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hamlets-ak · 1 year

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his last letter ༊*·˚

regulus writes you a letter before he goes to the cave

My Dear Y/N,

If you are reading this, it’s too late for me.

I am writing you from my room, at 12, Grimmauld Place. My doom is hanging on my chest, like a rope around my neck. It’s heavy and unbearable. I can already feel it dragging me down.

That night at the Forbidden Forest, I had given you a promise, that I was going to change, that I was going to be good. You were so sweet to tell me that you didn’t want me to change, you loved me so much and nothing mattered to you. It mattered to me though, because I wanted to be good. I wanted to do the right thing.

The time has come to keep my promise and be good. And if the right thing is going to cost my life, then so be it.

Y/N, my dear Y/N, I need you to know that I’ve changed. I need you to know that I did the right thing, that in my last moments on this earth, I was good.

I am writing to you determined to do what I have to. Y/N, my heart, please forgive me.

I wish I never had to write this letter to you, but I know that my road has no return. It’s not just me being my pessimistic self, no. I can feel that this is not going to end well for me, for us. The earth has prepared a deep and narrow place for me and I can do nothing but get in.

Please forgive me for not meeting you tonight. Forgive my sloppy handwriting. Forgive fate. Forgive Kreacher, the bearer of the bad news and please don't be mad at him. Forgive me.

If I regret one thing in this life Y/N, is not giving you more kisses, not hugging you tighter, not saying « I love you » every minute of every day.

Light of my eyes, a million hearts wouldn’t be able to carry my love for you. I love you so deeply that no words can describe it. If only you could jump into my body for only a few seconds, you’d see for yourself, but I would never let you. I love you too much for this. You are everything to me.

You were the first person that made me feel truly loved. I know, my brother loves me too, or at least he tries to. I don’t blame him for taking his distance. After all the things I’ve done, I feel disgusted in my own skin. But you… how could you not be disgusted? How could you not leave me? How could you be there for me? How could you love me? People like me don’t deserve to be loved.

You made me feel that I wasn’t as bad as I thought, that I had a good side; that I wasn’t always angry or mad, I wasn’t misanthropic, as everyone said. You made me realize that I wasn’t a burden, that I mattered only for existing. You truly did love me… and honestly, I’m still not sure why. But I know you did. I could feel it every day, even in our worst moments.

I need you to know, you are the one and only for me, and you will always be. No matter what happens to me tonight, my soul will always be with you. I will always be yours. You will be my last thought, and my last breath will be your name.

I love you.

I’m afraid that you’ll forget me. Me, and everything we did together, everything we were.

Please, think of me sometimes. But not the bad things; the fightings, the tears, the sadness, the fear… think about the good things.

Do you remember the night after that stupid Ravenclaw party? I was pissed. I could barely walk and, oh Merlin, I was so, so dizzy. You couldn’t stop laughing watching my anarchist side come to the surface, as I was going up and down in front of Dumbledore’s office. I thought it’d be hilarious if we managed to get inside and burn the place to the ground. Well, we didn’t do that, obviously. From walking so fast, I ended up sick, vomiting in front of the gargoyle. I could still listen to your voice, as I was holding my knees, letting my guts out, and your laugh — I love it so much when you laugh. You then walked beside me, pulled my hair back, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me. I was staring at you like an idiot because I was too drunk. You smiled and then hugged me with your warm hands, your smell being the only thing I could sense.

That was the moment I first realized you love me. Who else would kiss the lips of a person that was vomiting only seconds ago?

I’ve never told you, but until now I’ve been thinking of that moment. Why would you be so kind to me? To me, of all the people on this Earth. And how can you love me?

Remember this time I was crying so hard without a reason, and I was just so angry that I was kicking the bathroom door and I was completely out of control? That day was terrible. I was hitting the wall so hard that my fist started to bleed. You had never seen me like that and I knew you were scared of me, but you hugged me tightly and didn’t let me go until I calmed down.

I asked you that day, why didn’t you leave me alone? Why did you have to be there? You said that you loved me so much nothing could drive you away. When you left I cried and didn’t go to class.

I was so confused. But I knew one thing, I wasn’t one hundred percent evil like everyone wanted me to believe.

We had so many dreams and plans that will never come true. I should’ve left this whorehouse when I had the chance. I should’ve left with Sirius. If it wasn’t for my ego... And then, when we were done with school, it was foolish of me to stay at my father’s funeral. We could have been in the countryside now, married, away from everyone. I really wanted to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you.

I’ll stop thinking about that.

You have no idea how much it hurts knowing that you are reading this letter. It feels like a knife twisting deep into my soul.

Please, Y/N, you have to understand why I did this. I had to. I owed it to everyone. I owed it to myself.

I know it’s very selfish. I left you just so I can live up to the expectations I built for myself.

I am never going to see the day that awakens with you ever again, but I hope the light of the world is bright and gentle to you. I hope the people are good. I hope you smile and laugh every day. I hope you think of me sometimes, just once in a while.

My love, my heart, please don’t do anything crazy. Stay alive, do it for me. Live. I need you to keep going. If you love me, keep going. And please, get out of this place. Go to your friends, to my brother and Remus. I don’t want you to be here. And don’t even think about passing by my house.

I don’t know what else to say. I wish I could write you everything but time is running.

Please, know that I am not scared. I am not scared at all. I want to do this. It’s my decision, probably the only one I’ve ever made.

Don’t forget to burn the letter.

It’s so cold here and I can't stop remembering. My heart has no pity on me.

I love you forever.

R.A.B.

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spectorcomplex · 2 years

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—WE NEED MUSIC! e.munson x reader

you’re more madonna, blondie, and bowie and eddie munson has to find common ground to save your life

pairing: eddie munsox x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: swearing, descriptions of blood, cuts, wounds, drowning.

word count: 3.7k

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Nancy Wheeler has it all. The beauty, brains, and ferocity. But unbeknownst to the majority of Hawkins, what she lacked was a friend. You two have shared classes before, exchanged kind smiles in the halls, and even engaged in small talk whenever the opportunity presented itself. But the two of you never truly got to know each other— until Senior Year.

The summer air still lingered as it slowly intertwined itself with the fall cold when you saw the announcement on the classroom bulletin board. It was the first day of your senior year and you were already having post-graduation anxieties. Should you have participated more? To prepare yourself for college interactions? Or to be more knowledgeable and worldly—

“Miss Y/L/N.” The teacher’s stern voice broke you out of your stupor. You quickly hung your head as a weak form of an apology but your eyes discretely lingered on the paper pinned to the board.

Shortly after that, you pushed all inhibitions aside, dug out the converse shoebox containing wrinkled papers, and submitted a small compilation of the short stories you’ve written over the past few years to The Weekly Streak.

You had gotten more than you bargained for. The editor-in-chief of the school newspaper, Nancy Wheeler herself, excused you from Calculus class to gush about how the news staff loved your writings. The Weekly Streak was only looking for contributors but Nancy convinced them to give you a full-time spot.

If you want it, of course.

Of course, I want it, Nancy. If it means getting pulled out of Calculus more then yeah.

She laughed, you laughed, and the rest was history.

—+—

You really wished your history going forth with Nancy consisted more of laughing and gossiping while painting your nails and not getting your skin ripped apart by interdimensional-tentacle-vampire hybrid bats.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” You groaned as more of the creatures tried to tear into your flesh. “We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!”

“Don’t be so pessimistic, angel eyes!”

If Eddie Munson wasn’t helping you to survive by smacking an oar around you would’ve wrung his neck at the nickname. You seriously regret wearing that ABBA shirt when the group dropped off food for him at that cabin by Lover’s Lake.

The screeches stopped and all that was left was an eerie static in the air and Steve Harrington softly crying out in pain.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d end up in an alternate dimension of your hometown with probably the most random combination of people. “The Freak” and “The King” and you three girls.

It was scary how quickly you were accepting that this entire predicament you found yourself in was real. Nancy never held back when opening up to you, her relationship with Steve, with Jonathan, her brother, the misogynist pricks at The Hawkins Post and she definitely did not sugarcoat all the crazy events surrounding Will Byers’ disappearance. All she avoided was talking about Barbara but you respect her boundaries.

It’s okay if you think I’m crazy. I’d think the same if we switched roles.

Honestly, Nance, it sounds like the plot of those science fiction movies and you’d kill it as a scriptwriter.

Well, you better start thinking about writing drafts about all that’s happened in the past week and what’s about to happen and submit them to a Hollywood producer.

“C’mon, chiquitita, we need to find cover,” Eddie addressed you again. You glared at him but followed nonetheless.

You didn’t even notice that you were mindlessly walking around a few seconds ago until Robin grabbed your forearm.

“For both our sakes,” She chuckled. You also nearly fell into the lake that day you wore the ABBA shirt.

It wasn’t long until your group stopped again. You froze at the thought of more “demobats”, or whatever you heard Steve call it, coming your way but thankfully it was just Steve coming to a halt due to his injuries.

Nancy immediately came to his aid and you watched in curiosity. Their glances towards each other lately were not as discreet as they think and you would’ve easily jumped in to nag Steve’s ear off to protect your best friend if he wasn’t being nice. It was odd. You were never in his line of fire when he was still in school but you saw from a distance how much an asshole King Steve was. But during this entire ‘adventure’ he was actually decent and your rudeness would be unwarranted. You saw the genuine fear in his eyes when Max Mayfield’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she started lifting off from the ground. Sure you were scared too because she’s only a child, she doesn’t deserve this but you could tell that the look in Steve’s eyes was fear coming from a place of losing a loved one.

Steve was grunting in pain as Nancy wrapped the scrap fabric around his torso and it was only then did the sting of the bites from earlier settle in your nerves. Someone was saying something about guns but the blood pumping in your ears overpowered their voices.

“Fuck,” You said as you eyed the red gashes. “Am I gonna have rabies?!”

“What?” “That’s what I was saying!”

The sight of blood never did anything good for you. It always creeped you out and made you woozy. It didn’t matter if it was your own or from someone else’s wound, oh, but it was definitely way worse if it was your own. You felt like throwing up at the sight. And you were trying to keep the tears of pain at bay but it was as if all the hurt from the bats only registered now. It was probably a coping mechanism; you hated blood and everything about it and that’s why you only looked now.

“Woah, hey,” Was that Robin or Eddie? “Y/N? Are you okay?”

Oh, it’s Munson. You could tell from the long strands of hair softly tickling your cheek.

“She hates blood. Like really hates blood,” Nancy said in panic.

“And there’s lots of it,” Robin let out in a breath.

That seemed to alert you subconsciously and your breathing picked up until you were sure you were gasping. You’re overreacting. Steve has it much worse and he’s still standing.

You tried to right yourself by shaking your head. Snap out of it! Then you felt a fabric, almost like a handkerchief, running over your bare arms— you hated that you ditched your denim jacket at the Wheelers— and the sight of ring-clad hands wiping away the red liquid confused you enough to distract you from the pain.

“There you go.. okay now, Y/L/N?” You oddly felt deflated at the lack of a nickname.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry for being such a little bitch,” You chuckled but your voice was devoid of humor.

“You helped me by grabbing those things with your bare hands,” Steve suddenly spoke, his hands mimicking your actions. “That’s badass.”

You huffed out a thanks with a truer chuckle this time. This whole dynamic was weird but everyone’s presence was the only comfort you had right now and you would not let it slip from your fingers.

“Let’s get moving then,” You suggested. “I heard something about Nancy’s guns?”

Said gun owner gave you a watery smile. She gently pulled you in, careful to avoid your cuts, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” You sighed. “I’m glad everyone’s okay.”

Your group got to trekking the ghastly landscape towards the upside down Wheeler house. What a mouthful. It was exhausting watching every step because of the apparent vine mechanism but your adrenaline still hasn’t run out and you hoped it would last until you got out of this literal hellhole.

The dust particles and never ending midnight sky sent shivers down your spine. You sent a quiet prayer for all of you to make it out alive.

“Hey,” It was Munson again. You nearly tripped backwards when he appeared next to you.

It felt nice that he was talking to you. You’ve had English with him twice and you would be lying if you said the metalhead didn’t intrigue you. He intimidated you, sure, but there were layers to that. He was an enigma. The most interaction you had with Eddie was that group project for midterms and finals. You were probably giving yourself too much credit but you felt as if you had gotten past the first layer of his facade during that time. To everybody else, it was a teenage boy not caring for his studies, but to your keen eye it was obvious that Eddie Munson was purposefully orchestrating that appearance to the world. He submitted works two weeks late but when you got a peek, his poetry blew you away. As if it was some lyricist’s magnum opus. But you knew he had more to offer in the future and he was only going to get better from there. The piece was so good that even if it was submitted way past the deadline, the poem still got a B.

“Hey,” You greeted back. When he didn’t reply for a minute, you followed up with a “How are you holding up?”

He looked taken aback. It was quite adorable really. You were used to his scowl and exaggerated faces to tease someone. You couldn’t find a better description for right now than puppy dog eyes.

“You’re asking me that? You, who got beaten up by bats?” Eddie asked, bewildered.

“I mean, you’re dealing with a police investigation, a Salem witch hunt– you’re the witch by the way, and the actual supernatural all at once and you probably haven’t had a proper meal in a week,” You frowned. “And I wasn’t beat up.”

