it to her, “Okay do the magic.”

    Taking the flashlight she clicked it on right into his eyes, illuminating the gold colors. He hissed, revealing his fangs and covered his face with his hands, “KID!” He growled.

    “Sorry!” she aimed it away and used a hand to hold his shirt, “Can we go back to the couch…”

    Rubbing his poor eyes, he got up holding her hand. Walking past the dead tv, he grabbed her switch from the dock, and picked up her discarded controller.He set them on the side table before grabbing her and falling back on the couch with her on his lap.

“I’m playing now.” He stated, putting the controllers on the main console. He set off on the island, to mainly fix Hattie’s flower power.

She rested against his chest, holding the light so it was aimed at the ceiling bouncing it off the white walls, “I worked hard.” The rain pittered outside as her voice trailed off. Soon enough as he kept one arm around her, the other focused on the game, she fell asleep. He sighed and pulled the blanket over her more. he gave her head a light kiss as he held her close. Thunder rolling outside.

It’s more like she builds the biggest impressive sand castles on him. he’ll just be napping on the beach and she’ll start piling sand on his chest and then he’s stuck there because he doesn’t want to ruin her hard work!

Ahhh thank you!!!! I’m really enjoying creating the content!!!! It’s been a while since i actually had this much fun just. doing this kinda thing. I don’t think I’ve really been this excited and worked up since gods i think when i first create Bells and Whistles (it used to be a fancomic for Summer wars, but I wound up pulling it away and it’s all it’s own standalone. I’m planning to tackle that after I finish Little Contractor and The Moon Guardian and the Lost Prince)

Like seriously this had been keeping me sane while I try not to panic at work everyday. Gotta love being super prone to panic attacks...

But it’s been a blast, plus I’m able to do something I love that I’m not super confident in! (I’m pretty shy about my writing; but everyone's been so nice and it’s uplifting and makes me want to write more)

Also it’s like really good for me art wise. I’ve gotten way better at posing and hands and such with all the sketches I do (plus the comic I’m doing for Eclipse and Snatcher) it’s so much fun!!!

Also i love reading comments and tags.

Yes im reading every tag you guys add. all of them.

Sorry i got a little wordy--! :’3c

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You Suck Too - Jared Padalecki x Reader feat Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles

AN - This is my fic for Alys 200 challenge @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 I chose fluffy prompt 6. I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.

Warnings - language

Jared and Y/n had been married for two years and they both couldn’t cook, they tried occasionally. They ate out a lot and got a lot of take out, but on the plus side their kitchen was always clean. Y/n and Jared were planning on having children and they had even started try to have a baby. So they needed to learn how to cook, Jared had gotten directions for bbq chicken, potato salad and pan fried zucchini from Misha.

“Okay is this everything” Y/n said as she and Jared unpacked the groceries, “yeah we got everything on Misha’s list” Jared said. “So the directions say to cook the potatoes early so they can get cold” Y/n said. “Okay how” Jared said, “this says bring two cups of water to boil, salt and add the sliced potatoes and cook until tender” she said. Jared got the pan with two cups of water and turned on the heat to boil. Y/n got the salt and poured some in the water, “we bring the water to boil first than put the potatoes in” he said.

“Um yes” she said looking at the instructions, the water came to a boil and they dropped the potatoes in. They let them cook not taking them out until the timer went off and they took them out putting them in the fridge to chill. “So what’s next” she said, “says we wait until they are cold to put the dressing on” Jared said. “We could we watch tv, Supernatural reruns are on TNT” Y/n said, “okay” he said.

After the show went off they went into the kitchen, Jared took the potatoes out of the fridge. “Were we supposed to cut these up first” he said, “maybe, let’s cut them now” Y/n said. He cut the potatoes while Y/n got out what they needed for the chicken. “Okay, these are cut” he said, putting them in a bowl, she opened the miracle whip, mustard and pickle relish. They put in a tablespoon of each like the instructions said and mixed it all up and put the salad in the fridge again.