“Well, since you put it that way, it is pretty fucked up. But I’d rather deal with this Vecna jerk than the new chief of police.” He smiled this time, directly at you and it felt like a metaphorical light in this literal dark.

“I actually kinda miss Hopper,” You shrugged. You hugged your arms to your chest. The feeling of the dried blood bothered you. “Chrissy would have already gotten her justice by now.”

It was silent after that when Eddie had no reply to your words. You feared that you said the wrong thing and your heart sinked even further. More anxiety wasn’t needed in this life or death situation.

“Do you-” He started, Your head whipped towards his direction so fast that you felt your cheeks warm at your eagerness. “Do you think he’d accuse me? Hopper, I mean.”

This time you didn’t break eye contact. “No. He wouldn’t even name you a suspect so quickly like they did. They’re so prejudiced it’s insane.”

“Prejudice, heh,”

“What’s funny?” You asked, eyeing his sly grin. It was a look of trouble.

“Nothing, just,” Eddie ran a hand along his chin. This time you eyed the chunky, intricate silver rings. “I remember we were grouped for a class and you scolded poor Logan Clarke when he asked too many questions while you were trying to read your copy of Pride and Prejudice.”

You had no recollection of that memory but you couldn’t help but flash him a curious smile, “You remember that?”

“Is that weird?” He asked, suddenly looking self-conscious. When you shook your head no, his grin made a return.

Robin was now suddenly yelling directions and you all quickly followed. The sooner the better. You had a family to come home to. And after getting out of the upside down you had to save them. You had to.

The grimey distorted version of the Wheeler house came into view and all of you stopped to catch your breath. All that was needed was to safely get into Nancy’s room and grab her weapon. The notion of having something to protect you in the upside down gave you relief.

The other three made their way up the stairs quickly but a gentle hand on yours stopped you in your tracks.

“Here.”

You were dumbstruck. Eddie Munson was offering you his leather jacket. You didn’t know him that well but you think you know his sentiment over the piece of clothing he was handing to you.

You started to shake your head to refuse but he shook his head back and went around your frame to help you slip your arms into the sleeves without hurting yourself. You caught a glimpse of his pale forearms, the only marks littering it were artsy tattoos. You didn’t know why you felt relieved when he didn’t have the same teeth marks and blood on him.

He stepped away when the jacket was finally on. It smelled of dark mahogany, real leather, and something so uniquely Eddie. One part of your brain was telling you to return it but it was warm and comforting that your tense shoulders finally had a moment to sag and relax.

“Take it, dancing queen. You’re practically shivering.”

—+—

So close. You were so close.

You had practically burst into tears of joy when Nancy returned to normal. You jumped back into the other side without hesitation when you heard Steve calling out to her. You felt like sinking into the floor when you saw her rolled back eyes. You were straight up sobbing and you were surprised you pulled enough strength to hold her unconscious body next to Steve.

“Nancy!” You shook her harshly. If that was what needed to be done to wake her up while the others looked for cassette tapes then you’d shake her til your arms fell off. “Nancy, no, no, no, please. Please. No.”

Flashes of past memories came and go through your mind and you didn’t pay it attention when the present sight of your best friend at the verge of being killed is as terrifying.

She came back with a gasp. You didn’t have time to ponder how she did come back without the physcological effects of music but you were thankful. You told her to get back to the other side, the normal side, as you watched her along with Steve.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you go first. You were not the most athletic so climbing up the makeshift rope was a bit of a struggle. Nancy didn’t let her exhaustion take over, not until she helped you by grabbing your hand. She was still clutching your hand by the time Steve came back and you didn’t know why suddenly the grip was almost bone crushing.

“You’re so happy aren’t you? That everyone’s back?” Nancy said. Her voice was clear of the raspiness it had earlier. Too clear. Almost artificial, as if something was mimicking her.

“Yes, I’m so-“ You mentally prepared yourself for it but it still caught you off guard.

One half of Nancy’s face looked as if it was melting like candle wax. You weren’t stupid. You knew it was your turn.

“Nancy, I—“ You started. It was probably pointless that you called her Nancy since obviously this person in front of you isn’t your best friend anymore.

“I thought we didn’t keep secrets, Y/N.” Her ‘voice’ was pitching lower and lower that it was now scary, horror like. She sauntered towards you and kept getting closer without stopping that you fell back. Her face was so distorted to the point she looked like a corpse and you cried at the sight.

You felt sand. Sand everywhere. But the menacing red sky surrounding you didn’t fit the scenery of a beach. A sob slipped past your lips. No no no. You cannot relive this all again. The heartbreak of everything would actually manage to kill you before this Vecna creature did.

“Please, stop,” Such a juvenile act, covering your ears with the palm of your hands. “Please, let me go.”

Then you heard it. A chime of a clock. A booming sound that vibrated in your chest and you knew this is what haunted Max.

“Why would I do that, Y/N.” The voice was completely different now. No trace of Nancy in its echo. Your name was hissed like a taunt.

“Just like you let me go?” The shout was so loud it forced your eyes open. And you screamed.

—+—

“Fuck! Y/N, wake up!”

The sight of your skin, once full of life, was now turning grayer by the minute. No sight was scarier than your eyes lacking its vibrant color as a milky white took its place. The leather jacket covering your frame looked more vibrant than your ghostly appearance.

Everybody’s hands were shaking. Nancy’s as she helplessly shook your body. Max’s and Robin’s as they went over the piles of cassette tapes that were most likely not going to have your favorite bands. Dustin and Lucas’ as they each set up a boom box and a cassette player with headphones just to be safe. But all these precautions were going to be in vain if they didn’t find a song that will pull you out of this godforsaken curse.

“No, no, hey, hey!” Steve desperately clutched onto your wrists as he saw the first sign of your feet lifting off the ground.

—+—

“I didn’t mean to,” You shook your head. The tears were overflowing now. “I’m sorry, you know I’m sorry. I regret it every single day of my life.”

“Do you now?” The face of your cousin was as distorted as Nancy’s. But this felt a lot more eerie as the last time you saw it was when—

You screamed in utter fear as the face and body morphed again but this time it wasn’t into another person. A monster. With vein like lines crawling all over their giant body and surprisingly human eyes. They were cold and hateful.

You tried to get up and crawl away, feeling the black sand scratch at your wounds, opening them up again. You cried in pain. Worse when you were pulled by your feet and dragged backwards. The pain was unlike anything you’ve felt before and you hoped that if it was your time to go, this horrendous monster would have the mercy of making it a quick departure.

—+—

“Fuck, fuck,”

Dustin looked over, surprised at his friend, the mighty Eddie Munson, having tears well up by his eyes.

“I-I know she likes ABBA–shit! I don’t have anything like that, fuck. Fuck!” Eddie was carelessly tearing through his collection. Most of these cost a good amount of money but right now he couldn’t even think about anything like that when saving you was his top priority.

This had already happened once in his home and he was not about to let it happen again.

“Anything close! Like a soft rock or something that sounds like pop! Anything—anything!” Nancy was sobbing now. She couldn’t let another best friend of hers be taken away from her.

Suddenly, a tape with a black cover and gold lining was in Eddie’s grasp. This is the closest he can get away from his heavy metal.

He raised it to Nancy so she can look but she was teary eyed and trying to grasp onto your legs. Eddie showed it to the person closest next to him, Robin, who nodded.

“I think she listens to them. It’s worth a try.” Robin’s deep voice was raspier than usual as fear consumed her eyes that were looking over at you.

Eddie gave a mumbled sorry to the Sinclair siblings as he practically shoved them out of the way to place the tape into the boom box and pressed play. The sound was surely going to draw attention from the neighbors but it was just a famous song playing so all they could hope for was that there will probably be no danger.

—+—

“You left her there to drown, Y/N,” You swear you heard Vecna tsk. The creepy, sluggish vines slithered towards you and were tightly wrapping around your limbs.

This was the end.

But just the beginning. Of a song. Of hope. Of a familiar song you would scream to when you had the chance to be home alone.

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me

“You are going to die today, Y/N, you are going to drown. Just like your beloved cousin did.”

You shut your eyes. It was an accident. You were a child. You have not fully forgiven yourself but what is important you were in the process of it.

It hurts. Every single day you feel the pull of guilt and you may never be without it, but you were living in the way you can still love your family. This isn’t your time. Not in the hands of a monster named after a silly game character.

Too late, my time has come,

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time

The vines were pressing into the minor cuts on your legs. Your hands were still free and you caught a glimpse of the leather adorning your arms. You were not going to go without seeing the boy who owns this jacket.

So you took your chance, rattled Vecna like how Steve demonstrated you did with the bats, and fled for your fucking life. Your knees were killing you, the cuts all over your body were determined to slow you down, but not even this beast could defeat Freddie Mercury.

You didn’t look back. Only let the sound of Queen consume you with hope as you saw the image of your friends hold onto your body. It was the light at the end of the tunnel.

And when the operatic section hits, you felt connected with yourself once more before falling into carpeted ground.

You vaguely heard a female voice saying they were going to get a glass of water. Something small and cold pressed against the side of your neck and you just knew.

“You had Queen?” You teased with a broken voice.

You heard a collective sigh of relief and never felt happier. A hand gently smoothed over your tangled hair.

“Yeah, thank god, I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done with myself. I better start calling you Killer Queen now, eh?”

That nickname doesn’t sound so bad.

my first stranger things fic :> please reblog if you enjoyed it <3

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things fic #stranger things season four #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot

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hopeyarts · 2 months

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The Main Thing About King Magnifico (that I personally love)

He was created as a character who has the option to make his own choices, but he makes the wrong ones. He is given multiple chances to allow himself to think something through and choose a better way to handle things, but he just doesn’t. Even Jennifer Lee said this about him in some interview I don’t really care to pull out but it’s somewhere.

This isn’t bashing on his character, because genuinely this is probably one of the main reasons of why I love this version of Magnifico if I had to say something about him. It’s very relatable and I can see myself making irrational decisions in situations I feel out of control. And that can apply to anyone, really. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I think he let his arrogance get in the way of his ability to think things through. His foresight is short because he’s too caught up in the past. He’s pessimistic and thinks of the worst possible outcomes, so he unintentionally chooses the worst possible decisions that he thinks will help him. It’s really interesting seeing a character who stood on good graces fall and become the one thing he swore not to be. He was a good benevolent king, but turned to a source of dark power to gain back control he thought he’d lost.

It’s sad too, considering he actually meant well but let the whole ‘bright light’ thing get to him. But throughout the movie, every time something arises he has the option to choose how to work with things— and he doesn’t take advantage of that.

When he saw the light, he was willing to turn to the dark magical book even if no one had been harmed. Queen Amaya guided him away from that decision towards a lighter one, but when that failed he went back to his primary option and fell for his own arrogance.

And you know what’s funny and (admittedly) so relatable here? He blames it on someone else. He blamed all of this on Asha, who hadn’t even interacted with him since the night of her interview. *Magnifico blames someone else for his own actions*. Her actions could’ve influenced his, but those are HIS actions. Magnifico wasn’t forced or threatened to do anything. He CHOSE to do those things. He chose the worst options when the best ones were right in front of him. He let his arrogance get in the way of that and look where he ended up. It’s important that people know that YOU are responsible for your own actions, UNLESS your free will and agency has been compromised by external factors that are beyond your control.

You could say that the forbidden book took ahold of Magnifico made him commit those actions itself, sure whatever. But does that mean that if Magnifico isn’t in control of himself, should Asha be to blame for his actions? Uh, no. 💀 Why are you blaming a 17 year old girl for a grown man’s actions? Ahem, not the point of this post but anyways. Those are still his actions that he willingly tethered to.

But you know what? That’s totally relatable. I blame people for my own faults sometimes. Other people do that, too. We don’t end up in mirrors, but hey, we pay the price for it. People can be like that and it’s our own jobs to handle and control ourselves. No one is responsible for someone else’s emotions either, but we can at least give an ounce of care. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m working on that myself and have gotten better, but here I can connect to Magnifico like that. I’ll admit that con about myself. It really just means it makes him just as human.

Just wish he learned to get past his paranoia and realize that he doesn’t need to be in control all of the time. It would’ve been a real weight of his shoulders and some great character development. And sadly, the movie didn’t provide that. (also, this isn’t really proofread as I should be asleep rn)

BYE- THIS MADE ME GIGGLE, I’M SORRY. THE GRANDPA’S FACE ALWAYS GETS ME. 😭

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carbonateds-oda · 1 year

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ok thoughts were brewing in the shower again i need to force them onto other ppl now

so y’all know that one scene during the guild arc where atsushi goes under q’s curse and dazai has to lit slap him to snap him out of it? there’s usually two reactions i see ppl have to it, they either think it was shitty of dazai to do that to him or they think it was fair cuz they were in a time crunch and he needed atsushi to focus

whether u agree that it was understandable or not i don’t rlly care let’s just acknowledge for now that there was in fact a limited time they were working w

either way most ppl seem to agree that the reason he knew that would work was due to his past w aku and that he was basically reverting back to his old ways a little when he slapped him and i always see ppl using that scene to argue that dazai hasn’t rlly changed at all and he’s just as bad as he used to b, however i don’t rlly think that was why he did that or that it had anything to do w aku but rather sm else

cuz the main argument for why the slap was cruel is bc atsushi looks up to dazai and up until that moment he had been nothing but kind and helpful to him so having the person who saved him suddenly slap him out of nowhere could’ve risked making him feel worse, that and he’s alr been through sm other shit too sm that dazai is fully aware of

the more i thought abt it though the more i realized how much that encounter reminded me of another scene from dark era

i dont think i need to tell u guys just how imp oda was to dazai or how large of an impact he had on him it’s pretty fucking obvious, I mean he lit drops everything just to fulfill his death wish, basically what I’m trying to say is that he’s clearly someone dazai looked up to right?

and idk but it must’ve been pretty confusing to have oda of all ppl suddenly tell him that he’s never gonna find what he’s looking for and that he’ll always wander in dark alone and that nothing would ever make him feel better, while he’s watching him die in front of him no less

if u think abt it, it was a pretty cruel thing to say to someone like dazai, and it could’ve easily made things worse, but all things considered there rlly wasn’t any time for him to b sugar coating anything he just needed to make dazai understand, and make sure he snapped dazai out of that pessimistic ideology he had so he could finally start to heal before he ran out of time and left him on his own

it’s pretty similar to that scene w atsushi imo and i think that his reasoning behind slapping him like that had more to do w that scene w oda than it did w anything else esp w the whole “stop pitying urself” speech he gave him which is kinda like how oda was basically like “ur gonna keep being miserable if u go on like that”

idk I just personally think it would make more sense if that was the case but maybe I’m looking too much into it 🤷‍♀️

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #oda sakunosuke #bsd theories

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staplegxnn · 6 months

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THE THIRD BEAT

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Tw: cussing, lots of juicy juicy angst

Headcannons: poppy does not like cussing (humor ensues), Barb is traumatized, Branch is a snuggly mf who loves his gfs with all his heart

Life was slow and messy for Barb after the whole “trying to turn everyone into rock trolls” thing. It wasn’t easy for her to make friends, some people still hated her, others went as far as teasing her and calling her names, it wasn’t something she could escape. But there was one escape…Poppy and Branch, Poppy was the queen of the pop trolls, a sweet and overly optimistic woman with a heart of gold and a love for glitter, and Branch was her pessimistic boyfriend, he was more chill and low energy than poppy was, but he was still all smiles and jokes. Poppy and Branch were Barbs absolute best friends, they didn’t judge her for anything, sure, Branch needed a bit more time before fully trusting Barb, but one he did, they were amazing friends. Poppy was certainly the closest to Barb, they could talk to each other for hours without getting bored, they did each others hair, they went on adventures together- they were absolutely inseparable.

Barb sat on the edge of her bed, sighing as she scribbled down some doodles in her notebook. She didn’t have anything to do today, Branch was out with his brothers and Poppy was doing some queenly shit that Barb would rather just not ask about- she had her own problems ruling her own kingdom. Barb laid back in her bed, looking up at her ceiling, she’d been staying temporarily in the pop kingdom for around a month now, since most of the rock trolls were helping re-construction of the other kingdoms, she honestly loved it there, it was bright and colorful, and sure- it was kind of not her vibe- but it made her happy nonetheless. Barb felt her hand grip around her pen, her notebook laying on her lap, she sat up and started to doodle again, it started with a head, then a body, some legs, some arms…Barb grumbled, she got up and walked to her desk, grabbing some other pens. Pink hair, pink skin, a blue and green dress…and pretty, hot pink eyes. Barb set her pen down, rubbing the paper and sighing, she chuckled, looking at the drawing.

“Poppy…”

Barb sat down in her desk chair, rocking it side to side as she flipped the page and started doodling again. Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought about Poppy, she looked to the picture on her wall of the two together, Poppy hugging Barb tightly, and Barb hugging back- she wanted that to happen again, she missed Poppy’s hugs when she wasn’t there. Barb looked back down at her paper, she drew poppy again, her smiling face and bright eyes, she closed the notebook, setting her pens aside, she took a deep breath and took the picture from the wall, looking down at it.

“Poppy. God damnit why can I not stop thinking about you….”

Barb heard a soft knock on her door, she set the picture down and opened it, almost having a heart attack as she saw the pink preppy princess standing right at her door. She stepped back.

“Ah! Poppy! Oh you’re here! I thought you weren’t gonna be back for another hour!”

Poppy giggled, hugging onto Barb and sighing.

“Ugh- the queen stuff was soooo boorrrrrinnnngg! So I snuck away to come see you!!! I- hope that’s okay-“

Poppy sat down on Barb’s bed, smiling at her. Barb nodded, smiling back and crossing her arms, trying to make Poppy’s hug last longer.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m always one for ditching.”

Barb sat next to Poppy, leaning on her a bit, Poppy leaned into her as well, the two of them falling back onto the bed and giggling. Barb looked at Poppy as she wrapped her arms around her, taking her in another big hug.

“I miss your hugs when you’re not around…”

Barb mumbled, looking up at the ceiling, trying to ignore her thumping heart and burning face.

“Awww! Barb!!! I miss you too. I wish I could come over here more often but I’m so freaking bussssyyyy- excuse my French.”

Barb laughed at Poppy’s remark, looking down at her and sighing softly.

“Eh, it’s fine, I can survive without you for most of the day. I just require like- 5 hugs per day.”

Poppy giggles, sitting up and tackling Barb, wrapping her arms around her.

“HAH! There’s number 3!!!”

Barbs face turned red, she laughed again her face now redder than the burning flames of a fireplace. Poppy noticed this, she tilted her head slightly.

Poppy, despite being busy, was a very devoted person to her friends. She had time for everyone, and everything, you could ask her to do a 4 hour long task during work hours and she’d find the time to do it for you. But most of her time was spent around two people, her boyfriend Branch, and her best friend…Barb. Barb was such a spunky woman, her personality was off the rocker and she was honestly so fun to be around, Poppy never wanted to leave her side half the time they were together, and her favorite times were when Branch, her, and Barb were all together, those were her happiest moments. Recently, poppy had been spending a lot of time with Barb, since Branch was busy catching up with his brothers, it was just the two of them most of the time, and the more that Poppy was around Barb….the more she started to notice little details about her. She always melted into hugs, she wasn’t really that snuggly, but when Poppy or Branch snuggled up to her she would cling right onto them, she always got a bit red when the two were around her…and most of all, the way Barb looked at her.

Barb looked up into Poppy’s eyes, tilting her head as well and chuckling.

“You okay there, princess?”

Poppy shook herself out of her trance, smiling and tackling Barb down into another hug, laying back on the bed with Barbs head on her chest, she melted into her like always, smiling and taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinkin.”

Barb closed her eyes, her arms wrapping tightly around Poppy’s waist. Poppy gently ran her hands through Barbs bright red hair, it was soft and silky, and it shined like fire in the light.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

Barb opened her eyes, looking up at Poppy with a smile. Poppy loved Barbs smile, it was one of the best things about her, it was crooked and toothy- and the most charming damn thing she’d ever seen, it reminded her of Branch’s smile.

“You and Branch, like always.”

Poppy giggled, ruffling Barbs hair. Barb grumbled playfully, turning over and pulling Poppy into an even tighter hug.

“I haven’t seen Branch in a while. Does he come home today?”

Poppy nods.

“Yeah, I hope so. I miss him.”

Barb sits up, smiling down at poppy and stretching.

“I miss him too. Let’s just hope he doesn’t bring his brothers around- cause I am not up for having like- 50 people in my house.”

Poppy giggles, laying her head down on Barbs lap. And there was that look again. Barbs gaze softened, her eyes half lidded, a spark firing deep within her pretty reds. Poppy adored it…it made her feel so special the way Barb looked at her, like she was the only woman in the entire world.

“Nah, I think it’ll just be me, you, and Branch. We could scrap book together!!!”

Poppy smiles widely, both hers and Barbs faces a bright red.

“Ah- scrap booking? Really?”

Poppy scoffs playfully.

“Yes really, you know you love it.”

Barb rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Uh huh. Sureeeeee. Yeah fine, we can scrap book.”

Poppy squeals.

“YAYY!!!!”

She sits up, wrapping her arms around Barb and tackling her back onto the bed, laying down with her and closing her eyes.

“I love…-“

Poppy paused mid sentence, opening her eyes and looking up at Barb, that same look still in her eyes.

“H…hanging out with you.”

Barb smiled, sighing softly and looking up at the ceiling.

“I love hanging out with you too. I swear you and Branch are the only reason I’m even still in Trollstopia. I would’ve moved if I didn’t have you.”

Poppy gently plays with Barbs hair again, giggling.

“I’m happy you stayed.”

Minuets later, there’s a knock on the door, and Poppy immediately jumps up to go get it, swinging open the door and gasping as she saw who it was. Branch came rushing into the room, picking Poppy up and giggling.

“There’s my two favorite girls!!!!”

Branch threw poppy down onto Barbs bed, hopping up and giving Barb a big hug too. Barb giggled, her face flushing as Branch snuggled up to both her and Poppy.

“Oh you’re back Branch we missed you!!! Me and Barb were talking about scrap booking!”

Branch playfully rolls his eyes, just like Barb did.

“Really? Scrap booking?”

Poppy scoffs.

“You two are no fun!!! I’ll go get the supplies from my house. I’ll be right back!!!”

Branch leans in to Barb, whispering.

“Watch, she’s gonna take like a full fuckin hour.”

Poppy snaps back around and looks at Branch.

“LANGUAGE!!!”

Barb and Branch both laugh as Poppy closes the door and leaves. Branch sighs, wrapping an arm around Barb. Barb smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and fidgeting with her leather jacket.

“So, anything new since I’ve been gone?”

Branch gently started playing with Barbs hair- that was one of the many things him and Poppy had in common, they liked playing with Barbs hair.

“Ah, not much. Poppy’s been busy with ruling, and I’ve just been kinda stuck here all alone until she gets done for the day.”

Branch frowns a bit, huffing.

“You could’ve told me, I would’ve come back sooner.”

Barb shakes her head.

“Nah, you were busy with your brothers. I can handle being alone…I was for most of my life anyway.”

Branch sighs, hugging Barb close.

“Well you don’t have to be alone now, you have me and Poppy. And we’ll never leave your side.”

As Branch said this, Poppy came back in the house, hopping up on the bed and snuggling right up to Barb and Branch.

“That’s right! We’re gonna be here forever and you’re gonna have to just deal with it!”

Barb smiled at Branch and Poppy, looking between the two of them.

“Ah- you guys are gonna make me blush.”

Branch chuckles, laying back on the bed and letting his head hang off the end of it.

“But you’re cute when you blush.”

Poppy nods.

“Very. I agree. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!!!! ITS SCRAP BOOKING TIME!!!”

Barb didn’t even have time to process what the two had said to her before she was dragged into the downstairs part of her house by Poppy, Branch following closely behind. Barb sat down on her couch as Poppy sat on the floor, getting out all her art supplies and clapping happily. Branch sat down next to Barb, putting his arm around her and yawning.

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

The next couple hours were filled with constant laughter and talking between the three, like always, it was the most fun they’d each had in a while, just making little paper cut outs, pouring glitter everywhere, listening to music and watching movies, it was great. By the end of the day, they were all 3 warn out, it was dark out and they’d been loud and crazy to their hearts content. Poppy sat on the couch next to Barb, leaning against her and groaning.

“Ughhhh- can’t we just spent the night? I don’t feel like going back home.”

Branch nods in agreement.

“Yeah neither do I.”

Barb chuckles.

“Yeah, no shit you can stay. Have I ever said no?”

Poppy yawns sleepily.

“Watch your-…language…”

She grabs a blanket, not even bothering to grab a pillow, just falling asleep on Barb, all snuggled up in her blanket. Barb sighed, chuckling as Branch sat behind her, covering the both of them with a blanket, Barb sighed, laying back against him and looking up at him. Branch smiled down at her, then he smiled down at Poppy, chuckling.

“She’s out like a light.”

Barb laughs.

“Yeah she is.”

Barb gently plays with Poppy’s hair, smiling as she laid against her, sleeping peacefully. Barb sighed, looking off into the distance for a second before speaking again.

“Branch? Do you guys ever feel like…I’m bothering you….? Like I’m intruding on your relationship…? I’m like- literally fuckin laying in between you two right now.”

Branch chuckles, shaking his head as he turned down the volume of the tv.

“Of course we don’t. Me and Poppy chose to have you around, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Honestly, you make our relationship complete, without you it feels like it’s missing a piece.”

Barb blushed at the remark, fidgeting with Poppy’s hair.

“Does Poppy feel that way too?”

Branch nods.

“Oh absolutely! She loves you. Anytime us two are alone together one of us always brings you up, and that’s why we’re always around you, Poppy needs you just as much as I do.”

Barb paused, the room was silent for a moment as she thought to herself.

“Branch…do you…ever think…- maybe….”

Barb paused again, looking nervous. She shook her head and sighed.

“Never mind. Night, Branch.”

Barb laid back, closing her eyes and snuggling against the two. Branch chuckled, patting her on the shoulder and laying back as well.

“Goodnight, Barb.”