Jared and Y/n read the steps for making the sauce for the chicken, “is that it, it doesn’t look like very much” Y/n said. “Yeah we just have to add the jar sauce and ketchup” Jared said. They put in the last items before spreading the sauce on the chicken and put in the pan and put the pan in the oven. They cooked the zuchinni with onion in a pan until the timer went off. “Okay, we’re done right” Jared said, “yeah, I think so, everything’s done” Y/n said. Y/n served the potatoe salad and zucchini and Jared saved the chicken, they sat down to eat.

Jared took a bite of the chicken trying not to throw up and Y/n spot out a raw potato, “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck” Y/n said. “Yeah, I love you a lot too but you suck too” Jared said, “what do we do now” Y/n said. Jared picked up his phone, “hey, Jared, what’s up” Jensen said, “yeah Y/n and I ruined our dinner, can we eat with you and Danneel” Jared said. “Yeah of course you can” Jensen said, “we’re going to eat at Jensen and Danneel’s” Jared said. “Hey Jared, I know what went wrong with the recipe Misha have us, Misha wasn’t here” Y/n said.

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[shmoo92]

That shot of Martinez, the rover, and the MAV, is really cool

Mark looking out at the MAV base: AUG THE LONELINESS

How does he not sleep in his EXO suit, also

How is it that he can’t communicate with them? The antenna seemed to have come off the MAV, and if it had come off the HAB, they would’ve had a backup. also, thank god part of launching wasn’t shutting off/sealing the HAB completely! All the stuff people left behind, too—I wonder if they could print pictures and stuff so they aren’t their only copies for the trip back that might be left behind?

Hot Stuff: that look he gives the camera. VOLUMES.

They must have an oven or something—we know cooking meals together is psychologically crucial for astronauts, so does Mark just get lazy? Just think of it: mashed potatoes, potato chips, etc

Why does he eat the big ones instead of reseeding them?

I love that he’s about to wander out of the overhead camera but doubles back.

How he thought to get Pathfinder: earlier I thought it was, ‘I solved one problem by digging something up. I wonder if I can solve another problem by digging other stuf?’ but now I think, since it was right after the potatoes, it was “I dug up potatoes from Martian soil ... ****

I miss the mystery from the first time we watched him uncover Pathfinder. How do the rovers have their coordinates, though? Do compasses work? etc

The camera guy *shakes head*

How lovely it must be to boot up this ancient piece of hardware and to have a message waiting for you.

Everyone at NASA enraptured with the screen *u*

Vincent’s blinking when Mark asks about the crew.

Watch your language! Oh yea? Broadcast THIS.

“I don’t mean to brag, but I’m the best bontanist in the planet.”

Did Mr Newsroom just curse Mark?

THE POOR POTATOES!!!!

PEI has red soil? I’ll show you red PLANET soil! (Mark gets an advertising deal with PEI potatoes.) Also, again, how does he not sleep in his exosuit?

Omg Ritch is like a cartoon XDDD

The Chinese guy’s hair looks odd. Love his eyebrows tho. I love her so much. Is she so pleased that they’re saving Mark? She did in my memory but less so on this viewing.

LotR Guy explains LotR references XDDD

“I can get the HERMES back to Mars” Oh man are they interested. Ritch’s sound effects, too XDDD

Pathfinder is the size of a cat *u* But leaving it behind TnT

Seal that HAB off as the Mark Watney museum XD

Oh how I LOVE “You want to send a man into space without the front of his ship?” Like the acting in that scene alone. “Physicists don’t use words like “fast”” makes me lol, too

Oh yea, he’s got food again! How much stuff did he salvage on the rover for the next people? “Operation: clean up after mark” has most of its work done what with most of the junk getting vaporized ....

YOU HAVE 200 METERS, MARK! I wonder if they can think of a gymnastic/ribbon/cirque du Soleil routine based on the tether

No one is letting go of Mark for awhile *u*

Oh my goood shut up commentator

[starryseo]

youtuber!hyunjin

time for the man

who is more than just a pretty face

hwang hyunjin everyone :))

Chan | Woojin | Minho | Changbin | HYUNJIN | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

yes, he’s beautiful

but hyunjin is also an amazing dancer and rapper can we appreciate that too

as said before, he, minho and felix all attend the same dance club so they’re really good friends

he and felix live to annoy minho as much as possible

he goes to the same school as seungmin as well so they’re quite close too

and they game together

hyunjin teaches him all the lil’ tricks and tactics

pretends seungmin’s like his little brother even though they’re just months apart

his instagram is full of videos of him and seungmin going out & he’ll make vlogs when they’re out at some exciting place like a theme park, funfair or arcade etc.

the two of them are always together outside

changbin’s jealous

speaking of social media

in a video on the shared stray kids instagram

felix mocked hyunjin’s snapchat username (it’s hyunjinyoung - nothing but love & respect for his love jinyoung ok)

and that spurred on hyunjin being attacked with lots of people adding him

and he’s just like uhhh what 

he was really confused as to how they found out and what he should do

add 100+ people?? make a new account???

he didn’t really want to make a new account though because that would mean losing his cool username :( 

he gets the most comments on his youtube videos from people saying he’s beautiful

he’ll always be like “gosh i know i’m pretty”

but lowkey he’s all like “awwww” like a blushing baby because it feels nice knowing others find you good-looking

at first he was in disbelief bc like ?? the comments are probably just exaggerating

but they continue through all of his videos so now

he prefers getting comments that are actually about the video/ dance/ game he’s posted though

like he’s practically on the hunt for people commenting on how they found his gameplay or if they liked what he choreographed

it’s kind of sad because he tries so hard, putting effort into his dancing and being fun in his game streams

but then a lot of comments are just about his face

he’s really quiet about this problem because he doesn’t want to seem ungrateful for all the comments about his beauty

but he would also appreciate comments on how skilled he is

i feel like i got kinda sad here tho so lets bring up the mood :))

he constantly sees felix replying to the comments about him being pretty

like “yEAH HE’S GOT NICE LIPS BUT DID YOU SEE THAT CARTWHEEL HE DID???”

or “his jawline could slay my life too but that 360 no scope in the fifth minute was so much more lethal APPRECIATE HIS SKILLZ GODDAMN”

the comments are funny but he’s glad that felix is out there trying to make people aware of his efforts

on a much happier note!!!!

he’s the second biggest foodie after woojin

and that’s evident when he randomly appears in woojin’s videos

like in one cut woojin’s there mixing food in a bowl

and in the next cut the whole place is clean and hyunjin’s in the back washing the equipment

he’ll do a n y t h i n g for food okay

he loves woojin’s cooking the most

because it has such a homely, loving touch (as cheesy as that sounds)

so most of his days are spent waiting for woojin

woojin went out shopping one time

came back to his house, seeing hyunjin outside his front door

hyunjin had started a live stream whilst waiting outside for him

as soon as he sees woojin he’s like

“i want cakeeeee”

and woojin’s like “??? the shops are that way - away from my house”

“why would i buy food when you can make it for me :) please :) i’ll clean your whole house :)”

so woojin’s just like eh, why not?

hyunjin always tries stealing quick tastes

he’s super sly, woojin’s never noticed ;^)

he loves having someone who’ll make food for him when his parents say no or don’t buy it bc this boy just loves junk food

he’s memorised the way to woojin’s house and what buses he’ll need to get there on because he goes there so much

he’s one of the guys that plays a lot of video games

he really loves games like overwatch and paladins because you get to choose which character you can be for the matches

he loves changing it up and getting a feel of all the different characters and their individual abilities

he loves reading the backstories of the characters

finds them so interesting and would genuinely want to get into a game-making career when he’s older

while he does solo game streams

like when a youtuber tries out a horror game or smth

he’ll just start rambling about any particular character and he ends up not getting scared by any jumpscares etc.