Barb was the last one awake in the morning, she felt the slow rise and fall of Branch’s chest against her head, and the vibration of Poppy’s voice against her ribs. She opened her eyes, smiling down at Poppy, who immediately smiled back at her and hugged her.

“Barb!!! Sorry if we woke you-“

Barb shook her head, sighing and looking up at Branch.

“Nah, you didn’t.”

Branch sat up, helping Barb sit up as well as he walked to the kitchen and started making all of them coffee. Poppy leaned against Barb, sighing.

“Branch told me that last night you were asking if you bothered us. And you don’t!!! You really don’t. We love having you around!!! To be honest we hate “alone time” cause we like it better here with you.”

Barb giggled, nudging Poppy playfully.

“Branch, were you talkin shit last night?”

Branch walked back in with coffee, handing Barb her cup.

“So much shit.”

Poppy gasped.

“Language!!! Thank you for the coffee, sweetie~”

Poppy took her cup from Branch, taking a sip and sighing. Barb stayed quiet as Branch and Poppy spoke to each other, she thought to herself for a bit…she didn’t feel whole without Poppy and Branch with her either, she felt like she needed them as well, she felt…like she was part of their relationship in some way. She shook herself out of it, finishing her coffee and walking to the kitchen to put her cup away. Who would ever love her like that? She was a crazy, off the walls, angry, terrible person- who didn’t deserve love, that’s all she could think about, and that’s all she thought of herself. Poppy looked over to the kitchen, seeing Barb just looking down at the counter as she fidgeted with her cup. Poppy stood up, walking up behind Barb and wrapping her arms around her waist, laying her head on her shoulder.

“I know that face. What are you upset about???”

Barb shook her head, sighing and rubbing her forehead.

“It’s nothing.”

Branch scoffed, standing up and leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

“Don’t say it’s nothing. We know you, it’s clearly not nothing when you act like this.”

Barb groaned.

“That’s just the thing. You guys know me, but…you know me too well! You shouldn’t be- hanging out with me like this- you should hate me! You both know what I did…you both know how I am and get you still chose to stay….why??? Because I said sorry once? Because I had a change of heart? You shouldn’t just- forgive me right away-“

Barb put her head in her hands, sighing softly.

“I don’t deserve what you guys give me…- and I never will.”

Branch and Poppy looked at each other, both pulling Barb into a big hug. Poppy cupped Barbs face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Barb. You deserve all of what you get from us, and more. You are a sweet, loving, adorable woman and i love the way you are! I don’t care about what you did in the past- you’ve clearly changed.”

Barb placed her hands over Poppy’s hands, looking at her the same way as always.

“But…I…I just worry that…I’m a burden to you.”

Branch shakes his head.

“You are not a burden. We promise.”

But a promise wasn’t enough for Barb, she gave the two of them a soft, and clearly fake smile, before sitting up on the countertop and huffing. Poppy burrowed her head into Barbs stomach, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist, Branch just sighed and hugged the both of them, looking up at Barb.

“Cmon, you believe us right?”

Barb shrugs.

“I don’t know….it’s…- hard to. I’ve had people lie about that stuff in the past- and with you two…- I…”

Barb sighs softly.

“It would hurt worse if you two were lying.”

Branch grumbles, rolling his eyes and picking Barb up from off the counter, slinging her over his shoulder. He took her upstairs, Poppy following closely behind, Branch plopped Barb right down onto her bed, grabbing her desk chair and sitting down across from her, Poppy staying standing.

“Alright Barb. Talk. Somethings up with you. I came home, we all had some fun, and now you’re suddenly upset, and I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

Barbs face turned red, she didn’t know what to say, and she was so focused on Branch that she didn’t even notice Poppy opening her notebook.

“Ah- it’s- it’s nothing, you know me, I’m always down about something.”

Poppy suddenly spoke up.

“Oh…Barb…”

Barbs heart dropped down into her stomach when she saw what Poppy was holding- she was in some deep shit now. Branch looked over Poppy’s shoulder, his gaze softening as he smiled, looking up at Barb, who was now face down in a pillow, seeming to be preparing for the worst.

“Barb, why didn’t you tell me and Poppy?”

Barb lifted her head.

“Hah??? Tell you what??? You must be seeing things!!!! There’s nothing in that no-“

Before Barb could finish her sentence, she was smothered in a big Poppy hug, her shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath, hugging her back.

“Sorry….”

Poppy lifted her head.

“Sorry for what?? There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

Branch nods, sitting up on the bed with the two.

“Poppy is right. But why didn’t you tell us sooner…?”

Barb shrugged, she had an answer, she didn’t think she deserved to be in a relationship, especially not with two amazing people like Poppy and Branch, but they didn’t need to hear that, they probably already knew.

“I…I guess I was just nervous.”

Poppy looked at Branch, and Branch back to Poppy, the both of them smiled and nodded, looking back at Barb and taking her hands.

“There’s no need to be.”

Poppy hummed in her sweet and soft tone.

“Because- we love you like that too.”

Barb sat dumbfounded in the lower floor of her house, staring dead forward at her blank tv screen. 2 weeks. That’s how long she’d been in a relationship with Poppy and Branch, it hadn’t hit her until just then, her heart sank deep into her chest, but before she could think about anything more, she was tackled and immediately smooched on the cheek.

“BARBBBB!!!!! Hiiii!!!! I missedddd youuuu!!!”

Barb giggled, kissing Poppy back and sighing.

“You went upstairs for 10 minutes, Poppy.”

Poppy sighs, sitting up and looking down at Barb.

“That’s too long without you.”

Barb sat up as well, only to be pulled into another kiss by Poppy, Barb melted into her, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Poppy giggled as she broke the kiss, holding tightly onto Barbs hands.

“Gosh, you’re such a good kisser~”

Barb turned bright red at the remark, chuckling and tucking Poppy’s hair behind her ear.

“Ah- I’m not that good.”

Branch came up from behind Barb, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her.

“Nah, you are. Don’t downplay yourself.”

Barb hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Oh stop it-“

Poppy giggled, pulling Barb into another hug.

“Nooooo~”

Poppy, Branch, and Barb all sat on the couch together, snuggling closely. Barb stared off into space again as the other two spoke amongst themselves. She couldn’t help herself, she was deeper in thought then she usually was, she wasn’t paying attention to anything except for the voice in her own head. Poppy looked up at Barb, running a hand through her hair and trying to catch her attention, kissing her cheek, cupping her face, everything she could- but Barb was too deep in her own head. Branch sighed softly, just leaning his head against Barb, and waiting until Poppy was asleep around an hour later to pull Barb aside. He gently helped Barb off the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking out onto the back porch with her, and as soon as they got outside, Barb broke down into tears. Branch took her hand, his heart broke seeing one of the people he loved most in the world break down like this, he just held her in his arms, hugging her closely as she cried, he didn’t even need to ask her what has wrong, she started talking all on her own.

“Branch- I- I don’t deserve you, or Poppy…I’m a horrible fucking person. I’m loud- I’m heartless, I’m too closed off to say anything about it- I…I’m the opposite of you guys.”

Branch paused as he listened to Barb speak, he gently sat down with her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead.

“Actually…Barb, you’re exactly like how I was once…”

Barb looked up into Branches eyes, seeming surprised. Branch just nodded.

“Yeah, I know- hard to believe- but…I was closed off once too, I was scared, I was isolated, and to be honest…I was kind of an asshole. I didn’t think I deserved love either, but Poppy helped me see differently, she helped me realize and understand that no matter what…everyone deserves a little bit of happiness. And especially you do, Barb. You’re the second sweetest girl I know, and I love you.”

Barb smiled, tilting her head slightly and giggling through the muffled sound of her tears.

“Second?”

Branch shrugged.

“No one can be as sweet as Poppy.”

Barb laughed and leaned into Branch, closing her eyes and sighing, maybe she did deserve love, maybe this was her second chance…and maybe, just maybe- she could finally be happy once again.

#trolls #trolls parb #trolls world tour #poppy x barb #poppy x branch #branch x barb #trolls fanfic

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danvillecheese · 1 year

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why do u think act ur age is fucked

[cracks knuckles] alright. essay time. you asked for it.

I’ve done a similar response to this before here and mentioned something else about it here but I’ll go over it again since those posts are both from a while ago. also bear in mind I haven’t seen aya recently bc I don’t like it. okay let’s get into it

[also im gonna preface this saying maybe i sound very pessimistic but im ranting and its just gonna sound like im complaining because i am. i mean no real malice by the way. im simply a person with a blog.]

first off. they don’t use the show don’t tell as well as they could. in the what might have been montage, sure, they showed potential scenarios and how phineas felt (very briefly) when isa stopped visiting his backyard but it just feels so rushed. I get that they only had like 11 minutes to show it but idk there has to be another way to write it. or just not have it at all idk its just from a writing point of view the whole episode feels rushed and out of place from everything else continuity-wise. why not use little easter eggs planted in the show beforehand? operation crumbcake? pharmacists? meapless in seattle? god theres so many episodes with evidence that phineas liked her back even if he didnt know. just. continuity!!!!

second. why did their friends not try something sooner. it’s not like they didn’t know. like phineas seems to be okay with saying “i wish! i am so in the friend zone there” in front of his friends (that quote alone makes me lose my shit but that’s a whole other point) so clearly they knew about phineas. and isabella also wasn’t quiet about it (source: pnf s1-4). they had like four years of high school to do something and they planned it the day isa left for college? nah its just the least realistic thing ever for me. also them being 18 is like yeah okay maybe the slow burn was worth it and theyre way more grown up (i love a good slowburn) but ohhhhhh my god SURELY their friends were getting sick of them dancing around each other. just me?

third. and I’m sorry to ash simpson but oh my god I hate the character designs like They Would Not Fucking Look Like That. it almost feels like it completely disregards their arcs during the original summer. like yeah child chub disappears over ur teen years but sometimes it stays a little longer! make phineas less twiggy!! make isa look more like her mother! (am i about to redesign them again? whoops)

four. and i know this is no fault of dan and swampy but the show was about to end anyways and yet the entire friend group was paired off into hetero ships?? get fucking real. none of those kids are straight. realistically, i know it was a different time and gay marriage wasnt even legal in the us yet so it wasnt all that common to have queer romance on screen let alone on disney channel but like i said, the show was about to end. what were the disney channel execs gonna do? cancel it? lmao

five. "I am so in the friend zone there." "we are guys. we do not talk about our feelings." WHAT!!! i cant believe this shit is real. these lines of dialogue are canon. what the hell. what kind of message does that even send to younger, impressionable viewers? if ur a 10 year old boy watching that (ok fine maybe that isnt gonna stick with you forever but listen) and you go 'oh its okay to just bottle everything up and not tell my friends about my feelings about anything ever' that is insane! thats not how things should go!! like i get the whole "im so in the friend zone" and yes, this also has to do with the era but like if they wanted to be a more progressive cartoon that kids look up to and enjoy maybe they just. shouldn't have put that whole conversation in.

i barely have any problems with the b plot. in fact id watch the episode just for the kazoo solo. because that plot lines up with the continuity. i can totally see heinz having bowling night with perry and carl and monogram every week! i can totally see perry and monogram retired! and carl running owca and getting payed for it! that all checks out! that one makes sense and works with the canon! if they got that plot so right how did they get the a plot so wrong?

i can answer this question: fanservice. its an awful word, i know. act your age is a fanservicey episode which is why i think it crashed and burned. mml season 2 is rooted in the same issue: doof is very present and takes away from the original plot of the show. like, the one he wasnt even in until the last episode of s1. slightly getting off topic but it is the crux of the issue. fanservice doesnt make for good storytelling. even if it brings in the big bucks. at its core, telling the story the way it should be told is the best one. even if it pisses people off. a good portion of the viewers will still appreciate whatever ending the creators come up with. and no, im not saying phinbella shouldn't have become canon, in fact i really like the ship and all their dynamics, i just think they went about it the wrong way.

as someone who's written and published fic about them getting together in different universes (granted, they were from when i was younger so its mildly terrible. take them with a grain of salt) there are a lot of other ways to tell that story canonically. honestly, i think the best way of doing it was to keep it ambiguous. dont tell that story. let the viewers pick their own ending for phineas and isabella. maybe they dont get together after all. who knows!

thanks for the ask! hope you had fun getting lectured <3

#phineas and ferb #phinbella #act your age #ask #this was fun you guys should ask me more stuff like this #dwampyverse analysis

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loserscanwritetoo · 2 months

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Starman

Chapter 3

TW: Description of a panic attack, mention of past su1cid3 attempt

Nico wouldn’t say that he was a pessimist, but after the awkward run-in with SunBoy last night he would be lying if he said he didn’t run back home and barged into Hazel's room.

The past day had been alright. Turns out Hazel wasn’t a bitch, just an introvert who quite literally had no idea what to do with a big brother, and honestly, Nico wasn’t sure how to behave now either. He knew, realistically, that they would never have a ‘normal’ sibling relationship, but he still hoped, somewhere deep down, that they might become somewhat normal over town.

Hazel was nice, and Nico liked most of her friends. Frank wasn’t too bad either. Apparently he was just shy with a resting bitch face.