he still loves playing horror games

once invited chan over to play one and chan literally sCREAMED 

he has since lost his faith in hyunjin 

because hyunjin managed to video the whole thing

and shared that video in the SK group chat

felix cut down the video to just when chan was screaming 

they forever mock him with that lmao

hyunjin also likes rapping but he isn’t as open with it as the 3racha guys

he and felix will rap along horribly to their songs in front of them and jisung’s just crying in the background like TnT

and he’s rapping in a few of the instagram videos when the group are just chilling, messing about

but that’s about it

people keep requesting for him to do a whole song or smth

but he’s kinda shy??? like, he wants to improve more before showing everyone else

he stays up late practising and the guys are proud of the effort but are always telling him to rest <3333

the instagram is also filled up with loads of his selfies because he just really loves taking pics

but he’s always doing something funny in the pics

like chan was sleeping and he used snapchat’s faceswapping filter on himself and chan

it was so weird but he still posted it bc yolo

also got a short video of himself shooting a fingergun at felix

and then felix, in the back, moved his head as he got shot

it took really long to align felix’s head with the end of hyunjin’s finger gun

but the outcome was worth it

he slowed down the video and it looked really badass

he’s also got blackmail material on everyone in the group

from the full video of changbin acting cute to the most ugly screenshots during their skype/ face time sessions

he has shit on jeongin too

but he’s too nice to actually use it against him

jeongin usually just listens to him anyway

so he keeps the screenshots for sentimental reasons

he’s 1/4 of the ‘00 line gamers

and whenever they’re in a group game together

he’ll call the shots and be leader

and they all listen to him

bc he has almost always lead his team to victory

he was all bashful like “guuuuys we’re a TEAM, we don’t need a leader”

but they made him leader anyways

takes advantage of seungmin’s lack of proper strategy when he’s against him and always goes after him to perfect new trickshots

and then in the next match they’ll be on the same team and he’ll do a complete 180 and help him out so much

he likes how they all depend on him and trust him

not just during games but when the guys have their serious talks too

he knows that he can trust them with whatever and vice versa

also really loves how the older guys (esp. chan) will try to help him because he’s quite young, still learning life and going through typical teenage stuff

and also loves how there are other guys that are his age so he finds it easier to relax around them all

will also try to give the ones younger than him his own advice

(he feels so mature when he does that like wow damn you go hyunjin!)

i feel like this one wasn’t as good as the other ones sorry =\ feedback is appreciated &&& thanks for reading!!

[geese-howards-transscriber]

Tokuhime and Hisanaga

Tokuhime

PROS:

Her cold exterior belies a gentle and nurturing interior-- in this way, you know you’re well taken care of.

The bond between a couple is held in extremely high regard by her, so you know she won’t go behind your back and see someone else.

You can always expect the best gifts from her. She has a tendency to get thoughtful, and--yes-- pricey gifts, and they tend to be of higher quality so they’ll last for a long time, if not forever.

Lots of trips to aviaries and wildlife reserves to, well, watch the birds.

CONS:

Calling Tokuhime emotionally volatile is like saying TNT makes holes in the ground-- both are gross understatements. She’s trying her best though.

She’ll set the same standard of loyalty on you that she puts on herself. Failure to meet these standards may result in some catastrophic injuries or even death.

You have to deal with her father, I don’t think I even need to explain why this is a bad thing

A little more on the soft side, she ALWAYS cries at romantic drama movies because for fuck sake why can’t they just be happy together, EXPLAIN YOURSELVES WRITERS

Hisanaga

PROS:

Nobody is sure how, but he finds the neatest stuff. These are almost always given as gifts after being cleaned up and/or restored.

A pretty versatile cook, aka “Shit I don’t have anything to eat” “BULLSHIT, I can make something with half of a potato and some stale saline crackers”

In spite of his small size, he feels very much like a furnace-- perfect for late-night snuggling in the dead of winter.

He’s not the best with a needle and thread, but he certainly knows how to mend clothing in a pinch.

CONS:

I hope you’re ready to play the long game in courting him-- even getting his attention can take months or even years at a time.

Unlike Tokuhime, Hisanaga is cold and harsh inside and out. He can say some very scathing things to you and not bat an eye.

...but all of this is because he’s terrified of another major breach of trust. And once you have his trust, you have to be very careful not to break it.

Hope you’re not allergic to cats. He has strays that come and go, and a lot of them.

[writinggeisha]

Fire, flames, inferno …

Since ancient times, humans have known about fire. We have feared it, welcomed its warmth, and harnessed its power.

John Wesley said that if you catch on fire, people will come for miles to see you burn. He understood the intrinsic attraction flames represent for most people.

The Greek philosopher Plutarch said that the mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.

One of Ray Bradbury’s characters in Fahrenheit 451 voiced his thoughts about fire: “It’s perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. … If you let it go on, it’d burn our lifetimes out. … It’s a mystery. … Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. … Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical.”

Would your WIP benefit from a few flames?

Adjectives

Careful selection of adjectives reveals opinions.

An arsonist might refer to a structure fire as irresistible, majestic, or resplendent. However, a fire fighter might view it as catastrophic, devastating, or uncontrolled. A couple in love might gaze at the flames in a fireplace and consider them beautiful, cheerful, or romantic. An ancient priest?  Perhaps his fire is ceremonial, holy, or sacred.

Choose descriptors with care, researching the definitions if necessary. For example, pyrotechnic refers to grandiose displays such as fireworks or a rock band’s lightshow, while pyrotechny, although sometimes used interchangeably with pyrotechnic, more correctly refers to the use of fire in alchemy.

Beware flammable and inflammable. Some readers will think the first word means “to catch fire easily,” while the second means “impervious to fire.” But they share the same definition: “easily set on fire.” Better to stick with straightforward words such as combustible and fireproof.

In addition to the words in the following list, many adjectives can be created by adding -ing or -ed to verbs.

A Ablaze, accidental, aflame, alight, angry

B Benign, beautiful, blinding, bright, brilliant, brisk, brutal

C Capricious, catastrophic, celestial, ceremonial, cheerful, cheery, chemical, clean-burning, cleansing, close, coal, cold, concentrated, constant, contained, cozy, cruel

D Dangerous, dead, deadly, deliberate, deliberately set, dense, destructive, devastating, disastrous, distant, divine, dormant

E Effulgent, electrical, elemental, empyreal, endless, enraged, erratic, ethereal, everlasting, evil, expansive, explosive

F Feeble, fiendish, fierce, forked, furious

G Gas, ghostly, glorious, greedy

H Harmless, hazardous, heavenly, hellish, historic, holy, huge, hungry

I Impure, incandescent, incessant, indefatigable, ineffectual, inefficient, infernal, infinite, innocuous, insatiable, intense, invincible, invisible, irresistible

L Latent, life-threatening, liquid, live, luminous

M Magical, majestic, malevolent, malignant, massive, memorable, merciless, molten, monstrous, murderous, mystical

N Noiseless, noisy

O Open, out-of-control

P Pentecostal, perpetual, persistent, phantom, phosphorous, pitiless, pleasant, portentous, potent, purgatorial, purposeless, pyrotechnic

Q Quenchless

R Radiant, radioactive, random, rapid, ravenous, raw, red-hot, relentless, resplendent, righteous, rolling, romantic, ruthless

S Sacred, sacrificial, savage, silent, sinister, slow, sluggish, small, smokeless, sporadic, subterranean, sulfurous, suspicious, swift

T Terrible, thermonuclear, thick, torrid

U Unceasing, uncontrollable, uncontrolled, unending, unexpected, unholy, unquenchable, unremitting, untamed, useful, useless

V Vehement, vicious, vigorous, volatile, volcanic

W Wanton, warm, wasteful, wayward, welcome, white-hot, widespread, wild, wondrous, wood-burning, wrathful

Similes and Metaphors

Many similes and metaphors border on cliché. Try to replace them with more direct terms (except in dialogue). For example:

Hot as fire: blistering, boiling, broiling, searing, sizzling, torrid

Like a house on fire: fast, speedy; dynamic, robust, vigorous

Spread like wildfire: disseminate or circulate rapidly

Fire of passion: ardor, fervor, fever, hunger, lust

Fiery anger: fury, outrage, rage, wrath

Colors

Many fuels produce colorful flames. Pyrotechnics displays take advantage of this fact.