However kind her friends may be, Nico knew that he would never feel safe with them. You know when you meet a new person, and you badly want you to click, but something is just a little bit off? That’s how Nico felt with Hazel's friends, but it would work. He really just needed to get through two years, and then he’d graduate and be able to move back home, and go back to his solitude. That was a safe plan, and he’d stick to it. He wasn't going to let some half sister get between him and his goal, and he definitely wouldn’t let a guy ruin it for him.

He’d let guys ruin things for him since even before he realized he was gay. There was the italian guy in the playground in preschool, the mysterious foodie in middle school, and numerous other crushes that he had promised never to tell anyone about. Well, he’d told Bianca, but that didn’t count. He’d told Bianca everything.

He never ended up telling his mom though. She had a tendency to be a bit old fashioned, and Nico didn’t want to risk losing her. He had planned to tell her once he had moved out, but that was before the accident.

Sometimes he found himself talking out loud, as if his family was still with him. Sometimes he cried, because he wished it would’ve been him and not them. Bianca was a genius, both academically and socially. Nico had always just been her weird little brother, who cut his own hair because he hated hairdressers, and only wore clothes a size too big, because he didn't want anyone to look at him. She had a bigger reason to live. Nico was just… kind of there. Didn't do much, didn't say much, and didn’t make much of an impression on anyone.

That’s why he had been so uncomfortable when he saw that Will was watching him in the graveyard. That was Nico at his most vulnerable, and Will had forced himself into his bubble.

“You will not believe what just happened!” He thumped down on Hazel's bed, realizing a little too late that Hazel was in the middle of a facetime call with Annabeth.

“Good evening to you too Nico” she replied with a sigh. It looked like Annabeth was about to say something, but Nico interrupted her.

“Not now Annabeth, this is a missing-fathers-only conversation”. Annabeth opened her mouth, probably to protest, but Nico leaned over Hazel and hung up the phone.

“Nico, I swear to god, if this is not super important I will kill you. We were busy talking”

“Yeah, yeah, Luke’s an asshole, I’ve heard” Hazel glared at him, but Nico just rolled his eyes. He’d had enough of hearing about Luke, especially when no one seemed to want to tell him what he had actually done that was so bad.

“So I was in the graveyard-”

“No normal person hangs out in the graveyard.” Hazel interrupted.

“Shut up. As I was saying, I was in the graveyard,” He felt his breathing speed up and his limbs starting to vibrate. “And I’m talking to Bianca and mom” He felt like a weight was put over his chest “and then all of a sudden Will fucking Solace is there and he’s watching me, and probably thinking I’m crazy, and I really don’t want him thinking that because I’m not crazy, or am I?” He tried to form more words, but his mouth was so dry, and it was like all of a sudden no words made sense, and he couldn't form sentences, he felt like his head was being dunked underwater, and Hazel seemed to seep further and further away.

He could see her opening her mouth, watched her talk, but he couldn’t hear her, and then she was gone and he was left alone in her room. It seemed to shrink more and more as every second ticked by, and he was afraid it would kill him, crush him down into a fine powder, and then finally he would join mom and Bianca again, and he wouldn't be so alone.

He was so alone. So very alone. It was just him against the world.

He felt a lump form in his stomach, and before he had time to react he threw up all over Hazel’s floor. He was startled by the sound of a door slamming open, and he felt someone hold him, talking to him in a soothing voice, but he couldn't hear the words. Then a hand was pressed against his chest, and he noticed it wasn't moving. He wasn’t breathing. How do you even breathe?

The hand moved up into the air, and then down again, over and over again, until Nico realized his chest was supposed to follow it, and it did.

Slowly he seemed to come back to reality, and he realized he was sobbing. Hazel was holding him, and handed him a glass of water. She clearly didn’t know how to handle this, and Nico’s heart sank. He had just come crashing into her life, and now here she was, sitting on her floor, surrounded by his vomit, trying to comfort someone she’d known for less than a day. He realized she was speaking, but her voice was laced in concern.

“Hey, I’ve got you. I’m here.” Nico tried to answer, but no words came out, so he just leaned into her touch and cried. Cried for the first time since the funeral. Felt all of the feelings he had done his best to ignore for months.

He cried out of anger. Anger for that drunk driver who had separated him from his family.

Out of sadness, because he would never see his mom or Bianca ever again.

And out of embarrassment, because Hazel saw him like this. No one was supposed to see him like this. Not even Bianca had seen him like this. God, how he missed her. He would do anything to be with her again.

Hazel grabbed his hand, and he realized he'd been stroking the ugly, horizontal scars on his wrists. Now she was crying too. He had ruined everything, and he just wanted to sink into the ground.

Those scars were his biggest shame. He had been drunk, and angry, and sad, and willing to do anything to be with his family again. He had sworn never to do anything like it ever again

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry” Hazel tried her best to steady herself before replying with a shaky breath,

“Don’t apologize for feeling things. How can I help you?”

“You can’t”

“Let me in, Nico. You don't have to be alone in this.”

And so Nico talked, and he didn't stop until the early hours of the morning. When the siblings finally fell asleep, holding each other, Nico felt a little lighter. Hazel was good. He was going to give this a chance.

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Hazel's alarm went off at 6 am, and Nico rubbed his eyes desperately. It was so early, and he felt like he had only slept for a minute or two. Next to him, Hazel groaned, before falling out of her bed, letting out a little yell. Nico couldn't stop himself from laughing, and Hazel glared at him before kicking him out of her room to get dressed.

Nico took a quick shower and found some clean-ish clothes in a moving box that he had never bothered to unpack. It still smelled of his home back in Italy, and he took a minute to breathe it in before downstairs where she was met by Hazel and Marie.

He grabbed a sandwich and got into his car. It was a crappy RV, that barely even ran anymore, but he had bought it with his first paycheck, and he loved it.

Since it was his, nobody could stop him from smoking in it, so naturally, he lit a cigarette. Hazel joined him and they sat in silence as Nico finished his smoke. When he had put it out, he glanced at her, considering telling her his biggest secret.

“Don’t you even dare apologize for last night”

“I wasn’t going to! It’s just, I want to tell you something,” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m gay.” Hazel hesitated for a second before replying

“Cool. Are you gonna make sure we get to school on time?” She smiled at him, and Nico mirrored her response before rushing off in a speed that definitely wasn’t legal, but he didn't care. He had a sister. He wasn’t alone. She might not be Bianca, but right now, Hazel felt just as safe.

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The amount of antisemitic filth spewed by Christians daily is beyond nauseating. Only with Christians could I be called a christ killer, be accused of drinking the blood of babies, be told I'm somehow secretly a lizard person and be implicated in an absurd number of conspiracy theories all in the span of a single sentence.

Doesn't matter what sect or branch or denomination or whatever of Christian you are. Western Christianity by design and virtue is antisemitic. Martin Luther called for the mass execution of Jews who refused to convert and was directly cited by Adolf Hitler. The Catholic Church was complicit in the Holocaust. Baptist Preacher Steven Anderson recently released a documentary called 'Marching to Zion, where he makes some very bold claims like having scriptural evidence that the Jews are no longer God’s chosen people” to claiming that “Judaism’s Messiah” is the Antichrist to the “blasphemous teachings of the Talmud and Kabbalah.”

And the list goes on. Christians cannot remove themselves from their antisemitic history. I am a jew. I am proud of being a jew. I will not be gaslit into ignoring how Christians wish to harm Jews.

First I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this - trying to get my older asks responded to.

And I’m sorry for any negative experiences you’ve had with Christians but I have to say the things you mentioned in the first paragraph is not something that can be independently verified but i can assure I have myself seen some similar things espoused by people who are certainly not Christians. And also, even if some Christians have said such things, it is not fair to judge Christianity or all Christians by such things because those are certainly not the feelings shared by the majority of Christians and does not reflect christian values at all.

Western Christianity is not anti-Semitic by design and virtue. You have a very narrow and misguided understanding of Christianity. And if you want to use Martin Luther as an example then it’s only fair, as well as important, to understand the historical context. Martin Luther actually started off as very sympathetic towards the Jews and condemned those who degraded and disparaged them. He was very optimistic in his views towards them and hoped to see a massive conversion of them to Christianity after attempts to bring the gospel to them. Much later on he became disheartened and pessimistic in his views when this conversion wasn’t happening. And back in the Middle Ages, which cannot be judged through the lens of today, there were very different ideas on the roles of church and state. Luther’s adversion to Jews was not racial, it was theological and he believed, as was already the norm in practice, it was the role of the state to deal with blasphemy. And Luther believed the teachings of Jews were blasphemous and was calling for the state to deal with it. He was not encouraging Christians to wage war against their Jewish neighbors. And he did not, as you incorrectly stated, call for their mass extinction.

And, I’m sorry, but I’m so over this “Hitler cited them therefore they are a bad person” rhetoric that so many people cling to. Hitler was a bad person. And he did very evil things but people should not be judged based on whether or not they were cited by Hitler hundreds of years after their death. They should be judged on their own merit. We all know Hitler was wrong on a great many things so why, when we look at who Hitler cites, is there no room for the idea that maybe Hitler was misusing someone’s quote to his own advantage or interpreted someone. else’s ideas incorrectly? Why is how Hitler decided to use the ideas of someone else (often incorrectly) the ultimate judge of whether or not that person is good or bad? Why can’t you open your mind to the possibility that maybe Hitler misinterpreted or misused these quotes?

And furthermore Christianity does not follow Martin Luther. We follow Christ. Yes, he plays an important role in church history but no branch of Christianity views him as a perfect person who had the right ideas about everything. Modern Christianity, including the Lutheran church, has explicitly rejected Luther’s later comments about Jews in writing.

Your third example is someone who is very bluntly stating things that surmount to theological differences. And yea, surprise, Christianity has some pretty significant theological differences with Judaism that we do think need to be called out. Like for example yes Jews initially were God’s chosen people but now we are all His chosen people. And also citing one pastor hardly makes a case against Christianity as a whole.

It’s not gaslighting. It’s adding context and explanation to things you have gravely misunderstood or used to unfairly judge us as a whole. Christians do not wish to harm Jews. Quite the opposite, actually.

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Falling Down

Relationship(s): Gabriel & Cordell Walker, Cordell Walker & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Emily Walker & Dean Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Episode: s05e22 Swan Song, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Crossover, Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort

Summary: Alternate Universe where all 3 brothers go down into the pit. Sam, Cordell, Adam. Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel.

Part 3 of Walkernatural Extras

Written for @juneofdoom prompt 12- Grief

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Gabriel always knew this day would come. From the moment God brought him into existence, this had been part of the Plan. The endgame of the Grand Story. No matter how much Gabriel tried to ignore it, to pretend the party could just go on forever, he knew the apocalypse was nigh.

You okay in there?

It amazed him how quickly Cordell had become attuned to him.

I’m fine. But It is happening.

Oh. Do we need to do something?

Gabriel wished there was something they could do. But this was Ordained. The big prize fight was happening whether they liked it or not. Their brothers would fight. One side would win, the other would die. And that was the end.

Never knew you to be a pessimist.

You saying you want to fight against destiny?

No. But if my brother is fighting, I don’t want him going in alone.

Well. Gabriel wasn’t going to argue with logic like that.

Fine. Make sure Emily knows where you’re going. I hate it when she yells at me.

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Letting Gabriel fly always left him a little off-kilter when they landed, but that wasn’t the only reason Cordell felt uneasy as he stepped into the graveyard.

This was It. The endgame. The prizefight. The ultimate battle between Heaven and Hell. Two sets of brothers, trapped in a maze that they either couldn’t escape or just didn’t know how.

He felt a charge in the air as he turned toward the center of the cemetery. They hadn’t landed too far from the main event. As much as Cordell would rather be right in the middle, trying everything to stop this, there was some kind of energy keeping them from directly interfering. Even as he walked closer, he could feel the push. He was forced to stop a few yards away.

There they stood. Dean. Sam and Lucifer. Michael and Adam. Cordell and Gabriel. Two sets of brothers, standing at the four points of a compass. It was almost like fate.

“You have no business here, Gabriel,” Lucifer sneered. “Why don’t you run off and play some more games with the hairless apes?”

“What? I’m not allowed to play in the reindeer games anymore.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I only disappeared for a millenia.”

“That’s long enough for you to lose your stake in the game,” Michael said firmly. “You have no place here. Take Dean and leave us to our business.”

“Yeah, not happenin’,” Dean snorted. “I’m not leaving my brother alone.”

“Neither am I,” Gabriel and Cordell said.

“You really do irritate me,” Lucifer stated, glaring at Dean. “If I wasn’t about to burn this world, I would take the time to teach you a lesson. But-”

“Hey! Assbutt!”

Castiel appeared almost out of nowhere and launched a molotov cocktail at Michael, who burst into holy flame.

Lucifer turned his fury on the rogue angel. “Did you just burn my brother?”

Before Castiel could even formulate a response, Lucifer snapped and burst him into pieces. His rage then turned to Dean. “You planned that, didn’t you?” he sneered. “Filthy little mud monkey!”

He lunged at Dean, raising his fist and raining hell down on the eldest Winchester. “You really think you stand a chance against me? The end of this story was written long ago and you are not the hero you thought you were.”

Cordell tried to run forward, but Gabriel held him still. “Let me go,” he hissed.