Blue: butane, copper chloride (cuprous chloride)

Green: borax, (laundry additive, ant traps), boric acid, copper sulfate (cupric sulfate)

Orange: calcium chloride, sodium chloride (table salt)

Pink: potassium chloride

Red: lithium chloride, strontium chloride, strontium nitrate

Yellow: barium chloride

Carbon monoxide burns orange or yellow, whereas a properly functioning gas stove will burn blue. Hot candle flames are light blue, cooling to yellow, then orange, and finally, red.

Verbs (1)

Characters might:

Add paper, coal, or wood to a fire

Blow on a fire

Build a fire

Bury a fire, embers, or coals

Cast fireballs

Cloak a fire

Conceal a fire

Cook over a fire

Cuddle next to a fire

Discharge tendrils of fire

Douse a fire with water, dirt, or sand

Dry hair, body, or clothing in front of a fire

Escape a fire

Extinguish a fire with water, dry chemicals, or sand

Fan a fire

Feed a fire

Fight a fire

Find a fire (perhaps by monitoring thermal images from an aircraft)

Fireproof an object

Fling fireballs

Fling tendrils of fire

Gaze into a fire

Hurl fireballs

Ignite a fire

Kindle a fire

Light a fire

Nestle next to a fire

Put out a fire

Quench a fire

Set fire to something

Set something ablaze, aflame, or afire

Shoot fiery arrows

Snuff out a fire

Snuggle in front of a fireplace

Spit-roast meat over an open fire or hot coals

Squat next to a fire

Stare into a fire

Stir a fire

Stoke a fire

Tend to a fire

Throw wet sacks over a fire

Torture someone with fire

Toss something into a fire

Warm oneself by a fire

Watch a fire

Worship fire

Verbs (2)

Fire or flames might:

A Advance, ascend, assault, attack

B Bake, belch, besiege, blacken, blanket, blast, blaze, blister, blossom, blow out, boil, burn (down, out), burst (out, through)

C Carbonize, cascade, cast a glow, catch, cavort, char, chase, cleanse, combust, confuse, consume, cook, coruscate, cover, crackle, creep, cremate

D Damage, dance, decimate, deflagrate, deluge, destroy, devour, die

E Eat, embrace, engulf, enkindle, explode

F Fizzle (out), flame (out, up), flare (up), flash, flicker, fly, follow, frighten, fulgurate

G Glare, gleam, glow, gorge, grope (for), gush (up)

H Harden, heat, hiss, hurdle, hurtle

I Ignite, illuminate, immolate, incinerate, inundate, invite

K Kill, kindle

L Lap, lash, leap (into life), lick, light (up), linger, loom

M Mesmerize, move

O Overtake, overwhelm

P Play, pop, purify

R Race, radiate, rage, rampage, reach (for), retreat, rip through, roar, roast

S Scintillate, scorch, sear, shoot, simmer, singe, sizzle, smoke, smolder, snake through, snap, spark, speed, spill, splutter, spread, sputter, start, surge, swallow, sweep (over, through), swelter, swirl

T Tear through, threaten, twinkle

W Wander, whip, whisper

Many water words can also be applied to fire.

Nouns

There is a huge difference between a campfire and a wildfire, a fireball and a firestorm. A few nouns that could replace fire include:

Avalanche of flames, ball of fire, blaze, bonfire, brushfire, bushfire, campfire, conflagration, curtain of flames, fireball, firestorm, flames, forest fire, grassfire, inferno, sea of flames, sheet of flames, tsunami of flames, wall of flames, wildfire

Props

Props, whether objects, events, or people, add to a storyline:

A Accelerant, alarm, alert, ambulance, arson, arsonist, ash, ax

B Backdraft, barbecue, barricade, bellows, blister, blowtorch, boiler, bomb, bottle bomb, brazier, broiler, bucket brigade, burns, bush, butane

C C-4, candle, chain reaction, charcoal, chemicals, chimney, cigarette butt, cinders, clinkers, coal, combustibles, combustion, cookstove, cremation

D Dynamite

E Embers, EMT, explosives

F Fire brigade, fire department, fire eater, fire escape, fire extinguisher, fire hose, fire insurance, fire pumps, fire ring, fire screen, fire striker, fire trench, fire triangle, fire warden, fire watch, firebrand, firebreak, firebug, firecrackers, firedamp, firefighter, fireplace, firestop, fire-suppression system, fireworks, flame-keeper, flamethrower, flammability, flash, flashover, flashpoint, flint, foam, fuel, fumes, furnace

G Gas, gas lamp, gas leak, gas stove, gases, glare, glow, grill

H Halon, hearth, heat, heat sensor, heat signature, heater, heat-resistant clothing or uniform, hellfire, hoops of fire, hose, hose nozzle, hydrant, hydrazine

I IED, ignition, illusionist, incandescence, incendiary device, infrared energy, insurance, intensity, investigation

J Jet, jet fuel

K Kerosene, kerosene heater, kiln, kindling

L Laser, lava, lighter, lighter fluid, lightning, logs, luminosity

M Magician, magnesium, matches, meth lab, Molotov cocktail

N Napalm, natural gas, necromancer, nitroglycerine

O Oast, odor, oil, oil drum, oil tanker, origin, oven

P Paramedic, petrol, petrol bomb, petroleum, plasma, police, potassium, prevention, propane, propane tank, pyre, pyromania, pyrophobia, pyrotechny

R Rescue vehicle, retardant, risk, rocket, Roman candle

S Sacrifice, shovel, siren, smell, smoke, smoke detector, smoke signals, soot, sorcerer, sparks, sparkler, speed, spontaneous combustion, sprinkler system, sprinklers, suppressant, swath

T Thermal camera, thermal imager, thermal images, thermal radiation, tinder, TNT, toaster, toaster oven, torch, trees, trench

V Victims, volcano, volunteers

W Warlock, water main, welder’s mask, wick, witch, wizard, wood, woodpile

Z Zip fuel

Clichés and Idioms

Too many repetitions of fire in your WIP? Locate phrases such as the following and replace them with shorter alternatives.

Fight fire with fire: counter, fight back, get even, retaliate

Fire in one’s blood: ardor, fervor, passion, zeal

Fire of life: elan, enthusiasm, gusto, vigor, vivacity

Go up in flames: be destroyed, burn, combust, disappear, explode

Light a fire under: coerce, impel, induce, prod, push, urge

Pass through the fire: desensitize, harden, inure, test, toughen

Play with fire: endanger, gamble, jeopardize, risk

Too many irons in the fire: inundated, overwhelmed, swamped

Trial by fire: gauntlet, ordeal, stress, test

[leanstooneside]

TNT

You can kiss my ass on the county square because

Chef is sitting in back busy cooking up one of

He is caressing her face

They fire their M16s indiscriminately running back to the boat

He has opened her blouse and is trying to position

He moves to her makeup case

All of them continue to fire their rifles and guns

WILLARD He's really specializing in busting my balls

We realize that he was trying to get her to

Chef looks at them and nods his approval

CHIEF Clean bring that 60 forward

This cat he really dug his Playboy man

I am beyond their timid lying morality and so I

WILLARD Hey guys where's your C.O

WILLARD Chief my mission's got priority here

Get on your sixty Clean

The band starts its rock 'n' roll amp playing the

LANCE Get off my back

He starts stripping the clothes off her laying her back

We SEE a picture of her in the nude

WILLARD V.O. Someday this war's gonna end