There’s no helping Dean now. Let him go.

Cordell struggled to regain control of his legs as Dean struggled under Lucifer’s rage.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped.

Son of a bitch. He really did it.

Cordell watched Lucifer’s fist fall. Then he heard his brother’s voice. “It’s okay, Dean,” Sam said. “I’ve got him.” He turned toward Cordell. “I got him.”

He threw down the key to the Cage and the ground opened up next to him. He held out his arms, waiting to fall as a strong wind whirled from out of the Pit.

“No!”

Cordell whipped his head around and saw Michael. The archangel was pissed and running toward Sam. “No!” He gripped Sam’s lapels and tried to drag him back from the edge. But Sam was determined and kept pulling against him.

In a blink, Cordell was there, grasping onto him too. “Don’t,” he whispered, trying to pull his brother to safety.

Sam shook his head. “You have to let me go,” he pleaded. “I-I have to fix this. Please.”

“No, it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“It’s too late.” Sam smiled sadly. “It’s okay, really. You’ll be okay.”

Then he jumped.

Michael held on. Cordell held on. Lucifer screamed. Sam closed his eyes. Adam hid away from it all. Gabriel tried to pull them all back, using the full strength of his wings to try and save them from Hell-

Then the ground closed behind them.

And they all fell down.

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Dean stared at the ground for hours. The Earth had been torn in two around the edge of the Pit of Hell. Then his entire family jumped in it. Now, the Earth was whole again, not even a scar to memorialize the damage.

Castiel helped him to his feet. “Sam saved the world, Dean,” he said, probably attempting to soothe him. “A miracle happened on this day.”

Dean wished he could believe that.

What he really didn’t understand was why Henry had been there. Why Gabriel had been there. He could maybe believe in a show of solidarity, a last ditch effort to try to fix what couldn’t be saved. He could almost admire that. He could appreciate Cordell trying to make up for ditching them all those years ago.

But now they were gone. A grand sacrifice that never needed to be made.

And Dean was left behind to pick up the pieces.

“I have to go,” he said eventually. “I-I gotta tell his family. They need to know.” He leaned on Baby as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

He couldn’t even deliver a body for them to burn.

He made the 10 hour drive in 7 hours. He pulled up in front of the perfect suburban house and trudged up to the front door.

He expected Emily to scream. To cry. To slap him and shove him out the door. Hell, he wouldn’t blame her for getting her shotgun.

Instead, she hugged him and invited him to dinner. She kept her smile on for the rest of the day, making her kids laugh and trying to make Dean feel at home.

It wasn’t until the sun went down and the kids were sound asleep that she fell apart. It was like a switch flipped as soon as no one immediately needed her. One moment she was impossibly fine, the next, she was falling into Dean’s arms.

“Why?” she asked. “Why him? Why didn’t Gabriel stop him? Why- Just- Why?”

Dean held her and wished he still had a God to pray to. “I’m sorry.”

Emily buried her head in Dean’s chest and sobbed. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” she whispered between hiccups.

“I don’t know. But I’m here,” he promised. It wasn’t enough, but he had to try.

He did promise Sam he’d go on without him. And Cordell’s kids needed a father.

Dean could try. He owed them that much.

#walker #supernatural #walker fic #supernatural fic #crossover #au #walkernatural #henry winchester verse #walkernatural extras

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Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 3

Time for Carson to become a teen! He has a birthday party with his friends and Keira and Marta decide to accept Kayleigh's offer of staying at the house until they're ready to head to San Sequoia.

Low level content warning: Mentions of emotionally abusive ex

Kayleigh: Thanks for coming

Eliza: We were bringing Onyx anyway, it was kind of you to extend the invitation

Bob: Onyx, get off the computer

*computer breaks*

Onyx: Wasn’t me

Paola: Mr Pancakes! Your latest cookbook was amazing, can I have a photo

Bob: Sure *poses*

Kayleigh: I though Bob didn’t do crowds

Eliza: He doesn’t but he needs to up his fame for his final promotion

Darwin: You excited to get tall Carson

Angel: Yeah tall is good

Carson: Sort of

Harvey: Here’s your cake, make a wish

Onyx: Make it a good wish

Kayleigh: Happy Birthday Carson

Carson: Thanks mum

Teen Carson! His last favourite colour is blue and his room gets a do over to suit his new style. He rolled the learning and discovery hobby which will pair nicely with his rolled like of archaeology. He also rolled liking pessimistic sims and disliking optimistic sims. He rolled liking flirtation and affection, alongside disliking physical intimacy so I think that makes him asexual but not aromantic. He rolled being biromantic.

Onyx: Woah, I’m so used to you having colourful glasses

Carson: I thought I’d try the see through trend, see what it’s like

Bob: This cake is exquisite, your dad did a good job

Carson: I’m glad you like it Mr Pancakes

Angel: So you coming to high school tomorrow right

Carson: I think so, but I feel like the watcher won’t be coming since it’s career day

Onyx: Career day is so boring, why do we have to have it every week?

Amie: Because we need to “broaden our young minds”

Carson: I don’t get it. Are you imitating someone

Onyx: *sighs dramatically* Mr Amarinth

Eliza: That man does not make a good principal

Paola: You said it Mrs Pancakes. He’s a stuck up jerk

Christen: Don’t be surprised if he ignores you

William: Or thinks you’re going to be a clone of everyone else in your family

Onyx: Or just refers to you by your last name because “too many kids experiment with identity these days”

Bob: I did call to complain about that, gave him an earful

Onyx: I know dad, thanks

Angle: But there are good things. We’re there, obviously

Pictures with friends: Onyx, William, Darwin, Christen

Bob and Onyx autonomously hugging in the background. More pictures with friends: Angel, Paola, Amie

The party doesn’t last long however as Carson’s llama flu is still bothering him. He takes some medicine but still feels off.

Carson: Hey dad

Harvey: you all right

Carson: Not really. I think it might be something more than llama flu

Harvey: Well there is an after hours clinic on Ohan’ali. We could pop in

Carson: Sure, just let me get changed

Harvey: That jacket is… unique

Carson: I live in Sulani, why not have a pirate phase

Harvey: *chuckles* fair enough, come on

While they’re out Kayleigh takes some time off painting and watches some action on tv.

Kayleigh: Hey, where’s Carson

Harvey: He’s at the pharmacy

Kayleigh: What was wrong? We got him his vaccinations

Harvey: Can’t vaccinate for asthma sugar

Kayleigh: He’s got asthma?

Harvey: Yeah. Doc said we need to try keep the house dust and dander free, and make sure he doesn’t get too stressed

Kayleigh: With Reece not living here anymore that should be a little easier

Harvey: *laughs* Exactly. But I don’t know what effect it’ll have on his fitness

Harvey and Kayleigh are both active and the family is sporty. They're NOT concerned about weight

Kayleigh: How are you doing Carson

Carson: I don’t know, it’s weird. I mean who even develops asthma as a teen

Harvey: I’m sure a lot of people do

Carson: Hmm, maybe

Kayleigh: Try not to be too disheartened honey, we can adjust

Carson: But how can I be a scout leader if I can’t hike without collapsing

Harvey: You got the inhaler, you should be okay if you keep it with you. The only way to know is to try

Carson: I guess. Thanks for helping with the project

Kayleigh: No problem. Have a good sleep honey

Harvey: Catch you on the flip as the young ones say

Carson: Ugh no one says that dad

They all head to bed. During the night Harvey feels like a midlife crisis could be coming along, but doesn’t want to bother any of his family with it when Carson needs support for his diagnosis.

Carson: Morning Dad

Harvey: Good luck on your first day of high school, try not to fall asleep at career day

Kayleigh: Good morning Carson

Carson: Trash is treasure

Kayleigh: That's nice honey. I just wanted to let you know Keira and Marta will be staying here until they’re ready to move to San Sequoia. They’ll have Reece’s old room

Carson: Yeah mum, sure

Kayleigh: Remember, Marta’s lost her family. We don’t want her to feel excluded from this one

Carson: Yeah yeah, talk to Marta, got it. Hey do you think this light makes my skin look good or amazing

Kayleigh: *sighs* teens

Harvey: We are getting old

Kayleigh: I’m not old

Harvey: Did I say old? I meant better looking

Kayleigh: *laughs* come here you

Carson: Ew! Could you two not kiss when I’m trying to… well do anything really

Kayleigh: Where’s my eldest baby

Charlie: *laughs* right here mum

Kayleigh: Oh I miss you

Charlie: You saw me a couple of days ago

Kayleigh: Yes but when you’re a parent it can feel so much longer

Charlie: Heads up, I’m getting really good at chess now

Kayleigh: Then how come I have a large pile of your pieces

Charlie: Tactics mum, tactics

Kayleigh: I just don’t know what to do about your brothers

Charlie: They’ve been knocking heads since they could knock heads mum, that’s not on you

Kayleigh: I just wish they could get along

Charlie: Mum, one of the first things I learned in professional sport, not everyone will get along. Sometimes personalities just clash. It doesn’t make the people bad

Kayleigh: I just worry I did something wrong

Charlie: Mum, you didn’t. You taught us to fight for what we want, it just turns out that both those boys want to be the best, so they fight

Kayleigh: When did you get so wise

Charlie: *scoffs* When I took your queen, checkmate

Kayleigh: When you- hey! Good game. I have to go help your sister move. Take care honey

Kaleigh heads to Willow Creek but Keira and Marta are running late with packing so she takes a trip to the park while they finish up. She spends some time in the observatory, then collects some fruit from the nearby plants for Harvey to add to his garden.

Kayleigh: Ready to go now

Keira: Yes. It’s been wonderful here, James and Alexander are so generous. But Liam knows we’ve lived here, we can’t risk staying even if he is locked away for now

Kayleigh: Whatever the reason, I’m always going to be happy when my kids are home

Keira: Big stuff in storage, clean clothes in bag, I hope I didn’t forget anything

Kayleigh: If you did I’m sure Alexander will send it along

Marta: Why does the water here taste so good

Kayleigh: There’s freshwater springs all around Sulani, we’re lucky

Marta heads upstairs to check out the room. Part of her wishes they could stay here forever, the sights are beautiful. But if Liam could find them from a society wedding, he’d be able to track Keira to her celebrity mum. It’s not worth the fear she’d live in.

Carson: And then I said to him- Marta!

Marta: Hola Carson

Carson: It’ll be good to have you two here, even if it’s just for a bit

Keira: Thanks. It’s always nice to be back here

Carson breezes through his homework easily enough and then decides to be brave and try swimming some laps. The filtering keeps the pool water clean, but he’s not sure how much he can exercise without upsetting his asthma. He finishes and coughs, and I worry I’ve killed him, but he recovers from coughing without having a full on attack.

Marta: You use such lovely colours

Kayleigh: Thank you honey. Do you paint

Marta: Me? No. I like singing, but I don’t paint

Kayleigh: If you want to try while you’re here there’s plenty of supplies, just help yourself

Marta: Gracias

*phone rings*

Kayleigh: Hello? Oh Reece honey how are you? Yes your sister got here fine, she and Marta are getting settled. What was that noise? If the turbines are howling you should really get someone to come look at them, you won't be able to sleep with that racket. Talk soon darling

Kayleigh: How was your first day then

Carson: Not terrible, I’m in the same class as Onyx which is nice

Marta: Who

Harvey: Oh Onyx is Bob’s eldest

Marta: Your cooking friend yes?

Harvey: You got it

Marta: Were the students nice? Spot anyone cute?

Carson: Why

Marta: I’m a romantic, I’m curious about these things

Kayleigh: I had so many crushes in high school

Carson: Excuse me, I just need to text Onyx asking how to get out of this conversation

Marta: Forgive me, I didn’t mean to overstep

Harvey: If you need to come out as straight son, that’s fine. Straight people are the majority

Carson: Dad! I’m not straight, I’m bi

Marta: Yay! Another one for team bi!

Kayleigh: So it’s official, we failed at passing on our pan genes

Marta: All your kids are queer. That’s something is it not?

Harvey: Of course it is. We love you Carson

Marta pulls Carson in unexpectedly for a hug and whispers.

Marta: Don’t worry, being bi is the best, you’ll love it

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so i’ve gathered my thoughts a bit and…i’m still in camp pessimism, though more in a call the family just in case but he may pull through kind of way rather than jumping straight to writing a eulogy, i realize that we only saw 15 minutes of gameplay and that’s hardly anything, but based on that here are some of my thoughts (i’m sure there will be more (both critical and praising) after i’ve had time to really ruminate)

(adding a cut bc this was LONG)

the art style doesn’t totally have me sold, i realize it’s probably for performance and longevity’s sake but i really liked the skin textures in dai (they felt more human to me w/ their flaws rather than everyone being smoothed) i also don’t see why we have to redesign the demons & darkspawn every single game but that’s nit-picky (the spells are also a nit-picky thing for me i think there are better ways to illustrate an ice spell than putting big snowflake graphics on it)

i really wasn’t thrilled about the voice acting and thought a lot of the delivery sounded flat, along with that i thought that the writing was kind of lackluster and kept some of that vibe from the cinematic trailer that was making me nervous, all of the “what are we some kind of suicide squad” and “he’s right behind me isn’t he” comments are resonating for sure and i hope there’s a little less of that than the clips we saw implies

there were a lot of cutscene shots that, are forgivable, but did make me kind of roll my eyes because it just felt like the game desperately pointing out look how epic and sick and cool and kick ass these guys are trust me bro these guys are mind blowing fr you don’t have any frame of reference yet but you really don’t need it bc just look at them :) (some of the combat animations felt this way too, it felt gratuitous to me and could’ve been toned down a little, to be fair they probably are cool guys but i don’t know them yet and it felt like the game was trying to push me or convince me to feel a certain way rather than letting me develop those feelings/ideas on my own, it’s a little patronizing though again this is forgivable, it was just one of my minor gripes so it’s going in the post)

another minor gripe is that the game felt a lot more mass effect-y to me than dragon age, i know what minrathous is and i know it’s basically their equivalent of a hyper modern city, but it didn’t feel like it was magic powered to me it felt like sci-fi tech? (specifically the spotlights and loudspeaker announcements) i just wish it didn’t have that sci-fi futurism feel to it it was odd, though maybe it is more of a fantasy setting in game as you explore or maybe i’m just used to ferelden being super backwater, i don’t know, the vibe change is giving me some crazy whiplash

i guess my biggest issue was the va work and writing, i’m worried everyone will sound flat for the duration of the game and the writing will keep that cheesiness (which is what made me so anxious after the cinematic, i thought that might not bode too well) this game may be more tailored for “modern audiences” but i don’t think that means it needs to patronize the players and dumb itself down for us we can handle heavy subject matter and complex story lines (i remember seeing this gripe about inquisition too nothing new here, just a steady progression from 1 to 4 it seems) i’m not ready to throw a funeral for bioware or anything but i am feeling pretty nervous, cautiously observing shall we say, ill be a pessimistic optimist about it how about that

i will say that the lighting and effects are beautiful and the setting is also gorgeous, i’m excited to see everything and spend forever exploring. all this being said i will be creating the most sad little fail guy ever and romancing emmrich, thank you

(i’m just glad to see solas again, smoothed and flat in his delivery as he may be..and apparently there’s an inquisitor creator! so maybe there’s still hope for solavellan closure? maybe? maybe not..(please please please please please please pleaspleadepleasepleasepleasepleasdpease i’ll be happy if there’s satisfying closure i promise i PROMISE BIOWARE ARE YOU LISTENING????? I PROMISE ILL NEVER GRIPE AGAIN!!!!!!!!! OR BITCH OR MOAN OR COMPLAIN EVEN A TINY TINY BIT I SWEAR 😭🙏))

#this is very rambly but it’s mostly for me to reference back to in the fall as i play #if you don’t agree and thought it was literally perfect that’s great!! you’re all free to disagree #these were just my initial takeaways as far as things that make me a little nervous go #i LOVE dragon age and am excited to see it continue i just want it to do itself justice #ten years is a long wait and if the game is..not it…after that long #i just feel like there was enough time to make it perfect (and if not i personally would have waited longer)#just anxious is all! i’ll be anticipating fall with everyone else #skaianettechsupport #skaianetposting #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #tagging for people who don’t want veilguard spoilers of any sort

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The Aftermath (And Normal Blueprint-maker Math)

ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader

A loose part three to The Junkyard at the End of the World and Midnight Comics.

Part four is here, and part five is here.

This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion.

A lot of stuff happens in this chapter, although I imagine you can probably read it out of order? There is a loose plot to this 'series', but it's mostly just apocalypse shenanigans, light angst, and found family stuff. Reader is forced to play DnD, and Raph gets a cat.

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***

I swallowed as I read April’s mission report from last night. She had led a party of four and come back with just two, herself included.

There were two casualties, that being Dale and Jamie. April had gone to high school with them just months ago.

Which wasn’t a lot, technically, but it certainly felt like it…I’d seen them off, too, and now they were gone.

“Hey (Y/N).” Said April from somewhere behind me. I looked up from my phone and nodded at her, and she pulled up a chair next to mine.

“Sup.” I smiled lamely. “Do you uh…want some…uh…well, I was gonna make grilled cheese, but I got distracted before leaving the kitchen, so I apparently only made toast?” I frowned, staring at my plate. “So uh…help yourself to some toast?”

She shook her head. “I’m good.”

“That’s fair. I really don’t want any either.” I said, wrinkling my nose.

“(Y/N), I…look, I just wanted to thank you for helping out last night.” April said, giving me a forced smile. “You…you did good.”

I forced a smile in return, feelings about last night still painfully raw. “Yeah…yeah. Um. Of course. I’m…sorry about how your mission went.” I finally managed to say.

April sighed, slouching a bit more. “I just wish I had been….like, I don't know, better. Um. Y’know. Obviously!”

I patted her shoulder. “Hey. April, it’s…well, it’s basically a war, innit? And we’re way way way outnumbered. So honestly…I’m just surprised we’ve lasted this long without any casualties.” I paused to breathe. “Um. That came out way more pessimistic than I meant it to, but the point is, you survived, and Cass survived, and the mission was a success. Our team members weren’t lost in vain.” I finished.

April shook her head and made an expression that almost looked like a smile.

“Oh, are we gathering for lunch dudes?” Said a weirdly…surfer sounding voice?

I looked up to see a turtle-shaped drone hovering a few feet above us.

“Actually I was just about to go check on Cass. See you guys in a bit, ‘kay?” Said April, hopping out of her chair.

“Ohmigod, are you SHELLDON?” I grinned, remembering Donnie’s mention of a robot.

“Oh-ho-ho, I see Don’s already told you about me?” Said the drone, seeming to smile.

“Yeah!” I nodded. “Well, he’s mentioned you.” I added as an afterthought.

“He’s mentioned you too!” Grinned the drone. “You’re the dragon who can build stuff!”

I blushed. “Well, I mean, kinda. I’m no engineer though, just a kid who can draw.”

“Donnie can probably teach you if you want.” Said SHELLDON matter of factly.

“Nah, I’m sure he’s busy. I wouldn’t want to get in his way unless he’s finally ready to fangirl over Atomic Lass.” I shrugged.

“SHELLDON!” Snapped Donnie as he dove out of the hallway. “What did I say about staying in the lab?!” He hissed.

“Oh, speak of the devil.” I commented.

“Why should I? I met your lab partner!”

“Because I said so-No.” Donnie corrected himself, shaking his head. “Listen, SHELLDON. When you ignore my very clear instructions, I feel angry.”

SHELLDON ducked behind me. “I wanted to meet the dragon, Donnie! And it’s boring there!”

Donnie took a deep breath, clearly trying to stifle his frustration. “Nonetheless, your wiring is still pretty raw. Forgive me, but I’d prefer not to rebuild you for a third time. And you don’t need to meet (Y/N). You probably would have today anyways.”

“Oh what? We would?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re coming to work, right?” Donnie frowned.

I honestly hadn’t planned on it, assuming that Donnie was busy with the safe.

“Uh…I mean, I can? Can I? Because I’d like to, I just wouldn’t want to be a disturbance.” I stuttered.

Donnie shrugged. “If I didn’t want you there, I’d have stolen your keys to the engineering building.”

“Oh. Cool.” I said, unsure if he was joking or not. “Um. Also…Sorry about last night. For being all…short with you and all.”

He shook his head. “It’s…fine. Obnoxious, yes, but…admittedly understandable. Last night was….”

“Well, it was…last night.” I finished, smiling weakly, because what else could be said? Harrowing? Painful? Scary? I couldn’t say any of those without sounding like a complete wuss.

He nodded, giving a weak smile.

“Oh, speaking of which, I believe I owe you this.” He said, tossing me a bottle of iced tea.

“Oh, thanks ‘Tello!” I grinned. “You really didn’t have to-”

“Well, I wanted to. I’d prefer not to be the only one in the lab suffering from caffeine addiction.” He shrugged.

“Oh, so there’s an ulterior motive. Well played.” I said, as slyly as I could muster.

“Nah, he just wanted to give you tea.” Said SHELLDON.

“SHELLDON…” Donnie seethed, grabbing the drone. “Go back to the lab.”

“Make me.” Sassed the drone, and I was pretty sure Donnie was about to punch something if the expression on his face was any indicator.

“Hey SHELLDON, I’ll tell you what:” I began, standing up. “If you head back to the lab, Donnie and I will go with you. And once we’re done working for the day, we can all watch something or have a crazy drone race or something in the engineering building….Do we have a deal?” I smiled, holding out my clawed hand cheerily.

To my surprise and relief, SHELLDON smiled and knocked into my hand with his propeller. “Sounds like a deal, bro!”

“Rad.” I smiled, looking over to Donnie. He was staring at me with his eyes wide, and when SHELLDON turned towards the hall, he leaned towards me.

“How the heck did you do that?!” He whisper-shouted, seemingly in shock.

I shrugged. “Growing up I was always told ‘something-something-cooperation-something’, which I think just means to negotiate and or manipulate your way towards making people like you?”

Donnie shook his head. “Oh, wow. I…I am going to retain that information.”

I grinned impishly, nudging him. “Yeah, it worked on you too, actually.”

“No it didn’t. I already respected and liked you, I just also thought you were annoying.” He said, frowning as though he was surprised that I didn’t know that.

I smiled, a warm feeling rising in my chest. “Oh, that’s…that’s sweet, ‘Tello.”

“It’s just the truth?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head, still smiling. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”

“Me too?” He said, still looking slightly confused.

***

“Alright, order in the court, Mad Dogs! Meeting time, commence!” Said Leon, clapping loudly.

I sighed, shuffling into the office and plopping down on the chair between Raph and Donnie.

Donnie waved. “Hey (Y/N). Meet me in the lab later- I made some new LEDs, they’re sound activated. They’ll work for your project, unless you find you require something else.”

“That sounds great, Dee-”

Leo clapped again, glaring at us. “Order in the court, Donnie and (Y/N). That means zip it while your handsome-gorgeous-and-clever leader talks, yeah?”

I gave him a salute. “Okay, okay, ‘Captain’.”

“Ooh. I like that. Captain Leo- no, wait, Commander Leo!” He grinned, and April flicked him.

He coughed. “Right, okay. So you’re probably wondering why I’m calling this meeting at three in the morning, right?”

He was met by a unanimous chorus of groans.

“Okay, okay, jeez. Tough crowd, huh! Well perhaps you’ll understand why I called this meeting when I call up our good old friend- Hueso, you have the floor, sir.” Leo said smugly, and out from the shadows stepped…the owner of Run of the Mill Pizza? I hadn’t even noticed he was there. Huh.

“Thank you, Leonardo.” Began Hueso, his voice grave. “I am here because our base at Run of the Mill has been taken by these aliens.”

Leo nodded. “So obviously, I invited him and the other survivors to join us. But unfortunately…we’ve run into a problem. There just isn’t enough space to house everyone- the dorms are all full. If we plan on saving more people and keeping humanity and Yokai alive….well, space is gonna be an issue.” He concluded.

I frowned, leaning back in my chair.

“Well…the whole campus is protected, so we should be able to build pretty much anything so long as it’s within the boundaries. That said…” I sighed, picking at my scales. “We don’t really have any means of making some big new structure, far as I know.”

Donnie nodded, tapping on the table. “Obviously my usual brilliance would usually pull us through right about now, but our main means of construction is just whatever they sell at hardware stores. And a big dorm made of Home Depot sheds just isn’t structurally sound.”

Home Depot sheds…I used to beg mom to let get one to turn into a tiny home. Ha.

Oh!

I jumped up, slamming my hands onto the table. “Guys! Home Depot sheds!” I grinned, flipping my sketchbook open to a design I had made back in the Before Times. “Have you guys ever heard of Tiny Homes?” I said, holding up the illustration of a compact house design. “We can make small structures, so more people can have private space!”

Mikey snatched the sketchbook, staring at the design. “Ooh, I love this! Look at the colors!”

Donnie frowned. “It’s a graphite sketch, Micheal. There are no colors. That is an inacurate statement, and give me that-”

Angelo shook his head, holding the sketchbook over his head. “Just because you can’t see the amazing potential color stories for this doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

Leo nodded thoughtfully, looking over towards Donnie. “Is this…uh 'mathematically feasible’ or whatever you nerds call it?”

Donnie nodded, finally having got his hands on the design. “There’s a few obvious pros and cons, but I think it seems…doable! Plus that way we could cut some of the kitchen space and commons, since each of these would theoretically have individual kitchens and small living areas, correct, (Y/N)?”

I nodded, grinning.

“So…yes, it is actually mathematically feasible. Boom.” He concluded, giving me a fist-bump with his metal hand which I accepted with vigor.

“So Hueso, whaddaya say? Tiny living?” I said, holding out my hand.

He glanced at the designs. “It does look more…dignified than your dormitories.” He said, and shook my hand.

“Aaaand (Y/N) saves the day! Yuuuss! I’m the champion of everything forever, you’re welcome universe.” I beamed, pumping my fist.

April flicked my shoulder. “You’re startin’ to sound like Leon!”

I flicked her back. “Your catchphrase is your own name, April O’Neil. We’re both a bit Leo-adjacent.”

“Touche.” She surrendered with a slight smile.

Leo scoffed.

***

I sighed as I rifled through the mostly empty shelves of what had once been Home Depot. April and Raph stood a few feet away, messing with the stacks of plexiglass, and Donnie hovered above us to grab things from the highest shelves.

We were on another supply run.

Now one might wonder why we would do this. After all, it had only been a week and a half since the supply run that led to two deaths and the injury of Cassandra Jones….And the answer was that, well, we needed supplies.

Donnie and I had taken on the massive project of building all the new tiny homes, and our current line of thought was that the sheds from hardware stores around NYC could work as easy to build bases. This would not only cut down our workload by knocking off the blueprint and design phases, but it was also accessible to anyone who knew how to hold a power drill.

Which meant we could force everyone to help us, naturally.

Anyways, it would be okay this time, I reassured myself, because we were armed with new weapons.

I squeezed the handle of my new chemical crossbow nervously at the thought, though.

(I was honestly very proud of the crossbow. I had DIYed it, using my old pencil-made crossbows from childhood as a jumping off point.)

(Obviously Donnie had fixed up the design, which he did obnoxiously rub in my face, but it was probably all in good fun.)

(Theoretically.)

“Hey Donnie, maybe you should scan for Krang zombies again?” Said Raph, sounding as on edge as I felt.

“No, I did that already. There’s about a 98.5% chance that we’re completely safe, and that is accounting for any possible genetic mutations or evolutions of the alien matter.” He answered absentmindedly, flicking through the DIY shed kits. “Plus, I’ve got my eyes on my totally existent hack-into-every-camera-in New York-app.” He added sarcastically.

I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.

“And that’s not sarcasm. I actually do have it pulled up.”

I closed my mouth. I apparently stand corrected.

“M’kay…” Said Raph, still sounding unsure. Which was fair. I trusted Donnie’s tech, but being out here was….well, scary. Every time I heard a creak or unrecognized sound, an image of Cass flew into my head, bedridden and covered in stitches.

Or even worse, a vision of humans with Krang infections as they slowly melted and mutated into shambling piles of flesh and ooze and organic matter and oh I was gagging-

Why couldn’t we just have a normal apocalypse with normal zombies, darn it! This was all too…Lovecraftian for my taste!

“Uh (Y/N), you good?” Said April.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah, yup.”

“Uh…’cause you’re making like weird noises-”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just….” I frowned, and decided to steer away from heavy conversation. “It’s just…don’t tendons freak you out? Look!” I said, pointing at my wrist manically. “It’s like…you can feel it, and it can tear. I don’t like having it attached to me, so every time I remember that it’s there, I feel like throwing up.”

April frowned. “Uh…no.”

“Yes! Finally someone understands!” Donnie exclaimed with a shockingly theatrical tone to his voice. He landed on the ground next to us. “They’re just…..ew.” He said with a shudder.

I nodded, holding out my fist. “Nice. Another member of the hating-unusual-sensory-things-club.”

He knocked his fist into mine, nodding hard. “Obviously.”

Raph snorted, and April shook her head.

“Whatever happened to you guys like…hatin’ each other or something?” She chuckled.

“We never hated each other, what are you talking about?” Donnie said nonchalantly.

“Uh…yeah you did? Were you even there at those meetings?!” April scoffed.

“Hm. No, not ringing any bells. Must’ve been….a different brilliant genius and creative person.” Donnie shrugged.

I snorted, before faking seriousness. “Ooh yeah, April, you good? Did you hit your head or something? ‘Cause that doesn’t sound like us at all-”

“Uh…Donnie, your wrist thing isn’t meant to be glowing red, right?!” Raph exclaimed, cutting me off.

Donnie froze and slowly looked at the flashing red.

“No…not unless the cameras are down…” He swallowed. “Which would be bad…considering that would mean we have no way of knowing what is going on outside…if I didn’t plan for this and send SHELLDON on patrol!” He grinned. “Cue the maniacal laughter, if you will, Raphael?”

“Uh…Donnie?” Said SHELLDON over the comm link. “Bad news, bro…I’ve spotted Krang zombies movin’ towards you. They’re kinda far right now, but-” His voice cut off.

“SHELLDON? SHELLDON, come in! SHELLDON!” Donnie panicked, yelling into the comm link.

April Raph and I made uneasy eye contact, and I squeezed my crossbow a bit tighter.

“Well…That can’t be good…” I whispered.

Donnie scowled and put his goggles on. “Okay, it’s gonna be fine, I’m using the thermal setting to scan for organic life…”

“Smart.” I nodded, looking around fearfully.

“Okay.” Raph said weakly. “Cool. Cool, this is great. Just…scannin’ for life….fine! BUT WHAT DO WE DO IF THERE IS LIFE?”

“Uh…we barricade the entrances? Er…or we could all fly with Donnie’s jet-pack thing…” I offered.

Donnie shook his head. “There isn’t enough battery for all four of us! You’re magic, do you know any spells?”

“No! I’m not a good magic person.” I sighed, scratching my arms nervously.

Magic was about commanding feelings to your will…and I was absolute rubbish at that. Controlling the chemical reactions that caused emotion was not something that came naturally to me, and I typically logic-ed my way out of despair and insecurity rather than using self-confidence or hope or anything…So magic was, long story short, hard. I had the capability to do it, but…it always went horribly wrong.

“Barricading the entrances it is.” April said, grabbing a hammer from the rack and a few boards.

“No, no, no no no. Use screws you cretin.” Donnie ordered, knocking the hammer down.

She rolled her eyes, but complied.

I frowned, grabbing a drill hesitantly.

“So here’s a plan, I guess…” I began, heading towards a door. “We’ll hide out in one of the back rooms, so that we can barricade less and work less. And then we’ll come out once the zombies move on. That way we’ll avoid provoking them, right?” I suggested.

“Good plan.” Said April, following me in.

Donnie grabbed a few other drills and a pack of screws, while Raph grabbed the planks of wood.

“Cool.”

***

I sat on the spinny chair in the center of the office, going through the stuff in the drawers.

“Anyone need a six-month-old granola bar? It doesn’t expire till next year,” I said, glancing at the unimpressive lineup of things I’d found.

Raph grunted and held out his hand. “I’ll take it.”

I nodded and tossed it to him, spinning around in the chair and playing with some water I’d summoned.

April and Donnie were pawing through some drawers on the far end of the room, their occasional commentary keeping things vaguely interesting.

“Ooh, whoever worked here had an impressive collection of parking tickets.” Donnie whistled, holding up a handful of paper.

“Hm, maybe it was you, Don-Tron.” April teased, and he shoved her.

“Scoff. I’m an excellent driver, sister of mine.”

“Hm, I don’t know, the NYPD would probably beg to differ-” Said Raph, smiling a little.

“Ignore my family of little faith.” He said, slinking towards me with his head held high. “They are jelly that I am yet to receive a single parking ticket.”

“Boo! That’s because you burn them and then hack into the records. …We’re onto you.” Said Raph.

Donnie blushed. “No…I do….n’t?”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Sure, sure. Very believable, Donald.”

“Ooh! Ooh, lookit!” April exclaimed, pulling a box out of the drawer. “They have Dungeons and Dragons!”

“Oh, cool.” I smiled, rolling over on my chair. “We should definitely keep that and play it sometime.”

“Sometime? (Y/N), we are trapped in a tiny room while avoiding horrifying remains of our fellow humans- erm, well, our fellow people. The perfect time for DnD is now.” She declared. “I’ll even DM, I have a few stories we could use.”

Raph Donnie and I shrugged.

“Okay?” Said Raph, opening the box. “I guess I’m down.”

Donnie frowned, raising his hand. “Question: Can we do a sci-fi campaign? And -follow up- can it be set in the Jupiter Jim universe?”

“Ooh, yes April, please?!” I begged. “I wanna hang out with Atomic Lass!”

Raph nodded. “And I want my character to help Jupiter Jim himself!”

“Yeah!” The three of us chorused, high-fiving each other and grinning.

April sighed, shaking her head. “You guys are crazy, you know that, right? You’re lucky that I…also wanna do a Jupiter Jim campaign! Woo!” She grinned, pumping her fist. “Alright, roll up your characters!”

I beamed, grabbing my sketchbook to take notes.

M’kay. I shall play a…hm. A…sorcerer? Hm. No, it’s sci-fi. Uh…maybe a ranger? From like…a made-up planet…Oh no. I smirked. I should be a bard.

Donnie sat on the ground, chewing on a pen. “I’ll play a…rogue…scientist.”

“Shocker.” Coughed April.

“Hm? No, it’s actually kind of predictable. I always play a rogue.” Donnie said, missing the sarcasm. “You should get more observant.”

April shook her head, but smiled. “Right, I’ll work on that.

Raph nodded. “I’ll be a fighter-”

“-Shocker-” April coughed again, smiling.

“...Oh. I see. You were using verbal irony.” Donnie realized, frowning. “I retract my previous statement.”

“And I’ll be a bard.” I said, smiling.

“Oh no.” Raph muttered.

“Also -as a part of my backstory, of course- can I be friends with Atomic Lass?” I smiled innocently.

“Why…?” April said suspiciously.

“Uh- non-specific excuse.” I said, crossing my arms.

“Eh, I’ll allow it.” She shrugged.

“What?! But April- you never let me do that!” Donnie protested.

April shrugged again. “I’m in a good mood?”

“Scoff. Then -as part of my backstory- can my character date Atomic Lass?” He said, smirking.

“No!” I exclaimed. “Ahem, I mean- that’d be pretty weird, Atomic Lass isn’t the type to date a rogue, she’s too lawful-ish.” I said with a cough.

“...Touche.” Donnie said, narrowing his eyes. “Well just you wait, I’ll- ahem I mean my chracter Othello Von Ryan, the brilliant rogue scientist- shall win her over. You’’ll see.”

“Hm, unless my character -uh…what’s a good sci-fi name- unless my character, Yue Lunarshard, best storyteller and singer in five worlds, beats you -I mean Othello Von Ryan- to her affections.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hm, I ‘unno, did I stutter, Othello?”

Raph coughed. “Guys, we’ve been playing for five minutes now.”

“Oh. Yes, of course, sorry. Proceed.” I smiled lamely, hopping off my chair and onto the ground next to them.

“Alright. So as I was saying, your characters were recently saved from the prison cells of Jupiter’s moon Callisto by Atomic Lad and his crew.”

“Boo.” Donnie groaned.

“Ew, Atomic Lad.” I scoffed. “Best Girl deserves so much better.”

“Definitely.” He nodded in agreement.

“Uh…April, can I roll to ‘accidentally’ shove Atomic Lad out of the airlock?” I asked, raising my hand.

“No, you cannot.” Said April.

“Darn.” Said Donnie. “Can I roll to ‘accidentally’ hit him with my tech bo? Er- Othello’s tech bo?”

“Not this time, Donnie.” Said April.

“What. A. Shame.” He said through his teeth.

“So. Your party is on the ship, and-”

Squelch.

There was a weird and almost wet sound from outside the barricade.

I swallowed and April closed her mouth slowly.

Raph winced as the sounds of grossly squishy footsteps sounded from outside, and Donnie flicked his goggles back on.

“Shit.” He whispered.

“Language, Donatello?” Raph hissed, nudging him. Donnie sighed.

“Shh.” He pointed at my sketchbook, and I shrugged and handed it to him.

He jotted down something on the page, holding it up.

According to the thermal optics, they’re out there and we need to zip it if we want to not get forcefully turned into ghosts today.

I nodded, saluting, while April gave a thumbs up.

The sounds outside grew louder, as though the gross messes of organic matter that had once been human were moving towards us. I swallowed and stood up, my limbs trembling with the effort of trying not to make any noise. I slunk across the room to grab our weapons, just in case.

Creeaaak.

I froze at the noise.

It was coming from inside the room.

I stepped back, not taking my eyes off the dark corner, and I saw the rest of the group flank me in my peripherals. I glanced over to Donnie, who raised his staff and gave me a nervous shrug.

Do you see anything there? I mouthed, hoping he caught the meaning.

He glanced back at the corner, then back at me again, and nodded.

I swallowed, aiming my crossbow, when-

“Mrrow.” Said the thing in the corner, stepping into the light.

Its ears were triangular, its body a weird off-white color, and its nose ears, paws, and tail were all grey. Its body was long and wiry, and covered in mangy fur.

My shoulders sank in relief. A cat. A Siamese cat.

The cat had its teeth bared and its claws unsheathed, but as it looked around the room it began to relax.

Raph hesitantly held out his hand to the cat, kneeling down so he was closer to its level.

And to my surprise, the cat bumped its nose against his hand and started to purr.

I guess it was probably a domestic cat before all…this, I concluded, and I petted the cat. It was dusty, and yet, it clearly took care of itself as evidenced by how soft its fur still felt.

“Hey Dee! The zombies have moved past ya, bro!” Blared SHELLDON over Donnie’s tech-y bracelet, and we all took a collective sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god.” April sighed, and I got to work un-drilling the screws in the barricade.

“Raph, what are you doing?” Sighed Donnie, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Raph trying to put the cat into April’s backpack.

“Givin’ uh…Cat here a nice safe spot to rest while we take her home.” Raph answered.

“Ooh, we need to work on your ability to name things, brother.” Donnie snorted.

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